First time is on me (Second time is on you) for endlesstars
For: endlesstars
Title: First time is on me (Second time is on you)
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Kai
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): mentions of alcoholism, brief sexual situations at the end
Length: 3169w
Summary: Chanyeol is a divorce attorney who unexpectedly falls for his client’s soon-to-be ex-husband.
Author's note (optional): a big thanks to taopings for holding my hand and being there for all my whining and capital locks induced pain. First of all requester I'm so sorry. I literally had to get four extensions for this. Secondly, I have this weird need to make my characters have the same habits as me so Chanyeol is a little bit OCD. Also there is no sad ending or character death because even if you had not requested it, well I'm a sap and I believe in happy endings (sorta).
This time it was a model and a biologist. The model's name was Oh Sehun - a recovering alcoholic and self-proclaimed sex addict. The man was a dancer before hitting the scotch a bit too hard, which ruined his career.
He was, by all means, a quiet and unassuming man. Every session he would come in, dressed to the nines of course, and would speak in subdued tones when discussing his assets and the divorce.
Chanyeol would sit on the leather chair, would point at the binder of information Tao had compiled while Sehun would stare at Chanyeol and occasionally make comments on his suggestions.
Chanyeol never met the biologist until two months had passed by in meetings through the phone.
Unfortunately for him, the biologist was the hot brunette he had met at the bar four months prior.
The July sun burned upon Chanyeol’s body; the ridiculously tight jeans Tao had bullied him into wearing were currently plastered to his skin, the white fabric hiding nothing and clearly illuminating his lower regions. The fabric of the blazer had his skin itching, and on top of that, the people in the queue behind him were crowding into his personal space. If it wasn’t for Tao standing next to him with an almost-too-firm grip on his right bicep, then he might have made a dash to his car so as to avoid the teenager next to him who was currently feeling him up. Still, he saw Tao make a point of removing her hand from his backside and look all so disgusted as if touching her hand was as bad as a woman digging through the garbage in the back of a Gucci store. Needless to say she didn't try touching him again.
As it was, he had entered the club all willy-nilly, and the night was off to a horrid start. The lights glowed a deep purple, giving a fluorescent tint to the twenty-somethings who held beers in one hand while they jammed out to the latest dubstep release. This time it was an English song (weren't they all), and Chanyeol was getting real sick of the atmosphere real fast. The smell of sweat along with stale beer assaulted his senses. He was about to leave when he spotted a brunette in a gold jacket currently sprawled on the dance floor, seemingly searching for something.
Chanyeol was fed up - the smells were overwhelming, the people were drunk and disgusting, and hey here there was, a nice stranger who looked in need of help, a perfect escape.
It took him a few well placed jabs to reach the dance floor where the brunette was, but when Chanyeol bent down to help the stranger, he was struck by how attractive the man was - caramel hair almost covered his chocolate eyes which shone bright even in the dark club. The man's lips were full, fuller than any woman's and his collarbones were perfectly shaped, frivolously showcased by a graphic wife beater.
"Are you in need of help?" The words seem to float out of Chanyeol’s mouth before he can stop them.
The stranger's eyes crinkled, seemingly at odds with the quite obviously out-of-place man, with his lost eyes and bemused expression, offering to help him.
"Excuse me?"
Chanyeol stomach gurgled, flip flopping and tumbling until the stranger spoke, rubbing his head and inclining his head towards Chanyeol.
"Um. Do you need help?"
"Thanks, I was actually in need of help. I dropped my phone somewhere and I've been looking for thirty minutes or so? The people don't exactly make it easy to search," he gestured to all the other clubbers dancing frantically.
Chanyeol reached out to grab the man's shoulder, planning on helping him stand up, but one glance at how the man looked at him had Chanyeol backpedaling into a handshake.
"Hi my name is Chanyeol, what's yours?"
The guy looks at him him funny, and Chanyeol realized how ridiculous this looked; the dude was kneeling on a floor and Chanyeol had his hand reached out for a handshake.
"Jongin. Kim Jongin" he says, eyeing Chanyeol with weary eyes.
