Pairing: Sehun/Chanyeol, Baekhyun/Chen
Length: ~800 words
The club music pounded against Chanyeol’s ears as he watched the swaying bodies on the dancefloor. Nursing his beer against his cheek, he tucked his legs underneath the chair he was sitting on. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that to Sehun earlier. If only Chanyeol had kept his mouth shut he could have been a part of the wiggling mass of bodies with his hands on Sehun’s hips.
“Having fun?” Jongdae laughed as he slipped into the empty seat next to him, pulling a giggling Baekhyun into his lap.
“Can you and your harlot go somewhere else please. Don’t you know someone brooding over a broken heart when you see one?” Chanyeol snapped. He threw his head back to down more of his beer.
“Oh. Sorry,” Jongdae said, sounding anything but apologetic. Baekhyun was attacking his throat with messy open-mouthed kisses and Jongdae raised a hand to his boyfriend’s head, stroking through the dark brown locks. “I didn’t realize someone woke up on the asshole side of the bed this morning.” His lips curved into a half smirk and Chanyeol wanted to wring his skinny neck.
Baekhyun leaned forward to nip at Jongdae’s earlobes playfully, and Chanyeol turned away from the loving display, a knot growing in the pit of his stomach. He stroked his hand over the neck of the beer bottle thoughtfully before taking another swig. Then he put the bottle aside and pulled out his phone.
0 new messages
Chanyeol sighed as he scrolled through the list of contacts, hesitating when he reached “Omija.” The photo for Sehun’s contact profile was an old selca they took together in high school, and Chanyeol smiled at the stiff collars and dark ties.
He thought back fondly on how Sehun would rip his necktie from his throat at the end of the day, and Chanyeol’s eyes would linger on the pale expanse of flesh peeking out between the collar of his undershirt and dress shirt.
Then came the days that Chanyeol pulled the tie from Sehun’s throat slowly, and he watched Sehun’s adams apple bob between the walls of the oppressive uniform collar.
Hesitantly, Chanyeol pressed the call button.
It rang once. Twice. Three times.
Chanyeol hung up.
He started typing out a text message (i'm sorry…r u still mad?) before deleting it and starting another (where r u?) and then another (r u ok?).
He slipped the phone back into his pocket without having sent a single text.
Chanyeol was a third of the way through his second beer when he tried Sehun’s phone again (four rings this time).
He tried again at half way through his beer (You've reached Oh Sehun, please leave a message after the- ).
And right before he started the third beer (...please leave a message after the beep. beeeeeeeeeep).
The number you've dialed is currently unavaila-
Somewhere between beer number one and beer number three Chanyeol realized that Jongdae and Baekhyun left and he folded his feet onto the chair beside him, pointedly ignoring any stares.
Somewhere between beers four and five he heard a voice.
“Can you please stop calling me?”
There was a playful lilt to the voice and Chanyeol looked up to Sehun’s curled lips.
And just like that, Chanyeol felt winded.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say- I just-” the words fell out of him clumsily and Sehun’s eyebrows unknotted.
He curled his hands over Chanyeol’s shoulders, squeezing them gently before dragging higher to his neck, his ears and hair. The long fingers were soothing as they scraped lightly against his scalp and Chanyeol unconsciously closed his eyes.
The fingers slipped lower and yanked on his ears.
Chanyeol gasped in pain and looked up at Sehun with wide eyes.
“It’s fine,” Sehun mumbled through his smile, pulling on Chanyeol’s ear harder until Chanyeol finally got the cue to stand up.
He wrapped his arms around the younger boy, sighing in relief as the slight frame fit against him. ”I mean it though. No matter how dumb your hair looks now I shouldn’t have said that it looks like Kai puked lucky charms on your head.”
Sehun’s body stiffened, but then he pushed his head into Chanyeol’s neck. “You didn’t hear me saying anything when your hair looked like a fried poodle,” he muttered reproachfully against the crook of his neck.
Startled, the older boy pulled back. “What?! You mean you didn’t like my perm? But you said-“
Sehun’s lips jutted out into a pout and he dragged Chanyeol forward so their foreheads could touch. “Shhhh, this is about you being an jerk, not about your previous fashion disasters.”
Chanyeol’s body went limp. “Oh right. Well. Sorry.”
“It’s okay now,” Sehun mumbled, leaning down to pull Chanyeol in for a languid kiss.
When they left the club later, Chanyeol leaned in to whisper, “You didn’t mean what you said about my perm right? You loved the perm. Right?”
Sehun turned away so that Chanyeol couldn’t see him roll his eyes. “Of course I didn’t mean it.”
And Chanyeol grinned, snaking an arm around Sehun to pull his boyfriend closer to his side.
A/N: Spontaneously written at mei because this photo just screamed dejected Chanyeol sitting around a club to me.