foreign affairs (sehun)

eleven

I felt my phone buzzing and buzzing, but I never even reached to look at it. In fact, I couldn't care  less, especially because I knew it was Kai was calling me. 

At least, I kept telling myself that.

I could barely even register the numbing cold when I stumbled out of the cab outside my residence building, ankles twisting upon themselves with every step. My once-sharpened brain had re-deteriorated into it's drunkenness, turning into mush and stealing all my energy. 

Pushing into the building, I struggled to refocus my eyes to the harsh fluorescent lighting. It made my eyes throb, forcing me to squint as I wobbled across the tile, towards the elevators. My mind was still racing, but I refused to show even a hint of my emotions to the secretary currently glaring me down from her desk.

I whacked the elevator button with my fist, feeling my breathing finally start to slow. My face was sticky with the trail of tears still staining my cheeks, aching around my eyes.

I should have expected this outcome, going out with someone as brazen and attractive as Jongin. Hell, he had the nerve to flirt with me at work. What was to stop him from flirting with anybody else? 

I guess I had expected better.

The doors slid open, the scraping sound echoing throughout the lobby. I dragged myself in, waiting for the doors to slide shut once again.

And immediately as they did, I crumpled into the wall, scraped knees buckling under me. My breath vanished in pants, leaving me heaving for air in the silence. My one hand gripped the metal railing boxing the perimeter, knuckles turning white on the steel and my phone under my clamped grasp. 

I used the silence to shutter out some breaths, weak and faltering. I still couldn't force the image of Jongin out of my mind, watching his hand creep up her skirt, hands that have carved the same path over my own thighs.

Only the times before, I thought it was exclusive to me.

Finally, the steel doors scraped along, opening to the familiar fluorescent lighting of the hall. Struggling to walk in my heels, I finally decided to glance at my phone.

Jongin <3 - Missed Call (6)

baekhyunnie - Missed Call (3)

I pushed out a faltering sigh at the notifications, only now realizing that I had left the club without even telling the boys where the hell I went. Shit, I had been gone for long enough they probably thought I was half dead in some alley. One hand reaching to call Baek back, the other grabbed my door handle, giving it a firm twist.

I faltered when the doorhandles didn't budge. Again, I have it a firm yank, yet it still refused to open. Shit, it must be locked, I thought to myself with a dazed eye roll. God, I'm still tipsy. Releasing the handle, I reached to my side, ready to grab my...

My wallet.

Suddenly a rush ran through my veins, eyes widening with realization. Fuck, I left my wallet with Kyungsoo. Fuck, shit, fuck!

I was locked out.

Maybe they're on their way back, I thought, now frantically redialling Baekhyun. Hell, they might be walking in right now!

I held the phone yo my ear expectantly, trying to control my drunken trembles. 

He picked up in one ring. "Chae, where the fuck did you go? We've been combing this place for almost an hour!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose with one hand, flashes of the night flickering through my mind. "Sorry Baekhyun, some - something came up."

"Is that Chae? Is she here?" I could hear Chanyeol's deep voice come trough the receiver.