The usual Friday night routine didn’t seem so horrible anymore. We didn’t always go to parties, but when we did, it wasn’t to make a statement anymore. We went because we genuinely had fun every once in a while. No matter what the event was, Friday nights were always spent with Bomi, Namjoo, Luhan, and Sehun; with my friends. 

Getting ready was beginning to be something I looked forward to instead of something I just wanted to get over with. I had been hanging out with Sehun so often that it was always nice to get in a little girl time. It was nice, knowing that Bomi and I had someone to get ready for, and watching Namjoo’s desperate struggle to make herself look “hotter” every week to find someone for herself was immensely entertaining. 

I don’t sound like me, I realize. I’m still crude as ever, trust me, but the fact is that I feel a lot better. I’m smiling, I’m enjoying myself, and whenever my temper gets out of hand, I know I have someone there to catch me. Granted, he does it in really idiotic ways like making me count to ten in as many languages as possible, which only makes me more angry, but he’s there regardless. 

It felt nice, doing things we actually felt like doing and not for show. He didn’t have to have his arm draped around me at all times anymore because you could tell how we felt without over the top actions. We could be looking at each other from across the room, and I’m pretty ing sure anyone could tell. 

“You look like a lost puppy, Jung.” Namjoo said while casually sipping on a beer. I glared at her and watched her smirk back at me. I wasn’t lost, I was momentarily bored while looking for drinks to bring back to Sehun. “I think the twerp has made you lose your spice.” 

“Shut up.” I murmured as I threatened to swing at her with a bottle. 

“Seriously, Jung. Friend to friend. You’ve started walking around like you’re smelling a ing unicorn’s . I miss the days where you walked around like you were smelling a regular, non-majestic horse’s .” I shook my head at her, and we commenced the walk back outside, where the rest of the group was waiting for us. 

“If you keep talking like that, I’ll make sure to stick your head up a horse’s and see if you can attest to how unpleasant it is.” Namjoo scrunched up her face as soon as I finished my sentence. 

“Still not as good.” I shrugged at her, pretending like I had given her all I had for the night. 

We were almost to our destination, when I stopped straight in my tracks because I saw some girl getting really friendly with Sehun. A little too friendly, with the distance not far apart enough, and Sehun looking perfectly fine with it. 

“Who the is that?” I whispered to Namjoo. Clearly, she wasn’t an encyclopedia of dirt like precious, precious Bomi was, but she was pretty in the loop, and she didn’t embellish anything too severely. 

“Hayoung?” Namjoo squinted at her from a distance, trying to get an accurate reading of her. 

“Hayoung as in Hayoung who used to be friends with you before you got mixed up with me?” Namjoo scoffed. 

“Barely.” I took my eyes off of her to look up at Namjoo, hoping she would get the hint to elaborate. Bomi would have spilled by now, but Namjoo had a very annoying outlook on the information she gave revolving around some convoluted superiority complex. She wouldn’t throw anyone a bone, you had to beg. She looked back at me with a smile on her face, obviously hoping that I would plead, but she should’ve known better. I just swung at her arm. 

“. Okay. Ow.” She winced and held her cold beer to the spot I had just hit. “I say barely because we didn’t get along.” 

“Why?” I was so curious, I naturally cut her off. 

“God dammit Eunji, if you were going to ask questions anyway you didn’t need to ing punch me.” 

“Oh it up. Why didn’t you get along?” It was a mystery that Sehun didn’t notice he was being watched yet. That boy could feel my glare from miles away, and the fact that he didn’t right now meant he was too immersed in the girl with a low cut top and poorly applied lipstick. 

“Because she was, well, how do I put this nicely.” I could basically see Namjoo turning over the words in her head to call this girl, which could mean nothing good. “I’ll just let you know her most common nickname: rebound .” 

“Rebound ?” I repeated in confusion. 

“Yes, rebound . She gets in a relationship, gets bored, breaks the relationship off, and goes after a rebound immediately after. Her targets have only one thing in common: all in a relationship.” Namjoo was clearly pleased with the look on my face. 

My eyes narrowed and I watched her every move. Every time her shrill laugh filled the air and she exaggeratedly hit Sehun. I had spent more time with him than anyone the last few months, I knew for a fact he wasn’t that funny. 

And don’t even get me started on the looks I shot him. It didn’t go unnoticed that he didn’t even flinch when she touched his hair or leaned into whisper something in his ear with the excuse that it was too loud. An all too familiar feeling surrounded me, and my ears got hot. 

“She isn’t single now, is she?” I asked, trying to calm myself down and not let my gree