"So um, where was the last place you remember having it? "
The man, no - Kim Jongin looked at him sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck before he chokes out the word bathroom. Fuck Chanyeol did not want to go in there, but he had already offered his help.
The bathroom was like all other club bathrooms: disgusting. Used condoms lay discarded by the sink; peeling paint covered the walls along with splotches that Chanyeol was certainly not going to question lest he risk vomiting, the stalls being in the same condition. As Chanyeol looked around he even found a glory hole and jesus he needed to get out of here before he touched something with ten thousand types of bacteria.
Funny thing was, Kim Jongin had no qualms about dropping to his hands and knees on the floor, leaning close to the floor so he could check the stall floors. Bile rose in Chanyeol's esophagus, threatening to paint Jongin’s pretty little tee and the bathroom floor with the steak tips and the four beers he'd just knocked back not an hour ago. Jongin rose from kneeling and walked toward Chanyeol, reaching forth to clap him on the back but Chanyeol moved just out of reach.
Jongin frowned, but didn't comment on Chanyeol's movement, only offering a shrug and a quick "well it's not in here" before making his way out of the bathroom. Chanyeol followed him, making sure his skin did not touch the door.
This lead to their current situation, sitting at the bar while trying to get the bartender's (Jongin tells him that his name is Chen) attention and failing with all the drunk people surrounding him. It is only after practically screaming for five minutes that Chen comes over to them with an exasperated sigh.
"What the fuck is it now Jongin, you know not to bother me while I'm on the floor!" Chen exclaims, head whipping back to the left when he hears a customer call for another beer before looking back to Jongin.
Jongin reaches over the bar and flicks Chen's forehead.
"Dude, what the fuck?!!"
"Have you seen my phone? I dropped it somewhere and was wondering if anyone had brought one up here."
Chen glanced at Jongin, seemingly in disbelief at Jongin's audacity before he shook his head no and made his way back to the throng of customers.
Chanyeol sat there, wondering what the fuck he had gotten himself into. Jongin stared at Chanyeol and shrugged before pulling out a beer from under the counter and popping one open, taking a long drag and setting the beer on the counter.
Chanyeol found himself with the sudden need to leave before this man's strangeness rubs off in him; sure Jongin is a very, very attractive stranger, but Chanyeol just wants to go home and bury himself in the stark white case files and the smell of freshly pressed ink.
"Hey, um. You have Facebook right? How about I add you on Facebook, we text your phone, and if anyone texts back then I'll message you on Facebook and you can go pick it up?" Chanyeol offers, placing his phone on the bar and looking very pointedly at the wall so as to not see Jongin’s next expression
Jongin coughs, and reaches for the phone, quickly pulling up his Facebook and sending the friend request, then pulling up the messages and typing out a message to his phone before setting the phone back on the bar.
Chanyeol grabs his phone and stands up from his chair, lingering in his spot out of awkwardness. Luckily Jongin saves him from his inner turmoil, clapping Chanyeol on the back and barking out a quick, “thanks bro,” before wandering off towards the direction of the dance floor. Chanyeol finds himself disgusted and fascinated at the same time. He leaves the club with a backward glance, telling himself he wanted to wave goodbye to Tao but subconsciously wanting another glance at the brunette stranger named Jongin who managed to attract and repel him.
Most of September turns out to be just as boring as August, a few divorce cases but nothing too hard. Mid September is when Chanyeol finally gets a bit of excitement in his life. The phone bursts into activity, even through the thick mahogany door Chanyeol can hear the intense ringing from his secretary's desk. Chanyeol frowned, thinking back to last week when he had asked Baekhyun to lower the volume on the ringer, and wow since when was the ringtone Twinkle? The fact that the phone rang for a good four minutes and Baekhyun had still not answered the phone was absurd, how much was he paying Baekhyun and he couldn't even answer a phone call?
Oh Sehun, age 24. Majored in Dance at K-ARTS and graduated with a job already lined up since sophomore year. He had performed with the major Korean artists and did a bit of international work as well. As Sehun confessed it was the after party for Korea's representative artist - Exo that he had been introduced to alcohol. Sure, he had had a bit of soju here and there, but it wasn't until that party that he had his first taste of whiskey and moonshine.
