8 | Exopink

                                    

                                          
"Give me a minute," Rosie said in a fake sweet voice to Jaehyun, patting his shoulder, and stormed over toward Lisa.
                          
"Hey, hey, owww," Lisa yelped as Rosie pulled her by the ear to the side of the VIP section. "What gives, Chongah?"
                          
"You forgot to mention your little fuckboy works at YSMG," Rosie said through gritted teeth.
                          
"Huh?"
                          
"Your boyfriend? That's Mr. Oh. He's a junior associate at the architectural firm I work at," she said. Lisa's eyes widened. I knew Sehun was an architect, but I never thought he worked with Rosie, she thought. "And he's brought all his co-worker friends, including Mr. Park."
                          
Lisa clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Oh."
                          
Rosie rolled her eyes. "You're loving every second of this, aren't you?" 

                          
"Maybe," her roommate said mischievously. "Anyway, this is the perfect opportunity to get him back. Show him what he's missing."
                          
Rosie turned around and looked at the tall, dark man sitting in the booth. Yeri was giggling and suddenly touched his thigh. Rosie flinched.
                          
"I can't decide if I love you or hate you," she turned back. 

                          
"Both, probably," Lisa smiled. "Anyway, I have a sexy man of my own to dance with." And with that, Lisa left Rosie and sat in Sehun's lap. 

                          
"Don't drink too much," Rosie called out faintly to her. She looked at Sehun smiling and talking with Lisa. She's still in university, for god's sake. Although after thinking about it, she realized the age gap between her and Chanyeol was larger than between Lisa and Sehun. And at least Lisa doesn't work with her boyfriend. Rosie sighed, grabbed Jaehyun's hand, and made her way toward the bar. I can't do this sober.

                          
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"When were you going to inform me that you were going clubbing?" Jennie hissed in Jongin's ear in a private corner of the booth.
                          
Jongin wrapped his arm around Jennie to hold her closer. She folded her arms and crossed her legs, angling them away from him. "Look, Sehun asked me to come last minute. I thought it was just supposed to be a guys' thing."
                          
"'A guys' thing,' yeah right," Jennie sniffed. She looked around at all the scantily dressed women dancing on the main floor. "Look at all these skanks here. They'd be all over you by now, if I wasn't here."
                          
"I only see you," he whispered in her ear.
                          
Jennie turned and looked into his eyes, immediately seeing the sincerity and vulnerability in him. She softened. 

                          
"That's right," she said with a smile. She swung her legs around so one was over his, marking her territory, and placed her lips on his.
                          
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"Gin and tonic, double please," Rosie told the bartender. A man sitting at the bar turned around and checked her out from head to toe. "Don't even think about it," she snapped. She turned over to Jaehyun. "You want anything?"
                          
"I'm good for now, thanks," he said brightly. Rosie's heart fell. He's so pure. He doesn't deserve this.
                          
Across the room, she saw Chanyeol turn his head from the booth toward her. The bartender handed her the cocktail, and she downed half of it immediately. Screw it. "Let's dance."
                          
She and Jaehyun joined Lisa, Sehun, Joy and Sungjae on the dance floor. Don't touch him, Park. Don't lead him on. She smiled and waved her hands in the air, moving her hips to the rhythm.