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justwritedreams · 9 months

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Sexual Fantasies | Chanyeol

Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au! Word count: 2752 Genre: smut Author: maari Warnings: Mentions of alchool, me bringing back Chanyeol's iconic purple hoodie because yes that's a warning, masturbation (f), some explicit words, kinda corruption kink MDI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Note: OKAAAY SOOO i kind of wrote it in 3 hours because i really liked the idea and i can say i'm really proud of this one. YEAH BYE Request: a request for chanyeol we’re he thinks y/n is innocent and treats her like a little sister and one day he hears her masturbate and moaning his name ⫷ Exo Masterlist

"Beer for everyone." Chanyeol announced as he held the bottles out to Kai, Sehun and Kyungsoo.

Y/N smiled, stopping her conversation with Sehun who was sitting next to her, she reached out her hands to grab her bottle.

"And for you, miss." Chanyeol snatched the bottle away from Y/N's hands before she could touch it and handed her another one. "Cola."

Her smile faded instantly and the boys laughed at her surprised face.

"Are you serious?" She asked irritably and Chanyeol pursed his lips, nodding in agreement. She took the bottle reluctantly. "You forget that I'm only 4 years younger than you, right?"

"A baby, practically." Kai spoke, to piss her off even more.

"You should drink milk." Sehun joked, taking a sip of his beer.

Y/N glared at him.

"I'm not the one crying because nobody wished me a happy birthday." She replied and Kyungsoo laughed out loud, nearly spitting out his beer.

Kai and Chanyeol laughed too when they saw Sehun's face wither.

"You're not funny." He complained and she rolled her eyes, returning her attention to Chanyeol who sat on the other side of the couch.

"Why can't I drink with you guys?" she didn't want to look like a child but it was impossible not to pout.

"Because I still remember perfectly how you look when you drink." he replied and she snorted.

"It was only once."

"You wanted to throw yourself in the pool."

"It was hot!"

"You can't even swim."

"I was going to float anyway."

"Your dress was white!"

"The family quarrel will last for how long?" Kyungsoo asked sarcastically.

Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him.

She hated it when they treated her like she was a little sister. She was a friend, nothing more.

And yet, it seemed that no one took it seriously. Mainly Chanyeol.

"I hate it when you guys do that." she complained and saw Kyungsoo raise his eyebrows, slightly confused. "You treat me like I'm a child." she stared at Chanyeol who was stretching his arm on the sofa, looking at her curiously. "Mostly you!"

"That's because you're innocent, Y/N." Kai said and she looked at him instantly.

"What?!" she asked, partially shocked. Because the other part thought it was funny.

That's why she started laughing, that idea was absurd.

But seeing that they were quiet, indicated that it was serious.

When she looked at Chanyeol, he had guilt in his eyes.

She blinked a few times.

"Oh come on!"

"But that has to do with your personality, Y/N." Sehun argued. "You're always so quiet and shy."

"Remember when you accidentally fell into Baekhyun's lap? You ran to hide."

Y/N felt her cheeks burn at the memory of what had happened.

It was all Chanyeol's fault, really. She had bought a new dress, a little shorter than what she was used to wearing but she loved how it looked on her body, she got up from the sofa at Suho's house - it was his engagement party - and Chanyeol got up from where he was about to cover her exposed legs with a blanket.

However, she was annoyed that he wanted to cover her legs all the time so she tried to stop Chanyeol. It wasn't a very smart decision because he kept wrapping the blanket around her waist, it brought him closer and made her flinch every time he tried to cover her up. And that made her fall into Baekhyun's lap because she hadn't seen the boy sitting down.

"Do you need to remember this every day?" she questioned, trying not to show that she was still ashamed of that.

And the way Chanyeol was looking at her was making her even more shy.

"Admit it, Y/N, you're innocent." Sehun shrugged and she stared at him, challenged.

"You guys really don't know me."

[...]

Y/N opened the door and heard hurried footsteps running towards her, trying to balance the purchases in her hands felt something jump on her leg, she smiled before she even looked.

And then barking echoed through the room.

"Hey Zzar, calm down girl!" she laughed and closed the door with one leg. "I hope you didn't wreck your father's house."

Y/N looked around and apparently everything was intact, this made her sigh and go to the kitchen, leaving her groceries on top of the counter. After she bent down to pick the dog up, Zzar gladly accepted and started licking Y/N's face, who just laughed.

"I know, I missed you too." She hugged the dog's body. "Let's make up for lost time, your father will take time."

Chanyeol had taken Toben to the vet to get some tests done as the dog seemed quieter than usual, which was really weird considering it was only calm when Y/N was around, but Chanyeol was worried since Toben wasn't eating right too.

And since Chanyeol couldn't take care of Zzar and Toben at the same time, he had asked for help from the only person he trusted. Y/N.

She already had the keys to his house, she was social enough for Zzar not to strange her presence, she was free to cook and even take a shower at Chanyeol's house.

And it wasn't like she could deny his request.

She could never resist his wide smile.

Even if it meant leaving work, tired, and heading straight to his place after stopping by the market.

Y/N took the opportunity to cook something and while leaving it on the stove, she put food for Zzar.

After eating and washing the dishes she had messed up, Y/N turned off the lights and went straight to Chanyeol's room and threw herself on the huge comfortable bed.

She laughed when she saw that Zzar tried to do the same thing as her, but without success. Y/N was about to pick the dog up and put it on the bed when her phone vibrated.

She looked up quickly, seeing that Chanyeol had sent her an audio message.

'I'm waiting for the doctor to call, he's going to talk to me about the x-ray.' Chanyeol grunted from the other side and Y/N swallowed hard, the tired and husky tone was a little too much for her. 'Thanks again for taking care of Zzar, I hope I'll be back home soon.'

Y/N took a deep breath before answering, saying that she would always be there when he needed her and that everything would work out.

She blocked the phone screen and left it next to her body while looking at the ceiling.

She knew he wasn't only tired but worried, and so was she. Both with Toben and Chanyeol.

However… Chanyeol's voice sent shivers through Y/N's body that she didn't even know was possible.

All she wanted was to be able to be by his side, hugging him tight, feeling his strong arms wrap around her tightly.

Y/N ran her hands over her face and took a deep breath again, that crush she had on her friend was pathetic and longstanding.

But there was no stopping it, he had everything she was looking for in a man and more.

In fact, Chanyeol had set the bar too high for any guy to reach. And the fact that Y/N couldn't find anyone who could come close to what Chanyeol was… was frustrating.

Y/N looked at Zzar who was lying beside the bed and staring at Y/N.

"Your dad is a idiot, you know that?" Zzar cocked the head to the side, seeming even interested in what Y/N was saying. "If he knew what his voice does to my legs, he would never speak around me again." Zzar continued to stare at Y/N. "And the worst thing is, he can't even imagine the influence he has on me. I'm a fool, right?" Zzar raised the hind legs and wagged its tail. "Of course I am, I'm pouring my heart out to a dog."

Y/N sighed, her whole body feeling tired but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until Chanyeol arrived.

However, being stubborn, she even tried to take a nap, but she turned from side to side, even with her eyes closed, sleep didn't come.

And honestly, that outfit was bothering her. Lying down in jeans and a blouse with pearl details was hurting her, that's why she decided to strip down to her underwear and got out of bed, going to Chanyeol's wardrobe to put on one of his sweatshirts.

She touched his clothes, his perfume was impregnated in everything there, and she laughed softly when she found the famous purple sweatshirt.

It had been so long since she had seen him wear that sweatshirt, she smiled mischievously and put it on right away.

Of course, it was twice her size but it could still read the red 'Sexual fantasies' lettering.

She thought he'd thrown that sweatshirt away, but it was tucked away in the back of his wardrobe.

Y/N took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and Zzar followed after going on its way to who knows where, Y/N laughed at the thought that the dog had also gone to do her business.

After washing her hands, Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror and laughed as she remembered Sehun's words from the other day.

"Admit it, you're innocent."

Imagine what he and the guys would think to see her wearing that sweatshirt.

Like a click, a rather evil idea flashed through Y/N's head and her eyes widened as she realized what she had been thinking.

Okay, she wasn't that innocent but she wasn't a pervert either.

She left the bathroom, shaking her head as if to dismiss that thought and went back to the bedroom, expecting Zzar's company but the dog wasn't there.

Y/N threw herself on the bed again and looked back at the bedroom ceiling, trying to control her breathing but the idea wouldn't leave her head.

She didn't need to touch herself then and there just to prove to herself that she wasn't as pure as others thought she was.

But on the other hand, no one would ever know. Wearing Chanyeol's sweatshirt in his bed would be like committing a crime.

Maybe not that serious.

But it was dangerous. That's why it was so tempting.

Y/N's breathing started to get heavier as her head convinced her that this was going to be a secret that no one would ever suspect, she brought her thumbnail to her mouth as she pondered practically giving in to temptation.

And she only needed one thing to convince herself, remembering Chanyeol's audio.

His growl had activated something in her, her most intimate and secret fantasies. The most sexual.

Her heart was pounding and she kept her eyes closed as she imagined Chanyeol growling like that in her ear, and then kissing every inch of her neck while his firm and large hands touched her body shamelessly.

How sweet the low moans he would let out, and the dirty words he would speak so close to her ear.

Just imagining it, she shivered all over, her body temperature rose and she felt a certain discomfort in her lower abdomen as well as a fire that rose from her legs to the middle of them.

Y/N took her hand to her panties but figured it was Chanyeol's fingers slowly teasing her.

Now, she needed to finish what she started and she had enough imagination for that.

She was too lost in her own fantasy to hear the front door close, Chanyeol arrived with Toben on his lap.

The poor dog was doped with medicine that would help with the stomach problem it was having, at least he was sure that the little animal was getting better. Chanyeol hated seeing Toben so quiet, it was even weird.

Chanyeol looked for Y/N with his eyes but he didn't find her there so he took the opportunity to take Toben to its bed, after petting the pet's fur, he started looking for Y/N around the house.

She wasn't in the kitchen, he found Zzar sleeping next to the couch but Y/N wasn't there so he just thought she was in his room.

And he wasn't going to complain because he knew how much she liked his bed, and he wasn't planning on going there either because he wanted to curl up on the couch and go to sleep.

However, he didn't even sit on the sofa because he heard a muffled groan. Frowning, he stayed silent to make sure he wasn't delusional and he was sure when he heard it again coming from his room.

Curious, he made his way towards the bedroom in slow, silent steps. Was Y/N having nightmares or…

"Chanyeol." He stopped where he was when he heard the moan now louder and it had nothing to do with dreams, he knew that moan well but not coming from Y/N. That was why his eyes were wide. "Please, faster."

He felt the blood rush through his veins and pool in two places: his ears, which should have been red, and well…his cock.

The sound was low but still erotic. Something he never thought he'd hear from Y/N, it was so sensual that even going against his morals his feet carried him towards the bedroom door.

He swallowed hard and clenched his hands into fists when he had the privileged view of Y/N lying on his bed, with her panties pushed to the side while her fingers entered and left her quickly.

He smirked when he saw that she was wearing his purple sweatshirt.

Naughty, was all he thought.

Chanyeol wasn't even breathing, he wanted to be able to capture every sound Y/N made, be it the pained moans that came out of her mouth or the sound of her fingers desperately touching her intimacy.

"Chanyeol, I wanna cum. Please."

Heavens, he could never have imagined her saying that, but now that he had heard it, he felt every part of his body become electrified.

Y/N panted and arched as her fingers circled her clit, eyes closed as the most pornographic sounds came out he was sure she was close.

Chanyeol felt his pants get tighter and tighter as he got excited to see the scene.

"Fuck, more. Oh my God." and then he saw her squirm and her mouth open in a perfect O as a loud, drawn-out moan echoed through the house. As she moaned his name.

He felt every hair on his body stand on end and it took a lot of self-control not to bring his hand to the erection that was now apparent.

Y/N took a deep breath as spasms followed the orgasm, and Chanyeol felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy all wet and shiny as Y/N removed her fingers to adjust her panties back into place.

He would have laughed at Y/N's shocked face when she turned her head and saw him standing in the open doorway, if he wasn't completely aroused and ready to do something crazy.

Y/N's mouth opened a few times but no sound came out, it didn't even sound like she was the one moaning seconds ago, and she blinked more than usual. She was speechless.

That's why he took the opportunity to enter the room, being watched by her, and go to the bed, kneeling on the mattress without taking his eyes off her.

Y/N felt her eyes flicker as Chanyeol bent down so that his face was closer to hers, both of their breaths were panting and Y/N didn't even move.

"You're a very bad girl, you know that?" he whispered, bringing a hand to her thigh and Y/N sighed. "And do you know what happens to bad girls?" she shook her head and Chanyeol lightly slapped her skin, making her moan in surprise. "They are punished."

"Please." she asked and he ran his hand over her sodden panties up to the sweatshirt she was wearing.

"Pretty conducive, don't you think?" he referred to the phrase and she bit her bottom lip.

"I was hoping it wasn't just fantasy." She replied quietly and Chanyeol brought his face more close to hers, their noses touching.

"Don't worry, tonight won't be."

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nanawritesit · 8 months

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Chanyeol with a Short Girlfriend Headcanons!

tw: mild cursing, one slightly suggestive part in the middle

You guys probably met at the grocery store or something

You were struggling to reach something on one of the top shelves, jumping up and down to no avail

Chanyeol had just rounded the corner of the aisle you were in and smiled, thinking to himself how cute you were

Being the kind soul he was, he reached up behind you and grabbed it for you, then handed it to you with a warm smile

It was safe to say you were in love 😗

Chanyeol already has a habit of lowering himself to someone’s height when he hugs them, no matter how short they are, and you’re no exception

Poor man is gonna have back problems in the future but it’s fine 😭

He’s so huge that you can fall sleep entirely on top of him without even hurting him

Many a times have you come home to see him fast asleep on the sofa, and decided to just curl up on top of him like a cat and go to sleep 💞

He wakes up for just a split second, then lightly chuckles as he sees you all snuggled up on him. He’ll run a hand through your hair gently until he dozes back off 🥰

You steal his blankets and towels all the time because he has to buy the extra long kind 💀

One cold winter day he came home to see you snuggled up in his enormous blanket

“Y/N can I please have my blanket?” he shivered, tugging at the ends of it.

“No, take the other one!” you whined, burrowing further.

He reluctantly grabbed your smaller blanket and draped it over his shoulders… it barely reached his lap 😑

You broke out into laughter at how pathetic he looked

(He got you back though… once he got out of the shower and “had” to use one of your smaller towels that exposed much more of his skin and walked all around the house in front of it just to tease you 👀)

He may be big, but he’s still a baby 🥹

He’s like a great dane who thinks it’s a chihuahua

He’ll push his way into your lap and curl up there all the time, begging you for cuddles ❤️

Starts leaving things on the top shelf just so you’ll ask him for help 😀

It’s becoming a problem, you can’t reach ANYTHING by yourself

You started retaliating by insisting you could get everything yourself, only to have Chanyeol smirking smugly behind you as you struggle until you give up and have to ask him 😑

He gives the BEST piggy back rides 🥰

Also has a habit of just picking you up and running places with you

Or just picking you up in general

“Y/N is just so small and cute, isn’t she?” he beamed to Baekhyun as he held you up in the air

“CHANYEOL IF YOU DONT PUT ME DOWN I WILL DESTROY YOUR BLOODLINE”

*sways back and forth* “awwwhhh i just love holding my sweet little girlfriend” 😙

You’re just as bad though, sometimes you’ll randomly jump on him or crawl up his back like a gremlin when you want attention

“Y/N, do you always have to attack me like this?”

“I can’t help it, you’re like a big, cute tree!”

Baekhyun just rolls his eyes every time. “Can we get through a single conversation without one of you doing something weird?”

He LOVES it when you wear his shirts/ hoodies 💞 You look so tiny in them and he thinks it’s adorable

He wanted you guys to be all cute and go out in each others shirts one day, but you ended up looking like you weren’t wearing any pants and your shirt looked like a crop top on him 😬

(You still do it at home, just not in public)

Arguments between you two are often really hilarious

You stand on a chair when you want to yell at him so he’ll take you more seriously, but it just ends up making him laugh the whole time at how ridiculous you look

So you make him sit in the chair while you look down and lecture him 💀

Something you guys started doing is play wrestling

He’ll elbow you in the face, you’ll elbow him in the crotch, he’ll throw you over his shoulder, you’ll wriggle your way out and pin him down…

One time you got a little too into it and put him in a headlock and threw him down hard on the floor

“Who’s the short one now bitch”

Y’all didn’t wrestle very much after that 💞

Most would expect him to be a big spoon, but he LOVES being little spoon :)

Don’t get me wrong, he loves holding you in his arms and making you feel so safe and secure

But he also wants to be held 🥺

LET HIM BE THE LITTLE SPOON IM BEGGING YOU

Sometimes he just puts his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on top of your head 🥰

He’s naturally very protective of you, always looking out for you and making sure no harm comes your way

You love your 6’1 teddy bear, and he loves his little monster 💞

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mybiasisexo · 2 months

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HI! Happy New Year!

Can I request #51 with Chanyeol pls? Wishing you all the best for 2024! Thanks in advance!

Distraction 🏋️‍♂️

Genre: fluff | personal trainer!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 2.3k Warnings: Chanyeol is a warning all in himself boy!!!

a/n: I said i was gonna make a gym drabble and baby here it is!!! This isnt really fluff, but its def not angst. What other genres are there??? I could've made this 6k is2g lmao i want the smut 😂. but ayye these are just drabbles! I'll behave. Sorry for the delay! Thank you so much for the request 😚 this gif of him alwaaaays makes me crazy like if i stare at it for too long ill scream. no im not ok thanks for asking

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

Dread filled you as you gazed at the building looming in front of you. Your worst enemy—the gym.

You despised the place for two reasons. The first was simple, it was a gym, pretty self-explanatory. The second reason was your personal trainer, Park Chanyeol.

You swore from the moment he was assigned to you he made it his mission to make you never come back. He had to have a torture kink or something, with the stuff he had you doing. You’ve pushed yourself to the point of puking a few times under his care, and still he would make you keep going.

And sure, you were seeing results. And, yeah, it was getting easier. You felt yourself growing stronger with every session. He was good at what he did, even if his practices had you questioning the legality of it all.

With a withering sigh, you got out of your car and made your way to what was your personal hell.

You spotted Chanyeol as soon as you entered. He was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, legs spread apart, looking rather unimpressed as he hovered over a guy struggling to do pushups.

You tried not to stare too long at those exposed arms, the massive muscles bulging over his just as firm chest. He always wore the same thing: black basketball shorts with a black muscle shirt that left little to the imagination of how much time he spent at the gym. You’d only ever seen him work out once yourself and…. You refused to let your thoughts wander to that moment.

As if he could hear where your mind was attempting to go, his eyes flickered up to where you were scanning in your membership badge. A wolfy grin split his face as he took you in, the heat of his gaze made you shiver.

He only acknowledged you for a second. It took you a beat too long to realize he was counting his client’s reps. Ignoring him, you headed over to a secluded corner and started your warm up stretches. Chanyeol helped the poor dude up, that strength of his coming in clutch when his client’s knees buckled and he almost hit the floor.

You winced, knowing that pain. Luckily, this gym had darkly painted walls and dim lighting to give its customers a sense of privacy. It helped that it was later in the night, nearing eleven, so there wasn’t many people present to watch him struggle. As well as yourself. That was why you preferred coming late. Less people, less judgement, and it wore you out enough that you could go straight to bed as soon as you got home—after a post workout meal, if Chanyeol were to ask.

He clapped the scraggly man on his back, making him cough, and gave some uplifting words as they slowly made their way to the front door. You were just finishing your stretches when thick bowlegs were in front of you. You were sitting on the floor, so you had to look up, up, up that firm trunk of a frame to meet those round eyes of his alight with humor.

“You actually showed up today?” Chanyeol asked, tilting his head curiously. His shaggy hair fell into his stare.

You glared at him as you climbed to your feet. “Well, I figured you haven’t killed me yet.”

“Yet.” His grin was a warning. He nudged his head to the rather empty machines. “Come on. It’s leg day.”

You let out a relieved breath. It was torture for sure, but leg day was your favorite. He led you to a machine and you got to work.

You tried to focus on the tasks given to you. To focus on your posture, your breathing, on keeping your core tight. But, it was rather difficult when something, or rather someone, was far more distracting.

That was another thing about Chanyeol that you despised. When you first found out he was going to be your trainer, your immediate thought was ‘hell no’. You were hesitant to have a male trainer to begin with, but this one? He was fine as all hell. Too fine. And with that smirk he gave you when you first refused his help—the one he still gave you, mind you—you knew he was going to be a problem.

Matters were only made worse when you actually trained with him. During your sessions, he was nothing but professional. His goal was to help you through your workouts and he did. His large hands would skim over your body as he fixed your posture, or added pressure against your legs so that you knew where to put your weight. His voice was deep and he would use it to encourage and praise you. There was never any teasing or animosity while you trained. His voice would sink into your brain, scramble your thoughts and leave your body boiling. Especially when he’d hit you with a ‘good girl’ or ‘just like that. Perfect’.

He had to know what he was doing.

It was near the end of your session, you had one last work out to do.

“Save the best for last,” Chanyeol said as he took you to a bizarre looking machine.

“And what the hell is this thing?” You asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“It’s called a hip abductor,” he explained to you like he thought you were dumb.

You ignored his tone. “How’re you supposed to use it?”

“Sit on it and I’ll show you.”

You brushed off the innuendo, and prayed he didn’t catch the heat on your face. Instead, you bumped the machine with your shoe, warily taking it in. You were exhausted, and didn’t want to do another set of nothing.

“Why don’t you demonstrate for me?” You suggested.

Chanyeol lifted an eyebrow and you shrugged in response. “What? I’ve never seen you work out before. How do I know you’re qualified to train me?”

He barked a laugh at that, knowing you’re bullshitting now. “I imagine your glutes are enough proof of my teaching abilities.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “And why are you looking at my glutes?”

He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just making sure I’m doing my job.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and hummed, unable to think of a good comeback. Instead, you nudged your chin towards this ‘hip abductor’.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said. Despite his words, he didn’t call you out. You watched as he plopped onto the machine with a sigh. You couldn’t help but grin victoriously, eager to see the man at work.

He adjusted the weight, settled into the seat, and then pushed his thighs against the pads, spreading his legs out wide before bringing them back in. He began explaining what he was doing, what muscles he was working, and the proper way to move, but you could barely hear a word over the way his thick thighs flexed, the muscle underneath stretching the skin.

You realized then that your roles were reversed, and a brilliant idea popped into your head. He was always teasing you during your sessions, and now was your turn to have some fun and return the favor.

You took a couple steps closer to him, studying him more, like you were invested in getting everything right. Then you ran your fingers down his arm and he faltered for a second.

“Am I supposed to hold on to the seat like that?”

You didn’t miss the way his grip tightened, his knuckles whitening.

“Yeah,” he said between clenched teeth.

He pushed his legs out again, and you’re quick to fill the new space, forcing him to keep them open.

Your name left his mouth in a warning. That only made your grin grow wider.

He glared up at you. “What are you doing?”

“Testing to see how long you can hold this position.”

He said your name again, but you interrupted him before he could finish. “You always push me. Why don’t I test your limits for once?”

Something ignited in his eyes and the lights ahead shown in them hauntingly. “Who says you don’t already do?”

“What?” You asked, startled by how gently the words left his full lips.

He didn’t repeat himself, but he appeared to give into your challenge. He sunk more into his seat, eyes never left yours as he held the position, too competitive for his own good. Though it worked in your favor.

You’re not sure how much time passed, but it felt like hours of you standing between his legs, both never looking away from the other.

Finally, you decided it was time to up the ante. Sweat had started to gather on his forehead and neck, but most importantly, a slight tremor had started in his legs.

“What’s wrong?” You asked with a fake pout. “Can’t hold it anymore?”

“I’m chilling,” he replied back, but you heard the strain in his voice.

“Is that so?” You grinned again and rested the palm of your hands above his knees on either side of you. “You’re shaking.”

You took your time scaling his body before meeting his eyes again. He was holding his breath, but something in his expression was begging you to continue.

So, you did.

Slowly, you dragged your hands further up his legs, remembering all the times he had done the same. Although he was always professional about it. He only touched you when he had to. There was nothing professional about your touch. All the sexual frustration you’ve felt because of this man had seemed to bubble over and took control of your limbs. In this moment, you wanted him to understand what he did to you, wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

His eyes fluttered as you dragged his shorts up with your wrists, wanting to feel his warm skin.

You quickly glanced around the gym, noticing you were the only ones left, and that made you even more bold. Nearly at his hips, you went to move your hands to his crotch.

Chanyeol was fast. Before you knew what happened, he had snatched your wrists with one hand, putting a halt to your little game and causing you to gasp in surprise.

Your ministrations had you bent over him, so your faces were only an inch or two apart. He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours, the hair on his forehead tickled your own.

“You’re playing with fire here,” he warned, voice a steady grumble against your lips. When he pulled back to take in your expression, you saw the burning inferno ready to wreak havoc in his gaze. You knew that if he were to let go of those flames, it would burn away all pretenses, all politeness, and rules.

And you wanted that. You wanted his fire to consume you, wanted his desire to engulf and burn and hurt.

There was a pause as you both study each other, waiting to see who would break first. You found your arms shaking in his grip, not with the usual soreness you’d usually be shaking with at this time of your appointment. It was adrenaline, your own desire raised to meet his.

Of course, he felt it too. “How long have you wanted me, Sweetheart?” He sounded deceitfully sweet, and it made your sore legs weak. He gathered that much, so he gathered you. Large hands went to your waist, easily lifting you up so that you were now straddling him. With you on his lap, he could finally close his legs, and he did so with a relieved huff. A mocking laugh left your mouth, but he put an end to it by pushing you down so that you were seated fully on him—right on his bulge.

“Oh!” You startled. You blinked up at him innocently before throwing back at him, “how long have you wanted me?”

