Managing. Is that my calling? Managing seven guys. Is that even possible? Seven guys with completely different personalities and yet same at the same time. Seven guys that somehow manage to balance work and fun. Seven guys that are all beautiful ins...
Everyone is packing up and getting ready to leave.
Everyone is sad that Revy won't be coming back with us. Na-yeong is the only one that hasn't shown any emotions of sadness.
She seems fine on the outside, I know she's hurt inside. She's not showing that she's sad but she is. She's trying to stay strong, but she's going to break down if she continues at the rate she's going at. She's doing everything she can to try not to think about Revy being in the hospital. She's distracting herself from everything by doing everything she doesn't need to be doing.
She just went around making all the beds, cleaning every room in the house, even the rooms we haven't even gone to.
She didn't even watch us pack to see if we were packing everything right. She was in the gym working out.
"Tae are you okay?" Kookie asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You blanked out."
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." I sighed and continued to pack.
"Is Eomma fine?" He asked with a sad face.
"Uh... I don't know." I said honestly.
"She's the only one that hasn't said anything about Revy so far or look as if she is sad about Revy. Even I'm sad about Revy not being here." Kookie said, sitting down on the bed.
"She'll be okay, you know your Eomma, she's strong." I smile.
"So is Revy, but she still got hurt."
"Like mother like daughter, one falls, the other falls, one's strong, the other is strong. Ones happy, the other is happy, they both will be okay after we get back to South Korea."
"Sometimes you sound very smart." Kookie sighs.
"Thank you, I think..." I whisper the last part.
~Na-yeong~
After making all the beds and cleaning every room, I pack food for the trip back, went to McRonald's and bought some food. I bought a happy meal for Revy then realized once again that she wasn't going back with us. Before I could think to much about it I grab the food I ordered and leave the fast food restaurant.
Driving back to the house I listen to some music. The music ends up making me even sadder because for the first time in a really long time I want to sing my emotions out.
Without thinking I grip the steering wheel and speed through the roads. Not caring if I get caught by the cops. For once in my life I don't want to give a care at all, once again I feel done with life.
Getting home without the cops chasing after me. I feel frustrated, stressed, and I feel the need to cry. A part of me wanted to get caught.
Putting away all the food I got from McRonald's I change and go to the gym in the house.
*Time Skip*
After all the working out I did, I was covered in sweat. I went to go take a quick shower and changed into a different outfit. Putting on a black strappy bralette crop top type shirt, I wear dark blue jean shorts, a beige leather jacket, and black peep-toe heels.
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