Granted whiskey and moonshine weren’t exactly legally available in Korea, but when you were an idol, these rules weren’t as strict. A few sips here and there turned into a mini bottle, which lead to a night of fuzziness and a flash of colors. Sehun woke up the next morning with lip gloss on his collar and a group of numbers that were not in his phone before. The following after party lead him to a Bae Suzy, a brunette with a penchant for short skirts and a talent for stashing rum bottles in her bra. He refused of course, he had heard of the idols who had gotten caught up in the lifestyle - carried home their ego and the belief that they were the most important people in the world. They had let the blind infatuation of their fans inflate their head and became monsters; Sehun was just a regular boy with above average looks and good enough dancing, one never would have picked him the type to become an alcoholic within the span of a couple months, nor the type to let a mere drink bleed into his career and send him crashing onto the rocks, a simple shred away from having no career left at all.
“Excuse me? Are you even listening?” The woman, what was her name again - Hara, fumes.
Chanyeol jerks his head up, vision slowly blurring as his sighs change from the piece of paper outlining Sehun’s past to one of Hara’s pissed off face.
“I’m very sorry, what were you saying?”
Hara clears her throat, throwing a very pointed look at Chanyeol before continuing.
“I need to find a way around a prenup.”
Chanyeol schools his expression into blank disinterest, making sure to keep his revulsion out of his facial features. Why did all these fake bitches come to him for divorce troubles?
“Do you have any children Mrs. Goo?” Chanyeol questions.
“Yes, a boy twelve years of age and a girl of three years.”
“Technically speaking, the fastest way to invalidate a prenup is through the means of claiming that the prenup will deprive children of financial support.”
Hara nods, a small smirk upon her lips.
The door is a reddish brown - mahogany, and just as pristine and crisp as the suit that the biologist's lawyer wears. He steps through the door with a blank look upon his face, each step deliberate as the next. The only thing marring his attractive looks is the ratstache that lives on his upper lip. He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a card, Choi Siwon, attorney at law. Siwon glides into the room, stopping only at the head of the conference table. Sehun sits at the left side, staring almost feverishly at the door; the biologist hasn’t walked in yet.
Caramel hair greeted him first, the biologist looking down at the floor, perhaps in shame or embarrassment. A sharp suit, Canali by the looks, fills out the biologist’s lithe frame.
The man looks up and chocolate eyes meet Chanyeol’s taupe ones - recognition blooms on Kim Jongin’s face.
Kim Jongin - the man Chanyeol can’t seem to get out of his mind no matter how hard he tries - is Oh Sehun’s husband. Well.. shit.
Siwon keeps trying to talk to him but all Chanyeol can see is the caramel colored hair and chocolate eyes which burn so bright his eyes feel like they are burning, but he would let that happen, he would blind himself if that meant he could have one more glimpse at this man.
An hour later and nothing much has changed, Chanyeol is still stealing glances at Kim Jongin when he thinks he isn’t looking and Siwon is making weird faces at Chanyeol and if Sehun didn’t know better, he would think the man was constipated.
It is Siwon who ends the meeting, walking briskly out of the conference room after proclaiming that this meeting was over because nothing productive was being done. Jongin lingers a peek at Chanyeol before turning his back on Sehun and Chanyeol.
December fifth Jongin contacts him through Facebook asking to meet up at this run down coffee shop and although Chanyeol knows he should not go, conflict of interest, he could get fired, he still finds himself walking down Jangwon-gu in a black peacoat with white trim.
December is cold, a chilly seven degrees Celsius that Chanyeol’s phone claims, but with wind, it feels more around negative six degrees.
The cafe is pleasantly warm when Chanyeol steps through the door, indie rock music trickling through the speakers strategically placed throughout the room.
Jongin waves to Chanyeol from his spot in the back right corner, blue shirt covered by an indigo shrug, illuminating his collarbones to the fullest.
