Hacking Seoul

18 - The Brotherhood of Alibis | EXO

Jongin's kiss sent me into a hallucinatory dream. Our lips grazed each other's in near perfect harmony as he moved me against him. I mellowed from head to toe. He kissed me gently but fervently, leaving me with enough freedom to reciprocate while disallowing any divergence, and my faculties stalled. He was too good at this. I couldn't keep up. Jongin took the lead casually when he felt me hesitate, his hands reassuring my burning body with caresses. I sighed unwittingly when he took the open invitation into my mouth.

"I just checked with the others, we have to – what the . . ."

"You missed the Body Shots, Minseok hyung, it was indeed very enjoyable. Park Chanyeol here was having quite a lovely –"

I was pulled and dragged off Jongin forcefully by none other than Park Chanyeol.

"If you preferred to play this game, maid –" He advanced on me on the couch viciously.

I let out a small cry and shrunk away as Jongin stopped Chanyeol from getting closer.

"She's drunk –"

"So am I." Chanyeol said crisply.

"No, you're not. She's really drunk, leave her alone –"

"Leave her alone? If Saint Jongin couldn't leave her alone, I don't see how I should." Chanyeol shook Jongin's hands off him with a dark sneer. "I'm down to share you know, since you don't mind being second –"

"Stop." Minseok strode over and put himself in between Chanyeol and Jongin. "We don't have time for this. We need to leave. Put your clothes on." He grabbed a shirt and pushed it on Chanyeol's bare chest.

"Is this why none of you answered your phones?" Minseok picked up my shirt and handed it to me.

I put my shirt on with unsteady hands. My vision was a revolving kaleidoscope. I fumbled over the buttons uselessly, trying and failing to fasten any one of them.

"What happened, hyung? I thought the kids at home were covering for us?" Baekhyun asked as he buckled his belt.

"They are. We forgot about tomorrow morning, our manager just called me about it. He's also not too happy that he couldn't find any of us." Minseok frowned. "Tonight isn't a free night like we had thought. We need to get back to the dorm."

"Are we blown?" Kris asked.

"No. Not yet but we might be if you kids don't hurry up."

"What did the others tell them?" Kyungsoo was already done dressing. He threw Jongin his pants.

"The usual. That we're out. We aren't together." Minseok said tersely, fixing his shirt.

I didn't feel him next to me until his hands covered my shaky ones and did the job for them. I sat inoperably still with my arms lax as Chanyeol buttoned up my shirt slowly but meticulously, one button after another.

"I got us some taxis already. Split up, don't arrive at the same time, don't all bring left-over pizzas, say you don't know where the others were, et cetera et cetera, you know the drill." Minseok finished dressing and checked the rest of them. His eyes fell on Chanyeol and me and the frown returned faintly.

"Is anybody bringing left-over pizzas?" Baekhyun looked around. "I'm kind of hungry."

"Let's go get pizza, Baekhyunnie. I kind of want them too." Kris raised his hand. "Anyone else wants to join our group?"

"I'll go." Jongin walked over to them.

"Alright so the rest of us can – wait, Kim Jongin, you're actually with Oh Sehun. I almost forgot. He's apparently out too and he already used you as his alibi."

"He doesn't need an alibi! He has the cleanest record!"

"Because he uses us as his alibis." Kyungsoo reminded him.

Minseok shrugged. "He told Tao to tell them you two went somewhere together, so stick with that. You two figure out a unified story as to where y'all went."

"Don't worry we'll bring left-over pizzas for you, Kim Jongin-ssi." Baekhyun turned to me with a suggestive smile. "And maybe some chicken too. We know you need your protein after you exercise."

"Stand up." Chanyeol said quietly and locked one arm around my waist as my support. I stood up shakily with his help. He crouched down once he was certain I could stand. "Slowly. I got you."

He put my hands on his shoulders and directed me to step into the skirt he was holding. I felt him grab my calf one at a time patiently, lifting my legs up and into my skirt. He didn't look at me, and I knew I shouldn't be feeling anything for the jerk, but in my dizzy nightmare, I somehow felt safe in his hands. Chanyeol pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear when he finally finished dressing me and smiled just a little.

". . . where does he go, anyway? It's not like he does anything bad enough to need alibis of his whereabouts, right?"

"I thought the maknae wanted to come with us tonight, why didn't he, again?" Chanyeol rejoined their conversation.

My legs suddenly felt like rubber without his support. I had no time to stop myself before falling and whimpered at the pain when I hit the couch. All six of them turned their attention back to me, now the lone occupant of the couch. Chanyeol sat down next to me at once, his brows furrowed.

"How're you feeling?" Did his voice always sound this deep?

"Is this the first time you drink, Innie? How are you so drunk?" Baekhyun was half laughing despite my suffering.

"How are you getting home?" Chanyeol asked, sitting me gently upright.

Minseok raised his eyebrows at that. I pushed Chanyeol's hands away.

"J-j-just leave." I mumbled.

"We really should." Minseok shook his head at the pair of us and turned to the others. "We gotta go."

Baekhyun gave me a slight bow. "Well, I guess that's it, Innie. Thanks for your service, I had fun."

"Thank you." Kyungsoo said politely.

"I'll visit soon." Kris gave me his trademark wink.

Jongin came closer to me. "I'm sorry if we were too much." He paused, ignoring Chanyeol's scowl. "I'll make sure your boss lets you off as soon as we leave, even if your shift doesn't end till later."

"And I've left a tip for you with your boss. Thank you for tonight." Minseok nodded his head at me.

They started to head out. I closed my eyes.

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The things Chanyeol does when he isn't talking though. ;)

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