DRABBLES AND SERIES [ jinbyul ]

drabble ten

drabble ten: there's always a reason why you need to ask before assuming things.

rated m for kinda offensive shit, sensitive jokes, and weird humor, and... very NOSY members + CRINGE

"this is what happens when you drink too much."

byulyi was staring off the space, arms completely crossed while the three of her members were practicing diligently.

laughing out loud, wheein waves her hand in front of byulyi, whispering. "she's really not responding!" hyejin commented, gasping at how lifeless byulyi all of a sudden right after the new year's party last night.

"fuck..."

it was byulyi's first words, arms crossed while gulping.

"what's wrong?" yongsun asks, the three kept on invading her personal space, completely confused at how silent she turns into all of a sudden. byulyi shakes her head slowly, murmuring. "just... thinking of something..." she laughs nervously, her other hand dropping on her navel.

"is it the time of the month?" hyejin chuckled, as byulyi obliviously whispers.

"well yeah." she caresses her tummy, while the three weren't able to pick it up.

"what if it's not..." byulyi cracks a weird grimace all of a sudden.

"what do you mean by that?" wheein nonchalantly stood up, heading to turn the speaker off in the other side.

upon their continuous interrogation at the oddly silent byulyi, they found no traces of the reason.

until her phone rang.

the three looks down at the screen lighting up, alarmed.

snapping, byulyi stood up all of a sudden after seeing the glimpse of messenger, whispering. "i'll be back." she quickly ran out from the room, leaving the three dumbfounded.

"mwoya..." yongsun speaks, looking at the door way left opened by the rapper.

"what's wrong with her?" hyejin frowns softly, murmuring. "did she fight with jin-oppa?"

"ey, they were so cozy last night. it's impossible." wheein commented, puckering her lips. "he even slept at her apartment after the party, why would you think that they fought?"

"ah geure?" yongsun nodded, whispering. "why is she acting so weird though...?"

byulyi sure knows why.

but she wasn't well sober as soon as she woke up from the bed.

when she reached the comfort room to check on the message, she whispers softly. "why can't my sister pick up the damn phone?" she grunted, shoving her palm into her face sitting into the toilet inside a cubicle to read through the text.

then she gasps.

"fuck."

jinnie
i can't find it.

she shakily tried to type to reply, murmuring. "that's impossible, it should've been just anywhere." she hisses, typing once more.

byulie
i'm sure it's somewhere there.

jinnie
i'm dead serious, byul.

byulie
you're not kidding?

she whimpers, sinking down the tiled floor while laughing hysterically. "is he kidding me, or not?" her lips trembled, scrolling on her lock to call him. it took her a few seconds to hear the ringing, until seokjin answered.