Jealous • A Bang Chan FF

Chapter Twelve: Escape

~ YUJIN'S POV ~

I rushed down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest, tears threatening to spill at any second. I just needed to get out of here—away from Seungmin, Felix, Chan... all of it.

As I turned the corner, I nearly collided with someone. My vision was blurry from the tears, but I knew it was Hyunjin from the scent of his cologne, the faint musk he always wore. I mumbled an apology, trying to push past him, but he reached out and gently grabbed my arm.

"Yujin?" His voice was soft, but concerned. "Hey, are you okay?"

I shook my head, not looking at him. I couldn't even make eye contact right now. "I'm fine, Hyunjin. Let go."

He didn't let go of my arm, his grip firm but still gentle. "What happened?"

"Nothing. It's nothing," I said, tugging my arm free, desperate to keep moving.

"Yujin—" he started, his brows knitting together as he took a step forward, but I was already brushing past him, not caring that I was probably being rude.

I couldn't stop. If I stayed and talked to him, I'd break down, and I couldn't do that. Not right now. I didn't need him hating Chan. So I kept walking, my feet moving faster, practically sprinting toward the elevator. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't turn back.

I practically slammed the elevator button, my hands shaking as I waited for the doors to open.

The elevator finally dinged open, and I stepped inside, quickly pressing the button for the lobby. The doors slid shut, and the second they did, I collapsed against the wall, letting out a shaky breath.

~ HYUNJIN'S POV ~

I wanted to follow her, to stop her and ask again, but I knew better. She was shutting everyone out. If I pushed too hard right now, she'd probably just run faster. So, I let her go, even though everything in me was telling me to run after her.

The moment the elevator doors shut, I stood there for a minute, trying to make sense of it. What the hell had happened? Did someone say something? Did she have a fight with one of the guys? My mind was racing, but I couldn't just stand here.

I headed straight up to her floor, hoping someone else would know what the hell was going on because seeing her like that didn't sit right with me at all.

My mind was still stuck on how Yujin looked. She wasn't just upset; she was running from something, and that had me worried. I noticed her door was slightly open, I stepped inside, I saw Seungmin and Felix sitting together. Seungmin looked pissed—his jaw clenched tight, and Felix, well, he looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, stepping inside fully. They both turned to look at me, and the tension in the room hit me like a wall.

Seungmin stood up, running a hand through his hair. "Did you see Yujin?" he asked, his voice low and strained.

"Yeah, she just ran past me," I said. "What happened? She looked like she was about to cry."

Felix sighed, his eyes flicking over to Seungmin before he spoke. "It's about Chan."

"Chan?" My stomach dropped. "What do you mean? What does Chan have to do with this?"

Seungmin's face darkened, and Felix looked down at his hands like he didn't know how to explain it. "She was with him last night," Seungmin said, his voice sharp. "Drunk. She doesn't remember what happened, but she woke up in his bed with her clothes on the floor."

My heart skipped a beat. "Wait, what?" I felt a rush of confusion and anger all at once. "Chan did that?

Chan? The guy who's everyone's safe space? I couldn't picture him letting things go that far. But then again, if Yujin was drunk and he didn't stop her...