Overcoming a painful breakup with her fiancé, Yoo Jeongyeon, a secretary of a famous clothing brand company was tasked to attend a one-month gathering outside of Seoul. Meaning to find solace in her life, she later met Park Jimin, an engaged man.
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A Game of Truth
The following days were a haze to her. Jeongyeon promised to not let anything affect her, but her mood soured at the thought of that conversation. And everything that was left turned into a palpable blur. How dare he, she cursed him over and over, again and again. He is a despicable man and she has every right to despise him — but even how much she started to loathe him, and hate him, it was anger that boiled into a massive mass inside her. Anger she can't seem to control. Anger that he always gets it right.
He was a stranger to her and as well to him, but he'd read her effortlessly even though she didn't want to be read. Jimin had pried the smallest details, details she thought she had hidden well from plain sight.
Jeongyeon thought she had mastered the act of apathy and believed in fooling the people around her.
She might have miscalculated, might have unexpectedly let herself slip in those critical times. Jeongyeon stared at the ceiling, lulled by silence. The last realization settled heavily within her.
She might have allowed the wrong person to enter her life.
There was a knock on the door.
Jeongyeon blinked.
She gets up from bed with a sore body, muscles aching with every step. Before there was a third knock, Jeongyeon already reached the threshold and flanged the door open, mind in a blank state, least expecting a visit except the housekeeping. She stood there dumbly with bed hair.
"Good morning!" Nayeon greeted and held it the moment she opened her mouth. "Woah." The latter cooed. "You slept that well, huh?"
Jeongyeon nodded, tried to plaster a smile. "You're here early."
"Yep." Nayeon enthusiastically answered, almost leaning at the doorframe. "Came here to say we'll be having dinner today, around six or seven? It was Namjoon and Tzuyu's idea." After a heartbeat of getting no reaction, she followed. "You didn't check my message, did you?"
Jeongyeon wanted to disappear out of embarrassment. In all honesty, she turned off her phone for three days. Three days.
"Sorry, Nayeon but I can't come." Voice still groggy from sleep. I don't want to.
"Oh, come on, Jeong! It'll be after the meeting. Everyone will go."
When the latter saw nothing but confusion, she wanted to reprimand her for waking up late. Nayeon didn't mean to pry into her room, or her privacy but when her gaze landed on a corner of her suite, which Jeongyeon didn't attempt to hide. She came to an understanding. And she really wanted to scold her now. Her mind circled back before she could move — to the sight of wine bottles and cans of beer and undragged curtains.
