Calling On My Angels [ Chanrosé ]

4. His Bed

"Let's get out of here."

"Okay." Chaeyoung whispered, barely audible. But Chanyeol knew as soon as she opened her mouth that she was agreeing, a triumphant smile spreading over his face like wildfire. Once again, he had managed to get her right where he wanted her.

"Let's go then." Chanyeol spoke whilst hastening to his feet. His hand found the small of her back as he began to to lead them towards the green exit sign, the colour acting as his go ahead.

But Chaeyoung wasn't alone. If she left right then, the three bodies dancing downstairs would surely wonder where she was.

"Chanyeol, wait." She called, pulling on the side of his shirt. Chanyeol turned to face her, visibly irritated at being interrupted. His clenched jaw and rolling eyes spoke louder than his following words.

"What?" He jabbed, peering down at her with his intimidating glare, using his height to his advantage.

"My friends." She spoke quietly, looking anywhere apart from his eyes. Chaeyoung knew this was a bad idea. She knew it. And yet, here she was, feeling just as vulnerable as he always made her. Chaeyoung wasn't a weak person, but he always seemed to shake her to her core, leaving her feeling as small as the mice that hid behind the dumpster at the cafe.

She wasn't kidding when she said he brought out the worst in her.

"What about them?" He huffed, crossing his arms in indignance.

"I have to tell them I'm leaving." She replied, daring to meet his eyes. They remained just as rattling as ever, but the glaze over them suggested he was considering her point.

"Fine." He sighed after several seconds of deliberation. "But be quick."

Chaeyoung's feet hurriedly took her to ledge of the top floor, placing her hands on the cool glass barrier of the fence. The chill of the surface helped to calm her heavily beating heart as she scoured the bottom floor for her three, probably highly intoxicated, friends. She heaved a sigh of relief when she spotted them quickly, still in the same place she had last seen them.

Whilst Jongdae and Jisoo were red in the face from their alcohol consumption, Wendy seemed fine, acting just as wildly as normal. It was often hard to tell the difference between Wendy drunk or sober. She acted the same in both scenarios.

A giggle escaped Chaeyoung's lips as she observed Jongdae spin the two girls into his chest to the tune of "Gimme, Gimme, Gimme". The tune which Jongdae claimed made him feel like one of the girls. She was so lucky to have those stupid idiots as her friends. With them, there was never a dull moment.

Chaeyoung pushed sweaty body after sweaty body aside, sighing with relief as she saw the dark hair of Jisoo come to her vision. But it was Jongdae who noticed her first, throwing one arm up in the air whilst the other pointed directly at her. "Chae." He screamed, beckoning with his finger.

She happily obliged, purposefully shimmying her shoulders on her way over to her group of idiots. When she reached them, Jongdae slung an arm over her shoulder, using his other hand to irritatingly ruffle her well-done hair.

"Glad to see you. We were getting worried, kiddo." He slurred, definitely being the most drunk out of the four of them.

Chaeyoung turned her attention to Wendy, her seeming to be the most sober. "I'm leaving. I'll see you guys tomorrow." She shouted over the music.

"Did operation 'get Chaeyoung laid' work?" Jisoo squealed excitedly, hoping that one of her plans had finally been successful.

Well, Chaeyoung was going to be getting some tonight. Just not from who they expected. "Um...I guess." She shrugged, brushing off the question.