He hummed thoughtfully, running his hands up your thighs to hold your hips. He pressed his lips to your ear, “from the moment I first saw you.”

You shivered at both his confession and his warm breath on your skin. It took everything in you not to roll your hips into him, the pressure of him just as much a tease as his expression and words and touch.

“That being said,” he started, and you already knew you weren’t going to like what he was about to say. “You have a workout to finish.”

“I can think of a few alternatives that are just as effective,” you said, giving into the temptation to gently grind against him.

He bit his lip, holding back a moan as he forced you to stop with his hands on your hips. His attention fell to your chest hovering in front of his face. “You’re not getting out of this one. Nice try though.”

You groaned and straightened, slumping dejectedly. He chuckled before wrapping an arm around your waist, standing abruptly. You squealed, holding onto him as he turned around to sit you down onto the seat of the machine.

“Chanyeol,” you whined.

“Hey, I let you stall, didn’t I?”

“I mean yeah, but we were in the middle of something.”

“I tell you what. Finish this set and I’ll reward you.”

“Reward me how?” You questioned skeptically. His idea of a reward usually benefited him more than you.

As an answer, he stuck out his tongue, wagging it quickly at you. Your eyes widened in shock, scandalized. But the burning in your abdomen and the way your legs pressed together was a dead giveaway to how enticing a reward that was.

“Fine,” you grumbled, adjusting the weight and starting doing your reps.

Chanyeol’s loud laugh echoed throughout the building at your eagerness.

“If I knew that was all the encouragement you needed, I would’ve incorporated it sooner.”

“Shut up,” you muttered.

“Make me.” He smirked.

“Oh, I will be as soon as I get that reward you promised.”

When you left the gym some time later, you couldn’t help but to think maybe your trainer wasn’t that bad afterall.

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chogiwass · 7 months

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Hellooo!! Okay so I was thinking about a make out/dry humping session of chanyeol and gf reader. Thank u 🩷

i hope you like it <3 It was a rainy afternoon and you were taking a nap inside while chanyeol was doing god know what with zzar. He had tried to wake you up a few times but had finally let you sleep unbothered. You wake up from a somewhat loud thunder and at that moment chanyeol comes in your shared bedroom and sits on the bed. It was a boring afternoon but you had some ideas that involved the sexy giant who was wandering around the house. “c’mere give me a kiss” You pulled him on top of you and giggled. He wraped his arms around you careful not to crush your very small figure (compared to him). You reached up to kiss him and he immediately kissed you back. You ran your fingers through his hair and up and down his well sculpted arms hoping he would take the hint, which he did. He broke the kiss and looked at you with a smug smirk on his face “you wanted a kiss huh? You sure you dont want more?” “mm i dont know. What more could i want?” you knew acting clueless would get him even more in the mood. With that said he pushed the covers off of you revealing your thin pyjama set and started kissing your neck. “i love it when you wear these” he said while running his hands all over your body squeezing your waist and your boobs. He pushed your shirt down kissing your cleavage and sucking bruises, his other hand reaching down to your inner thigh to open your legs. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him down over your body. He pulled from you chest for a moment looking at your eyes and came up to kiss you. His hand now more impatient squeezing every part of you he could. You were running you hand uo and down his back, arms, shoulders and front. You decided to go further down south and noticed how he was getting hard and you palmed him through his thin sweats. He pushed your hand off of him and pinned it to the bed. Chanyeol pulled his face from your and started grinding into your clothed heat. You let out a breathy moan and he groaned. “like this baby?” “mhm keep going please” he kissed you neck and started grinding harder into you. Feeling his hard length rub over your core was amazing and the clothes added more friction. You could feel your pussy dripping wetness and clenching around nothing. Chanyeol was making the most amazing sounds, your name coming out of his mouth in breathy groans, hot breath fanning over your neck. He was hot and you could see sweat formin on his forehead, his body on top of yours, you couldn’t help imagine him naked thrusting in and out of you making you moan his name. You were pulled out of your thoughts with his words “youre so wet just from me dry humping you” chanyeol said with an unsteady voice and a smirk on his face. You had a wet patch on your pyjama shorts and your cheeks flushed red. All you did was hide your face on his neck and leave little kisses there, a gesture which he thought he was really sweet in the middle of the heated moment. He pushed his hips down on yours while his hands rubbed the insides of your thighs. Your head was going blank and all you could do was grind back into him and let out his name in breathy moans..

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prettywordsyouleft · 1 year

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Perfect Lines

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x female reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: yes, yet another ode to my endless love for reading books. There is a book mentioned in this, but you don’t need the context of it to understand any of this playful scene.

Word count: 843

You were home early tonight. There was a reason for it, of course. After weeks of endless compliments from your partner - both simple in delivery and emotionally driven confessions that often left you breathless and boneless - you were ready to get to the bottom of it.

It wasn’t that you disliked Chanyeol’s attention. Who wouldn’t want to be showered with affection? It was the way it happened, as if he rehearsed them to himself within the hour he had to himself before you got home. You wanted to know what the source was. Did he have someone teaching him the fine arts of seduction? You didn’t believe he needed a tutor in that. He’d been doing all too well in that department for years now. He was naturally charming.

And yet, this past month had felt like something more.

Suspicion now peaked, you hoped to discover how he was doing it tonight. Quietly entering your home, you were thankful that the living room was clear of any inhabitants so you could sneak in to catch him in the act.

You’re going to be so embarrassed when you find nothing of value, inner logic chastised you as you tiptoed across the main area towards the bedroom.

But Chanyeol wasn’t in there either. Frowning, you glanced back to the entry of your apartment. Yes, those were his sneakers kicked off near the door. Chanyeol was home. You stopped, listening for signs of life. The shower wasn’t running, and the door to the bathroom was ajar, indicating no one was using it.

Feeling that previous statement sink into your gut, you wondered if you had duped yourself into believing he was up to something that had him reciting the perfect lines.

Giving up, you removed your shirt that had been stained at work and headed towards the laundry room. Only to stop in the doorway, cocking your head to the side at the sight.

You loved a man who did laundry regularly, and whilst the washing machine whirled around in its cycle, you were focused on Chanyeol now caught in front of you, his eyes darting to the book in his hand and your face.

“It, uh, has a deceiving title,” he explained weakly, and you nodded, trying not to laugh and remain expressionless. Chanyeol closed the romance novel with a snap and smiled brightly, deflecting. “You’re home early.”

“Do you love my nightmare brain, Chanyeol?” you asked, and his forehead crinkled up in confusion. You nodded towards the Emily Henry book he’d discarded quickly into his lap. “Is that the line you’re going to go with tonight?”

He opened his mouth to object, though nothing came out instantly. Swallowing, he chuckled lightly. “I didn’t realise how addictive these books could be.”

And that’s when you realised it. How had you missed it? Some of the most iconic lines in your favourite books had been said to you recently. That’s why they had rubbed at your mind, pushing you to question the compliments.

Your smile brightened. “You’ve been reading my romance novels.”

“Maybe a little,” he confessed, unsure of your growing grin. “I was curious.”

“You were looking for the sex scenes, weren’t you.”

Chanyeol rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Maybe. I thought they’d be littered with them.”

“Book Lovers doesn’t have a lot of spice in it.”

You both looked at the novel he’d been reading and then Chanyeol nodded. “I like it.”

“Do you?”

“And I was conducting a little experiment with you at first. I wanted to see if the lines some of these men say really work.”

“And your conclusion is?” you wondered, stepping into the room until you were in front of him. Tossing the soiled top into the hamper, you then moved in between his legs which he had spread instinctively at your arrival. Sliding your hands up his thighs, around his hips and resting against his back, you looked at him curiously.

“You did like them.”

“They made me suspicious after the fact.”

“Still, in the moment, you were dreamy every time. You responded well to them. So, I kept looking for new ones. And now I’m hooked. It’s a rather exasperating side effect.”

You laughed. “Why? Reading is a good thing.”

“Now I know why you lose sleep over these things. I want to know what happens next. I’ve even taken to sneaking them to work with me because I can’t wait until home time to read them. Minseok recognised one I was reading the other day and said it was good.”

“Because there’s no reason why men can’t read romance novels. Actually, there’s a book series about men doing just that.”

Chanyeol perked up at the thought and then leaned in to kiss you softly. As he pulled back, he said, “If I had to pick one person to be in my corner, it’d be you.”

“You’re ripping off Charlie Lastra, one of my favourite fictional men,” you accused half-heartedly, grinning widely. “It’s a good line.”

“And you’re worth all the best lines in the world.”

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jxstadaydreamer · 1 year

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welcome home, sergeant

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader Genre: fluff, suggestive Word count: 988

Summary: You welcome Chanyeol home from his military service with a game.

Warnings: mentions of shooting and bullets (NERF guns and foam bullets!), strip tease

Author's Note: This is SO late but life got busy around the time Chanyeol was discharged and then I fell into a not so good headspace that I am still crawling my way out of. I am still slowly, but surely, working on something for his birthday too so hopefully that one will come out in time! Please enjoy this belated piece. Are we all excited for PCY1!? I firmly believe that will cure everything 😂

548 days. 548 days he had been gone. 548 days had finally passed and today is the day he is finally coming home.

Okay, maybe you’re being a little dramatic. You were lucky times had changed and enlisted soldiers could now access to their phones while serving, off duty of course. Not to mention the multiple vacation times he had earned where he could come home for a couple days here and there. But now, the difference is that he won’t have to leave again. Now he will be home for good, no more teary goodbyes and promises of “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

You had planned with his family, his parents and grandparents would go to to pick him up from the discharge site and then they would meet his sister and her husband for a nice lunch. He was a little upset upon hearing that you wouldn’t be joining them but you made some suggestions about your inability to keep your hands off him while he’s in uniform and, well, he couldn’t complain about that. He’s well aware of how handsome and manly he looks in his full uniform - the camo print suit, the special warrior and sergeant rank badges, the beret, the black lace up boots - and the effect it had on you.

Stepping through the threshold of the apartment, he is completely expecting you to greet him on the spot but is instead met with complete stillness and silence, not even the pitter patter or yippity yap of the dogs speedily rounding the corner.

Taking off his boots and dropping his bag, he makes his way further into the living space where he finds an unusual sight, an array of NERF guns with a handwritten note above them.

Welcome home, Special Warrior SERGEANT Park Chanyeol of the 9th Infantry Division, White Horse Unit!

A smug smile spreads across his features reading the way you address him.

You may have proven your skills on the field but I have yet to witness them with my own eyes. Show me you’re worthy of the title you have been given and the praise you have received. Your success will be rewarded accordingly.

CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON

If there was anything Chanyeol loved, it was a challenge. And with the added promise of a reward? From you? His competitive, passionate fire is set ablaze.

Picking up his gun of choice and checking it’s loaded, he straps on a belt with extra ammunition before scoping the room and figuring out where you could be hiding. He dives dramatically and tumbles across the space, appearing directly in front of your hiding spot behind the sofa. Exactly like you had anticipated, allowing you to shower him in foam bullets before making your speedy getaway. You hear his throaty chuckle as you quickly run down the hallway to your next planned location. Because of course you had to have a game plan when going up against Chanyeol. The man might come off as a playful, goofy giant but when it comes to winning, he puts his big brain energy to good use. But you know him well enough to be able to predict his movements, maybe just as much as he knows yours which makes this an interesting battle indeed.

The next half hour or so is filled with giggles, crashes into the wall and furniture, loud footsteps running and multitudes of flying bullets coating the floorspace of the apartment. ‘Til eventually, a strong arm rounds your waist and pulls you in as you sneakily try to pass the doorway of your bedroom, having lost track of where he had gone.

You’re thrown onto the bed and quickly pinned down by him straddling your hips and holding your wrists above your head, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

“Enough with the games, baby. Where’s my reward?”

“Right here, Sergeant.” you say sweetly, puckering your lips.

Chanyeol own lips quirk up in a smirk, lowering himself to you for a kiss.

But before he knows it, the moment he loosens his hold on your wrist you lock your hands around his own and roll him over so you’re now looking down at him triumphantly, sitting on top of his hips. Chanyeol is looking up at you with wide eyes, blinking like a fool trying to process what the hell had just happened.

“Hm,” you tap a finger on your lips questioningly, “maybe you’re not so worthy of your title after all.”

“Hey! That’s not fair! I was caught off guard! You were already just about to give me my reward! I want my re-”

He stops mid-protest when he sees you peeling off your t-shirt to reveal a lacy black bra. Jaw dropping, eyes mesmerised and tracing over the sight of your skin being exposed to him. His hands move with a mind of their own, reaching up to touch you but you quickly slap them away.

You slowly stand up to your full height above him, turning around and looking back at him over your shoulder as you tuck your thumbs inside the waistband of your shorts and slide them down your legs, making sure that you bend over at the waist to give him a full view of his reward.

When you decide you’ve given him enough time to appreciate your assets, you turn back around and assume your previous position. Although now, there was a growing bulge beneath you, a clear answer to your next question.

“Is this reward to your liking, Sergeant Park Chanyeol?” You speak his name breathily, emphasising each word.

He nods rapidly, before reclaiming his cool, growling and grabbing at you. Chanyeol flips you back over so you’re beneath him and brings his face close to yours, enough that you can feel the heat of his breath but not enough for your lips to touch.

“But I like this better.”

His position is top after all.

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mgg-81 · 2 years

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Blue [P.CY]

(CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THIS PHOTO)

A/N’s NOTE: WELCOME BACK CHANYEOL! ❣️

P.S.: I know that the sky was clear when he enlisted but this is just for fictional purposes. Also, I feel great that I'm back in writing hehe.

Genre: Fluff with a sprinkle of angst.

Ratings and Warnings: None!

Characters: Park Chanyeol X Female!Reader

Word Count: 549

Date of Publication: 28-09-2022

Blue was the color of the sky when he departed.

It was an angry kind of blue, something that was almost threatening to cry itself over the horizon. Clouds rolled over the heavens like a thick blanket as the wind blew in a tense manner. Had it felt the gloom over his shoulders? Of the people surrounding him? More so, did you feel the ache in his heart as his fingers slipped away from yours and he kissed you goodbye for the time being?

From the beginning, he knew blue was your favorite color; he couldn't deny that blue was and is beautiful, from the atmosphere to the deep blue sea. Blue was both calming and electrifying, from the different shades of the sky to the clothes you wore. Blue was both happiness and sadness. Blue was both a pain and a pleasure. Blue was how you viewed your love, knowing it was unique.

Until then, he had the sky to look at to see the color of whom you love, knowing you are there and able to look at the same sky.

Blue was the color of the sky as he did his duty.

This time it was pastel blue, like a blanket wrapped around a baby that giggled at his mother. The clouds were swirling like the waves that rolled by that went near and away from the shore. Somehow, he felt at ease. Was it because the sky was giving him the mercy of how much he missed you? Or to lessen his burden as a military man? He didn’t know for sure. He wasn’t a weatherman to predict the actions of nature.

However, this blue made him think of how you slept under your favorite blue sheets; how he’d observed your breathing; and how he could almost count the number of your eyelashes and stars on your skin. This blue reminded him of the days when the two of you went everywhere together, you in your pretty little blue dress dragging him along, laughter filling the air. Everything's just seemed fine, with you and with his heart in his eyes.

All the while remembering these, he’d go up and be strengthened enough to finish what he was meant to do.

Blue was the color of the sky when he met you again.

No other shade was incomparable to the most vibrant of blues that Chanyeol witnessed. The sky was clear and the clouds were puffy like cotton candy as if the heavens knew how sweet this day was. Will the sky, he wondered, be able to express the immense warmth in his chest? Is excitement coursing through his veins? He felt nothing but the explosion in his head, but of a good thing. There were a thousand words that he wanted to say, a thousand actions he wanted to do. The adrenaline rushed through his feet as he almost stumbled across the dirty ground. As hilarious as it was, he could never tell.

But no words were ever contained the moment your arms reached out to him and engulfed him in your embrace, as Chanyeol did the same.

And he’s here, back to you.

Safe in your eyes.

Safe in your heart.

"Welcome home," you say, as he brushes his lips against yours with abandon.

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spacequokka · 2 years

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Pairing: Single Dad!Chanyeol x Reader Genre: CEO AU, Fluff Rating: G Not one curse word! Summary: Chanyeol has his assistant hire a sitter for his toddler. Word Count: 1.0k I’m trying to drabble I swear. Warnings: None

Inspired by this post.

Originally, Chanyeol bought the orphanage to keep it running. His public image had nothing to do with it. He figured if he had the money to spare, then why not? Within the first quarter of the year, his accountants and financial advisors were able to balance the books and bring the money hemorrhaging under control. The children’s physical and mental health improved drastically, allowing their emotional health to flourish.

But then he met Miyong. She was a ball of energy, so bright and full of love, despite coming from a violent home. Her story broke his heart over and over and by the end of the week, he was sure she was meant to be in his life. The adoption was quick and his penthouse was toddler-proofed in an hour. He moved his office to his bedroom and hired an interior decorator to make his baby girl feel at home. He spent his first vacation in a year at home with her, giving her his full attention as she acclimated to the new surroundings. They were best friends by the end of the week, often falling asleep on the couch watching cartoons.

The first true test came when Chanyeol had to return to work. In hindsight, maybe spending so much time with her without breaks hadn’t been the best idea. Now she was attached to him, but he couldn’t very well take her to the office with him. The only solution had been to hire a nanny to care for her and keep her company. Because of the demands of his investment company, he had to leave the hiring process up to his trusted assistant, who meticulously screened every applicant before letting them meet Miyong to see if she was comfortable with them. Once the right person was found, it was up to him to offer the job officially.

Today was the day.

Chanyeol was exhausted, having been in back-to-back meetings all day. He wanted nothing more than to soak in the bathtub and pass out, but he needed to talk with the potential nanny. When he walked through the door, he was met with Jiyong’s wonderful high-pitch peals of laughter. The sound warmed him through and through, piquing his curiosity. Who else was able to make his little one laugh like that?

“Miyong,” he called out as he removed his coat and shoes, “I’m home!”

“You are?” Her tiny voice matched his in volume, followed by a soft thump of her feet hitting the ground. She rushed around the corner and barreled into his arms. He hugged her tightly, cherishing the weight of her in his arms and her powdery smell. They were a powerful reminder of why he endured the meetings and conference calls—for her. To make sure he could give her everything she would ever need and never want for anything.

“You sound like you’re having fun.” He noted with a kiss to her plush cheek and she nodded, curling an arm around his neck and holding onto his tie.

“I am! I made a friend.” Her eyes sparkled, and it melted his heart a little more. He carried her to the living room but froze on the spot when he saw his baby’s new friend.

You.

You hadn’t seen him since college, after a steamy night following a house party. Neither of you had intended on falling in bed, but maybe it’d been inevitable. You knew his friends and Baekhyun was determined to get you two together. All things considered, it worked. But then you got called home shortly after waking up next to him for a family emergency and you never saw him again. You can’t help but notice he’s aged well, like fine wine. None of the attraction you felt towards him had waned over the years.

On the heels of the shock of seeing him again came guilt and sorrow. Should you have tried to call him, see him again? Did this change your prospects of getting hired? Miyong was an adorable and well-mannered child, the best you’d met in years. Of course, Chanyeol would be her father. With the way he stared at you, like a statue with a guarded expression, you began to feel like the opportunity was gone.

“Right.” You shuffled awkwardly and dropped your gaze. “I can understand how you might feel. I’ll just…I’ll just see myself out.” You picked up your belongings. Unable to look at him, especially after catching the confused look on Miyong’s little face, you stepped around them as you made a break for the door. But his hand seized your upper arm and kept you from going any further.

His eyes were dark, devoid of the delight they’d held when he first appeared. “_____?” His voice was hoarse, deep and rough, and he quickly cleared his throat to try again. “_____, it’s nice to see you again.”

“I—You too. You look great.” You forced a smile. Miyong’s wide eyes followed the conversation, eyes going back and forth between you before settling on his hand still on your arm. “Your daughter’s a joy to be around. Well adjusted for someone with her background. You’re doing an amazing job with her.”

He swallowed, and his expression softened. “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you.” His hand dropped to your elbow, then your wrist. “Please, won’t you sit with us? If you still want the position?”

Your eyes widened, and you were nodding before you found the words. “Of course! If you’re sure—”

“I am.” He gave Miyong a little squeeze, and she giggled. “We are.”

Chanyeol was delighted when you nodded and headed back towards the living room. His mind was a typhoon of emotions, ranging from shock to relief, but settling on love. Once again, he found himself tumbling head over heels at the mere sight of you, the feel of your skin under his fingertips, the soothing melody of your voice. Never had he met someone so open and honest like you, someone so difficult to forget and move on from.

But he was determined not to lose you again.

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Dance With Me (Stay With Me) Part Four: A Change Of Plans

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Now you know | Chanyeol

Idol!Chanyeol x Idol!Reader Word count: 2035 Genre: fluff, kinda crack Author: maari Warnings: none Note: I loved writing this so much oh my god 😫 thank you ateez for giving me the perfect scenario lol Request: may i request a fluffy chanyeol fic where his s/o is also an idol (94L) and theyre “secretly” dating but theyre bad at acting subtle so the fans know whats up + ships them lol ⫷ Exo Masterlist

"So, what do you think?" Y/N asked her boyfriend curiously, she was lying on his chest, the two of them in bed spending the weekend doing what they so deserved, resting.

After all, both would have long weeks ahead of them and they would hardly have the chance to see each other or be together.

She was holding her cell phone, after showing him one of the intro tracks from her upcoming album.

"I loved it, it has a very cinematic fantasy vibe." he replied, with a proud smile as he stroked her hair.

"I told you the concept of this comeback is going to be like this, right?" the boyfriend nodded in agreement. "And we're going to have a collaboration with that American producer."

"You seem quite excited." he concluded, he didn't look at her face because his position wouldn't allow it, as she huddled in his embrace like a koala, but he could imagine the glint in her eyes. “I’m!” she said, raising her head to look at him better, as he predicted there was the sparkle in her eyes of pure pride and happiness. "It will be the first time I get to show my more mature side to fans."

Chanyeol laughed and the hand that was stroking her hair went to his girlfriend's arm. "Should I be jealous?" he raised an eyebrow and she laughed softly.

Y/N held the phone with one hand and the other brought it to Chanyeol's cheek, stroking his skin slowly.

"No, you're the only one who knows all of my sides."

He lifted his chin, a rather proud look knowing he was the only one and Y/N smiled before she leaned closer to kiss him, she had been doing this all day but it wasn't enough, when the lips were a centimeter away from touching, Chaneyol even had his eyes closed Y/N's phone vibrated not just once or twice but five times. She complained and threw her head on her boyfriend's chest who still had his pout to kiss her. Y/N took her head off Chanyeol's chest and brought her phone closer, seeing what was going on through the notification bar.

"Is my leader." she said "Why does it seem like she always does it on purpose?"

Chanyeol laughed heartily and his girlfriend wanted to bite his cheek but she held back and unlocked the phone. "You shouldn't talk about your leader like that." Chanyeol joked.

"I'm older than she is, have you forgotten?" Y/N glanced at her boyfriend, Chanyeol now resting his arm behind his head, his biceps got bigger in the black t-shirt he was wearing.

She opened the twitter link that was sent in the message, along with the phrase 'you have to see this. ASAP'.

Y/N felt her jaw drop when she saw the tweet and tensed up all of a sudden, this didn't go unnoticed by her boyfriend who now wiped the smile off his face and frowned.

"What?" he asked, analyzing his girlfriend's expression.

"Look at this." she turned the phone screen towards Chanyeol who focused his attention on the tweet, he gulped when he saw the picture of him and his girlfriend.

There was nothing much but from what they wrote, the suspicions were there.

Chanyeol and Y/N had gone to NCT 127's concert the night before, to support the boys from the same company and because she was a huge fan of the boys, they hadn't gone alone of course. Two members of Y/N's group were on her right side while Chanyeol, Sehun and Baekhyun were on her right side, exactly in that order.

In one photo they were just looking at the stage while in the other Chanyeol had his arm around Y/N's neck and the other was up. They were just enjoying the show, nothing else.

But fan comments came to the same conclusion: they were dating.

"Oh come on, it's not even that compromising!" he said and Y/N turned the phone's screen towards her, while bringing her other hand to her mouth to bite the nail. "We were just singing Dreams Come True."

"But it's not what the fans think, there's even a video of you hugging me." Y/N said, watching on her phone.

It really wasn't compromising, mainly because afterwards, Chanyeol hugged Sehun in the same way.

"Oh give me that." he took his arm behind his head to grab his girlfriend's phone.

"Hey!" she complained but he started swiping the screen. "Look, there are a lot of people thinking I was just being me." he glanced at Y/N who eyed him suspiciously. "I'll read it to you: 'lol he literally leans on Sehun afterwards, so they're dating', ew no!" Chanyeol stuck his tongue out in disgust and Y/N chuckled lightly.

"Good thing they were at an NCT show because if it was a comedy Y/N would probably be without an arm"

"Yeah, you do that with people when you laugh."

"But hey, there are a lot of people who shipp us."

"Really?" Y/N asked curiously and tried to snoop through the phone.

"They even made a thread about the two of us." he replied calmly and Y/N widened her eyes.

"What? You're kidding!" she said and slipped between her boyfriend's arm to see the phone too, he hugged her while opening the tweet.

The compilation had photos, videos, gifs of interactions between the two in events of all kinds.

Y/N was never subtle in hiding what she felt for Chanyeol, it was no wonder he discovered the not-so-secret crush she had for him.

So the pictures of them looking at each other meant more than it should, she always smiled broadly when she saw him, it wasn't common to do that with anyone.

And a photo in particular that she never actually explained, taken by a fan with low resolution, Y/N holding her phone and her backpack at the airport, accidentally her phone had been unlocked by fingerprint and it was possible to see that her boyfriend was the wallpaper, although couldn't quite see his face the fans had found similarities.

Chanyeol was always looking for her at SM concerts, whether to bow when greeting her - even though he had seen her backstage before - or to hold her hand at the end.

