'It won't change, you know.' Woo Bin offered some unhelpful remarks while Yi Jung was busy taking a call from his parents. Ga Eul massaged her throbbing temples with her thumbs and index fingers. She had spent the last two hours staring at the newspaper piece. Somehow expecting that it was just a part of her nightmare. Any moment now she would wake up in her own bedroom in Seoul and nothing had ever happened.

'And stop pinching your arms,' again Woo Bin decided to share his wisdom without her asking. 'I am not a product of your alcohol induced nightmare.' Ga Eul sighed in defeat. True to his word, her arms had started sporting slight bruises from all the pinching she had done. They would look hellish by the time she had to go back home. Jan Di had retrieved some clothing from her own room, a pair of cream colored Capri with light blue sleeveless top, so that she could get out of Yi Jung's room without feeling like an over slept slut. Although, if she had a choice, she would rather wear her pink Paul Frank pajamas and stay under the comforter for the next ten years.

'Are you OK?' Jan Di had asked her earlier. She nodded quietly; her headache had lessened after the hot showers and sipping two mugs of scalding black tea. 'I have to go with Jun Pyo for a few hours, are you sure you're OK?' She numbly nodded her head again, feeling slightly relieved that her best friend was going to be away for a while. Jan Di was a good friend, she really was. But her over the top voice and loud shriek was hardly any help at all. After delivering a barrage of threats to Yi Jung, she had tried to land her spinning half round kick on Yi Jung's head. She failed miserably of course, since Woo Bin's hand had swiftly come between her foot and Yi Jung's head, making her fall backward into Ji Hoo's ready arms.

'Calm down, Geum Jan Di,' Ji Hoo quietly sat her down on the couch. 'We can't figure this out if you insist on sending him to the hospital.'

'Oh I don't intend on sending him to the hospital..' she hissed under her breath, looking for a golf club in the room, sending a million imaginary flying daggers Yi Jung's way. She went at last after Jun Pyo half dragged her out of the room, leaving Ga Eul in silence with the rest of F4.

Ji Hoo the ever studious medical student had given her a couple of tablets which she quickly swallowed. Not even bothered to ask what the substance was. They could be cold medicine or ecstasy tablets for all she cared. She then laid her back on the couch, closing her eyes while her mind raced back to the day Jan Di persuaded her to come with her to celebrate her birthday with the boys.

'Please, Ga Eul…. I don't want to go without you…'

'But I have class to teach on Monday! I can't just go like that.'

'We'll be back Sunday evening, I promise.'

It was Thursday afternoon and she had no energy to even cook dinner, let alone being dragged half the world away to attend Jan Di's birthday bash.

'Why can't we just go to Marado Island?' she muttered darkly in a quiet voice. Not wanting Jan Di to hear her bitter whine. What? Bitter? NO, she wasn't bitter at all. She's happy for her. But haven't they heard about the word 'jet lag'? And why was it that she always ended up being dragged around. They must have limited supply of friends.

The outcome was too predictable. By Thursday evening she had her suitcase and passport ready. She didn't even bother to ask where precisely they were going to go this time. Not that Jan Di knew the answer anyway. This was supposed to be a surprised for her as well. (It's America, Jan Di told her. Yeah, but America is a continent, not a city). There must be some kind of miraculous power that the F4 held in any given country, since they were never asked a VISA by immigration.

Yi Jung had come to collect her that evening in his beloved orange car. He was not dressed in suit, crisp dress shirt, and cravat as he tended to do, but instead he had worn a more casual approach, a light cream polo and black leather jacket over black pants and chocolate loafers. Although she was 110 percent sure that his so-called casual attire would still worth more than the whole furniture plus kitchen appliances in her modest single apartment altogether.

She didn't have much energy to keep him entertained on the way from her house to the airport. God knows what Yi Jung sunbae thought of her when he finally shook her shoulder to wake her up from her slumber with an amused look on his face.

'You must be tired,' he said to her while handing their luggage to the person in charge.

Oh wow, no shit Sherlock, she thought darkly. Some of us do need to work to pay the bill. But she kept the words to herself. Instead she smiled at him shyly (like she always did) and tried to smooth the wrinkles on her skirt.

