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aceri1485 · 1 year ago

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Fired (Pt. 2)

Pt 1 here!

Xiumin x Reader

key words: backstage, concert, stage hand, smut (18+, read at own risk — consensual, oral (male receiving), unprotected), fluff (does this count as fluff?), slow burn

authors note: uhh merry christmas I guess haha (1) this is purely fiction, please don’t be delusional and no I don’t think this would ever happen irl (2) protagonist (ie. the reader) gender is ambiguous on purpose, I want anyone to be able to read this and enjoy (3) I'm enjoying writing this more than I was expecting, soooo maybe part 3???

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"Hellooo - can you hear me?" your radio crackles from your waistband.

You stifle a yawn before grabbing your radio to reply, "Yes, I'm here! Sorry! I'm on my way."

"Oh good - thank you!" You hear the relief in Sam's voice, "Come find me when you're done!"

"Will do" you reply, then turn your attention back to the makeup artist, Jose, who had been talking your ear off for nearly 15 minutes before Sam's radio message interrupted you.

"Oh - I guess you have to go," Jose blushes, "I'm sorry, I know you must be busy, I just - nobody has really asked us what we..."

"What you need to do your job?" you finish the sentence, smiling gently at Jose, "I'm sorry if it seems like we haven't been paying attention to you before, the stage hands have been a little short staffed at the other concerts."

"No - no, that's not what I.." Jose blushed even more, "I didn't mean to imply you weren't doing your job before, I'm trying to say... I'm saying that I appreciate how hard you are working now and that I am grateful we have someone like you to support us."

You blink, surprised, and feel your own cheeks and ears getting hot. It was true - you had been working hard since Sam promoted you. That was three shows ago now, and while the team had been saying thank you, you hadn't truly felt like your extra effort had been noticed or appreciated.

Your radio crackles again, another staff member asking for Sam's approval on some other matter, bringing your attention back.

"I will do my best to get you what you need." you say to Jose, before going to run to your next task. You stop, though, and gently put your hand on Jose's, "and... thanks."

Jose locks eyes with you and smiles, "No, thank you - I'll see you later?"

You smile back, "See you later!"

Now you turn and jog down the hall, off to meet with one of the stylists for an emergency clothing shopping spree, but not before you catch sight of an achingly familiar figure passing across the hall in front of you.

Your body has an involuntary response, the blush in your cheeks deepening, but you force your mind not to wander and focus on the task at hand.

Arriving at the backstage door, you are surprised to find not only the stylist, but a manager and a tall man in a bucket hat and mask waiting for you. They greet you, smiling, as you head out the door together.

"Mr. Park - why are you coming with us?" you ask, smiling as his eyes widen in surprise, "What - you didn't think that so-called disguise is going to fool anyone, did you?" you laugh.

While it was true that you had come to know the members more and more since you had been working as a part of their core team over the past month, it was also true that anyone who had ever seen even a bad drawing of Chanyeol before would recognize him now.

"Hey, it's better than nothing!" Chanyeol shoots back as you hold the car door open for him. He slides in and you close the door, running around to get in on the other side. Luckily, the concert is still hours away, and any fans that are already lurking around are all at the entrance to the arena.

The last time one of the members had tried to join an outing like this before a concert, the police had to be called to stop fans from blocking the backstage door to let them get back inside the venue. So long as nobody knew Chanyeol was gone, nobody would be desperate enough to stake out the door to try and see him when you go back this time.

"I had to come so I can try on whatever we pick out," Chanyeol says as you buckle your seatbelts, "I didn't want to, I know how complicated it could get if someone sees me."

"Don't lie!" the stylist laughs from the front seat, "I told you I would bring back different sizes for you to try!"

"Yeah," the manager chimes in from the front seat, "I distinctly remember the conversation going something along the lines of "ahh I'm so bored, when will I ever-" hey, put that back on!" he cuts off as Chanyeol throws his bucket hat at him, "and be careful, I'm driving!"

Any tension the team had about a last minute outing melts away as you laugh, and the conversation turns to finding a good place to pick up coffee near the store the stylist wants to go to. As Chanyeol and the manager debate whether the members need coffee before a show, you pull out your phone to message Sam that you are on your way.

Distracted for a few minutes as you message back and forth with various team members, each putting in coffee requests or asking you to grab this or that, your attention gets pulled back to the conversation when you hear Xiumin's name.

Looking up, you see that Chanyeol was watching you. He smiles at you, too knowingly, and says "Sam would know, I think Xiumin told her after the last show."

"What was that?" you ask, trying to keep your expression clear, and looking anywhere but Chanyeol's face.

"Did he say something about his shoes being too big last show?" the stylist asked, not noticing - or pretending not to notice - the large grin on Chanyeol's face as he looked at you.

"Oh, no - the shoes fit fine," you say, "they needed new laces, the old ones were frayed and so they weren't staying tied" you explain, looking out the window in what you hoped was a non-chalant manner.

"Lets add laces to the list then," the stylist adds, "How could I have missed that? You're a life saver, thank you!"

"Don't mention it," you say, "And I already picked up some extra laces.. and changed out the old ones in Xiumin's shoes."

"When did you have time to do that?" the stylist turns to look at you.

"Oh, I... stayed late after the last show." you mumble, refusing to look at anyone in the car.

The stylist smiles, "You work way too hard, you know that?" laughing as they turn back in their seat, "I hope you know we all appreciate it!"

You're grateful that you can blame your blush on receiving your second compliment of the day rather than the thoughts of why you had really stayed so late after the last show.

It was the first time you and Xiumin had been able to be truly alone since... well, since that first night.

"Are you cold?" he asks, the corners of his eyes creased with concern, "Here, put this on."

He pulls off his jean jacket to wrap around your shoulders. The streetlight casts shadows of your sillouettes infront of you as you walk- a shadow couple, picture perfect, other worldly. You smile in thanks, pulling the jacket closer around you. It had to be nearly 3am already, the two of you had stayed at the arena talking for hours after the everyone else had left.

Your arms brush together as you walk, Xiumin's hands shoved into his pockets, a blush forming on his cheeks where his face is visible behind his black facemask, matching the pink tinge of your ears. Your shadows bump into eachother, at times overlapping, rarely a gap between them.

You both realize the hotel is less than half a block away at the same time and it's like you're suddenly walking in molasses. Your shadows crawl along the sidewalk ahead of you, shrinking into one another then growing full again as you pass between one streetlight to another.

At the door of the hotel, you both stop, not making eye contact with each other.

"Do you want-"

"Maybe another-"

You start speaking at the same time, turning to look at each other, breaking off just as quickly and turning away again, flushing.

"You f-"

"What did yo-"

And the tension breaks, both of you laughing.

"You go" you say, marvelling at the way the light streaming out from the hotel windows makes his eyes sparkle. You longed to pull off his mask so you could see how the light would catch on the rest of his face, with its simultaneously sharp angles and soft edges.

He won't look at you, instead staring at your shoes, but his hands come up and hold your elbows, "Maybe another... another lap around the block?" he asks.

You stop yourself from sighing in relief, anything to make the night last longer, just another few minutes-

You're pulled away from your thoughts by Chanyeol waving his hand in front of your face “Helloooo?"

You’ve arrived at a small shopping area and the manager is bragging about his great parking job.

"Oh, sorry," you smile, "I was just trying to - uh - remember everyone's coffee orders."

The stylist and manager hurry to usher Chanyeol into a store across the street, leaving you to actually try and remember everyone's coffee orders, entering a small cafe. It isn't busy, thankfully, but you apologize to the barista for the number of drinks you order nonetheless.

"Two iced americanos, 4 hot americanos, one vanilla latte..." you prattle off almost a dozen drinks and pay, "Sorry again - is it just you working today?"

"Yes, just me, but don't apologize!" the barista smiles at you, "I love a bit of a challenge."

"How so?" You ask, making small talk as they start working on the drinks.

"Oh, I love to see if I can pull double shots, or pour milk with one hand while steaming another round" the barista laughs, "like rubbing my head and patting my stomach... or is it the other way around?"

Both laughing, you keep chatting, realizing you have a similar taste in music when the song playing in the cafe changes, comparing your favourite types of teas and the best place to go for kimbap in the neighbourhood.

