Chanyeol's P.O.V

I don't know what has gotten into me that I suddenly slammed Baekhyun's front door. Maybe because him and Sungyeol have been pushing me these days to confess already.

I was about to. About to as what I said to him earlier. But he watched on the roof that's why Baeran was becoming uncomfortable with me. Darn that guy. Deesn't he know the meaning of 'privacy'?

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...Okay. I just thought I haven't told him to go on the roof because we need privacy. It wasn't his fault he saw us kiss (or it was because he was watching there). And by the way, I was the one who kissed Baeran (or it was her because she turned her head ACCIDENTALLY).

"AISH! Why is everything becoming worse and worse?" I ruffled my hair and opened our gate, not taking a galnce at the dog who was crying helplessly for like some sort of help.

"You're late, young man."

"I'll pay you tomorrow, OLD man." I hissed at hyung and stomped to my bedroom. 

I threw my bag on the couch and slumped down, fishing out my phone. As much as I want to throw it because it might explode from Yeojinbtch's 'worried' messages, I just deleted them without reading any.

"Why can't that bubble gum leave me alone? Am I a trashbin or what?" Yup... I call her bubble gum. Don't take this in the greasy, romantic whatever way. Maybe I will have to call her glue or super glue because she sticks at me like that