seventeen

"What did you say?" Young-Jae asked, taken aback. He released a deep breath and shook his head.

Oh my god, he doesn't like me.

He didn't like me like I liked him.

This was awkward.

Was this like a one-time thing or something?

"Bee," He started, getting up from the bed but I already knew what he was gonna say.

"Don't. I already know." I rushed out of his room, fixing my dress. I ran to the guest room and headed to the bathroom. I needed to wash up. I pushed the straps of my dress down my shoulders and noticed the blue-red marks that surprised me for a second. Hickeys.

Nice, now I'll remember what happened for at least a week.

They were beautiful though, you know like a little galaxy full of small nebulae.

I needed to cover these up for the time being. Stripping off completely I got into the shower.

I can't believe I did that. That was so stupid of me. I squealed out of frustration and ran a rough hand through my hair under the shower water.