RENDEZVOUS | chanbaek

TWELVE

Baekhyun sat at the bar with Sehun on his right, and he lifted his hand to let the fourth shot glass of whiskey roll down his throat. His head was growing fuzzy and his mood was lighter, and as he drank the last remaining drops of his drink he began to feel better than he had in weeks. The loud music wasn't a banging hammer inside his head; his near constant anger began to fade away and he felt good. He wanted this new feeling to last as long as possible.

Sehun watched from his bar stool as his friend let go of all the things weighing him down, and released his energy in a positive manner by dancing with strangers and having fun. Baekhyun needed the break, Sehun could see the stress he carried like it was a real and tangible thing he dragged around behind him. Sehun wanted Baekhyun's stress to disappear completely; he wanted his friend to have happiness again.

Chanyeol watched from a dark and secluded corner, as his pup danced and grinded his way through the crowd of people. He looked untethered and vulnerable, exactly like the last time Chanyeol had charmed him into the backseat of his car.

Would it be wrong of Chanyeol to take advantage? He could hardly control himself. He had been dreaming about the little police officer since that very first night. He had been different, and something about him made Chanyeol lower his guard. Chanyeol felt like a better person when he was around the little pup —- he didn't just feel like the cities most feared mafia boss. He felt like he could simply be Chanyeol again, the man who, four years ago had never touched a gun or gotten his hands soaked in another man's blood.

Chanyeol wanted to feel that freedom again; the sense of innocence he had so long ago lost. He wanted his never ending nightmarish life to be ordinary, if only for one night.

Baekhyun laughed to himself as he stumbled in a blissful haze down the short hallway to the bathrooms, his feet like lead beneath him and his body like a feather. Alcohol really was his best remedy to ward away the bad in his life, and it felt amazing to have the weight lifted from his shoulders.

When he reached the bathrooms, he reached out to push the door open. But since his coordination had been impaired by all his drinking, his hand slipped and he crashed down to the floor. He bursted out laughing again as he tried to stand up, but his legs had given out and he simply sat there like a grinning fool. As he sat there smiling to himself, the happy buzz began to lose some of its edge and he felt the chains begin to wrap around his body once again.

He sighed to himself and rubbed his head as he tried climbing to his feet again, and when he managed to get upright, he was unbalanced and wobbled to his right. Before he could fall over again and bash his head on the wall, a strong pair of arms darted out and winded around his waist.

Baekhyun gasped at the sudden help, and blinded as he turned his head to see who he had to thank for saving him the ache of a broken nose on top of the hangover he was bound to have the next morning.

His smile slipped when he saw their face, and his happy buzz turned sour as he furrowed his brow and shrugged from their embrace. "What are—-what are y–you doing here?" Baekhyun slurred.

"I could ask you the same thing . . ." Chanyeol replied as he stepped forward and gently ran the back his hand along Baekhyun's cheek.

Baekhyun flinched away from his touch and his frowned deepened. "Go—-go away. I don't want to see—-see you, P–P . . . Bark!"

Chanyeol pursed his lips against a chuckle as he reached out again and touched Baekhyun's shoulder as he said, "I think you're too intoxicated for your own good. Let me take you home?"

"I don't need your help!" Baekhyun slurred as he wrenched his arm away from Chanyeol, the movement nearly sending him to the floor again.

Chanyeol frowned and grabbed his upper arm, holding him up as he said, "Baekhyun, you can't even walk. Please, I'm trying to help you."

"You—-you can't walk, you big . . . t–tree," Baekhyun mumbled as he relented his unwillingness to accept Chanyeol's help, knowing full well just how much he really needed it.

Chanyeol chuckled and slung his arm through Baekhyun's as he helped to guide him from the night club.

Word count: 783

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A/N: Ooooh! How did you guys like the chapter? What do you think will happen next? Leave your lovely comments here, and thank you so much for reading! Have an amazing day/night!

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P.S. I literally just finished writing this, so sorry if I missed typos and anything else grammer related.