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Chapter 21

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The following days were harder than when Taehyung had left you. You did as you wished, you didn’t talk to him but you couldn’t but think of the other option. Was it the best thing to do ? should you talk to him ? many questions kept you awake during the nights and distracted during the days.

Even though Taehyung texted and called you after, you couldn’t answer him and your heart ached each time his name popped up on the screen of your phone.

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“you said you didn’t have plans for tonight…” Heejo talked through the phone,
She was surprised yet disappointed that you planned to go out without telling her.

The first couple of times you did so she didn’t want to emphasis on it as she thought you just needed to be alone, but it’s becoming strange.

You never go out alone, especially at nights.

“I forgot to tell you” you shortly answered her,

“are you going with that Haejin guy ?” she asked again, a little annoyed,

“no, do I need to be accompanied to have fun ?” you talked coldly,

“…..well excuse me for worrying about you !!” Heejo said, surprised at your unusual attitude,

“I’m not a kid, don’t worry about me” you talked more gently, “I’m going now, talk to you later” you added before she says anything.

After you hung up, you put your phone in silent mode, took your car keys and headed to the same bar you went to last weekend.

Despite being your first time in a bar, you knew no one, no familiar faces, no annoying questions, no past and no future so all you thought about was your moments there, and that, for you, was worth the discomfort.

You parked your car and walked inside, trying to seem like you were used to the environment, trying to look like you didn’t have your heart beating in your throat, trying not to run away from the unfamiliar atmosphere.

As much as you tried to convince yourself that this place makes you feel better, it was actually scaring you.

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself inside.

Loud music, uncomfortably crowded, dirty dancing, drunk people, strangers eyeing you….

Before you could change your mind, you forced your steps to the bar counter and sat,

“what can I get you miss ?” the young bartender asked you as she stood opposite you,

“uum…. I want…… some….. some of that” you pointed at what the girls next to you were drinking, even though you didn’t know what it was,