Calling On My Angels [ Chanrosé ]

Prelude

"So I'll see you Wednesday, same time?" He spoke nonchalantly, buckling his belt. Chaeyoung nodded, running a hand through her messy hair, her bare form covered by the white sheet she clutched to her chest.

Without another word he left, making sure to pick up his phone on the way out. Chaeyoung's eyes followed his retreating figure until she heard the click of her front door, still holding onto hope he'd say something more. Sighing, she dragged herself out of bed towards the welcoming arms of her shower, needing the wave of warm water to help cleanse her mind.

She always felt this way after he left, confusion and a strange emptiness bubbling inside her. Him leaving had always been a part of their agreement but she couldn't help but feel empty when he quickly got dressed as soon as they were finished.

The warm water always aided in easing her thoughts, the muddled mess that he created.

Chanyeol Park. The name that everyone knew yet few had the pleasure of actually knowing.

Notorious in the LA underground scene, Chanyeol was the cocky and self-indulgent bassist of a popular alternative band. He was exactly what you'd expect a man in his mid-twenties to be like when they were suddenly given an audience for their overfed ego to perform to. He was was narcissistic, a complete asshole, and yet Chaeyoung couldn't deny the pull she felt to him.

She wondered how she had managed to get tangled up in his mess of a life.

They had first met one eventful night six months ago at a local club. Chaeyoung was prepared for a good and wholesome night with her best friends, dancing and drinking the night away. But as soon as he walked in, entourage in haul, she knew that wouldn't happen. His gaze was laser-focused on her the entire night.

Her night ended underneath him, moaning his name for the very first time.

With his experience, it was no surprise that he was amazing in bed, more than amazing. Undoubtably the best she'd ever had. That was probably why she was still in this predicament six months later.

That night he presented her with a proposition as he pulled his jeans back on.

Friends with benefits.

In her drunken, post-sex haze she agreed, not being able to foresee the consequences. There was no friends aspect of their agreement, just benefits, if you could call being used as a regular 'stress relief' a benefit. In fact, Chaeyoung knew nothing about him that wasn't stated on his wikipedia page.

Chanyeol always left her wanting more. She missed the way others would flop beside her after exhausting all their energy. She missed having someone to sleep next to. She missed the sweetness of being in a relationship. In general, she missed intimacy, and not the kind that involved Chanyeol balls deep inside her.

Although, she would never allow herself to fall for someone like him, Chaeyoung often found herself wondering what being in a relationship with Chanyeol Park would be like. Whether he was the kind to hold hands or, or the kind to have a weird sleeping habit. Whether he was a big or little spoon? The answers to those she supposed she'd never know.

The one thing she did know was that he wasn't a fan of monogamy. Being the indulgent little creature he was, it was surely no surprise that he didn't limit himself to one woman. In fact, there were handfuls of others. Girls just like her, pining for something more from the utterly desirable man.

Chanyeol had this sick sort of rota, a schedule depicting which days he would spend with which girl. Although she did have to share him, Chaeyoung at least felt some pride in being his favourite, the only girl in his hareem to hold two days of the week: Sunday and Wednesday.

Not that her being his favourite aided in easing her mind. Chaeyoung often found herself feeling jealous as she laid in her bed alone on the nights that weren't hers, knowing that there was another girl underneath him as she thought.

That was probably why she felt so muddled after he left. She knew she was his favourite, but nothing about his actions showed her that. During sex he was all licks of flames and blasts of fire, drawing out the most erotic sounds from her mouth, bringing her body to the peak of pleasure. But once done, he was ice cold, barely speaking to her except to confirm their next meeting. And yet, Chaeyoung couldn't stop herself.

Showering that night didn't seem to be enough to rid her scrambled brain of the confusing thoughts, finding herself unable to fall asleep. Her life used to be so simple, so unproblematic. But that was all before Chanyeol Park.

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I'm so bored in quarantine despite having so much uni work to do, so I decided to post this a little earlier than I was originally going to.

I'm so excited for this, it's my first time writing something this long, so bear with me while I try to adjust lmao. I hope to have the first official chapter up within two weeks. Hopefully.