She didn't remember much about the flight. She must have been too tired and slept the whole way. The next thing she knew, the plane had landed on the tarmac and a black limousine was already on standby, waiting for them next to the plane.

'Vegas, huh?' she mused to herself as the limo took them straight to the hotel. A gigantic building with a lion statue in the front.

There were moments of clear consciousness flashed her mind late Friday evening, drinking strong cocktails facing the bartender. But she mostly ignored those moments and enjoyed the concoctions in front of her.

She wasn't planning to go to the bar and drink herself silly, but Jan Di and Jun Pyo claimed to be tired and retreated to their room early after the birthday dinner finished. Yeah, tired, she rolled her eyes to heaven. Those two should really start learning to make up more credible excuses. She could imagine how tired they would be once they were confined in the safety of a locked hotel room. Well, she could but she wouldn't. Because picturing Jun Pyo without clothes was just plain wrong. And a bit scary, to be honest. She could sort of picture Ji Hoo without one though. She laughed at herself while motioning her hand to ask the bartender to refill her empty glass.

It was Woo Bin idea to roam the casino, playing cards and such. She was happy to comply at first but soon lost interest since she couldn't figure out the game. Seeing the other three enjoying their game so much, she decided to leave the table without notifying anyone and walked around the hall. Her insanely high stiletto however did not give her many miles to cover. It's stupid she knew, to wear such towering heels. But just imagine yourself walking next to Jun Pyo in a pair of Teva. She'd look like a midget in comparison. And that's how she ended up sitting in the bar by herself, eager to try the exotic sounding cocktails from the most extensive list of drinks she had ever seen.

'I can see you're having fun all by yourself.'

'Oh, sunbae…'

She looked up to see Yi Jung calmly took the seat next to her and asked the bartender to give him a glass of clear brown liquid.

'What's that?' she inquired curiously.

'My favorite drink. You wanna try?' He brought his glass to her lips, for her to get a taste. It took her one sip to quickly push the glass back to him.

'No thanks,' she returned her attention back to her drink.

'So tell me what happened in the past four years, Ga Eul. We haven't had a chance to talk since I came back from Sweden.'

'That's because you missed Woo Bin sunbae more than you missed me,' she heard herself speak. Really, she must have had a strong drink to say such a thing.

'Don't tell me you're jealous over Woo Bin?'

'I'm not jealous,' Yes I am. 'It's just that you have a lot of things to catch up with them.' You cold hearted bastard. Didn't you know I spent the last four years being called frigid by my college friends?

It's funny how alcohol could have such effects to human's brain. Before she knew it, she had proposed a drinking game to him. A variation of their truth or dare game.

'So if I don't want to answer the question, I have to finish one shot?' He smirked as she nodded enthusiastically. 'How about you? You're going to finish a glass for every question?'

She thought for a while. 'Maybe half a glass for every unanswered question.'

'Fine' he called the bartender to give him the whole bottle and prepared at least six glass of whatever Ga Eul was drinking. Made sure that each glass was a double strength one.

'Hmmm,' he started. 'Ever thinking of me when I was away?'

She smiled a little. 'Yes,' she said calmly. 'I thought about a lot of people while you were away.' No, she's not going to blush from such a lame question. 'How about you sunbae, ever thinking of me while you're away?'

'All the time,' he said evenly. Smirking as her blush appeared on the cheek. 'OK. How about this. Have you ever had a wet dream?'

No, why did he have to ask such question? Drink.

'Sunbae, do you still think about Eun Jae?'

Drink.

'Have you ever had sex before, Ga Eul?'

Drink.

'How about this one sunbae, have you ever had a dream about sex with another man?'

Drink.

'Do you ever picture Jun Pyo and Jan Di getting on with each other, Ga Eul?'

Drink.

'How about you sunbae. Have you ever pictured Jun Pyo sunbae and Ji Hoo sunbae getting on with each other?'

Drink.

An hour later they staggered unsteadily out of the hotel hand in hand, looking for fresh air. She almost tripped over when her heel caught in a hole. She giggled herself silly as Yi Jung took off her shoes and threw them in the garbage.

'Wanna go see a show?' he asked her all of a sudden.

'What show?'

'Look, there're three Elvis over there…'

'I like Elvis..' she giggled again.

They stumbled along the concrete together. Looking for Elvis in the distance.