After successfully graduating from that miserable hell known as high school, I was able to regain myself and actually managed to achieve my dream job.
Yerim and I went our own separate ways, never to forgive one another nor restore our friendship we once cherished.
I really do yearn having her as my best friend, but maybe we were never compatible for one another.
Oh, and Jungkook?
Well, he never came back.
But I could honestly care less about him, because now I'm blessed with an idealistic, wholehearted, and truly impeccable boyfriend known as Kim Taehyung.
No lies, no deceit, and no fabrication this time.
Just pure adoration, devotion, and passion.
I possibly couldn't ask for anyone better than a genuine angel like him.
Even after all we've been through, he still accepted me for the reckless catastrophe I was and continued to love me unconditionally.
Now I'm a stylist of a modeling agency owned by my high school friend, Kim Seokjin, and Taehyung's our number one model.
Currently exiting out of the Incheon International Airport while dragging my magenta suit case behind me, I dialed up Taehyung's number to inform him that I safely returned from my business trip.
Placing my phone on my ear, I patiently waited for him to pick up as I gazed around my empty, rather desolate surrounding.
But suddenly, a relatively tall, attractive-looking man dressed in an all-black attire exited out of the other automatic door of the airport.
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Though he was merely a random stranger passing by, he looked so damn familiar.
And for some irrational, ludicrous reason, my heart ached at the sight of him.
I don't even know who he is, and yet he managed to overwhelm me with great affliction, distress, and remorse all at once.
Who the hell is he?
"Seoyeon? Hellooooo?" I heard Taehyung's voice utter from my phone, instantly snapping me out of my distracting thoughts.
"S-Sorry, I just called to tell you that I'm back." I notified him, only to receive an overly-enthusiastic squeal from him in response.
"I'm picking you up. I'll be there in five." He excitedly stated.
"Oh I can just ride a taxi-"
But immediately cutting me off, he abruptly hung up on me.
Letting out a defeated sigh as I lowered my phone, I couldn't help but smile like an idiot.
