Sehun and Jongin drag Ji Hye to the club a couple weeks after her twenty first birthday and Chanyeol is antsy.

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“Hey, it’s Chanyeol. Again. You were supposed to be home… two hours ago. I’m – Joonmyun hyung’s getting nervous. Sehun and Jongin aren’t picking up and, uh, neither are you. So, um, call me back? Please?”

Chanyeol sighs as he hangs up after leaving another message on Ji Hye’s voicemail. He doesn’t want to be worried, but he is because when the maknaes are together and out, that usually spells trouble. He blanches as he thinks about the time the three maknaes had gone on a shopping trip together and decided it was a good idea to buy a box of condoms and leave it in various places for maximum discomfort. He can’t help but think of the first time Joonmyun had found a under his bed and demanded to know if he and Ji Hye were – yeah, he’d rather not complete that thought.

“Can you stop pacing like some worried wife?” Baekhyun sighs in exasperation, not even looking up from his book. “It’s giving me a headache.”

“You can always leave,” Chanyeol snaps before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sorry. I’m just – ”

“ – acting like some worried wife,” Baekhyun completes. “Can you, like, not? Ji Hye’s an adult now. You’re her boyfriend, not her keeper.”

“But, maknaes.” Chanyeol flails and nearly hits himself in the face. “Did you forget the incident?”

Baekhyun lets out a bark of laughter. “Nobody’s forgotten the incident. Remember when Joonmyun thought you and Ji Hye were having ?”

“Please don’t bring that up ever again.” He’d really like to forget that because Joonmyun had been extremely offended at the thought of him ‘defiling’ their precious, ‘innocent’ (you have no idea how much Chanyeol had to stop himself from laughing) maknae. That being said, they’re both healthy, hormonal adults and Ji Hye starts most of it anyway.

Baekhyun's face changes a little. “Wait, you mean you two are – ”

“This isn’t a conversation I want to have with you!” the taller yells, his face burning and it’s not from the summer air.

His best friend gapes at him, book resting on his stomach. “Oh my god, if Joonmyun finds out, he’s going to kill you both.”

“Like you and Kyungsoo didn’t make good use of those condoms.”

“… You’re right; this isn’t a conversation we should be having. Ever.”

“Thank you.”

It’s at that moment the door is flung – kicked open and the three maknaes stumble into the dorm, falling to the floor in a heap of limbs, maroon hair (nobody knows why the company ever thought it would be a good idea to give the maknae line matching hair colours) and leather jackets.

There’s a groan, followed by a giggle and Sehun’s annoying yehet. Suddenly, the huge lump in the middle of the hallway is erupting into giggles.

“Get off me, you fat asses,” Ji Hye’s annoyed voice floats up from the giggling, muffled by Jongin's shoulder pressed up against her lips. There’s the briefest flash of jealousy when Chanyeol notices Sehun sprawled across Ji Hye’s back, Jongin's arm draped comfortably over her waist. Mine flashes through his head and it’s with great pleasure that he drags Sehun and Jongin off his girlfriend by their collars like they’re puppies. They whine, but their complaints die when he deposits them on the couch so they can be gross together.

Ji Hye looks like a mess, her hair in disarray and her jacket hanging off a shoulder. There’s a distinct flush on her pale cheeks from alcohol and her eyes are a little clouded over, but she’s definitely more sober than the two maknaes currently making out on the couch.

“Thanks,” she breathes, her hand snaking up Chanyeol's torso to rest on the back of his neck. She pulls him down, tiptoeing to meet his lips halfway.

There was a time when Chanyeol would have been hesitant about kissing her in the middle of the hallway, but that’s all in the past; really though, it’s a miracle they managed to hide the fact that they’re a thing for two years seeing as they’re both horrible at keeping secrets.

There’s the tartness to from the alcohol she’s no doubt drank and it somehow has Chanyeol pressing his lips to Ji Hye’s harder. Fire races through his veins at the thought of someone being pressed close against his girlfriend in the club, hands roaming her body the way he does and when he breaks away to press his forehead against hers, his eyes open and there’s red at the edges of his vision.

“You didn’t answer my calls,” he growls into the space between their lips. Annoyance skitters across his skin as he realises he’s left fourteen messages on her phone and gotten exactly zero calls left.

Her gaze drops to his lips and it’s difficult to ignore the lazy smirk that settles on her lips. “Sorry. Sehun stole my phone after your third call and wouldn’t give it back.”

His arms tighten, crushing her to his chest. She doesn’t seem to be protesting the action. “You could have gotten it back.” He knows how quick- she is and he figures if being an idol didn’t work out for her, Ji Hye would make a lot of money as a lucrative pickpocket.

Her fingers thread into his hair, even if she has to lean into his chest. “He put it in his back pocket. Do you really want my hand that close to his non-existent ?”

No, he doesn’t. Mine, he thinks aggressively as he tugs on her hair and crushes his lips to hers. There’s nothing tender about the kiss, all teeth and tongue. There’s a sharp, sweet tang that he figures must be those fruity drinks that girls like to sip on, but there’s also something sour that Chanyeol doesn’t doubt is the tequila that Sehun and Jongin had tipped into . It mingles with the spicy taste that is Ji Hye and has him groaning into the kiss. There’s something smug about the way she nips his bottom lip and his tongue with hers.

“You planned it, didn’t you?” he asks, amazement creeping in his voice to mix with the irritation and it annoys him the way he wants her so much.

He can see her eyes glint through her hooded eyes and another growl leaves his lips. “Now, why would you think that,” she says breathlessly, one hand gripping his shirt while the other scratches his scalp in a way that has fire bursting into flame in the pit of his stomach. “Jealous?”

He doesn’t let another word escape because it’s too busy being occupied with his own. He has her backed up against the wall, a leg curled around his thigh to pull him closer. There’s a squeak behind him.

“Can you not?” Baekhyun squawks. “First the hormonal couple over by the couch, then you two.”

Huh. Chanyeol had forgotten Baekhyun was sitting there. Chanyeol breaks away from her lips again, ignoring her grunt of disapproval. It’s not as easy to ignore her lips trailing down his jaw and to his neck, hard enough for bruises to threaten to mar his skin, even if he knows they won’t; coordi noonas are scary to deal with, as Chanyeol remembers when he left a particularly dark mark across her collarbone a couple months ago. It had been a week’s worth of sweaters and three weeks’ worth of concealer covering it.

“Bed,” he pants into her ear, a hand tangled in her hair. Her hand slips under his shirt and he shudders, her hands freezing against his hot skin. She whines and presses her face into the crook of his neck as he hooks his hands under her thighs and hoists her up so she’s clinging onto him like a koala.

Who’d have thought an inebriated Ji Hye would be so touchy?

“Might I remind you that I’m in the bedroom next to you?” Baekhyun calls out.

The only reply he gets is the slam of a door, followed by a long, drawn-out moan.

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Because Ailee and Hyorin did Telephone and because Chanyeol. I am having Chanyeol feels and I think he's very y even though his face malfunctions all the time.

If I was drunk I'd rub myself all over him like a cat in heat okay. Especially if he was wearing glasses. I love me Changlasses. He like looks smart when we all know he's an idiot.

So, like, if you like Ji Hye, I'd really like it if you, like, nominate her for the 2013 AFF Fanfics Awards? Like, idk man. I know, so shameless bad me. Link is there so... yeah. Please?

Lol another snippet I don't have the mental capacity for full fics atm sorry