You Can Paint Me

Chapter 15

Well... I don't know if you are aware of physiology and the metabolism of teenage boys.
And specifically, I don't know if you are aware of the digestive system of teenage boys, that have run as if they were chased by zombies on an Apocalypse.

Because...

They eat... a LOT.

And if you don't give them food as soon as possible, they'll probably gonna eat you. Starting off with your limbs and continuing on to the rest of your body.

So, you can understand that after the work-out the boys did in the stadium, we had to go get some lunch.

Which, mind you, was very unhealthy and all the calories they burnt today, were regained after getting McDonald's.

Poor thing Changbin tried to explain that to Jisung and especially Jeongin. My heart pitied him, because he was practically yelling at them that all the hard work they did, would go to waste after eating junk food.

But, despite all his lecturing, the boys of course, did not listen. Changbin couldn't even make them get a salad, as they did not dare to negotiate for their food.
So Changbin silently zipped his lips and said nothing after that.

And now we are all seated down in a huge table, that surprisingly, fits us all.
You can imagine the situation going on right now, right?
I mean, we are nine people, who the five of us are ready to eat the chairs if they don't get their orders soon. And these five people, of course, are none other than the 5 hungry wolves Jeongin, Jisung, Minho, Chris and Hyunjin.
Despite all the work out, Changbin could compose himself well enough and behave normally. Unlike the rest, who you could practically see them drooling and howling like some starved, stray animals.

This is so embarrassing, I'm telling you. The whole store is looking at us. I'm trying my best to hide my face with my hair and not look at the weird gazes the customers give us. Mia is practically banging her head on the table like a maniac. Because, apparently, she has a headache from all this chaos going on and so do I.

I'm so done with my life at this point. I can feel the migraine building up in me and there's nothing I can do about it.
I'm just furiously rubbing my temples to try and ease a little bit of the pain.
And I've been having a headache since when we were on the stadium. Probably I was sunstroke. The sun was above me the whole time and I wasn't even wearing a cap.

I was too occupied with cheerlea-

"Oh dear strawberries....", I joined Mia on the table and started banging aggressively my head as well.

"Girl, you okay?", Ava that sat beside me, patted my back concerned.

"Yeah, perfectly fine.", I raised my head and gave her a forced smile.
"Just... let me erase these memories first, for a sec.", I swiftly lowered my head again and continued, with twice as much force, to bang my head on the table.
I was desperate to forget what happened in the stadium an hour ago. Heck, at this point I don't care if I get amnesia.

I. Just. Need. To. Erase. These. Memories. Right. Now.