Chapter 21

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Bom's POV


I giggled when I suddenly remembered what Top invoked to me last night, he shared his thoughts about arranging an art exhibition. It;s not today, tomorrow or the other day but maybe after a couple of months will do. Somehow, I feel extra. Top is being so open to me since the day that we met, he was so fun to be with and I can't just stop admiring him. I was even surprised when I learned about him being a painter, who would have thought? Others might think he's an action star because of his aura and look but hey, he's a painter!


"So TOP is a painter, Taeyang owns a bar and a bartender, Seungri is a racer and Jiyong is a business man. Gosh they are goals!"


I covered her mouth for an exaggeration.


"But we are goals too! I'm a top designer, CL's an idol and Dara is a successful business girl!"


I chuckled at my silliness and reached for my sketch pad while puckering my lips. I can't really get some inspiration these days, my clients have been notifying me and I'm not finishing any of my works. I'm getting worried too, there are so many talented designers out there that's better than me. My self esteem is going down and the pressure have been heating things up. My phone started ringing so I fumbled my hands into my bag only to find that Dara is calling me.


"Yoboseyo?" I cheerfully greeted.


"I think I've been robbed"




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"DARAAAAA!"


*tugs* *tugs* *tugs*


I called wildly while knocking so hard at my her door, wait, this is not knocking at all! It's a thing we call punching! What is taking her for so long to open the door?!


"Omo!"


I gasped tapping the door. What if the thief is still there and he got Dara! And kidnapped her?! I pressed my ears at the door and stopped thinking about negative stuffs when I heard some feeble steps from her and when Dara opened the door, I immediately scanned her from head to toe and she looks like she was ailing for years. She's wearing a robe and her hair unkempt.


"What happened?!" I pulled her for a hug and silently scanned her place.


The sofa is great, the appliances are still here, the furnitures are present so what's the problem? What's gone?


"So what happened?" I held her stiffed hands and stared at her with sad eyes, she's sobbing. Oh my God what is wrong.


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