not his type [completed] ➷b.bh

twenty-three.

twenty-three.

bae joohyun

"You're going to have to talk to us someday," I heard Sooyoung shout out from the other side of my bedroom in my parent's house.

"No I don't." I was currently sprawled out on my comfortable double poster bed. It was Sunday, two days after the disaster. Sooyoung was panicking when I ran into my parent's home and the whole weekend consisted of all of my friends calling and texting me to ask whether I was okay. But I wanted to forget everything so I ignored all of it.

My parents were even more worried though. They were confused on why I came back home, asking about the house. They phoned home expecting Baekhyun to reply, instead getting a familiar deep voice with the name Park Chanyeol. Turns out he's been sleeping over in my room to keep his best friend company. That's what my mother explained.

The group chat's been hectic. Everyday is another ten million messages from yours truly Chen and Sehun sending voice messages wishing me back home. Kris left the chat claiming they were 'cramping his style' and Tao followed saying the exact same thing. But later begged Minseok, the group admin, to let him back in.

"Let us in," another voice owned by Kyungsoo was heard. He sounded desperate.

"Guys, I don't want to talk to anyone! I have enough embarrassment!" I cried out, hearing more knocks.

"Let us in, we'll listen," now Seulgi chimed in with a soft voice. "We're not leaving."

I knew they wouldn't. So being a tired and annoyed friend, I unlocked my bedroom door. They all came in with the same grave look.

Sooyoung pulled me into a extremely tight hug and I think I felt a tear fall on my shoulder. "Never do this to us again! Two days we've been worrying about you! Two freaking days!"

"Why did you do this?" Seulgi added whilst staring at me glumly. Kyungsoo joined in the hug, patting my back too.

"I was humiliated! Everything went wrong!" I burst out to them. "It's just- I don't even know myself. I'm so confused."

Kyungsoo sighed in the sad atmosphere "Sooyoung called us frantically saying you are holed up in your parent's house for some unknown reason! That you were distressed and left everyone without an answer. Sungjae was worried as heck too."

I gave the teary Sooyoung an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for scaring you that day. I don't even know why I did all that." But deep down inside, I knew.

"You do," Seulgi shook her head in the midst of my apologies. "Joohyun, you're direct. When you're mad, you have a reason. This isn't different, you have a reason! Inside your soul or whatever else, something's up!"

The others agreed mutely and they all gave me a look meaning 'explain-or-we'll-never-leave'.

"Alright, you bunch of nosy idiots," I rolled my eyes, watching their expressions turn to relief. "Basically I was dancing...with Baekhyun-"

"Oh yeah," Sooyoung interrupted excitedly. "It was totes cute!"

"Carrying on! It got really awkward after a while. I just- I don't know, okay? Something happened."

"Like what?" Kyungsoo's eyes narrowed alarmingly.

"Did he say something that went too far, say anything offensive?" Seulgi began questioning me too. I pulled my hair back from my face while shaking my head.