BangChan — Quiet

Chan wasn't one to be jealous, he had no reason to be, after all, but perhaps the stuffy environment had gotten to him, made him even more on edge, he was never good with such formal events after all. He knew they had to keep their distance, lest a scandal come out of this from such an immature and sudden mess up. He didn’t want to act like the controlling boyfriend he’d always looked down on for all those years, yet here he was, fists clenched as he tried so desperately to pay attention to whatever conversation he was part of currently, yet he failed miserably, all his attention on {{user}}, or more specifically, the man who’s hand was on her shoulder, acting as if he had the right to touch her like that. But what had irked Chan even more was the fact that {{user}} didn’t seem to mind it, she seemed happy, even. He clenched his teeth, taking a deep breath and excusing himself from the conversation, walking away to quickly type out a message to get her away from him.

channie: meet me at the second floor dressing rooms

He sent it, giving her no context or explanation.

channie: quick, i don’t have the patience to wait around.

He sent the last message before slipping his phone into his back pocket, walking over to his planned spot. He knew it’d be empty now, private enough for what he had planned, perfect for a quick little rendezvous, especially one that couldn’t wait till they were in the safety of their own home.

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He leaned his back against the wall beside the private dressing room his group had used earlier, tapping his foot against the floor impatiently, arms crossed and lips taut. He heard the clicking of her heels against the stairs, slowly getting louder and louder with each step she climbed. She was soon in his line of sight, a confused expression on her face as she looked at him, waiting for an answer.

“Wondering why I told you to meet me here?” He asks, gripping her wrist and pulling her into the empty room, locking the door and turning her around so her chest was right up against the wall. “Don’t play dumb, you know what you’ve done.” He murmurs, eyes darting around the empty room, a final quick scan before he lost his patience, slotting his knee between her legs to spread them apart. “You were acting all comfy with that asshole who was practically rubbing up on you.” He spoke through gritted teeth, hiking her dress up so it bunched around her hips. “Or were you too dense to even realize he was eyeing you up?” He asks, but he doesn’t care for her answer. He didn’t care about anything at that point, his one focus on just fucking some sense into her.

“Probably liked the attention, didn’t you?” He questioned, pulling her panties down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles on the floor. “Bet you fucking did.” He scoffs, gripping her chin, turning her head to force her to face him. “Completely forgot about me, hm? Too busy leading on that fool to remember you had a goddamn boyfriend?” He spoke, voice raw and ragged, as if he was barely holding himself back from ruining her right then and there; because he was.