“what did you want me to do,” chanyeol sighs in a defeated voice as he loosens his silk tie and removes the ferragamo watch he had received from jongin’s mother as a christmas gift the year before. he drops the overly expensive watch on top of the dresser and stares tiredly at jongin through the vanity mirror. “what did you want me to say?”
“oh i don’t know,” jongin replies as he shrugs off his canali suit jacket, dropping down on the excessive, luxury mattress that chanyeol’s father had insisted on getting them, and kicks off his gucci loafers to angrily toss them into a corner of the room. “maybe something along the lines of ‘shut the fuck up you ignorant, homophobic bastard and learn some fucking manners’ would’ve been nice.”
“he’s my boss’ son,” chanyeol breathes heavily through his nose, rubbing at his temple to massage the dull ache throbbing behind his skull.
“so what,” jongin hisses, glaring daggers at chanyeol’s back. “you were going to just sit there and watch him ridicule me in front of everyone at the party? you were going to just stay quiet while that fucking prick insulted me and spat in my face and pretend like nothing happened? and you apologized to him for it?”
"better what i did than that crazy, drunk ass shit you pulled there, trying to pick a fight with my boss’ son,” chanyeol spits back, turning on his heels to stare bitterly into jongin’s burning gaze.
"someone had to teach him a lesson,” jongin replies as he rises from the bed, shoulders straight and chin held up high as if to say ‘fuck everyone else, i’m right and they’re wrong.’
“did you want me to lose my job?” chanyeol is getting angry now. this is why he hates it when jongin drinks. he just gets so stubborn and hardheaded, chanyeol’s patience is beginning to wear extremely thin.“these people are power hungry, wealthy, elitist sharks who pretty much run the entire city,” chanyeol continues, enunciating each word to try to get the point across jongin’s thick skull. “if they were to decide that i’m not worthy of being a part of their business, they’ll make sure that i never find employment again within this entire fucking continent.”
"then we’ll fucking move!” jongin shouts, throwing his hands into the air as chanyeol takes a wary step back, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
“what do you want from me?” chanyeol says in a low voice, pent up irritation, and disappointment, and resentment bubbling just under the surface. what had he done to deserve this? what had he ever done so grievously wrong to be at the receiving end of all this hatred and fury?
jongin marches over to where chanyeol stands in front of the vanity dresser, shoving an angry finger into his chest and making him stumble back a few feet. “i need a man who has the balls to stand up for me and not hide like a little pussy just because the asshole has more money than we do,” jongin answers in a deadly voice, just barely above a whisper.
“you know what? fuck you,” chanyeol steps around jongin, having had enough of the belligerence, and petty arguments, and just entirely over everything this nightmare of a night had brought upon them. he makes his way to the nightstand to grab his car keys where he’d tossed them earlier and storms across the room to leave the house and put as much distance between himself and jongin as physically possible.
“where are you going?” jongin yells after chanyeol’s retreating back, not making any moves to chase after him.
“out,” chanyeol responds simply before heading down the stairs, footsteps echoing painfully loud in the silence of their enormous house.
“great!” jongin shouts back as he hears the slamming of their front door. “leave! run away! that’s all you’re ever good for anyway!”
and with a deafening scream of pain and fiery rage, jongin throws everything off the top of the dresser, shattered glass bouncing and skittering along their newly installed, gleaming wooden floors.