MY CELEBRITY ROOMMATE (Romantic Comedy)

CHAPTER 2 - DRUNKEN DARA-AHJUMMA

DARA's POV

Kwon Jiyong is a celebrity? WAAAAHHHHHH!! What have I done?! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

I messed my hair in frustration while stomping my feet as I aimlessly walked on the street. People are looking at me as if I'm losing my mind; probably because I AM LOSING MY MIND! Aaarrgghhh!!! How on earth will I be able to invite a celebrity to be my date in the University Ball?!

No, no, no. It's okay. Relax. Everything is going to be fine. I will somehow find a way to contact him. He will turn out to be a very nice person and I'll say 'hey, do you want to be my date in the Univ Ball at our school' and he'll say 'yeah, sure' and I'll sa-...who am I kidding? GAAHHH!! I'm screwed!

How about I just retract from the bet? After all, I didn't know Kwon Jiyong is a celebrity? Urgh! No, I can't do that. I started this and besides, my pride is at stake. I'll continue with the bet, no matter what it takes. Hah! I will never go back with my word! Hah! Those classmates of mine will have the shock of their life! HAH! I'll show them! I'll definitely show them! Show them what?

I.am.going.crazy.somebody.help.me.

Just thinking about the day of the University Ball makes me want to puke! If I lose the bet, I'm supposed to kiss a guy in front of the entire graduating students. I don't even know how to kiss! Every part of me is a *cough* virgin *cough*. Hu hu hu!!

I slumped on the street and looked up at the sky, ignoring the bewildered stares of the people around me.

God, superman, ANYONE! "HELP MEEEE!!!!" I shrieked.

*** O ***

Dara's plan for that night was simple. She will go out and drink soju with Bom, rant endlessly about the stupid bet, drink soju again, then go home. That plan failed. Dara got drunk and all hell broke loose. She did all sorts of crazy and went full crazy inside the bar. She pulled the hair of a bouncer, scooped her vomit and threw it to some random dude, attached herself to a bar stool and demanded the staff to give it to her as a souvenir. The two were thrown out of the bar in record time.

"Keep the chhaannggeee", Dara said in her drunken voice, shoving the wad of cash to the taxi driver. She got out of the cab and took a few steps, her body tilting sideways. She looked around and wondered why Bom is not with her. Dara pouted and scratched her head, trying to remember if she misplaced her best friend somewhere.

In the end, she just shrugged her shoulders and zigzagged her way towards her apartment building, tripping multiple times and falling face down on the ground before she could even reach the entrance. Dara was already numb enough not to feel the pain of her rapidly swelling face due to the bumps and bruises.

She was almost crawling by the time she got to her apartment door. Dara slumped in front of her place and looked up to read the apartment number. She squinted and squinted but the damn thing is written in Martian or something!

Since she's absolutely certain that it was her place and checking it is pretty useless, Dara crawled towards the door and knelt in front of the key code door lock. Her body kept moving left and right, still too drunk to function like a normal human being.

She began punching her code, pausing and squinting at each number. When she heard the loud beep indicating that the code is incorrect, Dara furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance. She must have typed it wrong because the damn numbers are swaying! Why the hell is everything moving?!

"Okkayy...YOU numbers haaArrvvee goottt too stooppPP daannccinNG! I needdd toohh ghhettt in!! Let'ss beee frriienndss, arasso??! Lett mehh in!!!" She yelled.