First Snow.

Your behavior is so... (Chapter 11)

The room fell awkwardly silent as I.N let out an audible gasp with his hand across his chest. He was clutching onto himself wide-eyed like he was watching the climax of an overly dramatic soap opera. We all looked towards him in response. "Ooooh, so that's what you two were whispering about this morning!" I.N said towards Minho and Han while making a relieved face as if he had finally put all the pieces of the puzzle together. Minho tapped his fingers aggressively on the floor while Han scrunched his lips and shook his head. Trying to help I.N into becoming aware to the serious situation in front of him as he caught on and apologized, tucking his head down. I looked away from them, back to face Changbin with a confused expression and then towards Chan. "Wait- Why would you think we had sex?" I asked Chan in a high-pitched tone. "I have a boyfriend and we have only just met. Is that what you think of me?" I started to get really pissed off myself. "I don't understand why you would assume that anyway. Can you clue me in?" Chan didn't respond, instead he just looked down at the ground ashamed and embarassed, eyes a bit watery as if he were about to let a tear slip out.

Changbin shifted in frustration. "I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable but I think it's because your hair is all messy and it looks like you are not wearing any pants. That shirt is too big for you so it's hiding your shorts. Not to mention that's not even your shirt. That's my shirt I was wearing yesterday." Changbin explained to me while still looking down at me with his fighting eyes. "That would explain why these immature children would assume such perverted thoughts. Which, to make it clear to everyone, did not happen. Why are you wearing my shirt anyways? I was looking for it everywhere." He still had a firm grip on my wrist when my face started to flush red with embarrassment. My heart was beating out of my chest as I looked down and noticed that Bin was right. It looked like I was parading around the house wearing nothing but his black Versace T-shirt all morning. How could I not have noticed that it smelled like Changbin's cologne? When I looked back up at Changbin he was looking down at me as well. He noticed me glaring at him and he cleared his throat again. His face relaxed but his pupils were still big and dark from confrontation. He licked his lips as my breath hitched in my chest a little bit. I became aware that he was still holding onto my wrist and I yanked my arm away from him angrily and looked at both him and Chan in disappointment.

"I didn't even realize I was wearing 'your' shirt. I woke up in the middle of the night and went to change in the 'bathroom' because I got hot in my sleep. I just grabbed whatever clothes I could find since it was dark." I said while looking at the ground and throwing my hand up in defeat. "You are right about one thing. You too are an immature child for trying to start a fight in my home. Not to mention scaring all of your friends while you're at it." I hastily looked at Chan, "And you! I can't even find the words to say to you right now." I ran my hand down my face and started walking off to the bedroom before turning around to face the room. "To everyone else, I know we just met but I really thought I knew you guys. I'm not going to make you leave because that's not the kind of person I am. But talking and laughing about me behind my back when I've been nothing but kind to you. I'm really disappointed." I turned back around to face Chan and Bin before heading off to my room. They both looked guilty but that wasn't on me. Changbin reached out for me but I weaved around him and walked down the hallway. I went into my bedroom where I shut the door and locked it.

I needed to be alone right now. The living room was still silent on my way to the bedroom when Chan called my name in an apologetic tone. I didn't respond to that either. Instead, I went into my master bathroom, pulled back my shower curtain and turned on the water waiting for it to get hot enough to drown the offense and hurt now covering my body like a layer of foul smelling lotion. Once I found the perfect temperature I took off Changbin's shirt, my pajamas shorts, panties, and sports bra. I grabbed Changbin's shirt, just holding it in my hands angrily and scoffed. I threw the shirt onto the bathroom shelf and the rest of the clothes into my hamper. I carefully got into the shower, letting the hot water pour over me to wash away this morning. I turned on my shower stereo to some Radiohead and drowned out any noise that I would overhear from the other rooms of the house. I would never put someone out into the cold. Although, them fighting like that in my house royally pissed me off. I just couldn't bare to face them right now. Not only was I mad and offended but I was hurt. I was hurting because Chan thought I slept with Changbin when I have a boyfriend and we had only just met. I was hurting because the others had assumed the same about me. I was hurting because the guys had been whispering and laughing about ME all morning. I was embarassed because they all thought that I actually did have sex with Changbin and because Changbin announced to the room that it looked like I was 'fucked' as he worded it. Like, what the hell is going on? I was just sleeping and had planned on having a great day after the delicious breakfast Felix made us. At least there was Felix. He seems to have his head screwed on straight. Him, Seungmin, I.N, and Hyunjin did nothing wrong at least, and I wasn't really mad at Han or Minho. I was just more uncomfortable than anything about their snickering. I felt like I was that nobody again that the mean girls talked shit about quietly behind your back. But Chan and Changbin, they really got under my skin. I suppose that I'm just going to have to try and avoid them while they are here. Although, that is going to be extremely hard to do when the 9 of us are crammed into this house. Fucking snow. Fuck you snow. Why was Chan so pissed off thinking Bin and I slept together anyways? It's none of his business what I do or don't do with anyone.