Bruise; pcy

I

His lips were molded to yours, hands planted on your ass as you straddled his lap on your worn down sofa. A small grin spread on your lips as you leaned into him further, hands sliding their way up from his covered chest to his cheeks, tugging his head closer to yours, eliciting a smug smile on his lips.
"Fuck."
His palms kneaded at your barely covered bottom half, his body leisurely leaning against the couch's backing, wanting to make you work for it. Despite his relaxed stance, the way his lips continuously opened and closed against yours was making it evident that he was enjoying himself. His lips orchestrated against yours in languid, lazy and teasing kisses that left your insides shaking.
"Chanyeol." You whimpered, feeling the way his grip on you tightened at the sound of his name coming from your lips. "We should stop, I have work." You made little to no effort to move away, lipstick smeared along his lips, blurred out on the edges like a soft painting.
"Just call off." He mumbled quietly back, sitting up properly, his hands skimming up to the middle of your back. He pulled your body firmly against his as he connected your lips more concretely. His left palm spread out flat against your bare skin, fingertips pushing into the flesh and leaving little red ovals. His long legs were slung off the sofa, feet planted firmly on the ground, his other hand slipping just inside your panties to grip your body through the thin fabric you had managed to put back on.
For a moment, all thoughts you had blurred. Instead you focused on the feeling of his lips. They were soft, perfectly shaped to slip into yours, and so plush with every movement he made. Your own lips parted, breathing labored as you slid your teeth along his bottom lip, giving it a tug in your direction.
Judging by the way he let out a faint grunt, you assumed he liked it.
His tongue slipped past yours, completely taking over control of the situation as he cradled the back of your neck. He pulled you easily so your bare chest was pressing against his shirt, his jeans rubbing against your inner thighs, making your temperature rise. It felt indescribably good, it made tingles spread from the very tips of your toes to the top of your head. It made every inch of your skin burn and his touch was only egging on the fire, burning himself into your brain.
The loud ringing of your phone made him elicit a groan, this one laced with annoyance as you detached your lips from his to grab the device. It was your co workers, who had so kindly offered to carpool today. Just as you swiped across the screen to answer it, his large hand tangled into your hair and gave it a small tug backwards, making you gasp.
"Hello?" Your voice was strained and cut short as his lips ghosted over your neck, slowly settling in at his favorite spot; the junction where your throat met your collarbones. It was exceedingly hard to focus as he  began sucking at your flesh. His hand was still pulling your hair taught, to keep you from moving too much. For someone who had just fucked you a half hour ago, he apparently was still feeling pretty turned on.
"Hey! We're here, are you coming down?" Minwoo's voice rang through the phone, Chanyeol's fingers digging into your hip.
"Hang up." Chanyeol's voice met your ears, just barely audible as his lips didn't stop their assault, kneading into your skin with his lips. "Please." He added in a soft grunt, the polite request not at all matching his tone or actions.
He was molded against your skin, a content sigh falling from his lips. His arm had slipped around your hips to lazily hold yourself against his hips. Your eyes fluttered shut as his teeth bit down into your skin. He was smirking, you could feel it, the way his lips spread cockily across the sensitive skin he was marking up. It was oddly possessive for a guy who didn't dare have feelings for the girls he fucked once the deed was done.
"I'm actually running late. You two go ahead." You struggled to mutter out as Chanyeol's teeth dragged across your skin, his tongue then making it's way back up, soothing the ache he'd left behind. The moment you finished saying your sentence, Chanyeol's hand left your hair, his palm easily grasping your phone and ending the call, before tossing the device onto the sofa haphazardly.
You were about to chastise him for being rude, but were cut off as his lips pressed back into yours, silencing your complaining in an instant.
Having Chanyeol's attention was an incredible feeling. Having his focus be solely on you could make you feel like the most important person in the world.  He could make you believe you were the only thing that mattered to him, like you were what he treasured and what he wanted most in this universe. He'd devour your body like it belonged to a goddess, he'd show his affections to every single inch of your skin, even the parts you didn't love. He'd wake you up inside with a quirk of his eyebrows and it felt like you'd been asleep for way too long.
