(gonna need a few posts to settle in, just saying)
Chanyeol... Chanyeol liked the club Baekhyun ran. He liked how everyone would sit around and talk and how many subs, once lost like he was, could find someone to make them..complete. He like it a lot. Sometimes, it did make him uncomfortable, seeing the play going on in the open, and the thought of when he was in the same situation. But he knew it was all carefully worked through, and that it was only cause the masters cared, so soon the ensuing feeling fluttered away as he freely nudged his way through the people.
There was one thing he disliked about Baekhyun's club though, and that was how everyone missinterpreted his status.
They took no notice of how he hung his head like an obedient sub, or how he was constantly trailing behind or hanging near his master. Even when he was left to wander like now he was always glancing back for the other. But this, this went down without so much of a glance. One look at the ridiculous height he claimed or the slight curve of his biceps and free subs were already hanging around Chanyeol in hoards, crowding in his opinon. He didnt like it.
He wasnt a master, and he didnt like them being so close.
He didnt like them not leaving when he asked in his quiet baritone voice. And it left him whimpering as the ended up with him trapped against the wall, glancing desperately through the sea of faces for someone who could get him out of here. He hoped that person was Baekhyun.
Deciding to try one more time, Chanyeol attempted to push the nearest person away again, but when all they did was giggle and cling to him, Chanyeol whimpered, pressing himself helplessly against the wall.
(/slapped for tiness)
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