not his type [completed] ➷b.bh

thirteen.

thirteen.

bae joohyun

"Joohyun, you idiot!" Above my bed stood Sooyoung, who somehow entered my house, with an angry look on her face.

I might've fell asleep after school for an unexplainable amount of time. Which was meant to be for getting ready for the wretched party. Sooyoung sent calls after calls to see if I was ready, but knowing me for years, she knew I was probably sleeping.

"The party starts at eight. It's seven thirty!" She screamed annoyingly. She looked really pretty. Wearing her colorful hair in ringlet curls, she wore a maroon velvet texture shirt with a black pleated skirt. And I was shocked when I saw she was wearing stilettos. Sooyoung hated heels! Obviously she wanted to please Sungjae, her crush.

She pulled me from my collar and dragged me into my bathroom. "Get ready now! I was meant to get driven by Sungjae! He was picking me up. But because of your stupid ass, I'm here being your mother!"

I felt bad for her. Because of me, she wasn't going to have her crush pick her up from her house. But she didn't even live far.

"Sooyoung, go home! I'll get ready on my own, okay?" I shouted out from the bathroom.

"Are you sure?" She really wanted to go, I heard the happiness in her voice.

"Yes! A hundred percent. Leave my premises, please."

She chuckled before bounding out of the room. I heard her go down because of the monster heels on her shoes.

Quickly, I washed my tired face and applied some light makeup. When I looked presentable enough, I ran out of the bathroom to put on my outfit. Black skinny ripped jeans and a cute blouse. I left my boring black hair out in its flowing glory.

I heard the doorbell ring. Kyungsoo. I speedily put on my black booties and ran downstairs to open the door. But trouble got me before I could. I heard footsteps, seeing Baekhyun.

He looked me up and down with widened eyes. "Wow, you look like you're about to enjoy this party. Is that Kyungsoo?"

I nodded and he made a face. I turned around to open the door and avoid more awkwardness. There Kyungsoo was, wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a printed sweater. He gave me a smile.

"You look nice, Joohyun. Different to what you usually wear."

I rolled my eyes. "What do I usually wear?"

"Um, girly things. Let's just go. Okay?"

We walked to his car together before getting in and driving to this party. When we got to the house, it was already buzzing with people entering and dancing. My first teenage proper party.

I wasn't very familiar on what happened during parties, so I stood there with no motion.

"D'you want a drink?" Kyungsoo asked me, and I nodded.

"What kind of drink exactly?"

"I know you don't drink, Joohyun. I'll get you a lemonade."

Lemonade's good. I looove lemonade. But knowing parties, there's always that idiot who spikes everything.

On one corner, I saw Sooyoung's back. When I squinted well enough to suss out what was happening, I cringed. She was already super close to Sungjae. And I was disgusted. Couldn't they keep their saliva to themselves? In their own mouths?