not his type [completed] ➷b.bh

six.

six.

bae joohyun

My alarm clock buzzed extremely loudly, sending high pitched currents into my vulnerable ears. I knew that alarm. It was for school.

It took me a whole half hour to get everything ready for school. And even then I haven't even eaten breakfast. Which is a must. I was eating some simple buttered toast, just waiting for the retched doorbell to ring to indicate Hyejin arrived.

"Hi," I turned my head to see Baekhyun walk downstairs and give me an awkward wave. He took an apple from the fruit bowl. I looked at him in shock. "What? I'm just not hungry."

"Not judging you," I replied quietly and put my attention back to the toast. Then the doorbell rung.

Baekhyun frowned. "Who's that?"

I ignored him and wanted him to see who it was for himself. I opened the door seeing the most excited smile on Hyejin's face. She pushed past me and entered the house.

"Hi guys!" She squealed in happiness. Her eyes wavered over Baekhyun, not looking away from him once. "How you doin'?"

"Could be better," Baekhyun sarcastically answered. His lips were in a thin line as he studied her.

"Shall we leave to go to school now?" Hyejin didn't even wait for our reply as she charged out of the room and into the garage.

"Her?! Why does she have to be in our school?" Baekhyun hissed to me. I shrugged my shoulders, amused at his response.

"Don't know. I feel the same way." I took my bag and skipped out of the house.

Time for torture.

"Hey, I think I'd like to drive today," I mused while standing outside Baekhyun's most stylish car. A matte black Ferrari. Rich kids.

"Hm? Not using that car. That's my favorite one," he argued once he left the house. "And anyways, girls can't drive."

Hyejin's fists clenched. "Who made that bullshit?" Oh yeah, forgot to mention. Hyejin's quite a feminist.

"Doesn't matter who, still is true." Baekhyun shrugged.

"Give Joohyun the keys, now!" Hyejin looked pretty angry. She began intimidating him harshly.

"Whatever," he dug into his bag, where he stupidly keeps keys for all cars, and thrust the keys at me. "Don't scratch it. Seriously."

"Not making any promises," I sung, stopping when I saw his face. "I'm kidding, okay?"

I unlocked the car doors and entered the front seat. The passenger door opened and Baekhyun was about to sit down, not before I placed my bag on the seat.

"My bag comes first, sorry. Why don't you join Hyejin at the back?" I winked, watching his face redden slightly.

"You're not going to win this," he threatened as he closed the passenger door and sat at the back seat. Throughout the ride, thank you to mirrors, I watched Hyejin advance on the squirming Baekhyun, and drove with a smug smirk on my face.

Once the car edged into a parking space, Baekhyun disappeared. I swaggered into the school, an excited Hyejin at tow. It wasn't hard to find my three friends who looked awfully awkward.

"Hi guys," I still felt extremely foreign remembering what happened on that truth or dare night.

"Hey," Sooyoung replied just as quietly. "Who's this?"