Every meeting from then on forth with Kim Jongin is awkward - he has mannerisms that completely disgust Chanyeol, but somehow this man with less than attractive habits drew him in like a moth to a flame.
Chanyeol meets Jongin six times after their first coffee meet up and he is no closer to figuring Jongin out than their first meeting in the club.
They meet at the coffee shop twice more before Chanyeol suggests they change the place before his body becomes addicted to caffeine (in the end they settle on this nice fusion restaurant that serves Jongin's spicy beer barbeque chicken and Chanyeol's tonkatsu.
Every meeting leaves him with a lingering bitter taste and Chanyeol wonders why he keeps meeting with Jongin - it's not like they are friends, and Chanyeol risks Sehun firing him for conflict of interest, but he keeps coming back, keeps showing up at the restaurant and pays the bill like some sort of overly-attached friend.
March twentieth is when the divorce is approved and Chanyeol meets Sehun for the last time to give him all the necessary documents proving that they are indeed legally divorced now. Sehun accepts the paper with a small sad smile and a quiet whisper of take care of him for me and holy shit what the actual fuck is he talking about? Did he...Did Sehun think he was dating Kim Jongin?
Chanyeol coughs, choking on his own spit for a bit before regaining control his breathing but by then Sehun has already pat him on the shoulder, snuck his check into his breast pocket and left.
Jongin calls him up on the thirtieth asking him out to their usual restaurant, Chanyeol declines.
April twelfth Jongin texts him about this music festival downtown and invites him along, Chanyeol declines.
May twenty-fourth Chanyeol texts Jongin about meeting up, Jongin replies within thirty seconds.
They meet at this up-and-coming bistro off one of Seoul's popular streets, Chanyeol orders a cafe americano and Jongin orders a single serving of cassoulet.
Jongin opens his mouth, but quickly snaps it shut when he sees he look on Chanyeol's face, choosing to spoon his cassoulet into his mouth over breaking the awkward silence.
"Chanyeol I just-"
"Your ex-husband was under the impression that we were dating." Chanyeol says, airing out that revelation like it was the next door neighbor's dirty laundry.
Jongin's eyes go wide, then narrow in confusion.
"Who says we aren't? We go on dates so who says we aren't dating?"
Chanyeol's normally handsome face gapes like a fish and he lets out a scoff.
"If you liked me you were supposed to ask me out! I can't just be expected to know what you are thinking!" He exclaims, practically jumping out of his seat in frustration.
Jongin snorts, amused smirk upon his lips when he says, "I never would have pegged you an old-fashioned romantic Park Chanyeol."
Chanyeol blushes a beautiful candy red before muttering a quick "shut up."
"Well if it is wooing you want, it is wooing you will get. I will woo you till hell and back Chanyeol, and you will love it." Jongin vows, grabbing Chanyeol's chin and forcing Chanyeol to look him in the eye.
He laughs, removing Jongins hands from his face which ew oil on his skin, he'll have to use extra cleanser tonight, before paying for their meal and leaving.
Chanyeol sits on the couch, legs draped over Jongin's lap with the popcorn bowl balanced on his lap. He had left the office earlier than usual, rowdy clients along with a couple large cases had left him tired and stressed so he texted Jongin to meet him at his apartment. Jongin had showed up in his pajamas with some bloody action flick in one hand and a couple of bags of popcorn in the other - Chanyeol had kissed him right then and there, neighbors be damned. July marked one year since meeting Kim Jongin and Chanyeol couldn't have been happier.
Sometimes Chanyeol will catch Jongin staring at his old wedding ring; Chanyeol will nudge him and Jongin will look up guiltily, but Chanyeol doesn't mind too much because he knows how Sehun and Jongin were, Jongin gave a part of himself to Sehun and nothing will change that, so Chanyeol finds that that is okay with him.
He is jolted out of his thoughts when Jongin tickles him with a buttery hand and instantly all he can think of is taking a shower. Please remind him why he is dating this loser with poor habits? Jongin is disgusting. But a second later his mind is clear because that buttery hand is reaching down his pants and oh, Chanyeol doesn't mind it too much if Jongin is gross once and a while.
