I pushed myself out of the crowd and took a long deep breath of the clean, rain socked air once I stepped outside the club. Apparently, it had been raining the entire time we'd been cooked up inside that suffocatingly smoke induced place and as the drops of it softly fell across my skin, I felt myself relax from the cool sensation the droplets had on me.I got myself out of the rain though before I could get soaked and quickly trotted my way to the back of the club where we'd parked the car earlier. It was fairly dark and deserted in the parking lot by the time I got there and even though I knew well enough that roaming around outside by myself was a terrible idea, I still took my chances and prayed that I could reach the safety of the car in time before some drunk loser could see me and take advantage of my defenseless self.It was worth the risk really, because I couldn't stand another minute in there, staring at Minho and his all so beautiful girlfriend making out rig

It took the very next day after that terrible night out for Minho and Kristal to leave the island on the earliest flight possible and to make it even worse, I only learnt about the whole thing from this one lousy text message that he'd sent to me when he was already on board. Not that I had any right to blame him for being such a bloody jerk considering what happened between us in that damn parking lot, but I still found his all so dismissive attitude kind of hurtful. It made me feel cheap in a way. Like I wasn't good enough to have my mouth go anywhere near his lips or that I was the last person on earth he'd want to have anything to do with except to keep me as his clingy friend of course. Infact, I believed that the only reason he even brothered to text at all, was because I was his brother's ex girlfriend, otherwise he probably wouldn't have cared whether I was informed of his departure or not and as it turned out, there was nothing I could do or say about that.

After we got off the plane, we went outside to get us a cab home only to be met by my driver, standing by the black limo and dressed in all black like he was some kind of bodyguard from some gangster movie. I didn't need to guess much about what had gotten into him to know that it was probably my brother who had put him up to it.Minho is a prankster, Marveling at making fun of me at every turn or messing up my perfectly laid out plans whenever he got a chance for his own amusement. And so this was him again, at another attempt of making me feel awkward because he knew I didn't want to scare Mia off with all that unnecessary luxury.I took a long sigh and brought Mia closer to my side as we walked over to the car. The driver got our bags from me, put them away in the back and then opened the door for us with all the formalities of a contract driver."Welcome home Mr Kim and you too miss." He spoke politely with his hands pressed firmly on his sides as if he was

Later that evening, Jeon took me out to have dinner at some expensive looking restaurant somewhere in the city.It was a beautiful place with twinkling lights hang up everywhere and chairs set out on the green lawn that overlooked the gorgeous han river. It was really quite breathtaking and I would have loved it very much if it weren't for all the curious glances we kept getting from everyone around and people actually openly fussing about who we were to each other from the moment we stepped out of the car. It turned out that my boyfriend was much more popular in his city than I first thought, he was something more of a major celebrity actually. Infact, he might as well have been a BTS member with all the crazed publicity we were getting from just a simple act of going out to eat at a restaurant. The whole experience was as tiresome as it was irritating."Okay love am going to have to ask you this, were you ever in a band at some point in your

I came back home from Kristal's place just a little after midnight and entered the house discreetly through the back entrance in an effort to avoid running into the two love birds just in case they were still up and doing God knows what in the middle of our living room. But just halfway down the hallway that led to the stairs, I caught a glimpse of my brother through a slightly opened door to Dad's study, sitting comfotably behind a pile of paper with his gaze totally fixed on a flickering laptop laid out in front of him on the desk.He seemed so taken with whatever was plastered across that computer of his that he barely heard the sound of my footsteps as I pushed the door wider and stepped inside the oval shaped office. His eyes sparkled through his rimmed, reading spectacles as he scrolled down on it, furrowing his brow more and more with each blink as if he was reading about the end of the world.I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him even though I didn't quite s