@mpxchangwook continued from here:
Changwook had been looking for Chelsea for the last few minutes. He had told her that he would meet her at one of the local clubs. It was not quite his scene, especially after the last incident where his father had to pick him up. However, he warned her before showing up that he would perform the role well of being the designated driver. It seemed to be enough to please her.
As he strolls up behind her, he notices her having a conversation with the male who seemed screamed bad vibes. Changwook was not often confrontational, but he cared about the women enough in his life to do something about it. He reaches out to grab Chelsea’s wrist, pulling her to him. He did not expect, in the turn of fate, for his lips to land against her forehead.
The dimmed lights hid the blush on his cheeks. “Is he bothering you, pumpkin?” He asks, trying to appear as a boyfriend to get the male away. While he had to endure some nasty words, it was ultimately enough to send the male away. He kept her close to him for a few moments longer to be sure. It would ruin his own act if he left her the moment they left.
He clears his throat as he looks down at her, letting go of her hand. “I am so sorry Chelsea.” He reaches up to rub the back of his neck, averting his gaze to the side. “I didn’t mean to pull you that close. I was just worried about you.”
it’s been a strange night. in fact; it’s been a strange few weeks. ever since the mayan new year’s party, she’s been feeling off, jittery. she knows why, of course, she knows very well what it is that’s been nagging at her, worrying her, terrifying her. she’s been sleeping bad and acting restless, hasn’t been able to write a single line of music that didn’t make her feel disgusting and dirty afterwards, and of course there’d been the sudden increased yearning.
so if she doesn’t chase away the questionably looking man who found his way to her, there are a myriad of reasons for it. what she doesn’t expect is for someone to take hold of her wrist and pull her away from the man. she’s aware of the way the world spins and then comes to a stop, lips resting against her forehead, her free hand pressed against the newcomer’s abdomen in an attempt to break what her brain had interpreted as a fall.
her eyes close automatically, her body slumping a little against that of her saviour. even when he lifts his head and the lips leave her forehead, she moves to curl further into him, more than happy to let him handle the consequences of whatever is going on behind her. when he lets go of her hand, she slips her arms around his middle, keeping her face hidden against his chest a moment longer before she leans back to look up at him.
her eyes are bright, a smile on her face that is filled with warmth and some amusement as she looks up at him in the flickering lights of the club. there’s a soft sheen of sweat on her face, but the lights reflecting in her eyes are bright and so is her enthusiasm. “dance with me,” she tells him, moving backwards and letting go of his middle so she can reach for his hands and pull him more towards the place where people are dancing.
is she drunk? perhaps. she’s definitely not been this shamelessly physical with him before, and as she finds a spot she likes, she turns back to him with great delight, getting up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, rather close to his lips even. “you don’t have to apologise, i’m very happy that you helped out,” she says brightly as she sinks back down to the flat of her feet and then she starts dancing to the music, moving his arms along with her to encourage him to dance as well.