The end.
Title: First time is on me (Second time is on you)
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Kai
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): mentions of alcoholism, brief sexual situations at the end
Length: 3169w
Summary: Chanyeol is a divorce attorney who unexpectedly falls for his client’s soon-to-be ex-husband.
Author's note (optional): a big thanks to taopings for holding my hand and being there for all my whining and capital locks induced pain. First of all requester I'm so sorry. I literally had to get four extensions for this. Secondly, I have this weird need to make my characters have the same habits as me so Chanyeol is a little bit OCD. Also there is no sad ending or character death because even if you had not requested it, well I'm a sap and I believe in happy endings (sorta).
This time it was a model and a biologist. The model's name was Oh Sehun - a recovering alcoholic and self-proclaimed sex addict. The man was a dancer before hitting the scotch a bit too hard, which ruined his career.
He was, by all means, a quiet and unassuming man. Every session he would come in, dressed to the nines of course, and would speak in subdued tones when discussing his assets and the divorce.
Chanyeol would sit on the leather chair, would point at the binder of information Tao had compiled while Sehun would stare at Chanyeol and occasionally make comments on his suggestions.
Chanyeol never met the biologist until two months had passed by in meetings through the phone.
Unfortunately for him, the biologist was the hot brunette he had met at the bar four months prior.
The July sun burned upon Chanyeol’s body; the ridiculously tight jeans Tao had bullied him into wearing were currently plastered to his skin, the white fabric hiding nothing and clearly illuminating his lower regions. The fabric of the blazer had his skin itching, and on top of that, the people in the queue behind him were crowding into his personal space. If it wasn’t for Tao standing next to him with an almost-too-firm grip on his right bicep, then he might have made a dash to his car so as to avoid the teenager next to him who was currently feeling him up. Still, he saw Tao make a point of removing her hand from his backside and look all so disgusted as if touching her hand was as bad as a woman digging through the garbage in the back of a Gucci store. Needless to say she didn't try touching him again.
As it was, he had entered the club all willy-nilly, and the night was off to a horrid start. The lights glowed a deep purple, giving a fluorescent tint to the twenty-somethings who held beers in one hand while they jammed out to the latest dubstep release. This time it was an English song (weren't they all), and Chanyeol was getting real sick of the atmosphere real fast. The smell of sweat along with stale beer assaulted his senses. He was about to leave when he spotted a brunette in a gold jacket currently sprawled on the dance floor, seemingly searching for something.
Chanyeol was fed up - the smells were overwhelming, the people were drunk and disgusting, and hey here there was, a nice stranger who looked in need of help, a perfect escape.
It took him a few well placed jabs to reach the dance floor where the brunette was, but when Chanyeol bent down to help the stranger, he was struck by how attractive the man was - caramel hair almost covered his chocolate eyes which shone bright even in the dark club. The man's lips were full, fuller than any woman's and his collarbones were perfectly shaped, frivolously showcased by a graphic wife beater.
"Are you in need of help?" The words seem to float out of Chanyeol’s mouth before he can stop them.
The stranger's eyes crinkled, seemingly at odds with the quite obviously out-of-place man, with his lost eyes and bemused expression, offering to help him.
"Excuse me?"
Chanyeol stomach gurgled, flip flopping and tumbling until the stranger spoke, rubbing his head and inclining his head towards Chanyeol.
"Um. Do you need help?"
"Thanks, I was actually in need of help. I dropped my phone somewhere and I've been looking for thirty minutes or so? The people don't exactly make it easy to search," he gestured to all the other clubbers dancing frantically.
Chanyeol reached out to grab the man's shoulder, planning on helping him stand up, but one glance at how the man looked at him had Chanyeol backpedaling into a handshake.
"Hi my name is Chanyeol, what's yours?"
The guy looks at him him funny, and Chanyeol realized how ridiculous this looked; the dude was kneeling on a floor and Chanyeol had his hand reached out for a handshake.
"Jongin. Kim Jongin" he says, eyeing Chanyeol with weary eyes.
