Sasaeng Sister [In big roles: Sunghoon, Lee Know, skz, Ateez, Jungkook]

Chapter 27

I walked around restlessly, unable to stay in the same room for long. I tried watching the TV but didn't remember what I had seen after ten minutes of staring at the screen.

I went into my bedroom but couldn't sleep or even lie down. My thoughts kept going back to Lucas, I mean Yukhei.

I still called him Lucas in my head.

In my contacts, his number was saved under Yukhei(Lucas).

I called the number to confirm that he had made it safely home.

The call got diverted to voicemail. An automatic recording informed me that I couldn't leave a message because the voicemail was full.

I was partially responsible if something had happened to Lucas because I had let him go even though I had known that he wasn't okay.

Why had I called a taxi instead of an ambulance?

I tossed my phone on the bed.

It felt like I had been charged with bad energy, and nothing consumed it. My anxiety only grew the more I tried to exhaust my body and mind with basic chores that should have calmed me down.

There was nothing to do in the kitchen. The dishwasher had already been emptied, and all surfaces were wiped clean.

Out of the need to do something, I grabbed a glass and walked to the sink. I wasn't thirsty, though.

On a whim, I opened the fridge and took out the soju. I had never tried it before. In fact, I had never drunk much of anything alcoholic.

I hadn't had many friends in the US, and no one had ever invited me to drink with them. It was ultimately a blessing since many kids I had known were total wrecks. One of my classmates had crashed their parents' car when he was drunk and faced some time in the Juvie. Most girls I knew had broken their hearts multiple times a semester because they and their boyfriends had hooked up with other people at drinking parties.

So, I had never wanted to get drunk. I still didn't. I only wanted to taste the bitter taste of alcohol.

I got what I wanted. Soju was painfully bad. I had to mentally prepare myself for each gulp.

Doing something unpleasant worked. I thought of only the burn in my throat.

I poured myself another half-empty glass.

It might have been a little more than that, and I might have gotten a little tipsy because I didn't hesitate to call Sunghoon when I felt like it.

"Hey, what's up?" Sunghoon said on the other end of the line.

My emotions got the better of me, and I burst into tears.

"Lucas is dying because of me."

Sunghoon moved to a quieter space where there weren't other people talking in the background.

"What? Are you okay? What happened?"

I snuffled.

"His phone is dead. And he could be dead too."

"Are you talking about Lucas? Sorry, I don't understand what's going on. Did you call the police?"

Sunghoon sounded concerned. I couldn't help but cry more because I was so grateful for knowing him. He was always there for me.

"I didn't call the police. I only called you. I didn't want to call anyone else because I missed you. I... Oh yeah... I actually called Lucas first, but he didn't pick up. Then I called you."

"Are you drunk?"

"Noo...."

Someone said something to Sunghoon in a commanding tone.

Sunghoon covered the microphone. His voice got muffled, but his words came through.

"Yes. I understand. I'll be there in a minute."

That someone in the background spoke over Sunghoon. I could only make out their annoyed intonation.

"I know. I'm sorry. I will come soon," Sunghoon said to the other person.

Sunghoon took his hand off the microphone, and I could hear his voice well again.

"Is someone there with you?" he asked.

"Don't worry. I know you're busy. Just go," I said and ended the call.

I realized too late that I hadn't said bye before hanging up. Sunghoon must have thought that I was upset.

Calling back was a bad idea because he was not supposed to be on the phone. I sent him a message instead.

"Sorry. I guess I m a little drunk after all. I didnt hang up because I was mad or coz I don't like you or somethin. I like you and would never hang up if you werentv busy."

I got a reply.

"..... Filina. Did you drunk call someone?"

Oh, shoot! I had accidentally messaged Minho.

You: No. Im just jokign. Not drunk rly.