The place is dark as always. The lights are turned off, and in their place are neon lights that look like if they either want to leave you blind or confuse you. The music is too loud, even for a party. The people look too busy kissing each other on the couches to notice. Typical surreal ambient of parties that I hate.

I cross the front part of the place and I follow Hyerin close. The last time I didn't, I ended up getting lost, and I can assure you that I wasn't nice. The security guard looked at me badly and I was really nervous trying to explain who I was or who I was looking for. It was not nice at all.

We go into the back, crossing a pair of curtains and then a heavy door in the center. I've come here enough times to know what to do, but Hyerin is always in the front.

The place is somewhat illegal, because if you want to get into the second door, you have to know a code. I remember it, but I'm not interested in knowing it.

Hyerin types in the code, and the door opens.

The ambient changes radically when we walk into a room filled with people screaming and drinking. The air is more dense, and the people are different from the other site. Everything here seems more dark and sinister, it even makes you want to go back to that room where all the people were kissing.

Hyerin gives me a signal and I hurry behind her. She walks to the bar of the place and smiles at a man there.

"Hyerin!" He greets her.

"Hi, Namjoon." My friend responds, leaning in towards him. "What do we have today?"

He laughs.

"Well today we have a complicated day, Rin-Rin."

I try to hold back my laughter and Hyerin gives me an irritated look. She hated being called that, since she says that it sounds like they're referring her to a "hip hop singer with little style".

She looks at Namjoon again.

"What do you mean by complicated?"

"You see, today Jungkook and Jin will fight, so..."

"I have to bet on Jin, I know." She says rolling her eyes.

Namjoon sighs.

"Today is not a close bet, believe me."

"What do you propose?" My anguished friend asks.

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Leave it to luck."

"Tell me you're not being serious." Hyerin says with an authoritative tone.

"Jin always wins, but Jungkook has never fought him, and he's undefeated." He says worried. "We have to think things through."

I get away from the conversation a bit and look both ways. I've had to go to the bathroom since we left home, but Hyerin didn't let me go.

I turn slowly and start to walk in the direction of what could be my favorite place in the world.

I open the door of the bathroom and get into a cubicle. I needed to do this with urgency, but I know that Hyerin will kill me later. I always escape from her and: either I lock myself in the bathroom, or I go up to the terrace of the place, which has a better view of the city.

The door of the cubicle next to me opens with a big rumble, and then followed by a sound of some earrings. The sound that comes from the other side disgusts me.

I frown worried, and I get out of the bathroom, fixing my dress.

I tilt my head to the side and see a girl throwing up into the toilet. I look away trying to control my disgust and I hide in my cubicle again, but when the sound repeats, I can't help it. If it was me, I would like someone to worry about me and help me.

I look into the stall again towards the girl and clear my throat. Instantly, she turns around and looks at me embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" I ask, nervous.

She nods.

"Yes, it's just that-"

She moves her head back into the toilet again and throws up a bit more. I take a breath in, trying to control my disgust and I get a bit closer to her.

"Do you need help?"

I place myself next to her carefully.

The girl lifts up her hand and flushes the toilet. Her eyes observe me and then she suddenly starts to cry. I stay there unable to move, not knowing what to do.

"I'm pregnant." She says in between sobs. "And if Namjoon finds out, he'll fire me."

I shake my head.

"He doesn't have to know yet..."

Her cry doesn't cease. She throws up again, but this time I hold her hair back. I know she's not throwing up because of alcohol, and I suppose she wishes it was that.

"You..." She says coughing. "I need you to help me."

I shake my head confused.

"I don't know what-"

"You have to do this for me today." She signals towards a piece of cardboard that's next to her. "Tell Namjoon that I'm not feeling well."

"Wait, you're..."

"You just have to walk through the boxing ring and have everyone look at the cardboard." She says, crying. "Please..."

I don't understand how I got into this. I feel bad for this girl, but I also don't have the confidence to walk through that place where everyone will be looking at me. I've never felt comfortable when people look at me.

I sigh defeated and I nod.

"Okay, I'll do it."

A smile extends on her devastated face.

"My name is Jen, by the way."

"I'm Areum." I say, smiling. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Jen."

"I would've liked it to be on a better occasion." She whispers embarrassed.

I shrug my shoulders.

"Believe me, strangers have also held my hair back while I threw up at a club."

"Really?"

"Yes, well, it was because of being drunk... but yes." I lie.

I feel bad for lying to her, but that seems to relieve her a certain way. She's pregnant, yes, but that doesn't make her a bad person.

Jen laughs.

"Wow, you don't seem like one of them."

"Them?" I frown.

"You know, girls like me." She says with naturalness.

I want to tell her that things aren't like that, but I don't know her. I have no idea who she is.

Jen continues throwing up and I stand up from my place.

I have to talk to Hyerin, and fast.