The barista smiles shyly, tucking their hair behind their ear, as you watch them work on the last drink, "Could I maybe get your..."

They trail off as Chanyeol bursts through the door, a whirlwind of energy not at all contained by his large frame, the manager close behind him.

"Almost ready?" the manager asks you and you nod, greeting them both before turning back to the barista.

"What were you saying?" you ask as they slide the last drink to you over the counter.

"Oh, its nothing!" they look flustered, clearly recognizing Chanyeol, who is now waiting by the register to order, "But - uh - if you're ever in the neighbourhood again, you should stop by. I'll make you one on the house," they say, recovering a bit and turning their attention back to you.

"Oh, I-" you break off as Chanyeol pointedly clears his throat and looks at his watch. The barista nods to you and hurries back over to the register to take Chanyeol's order.

Sighing, you slump into a seat across from the manager, the drinks you ordered filling the table in front of you. It turns out that Chanyeol had been accepting orders from the members while you were collecting orders for the staff and so the barista gets to work preparing another 9 drinks.

“We’d better hurry back after this,” the manager says, anxious, “Of course the big oaf gets recognized...”

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There are still 3 hours to showtime after you finish distributing coffee to the other stage hands, but there is still a never ending list of tasks waiting for you all before the show can start.

The crew and dancers walk through an entire sound and lighting check, one of the stylists has to be taken to the hospital for stitches after a mishap with a sewing needle, and Sehun’s earpiece has gone missing.

That’s how you find yourself in a back closet the crew was using as temporary storage, surrounded by boxes full of extra props and pieces of audio equipment. Your back to the door, bent at the waist to dig in the bottom of a particularly large box, you hear rather than see someone enter the closet behind you, just as-

“YES! It’s here!” You say triumphantly, shooting your hand into the air, clutching the small box containing Sehun’s earpiece.

Sighing in relief that there was at least one problem solved, you freeze when you hear the reply from behind you.

“What did you find?” Chanyeol says.

You turn around in an instant, surprise clear on your face, “Chan- I mean, Mr. Park? Sorry, I though you were Sam.”

He smiles and holds up his hands, “Just me - sorry to disappoint.”

“What are you doing here?” You ask, slightly anxious, “Did something else happen?”

“Something else?” He asks, confused, “Is there a problem?”

You bite your lip, cursing to yourself that you forgot how the staff tried their best to hide small issues from the members before the shows so they could focus on getting ready.

Forcing a smile, you say and hold up the box again, “No, not anymore - we’re good! What do you need?”

“Oh, I was.. I was hoping to talk to you actually” he says, trying to catch your eye to gauge your response.

Oh god, not now! You think to yourself, I don’t have time for this right now - actually, I don’t have time for this ever, I can’t loose this job!

“If this is.. what I think it is, then..” you take a deep breath and meet his gaze, “it’s not what it-“

“Looks like?” he finishes your sentence for you, giving you a hard look.

You set your jaw.

Chanyeol sighs, his shoulders relaxing, breaking eye contact and half turning away, “That’s too bad then. Because it looks like Xiumin is happier than I’ve seen him in years.”

Your jaw falls open.

Chanyeol turns to leave, then pauses with his hand on the closet door. “I just wanted to say..” he looks back at you over his shoulder, “He’s serious about you, about continuing whatever this “doesn’t look like” after the tour, and I hope.. I hope you don’t hurt him. I saw the way you were with that barista, and don’t pretend you don’t see how Jose looks at you.”

The elevator dings, but neither of you move to get off it. Instead, you both stand at the door, looking out down to the end of the hall.

The door slides shut, and you didn’t get off.

“I’ll just.. take you up to your room first.” You say, looking down at your shoes, hands clutching the hem Xiumin’s jean jacket still draped over your shoulders.

“Okay.. thanks.” He says, voice low. The elevator continues up, and his hand finds yours, pulling your grip from his jacket to intertwine your fingers.

The elevator dings again, but still neither of you move to get off, until the door starts to slide shut again. Xiumin puts out a hand to stop it, his other still holding yours.

Holding the door open, he steps off, but as you go to draw your hand away, he holds on even tighter, pulling you off the elevator with him.

“Xiumin...” you whisper, fully aware that the other members and the managers are staying on this floor as well, digging in your heels a bit to stop him from pulling you further down the hall as the elevator doors slide shut behind you.

He stops, but doesn’t look back at you. Instead, you feel his hand squeeze yours, and he whispers back “…please”.

You couldn’t have stood there more than 30 seconds after Chanyeol left but it felt more like a whole day before you shook it off. Gathering yourself again to the task at hand, you try not to think about how Chanyeol’s voice broke, “I hope you don’t hurt him.”

Radioing ahead to let Sam know you found Sehun’s earpiece, you practically sprint out of the closet.

Handing over the box to one of the managers, you remember the items Jose had asked you for earlier in the day and go to collect what you can.

It’s an hour to the show by the time you’re able to stop by the dressing room and check in with Jose after being sidetracked by different problems and tasks. You knock and enter the the dressing room after hearing Jose yell “Come in!”

You push open the door, balancing a small box full of different things Jose had asked for - a fresh lightbulb for the mirror, a new package of makeup wipes, spray bottle with water - and enter the room.

You quickly scan the room, taking in the manager sitting on the couch engaged in a phone call, Baekhyun holding up two shirts in front of a mirror while two stylists argue over which colour to go for and Chen sitting in front of the makeup mirrors while another stylist attacked his hair with a brush and gel.

But your heart doesn’t jump up into your throat until your eyes land on the one man you were hoping to find here. He’s sitting in front of the makeup mirror beside Chen, eyes closed as Jose attempts to dab some slightly glittery eye shadow on him without getting glitter everywhere else.

“Oh my GOD, you’re the best!” Jose says, seeing what you’re carrying, and Xiumin opens his eyes, “Xiumin, don’t you agree?” Jose grabs the box from you to push onto the counter infront of Xiumin, “I asked for all this this morning, I can’t believe you remembered everything!”

Looking at you in the mirror, Xiumin smiles “Yes.. you’re the best” he says quietly.

The subtext is thankfully lost on Jose who playfully smacks him on the arm, “I asked if you agreed but I did not say that you could open your eyes!”

You and Jose chat for a bit, Jose fluttering around Xiumin and Chen, finishing both of their makeup, while Chen and Xiumin start their own conversation. Baekhyun joins in a third chair, the stylists finally having come to a compromise and finding a completely different third shirt for him to wear.

Sounds of the crowd filing into the arena filter in, growing louder as the time passes. Down the hall, you hear the staff laughing in the common area, many of them trying to eat a quick dinner before the show starts.

Soon Sam checks in with you over your radio and you go to pop your head into the other dressing rooms, giving the 15 minute warning and checking that nobody needs anything last minute.

Another stage hand comes by to usher the members to the stage. You follow behind them in the hallway, trying to stay out of the way of dancers rushing to get to the stage and makeup artists trying to apply last minute touch ups to the members.

In the chaos, you find yourself beside Xiumin for a couple of seconds, just long enough for him to look at you and smile, your hands to brush and a wave of goose bumps to rush down your spine. With his makeup done, contacts in and his shirt unbuttoned like that, he is breathtakingly beautiful. Then he’s gone, carried forward by the wave of commotion heading toward the stage, toward the rising sound of cheers - no, screams - and the swell of the music.

You gasp, finally coming up for air, the rise and fall of your breath matching his, like two people who were underwater for too long. He meets your eyes, a low moan falling from his lips.

“Please, baby” he breathes out, “Please keep going.”

You blow cool air on his cock, moving your hand up and down, tantalizingly slow, enjoying the way his hips squirm as he tries to increase the friction and the way the storm in his eyes builds. One of his hands brushes your hair away from your eyes, gently. But the other grasps the sheets of the bed, muscles in his forearms taught and the veins in his hand jumping up, like he’s holding back the ocean with one hand.

You place your hand over his, releasing his grip on the sheets and intertwining your fingers at the same time as you lower your mouth back around his cock. He can’t hold back the loud gasp, or help the way his hips buck. The hand that one second ago was so tenderly brushing back your hair now pushes your head down.

