Page 68 of A World of our Own

“Let’s go again tomorrow! Day two, let’s go! Woo!” She burped quietly behind her hands. “‘Scuse me.”

“Text me when you get home!” I ordered her sternly.

“Yes, mom,” she replied, and dissolved into giggles.

I rolled my eyes and closed the door.

“Ow,” I heard her muffled groan, and I snickered.

A moment later the cab pulled away and I headed towards the back of the venue to get a ride with the crew to the hotel.

Once I was settled in the van, crew all around me slumped in their seats, tired and quiet, I pulled my phone out. There was a message waiting for me from Jihoon. At this point I wasn’t even surprised anymore.

Joon

Did Becka enjoy her first GVibes concert? I know Woojin worked extra hard tonight.

[Sent 23:58]

And you? Did you work extra hard?

The typing bubble appeared immediately.

Joon

Not for Becka.

[Sent 23:59]

I slapped my phone to my chest, sliding down in my seat and pinching my lips tightly together. It was at least a couple minutes before I was able to compose myself.

Well, whatever the reason, I’m sure the fans in the pit enjoyed the performance of Work Harder.

I squeezed my eyes shut as my toes curled. The choreography for Work Harder was much admired for its hip thrusts.

Joon

Did you?

[Sent 00:02]

I stared at the message for so long the screen dimmed.

I wasn’t close enough to see.

Joon

We can amend that.

[Sent 00:04]

I inhaled sharply, though whether in shock, or delight, or amusement or some amalgamation of them all, I couldn’t tell through the haze of Champagne bubbles in my bloodstream.