Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling directly on Park Chae-young's face.

She rolled over, covered her head with the blanket, and then rolled back over.

The taste is off.

Last night...

Her eyes opened immediately.

The ceiling was unfamiliar.

She sat up, rubbed her hair in annoyance, and it instantly turned into a golden mess.

I quickly looked down at myself. My clothes were still there, but they were badly wrinkled, and my pants had some kind of stain on them that smelled bad.

That's good, as long as she didn't lose her virginity.

Then she started to feel unwell.

I'm such a beautiful woman lying in his house, and he really didn't do anything?

Park Chaeyoung touched her face, beginning to question her life, but also feeling somewhat relieved that she had acted impulsively yesterday.

I turned on my phone, and the notification sound kept ringing.

35 missed calls.

78 unread messages.

It's all agents and members.

She didn't see it.

I don't want to go back, I don't want to explain, and I can't say that I drank myself into a stupor last night and slept in a strange man's house.

She threw her phone away and subconsciously began to look around the room.

The guest room wasn't large, but it was very clean.

Everything is fine.

It's actually not bad, because the room smells nice, like a woman's fragrance.

She threw back the covers and got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the floor. Her toes twitched slightly; they were a little cold.

Then she saw the dressing table.

Very abrupt.

The guest bedroom's decor is clearly very masculine, but the dressing table is full of women's items.

Foundation, lipstick, eyeshadow palette, makeup remover, cotton pads, and a curling iron.

Who lives in this room?

Park Chaeyoung frowned, walked over and poked at the bottles and jars.

They're all big brands.

She recognized several of them, and they were even from the same brand as the ones she used.

This woman has good taste.

Then she saw a picture frame.

A white wooden photo frame stands prominently on the dressing table.

Inside was a group photo. Liu Zimu was being hugged by a woman, looking somewhat annoyed. The woman was wearing a red dress, had exquisite makeup, her hair was casually tied up, and she was smiling happily.

Choi Sulli.

Park Chae-young's eyes suddenly widened.

isn't it?

She picked up the photo frame, looked at it once, wiped her eyes, and looked at it again.

It's definitely Choi Sulli.

Park Chae-young put the photo frame back, crossed her arms, and started pacing around the room.

Liu Zimu is actually Choi Sulli's boyfriend?

He took himself back to his and Choi Sulli's home last night.

She slept in Choi Sulli's room for one night.

Although nothing was done, but...

Park Chae-young buried her face in her hands.

It’s over.

If the paparazzi take pictures of her, she won't be able to explain herself.

If news like this were released that she went to Sulli's boyfriend's house and slept there overnight, fans would bombard her and Sulli's comment sections.

and many more.

She put her hand down and picked up the photo frame again.

No wonder that man was so cold to her last night, looking at her with disgust, and then he threw her into the guest room and ran away.

Am I not younger or prettier than Sulli?

Damn it! This man is toxic.

Park Chae-young put the photo frame back and left the guest room.

The living room was even cleaner than she had seen it last night.

She walked to the dining table and saw a note under the remote control.

Breakfast is in the pot; please serve yourself.

[Rose, I've seen BLACKPINK's performances. You were dazzling on stage, and you looked great dancing and singing. Next time, please don't drink so much and wander the streets alone; it's dangerous.]

By the way, be happy! In my memory, you're such a cheerful person.

Park Chae-young held the note, her fingers tightening slightly.

Be happy!

You're such a joy to be around.

How did he find out?

Everyone only saw the group's immense popularity, but no one knew how hard they worked.

No one told her to be happy.

But today, the stranger she had given the "friend zone" card to left a note with the words, "Be happy."

Park Chae-young folded the note and stuffed it into her pocket.

She went into the bathroom and saw herself looking incredibly disheveled in the mirror.

Ashley!

Is this what Liu Zimu saw me looking like last night? No wonder he disliked me so much.

snort!

Just wait and see, I'll definitely reappear in front of you looking beautiful.

Then she saw the women's toiletries on the washstand.

A pink mouthwash cup with a peach printed on it, containing two toothbrushes, one pink and one blue, placed close together.

There was a bottle of women's facial cleanser next to it, the same brand and not cheap.

There were two face masks, in silver packaging, on the edge of the sink.

As Park Chae-young looked at the two toothbrushes, a scene suddenly flashed into her mind.

In the morning, Liu Zimu and Cui Xueli stood in front of the mirror brushing their teeth together. They squeezed and pushed each other, spraying toothpaste foam all over the mirror.

Then we kissed, hugged, and lifted each other high in the air.

Oh dear, I can't think about it!

Park Chaeyoung stared at her disheveled reflection in the mirror for three seconds.

interesting.

really interesting.

She opened the new toothbrush that Liu Zimu had prepared for her, then put it down again.

I picked up the blue toothbrush, looked at it, held it up to my mouth, and then put it back.

She rolled her eyes. She couldn't do that; that would be too much of a pervert.

After washing up.

She went into the kitchen and lifted the pot lid.

The white porridge must have been freshly cooked that morning; it was still warm.

On the side, there was a small dish of kimchi and a fried egg, with a few sesame seeds sprinkled on top of the fried egg.

She ladled out a bowl of porridge, sat down at the table, and slowly took a sip.

It's so delicious.

My stomach warmed up, and a certain spot in my chest warmed up as well.

It was probably too cold last night.

The November wind in Seoul always chills the heart.

But Liu Zimu's house seems quite warm.

Park Chae-young finished her porridge, washed the bowl, and put it back on the drainer.

She walked to the door and changed into the canvas shoes she had worn the night before.

There is a full-length mirror by the entrance, but it has no sticker.

But there was a line of small writing on the frame, written in marker, and the handwriting was different from that on the note:

【Choi Jin-ri, you look beautiful today. Oppa, saranghaeyo!】

Park Chae-young stared at the line of text for a few seconds, then, as if jealous, pulled out a marker and was about to write something.

After thinking about it, I decided against it and switched to sticky notes instead, so as not to cause her any trouble.

I'm an idol, you know; I can't do things that could easily cause misunderstandings.

[Liu Zimu xi......]

"wrong!"

She threw the sticky note into the trash can and wrote a new one:

Oppa, the ramen was delicious, and the porridge was also very good. I'll treat you to a meal next time—ROSÉ.

She left the coffee shop around nine o'clock and closed the side door.

It suddenly got a bit cold.

She sniffed, tightened her coat, took a deep breath, and pulled out her phone.

There's new information.

The agent's message already shows just how furious the company is.

Park Chae-young stood on the street corner and first texted her manager: "Unnie, I'm fine, on my way back to the company."

Then she looked up at the coffee shop's sign: [Shiguang Coffee Shop]

Picking up light, time.

Liu Zimu.

Her interest in him has now intensified.

It's not that I've fallen in love with someone.

As for why?

Because of a man who could make Choi Sulli laugh so happily, a man who would take in a drunkard and write "Be happy" on a sticky note.

It must be very interesting.

Such a warm-hearted man is indeed very interesting.

But......

He said he was quite good at dancing and singing.

Will I think of him when I dance and sing in the future?

Shouldn't.

She hailed a taxi, rested her head against the car window, and took out the note.

Be happy...you're such a joy to be around.

The scenery outside the window began to recede.

Park Chae-young looked at her blurry face reflected in the car window and smiled.

That's right, I want to be a cheerful person.