RENDEZVOUS | chanbaek

THREE

FLASHBACK: Twenty-four hours ago

Park Chanyeol, the leader of the Exodus mafia, stood in the middle of a vast warehouse with blood decorating his white T-shirt. He glanced down at himself with a sigh as he slipped his gun into the waistband of his jeans. He was incredibly annoyed since the shirt had been new, and sneering in disgust he pulled it off as he flippantly gestured to the beaten and mangled corpse on the floor, as his baritone voice boomed throughout the room. "Somebody clean up this fucking blood and bury the body, and let this be a reminder for the next person who decides to cross me!" Chanyeol shouted as he left the room.

The moment he left the warehouse and stepped outside his two best men converged over him. His longest friend since childhood, Kim Jongin, passed him a clean T-shirt as he asked, "Feel better now?"

"Don't patronize me, Jongin, I'm not in the mood," Chanyeol curtly retorted.

"Do you think the problem has been fixed?" Kim Minseok, Chanyeol's other closest friend and confidant asked.

"We'll have to wait and see," Chanyeol muttered.

"We should probably expect retaliation, Wu won't be happy losing his informant," Jongin said.

Chanyeol sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose, and released a heavy breath before muttering, "I realize that, but I've had a long enough day already and I don't want to think about that fuck face, Kris Wu."

"Are you leaving then?" Jongin asked. "Because you know, Minseok and I are more than capable of taking care of everything here."

"I know," Chanyeol said. "And yes, I'm leaving you both in charge, so if anything happens it's on you. Got it?"

"Got it, Boss," Minseok replied as Jongin glanced at him, before jerking his chin for him to take a step back. Minseok nodded and left them alone to talk.

"If Wu decides to retaliate what's the plan, Chanyeol? You know we can't fight this battle blindly . . ." Jongin said.

Chanyeol sighed. "I know, I need my own informant," he muttered. "I need someone who'll be able to track his every move . . ."

"What are you thinking?" Jongin asked.

"I have to take control of the system . . ." Chanyeol quietly muttered to himself. "Any other plan won't work . . ."

END OF FLASHBACK

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TWELVE HOURS LATER

When Chanyeol walked into the bar, the harsh lighting and bass of the speakers did nothing to help subdue his pounding headache. But he also didn't feel the desire to leave, since his day had taken a turn for shit creek the moment he put a bullet through that traitor's skull. He rubbed his temple as he took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, and quickly gulped it down before getting another one.

He decided to people watch, hoping maybe the hypnotic dancers on the floor would chase away his ragging headache. As he sat there slowly scanning people, he noticed someone dancing alone.

Their movements were wild and carefree; they had sweat beading their forehead and the top few buttons of their shirt had been undone to expose the glistening columns of their throat. They moved their body with a hypnotizing like grace as they swung their hips from side to side, and transformed into something so utterly beautiful they nearly took Chanyeol's breath away.

He had to know them. He had to possess them.

Chanyeol finished off his drink before sliding off his bar stool and making his way onto the dance floor, shoving aside the people who didn't move until he stood close enough to touch his hypnotic beauty. When they turned in a circle, Chanyeol reached out to touch them when they stood face to face. And damn, they were gorgeous.

Chanyeol suddenly felt tongue-tied as he stared into their deep brown irises, and he felt his skin begin to flush as they frowned up at him and asked, "Hi, did you need something?"

Chanyeol was still struggling to speak, so all he could manage was a shake of his head before they frowned at him once more and dismissively turned away. But some part of Chanyeol didn't want to let them go, so his hand darted out and grabbed their wrist before they could walk away. They glanced over their shoulder and furrowed their brow as they demanded, "What do you want? Jeez, leave me alone already!" They cried as they wrenched their wrist away.

Chanyeol felt them pull away, but he was either too drunk or too unwilling to let them go just yet. He pursued them again, and this time when he touched their shoulder they spun around, their eyes crackling like fireworks as they yelled, "Fuck off before I arrest you, you pervert!"

Chanyeol's hand fell away like they had tased him, and a sudden lightbulb appeared over his head. He had just found his ticket to spying on Wu, and no way in hell was he letting them walk away.

Chanyeol kept his eyes on them as they walked towards the back of the bar, maybe making their way towards the bathroom, and sticking to the shadows he quietly followed after them.

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A/N: Oop! What is Chanyeol planning, any ideas? 🤔

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