At award shows, they always seemed to talk with their eyes when they were at nearby tables. And they always danced and sang louder when one was performing.

She repeatedly praised the group's songs on her social media just as he did, and although it was vague, fans took it as a sign.

The interviews where she described her ideal type, someone like him.

The similar clothing and accessories. Which in their case wasn't similar, the hoodies Y/N took were actually Chanyeol's but no one could prove it. Anyone on the internet could buy the same model and size.

"Nothing that hasn't happened to other idols." Y/N spoke after a while.

If they didn't deny it and didn't confirm it, it would just be internet theory. Right?

"Ah, but this is interesting." Chanyeol stopped at one of the tweets with a wide smile.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes!" he chuckled before reading it aloud. "Y/N bubble update: 'I'm watching Descendants of the Sun again. Oh what? How many times have I watched it? Probably like 5 lol I really like this genre. And Dr. Kang is right, girls really fantasizes about the army uniform.' You said that the day I sent you my uniform picture." Chanyeol accused and she felt her cheeks burn.

That comment had been days before official photos of Chanyeol serving it were released on the internet, another clue for fans.

"I told you that on that video call." she tapped him lightly on the chest and he laughed.

Chanyeol dropped her phone on the bed and rolled over her, resting his elbows on either side of her body and glaring at her mischievously as she brought her hands to his shoulder.

"Actually you said something a lot worse, do you want me to repeat it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and she laughed shyly.

"It's not necessary!" he nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, making her sigh at the contact.

Chanyeol then kissed Y/N's nose, cheek and chin, she just laughed lightly as she caressed his shoulder.

With her eyes already closed from the previous caresses, Y/N felt her boyfriend gently place his lips on hers, it was enough to melt her completely, no matter how many times they kissed even after so much time together, she felt the same things from the beginning, as if she were that dreamy little girl.

One of Chanyeol's hands went to her face, the big warm palm caressing her skin as they kept the same slow rhythm. Y/N took the opportunity to bring a hand to the back of his neck and caress the short strands of hair.

She felt him smile between the kiss and pulled away, causing her to complain.

"Hey, baby." he spoke softly and she opened her eyes, staring at him. "Don't worry, we'll be able to hide our relationship long enough."

[...]

Chanyeol was live in his study on Instagram just over 15 minutes ago. He talked to the fans, answered questions, sang, showed some demos of songs he was working on.

All because he was bored that afternoon, his girlfriend was too busy with her own schedule and would probably be late, it was enough time to interact with the fans for a while.

A week had passed since the leaked photos of the concert they went to together and some fans were still asking about Y/N in the chat, he smiled sideways but pretended not to see.

They had agreed to hold back the relationship news for a longer time, for the sake of Y/N's group promotions, anyway the company had already released both of them to announce it whenever they wanted but Chanyeol wanted it to be special, they had been together for a long time it was true, but he wanted to take a new step with her.

He was so busy with his guitar, playing as he always did in his spare time, that he didn't hear the studio door open.

Y/N walked on tiptoe so as not to make any noise, smiling mischievously without noticing that the camera was on.

"Hi, love. I'm home." she hummed and the boyfriend turned around completely shocked, his eyes looked like they were going to pop out.

She didn't understand why he stood there with the guitar in his lap, usually he always dropped everything and ran to hug her and kiss her all over her face.

However all he did was point his head back to where the camera was and Y/N followed with her eyes, feeling her heart race when she saw her boyfriend's screen.

"Is it live?" she asked quietly and shyly as she saw the chat going crazy.

"Yes." he replied, laughing nervously.

"Huh… I'll leave then, I'll let you do what you're doing." She stuttered and a nervous laugh came out. Chanyeol chuckled, scratching his head and looked at the screen. He could even keep track of the comments because they came in so quickly. "I'm so sorry! Oh my God."

"It's okay, babe." he chuckled again and looked back to see Y/N shake her head in disbelief and she clumsily closed the door.

He took a deep breath before looking back at the camera, his eyes lowered to the comments and he chuckled at the comments. Most were freaking out over Y/N's surprise appearance, but the other half were all the same 'Are they dating??'.

"Yeah guys, I guess now you know." he shrugged, and propped his elbow on the table and put his face in his hand, moving closer to the screen to read better, and to hide his huge smile.

Chanyeol laughed when he read a comment and had to agree.

They suck at hiding lol that's what makes them perfect for each other.

Note: I just wanted to say this is the face I pictured him making when Y/N walked in the room 👇🏻 BYE

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God’s Eye Part 5 & 6

Pairing: Chanyeol/OC

Genre: Fantasy, Action, romance

TW/Warnings: 18+ included some gore, a scene with vomit, violence, murder, smut in future chapters, multiple sexual conversations, religious talk relating to God and the devil

Plot: Ahn Jung is a 25 year old office worker who underwent eye transplant surgery, she never thought that the donor would be a demon.

Note:

Happy spooky season! Honestly this is a story I’ve been posting since earlier last year and it’s up to chapter 23 on Wattpad, for any new readers if you prefer to read on tumblr I’m trying to upload the chapters here quickly! :)

Masterpost is here

Part 5 - Great, Angels.

Chanyeol had a terrible night.

First, eight demons had come to attack Ahn in her sleep. He transported himself outside and scared them off.

Easy enough.

But then an Angel had to come.

He definitely hadn't expected that.

The second he had even tried to attack he was thrown back and slammed against the side of the building. The air knocked out of him in the process. This angel was small. Probably not as higher ranked as others. It was a tiny girl who looked around the age of twelve. She had normal brown curly hair and golden eyes. Chanyeol had underestimated her though.

She walked up to him, asking him what apartment was Ahn's and he had felt spiritual energy, so he assumed she was a demon. He flicked her little forehead and grinned. "Aren't you a little too young to be chasing eyeballs? Go find the light or something."

Her eyes then glowed and he knew he had fucked up. With one simple push she had him flying a good feet away. He got angry then. He got competitive. Chanyeol growled and went to attack and that's when he became very familiar with the construction of the building. He was surprised that Ahn hadn't woken up. Clearly that girl was stupid even while sleeping.

It worked in his favor either way.

He decided to distract the angel. Chanyeol grabbed her by her translucent wings and managed to get her as far as the next street over. The little girl stopped him by digging her feet into the gravel and reaching up to grab his neck. Like some damned human pro-wrestler she flipped him over and crushed him flat against the cement. The wind knocked out of him twice now. He gasped. "Aren't angels supposed to be about love and peace?"

She was incredibly strong. He needed to use his fire to get out. Chanyeol shot out flames towards her and they were blocked immediately by whatever force protected angels here on earth. So instead, he ran. Chanyeol transported himself ten feet away and she followed right after.

He shot two more flames and this time the angel staggered back.

"You're not being very nice." Her voice was young and innocent.

"I'm a demon." He shrugged, trying not to fall over. His ribs hurt and his clothes were covered in drywall and dust.

He was getting her further away from the apartment that was good at least. Now all he had to do was reach demon territory. Chanyeol transported twenty feet this time and she didn't hesitate to match it. He passed the busiest street trying not to crash into any humans who were still out enjoying the city night life.

They couldn't see them. Thank hell for that. Instead it felt like a gust of wind to them. A couple of hats were blown off and a lot of trash that lay on the streets. He finally reached the older building the humans kept around for no reason.

If he could reach the old liquor store....

A small hand gripped his shoulder.

Shit.

Chanyeol was shoved forward so violently his body was practically launched into the bar. His arms flailed as he crashed into old broken bottles and stools. The angel came after him but stopped, this was demon territory. She placed her small hands on the invisible wall and pounded on it.

He coughed and stood up. The angel lowered her eyes at him and backed away. "This isn't over. Ahn Jung is a special case now." With that her body became a ray of light that flew up towards the sky.

Now, Chanyeol took over an entire booth to himself. His legs draped over the table in the center. He was exhausted. His bones felt broken even with it being impossible to do so. This was getting annoying. If only he could rip the eyes off of Ahn instead.

Kiol and Kai walked over to him, pushing his legs off of the table. Chanyeol complained but they sat in the seats across from him. Both their faces were grave and mouths pressed into a thin line. "This is getting bad." Kiol muttered. "If heaven gets involved you're dead, and I'm not saying dead like right now or dead like going to hell I'm saying dead. Dead like you never existed, your entire soul gone."

"I know!" Chanyeol yelled at him. He ran a hand through his hair. All these years they hadn't cared and now they do?! Something had changed. He didn't know what though. What could have changed that would have heaven involved?

It's not like Ahn was special or different in any way....

Kai looked at Kiol and then at Chanyeol. "When we died, we said we would follow your lead in anything. We were together until the end."

"You two aren't my guards anymore. You haven't been for a very long time."

"Loyalty doesn't die with death." Kiol spoke sincerely.

Kai took off his silver ring and placed it on the table. Pinching the top end, he spun it until it became nothing but a circling blur. "We'll help you get your eyes back. It's time we get involved. All of us."

Chanyeol looked around the bar. All the higher ranked demons nodded and looked at him. They had all stood up to face him, to be there for him. Chanyeol smirked, who said demons couldn't team up?

"We all respect you here." Kiol reminded him. "We were all waiting for you. When you were cursed you promised us an era of darkness an era of vengeance."

The ring stopped spinning and clattered around the wood that was scratched and peeled of its burgundy paint from all sides. Chanyeol saw what Kai had been doing. His ring was a totem. Something he had used since before he died, if a human saw it, he could become close to them in no time. If they wore it, they became his slave. He didn't need to try the way Chanyeol did.

"Just give me a name." Kai spoke.

He had never felt so much demon energy in one place. His own hands seem to warm in response. Guess it had been a while since any of them were tested. Demons hated angels. If an angel got involved they became everyone's enemy. It became an opening for them to act out. Chanyeol racked his brain for a name. He wouldn't give him Ahn. That was his own problem to deal with but if he could make things easier for him then maybe....

"Sunja."

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Ahn stared at Requiem practicing their new dance cover. She sighed and tucked her legs to her knees. Baekhyun was at the center, like always. He danced well enough to deserve it though.

He even went as far as singing some of the lines to the song. Bastard. He sang better than the original artist too. Requiem had five members. Including Sunja who was at the back next to a guy named Trey, and another girl named Haeri. Aera was the second prettiest in the group and the one next to Baekhyun. They all danced in sync but it looked off... They were odd in numbers. The group who sang this song had six members. Ahn stood up ready to join but Baekhyun pointed at her while dancing. "No you don't! Not until those eyes of yours heal fully."

"You've been saying that for the past two years!" She whined.

Sunja pouted for her and Baekhyun stubbornly shook his head. "I won't be responsible for your eyes!"

"Then I'll take responsibility!" Ahn pushed.

"No!" Baekhyun smiled at her knowing it would piss her off. It did. Ahn ran up to him getting ready to kick him in the ass but he ran away breaking the formation of the dance. Haeri groaned and went to get a drink of water. Sunja cheered her on.

Trey went to join Haeri, while Aera watched them.

"Ya! Ya! Ya! Careful you can't bruise someone as cute as me, you know it's a crime in this country!" Baekhyun cried, backing away from her while she took a second to fix her glasses.

"Shut up, let me kick you!" Ahn swung her leg but only made contact with the side of his leg. Either way Baekhyun cried and fell pretending like it actually hurt. "You see what she does to your leader? This is abuse!" He cried.

"If she's doing that much work to beat you up, might as well let her dance." Aera muttered.

Ahn turned to look at her surprised. Requiem were all close. But if she had to rank them, Aera was probably third in her list. Aera was always nice when she said something. Plus she was pretty? It was almost unfair. Her limbs were long and her body was great. Her black hair was always healthy too... flowing down and almost reaching her hips. "Aera I swear you're always such an Angel." Ahn went towards her and hugged her. She was also older too, by a couple years being the same age as Baekhyun.

She stumbled but hugged her back laughing lightly.

"I am too!" Baekhyun stood and went to hug them but Ahn stopped him, pressing her hand on his forehead. Trey laughed at them while Haeri sighed looking a bit annoyed at everything.

"Who's hungry?" Sunja asked, holding her phone to her ear. "I'm ordering pizza."

Everyone cheered at that. Ahn sighed "Yes I'm so starving from doing nothing at all."

"I'm trying to look out for you, why can't you understand that! You need to be careful post surgery." Baekhyun then leaned in to hear what the pizza place was telling Sunja.

Ahn frowned. Careful. That sounded a lot like Chanyeol. Who had completely lied to her and disappeared at night. She had woken up scared and alone. He probably hadn't even lasted five minutes. Why would he even bother? If she was safe in her house he shouldn't have to stay. Ahn let go of Aera and walked over to get a drink of water from Sunja's water bottle.

Still, for claiming to be nice that hadn't been very nice.

"Where's your boyfriend today?" Baekhyun called out to her.

"You have a boyfriend?" Haeri asked, looking shocked.

"He's hot too!" Sunja added in and then apologized to the person taking her order on the phone.

Ahn felt her jaw drop. "He's not my boyfriend!"

"He's already ready for fourth base." Baekhyun winked.

Everyone was now looking at her. Ahn wanted to kill him all over again, he can never keep his mouth shut. She needed to think of something, he wasn't her boyfriend but he was going to spend a lot of time around her... probably. It didn't seem like he wanted to. Considering how he left last night. She sighed and shook her head "It's complicated." There, a truth that could be interpreted as something else.

"Well I'd like to see this hot boyfriend of yours." Haeri looked at Trey and he nodded back agreeing with her.

"Call him!" Baekhyun, it seems, decided not to be one bit helpful today. "He was really weird. It was kind of funny."

As if on cue, the doorknob to the practice room they rented started turning. Whoever was at the other end must be struggling because it turned left, then right and then left again. Ahn's heart dropped. Chanyeol. No. He was going to embarrass her! Ahn started walking towards the door, ready to push Chanyeol out if he entered but when it opened she was met with a completely different person.

She blinked.

He blinked back.

"Is that him?" Aera asked curiously.

He had green dyed hair. It was combed back and some strands showed colors of light brown. Despite it being summer, he wore a large black sweater with black and white cross stitched pants that had chains on them. Multiple rings on his fingers, also boots. He was wearing boots. How was he not sweating? That wasn't the most surprising part....

He was pretty. Chanyeol and Baekhyun level of pretty. His brown eyes were dark and filled with a warmth that reminded her of her old eyes.

"He looks like an idol!" Haeri behind her covered her mouth with her hands. "Is that really her boyfriend?"

"Hi-" He smiled awkwardly and waved at her like someone would if she were far away instead of in front of him. "I'm... Kai."

"Kai?" She asked.

"Uh...Yes-" He continued smiling and looked inside the room. His eyes landed on Sunja who was staring at him with eyes so wide, Ahn was afraid they'd fall out. "Oh hi!"

"Hi?!" Her voice came out in a squeak. She cleared her throat loudly. Baekhyun went to stand in front of Ahn and laughed. "Ya, what is it with all of these good looking men showing up? It's making me look bad. Who is this now Ahn?"

"I don't know?" She defended herself.

Kai placed a gentle hand on her shoulder as if to thank her and walked inside. He took the center of the room and started doing stretches. He lowered his body, stretching out his right leg first and cracking his neck. Aera was the first to speak up, she kneeled in front of him and frowned. "I'm sorry but we rented this room for the day. You might be in the wrong one."

"No, I'm in the right one." Kai stood and Aera stood with him. "I'm here to join. I want to be a part of your team."

"No!" Ahn ran up to him. "Sorry, we're all full you can't join, we haven't even held auditions in two years." Shit! If he joined, that meant Baekhyun would have even more reason not to let her practice with them. They would be an even number. Plus they would have three overly gorgeous people in the group. It'd help promote them a lot. Baekhyun seemed to be thinking the same thing, he was now grinning at her as if saying 'got you.'

Ahn narrowed her eyes at him but he was already walking up to Kai and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Welcome to the team!"

"You haven't even seen him dance!" Ahn snapped at him.

"Pretty people don't need to be talented. I'm just the exception."

"I can dance." Kai nodded confidently. "I used to dance traditional dances."

"As cool as that is, we dance more modern choreography." Ahn frowned at him.

Baekhyun took out the remote from his pocket and played the first song. "If you can follow and learn this, you're in, how about that?" He asked him.

Kai smiled and nodded. "Sounds good!"

Baekhyun clapped his hands together and lost his playful smile. When he danced specific songs like these he was an entirely different person. He was actually cool and even sexy. He knew how to move and she always wanted to dance beside him, but she couldn't. Ahn went to sit by Haeri, annoyed at the entire situation. Kai stood beside him and copied some of the movements quickly. After the first chorus he already had down the main movements to the song.

"They look like members of an idol group now, don't they?" Trey asked, looking at them and analyzing their foot movements.

Haeri nodded, completely entranced. Sunja was also staring at them, in fact she might actually be close to drooling. Ahn tried meeting her gaze to tell her to calm down but no luck, her eyes were glued to Kai. The song was coming to an end and they were both now dancing in sync. As if they had practiced the song a million times already. For a second, Ahn wondered if they were holding Baekhyun back. He could easily be famous if he wanted to be. She wondered why he hasn't actually tried alone.

The song finally ended and a new one started but Baekhyun was now smiling from ear to ear as he shook Kai's hand. Ahn frowned even more. Of course he'd make it in after that, even she couldn't deny his talent.

"Welcome to the team!" Baekhyun announced loudly.

"Welcome!" Sunja shrieked with joy, walking over to them and introducing herself immediately. Kai smiled gently at her and bowed politely. Haeri and Trey stood to welcome him and Aera joined. They were all surrounding him now, Kai seemed like a nice guy at least. His eyes were glowing and his face brightened with each person that said hi to him as if he enjoyed making friends.

That made two of them. Baekhyun caught her smiling and walked over to her offering his hand. She took it and he pulled her up, Ahn went towards everyone while Baekhyun stood behind and watched.

"Sorry for being rude before..." Ahn muttered awkwardly. "You're talented. Welcome to the team."

"Thank you! I hope we can be friends soon." Kai bowed to her.

After that Sunja announced the pizza was here. Yet they had wasted all their rehearsal time. Everyone was forced to pack up and go eat downstairs in the building's lobby. Ahn grabbed her unused things and followed everyone out. She and Baekhyun had been the last ones in the room, she waited for him as he turned off the lights and locked the door.

Baekhyun turned to look back at her and sighed, "You know there are groups with seven members? We're not replacing you, don't worry." He patted her head. "Just focus on healing and come back to us when you can give it your all."

Ahn grumbled a couple curse words at him and he pretended to be offended as he scoffed and ran away from her. She laughed but didn't follow. Instead she walked towards the window. It was a habit she decided to make this morning after realizing Chanyeol was gone. Check if there were any demons following her. It didn't seem like there were any waiting below today. The streets looked normal and the sky looked sunny.

Ahn turned back and saw Chanyeol who had bruises all over him.

Part 6: Not all those who are dead, are evil

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They were in the forest again.

The large branches of the trees covered any sunlight that was left for the day. Her stomach grumbled but she ignored it. Ahn looked back at Chanyeol who had carried her here again. Since he didn't know how to land he had decided to drop her in a particularly soft area before they crashed, now her dance clothes were muddy but at least she hadn't gotten hurt.

Wiping the lense of her glasses with her shirt, Ahn waited until Chanyeol said something. He was unusually quiet today. When he didn't, she decided to speak- "Where'd you go last night?"

"Why? Did you miss me?" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

"You're hurt."

Chanyeol sighed. "There were some complications last night... let's just say it's getting harder to protect you." He raised a hand. "I'm not saying this so you feel pressured to do the contract with me."

Ahn put her glasses back. Her vision was done for the day again. If it got any darker she wouldn't be able to see.

"You gained some... abilities with my eyes-" Chanyeol started. "I brought you here today to practice them."

She didn't like the sound of that. It was just more trouble for her. She didn't want to be defenseless though. Ahn wanted to be able to protect herself or if it came down to it someone else. Ahn remembered how useless she felt when she wanted to protect Gabriel. How impossible it sounded. How her fingers fumbled through the chains on the door and lost hope every second. Never again.

She also hated how she had woken up afraid because Chanyeol hadn't been there. Despite yelling at him and being angry, she had been disappointed he wasn't there.

"What do I do?" She asked.

Chanyeol looked pleasantly surprised at her answer. He walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her around. She was now facing a large conifer tree. Its green needles poked from every end, covering the trunk entirely.

"I want you to be able to see the spirits surrounding it."

"No." She backed into him. "Not that. I don't want to do that."

He sighed, sounding impatient. "If you don't do this you won't be able to see all the threats around you. Now hurry. Relax your eyes, it's not about the state of your vision but your spiritual energy. You have demon energy now. So relax and don't focus on anything in particular, just stare and see around the tree."

Ahn bit her lip but listened to his instructions. She relaxed her already blurry vision and focused on not focusing. After ten seconds or so, she started seeing images. They were bright and moved like feathers in the wind. Swaying softly. They slowly got bigger until she noticed those had been the heads of the figures. The bodies formed, and soon they were shadows of light and earth.

The spirits were made of passing leaves and sticks but their bodies were so delicate, they were see through. They weren't looking at her or Chanyeol. Instead, they seemed to be circling around the tree. One looked like it was even dancing. When the wind blew this time, she heard their laughter.

Children laughing happily.

"Why is it almost beautiful?" Ahn whispered.

"Because not all who are dead are evil." Chanyeol explained. "These spirits are new. Fresh, probably two days old. Kids from the hospital nearby I'd guess. Sometimes it takes a while for spirits to see the light, if they're pure enough they'll see a heaven before heaven like right now. They seem to be playing tag with each other. I'm surprised you see them, they're the hardest to detect."

Ahn watched them run around and around the tree. As beautiful as it was, it was also sad. She wanted to hug them. Tell them it was okay to go. Chanyeol walked away from her and towards the playing spirits. This time she heard screaming. They were afraid of him. The children ran away from the tree and passed her, blowing her hair back in the process. The light darkened around wherever Chanyeol stepped. It was now empty around the tree except for him and his energy. Red. His energy was red, she could see that much. "Sometimes it's better to wake them up before it's too late." He muttered.

Ahn turned back, she couldn't see the kids anymore but now she could see a thousand other shadows walking around. Minding their business. As if an entire city was here. Yet none came near Chanyeol or her. He was a demon.... It was suddenly much more clear to her. Ahn didn't react because she didn't know the level of threat a demon caused, but now it made sense.

Even ghosts were afraid of him. If that was the case... she looked at him now.

He was so beautiful, but maybe that was the point.

Was he beautiful so he could be evil?

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When they reached her apartment, Ahn decided not to try and see more shadows. She could handle it in the forest but probably not in her own home.

She opened the door and let them both in. Chanyeol tucked his hands in his pockets and quietly inspected her place for any intruders. She was too occupied by her own thoughts. If he's evil, why was he searching for someone who might hurt her? If he's evil why hasn't he hurt her? Sure, she had his eyes but could it be that Chanyeol wasn't evil? But aren't demons evil?

Ahn sat on her bed, annoyed at the headache that was coming with all the thinking. Instead she checked her phone. All her friends had texted her and the requiem group chat seemed to be lively. They had already added Kai in it. He texted very cutely. A lot of laughing and even sending some selfies which everyone replied to with comments of how good looking and cute he is.

"He's fitting in well." Ahn muttered.

"Who?" Chanyeol asked, coming back from inspecting her bathroom. He sat down on her floor and stared up at her.

From this angle she couldn't possibly imagine him being evil.

"Just some guy who joined our dance team today. He's really handsome. Probably more handsome than you."

Chanyeol snorted. "That's impossible."

"I wouldn't be so sure-" She clicked on Kai's picture and showed it to him. Chanyeol grabbed her phone and stood up. "That idiot!" He muttered.

"What?"

"Ya! How is he better looking than me!?" He demanded continuing to stare at the selfie.

"He looks kind and sweet. That's always a green flag for women."

"I can do that!"

It was Ahn's turn to snort. "You can barely keep your temper in. He made friends with Sunja and Baekhyun immediately while you just tried fighting them and getting them mad."

"Fine I'll be friends with your friends! I want to be friends with anyone who's close to you and treats you well." Chanyeol gave her phone back.

"Stop saying things like that! It's embarrassing...the way you say things!" Ahn covered her face knowing it was red again. Does he even realize how flirty he sounded!?

How boyfriend-ish?

"Does it make me nice?" He asked suddenly.

Ahn bursted out laughing. She shook her head and went to sit in the bed. "It does, but it gives the wrong impression. It makes you sound like my boyfriend."

"That would be horrible."

Ahn frowned and took her hands off her face. "It would, wouldn't it? I don't know much about you but I feel bad for any girl who's ever been with you."

Chanyeol crossed his arms and looked at her, tilting his head to the side. "Then why is your face heating?"

He sighed and walked to her bathroom. When he came back he handed her the eye drops. "They're getting better. Let's not ruin it."

Ahn took the bottle, still embarrassed at what he said. There was no way she could have a conversation like this with someone evil...

Right?

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Kai and Chanyeol stared at the small phone in complete confusion. Or maybe complete horror. It took a lot to scare a demon, it might be near impossible, but yet here they were.

"Ya! Who told you to sleep with a human?" Chanyeol slapped Kai's arm, making sure it would hurt him.

Kai winced and shook his head wildly. "No, I promise I didn't! I didn't do any of this?"

Chanyeol was going to punch him next but Kiol showed up, handing them both drinks. "What's going on now?"

"Ask him!" Chanyeol shouted, annoyed.

"I swear I didn't do anything!"

Kiol took the phone and started reading, he then laughed and gave them back the phone. "It's a fanfic. It's all fictional."

"What does that mean?" Chanyeol demanded.

"It means someone liked him enough to write a fictional book about him. Actually it's very normal these days." Kiol chuckled. "Seems like both of you are behind on modern day things."

Chanyeol skimmed through the story. In this story they wrote Kai was some superpowered human with the ability to teleport. Also the ability to grow his dick into an abnormal size. Chanyeol sighed in relief, humans are scary. They're so intuitive without realizing it. Kai was leaning in, reading with him. "I sound kind of cool, don't I?"