"So um, where was the last place you remember having it? "
The man, no - Kim Jongin looked at him sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck before he chokes out the word bathroom. Fuck Chanyeol did not want to go in there, but he had already offered his help.
The bathroom was like all other club bathrooms: disgusting. Used condoms lay discarded by the sink; peeling paint covered the walls along with splotches that Chanyeol was certainly not going to question lest he risk vomiting, the stalls being in the same condition. As Chanyeol looked around he even found a glory hole and jesus he needed to get out of here before he touched something with ten thousand types of bacteria.
Funny thing was, Kim Jongin had no qualms about dropping to his hands and knees on the floor, leaning close to the floor so he could check the stall floors. Bile rose in Chanyeol's esophagus, threatening to paint Jongin’s pretty little tee and the bathroom floor with the steak tips and the four beers he'd just knocked back not an hour ago. Jongin rose from kneeling and walked toward Chanyeol, reaching forth to clap him on the back but Chanyeol moved just out of reach.
Jongin frowned, but didn't comment on Chanyeol's movement, only offering a shrug and a quick "well it's not in here" before making his way out of the bathroom. Chanyeol followed him, making sure his skin did not touch the door.
This lead to their current situation, sitting at the bar while trying to get the bartender's (Jongin tells him that his name is Chen) attention and failing with all the drunk people surrounding him. It is only after practically screaming for five minutes that Chen comes over to them with an exasperated sigh.
"What the fuck is it now Jongin, you know not to bother me while I'm on the floor!" Chen exclaims, head whipping back to the left when he hears a customer call for another beer before looking back to Jongin.
Jongin reaches over the bar and flicks Chen's forehead.
"Dude, what the fuck?!!"
"Have you seen my phone? I dropped it somewhere and was wondering if anyone had brought one up here."
Chen glanced at Jongin, seemingly in disbelief at Jongin's audacity before he shook his head no and made his way back to the throng of customers.
Chanyeol sat there, wondering what the fuck he had gotten himself into. Jongin stared at Chanyeol and shrugged before pulling out a beer from under the counter and popping one open, taking a long drag and setting the beer on the counter.
Chanyeol found himself with the sudden need to leave before this man's strangeness rubs off in him; sure Jongin is a very, very attractive stranger, but Chanyeol just wants to go home and bury himself in the stark white case files and the smell of freshly pressed ink.
"Hey, um. You have Facebook right? How about I add you on Facebook, we text your phone, and if anyone texts back then I'll message you on Facebook and you can go pick it up?" Chanyeol offers, placing his phone on the bar and looking very pointedly at the wall so as to not see Jongin’s next expression
Jongin coughs, and reaches for the phone, quickly pulling up his Facebook and sending the friend request, then pulling up the messages and typing out a message to his phone before setting the phone back on the bar.
Chanyeol grabs his phone and stands up from his chair, lingering in his spot out of awkwardness. Luckily Jongin saves him from his inner turmoil, clapping Chanyeol on the back and barking out a quick, “thanks bro,” before wandering off towards the direction of the dance floor. Chanyeol finds himself disgusted and fascinated at the same time. He leaves the club with a backward glance, telling himself he wanted to wave goodbye to Tao but subconsciously wanting another glance at the brunette stranger named Jongin who managed to attract and repel him.
Most of September turns out to be just as boring as August, a few divorce cases but nothing too hard. Mid September is when Chanyeol finally gets a bit of excitement in his life. The phone bursts into activity, even through the thick mahogany door Chanyeol can hear the intense ringing from his secretary's desk. Chanyeol frowned, thinking back to last week when he had asked Baekhyun to lower the volume on the ringer, and wow since when was the ringtone Twinkle? The fact that the phone rang for a good four minutes and Baekhyun had still not answered the phone was absurd, how much was he paying Baekhyun and he couldn't even answer a phone call?
Oh Sehun, age 24. Majored in Dance at K-ARTS and graduated with a job already lined up since sophomore year. He had performed with the major Korean artists and did a bit of international work as well. As Sehun confessed it was the after party for Korea's representative artist - Exo that he had been introduced to alcohol. Sure, he had had a bit of soju here and there, but it wasn't until that party that he had his first taste of whiskey and moonshine.
