Chaeyoung's testament of Junhoe's love, told in short and sweet moments of the couple's everyday life.
blackpink's rosé x ikon's junhoe
{yg couple series 01}
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continuation of 18. when he hangs out with his ex-girlfriend
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The reflection that stares right at me makes me wince. The signs of alcohol in my face appear in the form of bloodshot eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning the faucet on, I splash water on my face, hoping it'll help me sober a bit.
The silence in the restroom pricks my ears, much more than the guys' ruckus in the karaoke room. It makes me think and thinking right now is something I wouldn't want to do.
Chaeyoung... I didn't tell her I'm going to the after-party tonight.
The memories of what happened at Taeyang's party makes me grunt. Right. What's the use of telling her anyway? She doesn't care.
I stalk out of the restroom after turning off the faucet, wiping excess water off my face with my shirt's sleeve. When I arrive in the hallway, I see Hanna leaning beside the wall of our karaoke room. She straightens up when she sees me, something that makes me frown.
Hanna's acting weird ever since Taeyang's party. She didn't back down from the game when I asked her to, lingered around me more than the usual, and flirted with me through the only song we sang together.
Being friends with her comes with a list of unspoken rules and that includes a line that can't be crossed. I went ahead, thinking Hanna knows that, but with how she's treating me tonight, I don't think she understands at all.
"Junhoe..."
"I know you're drunk but it doesn't give you the excuse to do whatever you want," I say, never thinking twice to mince my words. With how she's acting around me, it's enough to get me pissed.
"Junhoe... I'm sorry... It was just, the song was fun, so I thought you wouldn't mind – remember the old times? We used to sing that a lot—"
"I already have a girlfriend. What would she think of when she sees that?"
She recoils. Something flashes on her eyes, something I can only recognize as pain. "I know but—"
"Hanna," I begin to calm myself down. "Why are you doing this?"
Hanna looks down on the ground and stays silent for a while. Out of the thoughts running through her head, only one is clear for me to see; she's hesitating.
Of what?
"If I tell you the truth, will you still treat me the same?"