"Who wrote this?"

"I don't know. Baekhyun sent it to me and told me to have fun."

"You're getting awfully close to them aren't you?"

"Wasn't that my job? I even made sure they all saw my ring that day."

Chanyeol glared, not happy with the situation again. Yes that was his job but if he had such a thing written about him did that mean Chanyeol was behind? He had been a lot nicer these days but if Ahn wasn't writing a fanfic about him does that mean he failed again?

She was never going to do the contract with him at this rate.

He grabbed Kai's shoulder and his friend looked at him with a wary look. "Help me join their group."

"How!?"

"I don't know plan a meeting with all of us!"

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Entangled - Part 9

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Alcohol Consumption | Language take a shot whenever you see the f word smh Word Count: 8.3k Author Notes: So...Im sorry 😬? But aye, what's a story without a beach chapter, am I right?? I can't believe how close we are to the finish line. I think we have 3 chapters left ??? give or take. wooow will I actually finish a story for the first time in my life?? (like a real one not just a lil scenario haha). Sorry for the late update, I was gonna post on yeols bday but thought this wasnt a great present lmfaooo As always, dont be shy with letting me know your thoughts on the chapter, a def will need to know how you all feel at the end of this one 😮‍💨. Thank you to everybody still rocking with the story, it means sooo much to me 💕 and give our boy chanyeol some loooove MWAH!!!

It doesn’t take Seulgi and you long to change and head down to the beach. Being able to see the guys from up in your room, you join them quickly.

They got their hands on a grill somehow, and you find Jongdae already cooking on it, beer in one hand.

“Already looking like a dad, Dae,” Seulgi announces in greeting, taking in his unbuttoned green Hawaiian shirt, oversized sunglasses, and fisherman’s hat. He grins brightly and rewards her with a fresh piece of juicy meat.

Beside Jongdae and the grill sits a long table covered with food, drinks, and a bluetooth speaker currently playing chill R&B. A little further behind him is a blue canopy to block the blazing sun from your sensitive skin, chairs littered underneath it.

This area of the beach is privately owned, for hotel residents only. Despite how large the hotel is, only a few other families dot the shore, all far enough away that your little party is practically secluded.

You drop your bag onto a chair and dig into it, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen. You rub it into any skin of yours exposed before walking out of the canopy, holding it up for everyone to see. “Who needs some?”

Sehun and Jongin come running towards you, both only wearing swim trunks. You suck your teeth, their backs are probably already screaming at them.

Jongin gets to you first. You turn him around and begin to apply the protective lotion onto his back, where it will be hard for him to reach.

“We missed you last night,” he says.

“I know,” you reply. For some reason, your throat constricts, dragging your voice down to a deep mumble. “I’m sorry for leaving. I just….”

“I understand,” he says, patting one of your hands. Throwing his head back, he tosses you a sweet grin. You return his smile before handing him the bottle so that he can cover the rest of himself.

With Jongin preoccupied, Sehun makes his way over, already trying to get a read on you. He understands the language of your body enough to fill in blanks you don’t even know are empty.

“Good afternoon,” you greet, keeping your voice neutral.

“He’s in the water,” is his reply.

“Who?” Damn this man. He’s good.

He scoffs. “Please, you’ve been scanning the area non stop since you’ve arrived. Baekhyun had to drag him out as soon as he got here. He was getting pretty worked up about something. I’m assuming it was the fact you weren’t here.”

“Weird,” is your convincing response. You push his arm, leading him to turn around so that you can attempt to save him from skin cancer.

“Weird, indeed.” Despite not being able to see you, his curious gaze can still be felt. “Makes me wonder what happened after you left the reception.”

“Not something I really want to talk about.” You wince, knowing you’ve slipped up and said too much. The simple sentence bares a lot to unpack, and Sehun loves other people’s dirty laundry.

But, in Sehun fashion, he doesn’t push. It’s one thing you love about him. Instead, he faces you and grabs the sunscreen, silently lotioning the rest of his body. When he’s done he reaches over to you, pulling at the black kimono you had meticulously put on over your swimsuit, to return the favor.

“Sehun!”

He yanks the thin fabric and it falls off your shoulders. You both freeze. He only lifts an eyebrow as his eyes rake down the expansion of your exposed skin littered in harsh dark bruises. His gaze lingers for an uncomfortably long time. You want to pull away, but find yourself paralyzed, a mouse caught in the stare of a hungry snake.

“Stop staring.”

The voice is gruff. A wet hand pulls at your arm, ripping the kimono from Sehun’s frozen hand. You stumble backwards until you hit a chill wetness that makes you hiss as it soaks into your back. Sehun’s eyes are the only thing to move as they shift to the person protectively hovering behind you. His expression is cool, but you catch the way his eyes alight in amusement. Swallowing thickly, you work the courage to see who’s caught his attention….

Chanyeol stops glaring at Sehun long enough to spin you around so that you’re facing each other. With gentle fingers, he fixes your pullover, maneuvering it so that it’s covering your neck, hiding most of the damage.

He clicks his tongue in dismay. “This won’t do.”

“I have a shirt,” you inform in a small voice. “It doesn’t have a collar though.”

“One second.” Chanyeol walks away, no longer blocking the radiant view of crashing teal waves, powdery sand, and miles of blue sky. White clouds speckle the troposphere, the negative image of your neck and chest. Off to your right, Sehun still stands, a glorious statue made of pale marble.

You can’t bring yourself to acknowledge his presence.

Chanyeol returns. In his hands is the ugly Hawaiian shirt Jongdae was wearing.

You become aware of the rashguard covering his torso. The collar is high, covering the base of his neck where any hickeys can be hidden, although you can just barely see the start of one peeking out. You curse yourself for not thinking of buying one.

“May I?” He gently asks. Is that not how he asked to strip you last night? The reminder takes your voice, as does the reserved look in his eyes. He’s testing the water, trying to see where you both stand at the moment. You nod, allowing him access to touch you, lost in his grim expression.

Gently, ever so gently, his fingers brush over your shoulders, sneaking under the thin garment. You battle a shiver as he lifts the back of his hands, knocking the fabric off with his knuckles. You roll back your shoulders, helping him make the cover cascade onto the sand below.

Chanyeol’s bright eyes wander over your flesh. He grunts in satisfaction at the sight of the marks he’s made, pride coloring his features. And you’re transfixed, gulping back saliva flooding your mouth like high tide. Your breathing grows erratic, fingers itching to touch him in return. Apparently that tension hasn’t fully gone away. Looks like you’ll be attracted to him for life.

You want to say something, want to voice an excuse to get your hands on him, but a sharp whistle cuts through the air before you can speak, breaking the spell Chanyeol has you falling under. You blink away your thirst, remembering where you are, of the audience you have.

“Looks like you got into some fun last night!” Jongdae, the culprit of the whistle, points out in a yell.

You’re now hyper aware of all your friends. Baekhyun, who you’re just now noticing, sits in the shallow part of the water where the waves roughly push him, dressed identically to Chanyeol. He’s looking in your general direction, squinting against the sun to see what all the commotion is about. Seulgi stands beside Jongdae. She’s in the middle of applying sunscreen, one of her legs lifted like a flamingo. She doesn’t have to say anything for you to hear her ‘oh shit’, wobbling as she balances on that one leg. Sehun is still staring right next to you, but the whistle was able to jolt him back from stone. Then there is Jongin, who jogs back to where everyone is congregated to curiously see what is going on.

Being the only one moving, your head spins over to him, seeing how his mouth slacks and his eyes widen in shock.

“What happened?” He asks, concerned.

Embarrassed, you snatch the shirt out of Chanyeol’s grip, rushing to put it on so that everyone will stop staring at you like you just told them you murdered someone.

“Mind your business,” you snap. You regret it instantly when Jongin’s face falls like a kicked puppy. It can’t be helped, you have a tendency to lash out when embarrassed.

“Dae! The meat!””

Gratefully, a hard gust of wind blows in, lifting the aluminum foil with the cooking meat off the grill, falling onto the sand.

That distracts everyone from you. You thank a higher power.

Jongdae stares forlornly at the meat, watching sand coat it like seasoning.

“What are you doing!” Baekhyun yelps, rushing to his feet. “Pick it up!”

That pulls Jongdae out of whatever trance he was in and he lurches forward, grabbing the hot foil and tossing it onto the end of the table. He hisses and shakes his hands, sticking a reddening thumb into his mouth.

Baekhyun rushes over to the table for quality control and his shoulders slump at the damage.

“This batch is no good.”

“Way to go, Jongdae,” Chanyeol chides. He then peeks over to you, surreptitiously checking your reaction.

“Shut it!” Jongdae snaps back.

Seeing a good opportunity to escape, you go to make your way over to Seulgi. Chanyeol is not having that, and you only get one step in before he’s snatching your wrist, holding you in place in front of him.

“Don’t go,” he begs under his breath.

You refuse to look up at him, knowing that whatever expression he currently wears will kill what little resolve you have. You know you need to discuss what happened the night before, and why he woke up alone this morning, but you hate confrontation and don't want to have this conversation right at this moment. To be honest, you just want to relax for a bit. Is that so wrong?

You remain silent, not really sure what to say to get him off your back for the time being.

“Just talk to me,” he urges. “You were gone when I woke up, and….”

He falls silent, and you can’t resist the temptation any longer. You break and lift your chin, sucking in a breath at what greets you. It’s that same tortured expression from yesterday. Nerves, apprehension, and defeat swim in his opaque orbs, purple his lips. And you know you can no longer prolong with conversation. He’s hurting. You’re hurting him, and it’s not fair to keep tormenting him like this.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks dejectedly, intently searching you for the answer.

You open your mouth to answer him. To tell him no, he did nothing wrong, but then Seulgi is calling your name and running up to you. She grabs the arm Chanyeol isn’t holding. “Let’s get in the water. It’s hot.”

She completely ignores Chanyeol as she heads for the shore, dragging you with her.

“I’m sorry,” is all you’re able to get out before you’re pulled completely from his gentle touch. He releases your wrist without a fight, letting you retreat glumly.

“I’m going to have to talk to him eventually,” you tell Seulgi, rolling your eyes. You hit the water and hiss from the shock of the freezing temperature.

“You two don’t get much talking done when you’re together,” she answers, breathless from the cold of the water.

Ignoring–and also maybe even embracing–the pain from the waves chilling your warm skin, you both run until you’re thigh deep and then dive right in, swimming deeper into the abyss.

You float on your back and try to focus on the paradise you’re in, instead of the devastated look in Chanyeol’s eyes. To no avail.

There’s some crashing noises that pull you upright to see Baekhyun running in to join Seulgi and you.

When he’s close, he jumps onto Seulgi, pulling her under water. Not one to miss an opportunity, you hop onto his back. The three of you break the surface, sputtering for air.

You stay secured around Baekhyun as you all catch your breaths.

“What the hell,” Seulgi coughs, splashing him in the face. He laughs, but chokes on the sea salt, and you squeal when you’re caught in her attack.

Letting go of Baekhyun, you swim back around so that Seulgi and you are turned towards the shore with him facing you both.

“Is he still sulking?” He asks.

You dare a glance over to where Chanyeol is, refusing to acknowledge how quickly you’re able to seek him out. He’s in the chair you had claimed, watching the water with a sullen pout as he rests his chin in his hand.

“Oh yeah,” Seulgi answers. “The clouds around him are turning gray, he’s in such a mood.”

“He wouldn’t be like that if you’d stop avoiding him, you know?”

“I’m not avoiding him,” you say. “We just spoke.”

Baekhyun snorts. “Yeah and I can tell you’re both on the same page. Nice talk.”

He throws you a sarcastic thumbs up, you stick your tongue out at him.

He grows solemn. “Please, say something to him. The poor man is beating himself up right now.”

You sink further into the water, dipping in until your mouth is submerged, and run a hand over the tiny waves bobbing you.

Beside you, Seulgi sighs. “I may have ruined their talk.”

Baekhyun throws his head back and groans. “You’re killing me, Smalls.”

“How was I supposed to know?” She asks. “It looked like they were about to ditch us and fuck again. I’m just trying to help her not make another decision she’s going to instantly regret.”

“Whatever happens between them is their business, Seulgi,” Baekhyun says, sounding uncharacteristically reasonable. “You have to let them work through it their way.”

You wave your hand above your head like a needy sim. “I’m right here, you know?”

Seulgi pouts like a chastised child. “You’re right.”

Both Baekhyun and you spin your heads towards her in surprise.

“Did you just say I’m right?” Baekhyun asks. His shock quickly morphs into cockiness, if the grin splitting his face is any indicator.

She’s now the one to groan. “I will not be repeating myself.”

“I’ll cherish the moment for the rest of my life.” Baekhyun turns to you and his smile softens. “Talk to him soon. He’s getting annoying.”

“I will. I promise.” You assure. “Thank you, Hyunnie, for doing this. I know it isn’t easy for you either, being in the middle like this. I appreciate it.”

He shrugs. “You’re both my friends. I want to see you happy. I just hope you can work it out.”

Jongin and Jongdae come barrelling towards your group. As soon as you see your sweet friend, you can’t help but hold your arms out for him.

“Nini!” You cry. He laughs and falls into your embrace, tackling you back into the depths of the sea. When you both emerge, you apologize for yelling at him.

“You’re forgiven,” he says, never taking anything to heart. “But I was surprised. I didn’t expect to see all your bruises. It looks like you got beat up.”

You whine his name. “You’re making it worse.”

“Hey, they do say that weddings are the best place to pick up chicks,” Jongdae says. “Well, I guess dudes for you. Unless….”

He gives you a wicked smirk and you splash him.

“Anyway, good on you for getting some. You deserve it.”

“Thanks, Jongdae,” you say dryly, rolling your eyes. “Also, my bad on the shirt. I forgot I was wearing it before I got in here.”

He takes notice of his button down floating around you and gasps dramatically. “You better wash it before you give it back. It was expensive.”

You look at him skeptically. “This tourist shirt?”

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to have those two cook the meat?” Baekhyun asks, putting your incoming argument with Jongdae to a halt. All five of you turn to the last people still on dry land. The tall boys stand over the grill, Chanyeol with the tongs in his hand. His eyebrows are scrunched as he listens to Sehun adamantly speaking, nodding and answering occasionally. it’s a deep conversation you don’t want any part of.

Jongdae shrugs. “I need a break. It’s hot.”

You all play in the water for some time. Once hunger becomes too great to ignore, you swim back to the beach. Immediately, you crack open a cold beer, nearly moaning when it hits your belly. Now this is what you need. You’ve been sober far too long.

Jongdae wasn’t lying about the heat. Even under the canopy, you can’t escape the sun’s harsh rays. You succumb to the weather and peel off Jongdae’s now dry shirt, not caring anymore if the other’s see your marks, it’s already old news.

Slowly, you all make your way to the table. it’s out in the open and everyone is a bit hesitant to sit out there, but that’s where the food resides. Both Baekhyun and Chanyeol take off their shirts, overwhelmed by the temperature.

“Holy shit, Yeol,” you hear Jongdae say. “What happened to you?”

Everyone glances over to the tall man and your heart sinks at the sight of his exposed back. It’s hard to miss the rows of scratches you carved down his shoulder blades, red and angry.

At the mention of his name, Chanyeol turns around, revealing his neck, shoulders, and chest that look exactly like yours. Actually, his marks are deeper, darker. You were really letting him have it. In your defense, he did encourage you to do your worst, so it is hard for you to find any sympathy to send to the giant.

A loaded silence fills the area as he locks eyes with you. You sigh. That’s enough of an answer for everyone.

Giving up, you chug your beer empty as the extra heat of everyone’s attention bounces back and forth between you both, connecting the purple and blue dots.

“No way….” Jongin’s fingers trace the trail of his eyes. “Did you two…?”

You close your eyes in dismay. You’re going to hear it now.

“Wait a damn minute!” Jongdae’s loud ass voice echoes over the speaker. “You mean to tell me Chanyeol was the one who left those hickeys on you!?”

He gives you an impressed grin. “You naughty girl.”

You simply sink lower into your chair.

“Are you guys together now?” Jongin asks, bouncing on his toes in giddy excitement.

“I mean….” Chanyeol searches you out in hopes you’ll answer that question for him as well.

The attention has you awkwardly laughing, readjusting yourself so that you’re sitting properly again.

“Please, you guys,” you say, laughter coating every consonant. “It’s nothing.”

Chanyeol’s head tilts at that, eyes fluttering in confusion. “What do you mean ‘nothing’?”

Your heart sinks as you realize you’ve made matters much worse. Chanyeol’s getting worked up now, and the last thing you want is to fight in front of everybody.

“I just mean it’s not a big deal.”

If your first sentence was you putting your foot in your mouth, this one is the whole damn leg.

“Not a big deal?” He repeats skeptically. He turns so that he’s properly looking at you, making sure he’s understanding correctly. “You think us having sex is ‘not a big deal’?”

“Okay,” Jongdae drawls. “Not together then.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you begin to explain, really wishing this conversation wasn’t happening like this. “It was a big deal to me, okay? But they shouldn’t expect more because of it.”

“Like us getting back together?” He continues to question in a monotonous tone. “You’re saying that they shouldn’t get their hopes up about us getting back together just because we had sex.”

“Exactly!” You clap, glad he understands.

“So that wasn’t us getting back together?”

His disappointment is hard to disguise, and it makes you feel bad. Again you’re reminded that if you’d just talked before this wouldn’t be happening. You sigh and prepare yourself to explain where you’re coming from.

“Chanyeol–”

“Meat’s getting cold,” Sehun interrupts, ending the real conversation before it can start. You’re grateful for it, still not mentally prepared to break Chanyeol’s heart any further, although it seems you may be past that point. Chanyeol’s jaw is tense, honestly everything about him is tense as he nods his head like he finally understands something before stomping over to the table, sitting at the end furthest from the canopy. He grabs a beer, cracking it open and guzzling it down rather aggressively.

Everyone else reluctantly takes Chanyeol’s lead. When Baekhyun passes you, he grimaces, politely letting you know that you messed up. Sehun is the last to walk past. He stops and reaches a hand out for you to grab. You sigh before taking it, allowing him to pull you up.

“The last thing I want right now is a lecture,” you tell him.

“I’m just checking on you,” he assures. “You good?”

You stare at him. ‘Do I look like I’m good’ written all over your face and he grins, gaining the reaction he wanted. It’s gone as quick as it comes, an air of seriousness taking over.

“I thought we talked about this.” He starts.

You point a finger at him. “Lecture.”

He purses his lips and lets his attention wander to the table. Everyone is trying their best to lighten the mood. You look also and are surprised to see Seulgi attempt to make small talk with Chanyeol, although he doesn’t appear that interested in the conversation.

“Okay, no lecture, but let me say one thing.” You groan. “Don’t leave this island with unfinished business. That’s only going to hurt you both more.”

You’re still taking in the table as he speaks, and Chanyeol must feel it because he’s looking back at you. He holds your stare for a few seconds, then catches himself and breaks the contact. It’s selfish, but you’re comforted by the familiar longing still lingering there.

You nod at Sehun’s words, turning back to him. “Yeah. Got it.”

He doesn’t believe you and his expression says as much.

“Hey! Hurry up and grab a plate!” Jongin orders you both.

Sehun pats your arm and heads over to the table, you follow a few steps behind. The food is delicious and the alcohol starts flowing. Soon the sun starts its slow descent, and with full bellies, you all relax more. At this moment, you can’t help but to miss Junmyeon. He’s always the one taking pictures, annoying everyone by forcing you all to pose for what feels like hundreds of photos. Sehun, his successor, makes sure to take as many candids and selfies as he can. You find it easy to smile whenever the camera is focused on you, even when Chanyeol is also in the frame.

Speaking of Chanyeol, the beer, good food, and friendship seems to be working in lifting his spirits. His loud voice carries throughout the beach, and you catch his boisterous laugh from time to time. You’re relieved to know that you haven’t completely ruined this trip for him.

By this point, the sky is a lovely pink and orange, and you’re a bit tipsy. You close your eyes and sway to the beat of whatever song is playing, snapping along. Someone holds your hand, causing your eyes to spring open to see Jongin gently urging you out of your seat. You allow him to drag you into a clear patch of sand near the waves. You start dancing with him, connected hands swinging between you both as you reluctantly laugh. Jongin is your designated dance partner. He’s one of the better dancers of your group, and you’re shy. He got into the habit of getting you out onto the dancefloor to loosen you up in college. Now is no different. You both roll your bodies and sway your hips to the beat, encouraging each other. The longer you dance, the closer you get, until your forehead rests on his collarbone, arms wrap around each other’s waists, and Jongin’s cheek presses atop your head.

“Are you okay?” He softly asks.

His question causes your vision to blur. You stare unseeingly into the now gray sea, waves crashing urgently and tighten your hold around his torso.

“I don’t think so,” you confess.

“I don’t understand,” he says, sounding both confused and frustrated. “You both love each other, right? Why fight?”

“It’s not that simple, Nini. I wish it was, but….” You shake your head, not really knowing how to finish the sentence.

“Is it because of her?” He presses.

You close your eyes at the reminder of Yerim, another person your actions will hurt, and she’s yet to find out of your betrayal.

“Partially,” you admit.

Jongin rubs your back. “It'll work out. As long as you know what you want.”

You wipe your face and pull back to smile up at him, clipping his chin affectionately.

“Now that we’ve had that talk,” you say. “Let’s dance! We’re on vacation! I need to feel like it!”

He chuckles and spins you around so that your back is pressed against his torso.

“Turn the music up!” He orders. Whoever is in charge of the tunes obliges and you’re pleased when a song you can grind to comes on. You throw your arms up into the air and instantly lose yourself to the music, dancing back on Jongin who matches your moves easily.

Not really paying attention to your surroundings, you fail to notice someone joining your little party, but they make themselves known by gripping your arms, ripping you out of Jongin’s hold.

“What the–”

For the second time today, Chanyeol has pulled you away from someone. His hands are wrapped so tightly around your forearms, you wince from the pain. He doesn’t catch your discomfort, too busy giving Jongin the fiercest stare you’ve ever seen.

“Get the fuck off of her!” He snarls, dragging you even closer to him so that your face is pressed against his naked heaving chest.

You lean back and attempt to stare him down, but all you see is his sharp jaw.

“We’re just dancing,” you explain defensively.

That makes him look down at you, and you nearly gulp from the fury reflecting in his black orbs.

“That’s not how you ‘just dance’ with someone!”

That’s when you notice the way his words slightly blend together, notice how unsteady he is on his feet.

“You’re drunk,” you point out disappointedly. Remembering how good that did you both the last time he was under the influence.

He chuckles darkly at that. “So are you.”

Ugh, you aren’t anywhere near as faded as he currently is. You attempt to free yourself from him, but he’s holding onto you too tightly to break. There is no escape.

“Chanyeol, Bro, I swear that’s all we were doing,” Jongin calmly reassures.

“Don’t call me ‘bro’,” Chanyeol hisses. “You’ve always been like this, Jongin. You were always touching her! Don’t think I never noticed.”

“She’s my friend,” he says slowly, carefully, as if he’s speaking to a child.

“And she was my fiance!” Chanyeol all but roars. “But that never stopped you!”

You glance around. His outburst draws everyone’s attention and they watch the three of you curiously. Baekhyun and Sehun start to get up from their seats, probably intending to de-escalate the situation, but you don’t want to get anybody else involved. This is between Chanyeol and you. What is happening now is the consequence of you stalling the ‘what are we’ conversation you should’ve had the night before.

“Leave him alone, Yeol,” you mutter. “He’s not the one you’re mad at. It’s me.”

He doesn’t even spare you a glance, too focused on the man behind you. “Why won’t he answer me then? I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I promise I–”

Before Jongin can finish defending himself, you cut him off by putting your hands on Chanyeol’s chest, throwing your weight to shove him. In any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have budged, but his inebriation works in your favor, making him stumble a few steps. Unfortunately, he takes you with him, and you fall forward. He lets go of your arms to catch you by the waist, steadying you both.

“You okay?” He asks with worry.

“Yeah,” you huff. You pat his shoulder. “Why don’t we go for a walk?”

There’s a boardwalk a few meters away that looks deserted, that is probably the best place to have this discussion. Not waiting for an answer, you easily break his hold and start walking towards it. Chanyeol says something to Jongin you can’t catch over the sound of the sea, but it sounds smug enough that you sigh deeply in dismay. You’ll apologize to Jongin tomorrow, you promise to yourself.

When you pass the table, you lock eyes with both Baekhyun and Sehun.

“It’s okay,” you assure them, not even sure if you believe it. It’s enough for them, they stand down and nod, trusting you.

The journey is silent. The sun has disappeared completely by the time you’re on the worn wood, enveloping you in an almost foreboding darkness. The crashing of waves are intense beneath you, doing nothing to soothe your nerves. When you reach the end of the walk, you turn around to the man you know was following you the whole time.

He’s on you before you can even speak. His mouth moves roughly against yours, urgent and desperate. His frustration is felt, as is his still present affection. You fall easily into his kiss, giving into him as naturally as you always have. Your hands curl around his neck, pulling him closer. He cups your face, the palms of his hands squishing your cheeks, puckering your lips more for him to devour. He walks you backwards, until your bare back hits the splintered wood of the banister. it digs into your skin, making you whimper, but it’s not enough pain to distract you from the punishing pressure of Chanyeol’s lips.

The groan he lets out in response is tortured, long fingers desperately begin pulling at the band of your swimsuit bottoms, eager to feel all of you again.

In sync, your mouths fall open, tongues colliding and lewdly twirling together. God. Fuck. You want him. You want him so bad it’s driving you crazy. You’re going to fuck him again. You’re going to fuck him right here on this damn boardwalk, space be damned–

But, that’s exactly the problem, isn’t it?

“Stop,” you gasp between kisses.

He hums before tilting his head to kiss you even deeper. Those wandering hands of his slide down to squeeze your ass. You shutter and press yourself more against him, slipping your arms fully around his neck to drag him lower so that he’s curved over you. A sheen of sweat the only thing between your boiling bodies.

