Pairing: Zhong Chenle × Zhao Ling
Word count: 1.1K
Song: NEFFEX - Rumors, Neon Trees - Everybody Talks, NEFFEX - Dangerous

"Come on Chenle, let's go dance!" the random girl pouted but Chenle just rolled his eyes.

"I told ya I'm not in the mood so drop the childlike act. It's annoying," he shut her up and reached for another sip of his drink. The girl was really getting on his nerves. She was trying way too hard to catch his attention. It's not that she wasn't pretty or not good enough for him, she just wasn't for him.

"Unnie, I told you to leave the guy alone," one of her so-called friends joked with her. "He's clearly not interested in you," she turned to stare at Chenle on the last words before also taking a sip of her drink in what Chenle realized was a failed attempt to look sexy.

He let another exasperated sigh and turned to look around the house. It was a normal party, hosted by some rich kid who's parents left the country for a business trip. Nothing special or what he hasn't seen already. Pretty lousy security system as well, would be a piece of cake to rob the house. He smirked to himself, thinking how he could actually pull it off despite that not being the reason why he was there that night.
Supposedly, he had to maintain his reputation as a 'normal high school boy'. It was completely unneeded but his leader and other older members insisted. It was allegedly for their (youngers) protection if anything ever went wrong so that they wouldn't be connected, but they, as in their group aka NCT, were practically controlling the whole country right now. In Chenle's opinion, things just couldn't go that wrong.

So, to put it shortly, he was forced to attend that party and was bored out of his mind. He was ready to actually try to found the guy's father's safe snd see if there's anything worth taking when the conversation of the two girls caught his ear. He'd been spaced out for some time now and wasn't paying attention (to which the girls around him tried to show that they were deeply offended, but once again, he wasn't paying attention). They eventually got the memo and were now talking to each other.

"Did you see the new girl?"

"She's the one wearing a jacket?"

"She's been fucking with all the guys recently."

"Really?"

Chenle's eyes searched for the mentioned girl in the crowd. It wasn't hard to spot her among everyone else. Something about her just stood up. Plus, she was wearing a jacket in a room full of sweaty people and on one of the hottest nights that month. A lot of other guys other than him were also staring a her. The girl didn't seem to mind, almost like it was a habit. Chenle instantly remembered all the other rumors he heard about the new girl.
She already had a couple of boyfriends, but none treated her right. And that made all the other girls hate her. She was undoubtedly hot but had a cold demeanor and no one really knew anything specific about her.

He stood up, going first to the kitchen to fix himself another drink and then towards some of his friends, and fellow younger members of NCT playing beer pong. Renjun and Jaemin greeted him.

"Having fun?" Jaemin asked him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chenle managed to see the girl from the rumors walk over to the couch very close to them.

"Mhm," Chenle hummed in response, busying himself with drinking the cheap beer.

He wasn't very discreet because all the guys noticed the direction he was staring at.

"Are you interested in that girl?" Renjun asked him in a teasing tone, using Chinese.

"RENJUN!"
Other members gave them suspicious glances, not understanding what they were saying while the two bickered.

"Aren't you interested?" A new, feminine voice interrupted them. They turned around only to see the girl that Chenle was obviously interested in.

"You speak Chinese?"

"I sure hope so, I am Chinese after all."

His snickering members left them alone, disappearing somewhere.

"I heard rumors about you," the girl told him, switching back to Korean.

"Oh, really? I also heard rumors about you," he answered her.

"What did you hear then?"

"I heard you like to get away. And stay out late. Keep the party going. Are the rumors right?"

"Well, I heard you were once new like me. But you aren't the type who would remain nameless. I heard you were shameless, heinous, and... fucking dangerous."

Chenle chuckled at her words. "Am I right?" she asked him.

"Don't believe it, till I see it," Chenle commented.

"Then I want a demonstration."

"So do I," Chenle agreed with a nod. "What's your name? I'm Zhong Chenle."

"Zhao Ling."

"You know they say you're not easy."

"I'm really complicated," the girl acknowledged.

"That only makes it better," Chenle flashed her a smile.

About an hour later the two of them were making out in the bathroom, the rumors about them circulating around the party.

Chenle went to take off her jacket as her manicured hands unbuckled his belt and slipped under the elastics of his underwear.

"I want that body baby, show me," Chenle whispered between the kisses, but Ling gently pushed him away.

"Let's keep the party going for now," she teasingly smiled.

"I like what you're doing," Chenle commented, squeezing in another kiss before stepping back and fixing his attire. "Let's continue this some other time, I'll treat you right. Also," he continued before she could add something, "how come you're carrying a gun?"

"You noticed that?" she asked, only slightly surprised.

"Mhm."

"So you really are a part of the NCT like some rumors said," Chenle felt as if she was cutting him into pieces with her eyes with the way she was staring at him. But he waited for her to continue before answering her.

"I need to find somebody like me. Who would rather die than be someone who's nothing. That's why I left home — I needed to take hold of my fate. And I did."

"I like how you do things. You're my type," Chenle said and in a swift move took out the gun tied below his calf and checked its safety. "You're like me. Someone whose place is a the top. No doubt about that. So shall we go to the top together?"

"Let's," she whispered and pulled him by the collar of his shirt into another kiss.