hateful? hurtful.

七

seven. sneezes.
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You stared at your phone in complete shock.

Your apartment was no where near to being able to host someone, at least at this current moment.

There were 7 boys over, currently stuffing their mouths in the junkfood your apartment had to offer.

However you couldn't decline Dowoon since in reality, he couldn't stay at his own home.

So quickly you replied to his message.

Y/N;
yeah, definitely, i have some company
over though now, i hope you dont mind.
and yes, xxxx is where i live.

You took in a breath and bit your thumb glaring at your phone while gaining the attention of the boys and Somin from across the room.

And of course they had noticed your shocked expression.

"Y/n, why do you look so- nervous?" Somin asked, stuffing a handful of candy into her mouth.

Before you could reply the ding of your phone went off, and you quickly took a glance at it.

Dowoon;
yeah, no problem.
i think you're forgetting i
live with jae afterall. lmao
i'll be there in 10 minutes.

So Dowoon was fine with the situation, but your apartment was not- and neither were you.

You set your phone face down on the counter.

"Dowoon is coming over." You spoke. "Please, you guys, atleast tidy up a bit, I have to freshen up." You spoke releasing a sneeze afterwards.

"Dowoon is coming over?" Somin basically yelled. "Hell yes girl, you get your man!"

"Somi are you just going to ignore the fact that Y/N has been sneezing since she got home."

"Jimin I'm fine." You muttered before speed walking over to your room.

You quickly brushed out the knots in your hair and changed into a different red skin tight t-shirt.

Sloppily you tidied up your room and quickly made your bed before rushing out of the room to see if the boys and Somin had actually tidied up a bit like you asked.

And to your surprise they did.

Somin gave you a thumbs up as you gaze at the clean living space.

It even seemed as if Jungkook helped clean too.

You pushed your hands into your jogger pockets searching for your phone, only to remember you left it on the counter.

You walked over and opened your messages, noting that Dowoon's last message was sent 7 minutes ago.

You crossed your arms across your stomach, gazed at the text conversation and playedwith the hem of your shirt.

Suddenly you paused.

You were wearing a skin tight shirt. And hell no were you exposing yourself more.

You dashed back over to your room and threw it off your body quickly pushing on an oversized black t-shirt.

Of course, sneezing in the process.