When he'd look at you anywhere outside of your apartment, you'd be aware of all the moments you'd spent tangled up underneath him. You'd be reminded of the dent he'd put in your bedroom wall from the banging of your old headboard. You'd remember how soft his fingers felt when they'd glide against your leg in the front seat of his car, or how his hair felt when it brushed against your thighs. Everything about Chanyeol was intoxicating, especially up close like this, where you could feel his heart beating steadily in his firm chest, elevated just enough to convey his enjoyment of the situation.
It was so easy to become drunk on him, on every single part of him, to the point where when you were with him, you was too far gone to remember that you weren't the only one he made feel like that. You weren't the only girl who got thrown into the sofa and pinned down while he undressed you. You weren't the only girl whose walls he'd dented with a banging headboard and you definitely weren't the only girl he'd leave with legs feeling like jelly. You'd see them all the time, the girls giggling to their friends about how good he'd made them feel and listing every detail.
Chanyeol was full of charms and he knew it, he was gorgeous and funny and had a smile that could melt anyone's icy heart. He was an incredibly shameless flirt, it was nearly impossible to not fall for his compliments and whispered promises. He knew exactly how to work a girl to get what he wanted. He knew how to make them feel desired and sexy, like of all the girls he could have picked to go home with, the handsome Park Chanyeol had chosen them.
You had mutual friends, that's how you'd met initially, though you'd heard about him around campus quite often. At first, his flirting did nothing for you. Sure, he was incredibly attractive and had a deep voice that could make your insides twist, but you were well aware of his idea of a relationship. It wasn't exactly a secret around campus that Chanyeol was a player, he didn't try to hide it. If anything, he relished in it, liking having the title of being the guy everyone wanted.
You had seen your fair share of girls fall for him only to be heartbroken when they caught him sleeping with another girl days later. Everyone seemed to think they could be the special one. They thought they could be the one worth settling down for. The one who he'd call his girlfriend and parade around. The one that everyone would know had been worth it for him. Luckily for you, you had never thought that.
It was the exact reason you hadn't wanted to sleep with him, but perhaps that was why he'd pursued it so much. He liked the challenge, liked the moments when he clearly got through to you and made your heart race. The first time you'd caved he had grinned so big afterwards you actually shoved him off the bed. He had a bruise on his arm for as long as the hickies littering your neck remained.
After that it was useless, hard as you'd tried not to, slowly but surely you became his go to fuck. His girl for when he needed a distraction or was frustrated, or even when he was bored. Perhaps he liked that you didn't seem interested in being his girlfriend, or maybe he liked that even now after months of hooking up behind your friends backs, you still tried to ignore his advances in public. Maybe he liked that you were somewhat friends as well, maybe it made him less worried you'd catch feelings.
You hadn't been sleeping with anyone else, but he had, quite often. It initially didn't bother you so much as it irritated you. He'd work each girl the exact same way, having a new play thing for a week or two before they got attached and he ditched them. He never seemed to grow addicted to anyone, not a single girl kept his interest for more than the time it took to fuck them, besides you. Far as you could tell, you were the only girl he'd hooked up with so consistently for such a long time.
Chanyeol was incredibly funny and loyal to his friends, he'd defend them even if it meant getting a black eye. He could be an asshole and far too cocky, but he had his moments where the smirk turned to a smile and his eyes lightened with happiness, and those were the moments that scared you. Being friends who fucked occasionally wasn't exactly a relationship you had envisioned yourself partaking in when you met him, yet here you were, making out nearly naked on your too small sofa, with a boy whose genuine smile made you weak.
It had sounded easy in concept to not develop deeper feelings for him than what was at the surface. To think you'd never care when he flaunted his latest conquest off to your friends. To believe that you'd never feel jealousy rear its ugly head every time he left you for someone else.  To convince yourself you wouldn't want to die thinking of him kissing another girl, holding another girl, fucking another girl.
But it wasn't easy, not at all.
Hard as you tried casual just didn't feel quite as casual to you anymore.
Watching girl after girl come and go felt like needles being plunged into your chest, despite how hard you'd tried to ignore it, the pain worse the more your budding feelings started to bloom. It was horrible really, realizing you were growing so attached to your moments alone. Everytime he'd left had began to feel like torture, like he was slipping through your fingers when he was never really in your grasp to begin with.
The buzzing of his phone was a much needed splash of cool water, coming out of your haze enough to think rationally.
"Chanyeol, stop." You forced out, hands planted on his chest as you pushed him apart from you, your lips detaching with a loud pop. "I have to go to work, I can't be late again."