Still, you can’t bring yourself to fall back completely into the make out session. Disappointment floods you. Seulgi is right, the two of you can’t be alone for even a second without falling into this toxic habit.

Now annoyed with how weak you are, you finally muster the strength to shove Chanyeol back, officially breaking the kiss.

With much needed space between you, you feel the fog of lust begin to clear and can think better. Chanyeol doesn’t say anything or make a move to resume what you interrupted. No. He just stands there, watching you with an expression you find hard to read as you both attempt to catch your heaving breaths.

“What?” He finally asks, voice hoarse and deeper than hell. “You don’t want me anymore, Mel?”

There’s no sorrow, none of the longing or anger he’s shown throughout the day, which is surprising. It’s almost as if he knew this was how the night was going to go. Like he knew you were going to push him away.

“That….” You swallow thickly. “That’s not it.”

“Then what’s the problem?” He asks, taking a step towards you. You try to counter it, but that leads to more wood stabbing you. You’re sure some break the skin. He takes another step and now he’s directly in front of you, a mere breath away. He lowers his head to be more level with yours, giving you a close up view of his wound up fury.

“The problem,” you nearly stutter, overwhelmed by the hostility now coming off of him in waves. He’s never directed his anger towards you–the situation maybe, but never you–it’s intimidating and scary. You lick your dry lips, trying to find your voice, and he watches detachedly. “My problem is the opposite, Chanyeol. I still very much do.”

“That doesn’t seem like a problem to me.”

“Look at us!” You say. “We can’t be alone for five seconds without being all over each other! Last night was not supposed to happen the way it did! We weren’t supposed to sleep together!”

“But we did,” he snarls through clenched teeth. “And that means something, whether you want it to or not!”

“All that it means to me is we need space. This is too much for me, Yeol. We need time apart to figure out what the hell we actually want.”

“What is too much for you?” He asks, sounding exasperated. “The way I feel about you? The way you still feel about me? What is there to figure out? We still want each other, nothing else matters!”

“We still want each other physically!” You clarify. “I can agree with that, but the longer we’re together, the more I think that’s all we want!”

“Of course not!” He finally yells. You flinch from the volume and that makes him catch himself. He huffs out a breath before repeating in a much gentler tone, “of course not.”

He grabs one of your hands, thumb caressing your knuckles. “You are way more than that. You always have been. This is more than physical to me.”

Everything inside of you is screaming to believe him, and he himself is asking for that. For you to have faith in this, and to give it a chance.

“Then why didn’t you say it back?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he stares at the forming tears in your eyes and the slight wobble of your lips in confusion. He searches for the context to your question. It takes a minute, but then his eyes widen in realization and his mouth falls open, a slight ‘oh’ leaving before he’s snapping it back shut. The look he gives you after that is something akin to pity.

And there is your answer. You pull your hand out of his grasp, using it to wipe away the tears that slipped past your waterline. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

He scrambles in alarm from your withdrawal. “Can you please stop saying shit like that?”

“Why?” You snap. Your irritation grows with every second he doesn’t give you the answer you desire. “It doesn’t. I didn’t mean it anyways. It just slipped out, so…yeah.”

You fidget nervously and try to make out the waves crashing against the wood underneath you. You’re so focused on that, you miss the way Chanyeol recoils in shock. You also miss the reigniting flames of his dimming anger.

“So when you told me you loved me, you didn’t mean it. Yet, you’re mad at me for not saying it?”

Him saying it out loud makes you cringe in embarrassment. As if he hasn’t done enough, you sense mockery in his tone. When you meet his eye again, the anger is still there, but it’s mostly frustration you notice.

“I’m not mad that you didn’t say it,” you deny.

“Yes you are!” He lets out a humorless laugh. Yeah, he’s definitely frustrated. “Is that what all this is about? Why you left this morning? Look, I’m sorry! It wasn’t because I didn’t feel the same, I was just…preoccupied.”

“Preoccupied with what?” You ask in disbelief.

He gives you a steady look, eyebrows raised in a way to say, ‘you know what’. It takes a minute for you to decipher what he’s alluding to, but then you remember what happened right after your little confession and groan his name, appalled.

“See?” He’s grinning like a madman now, pulling at your arms in an attempt to catch your attention. “That’s all I ever wanted to hear. And once I did, I couldn’t control myself anymore. You telling me you love me made me cum.”

“Be serious right now,” you say, frowning in disgust.

“Oh, I’m very serious right now,” he says, that gleefully large grin still on his face.

You throw him a skeptical look. “You’re smiling and talking about cum. You think this is a joke.”

That makes his smile slowly disappear. He says your name. “I don’t think this is funny. I’m telling you the truth. You want me to prove it to you? Hm? I’ll say it right now. I lo–”

“I don’t want to hear it now!” You interrupt in a shout. “If you had said it then, things might’ve been different, but you didn’t. I don’t care why you didn’t either. That was all the confirmation I needed. We have no idea what we want from this.”

“Here we go again,” he groans, walking a bit away from you.

You jut your jaw at that. “I’m going to repeat myself until you get it through that thick skull. Whatever happened, happened. It’s done. We’re done.”

Chanyeol’s frustration is back with a vengeance. His fingers run through his dark hair, yanking at the strands as he starts pacing in front of you. “How can you say that when you had your tongue down my throat minutes ago? You let me cum inside you! You told me you loved me! And that’s it? There’s mixed signals and then there’s whatever the fuck you’re doing right now.”

“There you go talking about cum again,” you mutter to yourself. Louder, “I’m being realistic! It’s only been three days. Three! And, what? We’re just supposed to pick up right where we left off? Act like the past few years never happened? That’s not how this works, and I doubt that’s healthy. We need more time.”

“I already told you that I’ll always love you, and I meant that. I know you’re scared, Mel. Hell, I’m scared too. You’re right, things are moving fast, but that’s because we still care for each other. I know you still love me. You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t. This wouldn’t be us pretending we never broke up. This can be us realizing that we’re better together. That we’re even stronger now that we’ve had time to figure out who we are apart. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“It was,” you’re quick to emphasize the past tense. “But I’ve changed a lot since the last time you saw me, Yeol, so stop acting like you know me.”

Something you say catches his attention, and he narrows his eyes suspiciously. “You haven’t changed much.” He says your name. “I still know you, probably better than anybody else here. Just like you still know me.”

He’s stilled from pacing, and it’s a bit ominous after watching him frantically walk for the past couple minutes. He runs a hand over his face tiredly and lets out a heavy sigh. “So, that’s really what this is about.”

You raise an eyebrow questioningly and he laughs, shaking his head.

“I was hoping it wasn’t, but what you just said…. It all makes sense now.” He’s muttering under his breath, talking to himself.

“What are you going on about?” You ask.

“This morning, when I woke up and you weren’t there, I knew. I didn’t want to believe it, that you would do something like that, but I knew what happened the moment I realized you had left me.”

Your body begins to shake, and it isn’t from the cold. Foreboding chills your spine, causing goosebumps to rise, sharpening once he locks eyes with you, the accusations hard to miss.

“You still hate me.”

His hands curl into tight fists at his sides, trembling–as are his shoulders, his voice. He closes his eyes, taking deep calming breaths you doubt help him much.

“And now you’re telling me you didn’t mean it when you said you loved me. That you changed since the ‘last time I saw you’. Was that your plan all along? To seduce me? Make me think you still gave a shit so that I’d let you fuck me and then leave? Was last night revenge sex?”

“No,” you gasp, genuinely shocked by his conclusion. “I already told you, it was a lapse of judgment–”

“I’m not playing this fucking game with you!” He shouts. His voice breaks, just like his heart currently does. “You don’t get to hurt me again. You can’t play with my feelings everytime I allow myself to be open with you. Maybe you’re right, Mel. Maybe I don’t know you anymore, because I never thought you could do something this fucking cruel.”

“Me? Cruel?” Your anger flares up. “What the fuck about you? You come here, bring some other girl you care nothing for, and then pretend like we never knew each other! Then proceeded to ignore her the whole time to flirt with me any chance you got!”

“We’re not talking about this trip!” Chanyeol dismisses. “I should have never brought her, I know that now, but that’s not what this is about. This is about the time before that, when you gave me back the engagement ring!”

Sehun mentioned the night before the wedding that you have a baseless grudge against Chanyeol, one that twisted the love you have for him, crossing that thin line over to hate. He was positive you made something up, a ‘lie’ he called it, to keep Chanyeol at arm’s length from your heart in order to protect it. The truth is that Sehun grew cocky. He believed so deeply that you couldn’t keep anything from him, that it was impossible to with the way he can so easily read you, that he never suspected when you did. It was only one thing. One thing you decided to keep to yourself, refusing to confide in even Sehun. The reason? To protect the man in front of you, the same way he protected you.

The last thing you want is to bring it up, but technically, Chanyeol is doing it first.

“Gave it back?” You’re in total disbelief. “You took it back the morning after you slept with me and then completely ghosted like I was some one night stand!”

“That’s what you wanted!”

“When?” You ask, baffled. “When I invited you over? Or was it in the middle of us having sex?”

He runs a hand roughly through his hair. “Okay, but why did you invite me over?”

“Because I–”

He doesn’t let you finish, his own anger from that day getting the best of him. “Because you wanted to give me the ring back!”

His voice has risen, and it silences you completely.

“Fuck!” He’s saying your name again, but there isn’t an ounce of affection. “You wanted to return the ring. It was the one thing–the only thing that gave me hope. I told you to keep it, because I knew as long as you still had it, there was still a future for us. But then you called me. It hadn’t even been a year since our separation–because that’s what we were, separated not broken up–and the first time I hear from you it’s to tell me you want to give me back your fucking ring!”

Your head is spinning, attempting to comprehend everything he just admitted, filling in blanks you have been trying to figure out for years now. You hate to admit it, but some things are starting to make sense.

“So, which was it then?” You question rather calmly. “You were still hurt from when I broke things off, so when I reached out you saw your chance to return the favor? Or was it because you thought that’s why I asked you to come over, so you got upset, slept with me, and left as a big fuck you?”

“Neither,” he reveals, evident disgust from your thought process. “Sleeping with you that night just happened. I didn’t do it with the intention to hurt you.”

“Sounds familiar,” you point out. He pinches the bridge of his nose. It feels like you’re going nowhere. Like you’re speaking in circles. “But okay, fine, say I believe that you didn’t do it to hurt me. Why did you leave?”

“Because I didn’t want what happened that night to become our normal,” he admits. “You knew how I felt about you, and I didn’t want you to take advantage of that–of me. Come on, Mel, you’ve always known the power you have over me. If you had told me that night that all you wanted from me was sex, I’d given that to you. Hell, if you told me right now that’s all you want, I’d give it to you. I’d give you anything. You’re my Melody.” He takes a deep shaky breath. “But I knew that if I reduced myself to that just to keep you, it would destroy me. I didn’t want to lose myself like that. And I don’t ever want to hate you. That’s why I ultimately left. Took the ring–like you told me to–and ran before you could change my mind. That was me setting a boundary for myself. I had to let you go before I allowed you to use and break me.”

Your heart sinks at his explanation. “Do you really think I’d treat you like that?”

“Do you really think I’d make love to you and not mean it?” He counters.

Again, you’re back at square one. Blinking at one another, trying to figure out where you stand in each other’s hearts. With the newfound knowledge of Chanyeol’s thoughts on that infamous day, you look internally. To be honest, his words don’t sway you much. The hurt from that day is still painful. You vividly remember the way your heart shattered when he was nowhere to be found. To add salt to the wound, he had blocked you on everything, so that you had no way to contact him afterwards. Yes, you really did believe he was capable of doing that.

“No matter what your intention was that day,” you start. “The result is still the same.”

Once Chanyeol hears this, you watch him build up a wall, closing you off from him for the first time. Until right now, you believed he wasn’t capable of doing that to you. That it couldn’t be helped or that he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down in your presence. But watching all the vulnerability, all the honesty, all the affection he had for you vanish before your eyes, you realize you have been giving yourself too much credit.

“I guess that makes us even now, right?” He asks bitterly.

You turn away, partially out of guilt, but also because you can’t stomach the haunted shadow dulling him. He’s right, in a sick way. You both ran away, hurting the other despite the reasoning behind it.

“So, that’s it then?” He asks when you fail to say anything.

“Chanyeol….” You turn back to him and instantly are bombarded with regret. You can so easily fix this. If you really want to, you can tell him that you forgive him for that night, that you truly never meant to hurt him and that the night before meant everything to you. You can walk off this boardwalk hand in hand, laughing with giddiness from falling back in love with your soulmate. Rejoining your friends who would be nothing but ecstatic and supportive of you working through your issues and returning to one another. You can do that. It will only take one simple sentence.

But you don’t forgive him, and you haven’t really resolved anything. Your new relationship would be built on the foundation of ignorance, avoidance, and lust. You didn’t want that, not if it is the cost of having him back at this moment. You both have some healing to do before jumping into this again, and this conversation proved that. You aren’t ready.

“I–yeah. I think it would be for the best if we end things here.”

“Yeah,” he agrees in defeat. He sniffs and scratches the back of his head. “You’re probably right. There’s not much else I can say to make you stay.”

He takes you in one more time. In his reluctance, it’s as if he’s giving you a chance to change your answer, but you both know you won’t. Guess he does still know you well. He clears his throat and without saying goodbye, walks away.

He’s about to clear the walk when you’re yelling at him to wait.

He does. He faces you and watches with wide eyes as you run hastily over to him. You stop at a safe distance, close enough to see him under the dim moonlight, but far enough away that you can’t feel the distracting heat of his body.

He observes you warily, probably wondering how you’re going to break his heart this time. It’s that bit of doubt that made you run. There’s one last thing he needs to know, the one thing he needs to take away from this conversation, if nothing else.

“I don’t hate you.”

It’s the last thing he expected, and his reaction reflects that. His eyes grow glossy and he does his best to blink the unshed tears back, while also fighting the frown weighing the corners of his lips, causing them to tremble. Wordlessly, he reaches out to you, cupping the back of your head, and you let him. You allow him to touch you, to bring you close to him, relishing in his heat against the chilling bite of the ocean’s breeze. He pulls you in and presses a tender lingering kiss onto your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your skin.

And then he’s gone, taking all the warmth with him.

And you watch, as his fire dims and he blends with the gray of your surroundings before disappearing out of sight.

You pray to god that’s not a metaphor.

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Being EXO’s fem!idol crush who gets shipped with them - Maknae Line Ver.

Hyung Line Ver.

a/n: this is based on the SM girl group idol au that i wrote a while back, please read that first so that the writing will make sense :) AND these scenarios are LONG (esp. Chanyeol’s omg it took FOREVER) so i’m splitting this into two parts! enjoy :)

TW: kissing, sleeping in the same bed, mentions of food, slightly suggestive remarks, mentions of bullying, being held, sitting on his lap, mild cursing

Chanyeol:

You were both sent by the company to be on a new variety show called “Idol Roommates,” where a bunch of idols would be living together in the same house for a month. SM had sent you, Chanyeol, Yeri, and Ten, Hybe had sent Beomgyu, Jake, Sakura, and Minji, and JYP had sent Bangchan, Yuna, Lily, and and Gunil. The fans were super excited to see all of their favorite idols be roommates, and you had to admit, you were a little too excited to be living in such close proximity with Chanyeol.

The first episode began with you all arriving to the house with your label mates, and greeting all the other idols in the kitchen. There were cameras hidden all around the house, except for in the bathrooms, so you never really could tell what was being broadcasted and what wasn’t.

“So, what do we do first?” Sakura asked once everyone had arrived.

“Oh, there’s a note here on the table…” Bangchan said as he reached for it. “‘Welcome to your new home for the next month! In this bowl are all of your names. Please draw for your roommate and choose your rooms in order of your ages.’” he read aloud.

“Well, Chanyeol hyung is the oldest, so he goes first.” Ten explained, patting Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“Wow, you don’t have to rub it in.” Chanyeol joked, a playful smile on his face. Everyone laughed along with him, quieting down when he reached into the bowl to draw a name.

“Y/N.” he announced. Everyone turned to you expectantly. Yeri and Ten shot you mischievous grins, to which you blushed and looked away. They knew about your enormous crush on Chanyeol, how he had been your bias since high school, and how you used to have posters of him all over your wall. You shot them a dangerous glare before turning to Chanyeol.

“Alright, shall we go pick our room?” you proposed, desperate to get the attention off yourself.

“Yeah, let’s go!” he agreed, leading you up the stairs.

“This one looks the biggest.” you suggested after you had surveyed all the rooms.

He walked over from the other end of the hall and glanced inside the room you were talking about. “Alright, works for me!”

You had separate beds on opposite sides of the room, but it was still a little awkward. The two of you had several interactions in the past, and they were all pleasant, but mostly formal. You began unpacking your suitcases and shuffling around the room to get settled in silence.

As you did so, you could hear the other groupings running excitedly up the stairs to claim their rooms. Ten and Sakura were first, then Bangchan and Yeri. Gunil had picked Jake, then Beomgyu picked Lily, and that left Yuna and Minji together. Hearing the chatter of your colleagues in the background helped ease the tension a bit.

“Do you sleep with a light on?” Chanyeol asked suddenly, making you jump a bit.

You nodded sheepishly. “I’m a bit scared of the dark to be honest.”

“Ah, you’ll have to remind me. I don’t sleep with a light. Are you okay with having a fan on?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind that!” you told him, shuffling awkwardly. “I’m sorry you got stuck rooming with me. I know I’m not the most fun person in the world.”

“No, don’t be sorry… I’m actually relieved that I drew your name.” he told you reassuringly.

“Really?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re one of the few people I feel comfortable around in the idol world.” he answered, a tiny, bashful grin on his face.

You tried to ignore the flush creeping up your cheeks. “I feel the same way about you.”

Suddenly, Bangchan and Yeri appeared at your door. “Hey, are you guys ready for the debrief? We’re all heading downstairs now.” Chan asked.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Chanyeol replied, leading you out of the room. He followed Bangchan down the stairs, and with their backs to you, Yeri turned around and wiggled her brows at you. You pushed her forward a bit out of annoyance, causing her to tumble down the stairs by a few steps. You instinctively reached out for her, then looked at her, concerned. You both broke out into laughter, her gripping onto the railing and you holding onto her.

“That would’ve sucked.” Yeri chuckled, holding onto her stomach from laughing so hard.

—————

“Okay, so all the housework has been assigned.” Sakura declared, setting down her slice of pizza. “We’ll do meals in order of oldest to youngest, and chores in order of youngest to oldest.”

The production company had sent you all pizza for your first dinner, but you were instructed to prepare meals for the house for the rest of the time you would be there. That meant that you and Chanyeol would be preparing breakfast tomorrow.

For the remainder of the night, you all just chilled in the enormous living room and talked about all of your careers while a movie played on the TV. Conversation was flowing so smoothly that time just seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, everyone was getting up to get ready for bed, including you and Chanyeol.

“You can take a shower first.” he told you, sitting down at his bed to check his phone.

“Okay, thanks!” you chirped, making your way over to the bathroom.

Once you were done and in your pajamas, which embarrassingly enough had little kittens all over them, you padded your way back over to your own bed. “It’s all yours.” you told him.

“Awesome, be right back.” he responded, getting up from his bed. He did a double take as he looked at you. “Nice pajamas. They’re cute.”

You blushed, trying to focus on drying your hair. “Thank you. Kaori got them for me and I just can’t resist wearing them, even if they are kind of silly.”

“They’re perfect.” he smiled as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks to cool them off. Get it together Y/N. You’re on TV.

You went about the rest of your nightly routine, then curled up in bed to scroll on your phone for a bit. After a while, you heard the water shut off, meaning that Chanyeol was done with his shower. And then it happened. Everything went to black.

You yelped a bit at the sudden darkness, gripping onto your blankets.

“Guys?” you heard Gunil shout from down the hallway.

Everyone started emerging into the hallway with their phone flashlights on. “Is everyone okay?” you heard Lily ask.

“Everyone’s here except for Chanyeol and Y/N.” Jake stated. You heard shuffling down the hallway coming towards your room, which only made your anxiety worsen. You didn’t want any of your adult colleagues to see you scared out of your mind just because the electricity went out.

Just as you were preparing to face your housemates, Chanyeol emerged from the bathroom and practically sprinted over to the door with his own phone’s flashlight.

“Yeah, we’re both good in here.” he told your housemates from the doorway, shielding you from the view. “Since it’s the middle of the night anyway, I say we just all go to sleep. The production company’s cameras will have suddenly shut off, so I’m sure they’ll fix it by morning.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Chan agreed. “Well, since everyone’s okay, let’s just go back to our rooms.”

Once everyone was back in their rooms, Chanyeol rushed over to you, sitting down on your bed. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern. You had never seen him so serious before.

“Yeah… just scared…” you shuddered, gripping onto your blankets.

“It’s okay, nothing is gonna happen to you. I promise.” he comforted you, patting your shoulder. “Do you think you can try to go to sleep?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I’d be too anxious. I know that nothing is going to happen to me, but it’s just a fear I’ve never been able to shake.”

He looked as if he was tossing an idea around in his head. Hesitantly, he looked back up at you. “Would you be able to sleep if we shared a bed?”

Your eyes went wide. Was Park Chanyeol actually offering to sleep in the same bed as you just so you would feel safe? It was as if all of your dreams were coming true in this moment.

You coughed awkwardly. “Well um… you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, but… it would definitely help.” you stuttered out.

“I don’t mind at all.” he told you, a comforting smile on his features. “I just want you to feel better.”

You grinned, feeling your heart swell with emotions, then scooched over to make room for him.

It was obviously a little bit awkward at first. You both faced away from each other, a good three inches of space between the two of you. You thought that was going to be how the rest of the night went, until you started shaking.

“Y/N, are you trembling?” Chanyeol asked, turning towards you.

You froze. “Um… yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just scared.” you sighed in humiliation.

“It’s alright… do you want me to hold you?” he offered, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I… I don’t want you to feel like you have to…” you spat out reluctantly, even though your heart was screaming at you to say yes immediately.

“I want to, Y/N.” he told you, a slight chuckle slipping out as he did so. “I mean, who doesn’t want to hold the person they like as they fall asleep?”

Your heart stopped. More than anything, you said in your head.

Your mouth fell open in shock, and you frantically flopped over to face him completely. “You like me?”

He nodded, a small smirk on his face. “I thought it was obvious.”

Your face broke out into a huge, toothy grin, and you lunged forward to hide your blushing face in his chest. He chuckled at your bashfulness, closing his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“Shall we get some sleep?” he asked.

You happily nodded in his hold. “I think I can manage now that I’ll have something to dream about.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before curling up around you.

“Goodnight Chanyeol.”

—————

In the morning, you tumbled awake to see him sitting up against the headboard scrolling on his phone. “I was just about to wake you up.” he chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded groggily, smiling through squinted eyes. “All thanks to you.” you curled into his side.

“Although you look super adorable right now, we really should get started on breakfast.” he suggested. “We don’t want everyone going hungry.”

“I suppose so…” you sighed, getting out of bed. You both threw on your robes and slippers and made your way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Alright, what are we working with?” Chanyeol inquired as he opened the fridge, inspecting its contents.

“Well first of all, we’re going to need lots of coffee.” you giggled, busying yourself with the coffee pot.

“Very true. I can get started on some eggs and bacon while you do that.” he decided, swiping the ingredients out of the fridge and moving over to the stove. You prepared breakfast in a comfortable silence, that was, until the front door swung open, and three suited men strode in. You recognized one as your manager, but had no idea who the other two were.

“Hyung? What’s going on?” Chanyeol asked one of the men you didn’t know. You now assumed it was his manager.

“Don’t worry, we shut the cameras off this morning.” the man responded to him. “However, the production manager would like to tell you something.” He turned to the last remaining unidentified man and looked at him begrudgingly. Your own manager looked equally as annoyed with the supposed production manager, tapping his foot impatiently.

The man sighed. “The electrical outage was staged last night. Cameras were rolling throughout the entire night, and everything that went on was broadcasted.”

“You mean… the fans saw…?” you asked meekly, feeling your heart drop into your stomach.

“Yes, they saw you and Chanyeol sleeping in the same bed and confessing to one another.” your manager told you, a sympathetic look in his eyes. “I’m sorry kid. They didn’t tell us about this, or else we would’ve told you not to act as if you were in private.”

“There is, however, a bit of good news that goes along with this.” Chanyeol’s manager interjected. “The fans are really happy about it.”

You both snapped your heads up in shock. “Really?”

“Our ratings went through the roof.” the production manager explained. “Just in the past eight hours, we’ve received more viewers than any of our previous pilot episodes combined.”

“What are they saying?” you inquired, still incredibly surprised that the response was positive. Fans were not usually supportive of idol romance, wanting to maintain their own personal fantasies about their idols being available. In fact, “Idol Roomates” was kind of a controversial show because it allowed male and female idols to live together as if they were couples.

“See for yourself.” your manager instructed, holding his phone out to you. You began scrolling through some recent tweets he had pulled up on his phone, Chanyeol looking over your shoulder to read them with you.

I TOLD YOU GUYS IDOL ROOMMATES WAS FIRE, NOW WE GET Y/N AND CHANYEOL CONTENT 🔥

channie was soooo sweet to comfort y/n while she was afraid of the dark 🥺 i love seeing him be so soft to her ❤️

that innocent forehead kiss!!! i love them so much!!! <3

“Wow… that’s amazing.” Chanyeol marveled, running a hand through his hair. “So… what now?”

“Well, that’s up to you guys.” his manager replied. “The company has given us the okay to either confirm or deny the relationship based on your wishes.”

You both glanced at the floor, thinking to yourselves for a moment. Suddenly, you looked up and realized that you didn’t owe anyone an explanation.

“Let’s not say anything.” you suggested. Everyone looked over to you with a slightly shocked expression.

“Nothing?” your manager asked. “You mean, just let them wonder?”

