✨Gaydar (SF9)✨

Single and Ready To Mingle... With Anyone.

Jaeyoons POV:

 I'm sitting on my bed, reading a book, and waiting for anything interesting to happen. Literally anything at all. I just can't stop thinking about him. He's perfect. He's adorable. He's funny. He everything. He's Inseong.

Inseong is a member in my group, SF9, and he's practically the only thing I think about nowadays. That and how to get him off my mind. I sigh and throw my book down. My roommate, Taeyang, looks over at me and raises his eyebrows. 

"Nothing." I mutter.

"Are you sure it's nothing? You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Yes, I could talk to you.... But you'd never understand" 

He frowns, "But I might, you never know, I do understand a lot."

"Not this," I mutter, "Not this."

Taeyang starts to say something, but I cut him off. "I'm gone out, okay?"

"Okay, but do you want someone to go with you?"

"No, Taeyang. I'm fine going alone." I snap, and leave the room.

I sigh. Why am I being so bitchy today? What's wrong with me?

Then the answer literally walks up to me in the form of brown hair, skinny jeans, and a pretty face. Inseong. Really? Now?

"Hey, Jaeyoon!" He says in that cute, loving, innocent, and totally annoying voice.  I'm trying to run away from this. "For tomorrows interview, I need to know if I should wear this shirt,-" He holds up a soft purple t-shirt, "Or this one." He shows a green long sleeved shirt that will be way too tight for me to be able to focus on anything else if he's wearing it.

"The purple one. We have to wear jackets and I don't want- You don't need to sweat to death." I really just chose it because of how adorable he looks in purple, because obviously I'm a selfish bastard who needs to have Inseong look great, just for me.

"Well, thanks Jaeyoon! Um... Where are you going?"

I sigh. "I'm just going out for a little while. I need to blow off some steam."

"Do you need me to come with you?" He looks at me with so much innocence in his eyes that I just can't be rude. I almost say yes, but I catch myself.

"No thank you, Inseong. I just want to be alone for a few hours." I reply.

"Okay. Feel better soon!" He says, and skips off to where ever.

I rush down the stairs, grab my jacket and car keys, and escape the house.

I sit in my car and groan. Why does Inseong have to be so sweet and innocent and adorable. If he was a bitch, it would make it so much easier to forget my crush on him, if only for a few hours.

I start the car and drive. I drive for about thirty minutes, until I find myself at a bar. I go inside, and find the place to be cozy, and nearly empty. There's not many people in here, and I appreciate that. I don't need to talk to anyone.

I sit at the bar and order a beer. It doesn't take me long to drink that, and order another one. I'm aiming for drunk now. Some random black-haired boy named Hajoon comes up and starts talking to me.

"Trying to get drunk, hey?" He asks.

"Yeah." I reply, ordering another beer. The bartender is starting to look concerned for my health.

"What's your name?" 

"Jaeyoon."

"How about your relationship status?"