Calling On My Angels [ Chanrosé ]

1. Make Do Family

"Good morning." Chaeyoung called tiredly, walking into the humble little cafe she was glad to call her place of work.

It was a cheery little place, small in size, but well-decorated and comfy in the interior. Not to mention the incredible baked goods that Kyungsoo whipped up, and the famed blends of teas and coffees that came from the talented mind of Jongdae.

Just like the building, the work force was also small, only consisting of five people: Jongdae, Kyungsoo and the three waitresses, herself, Jisoo and Wendy. But that was how she liked it. They were a tight team and the closest of friends, the familiarity of the four people providing the consistency that Chaeyoung felt she needed.

Calls of hellos welcomed her, each sounding from a different part of the cafe; Kyungsoo from the quaint kitchen and Jongdae from the back room. Immediately in front of her was Jisoo, on top of a foot ladder, checking the stock of the coffee blends in the cabinet behind the till.

"There's no Wendy this morning, so you're gonna have to handle the floor with me today. Jongdae will do the till." Jisoo called, her back to Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung let out an audible sigh. She hated doing table waiting, especially when she wasn't in the greatest of moods. Due to the fleeting presence of Chanyeol, Chaeyoung had scarcely gotten any sleep, her mind keeping her awake until the darkness faded to light. She had only managed a mere two hours before her blaring alarm clock pulled her from the pleasant dream she was having.

In fact, Chaeyoung never felt like working full stop after a night with Chanyeol. He never failed to put her in a pissy mood, be it his cutting remarks or the way he always made her second guess every interaction of theirs. Chanyeol never failed to bring out the worst in her.

Maybe it was because she only ever saw the worst of him.

Hearing her laboured sigh, Jisoo spun around, her long black hair flowing in a spiral around her. A worried look took over her face as she observed Chaeyoung's dark under eyes and sullen face.

"Oh no." The small girl leaped to the ground, closing the glass fronted door of the cabinet. "I know that look."

Jisoo did indeed. She knew all about the affairs of Chaeyoung and Chanyeol.

Whilst Chanyeol had strictly told her not to talk to anyone about their agreement, Chaeyoung couldn't help but spill everything to Jisoo. More than anything, she needed someone she could rationally talk with, someone unclouded by the spell he put on people. Out of all the cafe staff, she was definitely closest to Jisoo, the older girl acting as a big sister in her own's absence.

Jisoo wasn't impressed by Chanyeol in the slightest, despite his handsome face. This was why she was the perfect candidate fro Chaeyoung's rants. She had heard second hand from Chaeyoung just how unpleasant and cold he could be, leading her to wonder why Chaeyoung put up with it.

Truth be told, she didn't know why she put up with it. She just did. That was how Chanyeol was and how he had always been.

"You saw him again, didn't you?" Jisoo questioned disapprovingly as she sat on the stool in in front of the till, leaning her head on her hands.

In her tired state, Chaeyoung flung her bag on the counter with a large clunk and rubbed her eyes, a last ditch attempt to wake herself up. "It was a Sunday yesterday." She spoke matter-of-factly, yawning and stretching high. Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel the sting of disappointment that radiated from Jisoo's pupils.

"When will enough be enough?"

Enough? Chaeyoung felt like she had already had enough. But she somehow went back to him every time, inviting him in whenever he knocked on her door, reciprocating his fleeting kisses, allowing him to strip her bare.