You've been out all night, I don't know where you've been You're slurring all your words, not making any sense But I don't fucking care at all
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"Where the hell is he?" Christina looked at her watch as she waited for him to come home. "it's fucking 5 in the morning, for fucks sake!"
She began walking back and forth, from the door to the living room. She knew she probably looked like an idiot, but she could care less.
Before she could start thinking the worst, she heard the door unlock and there he was. Park Chanyeol.
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"Oh, thank God!" she ran over to him and gave him a hug. "Why hello madam..." Christina instantly let go after smelling the alcohol in his breath.
"Weeeeee." he said as she yanked him away from the door and slammed it. He ended up landing on the couch in slow motion... If that's even possible.
"Where the hell have you been?! And who gave you these bruises?" "Owwwwww, you're so loud. My head huurrrrtsssss."
She groans and walked away from him. Chanyeol, however, didn't mind her words as he was dozing off.
Christina came back with bandaids, neosporin, cotton swabs, and rubbing alcohol. She knelt in front of his face and dipped a cotton swab in alcohol, dabbing it on his face.
Chanyeol hissed from the pain, opening his eyes, and jolting upwards. "You're such a child. Hold still." she then grabbed his chin, doing little dabs.
She then used another swab to dip into the neosporin cream, lightly spreading it on his face. Chanyeol couldn't help but watch her movements.
'Cause I have hella feelings for you I act like I don't fucking care Like they ain't even there
"Why do you do this?" "Do what, drunk head?" she questions as she stuck the bandaid on his face. "Why do you... Care for me?"
Christina looked up at Chanyeol, only to find him gazing at her.
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"Umm.... Here." she changes the subject, handing him the necessities. "I'm going to get your bath ready." she spoke, speed walking to his bedroom.
'you're crazy, Chrissy. You can't fall for your own boss.' she thought as she got his pajamas in order. She makes sure that the water is warm enough and sighs.
Turning around, she nearly jumps as she seen him behind her. "Your bath is ready." she moves to the side as he began to strip his clothing. In the corner of her eye, she found kiss marks on his neck.
Scoffing, she grabbed his clothes and placed them in the hamper as he stepped into the tub. "Help me?" she grabbed a wash cloth and Dove bar, dipping it into the water. Chanyeol watched her face as she washed his body. It was like she was emotionless.
"You can do the lower half by yourself. I'm just here so you won't drown." she said coldly. He said nothing and washed himself properly.
After his bath he watched as she pulled his blanket over him. "Why do you look like that?" "Like what?" "Angry."
She contemplates on what to say next before saying this. "what you choose to do from here on out is on you. If you want to sleep with a women from your company, go do it. I don't fucking care." she said calmly.
The next day, Chanyeol was with a woman walking around SM Entertainment when he seen Y/n drinking coffee with Kyungsoo. Looking up, she pretended as if he didn't exist, continuing to laugh at a joke from the brown eyed boy.