He sighed as you removed yourself from his lap, your body standing up and eyes glancing around for your phone he'd tossed aside. His hands landed on your hips for a moment, trying to tug you back while your arms folded over your exposed chest.
"Why do you have to be so punctual?" He grumbled, his left hand slipping from your hip to grasp your phone just as you spotted it, passing it to you as his tall frame stood up.
You had to swallow down your less than innocent thoughts looking up at him. His currently bright red hair was a complete mess, lips puffy and pinker than normal thanks to your smeared lipstick and the insistent kissing. He stretched a bit, left arm over his head, making his shirt raise up. He was so incredibly attractive he looked unreal, especially in his post sex haze that was wearing away from earlier.
"Because I don't want to lose my job?" You said as if it was a question, walking over towards your bedroom to change. You hastily pulled open your dresser drawer, tugging out a pair of dark skinny jeans and a long sleeved v-neck shirt. Your eyes glanced into the mirror to see him standing in the living room, eyes glued down towards his phone as his fingers flew over the keys. You wondered who he was texting, though the cocky grin spreading on his lips gave you a few ideas.
You didn't try to stop the roll of your eyes as you slid down your panties, tossing them onto your hamper, before wiggling your legs into the a new pair, hearing his footsteps approaching just as you buttoned the jeans that went on afterwards. It was somewhat a blessing he'd finished getting dressed before he pulled you in for another kiss earlier, otherwise you were sure work wouldn't even be on your mind.
"You could always get a new job, you hate this one anyway." He commented, his hand easily snatching the fabric of your new shirt from your hand, a teasing smirk on his face when you turned to him. He set it aside, grabbing your bra off the bed from earlier and sliding it up your arms, his eyes glued to yours as he reached around you to clasp it, finger tips brushing your spine.
You focused on him a he guided the fabric of the new shirt down over your head and around your arms. You noted how his fingers skimmed your sides and chest far more than necessary. The playful smile on his face as he tugged the hem down made your heart do a little twist, one you tried to disregard.
"It doesn't matter if I hate it. I need money, it's kinda important." You chuckled, watching as he rolled his eyes.
He shrugged, fingers brushing the small sliver of skin showing between your shirt and jeans as his eyes squinted down at the contact. His hair fell slightly onto his face and his teeth dug into his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed slightly. His lips looked so soft and inviting when he towered over you like that, like he was just daring you to fall into his arms.
"I'd take care of you." He mumbled absentmindedly. Though you were sure he meant it as a joke, it made the needles in your heart plunge another inch deeper.
"Yeah, right." You laughed it off, his eyes snapping back up to yours and a gentle grin spreading on his lips. His damn perfect lips that were still smeared with your lipstick. Your hand grasped around his wrist as you tugged his body along to the bathroom. In a swift motion, you had his chin in your grasp and a tissue wiping at his lips, blotting away the pink.
You tried to concentrate when his thumb grazed over the purple mark he'd left on your throat, your eyes glancing up from his lips to his eyes after a beat. You doubted he'd even noticed that he was smiling against your thumb, which had been smudging the last bit of artificial pink off his bottom lip.
"That's so sexy." He mumbled, stepping closer to you, his hand skimming your hip while the other stayed at its spot on your neck. The way his fingers brushed the underside of your jaw as he stroked the little bruise made your knees press together.
"Well, don't get too attached to it." You pulled from his grasp to turn towards the mirror, hand lifting your concealer off the sink. Your fingers moved quickly as you worked to cover the mark, earning a low whine from the man beside you. He sounded like a toddler whose favorite toy had just been ripped away.
"Don't cover it up." He complained, arms wrapping low around your hips, head falling to your shoulder as he pulled your side into his body, lips pouted dramatically. He looked incredibly cute in the reflection, which made a small grin spread on your own lips. You wondered if he did this with all the girls he slept with, if he held them and pouted when they didn't give him his way. If he made them grin and laugh in the afterglow of their intimacy.
You did your best to ignore his quiet whining as you hid the bruise and touched up your makeup. Your eyes flickered to the wall and you groaned seeing the time, running a hand through your hair before tossing it up into a messy bun, Chanyeol still enveloping your body from the side, chin planted on your shoulder.
"I'm going to be late, there's no way I can walk there in the next fifteen minutes."