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea…” the production manager agreed, tapping his chin in thought. “They are the most popular couple on the show, and no matter what, there are going to be skeptics on whether or not it was staged. Why don’t we just let the show be an experiment?”

“And if we ever do develop a relationship, this can be looked back on as where it developed.” Chanyeol grinned, taking your hand in his.

You grinned at him appreciatively, then turned back to your manager. “Is that okay?”

He shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “It’s your call, kid.”

You looked back over at Chanyeol, who gave you a determined nod.

“Let’s do it.” you decided.

“Alright, case closed.” Chanyeol’s manager stated, clapping his hands together. “We’re going to see that you guys have a few minutes to speak with each other alone before they turn the cameras back on...” He shot a dirty look to the production manager before continuing. “… but other than that, we hope you have fun on the show. And please, don’t take it too far. Fans can be quite temperamental.”

As soon as the three men left the room, you turnt to Chanyeol. “Did you really mean that?”

“What? That I see us developing a relationship?” he asked, scratching his head with a cute smile. “I thought that much was obvious.”

You giggled, shaking your head at yourself. “This is the second time I’ve been completely oblivious. I feel like such a fool.”

“You’re not a fool.” he reassured you, pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. His height always allowed him to give the best hugs. He made you feel so safe and cared for. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Thank you…” you whimpered into his chest. “I really do want to make this work.”

“And it will.” he grinned, rocking you slightly. “I promise.”

You looked up, resting your chin on his chest. “I believe you. You promised nothing would happen to me last night, and you were right.”

He smiled down at you affectionately. “There’s one more thing I want to do with these last few minutes we’ll get alone.”

“Hm?” you asked, once again oblivious to his insinuation.

Before you even had time to register what was happening, his lips were on yours. His hands came up to hold onto your face and press himself further up against you. You held your breath, then relaxed into his arms, hands linking together behind his neck. He began to deepen the kiss, puckering his lips against yours repeatedly and darting his tongue between them periodically. When you were completely out of air, you pulled back, both of your chests heaving against one another.

“I can’t wait until this show is over and we can have some real privacy.” you grinned suggestively. “Now, shall we finish breakfast?”

D.O:

You rubbed your sweaty palms against the rough material of your jeans, taking a deep shaky breath as you waited in the recording studio. Usually when you were nervous in a place like this, it was because you were worried about messing up your notes or forgetting the lyrics. But that wasn’t the case today. You had practiced the drama’s OST relentlessly, and knew the song forwards, backwards, and sideways. What you were nervous about was the fact that you were going to be singing a duet with Do Kyungsoo.

Not only were you totally intimidated by his vocals, but you also had the most mortifying crush on him. Everyone at the company seemed to know about it except him, and you wanted to keep it that day. You just hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him today.

You jumped as he entered the room, springing to your feet. He looked ungodly handsome, clad in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway and jeans.

“Hey Y/N.” he smiled warmly as you locked eyes. “How’s it going?”

“Hey, I’ve been really good!” you choked out, playing with the sleeve of your sweater. “How about you? I saw you guys were in Jeju Island last week. I mean, on Instagram, I wasn’t there stalking you or anything. Not that I’m not a fan, but…” you stopped yourself before you dug down into an even deeper hole.

He chuckled at your babbling, somehow finding it endearing. “We were, it was a really good trip. Although I almost threw Baekhyun off a cliff while we were hiking.”

“Oh, that’s not good! Accidents happen, I suppose.” you shrugged, brushing your hair back behind your ears. You could feel a thin layer of sweat on the back of your neck, a telltale sign that you were nervous. You had to tell yourself to calm down, you didn’t want to look sweaty when they filmed the video.

“Oh no, it would’ve been on purpose. He was being insufferable.” he explained, grinning evilly. God, he was so attractive.

You laughed, genuinely this time. “I get it. Sometimes I want to strangle the girls.”

He hummed in amusement. “Look at us, bonding over wanting to kill our members.”

You giggled at his comment, feeling yourself relax slightly. Maybe this isn’t going to be so ba-

“Alright guys, the company wants us to film the video now, so in the booth.” your manager decreed as he entered the room.

Nevermind.

“We don’t get a chance to practice at all?” Kyungsoo asked, looking understandably irritated.

“I’m sorry guys, they forgot about the deadline they gave the marketing team for the drama.” the other man explained sympathetically. “They need it within the next hour, and editing is going to need at least a half hour after we film it.”

“Awesome…” you sighed, grabbing a pair of headphones and following Kyungsoo into the booth.

You could feel your nerves getting the better of you, making your hands shake and your throat go dry, both of which would not be good for your performance.

Kyungsoo seemed to notice this, and grabbed your hand gently. Your heart stopped, making you freeze in place.

“Hey, you’ve got this.” he whispered with a comforting smile. “You have the voice of an angel.”

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. He thought your voice was angelic?

“Alright guys, camera is rolling.” your manager said from the control panel. Music starting in 3…2…”

You exhaled as the music started, letting yourself ease up. You glanced over at Kyungsoo. He was looking at you with such kind, sensitive eyes. You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you began to sing your lines. When you were looking at him, it was really easy to belt out a love song.

He seemed to feel the same way as he started singing his own verse, his smile never faltering as he gazed into your eyes affectionately.

As you began to sing the chorus together, it was like the stars aligned. You were perfectly in synch, voices intertwining together like two rivers of golden honey merging into one. You were both putting so much passion and energy into the song, the lyrics resonating in both of your hearts as you looked at one another.

As the song came to a close, you both held your notes until the music ended, looking at each other breathlessly. Both of your eyes were twinkling, and you could feel chills running down your spine. That was the best duet you had ever sung with anyone.

“That was amazing you guys!” your manager suddenly said, snapping you out of your daze. “I don’t know how you guys did it perfect on the first try, but great job!”

“Uh, thanks!” you stammered, removing your headphones. You started to blush as you realized the amazing connection you and Kyungsoo had just had. Your anxiety was quickly returning, causing you to act without thinking.

You turned to him. “God, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I mean, you are hot, I mean-“

He looked at you expectantly, as if you could possibly recover from that humiliating sentence. However, he didn’t look embarrassed at all. He had a hopeful glint in his eyes and an anticipated smile.

However, you were far too overwhelmed with your own nerves to notice. “Well, I’m gonna go home. See you later alligator!”

And with that, you bolted out of the studio and ran back to your dorm, not stopping until you were back in your bedroom. Nabi and Kaori were shouting after you, but you just ignored them, slamming your door behind you.

You collapsed your back against the door and slid down until you were on the floor, placing your head in your hands. “‘See you later alligator?’ What am I, 50?!”

—————

After a few hours of cycling through rotting in your bed, pacing the floor in anxiety, crying out of humiliation, and passing out from exhaustion, you were disturbed by yet another knock on your door. You groaned, assuming it was one of your members trying to talk to you again.

“Dude, I love you, but go away, I need to be alone.” you grumbled, pulling your pillow up over your head.

You heard the door open and someone walk in, but you didn’t have the energy to look up. Maybe if I stay really still, they’ll think I’m dead, and then they’ll leave, you thought.

You felt them sink down on the bed next to you and place a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N? Can we talk?”

You snapped up, eyes widening as you realized who was in front of you. “Kyungsoo!” You frantically fixed your hair and wiped your face. “Oh god, I look terrible…”

“No you don’t.” he chuckled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You froze at his touch, relishing the feeling of his fingers in your hair before blinking back to reality. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I just thought you should know how well our OST is doing.” he grinned, pulling out his phone. You leaned forward to see the music video you made that already had millions of views in just a few short hours.

“Wow, people love it this much?” you asked in disbelief.

“That’s not all. Look at the comments.” he handed you his phone, and you did as he asked.

You know this drama’s gonna be good when they got Y/N AND Kyungsoo to sing the OST… total power vocal couple!

Y/N and Kyungsoo might as well be the main couple in the drama, their chemistry is insane

the way they sing the song to each other… my heart 💓 💓💓

You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that was blooming in your chest, attempting to fight off your smile to no avail. “They really like us, huh?”

He nodded, setting his phone back down. “There’s another reason I came here.”

“Hm?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity.

He took your hand in his, just as he had done in the recording booth earlier. “Y/N, you don’t have to be so nervous around me. I think you’re adorable, and I really like you.”

Fireworks went off in your stomach. “Y-you do?”

“Of course I do.” he laughed, shaking your hand in exaggeration. “Why do you think I asked to sing the OST with you?”

Your jaw unhinged in shock. “You asked to be paired with me?”

“Well yeah, how else was I going to get close to you?” he chuckled. “I was going to ask you out after we finished, but you ran away so quickly, I never got the chance.

You blinked at him a few times, then erupted into a fit of laughter. He joined you, doubling over slightly.

As you both settled down, he leaned in closer. “Will you go out with me?” he practically whispered.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, yes! Of course I will!”

He smiled brighter than you had ever seen him do before, then slowly inched closer to your face. His eyes were focused on your lips.

Deciding you had been oblivious enough for one day, you took the hint and closed the distance between the two of you, crashing your lips onto his. He placed a hand delicately on your cheek, then began deepening the kiss, until you both pulled away, eyelids fluttering open slowly.

He smirked. “So, where do you want to go, angel voice?”

Kai:

“You’ve got it… you’ve got it…” Ten instructed you, guiding your movements. You were both in the dance practice room, covered in sweat as you went through the routine. You were working on a partner dance for your next solo album, and you wanted it to be with Ten, but somehow it just wasn’t going as planned. You were stumbling through the steps, there was no flow so your movements were jerky, and you somehow couldn’t shake the tense expression from your face.

As the music finished, you awkwardly caught your footing and struck the most pathetic ending pose you’d ever done. Ten gave you a crooked smile out of sympathy, which somehow made you feel ten times worse.

“Ugh, this is hopeless.” you sighed, throwing your hands up in resignation as you plopped down on the floor and leaned your back up against the mirror. “I’m never going to get this routine down in time.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” he attempted to reassure you, sitting down next to you. “You’re doing everything right. Sometimes, it just takes a little while to get the right feel for it.”

“Yeah, or I’m just a horrible dancer.” you huffed. You put your head in your hands and scrunched up your hair. The shoot was in two weeks, and this routine had to be perfect. Your fans deserved nothing less.

Ten was conflicted on what he should say next. On one hand, he wanted to tell you how amazing and talented you were, but on the other hand, he knew it wasn’t going to mean anything if you didn’t believe it yourself. He decided to grab a water bottle and hand it to you with a warm smile. “How about you just take a little break? I’m sure you’ll feel better in a few minutes.”

You smiled back at him, taking the water bottle from him gratefully. Your brow furrowed as he stood up and walked towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go find something that’ll help.” he grinned over his shoulder before leaving the room.

You shook your head at his cryptic behavior, then collapsed back against the mirror, staring up at the ceiling in desperation. Please God, if you’re listening, please send me something to help with this dance.

“Y/N?” you heard someone ask from the doorway.

You snapped your head down to see who it was, and smiled widely at the pleasant sight before you. “Kai! What are you doing here?”

“Just checking in on my favorite junior.” he smirked, shutting the door behind him as he strolled in. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he stopped in front of you, looking you over with a concerned expression. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Just taking a break.” you replied, stretching slightly. “I’m too bad of a dancer not to.”

He frowned, crouching down to your level to glare at you. “Don’t say that about yourself. You’re an amazing dancer.”

“You haven’t seen me practice this routine.” you chuckled. “I’m sure you would change your mind if you did.”

“Alright then, show me.” he demanded, standing back up and taking a step back.

“Wait, like now?” you asked, slowly getting up yourself. “You don’t even know the routine…”

“I’m sure I can improvise.” he grinned, taking his jacket off and throwing it to the side, leaving him in just a cutoff tank top and sweats. “What, do you doubt my skills?”

“Absolutely not.” you chuckled. You had been secretly admiring him since before you even became a trainee, in more ways than one.

You got into position and waited for the music to start, then thrust into action as you began the routine. The first half went almost perfect, as it was just your solo part. You began to get nervous as the duet portion approached, feeling your muscles begin to tense up.

Kai approached you and placed his hands gently on your waist, a focused spark in his eyes. He somehow knew the exact partner position, and began guiding you across the floor.

“Relax, relax…” he instructed calmly, “remember to breathe.” He spun you around and placed a hand on the small of your back.

You inhaled deeply, holding the breath in your chest for a bit, then exhaled and released all the tension you didn’t realize you were holding onto. You started being able to flow through the moves better, but now you were hyper-focusing the footwork.

“Hey, don’t look at your feet. Focus on me.” he brought you back to center once again, twirling you back to face him and placing his hands on the sides of your face.

You looked up at him, locking in on his pretty brown eyes. It was as if they were telling you exactly what you needed to do, and for a moment, your body was running on autopilot, and all you thought about was being close to him.

“Show me that pretty smile, white swan.” he chuckled with a playful grin, instantly making you giggle and blush.

You actually couldn’t believe that you were going through the entire routine without any problems, and as you struck the ending pose, you were absolutely speechless. “That was…”

“Brilliant!” Ten suddenly interrupted you, causing you to jump away from Kai defensively.

“T-Ten!” you stammered nervously. “We were just-“

“It’s okay, I told him to come here.” your best friend smirked from the doorway. “I found him in the hall and he asked how you were doing.”

“You did?” you asked, a touched lilt to your voice.

“I told you, I wanted to check in on my favorite junior.” Kai explained, brushing the hair out of his face with an innocent half smile. “Ten said you were having trouble with the dance, so I had him show me the training video, and then I told him I’d help you.”

“Oh, well that’s a relief...” you sighed, glad you didn’t have to explain yourself to Ten. “So, you’re not-?”

“Jealous? Hardly.” he chortled, shaking his head. “In fact, I think you should do the dance with Kai for your music video.”

Your jaw unhinged slightly in shock. “Really?”

“Oh yeah, the chemistry is way better. You really seem to enjoy yourself when you’re dancing with him.” he teased, winking at you inadvertently.

You shot him a warning glare, then turned back to Kai. “Is that alright with you?”

“It’d be my pleasure.” he grinned, extending his hand to you. “Shall we?”

—————

It had been a week since your latest solo comeback dropped, and all of Starlight was losing their minds over it. Albums sold out everywhere, you had already one two awards, and everywhere you went, you heard it being played on the radio.

After one of your performance stages, you were sitting in your dressing room, and decided to look over some of the comments on the music video again. You always loved seeing what your fans had to say about your work.

There were a lot about how pretty you looked, how beautiful your vocals were, and how proud of you your fans were, all of which made you giddy with appreciation. However, some were starting to stick out to you and pique your interest. Particularly, the ones about your dance with Kai.

the tension between Y/N and Kai is so thick you could cut it with a knife 👀

i don’t think i’ve ever seen our Y/N dance so well with anyone else than with Kai… i hope they do more stuff together :)

anyone else think Y/N and Kai would make the PERFECT couple??? just me???

You felt your cheeks grow red and warm at the insinuation. I mean, sure, you had been fantasizing about dating Kai for years now. But now that you knew your fans approved, it was all the more flustering.

“Knock knock.” someone interrupted your thoughts as they entered your dressing room.

You looked up, then scoffed playfully. “Kai, if you keep showing up unannounced, I’m going to have to start locking my door. I could’ve been bare faced!”

“And you’d still look just as beautiful.” he commented, smiling at you genuinely.

You pouted your lips affectionately, then stood up to hug him. “Thank you so much.”

“Me? What for?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you to reciprocate the hug.

“If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve gotten that dance down.” you beamed into his shoulder.

A quiet chuckle rang through your ears. “You already had everything you needed to accomplish it. I just pointed you in the right direction.”

You gave him one final squeeze, then invited him to sit down on the couch with you. “So, what brings you all the way here?”

“Well, I had to admit, seeing you do the dance with that backup dancer on stage made me pretty jealous.” he replied, a more serious expression appearing on his face.

“Oh?” you inquired, folding your hands in your lap. “Is that so?”

He nodded slowly. “Indeed. I was going to let it go, but after reading some of the comments on your music video, I was inspired to do something about it.”

Your heart soared as you imagined him reading the exact comments as you had read previously. Did he feel the same butterflies when he read them over?

“And what exactly are you going to do?” you asked, feeling your nerves vibrate harder with every passing second.

“I want to ask you out.” he told you. He leaned in closer to you, to where you could see the sparkle in his eyes. “Is that alright?”

“Yes, it is.” you replied, letting a huge smile plaster itself across your face. “And yes, I’ll absolutely go out with you.”

He replicated your large grin, patting your leg affectionately. “That’s wonderful. Because I don’t want you dancing with anyone else.”

You chuckled, squeezing his hand a bit. “Well, you’re going to have to fight my members for that right.”

He thought to himself for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think I could take them, they’re pretty tough. I’ll settle for being the only guy you dance with.”

“Deal.” you giggled, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you again, Kai.”

“You’re welcome, white swan.” he chimed. He rose up from his seat and walked over to the door. “I’ll leave you to unwind. I’ll text you later to set up the date, okay?”

You nodded, waving goodbye to him. “Sounds good, talk to you later!”

You turnt back to your mirror, beginning to brush out your curls. However, you were startled as Kai ran back into the room quickly.

He placed a bouquet of flowers on the vanity in front of you, then kissed you on the cheek briskly. “I almost forgot, these are for you. Congratulations on such a good comeback.”

Sehun:

“Excuse me, pardon me, ‘it girl’ coming through!” Nabi declared as you made your way through the busy photo shoot studio.

“Ugh, shut up Nabi!” you scowled over your shoulder at her. “I hate it when you call me that!”

“Hey, I’m not the only one.” the leader shrugged, chuckling mischievously. “Everyone calls you that nowadays.”

“Well, I’d prefer to only deal with it when I’m being interviewed.” you scoffed, setting your bag down at your vanity.

“Spoken like a true queen.” Nabi smirked, crossing her arms across her chest.

You rolled your eyes. “Why did you even come with me today?”

The younger girl shrugged. “You’ve been stressed lately. I figured I’d tag along to make sure you have a comedic buffer.”

You softened at her kind gesture, touching her arm lightly. “That’s really sweet of you.”

“They also always have huge snack buffets at these things.” she added. “I’m gonna go get a plate, okay?”

You went back to your previous mood, sighing and sitting down. “Yeah, just get me some chips.”

You watched her skitter off to the snack table, shaking your head at her. In front of the other girls, she was a strict, stern dictator. But around you, the only member older than her, she was a true child. However, she was your best friend, so you tried to find it endearing.

“Y/N?” a deep voice inquired from behind you.

You spun around in your chair and gawked at the realization of who stood in front of you. “Sehun?!”

He smiled at your surprise, holding out his arms in a dramatic gesture. “In the flesh.”

You sprung up out of your chair in an instant, practically jumping into his arms to give him a hug. He stumbled backwards a bit, laughing at your sudden affection, then caught his footing and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve missed you so much!” you told him, pulling away. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the Valentine’s Day shoot.” he replied.

You knit your brows together in confusion. “Really? Because this is…” You looked around the studio, then it dawned on you. There were heart shaped decorations and pink balloons everywhere, and the studio had a romantic, dim lighting.

“Oh… they didn’t tell me this would be a couple’s shoot…” you chuckled awkwardly.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really? That’s strange. Maybe they knew you’d be nervous if you were told ahead of time that you’d be doing a shoot with the Great Oh Sehun.” He flipped his hair dramatically, a cocky smirk on his face.

You scrunched your nose up, hitting him on the arm playfully. “Ugh, don’t be so smug. It doesn’t suit you.” You were actually just trying to hide the fact that he was right.

Sehun had been slowly becoming one of your best friends at the company, ever since that day he walked in on you being bullied by a bunch of female trainees and silenced all of them with his presence. He was actually competing with Yeri, Ten, and Karina for a spot on your BFF list.

However, you had always secretly hoped for more with him. He was so kind, even though he could seem cold at first, and he always made you laugh. He was so caring, despite how hard he tried not to be, and had incredible wit and humor. Plus, there was the fact that he was incredibly handsome. Like, obnoxiously so. But, as much you wanted things to go to the next level, they remained stagnant. Neither of you were the most upfront about your feelings.

“There you guys are!” the director suddenly clapped his hands behind you, pulling you away from your conversation. “I’ll let makeup and wardrobe know you’re here, and we should be able to start shooting in about an hour.”

You both nodded and thanked him, then turned back to one another.

“See you behind the camera.” Sehun proposed with a minuscule wink that was so small you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been admiring his features so closely these past few years.

You sent him one last smile, then turned back to your vanity while he strode over to his own.

Suddenly, Nabi reappeared next to you with a plate full of snacks. “What was that about?” she asked, crunching on a pretzel.

“Oh nothing, I just have to do an amorous photo shoot with my secret crush.” you grumbled, falling back against your chair with your hands bunched up in your hair. “Did you get my chips?”

Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“Nabi! Either be helpful or leave!”

—————

The hour of makeup and wardrobe went by way too fast for your liking. You had been trying to build up your courage to no avail. It seemed hopeless. How on Earth were you going to do a romantic couple’s shoot with your crush without it looking you were hopelessly devoted to him? Not that you weren’t, you just didn’t need the whole world knowing it. That would be mortifying, not to mention a total career killer.

You walked over to the photo setup, which featured a red velvet sofa and a table with an extravagant bouquet of flowers. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, making one last stitch effort to calm yourself down. Settle down, Y/N. It’s just a photo shoot with your colleague. I’m sure he won’t even be-

“Is this chain on straight?” your thoughts were interrupted by the man in question. You flipped around to see him dressed in a deep v-neck black blazer with a white button-up shirt underneath, the top three buttons undone to reveal his chest, adorned with a glimmering silver chain necklace. His thick black locks were tousled and textured perfectly around his forehead, and his skin was practically glowing.

Okay nevermind, time to panic.

“Holy shit, you look hot.” you heard yourself speak, although you don’t remember making the decision to. Instant regret flooded your brain, and you immediately began apologizing. “Oh my god, I meant the chain looks hot. I’m sorry. I mean, not that you’re not hot, I just…”

“Thank you.” he cut you off, a pleased smile evident on his features. “You look hot too.”

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. “Th-Thank you…” You were sure your face was as red as a tomato. However, you had to admit, you did look pretty hot in your tight red dress, pearls, vampy lipstick, and red strappy heels.

“Alright, we’re ready to get started!” the director declared from his chair. “Sehun, I’d like to start with you laying on the couch horizontally. Y/N, go ahead and sit on his lap facing the camera.”

You did as instructed, although uncomfortably. He sensed your tension and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, just relax.” he suggested, a reassuring smile directed at you.

You gave him an appreciative grin, loosening up and leaning into his form.

“Okay, now Sehun, put your chin on Y/N’s shoulder and rest your head against her neck. Y/N, just keep looking forward.”

The camera flashed a few times, with a few breaks in between to look over the shots.

“I’m really proud of you, you know.” Sehun told you while the camera crew was busy.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, laying against the back of the couch.

“You’ve come a long way from the girl I met who was letting some older trainees pick on her.” he teased. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when I appeared next to you.”

You laughed at the memory. “And I’ll never forget the looks on those girls’ faces when you told them off.”

He joined you in your laughter. “Notice how none of them are at the company anymore, and how you’re the ‘it girl’ now?”

You smiled contentedly. “Everyone seems to be calling me that these days.”

He suddenly scooped you up in his arms and pulled you down to his chest, ruffling your hair affectionately. “You’ve always been my ‘it girl’ Y/N, from day one.”

You squealed as he caged you in his arms, feigning resistance. A sudden flash went off, and you both looked up to see the camera crew staring at you blankly.

“Ah, sorry guys, that was my fault...” a feeble intern announced nervously. “I accidentally hit the wrong button.”

“Wait, let me see that shot…” the director demanded, motioning for the camera to be brought over to him. He looked it over, then turnt to you both with a baffled expression. “This is it. This is our cover photo.”

“What? No way.” you marveled, getting up and walking over to the director. Sehun followed you, catching you as you stumbled a bit in your heels. You looked at the photo, and soon you were both making the same face that the director had made a few seconds ago. “Woah… this is amazing…”

“Look at how beautiful you are…” Sehun commented, taking in the picture lovingly.

You blushed, nudging him slightly.

The director clapped his hands dramatically, snapping you both back to reality. “Alright, let’s keep this energy going! Next I want a shot of Y/N pulling Sehun in by his chain!”

—————

A few days later, you were chilling out at the dorm with your members, having a much needed girls’ night. All of your favorite snacks were laid out on the coffee table, you were all in your pajamas, and there was a cheesy rom-com playing on the TV, even though none of you were paying attention to it. You were far too busy gossiping, squealing, and beautifying each other. It might have been stereotypical girl behavior, but it was incredibly therapeutic.

“Everyone shut up!” Nabi suddenly decreed, jumping up on the couch and holding something behind her back.

You looked up from braiding Kaori’s hair. “Oh god, what is it now?”

The younger girls all laughed, finding it hilarious that you were the only one able to talk to Nabi like that.

“Well ‘it girl,’ it just so happens that I have the most recent issue of Elle in my hands.” the leader grinned evilly, brandishing the magazine out in front of her.

The other three girls all gasped and rushed over to grab at it, except for Iseul, who just jumped up and down excitedly. Her nails were still wet from Marie painting them a few minutes ago.

“Oh my god, you look so hot!” Marie marveled, flipping through the glossy pages.

“Yeah, and this one of you pulling Sehun in by his chain is just perfect!” Iseul nodded in agreement.

“Wait, the shoot was with Sehun?” Kaori asked, her eyes going wide with innocent shock.

“Yes Kaori, we talked about it three days ago. Keep up.” Marie groaned at the maknae.

“Hey, be nice.” you warned protectively. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yeah right. You’ve only been in love with him for years now.” Nabi challenged you, jumping down from the couch.

“I am not in love with him.” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, he doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“The fans seem to think differently.” Nabi commented smugly, whipping out her phone. “Look what they’re saying on Elle’s post about it.”

You snatched the phone out of her hand and began to skim over the comments.

you could tell me the cover shot was totally improvised and i’d believe you… their affection looks so real <3

who knew the oldest member of Etoile and the youngest member of EXO would make such a fire couple? TOTAL goals!

