Jealous • A Bang Chan FF

Chapter Eleven: Aftermath

~ YUJIN'S POV ~

"What the hell?" I hear a familiar voice. I blinked, groggy and still half out of it, recognizing the voice immediately—Changbin. Who was very much hungover.

Fuck, I don't remember a thing from last night.

I turned my head to see him standing in the doorway, his eyes wide, taking in the sight of me and Chan in bed together. I was lying against Chan, his arm casually draped over me like it was no big deal. Changbin's gaze immediately dropped to the floor, where my shorts and underwear were just lying there.

"Changbin, wait—" I started to say, sitting up quickly. My head spun a little from the sudden movement, but I tried to shake it off. I don't really know how to explain what I don't remember.

"Did you guys..." His eyes flickered between me and Chan, trying to piece it together

"We're not doing anything," Chan said calmly, sitting up beside me. "Yujin rested here because she was drunk and all alone."

I felt sick to my stomach. What the hell did that mean? Rested here? My fucking underwear is on the floor. He did something.

Changbin wasn't buying it, and, neither was I. But Chan wasn't the type to do something like that, was he?

Changbin raised an eyebrow. "And you thought the best place for her to 'rest' was in your bed?" He crossed his arms. "You undressed her. And Chan, we were all drunk last night, so if you touched her, I swear to God—"

I leaned over to whisper to Chan, "Did we...?" My heart pounded in my chest as I looked at him, praying that the answer would be no.

"No we didn't fuck." he says looking down.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." I say, shocked as I quickly get up and out of his sheets and scrambling to grab my clothes off the floor and pulling them on as fast as I could, making sure Changbin wasn't looking.
My heart was racing, and I felt like I could throw up.

"Listen, listen. We didn't have sex I swear..." he trails off.

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "What did we do then?"

He looked away, clearly uncomfortable. "We didn't... like, go all the way. But yeah, something happened." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. "I should've stopped it, but you... you really didn't want me to."

My heart dropped. "So you didn't stop me at all?" My voice was barely a whisper now, and I could feel the panic rising in my chest.

"I tried to, I swear," Chan said quickly, his voice filled with regret. "But you were... I don't know, you were really persistent, and I... I wasn't exactly thinking straight either."

Changbin's face turned red, pure rage boiling up. "What the fuck, Chan?!" he practically yelled. "She was drunk! You should've known better!"

"I know! I fucked up, okay?" Chan ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn up. "I wasn't trying to take advantage, I swear."

I stood there, my mind spinning. This was the last thing I expected to wake up to, and now I felt so damn stupid. "I need to go," I muttered, pushing past Changbin, not wanting to be in that room any longer.

Changbin followed behind me.

"Yujin, wait—" Chan called after me, but I was already out the door, not looking back. I stormed out of Chan's room, my feet moving on autopilot as I headed straight to my own.