I'M SORRY BUT I'M IN LOVE WITH MY BESTFRIEND

College Week: Day2 (aftermath)

(A/N: "I haven't proofread anything, so expect that there'll be some misspelled, typographical errors and grammatical errors. Thank u for your patience!")

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The breezy weather combines well with the tune from the pipe organ which filled the room, a strong and pleasant smoke produce by the incense lined classified by their colors placed on the ground. A slight increase of of pressure of sound came out of the muzzle of the pipe, creating an orchestrated vibe. In the middle of the room, A young silhouette who is seated on the front of the human sized mirror in front of him topless and constantly groaning.

Giving his shoulder a little pressure, blood keeps on dripping out his broad shoulder, for an hour he keeps the cloth tied to his arm to prevent more blood loss. Treating a wound from his own knife isn't that pleasing. He just couldn't accept the fact that he wasted his time for not exterminating his target and the fact that his target was the one that made this awful wound.

He gritted his teeth until his jaw ticked at the strength of it, Pouring an antiseptic into the wound. He's breathing began to calm when the pain is starting to fade. He untied his arms and put a plaster on his wounds as he rolled another bandage around it. He put on his black sleeves and buttoned it up,  he smirked to his reflection as he eyed the picture behind him. A bulletin board stamped with couple of pictures by the same person. A blonde in a cafe, in the mall or even in her own house.

"I'll get you soon Manoban....besides, I already got you played.." he whispered to himself as he picked up his bag and walked out of the room. The orchestral pipe organ roared for the rest of the night...and he was gone.

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*rings

*rings

*rin--

A long slender fingers slam a little too hard on the device, saying it's 7: 00 a.m in a vivid red neon light.

The owner of that fingers rolled back to bed as she rubbed her round beautiful eyes. She sits up leaning her head against the head board as she growled. The worse case scenario is, her head is throbbing too hard like she had been smashed by Thor's hammer. Not like she had done anything yesterday, well, in fact she can't even remember what she did.

After a little while, She heard her door slam hard, she looked up to see 4 heads shaking in unison. She frowned and widened her eyes as soon as she realized what she had done.

"Oh fuck." She thought.

"Did I---"

"Yes, Manoban. You did. What did we always tell you?!" The black haired lad cut her sentence. The Blonde in his front look a mess, he knew his friend can do better than looking like a middle aged woman suffering from her hangover.

"You mean, I really done it again?" She asked again, Somewhat not convinced by her friends disappointment. She trailed her fingers to her bangs and suddenly caressed the adhesive plaster at the side of her neck. She barely notice it, the knife that sliced a bit of her skin last night.

"Yes, You don't remember do you?" The tall girl went beside her as she pulled the duvet out of the blonde's grasped.

"Yes!? I don't remember! Did I drink? If no, then why is my head throbbing real hard right now, Why'd you all looked at me like I fainted agai--oh wait? ...." she side eyed the girl beside her, then they all clapped their hands leaving Lisa confused.

"Finally, you remembered." Joy, the girl beside her singsonged sarcastically as possible.

"And you know why you fainted Manoban?" Seulgi wearing a tight black pants with her hair falling down gracefully on her shoulders, her aura screams power and elegance, She looked at Lisa waiting for the latter to reply.