Later that same day, Chanyeol asked his roommates, Kim Jongin and Oh Sehun, if they were up to clubbing, as a sorta celebration for Chanyeol getting the job. They had happily agreed, and around ten at night they found themselves four shots and two beers deep into their night.

Chanyeol was sitting at the bar with Sehun, who Chanyeol considered to be a brother, while Jongin was off residing in a secluded corner after getting too touchy-feel with another party-goer from the dance floor. The music was loud and the club was crowded, yet despite all of that, Chanyeol and Sehun could still hear Jongin yelling over all the noise. He was a loud and carefree drunk, who wasn't afraid to make a little noise.

Sehun rolled his eyes and grimaced in disgust, as he caught Jongin fondling the man he just met in the darkest corner of the room. "Can you believe him!" Sehun shouted over the music. "He has absolutely no shame, he's so drunk right now . . . Maybe you shouldn't have invited him! Or maybe we could have locked him inside the car like those people do to their dogs on a hot day, that would have been cruel though . . ."

Chanyeol laughed, and found himself quickly becoming one of the intoxicated like his friend. He shrugged and waved off Sehun as he said, "Cut him some slack! His boyfriend just broke up with him, this is just a rebound sorta thing . . ." Chanyeol rolled his eyes. "You know he can't regain his confidence until he sleeps with someone else."

"But it's stupid and careless," Sehun retorted.

Chanyeol sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, if it makes you shut up we can call it a night. I'll go get him, while you hail a cab."

Sehun nodded before weaving his way through the bodies to the door, as Chanyeol took the last gulp of his drink before walking to his friend. He averted his eyes as he reached out to tap his shoulder, but since he hadn't been looking were he placed his hand, he completely missed Jongin.

"What the . . . Hey! Get your hand off me!" someone other than Jongin yelled.

Chanyeol's eyes widened and his gaze snapped up, and his jaw dropping when he realized he had accidentally touched the stranger straddling Jongin's lap on his upper thigh.

"What the hell, Chanyeol!" Jongin yelled just as there was a sharp slap across Chanyeol's right cheek. "Holy shit!" Jongin gasped as Chanyeol stumbled back before hitting the floor.

"Jongin, get me away from him!" the guy who had slapped Chanyeol cried.

Jongin nodded before helping his rebound guy from the club, before he left though and completely abandoned one of his closest friends, he threw him an apologetic glance over his shoulder before leaving the club. Chanyeol stared after him incredulously, betrayal burning at him. When the pain in his face finally started to register, he clumsily pushed to his feet and stumbled his way into the bathroom.

He pushed the door open and fell against the sink, and cringed when he saw his cheek, that was already adorned with the perfect outline of the stranger's handprint. He quietly cursed and tenderly pressed his fingers to his swelling face.

He sighed in frustration and grumbled, "Well, this is just perfect. I swear, this swelling better go down by Monday or someone's getting hit . . ." Chanyeol trailed off with a groan as he began to pull out napkins from a dispenser and rum them under cold water, just enough to dampen them. He pressed the wad of wet paper towel to his face, hoping his feeble and ridiculous idea that the coldness from the water and the napkin together could act as some sorta compress.

After the paper towel began to disintegrate in his hand, he huffed in frustration and threw the mushy paper towel into the sink. He was getting ready to leave the bathroom when he heard a set of voices outside the door, and one of them was all too familiar.

Chanyeol gasped, and spun away from the door as he dashed into a stall. When the bathroom door pushed open he slapped a hand to his mouth to silence any sounds he may make as well as bringing his feet up to rest on the toilet bowl rim. He stayed crouched with his knees to his chest, his feet firmly planted on the toilet bowl seat as he accidentally found himself eavesdropping onto their conversation.

". . . I don't give a fuck what you say! I'm the damn CEO, and what I say goes! Do you understand me?" someone shouted, his voice authoritive and all too familiar.

"Yes, I understand, but as your closest friend and financial advisor, I'm begging you to reconsider," someone else pleaded.

"I'm not going to tell you again, Mr. Xi."

But Mr. By—-" they started to say just as there was a loud bang.

Chanyeol gasped and his foot slipped, plunging him ankle deep into toilet water. His mouth widened in silent horror as someone —- Mr. Xi —- said, "What was that?"

"It was nothing, Mr. Xi, now leave. Go home and don't even try to persuade me to change my mind on Monday, is that understood?"

"Yes, sir, I'll see you on Monday," Mr. Xi said before the door opened followed by it closing shut.

Chanyeol's foot was still horribly in the toilet bowl water, and he couldn't bring himself to move until he was sure the other man had left the bathroom. Only moments passed before he heard the bathroom door open once again, followed sooner after by it closing shut.

Chanyeol sighed in relief and dropped his hands from his mouth as he reached out to clasp either side of the stall, balancing his weight as he maneuvered to extract his sodden foot. He had nearly accomplished his goal when the bathroom door stall burst open, scaring him senseless as once again his foot plunged into the toilet.

