Pick me | Wanna One

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"Where were you during lunch?" Youngji asked.

"Don't worry about it, I just wasn't feeling hungry and I decided to not go to the cafeteria." I say.

"You could have just not eaten but still gone to the cafeteria. We were worried when you didn't show up. We thought something bad might have happened to you." Sewoon says.

"I'm sorry for worrying you two." I say.

"It's okay. Well, wanna come over to my house today?" Youngji asks.

"Sure." Sewoon and I say.

"Okay, let's wait for my brother then walk home together." She says. As soon as we find Jinyoung the four of us walk home together.

"So, does my sister still like Daehwi or is she over him yet?" Jinyoung asks me.

"She still likes him." I say.

"Why? Well, he doesn't like her so she should just give up." He says.

"You shouldn't be telling me this, you should be telling her." I say gesturing towards Youngji.

"I don't want to get involved with her when it comes to that, especially since he is one of my friends. He told me that he happens to like someone and it definitely isn't Youngji." He says.

"Who does he like?" I ask.

"Not sure, he is giving me clues but I can't guess who though I know it definitely isn't her." He says.

"What if it is?" I ask.

"Then I will need to ask him if he is alright because some of the ways he described his crush is the total opposite of my sister. Like one of his clues was, 'she is quiet when she isn't with friends.' and my sister is loud 24/7." He says.

"What else did he say?" I ask.

"He said, 'she is mean with strangers but nicer to friends.' and my sister is basically nice to everyone." He says.

"That's true, once in a while I see her being mean to people but it is just to Seongwoo's fangirls that come up to me and say mean things to me." I say.

"Oh, they still aren't over the fact that you two dated?" He asks. I sigh.

"Seems so." I say.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that Seongwoo will date someone else eventually and then the fangirls will leave you alone." He says.

"I really hope so. But he hasn't dated anyone since middle school." I say.

"Maybe he is looking for someone unlike his fangirls. But, there are too many of them blocking his way from finding someone. It's really stupid though that they think all the screaming will get him to like them." He says.

"I know. Plus, it's really annoying having to hear them every time he walks into the cafeteria." I say.

"So, today I saw Daehwi in the hallway and he waved at me! I didn't think he knew I existed!" Youngji yells.

"Youngji calm down, it was just a wave, if I wave at you would you freak out this much?!" Sewoon asks.

"No-" She begins.

"Exactly you wouldn't because a wave isn't so significant. So you shouldn't be so happy over a wave. You're just exaggerating." Sewoon says.

"You don't understand. He is my crush so of course I will freak out over anything he does. You wouldn't know because you have never liked anyone." Youngji says as she falls onto her bed.

"Seonmi, am I really clueless or is this really how girls react over crushes or just people in general?" Sewoon asks.

"Well, it also depends on how much the person likes the crush. But, yeah, this is pretty normal especially with someone like Youngji." I say.

"I don't remember you being like this when you liked someone." He says.

"That is because I would more keep my reactions on the inside and also I am not as expressive as Youngji." I tell him.

"Why does Youngji have to be like this?" He questions.

"Because this is how I am!" Youngji yells.

"Well, I guess I'll be going home now." I say.

"Oh, okay. Bye Seonmi!" Jinyoung, Youngji, and their parents say.

"Bye Jinyoung. Bye Youngji. Bye Mr. and Mrs. Bae!" I say as I wave and exit the house. It was sort of dark out but my house wasn't too far away so I just speed walked to my house.

When I got home the living room light was off meaning that Seonho wasn't downstairs. That's okay, I was just planning on going to sleep anyways. I dash upstairs to my room, change out of my uniform, take a shower, brush my teeth, then jump into bed and fall asleep.