Saliva fills your mouth as you try not to gag, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can with each push down of his hand. His fingers tangle in your hair as he guides you. You suck and swirl your tongue, glancing up at him every now and then. He can’t look away from you, he’s transfixed. It fuels your own arousal, and you move one hand down to touch yourself. Your other hand is still holding his, two drowning people clasping onto each other like a lifeline.

“Shit, I’m-“ he says, hips bucking again, “Fuck, don’t stop..”

Your name, mixed in with a string of curse words, falls from his mouth as he gasps for air, his voice deep and breathy at the same time. His hand leaves your hair, flying up behind him to hold on to the headboard. You pick up the pace, abandoning your own pleasure to pump him with your hand lower down his shaft while your use your mouth at his tip.

The wave crashes down and with low yell he releases. You swallow, continuing to work him until he gasps and pulls your head away. Then he pulls you up into a deep, long kiss, and you sigh, relaxing into it, relaxing into him. When you break apart, you pull the cover up over you both and rest your head on his shoulder. He kisses you on the forehead, mumbling something about the time and his alarm going off in a couple hours. Holding each other close, your breathing deep and again in sync, you fall asleep. Faint sunlight breaks through the crack in the curtain at the foot of the bed.

An hour later, the sunlight wakes you up, hitting you in the face. Now strong and bright, it had crept up the bed until it hit you square in the eye. Xiumin still sleeps beside you, his hair falling across his forehead, relaxed and blissfully protected from the sun.

A few moments later, you are closing the door as quietly as possible behind you, dressed but holding your shoes in your hands, ready to tiptoe to the elevator. The door closes and you turn, freezing in place, eyes locked on Chanyeol standing in an open doorway across the hall.

END (P3 maybe?)

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cinnamonroll999 · 2 years ago

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Top 5 Most Solid Chanbaek Proofs- Part 2

4.The Footsie

This moment has become rather obscure. I only got into Exo and Chanbaek this year. Even after watching dozens of Chanbaek moment compilations and analysis, it took me a while to find out about this.

You can see Baekhyun, um, giving Chanyeol a footsie, basically. And let me just say, this is not fan service.

Don't get me wrong, Chanbaek did and still do fan service. Examples:

And here is Sehun trying to make them do fan service:

(This is a pretty legendary Chanbaek, so maybe I will do a post about this outside of this series, since the rest of the three spots have been reserved.)

Anyway, so, as I was saying, Chanbaek does do fan service. But here's something I use to distinguish between actual moments and fan service: Aside from being so obviously romantic, fan service is always done while laughing, awkwardly or because they do find it hilarious. It's made to be a joke and - as it is meant to be - fun.

Although Baekhyun does have a tiny smile on his face, he nor Chanyeol are giving a single f*ck about the camera. They really seemed to have forgotten about it.

Honestly, when I first found this, I thought it was straight something out of a fan fiction.

Don't you think so? I mean, it very much seemed unreal and fake when I found it, especially since they normally try (and fail) to be subtle in front of cameras.

I hope this was enough to prove my point. See you next time :)

#chanbaek #chanbaek analysis #kpop

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xerceii · 3 years ago

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Gods Eye

Pairing: Chanyeol/OC

Characters: All of exo and multiple OCS

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:

Though I haven’t had it in me to repost all my fics… Specifically the ones dear to me, I do want to try and start sharing my stories again. That being said here is a fic I’ve had sitting in my files for a while. Similar to my old fics please read all the warnings before going into the story. I missed writing action scenes so I hope this gets me back in track. Happy Friday everyone!

You can read the full fic here (Wattpad link)

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#chanyeol #exo scenarios #exo fanfic #chanyeol fan fiction #gods eye Xercei #Kai #Baekhyun #chanyeol fic #chanyeol smut

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oshbluepacific · 3 years ago

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Love Me for Granted

Type: Angst

Character: Park Chanyeol x Reader (College Au!)

Words Counted: 3k+

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“Chanyeol.” He heard you calling out for him.

He turned his attention from his friends as the laughter faded and the wide smile on his face turns into just a small smile. You moved your head, motioning him that it was time to go as you walked away from the spot where you were standing. Chanyeol said goodbye to his friends before he could quicken his steps to catch up with you.

“You don’t have practice today?” He asked in ac chirpy voice.

You shook your head. “Practice was canceled, I got nothing to do, so I thought I’d just go home.” You answered him.

“Well, I was thinking that it might be okay if you go home alone today.” Chanyeol suddenly said and you stopped walking.

“Oh? You have plans?” You asked him and he nodded his head.

“I was planning on going to see a movie while waiting for you with my friends, I hope that’s okay with you—or maybe you want to join us to see the movie?” His bright smile appeared when he asked if you’d like to join him.

You shook your head, “No, It’s okay, I’ll just get home by myself, you can have fun with your friends.” You told him.

“Okay…” He then leans down to kiss your cheek before smiling at you. You actually hated the public affection, and Chanyeol knows it too.

“Yeol…” You mumbled, clearly annoyed, but he didn’t care to respond.

“Text me when you’re home.” He said, turning his heel before he could run back to his friends.

He told his friends that the plan was still on before he looked over his shoulder to see you walking away, with your earphones plugged in. A frown appeared on his face before he could shrug all of his thoughts and join in with his friends.

You’ve been dating Chanyeol for a couple of months now, and it wasn’t easy for Chanyeol to get to you. When people started to catch their senses that you and Chanyeol were dating, people were confused because you both had nothing in common. Even how the both of you met was just too stupid that when people asked it was an embarrassing story to you.

It was at a party, on a Sunday night. Where most people get along and were celebrating the victory of the swimming team. Chanyeol has always been the social butterfly, he was the life of the party. Some people would say that “the party can’t start if Park Chanyeol isn’t here!”

Chanyeol wasn’t a big drinker, but he’s always up for a challenge. He loast a beer-pong which led him to drink too much and he just needs to go to the bathroom. Once he opened the bathroom door, he was shocked to see 2 girls. One was throwing up in the toilet bowl while the other one was holding up her hair.

“Oh! Shit sorry! I didn’t mean to—” “Hey, do you mind helping to get a glass of water?” The sober one shot.

Chnayeol nodded his head before he rushed towards the kitchen to get a glass of iced water. He rushed back towards the bathroom and handed her the drink.

“WHY DID YOU GET ICED?” She asked as her hands felt the cold cup.

“I didn’t know!”

“Well, this better do it!” She rolled her eyes as the other girl just kept on groaning.

“Move.” Chanyeol then, took action. “She’s not getting anything out of her if you’re just going to be there holding her hair up.” He said. She then moved aside as CHanyeol helped to held her friend’s strawberry blonde hair as his other hand gently massaged the back of her neck.

“How much did she drink?” Chanyeol asked, to the gild who was holding the cup of water in her hand.

“Enough to get her this hammered.” She answerd, rolling her eyes.

“Can you please watch her for a second? I’ll get her stuff.” She said and Chanyeol just nodded before she could leave him with a drunken girl, puking her guts out in the batroom.

Once she was back, her friend seems to be passed out. Leaning herself against Chanyeol.

“Did you bring a car?” Chanyeol asked her befor she shook her head.

“She did.” She motioned to her friend who was passed out on Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“Alright, I’ll help you drive her home.” He said, before he struggle to get the women off from him.

“We can get home by ourself.” She then walked closer to help Chanyeol.

“Yeah, I know, but I just want to make sure that you both get home safely.” Chanyeol said.

There was an argument between Chanyeol and her stubbornness until she finally gave in when you both reached the car. Chanyeol slowly lay the friend’s body on the backseat before he could take his jacket of and placing it over her legs. She gave Chanyeol the car keys before they both got in.

“By the way, I’m Chanyeol, Park.” Chanyeol extended his hand as he got comfortable behind the wheel.

“(Y/N).” You said taking his hand before shaking it.

No one said a word the entire ride, but you did provide Chanyeol on directions to her house. When he finally arrived, Chanyeol helped her too get your friend up.

“Keep the jacket, just return it to me on Monay.” He told you as you both successfully placed your friend down on the bed.

“How will I find you?” you asked, and Chanyeol just smiled at you.

“I’ll be the one that find you.” He said. He said his goodnight before he could walk along the streets to get a cab back to his own place.

On Monday, Chanyeol did find you. He discovered that you were the in the volleyball team and was the star player. She was 1 year his junior and wasn’t the social type. When Chanyeol saw you the second time, he made it clear to himself that he wanted to date you, and he knew damn well that to get to you wasn’t going to be easy.

