Chapter 3 – A Year Ago

[FLASHBACK]
Don’t worry, this is totally normal….right? I mean, it’s totally normal for someone to sleep with their best friend, right???? And you were really drunk then so he probably doesn’t remember….much….

Fine, straight to the point, I slept with Yongbae….but it doesn’t have to mean anything. I mean, I’m sure people go around sleeping with their best friend’s all the time…right?

God, I am so dead.

Damn, damn damn damn damn, why the hell did I drink so much last night? Sure, it was an ‘open’ bar and everything was free, but it didn’t mean I had to drink practically half the bar!!! In fact, why did I even agree to go to that stupid party anyway??? Oh right, because Yongbae invited me and I can never resist his perfect pouty expression whenever he begs me to do something.

Shit shit shit shit!!! Stop thinking about his perfect lips damnit!!!

Wait, did I just say his ‘perfect lips’? Man, this hangover is definitely getting the best of me. Note to self, never drink, EVER again (I mean it this time)

And get your ass out of his bed, damnit!!! In fact, get out of his apartment before he wakes up and totally realizes what happened last night.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I am SO going to hell for this.
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As the sunrays peek through the window, Yongbae awakens.

“Man….” he says to himself,”I should NOT have drunk so much last night.”

As he glances across the room, he couldn’t help but notice a certain feeling about it. No, it definitely wasn’t a ‘bad’ feeling, more of a totally alien feeling, something he could not make out. Yeap, he definitely had too much to drink last night.

Yongbae struggled to get out of bed, as the aftereffects of alcohol overload started to kick in. He made his way to the kitchen, where he proceeded to make himself a nice, steaming cup of aspirin.

Whilst flipping through the contents of yesterday’s newspaper, he couldn’t help but notice something flickering on the kitchen counter. Some spare change that he forgot to sort out, maybe? He walked towards the kitchen counter and picked up the foreign object, only to realize that is was not, in fact, pocket change.

In fact, it was far from pocket change. It looked more like an earring, diamond-studded, and it had this sort of familiarity to Yongbae.

“Oh…my…..god…” he gasped, as the events of the night before began to unfold in his mind.
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He made his way into the dance studio, unsure of what he was going to say once he saw ‘her’ because he had made a promise just a week before, and he practically had it etched in his memory.

“You have to promise me something,” Megan said, with a serious tone to her voice.

“Yes?” Yongbae asked curiously.

“You can never fall in love with me,” said Megan with clarity,” EVER,” to emphasize her point.

And it was hard for him to promise that, taking in the fact that he had already sort of fallen in love with her. But, he figured, if that was what she had wanted, and then he had no choice but to comply, no matter how ridiculous it seemed to him.

As he looked around, he couldn’t help noticing the absence of a certain someone.

“Hey,” he asked someone in the room,”Have you seen Megan?”

“Oh, didn’t you hear?” one of the dancers present replied,” She’s going back to the states, since your concert is done and over with.”

“Oh…..” was the only reply he managed to voice out. Well, maybe this was all for the better, he kept telling herself. Maybe with her gone, I can focus on my career, and won’t keep thinking about her all the time.

But it was still hard for him to take in. Well, I guess having a best friend who just leaves without a word would be considerably hard to take in, but it wasn’t like he half-expected it or anything.

But then again….it wouldn’t be too late to stop her…..

The next thing he knew, he was in a cab, on the way to the airport.

And he kept replaying in his mind, over and over, what he would say to her. But then, playing the scene in your head and doing it face to face was completely different.
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Once the cab came to a halt, Yongbae started running. Unsure what for, exactly. He highly doubted showing up at the airport really make Megan change her mind? Still, it wouldn’t hurt to try, would it? Either way, he could manage to convince her to stay, at least for another day or so and maybe gather up enough courage to tell her exactly how he felt about her. Then again, he could just be left at the airport, heartbroken and totally worthless. Still, he would regret it more if he didn’t at least try.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t make it past airport security. Not because he was carrying anything lethal in particular, but apparently the metal detectors were not in his favor. And since he had absolutely no patience whatsoever to deal with the guards, he made a run for it. “Heck, YG will settle the bail anyway,” he thought to himself as he ran aimlessly, leaving a trail of destruction in his path.

Then, he spotted her, just as she was about to board the gate.

“Megan!” he shouted out, obvious signs of desperation in his voice.

But she didn’t look back, heck; it was as if she didn’t hear him or something.

“MEGAN!” he shouted again, but to no avail. It was too late, she had boarded the plane, and no way in hell were they about to let some airport-security-offender board the plane, were they?

So he just sank to his knees, a single tear rolling down his cheek, and let go of the object he was grasping tightly in his right hand ; her earring.