Hold Me Tight (ON-GOING & EDITING)

thirteen: undergarment

SUZY

"He's engaged!?" Jennie almost spat out the water she drank and looked horrified the moment I told her about Baekhyun's bomb.

After he dropped a bomb in the middle of dinner, I finished my food and thanked him for the meal. He tried to stop me from leaving since I went to the mall in his car. However, I figured out a way to exit the scene without riding back with him again.

"I'm so glad I rented a car! Imagine how many surprises he has in stock if you rode the same car again." Jennie lets out a sigh of relief.

After that moment, I was shocked, of course. Nothing could have ever prepared me from what I have just heard. It's not that I still had feelings for him. It's the fact that he was engaged, yet he was acting like he wasn't.

"Yeah, I'm glad, too," Kyungsoo said in a lower tone. I noticed that he didn't look at me ever since I told them what Baekhyun told me.

"I'm going to buy drinks. This news calls for alcohol in our system," Jennie grabbed her wallet inside her bag and quickly went out.

Kyungsoo and I were left alone in silence. I could sense his aura from here. I was sitting on the bed while he was looking out the window and was leaning on the couch.

"Kyungsoo, what's wrong?" I asked out of confusion. I know he's upset. I just can't pinpoint why.

He still didn't look at me. "I can't believe you went out with Baekhyun," He scoffed and turned his gaze on the ground.

I looked at him, appalled. "He dragged me there. He was so persistent. What was I supposed to do?"

"Say no? Decline?" He said sarcastically as he crossed his arms, and by this time, he turned to me. I saw how dark his eyes were.

Kyungsoo scares me when he's upset because I can literally tell through his eyes.

"If I said no, he'd think I still haven't moved on from him." I reasoned out. It was slightly the truth. I don't know the answer as to why I didn't decline when I loathe him.

"Maybe you haven't," Kyungsoo said with a monotonous tone and expression.

My jaw dropped, and I scoffed. "What did you say?"

"I said maybe you still have feelings for the guy who wrecked you," Kyungsoo emphasized.

I honestly do not know where this is all coming from.

"I don't have feelings for him. I have Sehun. Are you saying that I'm a cheater?" I asked with my blood boiling inside me. I was getting mad at how unreasonable he is, that he started an argument out of nowhere.

"I'm saying that as a doctor, you have the worst eyesight. You're blind." He said.

I looked at him, confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't be too naïve, is all I'm asking." He ran his hands up his hair and sighed. He, then, sat on the couch next to me and leaned.

"I don't know where this is all coming from." I bit my lip.

"Why do I feel like you're not telling me something?" I added, with my anxiety increasing every minute he looks at me.

"I could say the same thing to you." His stare didn't leave my eyes.

"I'm not hiding something. Are you?"

"Nope." He said shortly.

"Come on, Kyungsoo! I know you didn't just fire up an argument without any reason." I whined.

"I'm honestly surprised how you became a doctor." He joked, allowing me to finally breathe out from anxiousness.

"Kyungsoo, please," I said quietly and seriously.

He noticed my tone and sighed. "I can't say anything yet. I'll need more time to confirm my speculations. It'd be good if I were wrong this time."

Speculations? What kind of speculations does he have? And why is he not telling me? I think it's about me because he would've spilled it if it didn't involve me.

Just when I was about to speak again, Jennie barged in the room with her hands full of drinks. A few people followed her inside the room and were so loud; I didn't notice Kyungsoo left the room already.

"Why did Kyungsoo leave?" I heard Jongin asked Jennie. Jennie looked at me, and I moved my head sideways.

I don't know.

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NEXT MORNING

It was seven in the morning. I slept in Jennie's room because I didn't have the strength to bring myself up after I chugged bottles of alcohol last night.

I held my head as I sat up on the bed. My eyes were still blurry, but I could see the mess that we left last night. Bottles on the floor opened chips lying on the ground with the food scattered everywhere. It was a total mess, and I don't know how I fell asleep.

I looked to my side and saw Jennie sleeping soundly while hugging a pillow. I pulled the blanket and tucked her nicely.

I know I can't leave the room without cleaning it, so I cleaned it before deciding to go back to our room. I can't hide forever. I needed some alone time for myself anyway.

I walked a few feet away from Jennie's room to face the door to Sehun and I's room. I had an extra keycard with me, so it's good that I didn't have to wake him up this early to open the door.

I tapped the keycard on the door and slowly opened it.

I made my way to the hallway and was shocked at what I saw when I entered the bedroom.

"Sehun," I muttered under my breath.

He looked distraught. Like he had been crying all night. His expression changed when he saw me and ran up to hug me.

I jumped at how strong he swung himself to me. He's a tall person, so I'd easily be crushed if he had the chance to do so.

His hug tightened, and I could hear him gasping for breath. I pulled away to look at him, and he was crying. His eyes were red.

My eyes widened, and I quickly put my hand up to his face and wiped his tears using my thumb.

"Why?" I asked.

He gasped for his breath before talking. "I – couldn't – find you." He managed to let out his sentence despite stopping every second to catch his breath.

I felt guilty. So he was looking for me all night, last night. And while he was so worried, I was chugging down bottles of alcohol as if it was bottled water.

"I'm sorry," I exhaled.

"I didn't know you were looking for me. I didn't have my phone, and I thought we both needed space after what happened," I explained while still wiping his tears with my thumb.

I moved over to the side to let him sit down on the bed. He buried his face in my chest and tried to calm himself.

I comforted him. It was all I could do because I was so guilty.

"I'm sorry." He said clearly. His voice is now calmer.

While I was stroking the back of his neck, I noticed an undergarment under the couch, where he was sitting when I entered.

"I don't think you are," I replied quietly, not knowing how to confront the situation.