Maybe it’s true (I’m caught up on you) - 4/?
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It has been quite a ride, with Chanyeol holding his laughter for longer than he thought he would ever be able to and eventually being unable to stop teasing the strange girl who unknowingly trespassed, but the two of them finally make it back to the lobby. Chanyeol calmly walks after the cute yet bold stranger he got stuck in the elevator with for the past (almost) ten minutes, silently gesturing the desk clerk not to call for security when the brunette bodily shuts her friend up and drags her to the elevators.
Chanyeol would hit himself for waiting so long to exchange introductions with the girl, and now that he did he can’t say he’s surprised to be sassed back and still not know her name. One (not really) minuscule part of Chanyeol is expecting the elevator doors to open again for the girl to lash at him one last time, and possibly demonstrate a move or two of hapkido to ‘teach him a lesson’, like she was obviously dying to do. Once it’s clear she’s not coming back, he can finally head to the penthouse, reminiscing the odd events of earlier with a broad and fond smile.
While stepping out of the elevator, Chanyeol could’ve sworn he could still smell the girl’s perfume, lingering in the corner where she has been standing defiantly for the whole ride. Something spicy, something not overbearingly sweet: exactly what he imagines the girl to be.
He slumps on the leather couch, a hand immediately flying to undo his tie. With a content sigh, Chanyeol taps the screen of his phone and facetimes his closest friends: Kyungsoo, whose family leads the south korean food industry; Jongin, 5th generation of traditional dancers, musicians and singers, pride of the nation; Sera, daughter of the CEO of an investment management involved in many fields, from entertainment to politics.
The first to answer the call is Sera, chilling in the middle of her pool with a colorful drink in hand.
“Hi~~” she greets, blindly finding the straw on her first try.
“Dude, it’s september already, aren’t you cold?” Chanyeol asks in sarcasm-laced concern (or concern-laced sarcasm?).
“Summer ain’t over yet, I’m taking advantage of the last rays. And before you comment on my still pasty ass, I can’t help it that I can’t tan a lot,” Sera snarls, slurping her drink noisily just to be annoying.
Chanyeol isn't one to accept his punchlines being stolen from under his nose, but the teasing is interrupted by Jongin and Kyungsoo connecting from the former's phone.
“Hi~” they chorus. “How did it go, Chanyeol?” Kyungsoo asks, at the same time as Sera inquires, “Where are you guys?”
“How do you think it went? Great, of course.” Chanyeol grins winningly, flashing a V sign.
“Namsan Tower,” Jongin replies, shaking the potato wrapped hot dog in his hand.
“You lovebirds disgust me.” Sera makes a face in mock distaste, more entertained by the fact that those two insist there’s nothing between them.
As confusing as it may look to other people, their overlapping conversations are the norm for Chanyeol’s group of friend: whether on the phone or in person, they still manage to keep up with everything being said. This time their intricate exchange, in particular Sera’s prying into Jongin and Kyungsoo’s love life, is cut short by Chanyeol.
“Guys, guys. We can discuss your wedding another time, now I need your help.”
Kyungsoo’s indignant squawk is drowned by Sera’s delighted laugh, that makes Jongin turn an interesting shade of pink.
“So, I just met the prettiest girl, but I don’t know her name,” Chanyeol starts to explain, playing mindlessly with his tie.
“I bet you acted like a jackass,” Kyungsoo observes, while Sera sighs, “How many times do I have to tell you not to laugh like a monkey in front of the girls you want to impress?”
It’s now Chanyeol’s turn to gape and blush, trying to justify himself. Grumbling, he gets to the point of his call.
"I called you guys to tell you about our encounter and ask for your help to track her down and apologize."
“To help you being a stalker, you mean,” Kyungsoo deadpans.
“When did I ever act like that?!” Chanyeol squeaks, mortified.
His friends stay silent, keeping him on his toes. Eventually, Jongin pipes up, “...I’d give him the benefit of the doubt,” talking as if the eldest wasn’t there.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes at who he considers his best friends, jokingly questioning his own choices. He takes a long breath and asks again, “So, are you going to help me or not?”
Kyungsoo, Jongin and Sera have a conversation made only of glances through phone screens, until they give in and Chanyeol grins, relieved.
"Tonight? We could go to this place I saw in Nowon and chat over some drinks."
Three more or less enthusiastic 'yes' follow his suggestion and after agreeing on a time to meet up they disconnect, leaving Chanyeol to smile at his phone and get up to pour himself a pre-celebratory drink. The young heir steps in front of one of the panoramic windows and makes a toast to the view of a sunny and busy Seoul.
“To us, elevator girl. See you again soon.”
...Way to sound creepy, Chanyeol, what the fuck.
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