"Get it together, Yongsann."That cold, commanding voice shattered my attempt to drift off to sleep. He forcefully closed the bedroom door.I had only been away for a week, but it felt like so much had changed, even though nothing had."Mind your own business, Grantt," I muttered weakly, pulling the blanket closer.I had been lying here for hours, and it had been about an hour since his friends left.I thought he'd deny everything about us, but he didn't. I saw the shock on his friends' faces when they learned the truth about us."Is this your usual way of dealing with things? Sulking when there's a problem and blaming everyone for what's happening?" he reprimanded, sounding incredibly stressed.The roles had reversed. In the past, I used to be the one scolding him, but now it was my turn to be in his shoes. He'd soon discover how frustrating it was to lecture someone who had no intention of listening.I tried to dismiss what he said. He had no idea how I felt, and I didn't even know
"Turns out there's a party at Olga's. It's a welcome party for Tristan's sibling," he informed me as I left our room.He shot me a quick glance, clearly raising an eyebrow, most likely due to my outfit. I had deliberately chosen short shorts and a form-fitting v-line crop top, fully aware that he disapproved of such revealing attire.Judging by the emotions written on his face, I had successfully gotten on his nerves. I knew he wanted to tell me to change, but he was restraining himself."Okay, let's go," I said casually and headed out.We both stayed silent as we got into my car. I took the driver's seat since it was my car.I noticed him looking at my wrist. I was wearing the watch that Kenth had given me, not the bracelet from him. He knew that this watch was a gift from my best friend. I had purposely left his bracelet on our bed, hoping he would notice it when we returned.I drove swiftly but carefully. I couldn't bear the silence between us, so I turned on my music player. Their
"Turns out there's a party at Olga's. It's a welcome party for Tristan's sibling," he informed me as I left our room.He shot me a quick glance, clearly raising an eyebrow, most likely due to my outfit. I had deliberately chosen short shorts and a form-fitting v-line crop top, fully aware that he disapproved of such revealing attire.Judging by the emotions written on his face, I had successfully gotten on his nerves. I knew he wanted to tell me to change, but he was restraining himself."Okay, let's go," I said casually and headed out.We both stayed silent as we got into my car. I took the driver's seat since it was my car.I noticed him looking at my wrist. I was wearing the watch that Kenth had given me, not the bracelet from him. He knew that this watch was a gift from my best friend. I had purposely left his bracelet on our bed, hoping he would notice it when we returned.I drove swiftly but carefully. I couldn't bear the silence between us, so I turned on my music player. Their
"Did you just leave this here, like that?" Grantt exclaimed upon spotting the bracelet on our bed.We had just returned from Olga's place, and we had been arguing the whole way home due to Xyril. What am I supposed to do when my ex-more-than-friends wants to talk to me and get close again, right? The issue is, he doesn't express himself openly. He didn't say a word when Xy was talking to me, and later, in the car, he started picking a fight, citing various reasons.I don't know, I can't understand him anymore. I can't comprehend anything anymore. I need some space to think. Perhaps, we need some time to cool down and heal our tempers. We can't keep going like this; we'll just keep fighting until it gets worse.Without a word, I picked up the bracelet he gave me and returned it to its box in my drawer.I left the house and went for a solitary drive in my car, attempting to escape my problems.I turned off my phone to avoid any contact. I just want to be alone for now.I parked my car i
"Ma'am Yongsann, right?" the male nurse attending to Grantt inquired."Yes, how's Grantt?" I replied promptly, standing up. I had been waiting outside their clinic for a few minutes."Sir Grantt will be fine. His fever was high earlier, but it's subsiding now. He just needs some rest because he's also overfatigued, and does he have anxiety?"His last question caught me off guard because I had no idea what the answer was. I hardly knew anything about Grantt, especially in recent times. However, it wasn't impossible given his job and the recent events between us."Just make sure he doesn't get too stressed. Dealing with anxiety isn't a joke. He may have suicidal thoughts. You can go in now."I took a deep breath before entering. Slowly, I drew back the curtain and found Grantt lost in slumber.While he was still asleep, I examined the bruise on his thigh that I had noticed earlier. I shook my head as I scrutinized the injury up close.What is he doing with his life? He's like a child.I
"This is what you should wear, Grantt," I heard Olive say.She's Grantt's new manager, and unfortunately, we share the rehearsal space, conference room, and even the dressing room. Since our last meeting at the beach, this is the first time we've crossed paths. We've both been busy, especially him, which is why he hasn't had the chance to return to Tagaytay. I'm the only one who can manage to go there.Lately, I've been occupied with Venice and my new talent, Zone. Zone isn't a newcomer to the industry, but like Grantt, he recently switched management and ended up under my wing. He's in high demand this year, so we've been doing mall shows in the past few days.Today, we're preparing for a pre-recording of a variety show. However, it's been delayed due to technical problems. The shoot was supposed to start at 3:00 p.m, but it's already almost 4:00 p.m.I couldn't help but turn towards them as a woman's voice dominated the room. She's not a rookie in the industry, but she's new to our
"Are you siding with your manager?" I led the conversation. "Do you really want to step on stage looking like you're going to a festival, huh?" I added with a touch of sarcasm.His lips parted slightly. "I'm not saying...""Don't take sides unless you want me to deal with both of you," I said seriously, gently moving him aside to pass.The door opened right on cue, and Wendy walked in. I sighed discreetly, almost forgetting her existence. I could hear a duet coming up."Grantt! Aren't you ready? What the hell? What happened to you? Why aren't you ready yet? We're about to start," she immediately complained.I stifled a laugh, even though it was clear she disapproved of what Grantt was wearing. I glanced at Olive, and she couldn't hide her expression. It's difficult for her to say that this is the best outfit she recommended for Grantt. Anyone can see it looks incredibly outdated."I'm changing," Grantt replied and gave me a look before approaching Zia. The woman promptly moved to help
"What on earth are you doing here?" I exclaimed upon seeing Grantt standing right in front of my condo unit. It was clear he intended to follow through with what he mentioned earlier about visiting me.Judging by his attire, he didn't appear to be planning a lengthy stay. He likely had a gig or was on his way to their get-together."I already told you, didn't I? I'll wait for you here. It's not like what I'm doing is stalking, is it?"I briefly closed my eyes, struggling to refrain from smacking him with my shoulder bag. Can't he comprehend that I don't want to see or talk to him?"Grantt, I need to find my peace, and I can't do that with your constant nagging and nonsense, okay?"He didn't respond immediately. I wasn't looking directly at him, but from the corner of my eye, I noticed him bow his head. I released a heavy sigh."It seems there's nothing more I can do to win you back. You're right. Who in their right mind would love the sibling of the person they love?" he dramatically