“Hey, you found me.” She smiled as she trotted clower towards Chanyeol.

“Didn’t I promise yout hat I would?” Chanyeol winked at her and she just chuckled.

“Here’s your jacket, I’ve washed it too because after you left she kinda’…” And when you trailed your explanation off Chanyeol burst into laughers.

“I know what you mean, it’s okay, thanks by the way.” Chanyeol thanked you as she shoved the jacjet into his backpack.

“She wanted to thank you personally, but she’s too shy and too embarrassed about yesterday.” You told him and Chanyeol just shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said.

“Okay, I’ll let you off then.” You said before turning around.

“Hey, (Y/N) wait!” Chanyeol stopped you and you turn to face him again.

“Something wrong?” She asked.

“Look… I felt like the way we met was kind of a bad start I mean… in the bathroom, you yelled at me, and we’re taking care of a drunk person.” Chanyeol pointed out, only to make you smiled.

“It does sound off…” You commented.

“Right? But, enough about how we both met, I want to get to know you more.” Chanyeol shot.

“Meaning…?” You aksed raising your eyebrow.

“Meaning, maybe I can take you out on a coffee or dinner or the movies? Whichever you prefer.” Chanyeol asked.

You felt your cheeks getting read but you nod at his offer.

“Sounds fun.” She smiled before you both could exchange phone numbers.

It took him days to set up a coffee date—weeks for dinner a date and a month for him to have the urge to finally ask you to be his girlfriend. The first month went great. Everything was fine and colorful and all happy. But when it gets to the third month, Chanyeol felt off, and nothing seems the same as before. There was no augments between you two, never even fight in long of your relationship. Chanyeol would always push his doubts and always see the side that you were that quiet type. Only say what needs and nothing more nothing less.

He loves you with all his heart, whereas he’s in the dark where he stands in yours.

You were at home, sitting down with your legs stretched out on the yoga mat when you noticed it was already dark out. You let out a breath before you could get up from the floor and rolled your yoga met and placed it aside. You picked you phone from the coffee table and there wasn’t any text nor calls from Chanyeol. But you didn’t think of anything of it. You just thought that he’s having a blast with his friends. You placed your phone back on the coffee table before you could take a quick shower and get changed into something more comfortable. You spent the rest of the night working on your assignments followed by binging on your Netflixseries. But then you noticed, there were no notifications from Chanyeol.

“Maybe he’s home.” You said to yourself before you could continue on watching your series.

The next day, you woke up in the morning, and there was still no news about Chanyeol. You gotten a little worried so you decided to call him. And thankfully he answered after the second ring.

“Hello?” You heard his raspy, morning voice on the other side of the phone.

“Hey…” You felt relief just washed over you. “I didn’t hear from you all night, I was getting worried.” You told him.

You heard the ruffling of his sheets before he could groan. “Sorry… I was about to text, but I fell asleep as I got home.” He said.

“Okay then, I’m getting ready for class, I’ll see you later then.” You said, pushing your blanket away before you could get up from your bed.

“I don’t think I’ll be coming to class today…” Chanyeol said, and you stopped your tracks.

“Why? Are you okay?” You asked him.

“I’m okay, just not feeling good at the moment.” He said.

“Oh, okay, get some rest, okay? I’ll see you soon.” You told him.

“You’re coming over?” He asked.

“I don’t think I can… I have practice today.” You told him, and you could hear him sigh.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I think I can’t pick you up later…” Chanyeol apologized, and you shook yoru head.

“No worries… Hey, I have to go okay, I need to get ready.”

“Okay…” Chanyeol said.

“Okay, bye.”

Chanyeol was about to say something but you already hung up the phone. He looked at his phone screen before he let out a sigh and placed his phone beside him. He got up from his bed

to take a shower because he knows him too well to not skip Philosophy class in 20 minutes.

You placed you book into your bag before you could leave the lecture room, you looked at the time and you still have an hour to kill before your volley practice. As you were walking towards campus coffee place, you were surprise to see Chanyeol, walking up the street on his phone.

“Yeol?” You called and he immediately turn his head.

He stopped at his tracks as you trotted closer to him.

“I thought you were going to stay in? are you feeling better?” You asked him and he just gave you a weak smile.

“I’m fine… I just couldn’t skip Professor Jang’s philosophy class… I’m heading back right now.” He told you and you just nod your head.

“Do you want me to pick you up later?” He aksed.

“Sure.” You answered him and he just nod his head.

“I’ll see you later okay, text me when you’re done.” He took you by the arm before planting a kiss on the top of you head before he could left.

You watched Chanyeol walk away from you before he could turn the corner and he was gone. You then continue to walk towards the coffee place to get your coffee just before practice.

Once you were done with practice, you texted Chanyeol to let him know that you were done with practice.

FROM: Yeol

In the parking lot

You walked towards the parking lot to find Chanyeol, sitting on the hood of his car. He was wearing a long-sleeved white t-shirt with a pair of black jeans and sneakers. His hair was a complete mess, while his eyes looked soft behind his glasses. When he noticed you from the distance, he gave you a weak smile before he could help you with your bags. He placed it in the back seat as you both get into the car. Chanyeol was silent along the ride back home. He didn’t say a word, nor did you. As you reached your home, he parked his car but he didn’t turn the engine off. You turned to him, placing your hand on top of his.

“You okay? You’re being awfully quiet.” You pointed.

Chanyeol just let out a sigh, no daring himself to look at you.

“Yeol—”

“(Y/N), do you love me?” Chanyeol suddenly asked as his eyes met yours.

You could see the hint of sadness and hurt in his eyes, while his hand suddenly grips yours.

“Of course, I do love you… what’s wrong?” You asked.

“Because I don’t think you do love me…” Chanyeol said in a small voice.

“Lately, everytime I kiss you, you’ll be cringing or even push me away before I could even kiss you. You avoid my hugs—it’s almost like… you’re ashamed to be seen with me.” He explained turning his face away. Before you could even say anything, Chanyeol continued.

“The reason why I didn’t text you or even call you last night, was because I was waiting for yours first, it thought you might look for me. And this morning I pretend to sound sick so maybe—just maybe—you would come and take care of me. But you didn’t. I just started to think that you don’t care about me anymore… it bothers me to the point where I can’t even focus in class anymore.” He explained and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

He turned his head to you when he didn’t hear you say anything. You could see the tears in his eyes, the hurt on his face.

“Chanyeol, you know that I don’t like public affections.” You argued.

“Is that what you take after I said all of that?” Chaneyol asked, disappointment in his voice.

“Chanyeol, I do love you, I do care about you!” You told him.

“You know, Professor Jang lectured us about that ‘action speaks louder than word’ and at first I thought it was just some old sayings but now I do believe it for some matters.” He pointed sarcastically. He lets out a sigh.

“(Y/N), I love you with all I have but, I feel like I’m not getting the same love back from you.” He said slowly with a low voice.

“I’m breaking up with you.” Chanyeol said with his heavy heart.

You could feel your heart stopped for a brief seconds.

“I’m sorry, I love you, I do, but I can’t do this anymore. I love you so much to the point where it starting to hurts.” He said looking away from you as he started to tear up.

“So that’s it?” You asked him, but he didn’t budge to turn. “You’re just going to break up with me that easily?” You asked him.

He turned to you in shock and disbelieve.

“(Y/N), are you even listening to how selfish you might be?” He asked.

“You’re being selfish!” You suddenly yelled, Chanyeol was taken aback as well.

“You’re being selfish because you only care about your needs—have you ever thought about my needs?” You asked him, and he stayed silent.

“You know I don’t like public affections, you know that I can’t come over to your house—even if I wanted to—I have practice today! Would you skip your group studies if I was stick?” You asked him.

“Yes! Very much likely!” Chanyeol answered you without hesitant.

“(Y/N), I would very much likely stop whatever it is I’m doing, and cancel any plans I had for you. I would do anything for you, because to me you are my priority!” Chanyeol argued.

“And you think breaking up with you is easy for me? (Y/N), this is the hardest thing I ever had to do! I don’t want to end things with you because I love you, but you’re hurting me!” Chanyeol said frustrated, hitting the steering wheel before he could lean his forehead on it. You heard him sobbed before her could lean back onto his seat.

