HEAT • Chanrosé

seventeen

"Tunnel brothers?"

Chaeyoung winced, closing her eyes at Chanyeol's tone but she couldn't hide from this situation or his hard stare on her. She could feel his eyes straight down on her as she pulled away from his grasp.

Junhoe waltzed further into the kitchen, "Oh come on, Chief. It's when two dudes have slept with—"

"I know what it means." Chanyeol sighed in annoyance. "Thank you, Calvin Klein."

"That's not exactly an insult you know." Junhoe muttered, wiggling his brows as he spoke.

Chaeyoung wanted to shove food into her friend's mouth to get him to stop talking, but that wouldn't help. Her hands slowly buttoned up Chanyeol's jacket she had ripped open before they got interrupted, biting her lip with hesitation. He didn't seem too upset, more just annoyed.

"I can explain." She assured, finally raising her sight to his. Her chest almost sighed in relief noticing that the rich brown wasn't a blazing fire like they normally were when he was upset.

"Please do."

Junhoe hopped to sit into the counter, hovering and smelling the food she had made but had been forgotten for a moment. "Don't worry, Chief. We aren't bumping uglies anymore."

"Junhoe, why are you here?" Chaeyoung gritted through her teeth, whipping around to glare at him. Was the look on Chanyeol's face not enough to shut him up?

"You weren't answering your phone. I wanted to see if you had heard from Jungkook." A thick brow arched, "But you were busy."

Her friend ignored her deepening glare, picking up the large chopsticks to pick at the tteokbokki. Junhoe was almost completely over the shock of finding her and Chanyeol, like he wasn't even phased.

"I saw this coming. Call me an intellectual." He smirked, popping a rice cake into his mouth. "I know eye-fucking when I see it."

"That's not for you." Chaeyoung grabbed the chopsticks from his hand, moving the pan away from her friend's reach.

"No but I think I deserve it after walking in with his hand gripped on your ass so tightly you probably have marks." He sassed back before turning to Chanyeol with smug approval. "Nice, by the way."

"Can you leave?" She could feel her nostrils flaring. Junhoe was no help, whatsoever.

"Nah. I'm going to cock block you two some more while you tell me how this—," He took the chopsticks back, pointing them in between her and Chanyeol. "—happened. Was it after the strip club? I don't blame you, man. She looked fine as hell up there."

"Watch it." Chanyeol warned darkly.

"Awe, cute. Chae, he's jealous." Junhoe chimed with sincerity, bumping her shoulder with his forearm. Normally, she would find this comical but with her in the middle, it suddenly wasn't funny.

She took a deep breath in to calm herself, sending Chanyeol an apologetic look. He just crossed his arms and pinched at his nose, awaiting the headache that would be Junhoe. There was no use in fighting it, he would only continue to pester information out of them.

"It happened a week or two after I moved in." Chaeyoung mumbled. She gave in.

"Is the scratches on his back were from you?" Junhoe teased, his voice morphing into a laugh. "This is hilarious. So that's why Jungkook thinks you're dating someone."

"What?" She glanced at Chanyeol. His teeth were biting at the inside of his cheek, making her suspicions grow about what had made him so harsh earlier. "Is that all he said?"