Untold Truth

1

I think I'm drunk. Everything looks fuzzy, I can no longer hear the music. Honestly, everything is just pounding and buzzing. I think someone's calling my name. This is crazy, me THE Choi Seung Hyun got drunk at a party. This party doesn't even have as much alcohol as my pantry. But here I am, drunk. I think Seungri and Ji Yong are dancing somewhere. Dae Sung probably left, what a loner. Young Bae, I think he's the one messing with the music. I'm also pretty sure that there's girls here too. I don't know how they got in because I'm pretty sure Seungri reserved this place tonight. Whatever, I don't really care. I kind of want to bail and just go home but I feel really drunk. Haha.
My eyelids are getting really heavy and I start to drift off. Out of nowhere, I feel weight on my lap. Who's sitting on me? I DON'T like to be touched. I hear a girl giggling and an arm wraps around my neck. I get up, leaving the girl to fall. At this point, I could really care less. I'm tired, nothing's clear, and I'm being touched. I try and make my way towards the exit, letting the red glow of the sign guide me. Everyone is probably occupied since nobody is stopping me.
What a party this has been. I finally arrive at the door after what feels like a hundred heavy steps. I madly rub the door in an attempt to find the doorknob. It doesn't have a knob, it's a pushdoor. Hah stupid me. I push the door and stumble out onto the sidewalk, cold air piercing my lungs. The street is deserted, the stores are all closed and not a single car. I'm only accompanied by the glow of the street lights. I curse under my breath, I don't know how to get home. After standing there a few minutes trying to think, I hear the door open behind me.
"Hyung, let's get you home." It's Seungri.
"You're just as drunk as I am!" I retort.
"Actually, I'm not I didn't drink."
"Hah nice try. Seungri, I know you drank."
"Hyung, I'm not Seungri. It's Dae Sung , I didn't feel like a drink tonight because I wanted to be able to drive myself home. But it looks like you need a ride."
"Aish, this kid."
He takes my hand and places my arm over his shoulders to support me. He guides me to the passenger seat of his car, it wasn't far aways. I guess my vision is too fuzzy to notice his car earlier. He opens the door and I take a seat in the passenger's seat, Dae Sung straps me to the seat with the seatbelt and disappeared. I hear the door to my left open and he enters the car. Keys are clinking and the engine starts. Now I feel really tired, I think the car is moving. Oh well he knows where I live and how to get in. I'll just sleep now.

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While BIGBANG was partying, Ara Tate was alone at her house. She sat on the floor, back against the bed. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her legs and she was sobbing. Her tears endlessly stream down her nutmeg-colored face. She had been feeling sad like that all night. Ara was a wreck, overridden with stress. Emotions resulting from her past had taken over once more. The darkness consumed her by the minute, dragged her back and led her towards ghastly memories.
The night went on like that, though she's not crying now. Ara seems to be out of energy, sitting there limp. The quiet atmosphere of the house surrounds her as she feels tingling waves running through her body. She hears a faint car door shut and concludes that it must be the neighbor. There are only two houses in the area that she lives in. Which is not quite in the countryside, but rather on the outskirts of town. Specifically, just outside of Seoul, South Korea.
Ara moved to this house a month ago. It's a rather spacious house for one person. At the front lies the kitchen, dining room, living room, and a bathroom. Between the kitchen and living room, there's a hallway that leads to a sliding door outside and four other rooms. On the right side, the first door contained Ara's office in which she creates art pieces. The second door leads to her bedroom that contains a bed, walk-in closet, bathroom, and tv. On the left side, behind the first door there's a workout room containing exercise equipment and space to dance. The next door leads to a library. At the end of the hallway lies a door that provides access to the back of the house where people are greeted by a hanging garden above a bridge. The bridge links the house to the backyard, between the two there's an underground pool. Ara liked the idea that the pool is shaded by the hanging garden. Beyond the bridge, the backyard consists of a wooden gazebo at the center circled by a stone walkway. The rest of the backyard contains grass areas, trees, and flowers. The front of the house is the most plain part, for there are a few trees, a green lawn, and a driveway leading to the garage on the right side of the house. Above the garage door there's a basketball hoop attached to the wall. Overall, Ara's house looks modern, both inside and out.
The digital clock reads 2 A.M. what in the world is her neighbor doing coming home at two in the morning she wonders. But that matter is not very important at the moment. Ara needs to get some rest before her busy day. She snickers at the idea of rest because she knows that she's not going to sleep at this point. It will be another tiring day up ahead she thought. After a few more minutes of sitting, Ara gets up and walks into the bathroom in her room. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, only to find herself with puffy eyes, red nose, and messy hair. She looks awful. Ara decides to take a shower to freshen up before she continues her sleepless morning.

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