All Grown Up

Nine

"Are you sure, Chan?" Mingyu's voice asked over the phone and I sighed.

"Yeah, I-I'm sure. I have to do my homework anyway and you have class! I can't ask you to skip just because I got a little upset last night!" I said and finally reached the door to our apartment.

"Okay, well, just call me if you need me. Please?" He begged and I grinned as I slipped my key into the lock.

"I will, Gyu." I promised and sighed, getting off the phone with him before I went into my apartment. I didn't bother to call out, since Seungcheol was supposed to be at class right now. Instead, I pulled my shoes off and hung up my jacket, going towards my room. Only to stop as I saw Seungcheol in the kitchen, his tongue down that girl's throat.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat and Seungcheol jumped back, looking at me now with wide eyes. That's when I saw it, saw them! Hickeys all over his chest and neck, on her neck, his t-shirt hanging over her frame, the sleep pants he wore, the fucked out look of their hair, the... the obvious signs of sex.

"Ch-Chan! I-I thought-"

"I thought you had class!" I spit and he looked so confused by my attitude, but I didn't have it in me to bother with him right now. I looked at the girl then scoffed, something about her just rubbing me so fucking wrong.

"I've got headphones, so don't bother being polite! You haven't so far!" I snapped and went to my room, slamming the door shut. Except I forgot to move my finger, so I slammed the door on my finger.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" I screamed and ripped the door open, freeing my finger and gripping my hand as I tried not to scream in pain and Seungcheol suddenly appeared at my side.

"Let me see, Chan! Chan, let me look!" He rushed and grabbed my wrist, but I shoved his chest and he stumbled back as I cradled my injured hand to my chest.

"I'm fucking fine, Seungcheol!" I yelled and watched his brows pitch together as I took deep breaths and grabbed my phone, quickly calling Jisoo.

"Chan?" He answered and I sniffled.

"I-I need you to come get me! I just slammed my finger in the door and I-I don't if I broke it or not!" I managed and heard Jisoo grabbing his keys.

"Be there in thirty minutes! Just hang tight, okay?! And put some ice on it for now!" He urged and I hummed, hanging up.

"I can take you, Chan-"

"You've got company!" I shoved past Seungcheol and went to the kitchen, glaring at the girl as she smirked at me, sitting at the table and eating from my Pokémon bowl with my Pikachu spoon.

"That's my bowl!" I spit and she looked down as Seungcheol came in.

"It's just a bowl-"

"It's my bowl!" I argued and the girl looked at me confused, playing innocent now.

"Chan, it's just a fucking bowl!" Seungcheol cut in and I turned to glare at him, seeing he looked so... so mad!

"But it-it's my bowl! That's my Pokémon bowl and my Pikachu spoon! It-it's my bowl!" I cried and he scoffed.

"A bowl is a bowl, Chan! She can use it!" He said and sighed.

"I don't know what your deal is today, but I'm done with this attitude! Knock it off, Chan!" He cut off the conversation and I shook my head, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer before I glared at him.

"Fuck you, Choi Seung Cheol!" I snarled and had the glorious pleasure of watching his eyes widen as he paled for a moment before he went to yell at me, but I shoved past him and went to the foyer.