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"Don't worry, Chaejin, I'm sure it wasn't that bad."
Chaejin had gone through the rest of the day completely mortified. So much so that she didn't speak another word until she got home, and even forgot to track down Chanyeol so that she could angrily squeeze him to death with the wrath of a thousand... things that had a lot of wrath. Like a lion, or a tiger–
Anyway, fact of the matter is that she forgot to murder Chanyeol.
Now she sat in her room, her bedsheet wrapped around her, as she sobbed grossly, hiccuping every now and then. Haneul was sitting next to her, her eyebrows creased in worry as she rubbed her back soothingly.
Although, it couldn't have been that soothing, considering Chaejin was still crying like a fool.
"No, Haneul, you don't understand!" Chaejin wheezed out, a downpour flowing forth from her eyes. If she cried any harder, her head would probably explode. "I fell right in front of him! I unintentionally mooned him and twenty other people!"
Haneul pat her shoulder. "If it makes you feel any better, Jongdae told me that only half of your ass was out–"
"Jongdae was there?" Chaejin shrieked, her voice sounding raw.
Kim Jongdae, one of the guys on the male soccer team, had a nasty case of talkitis. In other words, he just didn't know when, nor how, to shut the fuck up. This fact, and this fact alone, made Chaejin let out a high pitched cry as she began to sob even harder.
Somehow, contrary to the previous statement, her head did not explode. It was the work of a miracle, really.
As a knock suddenly sounded at her closed room door, Chaejin quickly used the bedsheet as a makeshift hiding spot, as she pulled it over her whole body and hid under it. "Tell them I died. R.I.P Han Chaejin."
"I can hear you, you ain't dead," said a male voice from the other side of the door. Chaejin just screeched in annoyance.
Haneul got up from her spot on the bed, rolling her eyes. "You're being way too overdramatic," she said, stepping closer to the door before swing it open. Sehun was leaning on the wall, a plate of cookies in one hand and his phone, which he was looking at, in the other. He entered the room immediately, giving Haneul a nod of acknowledgement before setting the plate on the bedside table.
"Mom said that I should give these to you and check on how you're doing— oh shit!" Sehun suddenly jumped as Chaejin stuck her head out from underneath the sheet, her eyes and face red and blotchy and her face stained with tears both wet and dry. "You look like The Thing from Fantastic Four. No, no, wait. You look like a squished up watermelon."