“I’m done… Just leave this car, because I don’t want you to see me like this.” Chanyeol said closing his eyes.

“Yeol—”

“(Y/N), please just leave, don’t make this harder than it already is.” He repeated.

You didn’t say anything more and just grabbed your bag and opened the passenger door. You turned to him one last time before leaving the car with teary eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, as you stepped out of the car.

“Yeah, well I’m sorry too.” Chanyeol said, shifting the gear on his car.

“I’m sorry that I can’t be the perfect guy you wanted and I’m sorry that I’m being selfish, and I’m sorry that I can’t seem to make you happy anymore. I failed to be your boyfriend.” Chanyeol said pulling the passenger door closed before he zoomed out from you house.

You watched his car disappear far before he could make the turn.

You walked into your house setting you bag on the floor before you could drop on the couch.

What Chanyeol said was true. You were selfish. You didn’t want to be the one in the wrong so you tried to blame it on him as well. You thought about how Chanyeol would always put your need above his own. He would do anything for you. You were just too selfish to see that. You suddenly felt guilt washed over you before you could burst out crying.

Chanyeol was the best you ever had. But you just took him for granted and now…

He’s gone.

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omyeol · 6 years ago

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ten seconds - iv

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genre: fluff, humor

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Park Chanyeol was nervous.

This was new because he didn’t get nervous a lot of times unless during important meetings.

Well, it wasn’t new, but he was exceptionally good at maintaining his expressions so he managed to look calm. Even though deep down inside he was freaking out.

So, you could say it was a bit new because the last time Chanyeol got nervous around a woman was when Junmyeon set up a blind date for him with a woman a couple of years older than him. He was sweating bullets when he waited at the restaurant and sweated, even more, when it ended. The blind date ended badly—the woman looked down on him and tried to baby him—and he wished he stayed home instead.

(He liked being babied sometimes, but only by his close friends or the people who had known him for a long time).

Ever since that blind date, he tried to lower his expectation every time Junmyeon set him up for a blind date and that was when he stopped being nervous around women.

Until you came.

As cliche as it might sound, Chanyeol never really took a good look at you until you started working in the same company as him. Yes, he might know of you since high school because Jongin had talked so highly of you and since college too because you were a member of the student union, but he never got the chance to work closely with you—or have the chance to actually interact with you.

Yes, Chanyeol had always thought that you were sweet—Jongin never stopped praising you every time he managed to bring you up in conversation—and smart too—because if you weren’t then Junmyeon wouldn’t scout you to work together with him during college and for him too in his company. Also yes, Chanyeol thought that you were beautiful—he remembered that one time when you wore a dress to work and he literally had to stop walking to admire you.

But that was all it was. He knew of you, but he didn’t know you.

The first time he caught a layer of you was when he saw you scolding Junmyeon on the very same day you were wearing the dress. Chanyeol had business to attend with Junmyeon but his steps halted in front of his office when he saw you standing in front of Junmyeon’s desk with your hands perched on your hips.

“I told you plenty of times before to not call me after work hours. We had a deal, remember? You can email or text me and you don’t call me unless it’s urgent or a life-or-death situation. You were the one who started the deal in the first place.” Hearing this, Chanyeol stayed rooted in front of the door and waited until you were done—that wasn’t until ten minutes later, though, when you spotted him hovering outside.

Chanyeol saw how the frustrated look across your face change into a friendlier look—there was even a smile—and that was the first time he felt something stir inside of him, but he let it side. He always pushed it aside even though it happened again a few times after that—even when he passed by your desk every time he was about to go into Junmyeon’s office or when he was in the same elevator as you in the morning.

He saw you smile a lot of times before, but until now, the sight still made him smile. Your smile—no matter if it was small or wide until it stretched to your ears—was always infectious to him.

That’s why when you were smiling at the sight of the ocean as both of you drove by, Chanyeol couldn’t help but smile to himself and feel a little proud of himself of making this decision. It was actually an impulse decision, though. There were only two places to check left and Jongdae had so kindly checked one place because it was on his way to his parents’ place. Chanyeol really didn’t make him check that place by himself and bribe him with a week’s worth of lunch at the sandwich shop near the office.

(Chanyeol totally did.)

“We haven’t arrived yet, but this place has already won me over.” Chanyeol glanced at you a few times and couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face. You were just too cute smiling while looking out at the ocean like that and if he wasn’t driving, he would have a pretty hard time holding himself back from pinching your cheeks. “The beautiful weather makes it better, too.”

The weather isn’t as beautiful as you are, though, he wanted to say, but instead, he said, “Yeah, it definitely does.”

“Gosh, when was the last time I went to a beach?” You mused out loud and missed the way Chanyeol took another glance at you.

“Should we stop by the beach later?” Chanyeol could feel your eyes on him once the question was out of his mouth. “It’d be fun. It’s been a while since I went to a beach too.” It was out of his mouth before he could properly think about it, but after hearing the ecstatic ‘yes’ from you, he didn’t regret it one bit.

It was not in the plan, actually. His plan was actually to get back to Seoul by dinner time so he could take you for a dinner at his favorite place—and probably a walk in the park around Han river, if you were willing. He had planned to buy some desserts too—ice cream or a bowl of bingsu with you, again if you were willing to do that—before he dropped you off by your door. But maybe, straying away from his actual plan and just riding the flow for once would be nice. Who knew maybe it could probably lead him somewhere he was planning to go.

Naksan beach was beautiful. That was the first thing that crossed your mind when you and Chanyeol got out of the car and finally walked to the beach.

Well, it’s already night and you couldn’t see anything besides the sand and hear the small waves crashing to the shores, but the sight of it was enough for you. There was something refreshing about the wind and the faint smell of the salty water. The wild, childish part of you wanted to take off your shoes and hike up your pants so you could feel the sand between your toes, but the much more mature and rational part of you, that told you to take a deep breath and enjoy it quietly, won.

Taking off your shoes, you felt the sand between your toes and smiled at the familiar feeling. With your shoes on one hand and your bag on another, you stood still and looked down at the sand, trying to capture the sight and memorize it.

“Oh, this is nice.” Turning to look over your shoulder, Chanyeol, too, had taken off his shoes and walked slowly on the sand. It was an interesting sight, watching him walk barefoot with his rather semi-formal attire, but the goofy smile on his face and a faint coo—your heart was about to burst when you heard it—that’s out of his mouth when he felt the sand in between his toes were even more interesting and amusing.

Once he was near, you realized that he had a towel on his hand. He laid the towel on the sand and gestured for you to sit on it. Without really thinking about it, you casually sat on the towel, but then, you felt like your heart about to leap out of your chest when Chanyeol sat next to you. The towel wasn’t really big, so he sat really close and even your thigh could almost touch his.

You didn’t expect this. Never in your life before. Your heart was racing, but you told yourself to calm down. There was no reason for you to act like a fool like this. Chanyeol was just your boss—and your friend too. Nothing to be nervous about.

“We should convince Jongdae and the entire team to pick this hotel. It’s definitely best out of the ones we’ve checked.” It was the only thing you could think of to say, to break the silence between the two of you. You pulled your legs back and rested your chin on your kneecaps, letting out a sigh.

“It’s actually a little bit over the budget we settled, but I think that can be handled. We could figure things out.” You nodded at his words, glad that he thought the same as you did.

The hotel you checked was really nice, though. The beach was only about 20 minutes from there, and there was also a hiking track that led to the mountain and the well-known temple in the area. The facilities they had were outstanding too, and you really thought it was the one. Both of you only needed to convince the rest of the team (and Junmyeon) to pick this one. It wouldn’t be too hard, you were sure. You knew the beach would be a total selling point.

“When was the last time you went to a beach?” You couldn’t help but ask, after thinking about the beach.

“Uh, it’s been so long...” He paused. You turned your head to watch him, watching how he tilted his head up to the sky and blinked his eyes slowly as if it would fasten the wheels turning in his brain. “I think… about two years ago? I guess it’s when I went to Jeju-do with Junmyeon-hyung and Jongdae.” You hummed, nodding softly.

“It must’ve been nice,” you breathed out and Chanyeol tilted his head back down, turning a little bit to see you. “The last time I went to Jeju-do was when I was a kid.”