The fact that they’ve been friends since Y/N was a trainee makes this so much cuter… they’re clearly in love with each other 💞

These two OWN Valentine’s Day now 😤

“Look at how big her smile is!” Kaori grinned admiringly at you.

“I know, it’s so cute!” Marie added, wrapping her arms around your maknae and twirling her around. “‘Oh Sehun, please marry me!’”

“‘Oh Y/N, I’d love to make you my wife!’” the younger girl acted out, giggling madly.

You scowled, trying not to laugh along with them. “How come you two only get along when it’s at my expense?”

You all froze as the sound of a phone ringing suddenly cut through the noise.

You looked over at the end table to see your phone lit up and vibrating. You picked it up and unhinged your jaw as you saw who it was from. “It’s Sehun. I’m gonna go take this.” You got up and rushed down the hall to your bedroom.

The three youngest members attempted to follow you, but Nabi stood protectively in front of the hallway. “Nope, no one is eavesdropping. This should be private.” Marie, Iseul, and Kaori started pouting and vocalizing their protest. That was, until Nabi gave them her signature glare. “Living room, now.” She really was a great leader when she wanted to be.

Shutting your door behind you, you answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s me.” Sehun said from the other end. He sounded uncharacteristically anxious.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked in a concerned manner.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” he coughed nervously. “I just wanted to… you know….”

“Wanted to what?” you giggled, sitting down on your bed.

You heard him exhale momentarily as if mentally preparing himself for something. “If you’d like to go out with me for Valentine’s Day?”

Your breath hitched in your chest. “What?”

“Don’t make me say it again…” he sighed, clearly having trouble being this forward. “I just… we had so much fun at the shoot together… and you’re just so cool, and fun, and pretty. I’ve never really known how or when to say it, but… something about that couples’ shoot just pushed me to go for it. So will you?”

You clutched onto your chest as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded to Earth. “Yes… yes, of course I will!”

“Really?” he marveled, sounding genuinely surprised. “I can’t believe you agreed.”

“Sehun, I’ve literally been waiting for you to ask me out for years now.” you chuckled. “You’re the worst at picking up on signals.”

“Yeah, well you’re not very good at sending them.” he teased, clearly getting his confidence back.

You laughed cutely into the phone. “We’re not very good at this are we…”

“No, not at all.” he chortled, shaking his head. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “And just so you know… I meant it when I said that you’ve been my ‘it girl’ since day one.”

You blushed with a small smile. “I usually hate it when people call me that. But with you, it feels good.”

“Well, I’ll have to call you by that name as much as possible. Then you can be mine exclusively, and no one else’s.” he replied.

You laughed once again, feeling like a giddy school girl. “I always have been, remember?”

He laughed at your sudden cockiness, knowing that you definitely learned it from him. “I’ll see you on Valentine’s Day?”

You nodded, feeling your lips curl up into a grin. “I’ll see you then.”

“Goodnight, my ‘it girl.’”

“Goodnight Sehun.” you giggled, hanging up the phone. You then threw it across the room and flopped back onto your bed, rolling around and kicking your feet in ecstasy.

“Y/N! What happened?” Marie suddenly burst through your door, followed by the other girls. You assumed Nabi held them off as long as she could, but eventually lost strength. There were three of them after all.

You sat up, brushing your hair out of your face. “Guess who’s going out with Sehun on Valentine’s Day!”

The four girls all screamed and jumped on your bed, showering you with praise and congratulations. You laughed as you captured them all in a group hug. It was then that you realized you didn’t need to be the ‘it girl’ to be happy, you just needed moments like these. And with Sehun, they seemed to just keep coming.

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jongbross · 3 months

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Hi, it’s boyfriends things with Exo😅🤍

Thanks

kim minseok:

cutest boyfriend out there

will take such good care of you 🥹

is literally a keeper

your family loves him, he just charms everyone around him

might be a bit difficult as sometimes he can't see why you're still with him

doesn't realize that you're the luckiest person for having HIM

kisses your nose a lot

holds your hand while walking on the street

listen to you vent and gives you the best advices

won't let you sleep in though, so good luck with that

kim junmyeon:

the personification of a gentleman

pulls chairs for you, open doors, makes sure you're with your seatbelt on, doesn't let you walk on the side of the sidewalk that's closer to the street, etc

has the warmest hugs

can literally hug you for hours if you let him

secretly plans to pop out the question in the near future

buys you anything you want. anything.

respects your opinions SO MUCH, it's ridiculous

has the boyfie vibe somehow, so people don't hit on him anymore

chanyeol can see how much he changed because of you, how he's much more bubbly now

"you made him worse!!" (joking)

zhang yixing:

nicest boyfriend out there

dude is just soooo chill, your friends adore him

shows you random stuff on your phone just so you can laugh about it together

hands you his jacket whenever you're cold, but scolds you for not taking one with you

calls you a lot whenever he's away

you'll have to take care of his cats, i'm sorry

does this thing where he kisses both your temples before kissing your lips when he has to say goodbye to you before traveling

passes out beside you on bed while you're talking about a nice recipe you saw on tiktok

doesn't bring up marriage if you don't

really, really hopes you do

byun baekhyun:

i hate him, but congrats to you, i guess

ugh he's just so sweet

takes you out EVERYWHERE, like picks you up at your place

always has a smile on his face when he's around you

asks you about your day and listens to carefully

holds your hand while driving

charms your mom with helping her on the kitchen, it's like a scene straight out of a movie

sings 24/7, so your house is never silent anymore (your neighbors hate you though)

has a whole way of talking that's for you and for you only

you can't trick me baekhyun, i know you must have at least one (1) flaw

kim jongdae:

sunshine boyfriend

let's you sleep in whenever you feel like it

clears some space on his wardrobe/drawers for your clothes and things

"jagi, can we cuddle?"

has so much fun playing with you, you're literally he's best friend

always places bets with you

lots of kisses on your cheek

randomly smiles to you because he knows it makes you happy to see him smile

likes to take you away for the weekend, just you and him

loyal af

park chanyeol:

the "it's okay, i got it" boyfriend

personal uber driver, takes you everywhere if you let him

really, reaaally stubborn

can't sit still, is always looking for something to do with you

"did you see they opened a new bowling place downtown?"

purposely leaves his things at your place

his house is way bigger than yours but he doesn't care

plays guitar while you cook dinner

kisses you everytime you feed him

loves when you sleep on top of him

do kyungsoo:

he's comfort embodied in a person

likes to have breakfast with you, it's like his favorite part of the day

bonds with your pet if you have one (and they love him)

saves new videos on youtube to watch it with you

is in charge of cooking, always

asks you to help him shave just because

gets excited whenever something good happens to you

is your number 01 supporter

loves when you cuddle closer to him in your sleep

shy forehead kisses whenever he can't find the words to express his feelings

kim jongin:

cutest, most caring boyfriend

respects you more than anything in this world

listens to you so carefully whenever you have something to say

is willing to fix some of his bad habits for you

needs constant reassurance that you love him, just because he loves you so much and can't stand the thought of you falling out of love

laughs so hard at your jokes, and they're not even that funny

pays for every meal but lets you pay for his coffee so you won't feel bad

helps you choose your outfits

loves when you play with his hair

wanna have a baby with you so bad

oh sehun:

gets offended whenever someone treats you badly

"why didn't you tell me?? i would've give them a piece of my mind"

smirks whenever he sees you wearing his clothes, he just loves it

calls you whenever he can't go see you

encourages you to go see your friends, especially when he can't be around

but let's be honest, he's attached to you by the hip

rolls his eyes whenever you baby him, but secretly loves it

stares at you dearly when you're talking to his hyungs or his family

lets you play with his fingers when you're bored or too shy to talk to people

dude is so in love it's actually sickening

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jxstadaydreamer · 2 years

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perfect harmony 🔞

Part of @myeoning-call's Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa Collab

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader AU: Pianist!Interior Designer!Chanyeol x Hotel Guest!Reader Genre: Fluff, Slowburn, Smut. PLEASE DNI IF MINOR. Word count: 10.2k words

Summary: Girl needs break. Girl books hotel weekend to treat herself. Girl checks into hotel. Girl spots handsome guy. Handsome guy catches girl staring. And the rest is history.

Warnings: brief mentions of anxiety/anxious thoughts/situations, explicit language, explicit sexual content (spanking, dirty talk, slight dom/sir Chanyeol, marking, biting, teasing, edging, breast play, nipple play, begging, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (be safe!), cum eating).

Author's Note: Hello everyone! It's been a while. I've been working on this one for a while and it's my longest story yet so please show it some love (reblogs are graciously encouraged) 💞 Thank you to @myeoning-call for setting this up, this was fun and definitely gave me some motivation to write again! 💞 And a special thank you to @ouvuo for keeping me motivated and giving me advice along the way 💞 Please remember to check out the stories already posted by other members of the collab, there are a few mentions in this story related to the other EXO members, and keep an eye out for future additions!

Life was beginning to drain you, the same routine day in, day out. Long days of work and weekends dedicated to familial and social commitments leaving you with no time for yourself. Looking through your calendar, you notice an empty weekend with nothing scheduled and decide to take that opportunity to mark it off as your very own self care weekend. Some quality time to do whatever you want and however you want, all by yourself.

You settle on booking yourself a nice suite at a fancy hotel you’ve seen frequently mentioned online lately, the Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa. Something about new owners that have improved the hotel vastly, not that they didn’t have an already impeccable reputation prior. Opting to book a fancier suite for yourself for the occasion, you look forward to it and begin to make a mental checklist of what you will need to bring. You’re not quite sure why, maybe it was the fact that this was the first time you will have ever done anything like this, and entirely alone too, but you feel a sort of nervousness at what this weekend could bring you, in a good kind of way.

♫~

A few weeks pass by agonisingly slow. Was it because time always seemed to slow down when you were excited for something? Like the night before an excursion at school, the last hour of the working day or the promise to catch up with an old friend the next day. But it didn’t matter anymore because the day you had been patiently waiting for is finally here. Time for you to be all about you. You happily leave work, a giddy smile on your face and a little hop in your step, get into your car and head towards the hotel.

Managing to navigate the discreet entrance to the underground carpark, you find yourself a convenient spot near the elevators, pulling your well packed bags out the trunk and head to the reception to check in. You are greeted by the friendly staff at the reception and give them your details. Once you confirm everything, you give them a few moments to check over your arrangements, turning around and taking in the magnificent lobby. The high ceilings, the beautiful chandelier, the tasteful decoration and furniture choices.

Your eyes drift across the room until something, or rather someone, who catches your eye. Off to the side, two men are engaged in conversation. The one you facing you is shorter, dark hair and a fancy suit. Classically handsome. He looks like he could be someone important, although the conversation they are having must be friendly and casual, telling by the way his eyes are crinkled into little half moons as he laughs. The one that really catches your attention though has broad, bouncing shoulders which belong to the taller man opposite him as he laughed along, his loud yet monotone hahaha echoing the room. Now usually, you wouldn’t look twice at a persons ears, however, with his back facing you, you notice the oddly horizontal angle of the tops of his ears, almost comical, yoda-like, and a smile stretches across your face at the sight.

Just as your luck would have it, this was the exact moment he turns around and you catch a glimpse of his strikingly handsome face. His big, beautiful eyes. His big, beautiful eyes that are looking right at you. His big, beautiful eyes that had just caught you smiling at him and his big, beautiful eyes that could now see the embarrassed look quickly taking over your features. Shit. Your cheeks immediately flush beet red and you quickly avert your gaze back towards the reception desk, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

You don’t catch the smirk on his face after you turn away.

Thankfully the receptionist hands you the keycard and you scurry to the elevator that will take you up to your escape. Literally. In more ways that one right now.

When you finally reach your room and step inside, you are immediately taken away by the view of the city and horizon, courtesy of the floor to ceiling windows. Dropping your bags beside the bed, you admire the scenic sunset before turning around to take a proper look at the room. The peachy sunset glow making the plush bedding looking extra inviting, inciting you to do a little run and jump, landing on the cushy blankets and pillows. As you give in to the drooping of your eyes, you can feel yourself starting to drift off to sleep. Deciding you can allow yourself the pleasure of having a nap before finding something to eat.

♫~

Stretching your arms and legs, you wake up feeling relaxed and refreshed. However, the feeling is short-lived when you open your eyes and realise how dark the sky has gotten. And as if right on queue, your stomach grumbles to remind you that you are yet to have dinner. A quick internet search shows that the restaurant of the hotel is still open, albeit only for another hour or so, and you start to mentally prepare yourself for your first solo dining experience in an upscale restaurant, already feeling the anxiety starting to bubble up inside of you.

Not having much time to waste, you quickly touch up your makeup from the work day, slip on a simple but nice black dress and take the elevator down to the level the restaurant is located. You are shown to a table on the side and promptly order a cocktail to calm your nerves as you wait for your food, already knowing what dish you had wanted to order because you had scoured the menu online beforehand.

You’ve already sipped over half your drink but the jitters were still ever present in your veins, so you avoid looking around at other restaurant patrons in case you could see their eyes judging you for being alone in a nice place like this. Social anxiety is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?

Suddenly you heard a familiar tune being played beautifully on the piano in a way that instantly eased your nerves, calming the storm that was swirling inside your head. It had been a while since you had heard River Flows In You but it was always one of your favourites, and you could recognise it in a heartbeat.

It takes you a few moments, relishing in the new calm the melody brought to you before you turn to the black grand piano situated on the small platform in the corner of the room and you’re not sure why you hadn’t noticed earlier when you entered the restaurant but there he was, the tall, handsome stranger from yesterday. You know the one, the one with the cute elf-like ears, the broad shoulders and the big, beautiful eyes. Yeah, that one. There he is sitting on the piano bench as his hands glide effortlessly back and forth across the black and white keys, fingers expertly playing each note in the correct order with the utmost perfect timing.

Possibly the most beautiful sight you had ever seen and it was safe to say, you are completely entranced. So much so that you hadn’t noticed the song had ended and another had begun playing til you snap out of your little haze and notice that history has once more repeated itself and you find yourself being watched by those big, beautiful eyes. Again. But this time, they are accompanied by a deep dimple beside a side smile that has you once more blushing furiously and looking elsewhere from the humiliation of being caught. Again.

♫~

Somehow, you have successfully made it through your meal with as minimal contact as possible. Or so you believe anyway. It was incredibly hard for your gaze to not mindlessly drift over towards his direction. You weren’t entirely sure if he did notice your not so subtle glances or not, considering the smile and dimple were present each time, but you are thankful he chose to focus his eyes on the music sheets in front of him instead.

Deciding you aren’t quite ready to head back to your room yet, you wander over to the luxurious looking bar lounge that is also equipped with a beautiful view of the city lights, ordering yourself a drink and taking a seat beside the window so you could admire the sight.

Just as you finish your drink and are about you raise your hand to order another, there is one already being placed onto the small table in front of you. You look up at the waitress with a puzzled look on your face. She gives you a friendly smile and nods her head over towards the bar, telling you the handsome guy over there had bought this for you. You follow the direction of her nod and your eyes once again land on the tall, handsome, piano playing stranger with big, beautiful eyes, a deep dimple and a smile that could easily change from being sweet to smug in the 2 seconds.

He raises his glass at you and you fumble to pick yours up, raising it in return to cheers with him from across the room. You nod him a quick thank you and he flashes you a grin, perfect teeth visible from the distance between you both. A similar smile grows across your own features, your reaction seems to please his ego and he gives you a quick wink before turning back to the bar.

Not long after, you are interrupted from your thoughts by someone clearing their throat beside you.

“Would it be alright if I join you?”

A little stunned by his handsome looks up close, you forget to reply, making him think maybe he had misunderstood the situation.

“I’m sorry, I just noticed you were alone and wondered if you would like some company, is all. If you’d rather be al-”

“No! No. Of course, I’d love for you to join me.” You quickly spoke, hands gesturing to the seat opposite your own.

He huffs a huge sigh of relief before taking a seat and scans his eyes across the well-lit horizon outside and turns his gaze to you. It doesn’t take too long for the awkwardness to settle in, realising that between all the exchanged glances and smiles, the two of you had never spoken to each other before.

“So what brings you here?”

“I loved the song you played earlier!”

Both spoken simultaneously in an attempt to break the ice which brings you both to laugh at the silliness of the situation. He holds his glass up to cheers with you, the alcohol definitely helping you both alleviate your nerves.

You clear your throat and lean back in your seat, placing your drink back down on the table and you can’t help but notice his eyes following your every move. Almost as if he is as mesmerised by you as are by him. Is he really? Or is the alcohol making you feel confident? Either way, you decide to just enjoy the feeling.

“I loved the song you played before, River Flows In You? It’s one of my favourites. I’m a big fan of Yiruma.”

His eyes widen a smidge but you definitely caught the motion, paying close attention to him also.

“Oh,” he grins, “Actually, it’s not a piece I was meant to play but I snuck it in considering the restaurant was much less busy and it seemed like no one was paying attention anyways.”

“I’m glad you did. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it. Definitely made me feel a little nostalgic.”

“Do you play too?”

“Gosh no! I’m way too uncoordinated to. I mean, I tried learning but it never really worked out.” you say sheepishly, a little embarrassed at your admission.

“That’s okay, maybe I can teach you one day, if you want?”

“Maybe.”

The way this man makes you blush like a schoolgirl. When you look back up, you could’ve sworn he had just breathed out “cute” ever so quietly.

“So I couldn’t help but notice, you’re here alone?” He tilts his head in a puppy-like manner. “I mean, not just tonight but I saw you earlier in the lobby too.”

Oh fuck. He remembers. That means he saw your reaction.

“Ah, yeah. I just need a break I guess. You know how life gets sometimes.”

“Alone?” He prods gently.

“Mm,” you hum, taking a second to gather your thoughts, “People can just be draining every now and then. It’s always someone needs something, need to be somewhere, have to do this, have to do that. Between work and family and friends, I had no time for myself. So I decided to just give myself a little vacation, you know, put myself first for once?”

You surprise yourself a little, spilling your thoughts and feelings to this man who is essentially a stranger. And, again, maybe it’s the alcohol speaking but something about him makes you feel comfortable and, dare you say, safe.

“I like that,” he gives you a sweet smile filled with proudness, “knowing to prioritise yourself.”

“What about you? You’re here by yourself too.”

“Well I came here for some after work drinks.” You nod at his admission, it made sense after all. “And because I noticed this pretty girl that was always by herself, and I felt so intrigued by her, wanting some excuse to talk to her.”

Your eyes round at his statement, his eyes focus on you, confident and smouldering til a thought crosses his mind that makes him hold his hands up in front of him, waving them nervously.

“I just realised how creepy that sounded! I swear that’s not what I mean. And I promise it’s not something I do often, well, ever.” He barks out in a singular breath, scrambling to save himself. “I mean, when I saw you in the lobby and caught you staring at me, you were just unbelievably cute and since then I caught myself thinking about you, who you were, if you came alone or if you were meeting someone, if I’d ever see you again, if-,” looking up at you, embarrassed at his own rambling of words and confession of thoughts, “Crap. I screwed this up didn’t I?” taking a deep breath before continuing his onslaught of words. “Let me start again. Hi, I’m Chanyeol. I’m the pianist here at the Crimson Aurora. I thought you were really cute and I’d like to get to know you.”

He tries his best and gives you a nervous smile, a shaky breath escapes his lips before he hangs his head in humiliation and defeat.

But then you laugh.

His ears perk up at the melodious sound and he looks up to find you covering your mouth in an attempt to not be too loud. The happy sight makes him burst in his own fit of chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I think I have a pretty good creep radar and I definitely don’t get that vibe from you. I just didn’t know what to say because, well, I thought I was the one with a silly little schoolgirl crush on this ridiculously handsome and talanted man I had only seen twice. I didn’t think the feeling was reciprocated.”

He folds his arms and leans forward on the table, right brow quirking upwards, cocky smirk growing on his lips, the confident expression allowing him to surpass handsome and fit the description of hot.

“A crush? I don’t remember saying I had a crush.”

Two can play at this game, mirroring his expression and pose, you lean forward, hardening your eyes and challenging his cocky stare.

“Not as directly as I did, no, but you sure described exactly what a crush sounds like.”

The identical expressions on your faces speak more than any words ever could, you reach for your glass and clink it with his, downing the rest and he signals to the waitress to bring two more.

As the night goes on, you converse with him about anything and everything, the drinks and conversation flowing freely.

♫~

You’re not sure how long you had stayed there with him, drinking and talking the night away, but it is certainly getting quite late and as much as you wish the night could last forever, it’s time to part ways.

Chanyeol insists on walking you up to your room, telling you a pretty girl who had been drinking shouldn’t be left alone at this time of night, even if all you had to do was hop into the elevator and travel a number of floors up to reach your destination. He is adamant that he won’t be able to rest if he wasn’t sure that you had gotten back safely.

He waves the waitress over and hands her his card to pay for the damage you both did over the course of the night.

“I can take care of myself, you know. I don’t need you to be my knight in shining armor or my sugar daddy.”

You are a little surprised at yourself for being so bold with your words. Maybe you’re more drunk than you originally thought, giving yourself a little reminder to keep a little composure despite your intoxication. But the next actions and words from Chanyeol make you believe maybe he is just as drunk as you are, liquid courage flowing through both your veins.

He chuckles with that deep, velvety, sinful voice of his, “Oh, I know you can take care of yourself, baby girl, but maybe I want to take care of you, I certainly have the means to.” Shooting you a wink for extra emphasis, once more igniting the heat in your cheeks, and perhaps somewhere else too if you are being completely honest with yourself.

When you stand to leave, your ankle suddenly gives out and makes you stumble. Luckily Chanyeol is there to catch you, a strong arm wraps itself around your waist. But as soon as you regain your balance, his arm disappears just as quickly as it had appeared. He holds out his arm for you to hold onto and you happily oblige, gently wrapping your hand around the inside of his bicep and you can definitely feel the definition of his muscle there.

Clearing his throat with a smug expression on his face, he asks if you’re ready to go and with a smile and nod, he walks you to the elevators, pressing the button and leading you inside when it had arrives.

There is a certain tension inside the elevator, especially since you are pressed snugly against his body and still have a firmer than needed grip on his inner arm considering you could walk just fine now and didn’t need the support to stand still and upright. A needy heat is circulating your body and you can’t help but glance up at him and through the reflection of the steel walls inside the elevator, attempting to get a read to see if he could possibly be feeling the same way you were. And you’re so focussed on his face, you fail to notice that although his posture seems cool and calm and collected leaning against the metal back wall, his other hand is flexing open and shut as he tries to wipe his sweaty palms against his pants.

Ding! The elevator alerts you to the arrival of your floor and Chanyeol steps out first with you half a step behind him. He turns left, assuming where your room would be and you quickly slide from your hand from his upper arm down to the palm of his hand and tug him the opposite direction, stating your room number.

Chanyeol laughs, doing a slight bow and extends his free hand in a you lead the way manner. He takes things a step further and interlaces his fingers between yours. When you look up at him, he lifts your joined hands and kisses the back of yours, soft lips lingering on your skin as he holds eye contact.

Finally arriving at your door, you turn to face him and it’s a moment where neither of you are ready to let go or say your goodbyes, your hands still holding tightly onto eachothers conveying your feelings.

“Well…this is me.” You say, looking down at your feet and gulping your nervousness down.

A few moments pass and he still hadn’t responded, so you look back up at him only to find him staring mindlessly at your face.

“Chanyeol?”

He shakes himself out of his daydream.

“Oh. Sorry. I just..um,” he glances to the side sheepishly and you can see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat before he looks back to you and says, “Can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you right now.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say in a soft whisper before stepping up on your tippy toes to press your lips to his.

It takes him a quarter of a second before he starts to respond, momentarily and happily stunned by your willingness, a warm hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek and you can feel him smiling. The cute gesture doesn’t last long when his hand travels down and around the nape of your neck and you turn your head to the side, allowing the kiss to deepen. When he parts his lips, you lick into the warm cavern of his mouth, tussling with his tongue and he groans, wrapping his free hand around your waist and pressing you closer to his body. The force makes you stumble backwards into the wall and his fast reflexes react as the hand on your neck quickly places itself on the wall behind your head, softening your landing.

When he starts squeezing at your waist, an involuntary moan creeps its way up your throat, releasing itself from your mouth and it’s this exact moment that he releases his lips from yours, pressing his forehead against your own and breathing heavily, eyes closed as he reels in his eagerly growing desire to ravage you right then and there in the hallway.

“Fuck.” he sighs, opening his eyes to look directly into yours, “You’re going to be the death of me, baby girl.”

He kisses you, sweetly this time with an obvious held back desire, before taking a step back.

“Did you want to come in?” you ask, nodding back at your door.

An airy laugh breezes from his lips. “Trust me, there’s nothing I’d love more than to do just that. But I’ve been drinking and I won’t be able to treat you the way you deserve.” Firing another wink at you.

Him and his damned winks that have you weak in the knees.

“Oh.” You whisper, a little shy and embarrassed for being so forward. After a few beats of silence, you look back up with your best attempt at a confident, unphased face, “Well, I guess I’ll j-”

“What I can do right now though, is ask for your number?”

The quirk of the corner of his lip and dimple suggesting he did see your few moments of attempting recomposure. You nod and hold your hand out expectantly, he follows suit and slips his phone out of his pocket, places it into your hand, strategically grazes his fingers along your own as his hand retreats, a subtle touch that did the opposite of quenching your thirst for him in this situation. You quickly type it in and hold it out for him but instead of taking it, he holds his palm open below yours, playful eyes challenging you to mimic his little game of touch. Instead, you harden your own stare and simply drop the phone into his hand, earning a laugh that was too contagious to not incite your own.

He looks at his phone and notices you had left out a specific detail that he was dying to know.

“And what will I be saving this number as, hm? You haven’t told me your name yet.”

“I’ll tell you if you remember in the morning.”

You wink at him and turn around, sliding your access card into the door and stepping in, calmly but rushingly closing it behind you.

