❝ @leehvuns ❞
Hwayoung remembers when one of her best friends asked her if she was ever going back to start dating again but Hwayoung clearly said that relationships were just a pain in the ass. It's a goddamn headache. The closest thing she had to a relationship was a stupid flirtationship and a lot of sleeping with each other, of course. Because that's what he was really after from the start. She didn't want to remember him or anything about him. She never went back to that coffee shop where they 'broke up'. How could they break up when they weren't even dating? He said, he found someone else. Rubbed it to her face and left her crying there. She thought he was different from everyone else. She prayed he was different but no, he was the same as the rest of them. She shouldn't be drinking right now, but the photoshoot was exhausting. Every goddamn luxury bag of that designer brand reminded her of him. God, he spoiled her rotten with gifts. Showered her with attention and affection. Then what? He left. Why? Because she was hard to get, he said.
“Fuck it.” The model mutters under her breath as she downs another shot of vodka. One more shouldn't hurt, she tells herself. But she already finished a bottle and she still remembers how he used to smile at her when he manages to sabotage her date. They said the hard drinks don't give you as much hangover as the fruity ones. They're like people. Jaehyun sure was a glass of cosmopolitan for her. He messed her up really bad, making her feel like she was the center of his universe then shoving her into a black hole of some sort. “Can I get a glass of Cosmo?” The bartender hands her the drink and she gets up, planning to go lose herself on the dance floor. She sips on her drink and an apparition appears before her. “J?” In disbelief, she laughs it off. “Tsk. As if that asshole would even show his shadow to me after making me cry.” She was talking to the drink and stumbling slightly, losing her balance, but she shakes it off and smiles at the man before her. “You're not that asshole, right? You're just the vodka fucking up with me, right?”