Chapter 22 (1/1)

"W-who?" I stuttered, my heart skipping a leap before it felt as if it stopped. Taehee looked into my eyes, biting her lips as if she's afraid that I'll start judging her. "What did you say that he said..? He.. rejected you...?"  "I never confessed." She sighed, sniffling a little. My heart ached for my usually cheerful and bright bestfriend who was the sunshine of my life. "He said he loved someone else.. I.. I asked.. But he wouldn't say.." She said sadly.  "He.. he said he loved.. someone?"  "Yes. But she didn't love him." She answered, a frown appearing slightly over her face. "Why wouldn't she? She has everything I wanted.."  I swallowed hard, guilt rolling about in my stomach, clenching at my every organ. Fate is ironic. No, ironic would be a too pleasant word. Fate is cruel. First I had to hurt Daesung and now my bestfriend too? Should I tell her? No, she would resent me for hurting Daesung. I had lost Dae already. Can I really afford to lose Taehee? But if I don't, I'd be lying to her.  "You knew.. You knew of my feelings."  Daesung voice thick with hurt and betrayal rang out again from my memories and a cold dread filled me as I stared at Taehee, who's now doodling light and small circles on the ground with her finger absentmindedly. I grimaced, imagining her pointing that very finger at me and saying the same thing.  "You knew. You knew of my feelings."  No, I can't let that happen again. I have enough guilt to pay and there's no way I can let Taehee go through the same thing. I ran my tongue across my dry lips, preparing myself to tell her of anything, everything between me, Daesung and Jiyong. Yes, I haven't even tell her what's between me and Jiyong. I have to tell the truth. At least to her. She's my bestfriend afterall.  "Taehee, actually I-"  "But its okay, isn't it?" She cut across me, exhaling deeply and then putting on her usual smile back on, "Even if I lose the whole world, I still have music, and dance. And you, Kyungmi!" Taehee smiled genuinely at me, but I couldn't return it. "I still have my bestfriend! You'll never leave me, right? So I should be positive. There're people worse off than me. I still have my dreams!"    My eyes prickled suddenly while I couldn't do anything but watched as she jumped swiftly on her feet, grabbing her bag.  "Got to go early today!" She squealed, trying to sound cheerful like she usually do. "You'll lock up the studio for me!" She called, sticking out her tongue at me from the door before she gave me another cracked smile and left.  And so I sat, alone again, on the floor of the suddenly unfamiliar practice studio where I've spent most of my time at, staring at the spot where Taehee left, my throat still clogged up and throbbing.  "Taehee ah.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."  August 18 arrived like a flash, and other than celebrating Jiyong's birthday, we celebrated the release of his long awaited solo studio album, Heartbreaker. The album is a product of his sweat and blood and thankfully, it received love. A lot of love, in fact. His blonde hair coupled with his flawless looks attracted thousands of young teenagers, adding most of them into his already huge army of VIPs. Jiyong is no longer thought of just the leader of Bigbang, but an individual artiste with excellent rapping and composing skills that couldn't be seen in Bigbang's work and a rising Fashion Icon. Popularity and fame flew to him as if he's a magnet and within August itself, the name G-Dragon was known throughout South Korea.  On the other hand, his underground girlfriend, who's extremely proud of his achievements, hasn't been slacking off herself. August was proven a hectic month for me as well as my fellow cast crew and we travelled everywhere, attending press conferences, movie premiers and variety shows to promote our fantasy movie, which is officially titled as "Darkened".  "When're you knocking off?" Jiyong asked from the other side of the line as I held the phone between my cheek and my shoulder, my manager asking frantically for the stylist to fix my makup. It didn't even fade that much. The live interview is starting in 10 minutes.  "Not so early," I replied quickly, nearly adding a Jiyong at the back before I remembered how tight my lips had to be in public. One wrong word, and we're both goners. "Go home first tonight."  An annoyed groan was heard from the line as he whined irritably, "Again? Yah, you hadn't been spending time- wait- I hardly even see you around! I had my album released too, how can you be busier than me? Yah, I'm G-Dragon!"  I tried hard not to roll my eyes as my stylist worked on the eyeshadow. Jiyong has been caught a little in the popularity he's receiving.It's annoying me, but I constantly told myself that he deserved it, after all his hard work of training for years. "Listen, I have to work too. I'll text you when I'm-"  "Whatever, actress. Just call me when your popularity as the cold, heartless vampiress died down."  "Ji-"  A beep from the receiver signalled that he already hung up. Sighing with frustration, I tossed my phone into my bag angrily. What's wrong with him nowadays? Can't we just talk it out? I don't understand. He's an entertainer too, why can't he understand I treasure my films as much as he treasures his albums?I reached out my hand to rub my tired eyes and my stylist slapped my hand swiftly, giving me a death glare that symbolises that if I messed up my make up again, I'm on my own.  "The cast of Darkened, please get into positions now. You're live in 2 minutes." The announcement rang out as I got on my feet immediately, getting ready for another hour of interviews. The manager finally pulled into the company building, a little past midnight, concluding another day. Exchanging her a weary goodnight, she headed for the convinience store while I went up the building alone to grab my iPod that I left in the morning. Dragging my feet tiredly, I felt suddenly wise for choosing to change first after the venue than to clean my makeup. I had always known that heels are evil. And stuffing me into a full length gown isn't increasing my liking for girly clothes either.   Another pair of feet shuffled down the hallway and I stopped, squinting my tired eyes as another figure came into view, walking slightly hunched, hands in pockets, clad in an oversized white tee and a red Snapback sitting loopsidedly on his head. A few strands of gold hair sticking out under it confirmed his identity.  "Jiyong!" I called, making my way over as his head snapped up, caught sight of me, and adverted them back on the ground.  "Jiyong ah, wae?" I asked, grabbing his arm gently as he tugged them away lightly, muttering, "Aren't you supposed to be busy?"  "Hey, I'm sorry okay? You know that its necessary." I coaxed, hoping that he could understand.  "So you'd choose work over us?" He asked, a little louder as he turned the front of his snapback back so that his eyes could meet mine.   "Well, would you?" I asked indignantly.  "Of course!" He blurted loudly, startling me as I turned around fratically, a habit to check if anyone could be around before Jiyong grabbed my wrist, forcing me to look back at him.  "Why do you always have to do that?" He asked, annoyance in his voice as his blonde fringe covered his eyes slightly. "Are you that ashamed to be with me?"  I blinked at him, anger filling me as fast as outrage did. I was checking to make sure that no one sees us so that his career wouldn't be blown off. So that his hard work over the years wouldn't go down the drain. Yet he's accusing me of being.. Ashamed? Does he even know how I felt when his female dancers are practically grinding on him? How much I wanted to yell at my colleague that he's mine when they chuckled and commented on how well he would look with another singer?  "Forget it." He sighed furiously, flinging my hand away as he turned to leave. My hand reached out instinctly to hold him even though I was still boiling mad.  "Jiyong wait-OW!" I gasped, my grip on him releasing immediately as I bent down so that my hands could clutch my ankle. The fact that I'm required to wear a 3 inch heel during work weren't helping with my injury I sustained on the last day of filming.  Jiyong spun around instantly, his eyes widened with worry as he bent down, a hand on my back before I even realised and the other on my ankle as he blabbered, "What? Did you sprain it again?"  I glare up at him angrily, tears of anger from his accusations and the throbbing pain in my ankle blazing in my eyes.  "Forget it!" I mimicked what he spat at me earlier as I got up on my feet unsteadily. he followed, knowing better not to touch me but his hands still hovered behind, ready to catch in case I fell. "Just call me when you no longer think everyone treats fame as importantly as you." I said before hobbling away.  "Yobuseyo?" I chocked as the lit closed, picking up my phone as I endured the pain.  "Kyungmi!" My manager piped, "I forgot to inform you earlier, but you have to make an appearance on Strong Heart on Thursday!"  "Strong heart?" I squinted. "The variety show that the guests are supposed to tell stories?"  "That's the one!"   "But I hadn't got any thing to say! Who else is going?" I asked, now trying to rotate my ankle slightlyin hope to reduce the swelling.  "There's the actor Choi YunJun, and Yoo In Na, as well as singers like Lee Tuek, Gu Hara and some others that I don't remember."  "No one from our cast?" I asked, feeling a little scared all of a sudden.  "Nah. But there's your labelmate! G-Dragon is invited on that episode too!" She said.  My ankle froze and my mouth went dry "G.. G-Dragon?"  "Yeap!"  I kept silent for a moment, pondering on the depths fate would go to toy with me. How am I supposed to face him on National TV after I left him standing alone upstairs? Not to mention that I am still pretty pissed off with him. But if I don't go, wouldn't my manager find it weird that I'm not going even someone from my same company is going too? I can't, it would undoubtly raise suspicions. Even though, I rolled my eyes, that Kwon Jiyong still thinks that I'm hiding our relationship because apparently I was oh-so-ashamed of his achievements, I can't let it run my head and just let loose of everything. If I were to let my momental anger rule me, I could destroy Jiyong's hardwork of nearly ten years within 10 seconds.  "Kyungmi? Kyungmi?"  "I'll go." I said quickly, "But before that, can you pick me up? I think my leg is currently unfit to send me home."why no comments in the last chapter?

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