"I'll drive you." He offered and chuckled at your whining tone, having dropped his. His grip slid off of you to instead fish in his back pocket for his keys. "Even if I think you should just quit."
You hurried into your room to slide on your shoes, feeling his presence behind you as you rushed to the door. With a quick lock of your door, you made your way down the stairs, Chanyeol trailing a few steps behind. You narrowed your eyes as he took his sweet time coming over to the car, unlocking and opening the door of the expensive SUV.
"Those jeans make your ass look good." He quipped in your ear as your bodies momentarily pressed together, his hand moving down to cup your ass before you moved away, climbing into the waiting car.
"Stop." You grumbled and buckled up, ignoring his sly grin. Once he climbed in and got situated, he started the car up, one hand on the steering wheel and the other moving over to grasp your thigh. He had to know how sexy he looked, steering onto the road and starting to drive. His focus was forward, his expensive wrist watch glinting in the setting sunlight as he turned the wheel fluidly.
It was silent, your gaze shifting off of Chanyeol and instead to the passing scenery. You wondered where Chanyeol would go after dropping you off. Would he go meet up with the guys or would he run off to fuck out his frustrations with another girl? Would he make her giggle and smile like he did with you? Would he make her heart thump like he did to yours?
You glanced over at his phone lying on the center console when it buzzed, a text flashing across the screen. You skimmed over it without much thought, before looking back out the window, trying to seem unfazed at the message on the screen.
Minju [19:37] :
Sounds good babe, I can't wait to see you<3
Your stomach churned at the heart tacked onto the end, the message replaying in your head over and over, pairing with the flirty smirk he'd had when he, assumingly, texted her earlier.
Right after he begged to come over and fucked you in your bed. Right after making out with you in your apartment on your sofa that was too small for his tall frame. Right after begging you to skip work and stay with him. Right before he told you he'd take care of you and pouted into your shoulder when you wouldn't give him his way.
A shallow feeling expanded in your chest, forcing yourself to swallow it down hard. You knew this was something he did, you knew he had other girls and yet you couldn't help the jealousy and hurt bubbling up in your gut. He couldn't even wait til he was out of your apartment to line up his next quick fuck. You weren't his girlfriend but were you really that insignificant to him?
You hated that you felt so hurt by the action and you hated even more that the dull ache from it had grown familiar. Chanyeol wasn't doing anything wrong, you knew from the start that you weren't in a relationship and perhaps that was why it tasted so bitter. You had gotten yourself into this mess you'd been trying desperately to convince yourself didn't exist.
You hadn't even noticed he'd pulled up outside the restaurant til his hand rubbed up and down your thigh, snapping you from your fog. Slowly, your eyes flitted from the window over to his curious face. He looked too damn cute with his eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip pushed out slightly when he pursed his lips.
"You okay?" He asked and you wanted to punch him for sounding even a little concerned. Of course you weren't okay. How could you be okay when he had the capacity to go from sexy to cute in a few mere minutes? How could you be okay when you were both jealous and frustrated with yourself all at the same time? How could you be okay when he was going to drive off to sleep with someone else?
You forced a smile as you crossed your legs, his hand slipping away and you took a silent breath of relief at the broken contact. His touch was too easily used to manipulate and sway you into getting lost in him, intentional or not. You couldn't think straight with him touching you, not when you could hear his phone buzzing again and that shallow feeling in your chest grew.
"I'm fine. I'll see you later, yeah? I'll bring my psychology notes so you can copy them." You hum, trying to sound casual as you reached down and unbuckled the belt, glancing at his phone screen quick enough to read the message waiting on it, this text having a picture tacked on the end.
Minju [19:52] :
Hurry up, I want you :(
"Sure." Chanyeol sighed, not sounding entirely convinced but his attention focused elsewhere as his hand gripped around his phone, bringing it up to his line of vision. His expression wasn't very readable as he typed and you silently wondered if he was hiding his elation for his plans because you were in the car.
You ushered the thought away with a light shake of your head, unlocking the door and beginning to slip out when his hand grasped your wrist. With a gentle tug he pulled your upper half over the center console and captured your lips in his. The kiss wasn't intense, but deep enough to warm you, his other hand raising to cup your cheek as his lips molded to yours for a few seconds.
After a beat, he pulled away, his eyes mischievous as he pecked your lips once more before speaking in somewhat deeper tone.
