“You’re an idiot.”

“Why?”

“You know why.” Kyungsoo smacked the back of his head lightly, and Jongin pouted. He didn’t know how to explain it, but ever since she had walked out that door, he had felt completely and utterly lost. It had been almost two weeks, and everyone was asking where she was.

Kyungsoo said she was alive and fine, and Jongin believed him.

He could feel the buzz of the alcohol, and his mind was a little hazy. They were currently sitting in Jongdae’s apartment, and something was missing. There was a little less laughter and brightness.

“Just apologize to her.” Junmyeon said it like was easy.

“I don’t know how.”

“Get her flowers or something.” Luhan shrugged as if he had all the answers. He didn’t. That was Chaeyeon’s job. “Girls eat that stuff up.”

“Not Chaeyeon.” He shook his head, looking down at his feet. “Chaeyeon doesn’t care.”

Sehun was rolling his eyes to the high heavens, “You people make things so complicated.”

Maybe it was the alcohol that was making his tongue a little looser, but he admitted it out loud, “I can’t tell her how I feel.”

And in that moment, a pin could drop in the apartment, and then the others practically exploded with yells.

“Oh my god!”

“Finally!”

“What?” Jongin frowned, taking another swig from the bottle of soju. “I just