He heaved each breath trying to slow his heart rate, as his eyes embarrassedly stared into a face he would never ever want to see him in such a situation. He smiled sheepishly and mumbled, "Hello, Mr. Byun, nice seeing you again."

Mr. Byun was silent as he just stared at Chanyeol, his mouth a thin line that gave nothing away.

Chanyeol internally cringed as he jokingly asked, "This won't make you change your mind about hiring me, will it?"

Mr. Byun's mouth twitched, and then he was saying, "Mr. Park, why in the world do you have your foot in a toilet?"

Chanyeol frowned and rolled his eyes before muttering, "Well, it's certainly not by choice . . ."

Mr. Byun rolled his eyes as well as he stepped forward, pursing his lips in blatant disgust as he held his hand out to Chanyeol. Chanyeol accepted it as Mr. Byun steadied him as he pulled his foot out of the toilet.

"You should look on the bright side of this . . ." Mr. Byun muttered.

"What could possibly be the bright side to this situation?" Chanyeol asked as he carefully climbed out.

Mr. Byun smirked and said, "The bright side being that if you ever screw up at work, nothing could be as bad or embarrassing as this . . . Your foot plunged into a bar club toilet as your boss helps you climb out." Mr. Byun chuckled. "I'm surprised at your level of maturity in this situation."

Chanyeol laughed humorlessly and said, "Mr. Byun, I think that you are forgetting that I already embarrassed myself in front of you."

Mr. Byun frowned confusedly before clarity alighted in his eyes and he laughed. "That's right, you fell on your face in my office!"

Chanyeol huffed. "I'd hardly say I fell on my face...." he grumbled.

Mr. Byun just chuckled and waved it off as he asked, "Do you need a ride home?"

Chanyeol blinked in surprise and stuttered, "Y–yes. Why, are you—-"

"Follow me then, my car is outside," Baekhyun said, cutting Chanyeol off.

Chanyeol clamped his mouth shut and followed after Mr. Byun, not wanting to ruin his chances of getting a ride that'd spare him the embarrassment of having to catch a cab with a toilet water soaked shoe.

Mr. Byun lead Chanyeol through the club to the exit and pushed the door open, not stopping to making sure he didn't lose Chanyeol in the crowd as he proceeded to walk around the club to the side of the building to the small parking lot, where Baekhyun stopped beside a nicely polished black SUV. Mr. Byun pulled out his keys and clicked it open, then he proceeded to pop the trunk and pulled something out.

He turned to Chanyeol with a plastic bag and a towel in his hand as he said, "Here, take off your toilet shoe, I don't want you getting disgusting crap water in my car," Baekhyun said bluntly as he shoved the bag and towel into Chanyeol's hands.

Chanyeol blushed as he accepted them both.

Baekhyun closed his trunk before walking around to his side of the car, and opened the door with a slowness as he watched Mr. Park struggle to pull off his sodden tennis shoe. Baekhyun pursed his lips to hide his smile as he climbed inside his car.

Chanyeol was about to get in as well when Baekhyun said, "Lay the towel out on the floor, so you don't drip anywhere . . ."

Chanyeol nodded and laid the towel out before climbing inside, and glanced tentatively at Mr. Byun, who was staring straight ahead when he asked, "Where do you live Chanyeol?"

Chanyeol's eyes widened at the casual and flippant use of his name; and he was also surprised that someone so clearly higher up the social ladder had remembered his name when he only addressed him as 'Mr. Park'.

"I, um . . ." Chanyeol trailed off, his words failing him.

"Well, where do you live?" Baekhyun snapped.

Chanyeol frowned and mumbled, "I–I rather not go home . . ."

Baekhyun turned to him incredulously as he demanded, "Why the hell not?"

"To spare myself the embarrassment. I mean, don't you agree I've had enough embarrassment for one day?" Chanyeol asked.

Baekhyun pursed his lips before bluntly saying, "No."

Chanyeol blinked in surprise and stammered, "Wh–what?"

"I'm merely saying that there is still time from now to the moment you fall asleep for you to be embarrassed," Baekhyun said matter-of-factly.

"Well, I've had enough of it and I'm not taking anymore abuse. So either take me to your place or leave me here," Chanyeol said. He was surprised with himself, and wondered where his sudden confidence come from, but thought it was because he knew Mr. Byun would never just leave—-

"Okay, fine, then get out of my car," Baekhyun said, breaking Chanyeol's train of thought, that took him a moment to regain.

"Wait! What?" Chanyeol cried the moment Baekhyun's words began to register in his mind.

"I said, get out of my car," Baekhyun said as he carefully enunciated each word, as if Chanyeol was hearing impaired.

Chanyeol's jaw dropped and he stared at Baekhyun incredulously, but then a sense of bravery washed over him —- the same as before —- and he defiantly replied, "No, I will not!"

Baekhyun arched an eyebrow, and they spent what could have been hours starting each other down before eventually Baekhyun sighed. "Fuck you," he mumbled before putting his car into drive.

Chanyeol had to bit down hard on his bottom lip to fight back his grin.

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