"Don't be jealous. I'm only going to her place because you insisted on going to work."
You tried hard to make the scoff coming from your lips sound believable, but you were well aware of the heat spreading just under your skin and the frown involuntarily spreading on your lips. Were you really that transparent?
"I'm not jealous, Chanyeol. You can do whatever you want." You commented, trying far too hard to not care as you slipped your wrist from his grasp, his grin spreading as his thumb just brushed along your cheekbone. You wanted to smack the smug, amused look off his features. It really wasn't very convincing with the small pout on your lips and you knew it, watching his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
"Mmhm, sure." He laughed and you shoved him away with a gentle push on his muscular chest, which only seemed to make him laugh harder.
"Stop sounding so cocky, asshole. I'm not jealous." You insisted and checked your appearance in the mirror quickly, making sure his kiss hadn't smeared your tinted chapstick again. You felt his presence close to your ear, lips brushing the shell of it, his palm spreading against your back.
"Whatever you say, baby." He whispered, your hand pushing the mirror closed before reaching for the door handle, not wanting to sit there and let him read you anymore. His palm slid downwards before he spoke again, his tone the faintest bit husky, "You should know by now that I'd rather be fucking you than them anyday."
You felt like your heart had tripled in speed at his words, both because of his tone but also because of the actual words. The previous shallow feeling seemed to reverse an almost painful amount, swelling to the point it may burst. You felt foolish for letting it soar your hopes higher, more foolish for the small smile that wouldn't leave your lips and even more foolish when he pulled away and a smile spread on his own, clearly happy with your reaction.
Was he just playing with you so you wouldn't be so grouchy or had he actually meant it? Chanyeol had a way with words, he could manipulate most anyone if he really wanted to, but was he doing that now? A glance at the dashboard clock and you decided now wasn't the time to dwell on it, easily slipping from his lingering grasp and getting out of the car.
"Bye, Chanyeol." You huffed, trying to not care about the cheesy grin on his features, cutting it off as you shut the door behind you and hurried inside work. You managed to clock in just barely on time and sighed heavily as you tied your hair up more properly, the faint elation unable to be wiped from your features.
That bud of feelings for him in your chest expanded as his promise of wanting you more than someone else replayed in your head. Was it stupid how such a simple phrase from him could make you feel a spark of happiness in your gut?
Yes.
Could you help it?
No.
Why did he out of all people have to have that effect on you? Had you always been that easy for him to read? If he could tell you were jealous could he tell that you were beginning to feel things for him he definitely didn't reciprocate?
Chanyeol made it simple to believe everything that came from his pouty lips was true. It wasn't even that he was necessarily lying all the time, he just knew how to phrase his words to make your insides melt. He knew when to be sweet and gentle with his touches, but also knew when to shove you down into the mattress til you were seeing stars.
The image of Chanyeol overtop of you was still fresh in your mind, making your legs subconsciously cross over each other every time you lingered on the thought. When you licked your lips you could taste his lips pressed against yours. If you closed your eyes you could still hear him panting your name into your ear mixed with the bed creaking.  It was like you were high on Chanyeol and each hit of him was getting stronger.
Your thoughts clouded your vision as you tried to listen to your nagging coworkers, who were complaining for hours, work bustling along around you. Minwoo was always ready to lecture you should you be late, Jisu usually just laughing and staring at him with hearts in her eyes. How on earth Minwoo hadn't figured out she liked him, was beyond you.
Chanyeol had been right when he mentioned you disliked your job, you waitressed at a restaurant near campus, bartending occasionally on weekends. While you made okay money, the place was constantly filled with drunk students who couldn't keep their voices at a normal level. The tables you'd had all night were either obnoxious and shouting at you, or they were staring at you so hard it felt like they were picturing you naked. Ironically enough, your own friends came to hang out sometimes, namely to annoy you more so than to eat.
You would have quit already if you didn't have a rent to pay. Your apartment was small and really not very impressive, but it was big enough for you. The only times it ever felt cramped was when your friends were over, and even then you didn't mind much.
It was no secret  that Chanyeol wasn't broke, if his obnoxiously expensive SUV he drove around didn't give it away. He usually had on an expensive looking watch, and the few times you'd been in his apartment, you were blown away by it's size. He did producing for a record company off campus, something he was pretty passionate about. It was one of the things you found cute about him, how seriously he took the songs he'd work on. Whenever your friends had study sessions he'd be sat on his laptop, bobbing his head to the beat coming from his massive headphones.