Granted whiskey and moonshine weren’t exactly legally available in Korea, but when you were an idol, these rules weren’t as strict. A few sips here and there turned into a mini bottle, which lead to a night of fuzziness and a flash of colors. Sehun woke up the next morning with lip gloss on his collar and a group of numbers that were not in his phone before. The following after party lead him to a Bae Suzy, a brunette with a penchant for short skirts and a talent for stashing rum bottles in her bra. He refused of course, he had heard of the idols who had gotten caught up in the lifestyle - carried home their ego and the belief that they were the most important people in the world. They had let the blind infatuation of their fans inflate their head and became monsters; Sehun was just a regular boy with above average looks and good enough dancing, one never would have picked him the type to become an alcoholic within the span of a couple months, nor the type to let a mere drink bleed into his career and send him crashing onto the rocks, a simple shred away from having no career left at all.
“Excuse me? Are you even listening?” The woman, what was her name again - Hara, fumes.
Chanyeol jerks his head up, vision slowly blurring as his sighs change from the piece of paper outlining Sehun’s past to one of Hara’s pissed off face.
“I’m very sorry, what were you saying?”
Hara clears her throat, throwing a very pointed look at Chanyeol before continuing.
“I need to find a way around a prenup.”
Chanyeol schools his expression into blank disinterest, making sure to keep his revulsion out of his facial features. Why did all these fake bitches come to him for divorce troubles?
“Do you have any children Mrs. Goo?” Chanyeol questions.
“Yes, a boy twelve years of age and a girl of three years.”
“Technically speaking, the fastest way to invalidate a prenup is through the means of claiming that the prenup will deprive children of financial support.”
Hara nods, a small smirk upon her lips.
The door is a reddish brown - mahogany, and just as pristine and crisp as the suit that the biologist's lawyer wears. He steps through the door with a blank look upon his face, each step deliberate as the next. The only thing marring his attractive looks is the ratstache that lives on his upper lip. He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a card, Choi Siwon, attorney at law. Siwon glides into the room, stopping only at the head of the conference table. Sehun sits at the left side, staring almost feverishly at the door; the biologist hasn’t walked in yet.
Caramel hair greeted him first, the biologist looking down at the floor, perhaps in shame or embarrassment. A sharp suit, Canali by the looks, fills out the biologist’s lithe frame.
The man looks up and chocolate eyes meet Chanyeol’s taupe ones - recognition blooms on Kim Jongin’s face.
Kim Jongin - the man Chanyeol can’t seem to get out of his mind no matter how hard he tries - is Oh Sehun’s husband. Well.. shit.
Siwon keeps trying to talk to him but all Chanyeol can see is the caramel colored hair and chocolate eyes which burn so bright his eyes feel like they are burning, but he would let that happen, he would blind himself if that meant he could have one more glimpse at this man.
An hour later and nothing much has changed, Chanyeol is still stealing glances at Kim Jongin when he thinks he isn’t looking and Siwon is making weird faces at Chanyeol and if Sehun didn’t know better, he would think the man was constipated.
It is Siwon who ends the meeting, walking briskly out of the conference room after proclaiming that this meeting was over because nothing productive was being done. Jongin lingers a peek at Chanyeol before turning his back on Sehun and Chanyeol.
December fifth Jongin contacts him through Facebook asking to meet up at this run down coffee shop and although Chanyeol knows he should not go, conflict of interest, he could get fired, he still finds himself walking down Jangwon-gu in a black peacoat with white trim.
December is cold, a chilly seven degrees Celsius that Chanyeol’s phone claims, but with wind, it feels more around negative six degrees.
The cafe is pleasantly warm when Chanyeol steps through the door, indie rock music trickling through the speakers strategically placed throughout the room.
Jongin waves to Chanyeol from his spot in the back right corner, blue shirt covered by an indigo shrug, illuminating his collarbones to the fullest.
