Chaennie Smuts [one - shots] ♡

Intoxicating

Bad girl Chaeng on this one, enjoy !

Also long ass shot because the previous one was short af so as an apology I give you this one

Chaeyoung POV

The music is thudding. Busy conversation. Loudness all around you. I see her. The girl i can't help but keep my eyes on. Glued. She's overly animated in some form of drunken conversation with some random guy who probably won't remember her name tomorrow. She doesn't seem to notice. She flirts. A touch on his bicep. A slow sultry sweep of the eyes, raking him over. Until her eyes follow through, landing on mines from across the crowded room. And it's all very strange. Because she's looking at me and she's not looking away. Her eyes are lingering for mere moments longer than they should. It's too much. I was the first to avert eye-contact. And suddenly i need air.

The night air outside on the back porch just isn't quite soothing enough. One swift spark from my lighter and the smoke from my cigarette fills my lungs and the nicotine calms my mind. It's fine. Well really, it's not. "You know that's horrendously bad for your voice." Jennie's voice scolds inside my head. There she goes again. In my head. I'm not sober enough to tell myself to know better, and i'm not wasted enough to not care. Drunk enough though, to not be able to filter her out of my brainwaves.

I resign myself to the steps in front of her, taking the brief moment of silence to look into the darkness.

"Shut. Up." I mutter under my breath, as i take another soothing drag.

Even when she's not here, she still manages to invade my mind. The way she has this pull on me. It drives me mad. Because no one ever gets in the way she has. If it weren't for the attentive touches , the constant invasion my personal space, the fact that she seems to always deliberately catch my eye just to smile at me from across the room and the fact i've seen her completely and unabashedly naked ( she can be wild sometimes ) ; these persistent thoughts and feelings wouldn't be so frustratingly difficult to control. Yes. If it weren't for those simple and inconvenient factors, i would be completely and utterly free of thoughts in anyway shape or form related to Kim Jennie. Fuck.

"Uh -who are you talking to?" Interrupts a female voice.

I turn briefly to confirm my suspicions as to the identity of the voice's owner.

"Ahh hey. Just me and my bad self, Lisa."

"Wassup with you, kid? You're seeming a bit more anti-social tonight than usual." She jests, plonking down to sit next to me, handing me a cup of beer.

"What an asshole." I tease, taking a sip of my newly acquired beverage.

"You love it."

"Always."

She pulls me in for a side to side hug, as i let your head fall to her shoulder. She knows something's up. And she knows who it's up about.

"It's her again, isn't it?"

"Lisaaaa..."

"What...! You get all mopey and boozy when it's about her. You're so dark and tortured."

"Have I mentioned that you're an asshole? Because you're an asshole."

"Why not just down a few more shots, bed the girl- give her that dick get all this sexual tension bullshit out in the open and get on with our lives?"

"Says the hopeless romantic."

"Come on Chaeng. Stop wallowing. I hate to play the tough love card, but if all you're going to do every time you see her like this is run away , you'll never know what you're missing."