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My breath gets caught in my throat at the surprise of seeing his anger. “That’s how you saw us?” I gasp out. Great, it sounds like I’m about to cry. Embarrassment weaves through me.

“Hyeri, you’ve worked too hard to get where you are. Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to show the antis they couldn’t push you down? This is your chance.”

“But there can be other chances. You and I—”

He shakes his head, cutting me off. “No, I can’t be responsible for you passing this up. You’ll end up resenting me for it. I don’t want that responsibility.”

I need to take a minute to gather myself before I respond. “You don’t want theresponsibility? I’m not a child.”

“Then stop acting like one,” he bites out. “Make the adult decision here, Hyeri. For once in your life stop making your choices based on everyone else around you!”

This feels so eerily like four years ago, when Minseok yelled at me to stop being immature. When he said that my crush was selfish. He apologized for doing it, but now it’s happening again. I guess he was never sorry after all. I close my eyes, because it’s the only way to stop myself from crying. I don’t need that right now.

I take deep breaths, relaxing my body one zone at a time until I am calm enough to look him in the eyes without breaking down.

“You’re right, this is a huge opportunity,” I say coldly. I feel so numb right now. “Maybe LA is the change I need to get away from all the baggage I have here.”

With my chin high, I turn to leave, trying to hold on to what little dignity I have left in front of him. My shoes refuse to slide on easily. The more I struggle with them, the more they refuse to fit. It ruins the facade of calm, but I don’t care anymore as I just flatten the heels, shuffling out quickly to escape back into the hallway. I can’t be here anymore. I can’t look at him right now.

When I enter my apartment, the door closes with a low beep. I turn and kick my shoes off, hitting the wall. Imagining that it’s Minseok’s body instead.

I hate him so much right now, and not because he was cruel. But because he was right.

K-Pop Fan Atticarticle: “Kim Ana Brought in for Questioning by Police in Drug Case”

It has been reported that K-pop idol Kim Ana was brought in by Gangnam police for questioning regarding allegations that she smuggled benzodiazepines into the country.

According to reports, officials were given evidence that Kim had brought an unknown amount of benzodiazepines into the country after visiting family in the United States this spring. Benzodiazepines (along with opiates and amphetamines) are strictly prohibited from import into South Korea, even with a doctor’s prescription. Kim admitted she was prescribed the drugs by her childhood doctor in the United States before becoming a trainee. Kim was later released without charge.

According to Han Jongyul, the CEO of Fantazee Entertainment, Kim had taken the medication as a child due to anxiety over the death of a close relative. When she moved to Seoul to become a trainee, she had not been made aware that the drug was illegal in South Korea. She received a refill of her old prescription on her recent trip back to the States before beginning filming of her drama. Nerves over her first drama caused a relapse of her anxiety.

Though many fans are supportive of Kim, some seem disillusioned with the idol once deemed the “nation’s princess.”

Kim is currently starring in her first drama,Idol Academy, which has been struggling in the ratings.

The Hallyu Wave Awards were once a bucket list goal of mine.

My stylist dressed me in a gorgeous ocean-blue dress with lace overlay that sparkles as I walk. I should feel like a princess attending a ball. Instead, I’m too numb to enjoy it.

I’m late getting ready because David was double-booked. And by the time I walk the red carpet, I’m the last to arrive.

An assistant hurries me inside and points me toward my table. I thank them, trying to sneak to my seat without causing any distractions. But a few feet from my assigned table, I freeze.

I knew who I’d be seated with. Since I’m nominated for my work onOCM, it makes sense that I’d be with Minseok. I thought I’d mentally prepared for seeing him again. But the mere sight of the back of his head makes me start to hyperventilate.

I try to do my breathing exercise, relaxing myself by zones. But it’s not working. Minseok shifts in his seat, starting to turn as if he senses my presence.

And, freaking out, I hurry away. I can’t talk to him right now, not in this state. I rush to the back and dip into the bathroom.

I hide away in one of the stalls, wondering how long I can wait here until my absence is noted. I pull out my phone, texting Hongjoo to tell me when I have to be in my seat for my award nominations. Then I close the top lid of the toilet and sit.

I make it over half an hour before my butt starts to become numb. I’m wondering if I should just give in and go to my seat when two women come into the bathroom, gossiping about the outfits.

“I didn’t realize poof sleeves were back,” one of them declares. “I wonder if I should talk to my stylist before the next awards show.”

“Did you see Kim Ana’s?”

“Yea, she looks gorgeous as usual.”