#a big spoiler honestly like...should yall even know this was going to happen???? lol idkidk but its something okayyyy

[mybiasisexo]

https://www.tumblr.com/mybiasisexo/750302118780469248/you-sigh-he-continues-i-realized-after-that

Giiiiiiirl.

The way I started kicking my feet and woosah-ing seeing this post! Discarded draft or not CRUMBS👏🏾 ARE 👏🏾CRUMBS 👏🏾 MAMA and I gobbled it up viciously *wipes corners of mouth*

We’ve been fed. This made my weekend 😌 lol

eeeehhh!!! i know i feel so bad 😭 BUT i have been balls to the wall typing away these past few days. idk whats gotten into me but im like hyperfixated but now im neglecting my drabbles....someone help me

heres something else for you bc i do really feel so bad and we deserve some real stuff not just a discarded draft. mind you, this is a rough draft so who knows if ill keep it or if it will be the same lol but yeah, some dessert after the crumbs lollll 🤪

Now alone, you finally give in and turn to Chanyeol. You meet his gaze and don’t find a flicker of the hatred or disinterest you saw on the boardwalk, much to your surprise. Still, he takes you in with an intensity that catches your breath, wondering what he could possibly be thinking right now. “Everyone’s said goodbye except us,” he casually says. You lift a curious eyebrow. “Does last night not count?” He frowns. “Do you want it to?” “No,” you say too quickly. You clear your throat and try to play it off. “I mean, it seems we’re going to be back in each other’s lives, so maybe we should have that conversation we were supposed to have after the wedding. Before, you know.” You wave a hand vaguely and you swear you see humor brighten Chanyeol’s face briefly. “We owe it to our friends.” He seems to deflate at your words, but when he speaks, he’s gentle. “We owe it to each other, Me….” He lets the petname die on his tongue, unsure if it’s appropriate or not, if he still wants to call you that or not. He corrects himself, calling you by your real name apologetically. A burst of pain blooms within your chest, but you contain it, pressing your lips into a thin line. “I deserve that,” you whisper and attempt a smile. He notices it and chews on his own bottom lip nervously. You aren’t sure if he wants to correct or agree with you, but he refrains from saying anything in answer. The air around you stales, and you wag a finger in the space between you. “This is what I’m talking about. It can’t be like this everytime we’re around each other.”  “It’s always going to be like this at least a little when….” Again he doesn’t finish his sentence. His eyes shift between yours, silently testing to see if he should continue speaking, but whatever he sees makes him give up again. Sighing he straightens up more. “You’re right. We should talk.”