“You’re kidding.” You shook your head and chuckled at his disbelief.

“There’s no point of going to Jeju-do for the beach when this one isn’t even an hour away from home.” You turned your head away from him and stared at the water crashing onto the shore calmly, letting out a sigh at the memories of you and Jongin visiting the beach at night. “I went here a lot with Jongin when we had tons of things to think about.”

Back in your college day, there was a time in your senior year where you would go to the beach with Jongin almost every month on weekend—if both of you weren’t swamped up with mounting homework and a strong desire to sleep in. Jongin, the one with a car was always up to come with you to visit your parents—who had just moved—and stop by the beach before going back to Seoul. The two of you would sit on the sand and talk about a lot of things. Jongin would talk about the expectations his parents had because he was the only son in the family and how afraid he was of letting them down. Meanwhile, you would talk about the insecurities you had on your studies and the endless what-ifs of how your life would be after college.

But the last time you went to the beach wasn’t with Jongin. Too impatient to call and wait for Jongin, you borrowed your parents’ car and drove here by yourself. It was clearly a different experience, but it was nice. Unlike before where you mused out loud your worries to your cousin, you still kept it to yourself, but the beach was quiet and serene enough that you could hear yourself think.

(You only stayed for about thirty minutes, though. The beach was just too quiet and you were getting scared of staying by yourself).

“The last time I went here was after Junmyeon offered me this job,” you continued, a light chuckle escaping your lips.

“It wasn’t in your plan, was it? To work with Junmyeon?” His voice was soft and low, almost like he was whispering.

“Well, I was aiming to work at a publishing company, you know. I applied to some companies but the results weren’t what I hoped so I took his offer in the end. Thought it’s better than being jobless for too long.” You shifted around and straightened your legs in front of you because it was starting to cramp. “What about you? Is it really what you wanted since the beginning?”

“I think so? I mean, I’ve never really thought about it because this is what we’ve been doing since the beginning, you know?” You didn’t quite get what he said, but you kept quiet and waited for him to finish your words. “But if there was another career path I’d like to pursue, it’s probably to become a photographer.”

Out of every the encounter you had with Chanyeol back in college, he had always had his camera with him. He didn’t use it every single time you saw him, though, but he always kept it by his side. There was also that one time where you met him when you were doing a freelance job and Chanyeol was there to help his cousin with his photoshoot too. When you saw him that day, you only passed him a smile and said hello briefly. You were way too timid to approach him and spend some time to talk to him back then.

That’s why, if you thought about it, you could’ve laughed at the situation you’re in at the moment. Never in a million years had you thought you’d be sitting on a beach with Chanyeol. This situation was weird but good weird.

Both of you stayed for a little while—Chanyeol asking about Jongin and if you noticed how he’d been too happy and energetic these days (you didn’t). Chanyeol told you about how Jongin had become even better at his job and how Chanyeol felt like telling Junmyeon to give your cousin a promotion. You were surprised at it—glad that Jongin was doing good—and supported Chanyeol of his decision.

“Should we go back now?” You asked once he was done telling you about Jongin. You realized that the night was getting deeper and if you didn’t leave any sooner, you’d reach Seoul at midnight.

“Yeah, I think so,” Chanyeol agreed and stood up from the blanket, dusting off the back of his pants to make sure that there weren’t sand stuck on it. You waited until he moved a little bit to the side so you could stand up without bumping into him, but he stuck his hand out to you instead.

Blinking your eyes at his hand, you stared at it with furrowed eyebrows and looked up to see Chanyeol smiling down at you softly. “C’mon. I’ll help you up.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the gesture, but you decided quickly to not think too much about it. Inhaling a sharp intake of breath, you put your hand on his and gripped it tightly. He pulled you up to your feet, taking your breath away as he did so. It felt like a rush, having your hand in his—even though it was only out of courtesy—and you hoped that your hand didn’t suddenly become sweaty because that would be embarrassing.

“Thank you.” Flashing him a small smile, you took a step back and let go of his hand so you could dust off the back of your pants.

Before joining him back in his car, you made your way to the convenience store and bought some drinks—a bottled coffee specially for Chanyeol because you figured out how much he liked coffee and a couple of bottles of water. It was, at least, the thing you could do since he paid for dinner and even took some of his time to sit with you on the beach.

The whole day you tried to push the nerves from showing through, but when you finally sat in the passenger seat with Chanyeol driving next to you and none of you saying anything, it all came back to you slowly—meeting your parents briefly and spending a bit of time at the beach. It hadn’t even been long since you started talking to Chanyeol (and meeting with him, too, sometimes) but it gave you a feeling like you had been friends with him for long. Even though, yes, you’d known him for long, but you never reached this level of being friends with him.

It felt nice if you were being honest with yourself. It was kind of nerve-wracking too because while you had told yourself to keep calm and be cool with the whole thing, it was hard. The underlying feelings for him from the early days sometimes liked to come up to the surface and mess with you. Especially when Chanyeol did things that seemed too friendly for you—like when he sat a little bit too close to you or when he suddenly grabbed your hand to help you stand.

You tried your best to not think too much of it, but you couldn’t help it. As the songs from whatever playlist Chanyeol put on filled the car on your way back to Seoul, those thoughts dominated your brain. Your head became quite a jumbled mess that you ended up tuning out everything and fell asleep.

You didn’t know how long you were asleep for, but when you woke up, the car was already parked in the apartment parking lot and there were feather-light touches on your cheek. Those touches were so light it almost lulled you deeper into the dreamland if there weren’t continuous calls of your name.

At the familiar voice, you let out a loud yawn and opened your eyes. Seeing Chanyeol’s face, the realization hit you late. Your eyes widened a bit as you sat straighter in your seat, hands busy tidying your hair.

“We’re here,” he spoke softly, a hint of amusement lacing in his tone.

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry I fell asleep.” You hated how panicky you sounded, but you calmed down a little bit when Chanyeol shook his head faintly, a little smile (and dimple) showing on his face.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You let out a sigh of relief and smiled sheepishly at him, thankful that he was kind enough to let you sleep—although you felt kind of sorry because you weren’t awake to accompany him and talk to him as he drove.

The walk to your apartment was spent in silence. Since you were still kind of sleepy, you couldn’t even find yourself to make a conversation with him. All you wanted was to lean on him and shut your eyes for a few seconds until the elevator reached your floor. Too bad you couldn’t, though. So, you just kind of stood there and fought the sleep coating your eyes.

“Are your parents staying over for the night?” Chanyeol asked when the elevator reached your floor. He let you walk out first and hovered his hand on your lower back—you could feel it.

“Yeah, they’re going home tomorrow by train,” you casually answered, each step took you closer to your apartment and left you little time to spend with him. When you finally reached your door, though, you just sighed and turned your back to the door so you could face Chanyeol.

The two of you just stood there. You had to look up a bit to get a good look of his face, which you did—and it was a good idea, to take one last good look of his face before you went to bed. There weren’t many chances where you could see how Chanyeol looked like when he was bone-tired and sleepy—the tiredness might have just caught up to him—and the soft, sleepy look across his face tugged at the strings of your heart. The urge to tuck him into bed was strong, but there was no way you could act on it, so you just did nothing.

Thankfully, Chanyeol broke the silence first. “I’ll see you at the office, then.” Even when he’s tired, he still managed to crack a thin smile for you. The urge to coo was, once again, strong. It didn’t help when he kind of looked like a tired grown-puppy—especially with his messy hair.

“Yeah, sure. Thank you for today, too, by the way. For, you know, picking me and my parents up at the mall and driving them home too.” You were genuinely thankful, even though your parents kind of embarrassed you a bit, but it was all fine because Chanyeol didn’t really think too much of it—bless his heart.

“It’s no problem.” You nodded. And then, Chanyeol did something unthinkable to you. He raised his hand to put it on your hand and ruffled your hair, messing it up a good measure and your heart might have just skipped a fucking beat. “Get some rest, okay?” His voice went a bit low and he trailed his hand lower until he could tuck a little bit of your hair to the back of your ear, before finally dropping his hand to the side. The only thing you could do—other than widening your eyes a tad bit—was just nod dumbly.

“You, too,” you croaked out and cleared your throat.