Your back immediately hits the door, breathing as you can not believe how bold you were just now.

In between your breaths, you hear his chuckle through the door and, although he had said it softly, it was clear enough for you to hear.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He sighs out loud.

A slow few seconds pass before you hear his steps leading away from your door.

♫~

It’s a new day, arousing from your slumber with a stretch and yawn, you are greeted with the wonderful view of a clear, sunny day which immediately put you in a good mood. Especially since you are feeling so well rested and comfortable, the hotel bedding of much more quality than your own and you make a mental note to replace your own at home. Your thoughts, somehow, travel to the events of the previous evening and the way you had spent it, or rather, who you had spent it with and a fire erupts within you, remembering exactly how daring you were towards him last night, going as far as inviting him to spend the night with you. Someone you had met just that very day too. You roll over and scream into the pillow, kicking your legs in frustration and embarrassment.

But, wait.

You aren’t being entirely ridiculous because you weren’t the only one flirting or getting caught up in the passion and desire because he well and truly flirted back with you, seemingly wanting everything you did as well, just as much as you did. And as the thoughts and memories swirl around in your head, it helps to ease your anxieties. Remembering, aside from the racier moments, just how easy it had been to talk to him, the chit chat and banter never ending. A smile spreads across your lips from the memories.

Reaching for your phone, you can see the usual notifications - weather, various social media apps - but it is the message icon that has all your attention. A message from an unknown number. The preview just long enough to clue you in on who it could possibly be and you quickly tap it open.

Unknown (7:12am): It’s morning and I still want to know your name, mysterious hotel girl 😉

The smile on your face from earlier? It’s no longer a smile but a huge grin as you tap out you reply.

You (7:52am): I’ll tell you at breakfast, Chanyeol 😉

Chanyeol (7:54am): It’s a date. See you at the buffet in half?

You type out a quick reply and jump up to get ready, going through all the outfits you had brought along with you in your head so you could match your makeup.

Twenty something minutes later, with enough minutes to spare so you can get down to the buffet without being too early, too on time or too late, you check your reflection in the mirror. You opt for a cute, white sundress and a no-makeup makeup look, keeping things light and fresh. After a quick coat of gloss on your lips, you head out to meet Chanyeol.

You walk into the breakfast buffet area and look around. You spot Chanyeol sitting at a table by himself, a blue and white striped button up over a white t-shirt and some jeans, hair fluffy and natural. He looks casual and nice. As you walk over, Chanyeol happens to look up and his jaw drops, not expecting you to look the way you do. He quickly picks it up and expands a giant grin across his lips, waving you over.

“Hi!” he exclaims, then shyly brings his waving hand around the back of his neck, mumbling at himself to calm down.

“Good morning,” you laugh at him. The dork in front of you is a huge contrast to the suave man you were with last night.

“Good morning indeed. You look very beautiful.” He winks at you.

Ah, there it is. He switches the charm back on. You roll your eyes and take a seat opposite him.

“So, I believe you owe me something?” He questions with a quirk of his brow.

“Oh, do I?” You pout your bottom lip, pretending to look around, wondering what it could possibly be. “What have you been calling me this whole time?”

“Mystery hotel girl, cute girl from the lobby, pretty girl that blushes when I look at her, so on and so forth. Now, your name? I think I’ve been patient enough.”

You smirk at him.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Hm, Y/N.” He tests the name on his tongue.

Now, you’ve never thought much of your name before. You never liked nor disliked it, but, the way he says your name makes you fall in love. With it? With him? Who knows at this point. He gives you butterflies and it makes you feel silly but you crave the feeling, you enjoy it.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Another wink that makes you roll your eyes and you both laugh at the cliche line. “Now, I don’t know about you, Y/N, but I’m starving! How about we get some food for ourselves?”

With an enthusiastic nod at the prospect of food, you both head over to scope out the food selection, everything looking extremely appetising and smelling just divine.

Over the course of breakfast, you both engage in conversation and get to know each other more.

“So, what are your plans for the day?”

“I’m not too sure. I think I might do some shopping, maybe some swimming and a light lunch? I heard raving reviews about the spa here too so I might go for a massage. Lord knows my back could use some relief.”

“Oh, I can help you out there. My friend is the spa director and the head masseuse! I can definitely pull some strings for you.”

“That would be amazing! I saw lots of reviews mentioning his massages! It would be great if I could get an appointment with him.”

“No, not him!” Chanyeol says, too quickly and too loudly and you’re a little taken back. “I mean,” he clears his throat, “he’s usually quite busy. I’ll see if he can get you in with his next best though and throw in some extra services for you too.”

You laugh at his flustered answer but there’s no time to dwell on the thought when he asks you if you there’s anything in particular you’re shopping for.

“I think I’m going to look for some new bedding actually. And maybe some new decor for my apartment. I don’t know, ever since I’ve been at this hotel, everything is decorated so nicely and tastefully, it makes me want to change things up at home too!”

If this were yesterday, you would have been embarrassed at having spoken so much, worried that you maybe said too much or spoke too fast. But not now, you’ve grown used to how comfortable Chanyeol makes you feel. He’s a great conversationalist, listens to what you say and banters appropriately. If anything, it was surprising how he could make you feel at ease in just an instant, even if the winks he sent your way always had you blushing.

“Anyways, enough about me. What about you? Any plans for today?”

“Oh, just a few meetings with clients I think.”

“Clients?”

“Ah, I don’t think I ever mentioned. I’m also a freelance interior designer. Actually, my friend owns this hotel and I helped with the interior designs here when he took over.” He says with a knowing smile. “So, if you need advice choosing things for your apartment, I’m happy to offer my services also.” He does a little prince like bow to accompany his offer.

“I might take you up on that offer actually. I feel like there’s always something missing or something a little out of place when I’m looking to spruce up my place.”

“Anytime, just shoot me a text and I’ll come to your rescue.”

“You’re full of charms, aren’t you?” You smile at him. “Actually, how does an interior designer end up becoming the pianist at a hotel?”

“Well, you know when you finish high school, find something you’re interested in enough to make a career out of it but once you start working, you find that you don’t feel quite fulfilled in life? Like there’s something else you could do that would make you happier.” He looks to see if you’re still listening and finds you patiently watching him. “I made a lot of money being an interior designer but I felt like there was something missing. One day I was at a gathering with friends, celebrating his new hotel ownership and I saw a piano, sat down and started to play. My friend, who owns this hotel and knew about the current dilemma in my life, saw how happy I looked playing and asked if I’d like to play piano in the restaurant of his hotel. He only wants the best of everything and that’s why he made the offer to me. And, well, it sounded a lot better than what I was doing at the time. I guess you can relate a little, work becoming draining, so the switch up was nice. So now, I play the piano here most nights and pick up some interior design work here and there.”

It takes you a couple moments to properly process everything he’s just said and he patiently waits, taking a sip of his drink and finishing his food.

“That’s very brave of you to give up one career and find something else to do that makes you happy. I feel like that sometimes but, I don’t know what else I could do.”

“I can help you with that too, if you want. Either way, I’m sure you’ll find something. Don’t worry about money, I could take care of you while you soul search.” He winks, invoking the memory of his words and suggestions the night prior.

Now usually, a man suggesting that he could take care of you financially would make you feel sick. Like they thought you weren’t capable of looking after yourself. But Chanyeol? You and him had spoken enough about your own lives that you know he knows you are well and truly okay by yourself. And his suggestion comes from a place of wanting to take care of someone out of love and respect, rather than a misogynistic point of view.

“We’ll see.” You smile at him.

You finish your meal and Chanyeol walks you back up to your room, smoothly sliding his hand into yours along the way. He says goodbye with a smile, pressing a sweet, warm kiss to your forehead and a promise of seeing you later.

♫~

As you’re browsing the stores in the nearby shopping mall complex, you keep finding things that would lead your thoughts to Chanyeol. Like a cartoon figurine you thought he could add to the collection that he passionately told you about, a cap or a shirt you think might suit him or just odd little knick knacks that would remind you of him.

You’ve given up fighting yourself in the war to not think about him, it was pointless to even try. What is puzzling you is, you’ve had crushes before, of course, plenty of them. But you’ve never had a crush like this and you didn’t think it would be possible at your age. This feels like the teenage kind of crush where they’re constantly on your mind and the mere thought sends butterflies fluttering around your insides. The kind of crush where your feelings are so intense that it seems a little ridiculous and the way your heart rate picks up every time you see him. And all for a man that you’ve known for a barely a day?

But he’s Chanyeol. He’s tall and he’s handsome and he’s charming, yes, anyone could agree. But he’s also warm and kind and genuine. He makes it hard to not fall for him. Wait, fall for him? Are you getting ahead of yourself here? Isn’t it way too early to feel this way? But he makes you feel so safe and comfortable and puts you in an instant ease whenever you’re with him. Even the night before when passions and tensions were at a high, he still managed to keep himself collected enough to not give in because it was the gentlemanly thing to do considering you had both just met and been drinking somewhat heavily.

You start to grow tired of your racing thoughts, circling around the same non-issue and decide to just let things progress as they come. Deciding to end the shopping trip and head back to the hotel. You look at the time and notice it’s still a little too early for lunch and you’re not quite hungry yet, still somewhat full from breakfast so you elect to take a dip in the swimming pool.

Luckily you had conveniently packed a small swimming bag so all you have to do is quickly change into your swimsuit, throwing on an oversized shirt as a coverup and you are set to go.

The pool area is breath-taking and when you slide into the water, it is the perfect temperature for today's weather, not too hot and not too cold. Luckily, being in the middle of the day on the weekend, there aren’t too many people around and most seem to be enjoying some time alone also, the odd couple here and there. However, the fact that the pool isn’t crowded makes a singular person stand out. The one who seems to be the pool boy, telling by his chairs higher position that allows him to see across the entire area, is incredibly handsome. You’re suddenly caught by his icy glare which sends shivers down your spine and makes you avert your gaze elsewhere.

What is it with this hotel? Was it a job requirement to be good looking? You hadn’t yet met the masseuse but a couple of the reviews did mention him being quite a sight for sore eyes.

You spend an adequate amount of time relaxing in the pool before your stomach grumbles and tells you it’s time for lunch so you take that as your queue to exit and go back up to your room. While you’re in the elevator, your phone dings and you see a text from Chanyeol with arrangements for your massage appointment. You exchange a few texts back and forth and he asks if you specifically have any plans for the evening. When you tell him there’s nothing particular planned, he replies with a, “Great! Keep it free for me, please? I’d love to take you out.” and you could practically see him pouting as he waits for a reply.

The massage appointment Chanyeol had made for you isn’t for another 2 hours which gives you plenty of time to look for something to eat and relax a little, to let the food digest before you had to go.

♫~

A knock on your door signals your date's arrival and you quickly give yourself a once over in the mirror, nodding confidently at your choice of a cute red dress before answering the door.

You open the door expecting to see Chanyeol but instead you are greeted with a huge bouquet of flowers, pink lilies with hints of baby breath and some greenery. You’re absolutely stunned by the beautiful surprise and you don’t even realise small tears have formed in your eyes. It’s been a while since someone has gifted you flowers.

Chanyeol lowers the bouquet smiling but the smile quickly drops when he notices the tears in your eyes.

“Oh my god, d-did I do something wrong? Do you hate them?”

“No, I love them!” You reach out with a hand on his forearm to reassure him. “It’s just been a really long time since someone’s given me flowers.”

“Oh. Well I’m here now, expect to receive flowers often. You might even get sick of it, develop an allergy or something.” He laughs goofily and you instantly feel smitten at the idea he plans to continue gifting you flowers for the foreseeable future. “Are you ready?”

“Yup! Just let me put these somewhere safe and get my bag. They’re beautiful, by the way, I haven’t said thank you yet.”

You quickly press a kiss to his cheek that leaves him momentarily frozen laughing as you retreat further into your room to get what you needed, double checking you have everything you need before reuniting with Chanyeol at the door.

After closing the door, Chanyeol offers his arm to you and you happily wrap your hand around it as he leads the way. This time, you’re not so subtle about feeling him up. Aren’t feelings usually intensified when you’re drunk? Somehow, now when you are sober, his thick muscle feels even bigger and you’re already starting to feel a little warm.

“Looks like someone’s been working out.” You squeeze his bicep a few times to emphasise your comment.

“I try.” He laughs. That smooth, velvety laugh and his expressions show he’s pleased his efforts have been noticed. What man doesn’t like a boost to his ego?

♫~

Chanyeol takes you to the light festival held just a short walk from the hotel. Not too far that you feel tired from walking but you don’t think that you would’ve noticed anyhow, far too much enjoying the chatting with him as you walk.

He suggests maybe checking out the food stalls first before all the good stuff is sold out and you would be able to walk the food off as you explore afterwards and you happily oblige, allowing him to lead the way. It was nice to not have to think or plan ahead for once, having someone else do it for you.

You manage to buy an assortment of food from different stalls before finding an empty table to sit at. As you both dig into the food, you tell him about all the things you saw while shopping today that made you think of him and he makes you promise to go shopping with him sometime and show them to him in person, so he could decide for himself if he’d like them or not. He tells you about his boring meetings all day and how he couldn’t focus because he was too excited thinking about where he could take you tonight.

After you both finish the food, you decide to follow the paths mapped out by the event coordinators that show you all the exhibits and best photo spots. Chanyeol takes your hand, swinging it along the way excitedly as you begin to walk and it brings the both of you to a fit of giggles.

You find lots of exhibits and displays along the way that completely mesmerise you, each artist's use of lights different and so much more creative than you could ever imagine yourself to be. There is some use of projectors through tunnels that make the walk through very trippy, giving you the feeling of taking hallucinogens before walking through. Others use different light globes and sticks to create abstract art. You take turns with Chanyeol taking photos next to each display and every time you take his phone to see the photos he’s snapped of you, you’re in complete awe.

“Seriously, is there anything you’re not good at!? I wouldn’t be surprised if you told me you’re a freelance photographer too.”

“No,” he laughs, “you just photograph so well it makes an amateur like me look professional.”

You thought you had moved past the blushing, all the shyness and giddiness having been long gone but it seems Chanyeol always finds a way.

There’s an event happening that you find yourselves to be in the perfect viewing point for, a small parade of light creatures walking through the park. You stand to the side of the path to allow them room and for smaller children to move to the front. It seems Chanyeol has the same thought in mind because he stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

When you look to the side, his face is close enough that you can feel the warm, soft puffs of his breath. He smiles at you, dimple forming in his cheek and eyes turning to crescents, wrinkling at the outer corners.

“So the kids can see. And I’m a little cold. And my big head is getting heavy.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

You both laugh and he wraps his arms around you a little tighter. You return your attention to the front and bask in the colourful parade before you.

After the last of the creatures have passed by, you notice everyone else is remaining still rather than dispersing and your keen ear can hear a group standing nearby saying the fireworks would be starting soon. You look to Chanyeol and he mouths ‘wanna stay?’ having heard the same thing you just did and you nod. No longer needing to make way for others to see the path, Chanyeol moves to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you close.

You think it seems fitting. What kind of light festival would it be if there wasn’t a huge display of lights in the sky to end the nights festivities?

It’s not a long wait til you hear the first booms in the sky signalling the beginning of the performance and the two of you look up along with the crowd around you. A harmony of ooh’s and ahh’s follow each crackle, pop and boom of gunpowder in the sky.

When you turn to face Chanyeol, he’s already looking down at you but unlike your previous self, he wasn’t shy about being caught.

“You look beautiful tonight, I don’t think I’ve told you yet.”

You immediately step up on your toes and hold his face in both your hands, crashing your lips against his. The hand that wasn’t already wrapped around your waist braces itself on your hip and pulls you closer. Eventually your hands slip from his face down to his neck, one lands itself on his broad shoulders while the other slides down to his arm, pulling it to wrap tighter around your back. Chanyeol removes his hand from your hip and replaces its position at the nape of your neck, tilting your head to the side so his tongue could gain better access.

The kiss quickly grows heated and only when you hear the clapping of those around you do you both remember that you are in fact still in a public setting and the direction this kiss is heading is probably not appropriate for the eyes of families with children to witness. You part with a chuckle, forehead leaning against eachothers in disbelief.

It’s obvious now that it was time to head back home. Well, back to your hotel room.

♫~

Keeping your hands off each other was proving to be a very difficult task, especially when you find yourselves alone in the elevator. Quickly pulling yourself apart when the elevator dings before and you painfully realise you haven’t arrived at your floor yet. The knowing looks from the other patrons stepping into the elevator because of your heavy panting makes you blush furiously.

Once you finally make it inside your hotel room, you push Chanyeol against the door, slamming it shut and undoing his buttons one by one. The second you reach the last button, he spins you around against the wall and kisses down your neck, choosing to perfect spot to latch his lips onto and suck a deep bruise. His hand rounds your ass, smoothing it over before he gives you a big smack and grabs at your meaty flesh, making you whimper desperately and you can feel his lips pursing into a proud smile as he licks at the mark he’s made.

His hand slides down your thigh and wraps your leg around his waist. This new closeness and angle allowing you to feel his hardening length right where you’re most needy for him and you can’t help but rut yourself against him to feel more. Chanyeol grunts and returns the favour, steadily rocking himself into you and by now your desire was so pent up, you swear you could cum just like this.

“Fuck,” he breathes out heavily, “Y/N, baby, I can feel you pulsing.”

And it wasn’t until he said this that you realise exactly just how needy you are. It had been a long time since you’ve been with someone and solo activity, although effective, doesn’t quite hit the same as being with someone else.

“Please, need you.” You say to him, looking into his eyes when he lifts his head from its attack on your neck.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you.”

He presses his lips to yours, tongue pushing its way inside your mouth, wrestling with your own. His strong arms easily lift you and carry you over to the bed, laying you down gently as he crawls over you, engulfing your body with his own giant self and his lips seek the salty sweetness of your skin, kissing across your chest. You spread your legs for him and he drops his hips between, continuing to rock into you at a steady pace, careful to not work you up too much because little did you know, Chanyeol has plans for you tonight.

Unknowing of said plans, your hands fly down to his belt buckle, the clanking of your hands working feverishly to undo them to get to what you really wanted.

Suddenly Chanyeol halts all actions and skillfully collects both your wrists in one of his large hands and pins them above your head.

“No, no, baby girl,” he tutts, “let me take care of you. Don’t worry, don’t think, just let me do it for you. Okay?”

He’s looking into your eyes so intensely, you gulp and nod, granting him the permission he needs and he thanks you with a kiss. He lets go of your wrists and you push him to sit up on your knees, your arms reach around your back to pull the zip and you carefully slip the thick straps off one by one. The dress falls off your body to reveal the matching red set you had put on earlier in hopes for tonights events. Chanyeols eyes, which were locked in a heated stare with your own, fall along with your dress and his gaze rakes lustfully over your body.

Chanyeol lunges forward with a growl but you stop him, hands pressing onto the bare skin of his chest.

“Off with these first, please.” You say seductively, looking up at him with your doe eyes. How could he say no?

You push the open shirt off his shoulders and he slides them down his arm and tosses it on the floor as you resume your work on the buckle of his belt, clacking it undone before you pop the button of his jeans open and reach inside, palming his length, much larger than you had originally thought.

He groans and you help him push the rest of his jeans off his thighs. He gently takes your hand off and kisses it while he stands to kick his pants off. Keeping his hold on your hand, Chanyeol sits behind you with his legs on either side of you, pulling you flush against his chest.

Chanyeol had caught on to the way you instantly melt at the feel of his lips working their magic on your neck earlier and chooses to repeat his actions. He places kisses on your skin, starting at the outer corner of your shoulder, travelling inwards, nibbling gently at the junction of your shoulder and neck before he brings his lips upwards to that spot located just behind your jaw. He’s close enough to your ear that you can hear his voice clearly when he speaks.

“Let me help you relax, hm? Relieve some of that stress,” he emphasises the hiss which sends shivers down your spine, “and tension, hm?” He kisses his way to the other side of your neck, your head following his movement and obediantly rolling to the opposite side of his. His hands caress their way up your thighs, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your waist and tummy. “Will you let me, hm? Will you be a good girl for me?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer, lost in the feeling as his hands cup the undersides of your clothed breasts and give them a gentle squeeze that makes a pleased sigh escape your lips, your head rolling back to lean on his broad shoulder.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He pauses all movements on your body as he asks one last time, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

Chanyeol can feel himself twitching inside his boxers, aching to be inside you.

“Sir, hm?” He says with a smirk, placing a kiss on your cheek. “I like that. Now you be a good girl for me, you cum when I tell you to. Okay? Hold it til then.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He uses one hand to undo the clasp of your bra, letting it fall off your chest and freeing your breasts and you suck in a deep breath when his hands grab a hold of them, feeling the warmth now that there was nothing in the way. Your hips fidget when he squeezes particularly hard on one side before the other, his lips and tongue working their magic on the skin of your neck. His index fingers reach up and start alternating between flicking your nipple and ever so lightly circling your areolas, expertly making you feel the most pleasurable sensations, body jerking accordingly to his touches.

At this point, your neediness is so built up over the course of the night that you’re so close to cumming and, of course, Chanyeol can sense it with the way you’re whimpering and panting so desperately, body spasming in an almost orgasmic-like state. And just when you feel like you’re about to reach boiling point, he removes his hands from your chest and lowers them, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling back his oral attack to a lesser, sweeter, more gentle kiss placed on your shoulder instead.

“Remember, only when I tell you to. That was a close one, sweetheart.”

Chanyeol holds you close and when he feels your breathing starting to even out a little, his hand moves down between your legs, fingers gently rubbing along your clothed slit. He can definitely feel the wet patch that had grown in your pants, using his middle and ring finger to press it into you and you can feel the sticking and unsticking to your skin.

He keeps one arm wrapped around your middle, holding you close and still. The fingers on his other hand had now found their place on your clit, throbbing and needy for some relief and he partially grants you some, rubbing circles furiously bringing you closer and closer to climax.

Only to cease his actions the moment your hands fly to his thigh and hand, grabbing onto them tightly.

“Please, Sir, please let me cum now.”

“Aw,” he fake sympathises with you, “such a good girl for begging so beautifully. But not yet. Just hold on for me.”

He tugs at the waistband of your underwear with one hand while the other taps at your thigh, prompting you to lift yourself up slightly so he could slip your panties off. He does so with minimal effort.

With both hands, he spreads your legs, placing his own over the top of yours to keep them in a locked open position. Using the same two fingers earlier to gather your wetness, he sufficiently coats his fingers in your arousal and begins rubbing at your clit again, circling it at just the right pressure and pace not to cause you pain, knowing how sensitive you must be right now.

He speaks praises directly into your ear, the close proximity making his husky voice sound so much sexier along with his choice of words.

Taking his fingers off your clit, he pushes both digits into your pussy, thrusting mercilessly as even he begins to lose control, moaning along with you at the feeling of your tight walls. He spreads his fingers inside of you, the stretch preparing you for what’s to come.

“What a good girl you are.” He kisses your cheek. “Wanna cum now?”

“Yes, Sir, please. I want to cum on your cock.”

Chanyeol groans at your words, immediately removing his fingers from you and using the wetness to pump his own cock. He watches as you promptly get up and turn around to face him, bending forward with your ass in the air and taking his cock in your mouth. Your hand wraps around the remainder of his shaft, stroking what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth that was sucking diligently for his pleasure. His hand rests on the back of your head as he moans out at your unexpected eagerness to please him, even though he had set out with all intent to make tonight about you.

He allows himself a few more moments of pure bliss before picking you up by your arms, kissing you as he lays you back down. He reaches down and places his tip at your entrance, holding himself up on his other arm so he can see your face the moment he pushes himself inside of you. He can barely keep his eyes open, wanting to mimic the way yours roll back into your head, feeling the way his thickness almost struggles to make its way inside.

You’re both breathing heavily and Chanyeol takes a moment to gently cup your face and look into your eyes as he begins pulling his cock back out and pushing it back in. You wrap your legs around his waist and he adjusts his position to a more pleasurable angle for you, knowing it was the right one when he feels your pussy death squeeze his cock. His hips begin to piston into the backs of your thighs and the room is echoing with moans, grunts and the slapping of skin on skin.

“Gonna cum now, hm?”

Your hands are gripping onto his arms tightly, nails digging into his biceps.

“Yes, Sir, gonna cum. Can I cum now? Please?”

His thrusts become harder and you’re about ready to burst.

“Cum, NOW. Cum on my fucking cock like a good girl, baby, cum!”

With his permission and command, you do exactly that and you scream out as your body spasms in a white hot pleasure. Chanyeol continues thrusting slowly to help you ride out your orgasm but he’s in a rush of his own.

“Fuck, come here.”

You quickly scrawl onto your knees, just in the nick of time as he strokes himself to completion. Stringy spurts of cum coating your lips, dripping inside your mouth and down your face. He places his cock onto your welcoming tongue and you happily take it inside your mouth.

If he had the energy, his eyes would be bulging right out of their sockets right now at the sight of you, messy with his cum on your face and cock in your mouth. He pulls himself out and uses his thumb to collect the remainders of himself, and before he can, you reach for his hand and push his thumb to your lips, licking his digit clean and popping it inside to give it a suck for good measure.

“Shit.” He breathes out. “You are going to be the death of me. I know it.”

You both laugh and he pulls you into his chest as he collapses onto your bed.

“C’mon, let’s quickly wash up first. Don’t pass out yet.” He gently suggests, feeling the calmness of your body and sensing you were about to doze off. “I’ll help you.”

“Will you stay after?”

“Hm, only if you pay for buffet breakfast tomorrow.” He says with a goofy grin. Your eyes may be closed but you can hear the smile in his voice knowing the buffet was complementary for hotel guests. And you’re assuming off the clock employees, not to mention friends of the owner.

“Oh? What happened to mister interior designer who makes money and certainly has the means to take care of me?”

Apparently, he’s too tired to audibly laugh out loud but his shoulders have no problem shaking as if he is, rudely bouncing your head along with them.

“I think I just proved I can take care of you in more ways than one, sweetheart.”

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