Okay, okay, maybe I got a little carried away last night. Maybe, it was the heat of the moment, and now, waking up at noon the next morning, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I am not in love with Oh Sehun. 

I groaned, remembering yesterday’s events and how stupid I was for letting my science experiment go too far. I, Jung Eunji, am a certified idiot. I went to wash my face and brush my teeth, and came back to check my phone first thing. My heart sunk when I saw no messages and no missed calls. Well, at least I don’t have any angry phone calls and texts alerting me of restraining orders being placed. I logged onto my blog, and quickly wrote an update entry. 

I messed up. Bad. I kissed someone I shouldn’t have kissed and now I feel gross. 

Ji

I groaned and slammed my head on my desk after I hit enter, realizing that today was Saturday, meaning I had nothing to do but think about my mistakes and regrets. It would be a miracle if I actually let myself survive today. I tossed and turned wherever I decided to go. I couldn’t focus on doing my homework, I couldn’t focus on watching tv, and I sure as hell couldn’t just sit quietly and think. I went back and forth between with myself, debating the pros and cons of letting the idiot sisters know what happened yesterday. I let myself put it off for a while, and tried my best to focus on some cooking show for the remainder of the day. I mean, sure, my life was a mess and I hated myself, but now I knew how to make the perfect omelet if ever necessary. Around noon, I was getting immersed in the art of Armenian cuisine when my phone rang and I nearly jumped 30 ing feet. It was Luhan. I didn’t even have a chance to say hello because he spoke to me immediately. 

“What did you do to him?” He hissed into the phone. 

“What?” I asked. For some ing reason, I stuttered. Like, I was nervous as hell, and I didn’t even know what the bambi was getting at. 

“Sehun. What the hell did you do to him yesterday?” I noticed that he was whispering, like the man of the hour wasn’t supposed to hear this conversation. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Clearly, the squeak in my voice proved that I was lying. 

“I don’t have time to argue with you. Whatever you said or did, don’t do it again.” 

“And why the hell not?” I shifted my position, suddenly interested and terrified. 

“Because, Eunji. He showed up at my doorstep at 2 in the morning, freezing and he apparently ing walked to my house from his. Doesn’t say a word, walks past me and into my bed. He’s freaking me the out.” 

“And where is he now?” I asked. I didn’t know whether to go into hysterical laughter or hysterical sobbing. Damn, am I really that bad of a kisser? Was one goddamn kiss enough to send the kid into a looming existentialist crisis? 

“He finally got up and showered.” He sounded genuinely concerned, a tone that was rare for this idiot. 

“Well, I don’t know. I didn’t do anything. We barely talked.” Once again, my voice cracked and it was obvious I was lying through my teeth. 

“I don’t have enough time to call you out on your bull, but , you really messed him up this time.” And with that, he hung up. 

It took me a couple of moments to process the information I was just given. If I was confused before, I was insane now. I dialed Bomi without a second thought, and just like that, she and Namjoo were in my house, expecting a completely different story. 

“Alright, so just so we’re clear, you said Sehun walked to Luhan’s house at 2 in the morning, and hasn’t said a word since then.” Namjoo asked, and I could tell by her expression, she was in the same boat of his confusion on whether to laugh or cry. Even Bomi, clear headed, know it all Bomi, was looking at me like I had just read a thesis by Stephen Hawking to her. 

“What did you do to him?” was all she could formulate after a few moments of silence. My face sunk, and I rolled i