He nodded at you once, faintly, before turning and walking the short walk to the elevator. You still stayed there, in front of your door, and waited until he got into the elevator and flashed you one last smile for you to keep until Monday before the door closed between the two of you. When it was only just you, you noticed how odd you felt after spending a whole day with him. How the dynamic between the two of you had shifted a little bit into something so familiar but odd at the same time, but also the dynamic that you welcomed with open arms.

Your tired brain wasn’t thinking about the consequences just yet, though. Your brain was still happily indulging the fireworks in your heart. It was still too early to think about the consequences, your heart decided. Even though you were sure that once the morning came and you could think over the things happened today, your brain and heart would be on different sides and you would be left confused by everything.

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sehun-smut-blog · 6 years ago

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Deceitful - Chanyeol

some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best. Then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to get your fix

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This post contains intense and possibly triggering themes. Viewer discretion is advised. Rated [M] for mature.

Five

You and Chanyeol may have made amends, but that doesn’t mean you were going to go easy on him.

So maybe that justified why you were waiting patiently for him, in nothing but your black silk housecoat and matching black lace set, twiddling your thumbs until he would eventually walk through your door.

He was supposed to be giving you a briefing on some opportunity that had come up with Neoculture. Simple, really, should only take an hour or so. Just running over body language and discreet questions you could ask, maybe see if you could get into their headquarters. That’s the goal, anyway. Since the gala, it had been nothing but radio silence for a few days, making you nervous. The deadline was approaching, it was now becoming hard to ignore how in a few short weeks everything you had grown to love could come burning to a heap at your feet.

If you even survived the infiltration, that is.

But that didn’t make you nervous, somehow. What made you anxious was, impossibly, the six foot man that was scheduled to arrive any second.

And you didn’t know how to feel about that. Because you don’t get nervous! The sweaty hands, racing heartbeat was all new to you, not something you typically came by. It was stupid to be almost afraid of anything that came out of Chanyeol’s mouth these days, considering that after your whole spilling-of-the-heart he had seemed to ditch the asshole behaviour. There was no reason your chest should contract whenever he brushed too close, or how sometimes the teasing he would subject you to would make you blush.

So this? The silk robe and sexy set was to ensure he wouldn’t be able to resist. It was sexual frustration, certainly. You hadn’t gotten laid since that damn on-call room in the basement, and you were aching for something to fill the void - literally.

Which also explained why you almost leapt to your feet when you heard your door swing open.

Almost.

Chanyeol called your name through the small apartment, booming voice echoing through your place for just a moment before he turned the corner to your living room, the words immediately dying on his lips.

His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he drank you in, jaw slack. You noticed with a grin how his ears immediately grew red, from underneath his - now black - hair.

“You changed the hair?” You hummed with a smirk, nonchalantly picking at your nails as though this - you in lingerie, alone in your apartment - was completely normal.

“Y-You’re naked.” He huffed, stammering slightly as he flopped into the chair opposite you. You could tell he was trying to appear just as nonchalant as you were, but the fact that he couldn’t get his eyes off you was a dead giveaway.

“No, I’m not?” You hummed sweetly, cocking your head at him as though you were confused. “I’m wearing a robe.”

He scoffed, head lolling until he was staring at the ceiling. You watched him gulp, knowing by how his hands tightened on the armrests that he was fighting to not come tear it off you.

“A robe doesn’t count as clothing.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.” He growled, finally locking his gaze on you once again. You could tell he was fighting it, the opportunity to not hold you down and fuck you into submission, the urge to admire the way your breasts dipped into your bra. “We’re supposed to discuss work.”

You laughed, crossing your legs quickly and ignoring how his eyes traced the movement. “And I can’t do that in a bra and panties? I’m focused, come on Chanyeol, control yourself.” You teased, now fiddling with the belt that was the only thing keeping the robe from spilling open.

“Don’t undo that.” He warned, but it was too late, the silk already slipping from your torso to reveal the black, sparkly bra he had been so fond of only a week or so ago. “Oh, fuck sakes.”

“What? Come on, let’s talk about work then, you big pussy.” You said with a laugh, leaning back onto the couch with a sigh. “I’m fine.”

“Of course you are, but if I whipped out my cock would you feel the same?”

“Is that an offer, Chanyeol-ah?” You said with a wicked grin, making him scoff.

“Nope. You’re not winning this thing.” He huffed, leaning forward to rest his elbows his knees, giving you a slight grin with a shake of his head. You liked the dark hair - it suited him, made him look older than the fiery red had.

“What if I said you’re new hair looks good? Sexy, even. Would you let me win then?” You hummed, returning his grin slightly as you watched him lick his lips.

He groaned at that, blinking away the thought with a wave of his hand. “No, no, come on, we’ve got to discuss work.”

“No fun.” You pouted, but understood anyway. Hell, as great as it would be to wind up screaming Chanyeol’s name tonight, he was right. There was still plenty to be done in the meantime. “What did you guys find out?”

“Minseok managed to file into their email server, they have something booked for tomorrow night.” Chanyeol sighed, eyes still closely tracing your body as he spoke. It made you want to set on fire. “A club downtown, they’re going to make some deals while they’re there. It’ll be a good time for you to socialize again.”

“Sounds good. Do you know who’s all going to be there?” You hummed, but your mind was elsewhere as you admired the way his legs looked in those sinfully tight jeans.

“Stop undressing me with your eyes.” He huffed, snapping at you with his right hand slowly. “Eyes up here.”

You let out a huff of a laugh, rolling your eyes at him. “I was not!”

“It’s distracting.” He scoffed back, rolling his eyes. “Come on, I’m trying to be a good supervisor!”

You scoffed at that, hating how the one time he thought with his head was also the time you wanted the exact opposite. Even then, your promise to try listening to him held steady. “Fine, fine. Go ahead, I’m listening.” You relented with a sigh, giving him a nod.

He nodded back at that with a relieved smirk. “Thank you.” He huffed, leaning back in his chair slowly. “Now, where was I?”

“Before you caught me lusting after your thighs? I think you were going to tell me the guest list.”

“Ah, perfect.” He said with a smirk, giving your body one last drag with his gaze. “Not too sure on that one, but it’ll definitely be that cult circle they call their men. His men, Tayeong’s. They like to handle most things themselves.”

You nodded, shifting forward in your seat slightly. “That’s good, I know them from the gala.”

“Exactly. Have you touched base with the mo - Baekhyun?” He huffed, watching as you started to correct him. When he corrected himself though, you fought to grin. “He might have gotten notice, you should see if he knows any more.”

You hummed. “Nah, haven't heard anything but I’ll text him and see. I’ll probably need to go with him anyway, make it seem organic, right?”

He nodded in approval, his eyes glittering slightly. “Feel that? It’s called learning.” He grunted teasingly, watching you roll your eyes with a grumble.

“Whatever. We should still go over what information I should get.” You huffed, crossing your arms slightly.

“Right. Well, I don’t really know what to tell you.” He hummed, watching the way your breasts squeezed together with your motion. He couldn’t help himself! “It’s probably more important that you just keep making connections, get as close as you can.”

You nodded, chewing on your lips out of habit. It was something you developed after what seemed like never-ending glimpses of Chanyeol lusting after you. It was the only thing that made you not jump his bones like a maniac.

“Okay, how?” You hummed, giving him a timid grin. “You’ve been doing this job longer than me, any tricks of the trade?”

Chanyeol hummed slightly at that, his gaze narrowing in a devilish fashion. It made your lip chewing grow in intensity, blinking the thoughts out of your head quickly.

It wasn’t fair how quickly he could turn the tables on you. One second he was fighting to not touch you, and the next, his gaze had your palms sweaty. He could flick a switch in you with just a glance, make you want to subject your body to him in a flash. Anything he said, you would do tenfold, so long as it made him brush his hands over your skin.

“So you like learning now? Willing to actually listen to my ideas? Huh, who would have thought.” He gruffed with his signature smirk, now unabashedly watching the way your chest rose and fell with your breathing.

“Shut up and teach me, you asshole.” You sighed, heart thudding at the way his gaze was glued to you.

“Hey, I thought we were going to ditch the asshole thing.”

You rolled your eyes at him with a playful grumble. “I agreed to ditch the undermining-your-authority thing. It was you who was supposed to ditch the asshole thing.”

