Boiling Point

"Here you go ," I handed Ayumi a can of warm coffee after we left the karaoke bar. She had drunk some alcohol, so she was a bit tipsy. 

"Thank you, Seonsaeng-nim," she responded and took a sip. She looked quite embarrassed at the moment, and I could sense that she wanted to say something. 

It had been a while since I last saw her, so I gave her some time to gather her thoughts first. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice a little bit shaky. 

"For what?" I asked, feeling like it should be me who needed to apologize for neglecting her. 

I had been too busy with my own life, and she was no longer my priority. In a way, it was really ironic. I kept telling myself that she was my favorite girl, but she received the least attention.

Unlike my other harem members, who all lived in luxury with their own fully furnished high-end rooms, cars, allowances, and more, I always treated Ayumi like a regular girl.