You could barely focus half the night, your mind too glued to the thoughts of Chanyeol, if he was still off fucking Minju. It was baffling how he could make your chest ache and heart race at the same time. Part of you wished you'd just skipped work like he wanted so you could have stayed at your place with him and not be consumed with the jealousy.
The hours always ticked by slowly there, table after table feeling like it lingered just long enough to bother you. Towards the end of the night your feet were sore from your worn out sneakers and your cheeks were burning from the fake smile you kept having to paint on. You were exhausted and just wanted to curl up on your bed, so naturally when your friends walked in, loud and boisterous, you were given the table.
It wouldn't have been that bad had Chanyeol not been sitting in the horseshoe shaped booth with his arm around, who you could only assume was Minju's, waist. His red hair was even messier than earlier, white t-shirt bunched and wrinkled over his chest, half covered by the too big black jacket falling off his shoulder blade. Her head was on his shoulder, hands pushing through her disheveled hair as she laughed at something Sehun said.
The sight made the little seed of hope turn to dust in your abdomen, hands tensing up and lips clamping into a thin line as you stared at the table across the room. Sehun was telling some story that had Chanyeol and Minju giggling, Minseok too focused on the book opened on the table in front of him to notice them. Jongdae was sat beside him, fingers drumming on the table top as he saw you approaching and waved, his mouth quirked into a wide smile.
You wanted to rip Minju off of Chanyeol, who was very obviously enjoying the attention she was giving him, his fingers rubbing her hip as she leaned further into him. It made you want to punch something, preferably Chanyeol's face, but you'd settle for a wall. You forced down the frustrating stings and shook it off as you approached the table, not bothering with the fake smile as you pulled your pen out from behind your ear.
"Hey guys."
Your voice seemed to catch Chanyeol's attention enough to make him look up from his position whispering to Minju, a grin on his face when his eyes flickered over your figure. You tried to black out the memory of him helping getting you dressed earlier, looking at Jongdae instead as he leaned forward in his seat.
"Don't look so unhappy!" Jongdae whined, arms folding dramatically over his chest as he frowned at you, Minseok closing his book beside him. Sehun reached his hand forward and grabbed the pen from your fingers, winking as he slipped it behind his own ear.
"I'm not unhappy, just tired of work." You laughed with a shake of your head, grabbing the pen back off of Sehun, pulling the pad of paper from your apron and looking at the three boys that didn't have a girl attached to them like a parasite. "What do you guys want?"
They rattled off their orders, your head nodding as you jotted down little notes as to not forget, chuckling as Minseok and Jongdae bickered over which sandwich to split. Your eyes then fell to Chanyeol, who was focused on Minju's hand as it rubbed up his leg, her lips pressed to his ear as she giggled something to him. You had the urge to grab her hair and yank her off, but instead cleared your throat.
"Chanyeol?" When he didn't immediately look at you, you felt your mild jealousy start to shift into annoyance, the pain in your chest seeing him so close to someone else making it amplify. You couldn't stop your eye-roll as you popped your hip out slightly to the side. "Yeol? Do you want something or not?"
His eyes finally focused on you and the look on his face made your teeth involuntarily sink into your bottom lip. His eyes were focused on you, his tongue poking out from between his flushed lips as he quirked an eyebrow at you. A smug smile took over his features as his eyes slowly slid over your body again.
"Can I have you?"
Sehun and Jongdae chuckled, unaware that he had in fact had you, about twelve hours ago in your bed, so loudly the people downstairs would probably complain again. They were used to his flirty remarks, unaware the secret meaning behind them. Your fingers subconsciously raised to your throat, rubbing the spot he'd left a bruise as you narrowed your eyes at him.
You didn't bother responding, shaking your head and shoving your pen back into your pocket, hyper aware of his eyes glued to the spot on your neck you'd been rubbing a few moments ago. You could feel the tension between the two of your raise when your eyes moved to his again to confirm your suspicions, his pupils dilated and his lips parted just enough to drive you crazy.
"Woah, what happened to your neck?" Jongdae laughed, finger pointing at the bruise now slightly visible on your throat. Of course you had to rub some of the makeup off, because why not. You caught Chanyeol's grinning in your peripheral vision as you looked at Jongdae, mouth opening and closing as you struggle for an excuse.