Every meeting from then on forth with Kim Jongin is awkward - he has mannerisms that completely disgust Chanyeol, but somehow this man with less than attractive habits drew him in like a moth to a flame.
Chanyeol meets Jongin six times after their first coffee meet up and he is no closer to figuring Jongin out than their first meeting in the club.
They meet at the coffee shop twice more before Chanyeol suggests they change the place before his body becomes addicted to caffeine (in the end they settle on this nice fusion restaurant that serves Jongin's spicy beer barbeque chicken and Chanyeol's tonkatsu.
Every meeting leaves him with a lingering bitter taste and Chanyeol wonders why he keeps meeting with Jongin - it's not like they are friends, and Chanyeol risks Sehun firing him for conflict of interest, but he keeps coming back, keeps showing up at the restaurant and pays the bill like some sort of overly-attached friend.
March twentieth is when the divorce is approved and Chanyeol meets Sehun for the last time to give him all the necessary documents proving that they are indeed legally divorced now. Sehun accepts the paper with a small sad smile and a quiet whisper of take care of him for me and holy shit what the actual fuck is he talking about? Did he...Did Sehun think he was dating Kim Jongin?
Chanyeol coughs, choking on his own spit for a bit before regaining control his breathing but by then Sehun has already pat him on the shoulder, snuck his check into his breast pocket and left.
Jongin calls him up on the thirtieth asking him out to their usual restaurant, Chanyeol declines.
April twelfth Jongin texts him about this music festival downtown and invites him along, Chanyeol declines.
May twenty-fourth Chanyeol texts Jongin about meeting up, Jongin replies within thirty seconds.
They meet at this up-and-coming bistro off one of Seoul's popular streets, Chanyeol orders a cafe americano and Jongin orders a single serving of cassoulet.
Jongin opens his mouth, but quickly snaps it shut when he sees he look on Chanyeol's face, choosing to spoon his cassoulet into his mouth over breaking the awkward silence.
"Chanyeol I just-"
"Your ex-husband was under the impression that we were dating." Chanyeol says, airing out that revelation like it was the next door neighbor's dirty laundry.
Jongin's eyes go wide, then narrow in confusion.
"Who says we aren't? We go on dates so who says we aren't dating?"
Chanyeol's normally handsome face gapes like a fish and he lets out a scoff.
"If you liked me you were supposed to ask me out! I can't just be expected to know what you are thinking!" He exclaims, practically jumping out of his seat in frustration.
Jongin snorts, amused smirk upon his lips when he says, "I never would have pegged you an old-fashioned romantic Park Chanyeol."
Chanyeol blushes a beautiful candy red before muttering a quick "shut up."
"Well if it is wooing you want, it is wooing you will get. I will woo you till hell and back Chanyeol, and you will love it." Jongin vows, grabbing Chanyeol's chin and forcing Chanyeol to look him in the eye.
He laughs, removing Jongins hands from his face which ew oil on his skin, he'll have to use extra cleanser tonight, before paying for their meal and leaving.
Chanyeol sits on the couch, legs draped over Jongin's lap with the popcorn bowl balanced on his lap. He had left the office earlier than usual, rowdy clients along with a couple large cases had left him tired and stressed so he texted Jongin to meet him at his apartment. Jongin had showed up in his pajamas with some bloody action flick in one hand and a couple of bags of popcorn in the other - Chanyeol had kissed him right then and there, neighbors be damned. July marked one year since meeting Kim Jongin and Chanyeol couldn't have been happier.
Sometimes Chanyeol will catch Jongin staring at his old wedding ring; Chanyeol will nudge him and Jongin will look up guiltily, but Chanyeol doesn't mind too much because he knows how Sehun and Jongin were, Jongin gave a part of himself to Sehun and nothing will change that, so Chanyeol finds that that is okay with him.
He is jolted out of his thoughts when Jongin tickles him with a buttery hand and instantly all he can think of is taking a shower. Please remind him why he is dating this loser with poor habits? Jongin is disgusting. But a second later his mind is clear because that buttery hand is reaching down his pants and oh, Chanyeol doesn't mind it too much if Jongin is gross once and a while.
The end.