28: Plans without you

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Hajin's Pov

The members already left and I was stuck here alone. I figured Beomgyu already left as well. I scroll through my phone with a sigh until I hear the door open. Beomgyu entered the room, hands in his pockets and his face emotionless. "Does your head still hurt?" he asks. I shake my head no. He doesn't reply for a while. 

'Is he still mad..?'

I thought to myself. Seeing him mad was the last thing I wanted. There was a deafening silence between the two of us. "If you're thinking that I'm mad, no I'm not." Beomgyu began. His voice softer than how it was a few hours ago. ".. Who said I was thinking about that..? No I wasn't." I roll my eyes. Unfortunately, my voice deceived me. I sounded like I was admitting and denying at the same time. "Oh really?" Beomgyu raises an eyebrow. I did nothing but glare at him and shove my hands into the pockets of my oversized sweater. I didn't even notice a part of it sliding off my shoulder leaving my right shoulder and collarbone exposed. 

"Pull your sweater up." Beomgyu says sternly. Immediately, I pull my sweater and the blanket up as well. Once again there was silence. "I didn't mean to yell." he clears his throat. "I just got a little jealous.." "A little?" I cross my arms over my chest. "Okay maybe.. A lot.." he scratches the back of his neck. "It's because.. Well.. You liked  him before, like.. Really liked  him.. And he may or may not steal you away from me.." Beomgyu pouts as he walks over to sit next to me on the bed. "Don't be mad..?" he puts his head on my shoulder. I let out a sigh before bringing my hand up and stroking his light brown hair. 

"Wanna watch Harry Potter?" I ask. He nods before running off to find the remote. 

//Time skip...//

I was discharged pretty quickly and was taken home. Beomgyu was still a little distant. I don't blame him. Taehyun is being more talkative than usual which honestly, concerns me a little. Beomgyu has been sitting beside Soobin and glaring at Taehyun as he talks to me about all sorts of stuff. I could almost feel Beomgyu glaring holes at the back of his head. 

"The whole interview was bullcrap literally- Hey, you still listening?" Taehyun snaps his finger, trying to earn my attention. "Huh? Oh uh.. Yeah.." I straighten my posture, my eyes still focused on Beomgyu who wasn't even sparing a glance at me. "Look if I'm getting boring, you can just tell me."  Taehyun raises an eyebrow. "What? No, of course not." I shake my head immediately and put on a forced smile. 

A few minutes has passed and Yeonjun came over to the kitchen with Silver in his hands. "I'm bored. Let's play a game." he suggests. "What game?" Beomgyu asks while slurping on the ramen I made. "I don't know. Anything? Maybe go to the pool and try to kill each other-" "I VOTE FOR MURDER!" Taehyun chimes in, standing up on his seat and raising his hand with a mischievous smile. "NO." Soobin shakes his head in a slight panic. "Or we can go to the park and have a picnic then we can play games." Huening Kai looks up from his phone with a 'you guys are dumb' kind of look. "Why were you quiet this whole time, huh?" Taehyun sits back down on his chair. 

"Because you guys are being annoying as fuck and I want no part of it." Huening narrows his eyes at Taehyun with a pout evident on his lips. "Then why do you always start the commotion?" Taehyun retorts in a challenging tone. Obviously, he isn't gonna let the younger one win over him. "Oh dear God-" Soobin facepalms. "Lets get out of here love." Beomgyu took my hand and dragged me upstairs to out bedroom. I hear the door click shut behind him before footsteps slowly closing in on me. My hands find their way to the ends of the sleeves of my beige sweater. 

"And once again, you were with Taehyun." he sighs and plops onto the bed. "Not this again-" "I never said anything." he cuts me off, his tone angry and stern. "I didn't say anything. Don't get too ahead of yourself." he says poisonously. My lips press into a thin line. 

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