"Yeah, what happened to your neck? Hm?" Chanyeol's chiding tone made your eyes slit in his direction, a laugh bubbling from within his chest as he remained clearly un-intimidated. Minju was barely even acknowledging the world around her, too busy planting kisses along Chanyeol's shoulders. It made you wanna vomit, the sickness in your gut mixing with the frustration and pain and becoming just one big blob of unpleasant feelings.
"Looks like a hickey." Sehun commented dryly, arms stretching up above his head and making his his muscles flex. "Do you have a secret boyfriend we don't know about?"
Chanyeol was loving it all, you could tell by his amused smile, your body squirming under their gazes. You felt exposed, like all your secrets were spelled out for them to decipher, including that you were fucking the tallest boy at the table. It was the last thing you wanted the rest of the guys to know, you didn't have the will to explain that situation to them anytime soon.
They knew how Chanyeol was with girls, though for the most part they didn't care. Sehun wasn't exactly the relationship type either, though he didn't sleep around quite as much as Chanyeol. Jongdae had a girlfriend who went to a college across town, while Minseok stuck to himself most of the time. The four of you would joke about the stupid girls lining up to get their hearts broken by him, and yet here you were, stupidly and slowly becoming one of the very girls you mocked.
"Not a boyfriend, just a guy." You shrugged, being sure to look at Chanyeol as you spoke. "It was a nothing, he wasn't very good. I've definitely had better. His dick was the size of a tube of lipstick."
The way Sehun snorted out laughter beside you made you smile confidently, Chanyeol's little smile vanishing as his eye twitched. His jaw muscles clenched as he suddenly had no interest in Minju, his shoulder jerking to shake her off. You smiled sweetly, turning away from them and shaking your head, going to put their food in while Minseok tried to get Sehun to shut up.
It was a lie of course, but a lie that annoyed Chanyeol and at that current moment, it made the aggression in your stomach die down. You were angry at yourself for giving a shit he was here with another girl, and angry at him for not caring at all how it would make you feel. Just a few hours ago he was saying how he'd rather be with you yet there he was, letting her hang all over him when you were just a few feet away.
You supposed you could find solace knowing that Minju would be old news by next week, but at the same time you were conscious there'd be someone filling her spot soon after. It was like a never ending cyclone funneling around you, but you were stuck witnessing it from inside, where you could be hurt the most.
Your eyes found their way back over to the table as you got their drinks, teeth biting the inside of your cheek as the anger brewing in your gut faded into a stinging feeling, it spreading through your veins to every inch of you. His fingers were playing with Minju's hair, her lips pressing into his repeatedly as he unabashedly kissed her, his shoulders bunched up just enough to show his agitation.
Thinking about him sleeping with other girls hurt, but seeing one shove her tongue down his throat felt like you were being punched. At least when you imagined it he was usually there to distract you from your own emotions and say all the things you needed to hear. It pulled at your chest, to watch him all over some other girl. It made your blood boil and heart sink simultaneously, like you could cry and scream til your lungs gave out.
Chanyeol wasn't yours but your heart had decided to start thinking otherwise. Your mind was no longer in control of your emotions you were developing and that was petrifying, because you knew for a fact he didn't possess a single feeling back. He wasn't going to fall for you like all the girls dreamed he would with them, because that simply wasn't Chanyeol. You'd be lucky if he showed concern when you hurt yourself, let alone if he showed he cared in any other capacity. Perhaps that was why the scene hurt so much to watch, to register in your brain that even if he left you littered with marks, you weren't really his.
The jealousy was all consuming however, the possession you had growing over his body making your fingers move without your brain okaying the action. Your fingers were flying across your phone's screen before you could over think the action.
To; Chanyeol [ 21:54 ]:
Come over later?
Minju was busying herself kissing at his side even while he talked to the guys instead of giving her any attention, his hand combing through his mess of hair as you tapped send.
After a beat, he was shifting and pulling his phone from the pocket of his too big jacket, a little fluttering in your chest when he grinned at the screen, shoulders relaxing finally. He cocked his head to the side as his thumb moved methodically over the glass, your phone buzzing a second after he lowered it to the table.
Chanyeol [ 21:56 ]:
I'll be there baby
He wasn't yours, not in the slightest.
But for now, you could just play pretend.