“Well this asshole is going to teach you a thing or two, so how about you keep your half of the promise and do what I say, hm?” He asked nonchalantly, but his gaze was poison as he made eye contact, flicking you a lazy grin. “Now stand up and approach me like you’re at a bar.”

You scoffed. “What?”

He grinned, gesturing for you to rise with a flick of his fingers, egging you closer. “You heard what I said. Come on, approach me. i’m sure you’ve done it before.”

You rolled your eyes at his insistence but stood anyway, trying to ignore how Chanyeol watched your legs rise and meet the black lace of your panties with a hungry gaze.

But you couldn’t ignore it, hard as you tried. So instead, you muttered, “How should I start?”

He cocked his head slightly, giving you a blatant look. “How about hey? That’s usually a great conversation starter.”

You rolled your eyes but somehow your feet still moved to approach him until you were just a foot away. His hands were drumming the armrest of the chair, his aura still dominating and cocky, making you want to hop onto his lap immediately.

Some may take it as daddy issues, but you liked to call it common sense.

So, you breathed. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He responded, eyes glittering with delight. “What now?”

“I-Um...” You faltered, breaking under his stare. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Chanyeol laughed at that, shaking his head slightly. With his new hair, it didn’t make it fall into a mop around his face, which made it even harder to ignore the straight slope of his nose, cut of his exceptional jaw. “Try to not be so foreword. You’ll want to play a little hard to get, at least.”

“Okay, so what?” You grunted, crossing your arms with a huff. He really didn’t like making these things easy.

“Wait for him to lead the conversation. Makes him feel in control, guys love that.” Chanyeol hummed, before cocking his head at you with a grin. His tongue poked from between his teeth slightly, endearing. “So, what are you doing here?”

You scoffed at his tone when he was in the role, how he tried to sound dignified and... Tayeong-ish. It made you squirm.

Chanyeol’s voice was so much nicer, but you’d never tell him that.

“Came with someone. Baekhyun.” You sighed, flicking your hair over your shoulder. “Thought it would be fun.”

“Well, I hope it will be.” Chanyeol acted, nonchalantly glancing around the room as though it was actually a pulsing club. “Don’t usually see women as hot as you around here.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Tayeong would never say that.”

Chanyeol shook his head with a laugh, mimicking your eye roll. “You’re right, he’d probably call you exquisite, or immaculate or something as stupid. But I’m not going to do that like I’m from the eighteen hundreds, so just go with it.”

You sighed, shaking your head and fighting a grin at his words. Hell, he wasn’t wrong. “Okay. Well, I would tell him I tend to follow wherever the excitement is.”

Chanyeol nodded at that, giving you a grin. “Well, could I buy you a drink?”

Even the words off his lips made your knees weak, gulping slightly. “Only if you ask nicely.”

“Good, don’t make it easy.” He breathed, hands now folding on his lap slightly. “So, may I please buy you a drink? It would be an honour.”

Scoffing out a laugh, you nodded, even going so far as to pretend to grab a drink from an imaginary bartender. “Thank you.”

“From this point on conversation would be harder, you’ll have to keep it light so he doesn’t suspect anything. It’ll be more important to use body language.” Chanyeol hummed with a grin, watching you swirl imaginary ice in your imaginary glass. “Which is a lot more fun to teach.”

You fought the urge to swat him, shaking your head with a laugh. “Stop, you’re the one insisting on work. You’re distracting me.”

He laughed quickly, running a hand through his hair. “This is work, shouldn’t you be distracting me? Come on, body language.”

You scoffed but used a hand to brush your hair off your chest slowly, pulse tingling at the way he watched your motion. “So, how has the company been?” You hummed nonchalantly, cocking your head at him with a smirk.

He smirked right back. Cocky bastard. “Great! Love it, being an unfair murderer and thief and all. Favourite thing in the world.” He huffed quickly, as though the world tasted sour in his tongue.

“That’s good.” You hummed, now stepping even closer to brush your fingers across his shoulder quickly. Tayeong did this to you at the gala, it would only make sense to do it back to him. It made sense for you to mimic his own motion - plus, you loved how he stiffened under your touch, the way his pupils slowly dilated as you brush some imaginary lint off his shoulder with a sultry grin. “Mind if I take a seat?”

He hummed, eyes flicking to the couch behind you where you had once sat. It would be easy for you to sit back down, continue practicing, but his devilish grin made it clear that he wasn’t wanting easy. “This club is so busy, there’s no other unattended chairs. Now how are you going to simulate that?”

Heart drumming, you rolled your eyes with a scoff. “Oh, Yeol, I’m sure I can figure something out. In fact, here looks great.” You breathed, shuffling forward until your knees were brushing his.

You expected him to say no at your intentions, but instead his head lolled to the side, eyes flooding with darkness as he pondered it. His lips were twisting into a smirk, his knuckles white in the fists on his lap. He wanted you to crawl onto his thighs, you could see it in the way his eyes traced yours. Still, you were surprised when he spoke.

Finally, he growled. “Well, I’m nothing if not a realist.”

You laughed at that, placing your knees on either side of his thighs until you were balanced in his lap. He was warm underneath you, a feeling you hadn’t felt in what seemed like years making your head spin.

“Well I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” You hummed sweetly, hands softly draped onto his shoulders for balance. “Now tell me, any big plans for the company?”

The feeling of his body under you was making your heart rattle like a bird in a cage, your palms sweaty. He was dizzyingly warm, his hands slowly coming to rest on your legs outside his own, deathly still.

“Nothing too huge. Attacking a far superior gang, probably going to die. You know,” He shot your a grin, his face so close to yours you could see each of his individual eyelashes. “The usual.” His eyes were dark brown but still, somehow, impossibly warm. You weren’t sure how you had missed if before becoming... friends, or whatever the hell this was. Now, the warmth in his gaze was drowning you.

You it down the need to gulp for air, hyper focused on the feeling of his hands on you. “The usual.” You hummed instead slightly, feeling his chest rising and falling as your hands travelled to his front. It was so intense you thought you were going to pass out, this feeling that had you weak in the knees.

He nodded slowly, the grin slipping off his face as suddenly, he seemed to become enraptured in watching you as well. His eyes flickered over your features, breathing falling slow, until suddenly, he slowly began to lean forward.

You had kissed boys. Plenty, in fact. They had started it, you had started it, they had been mutual or forced, but you had plenty of experience in the kissing department. That still didn’t explain why you felt your lungs were going to give out when his eyes drifted shut, how the tilting of his head gave made your hands tremble like you were about to faint.

The new feeling quickly claimed your previous nerved of steel, corroding them until you spoke, just a second before his lips would have brushed yours. “Who wins?”

Slowly, his eyes flickered open again, focusing on your lips before they flickered up to your own. “What?”

“Who wins? If we kiss right now, who seduced who?” You breathed, fingers tightening on his shirt slowly. Because God did you want to kiss him, kiss him until you passed out, but it made you impossibly terrified at the idea.

He shook his head slowly, hands slowly beginning to trail to your hips. The path left your skin erupting in goosebumps, made you chew your lips slowly to fight the urge to immediately kiss the living daylights out of him. “Does it matter?”

Those three words were all it took. Because Hell no, it didn’t fucking matter. All that mattered was having his lips on yours.

You barely had time to mutter “no,” before he did just that, his mouth immediately meeting yours in the start of a slow, careful kiss. It was new, to have him carefully slot his lips onto yours like you were glass, his hands loosely draped on your hips. It made you grin, smiling profusely as you pressed back, eyes fluttering shut. Chanyeol’s scent was heavy in your nostrils, spiced and warm, your head spinning with it.

Chanyeol felt you smile, his own slowly growing to reflect it as he began moving, the kiss growing deeper with his every move. Soon enough you opened your jaw, allowing him to deepen the kiss impossibly further. It was heady and thick, the air surrounding your bodies as his hands tightened their grip, rocking you back and forth slowly on his lap with a growl.

“Chanyeol.” You groaned at the feeling, arms going limp and allowing the sleeves of the robe to slip off your shoulder.

“Since when do you call me that?” He grumbled, biting your lip slightly and making you squirm with a grin.

“Yeol.” You hummed, enjoying the vibration of his chest when he growled at the name. With the word, his hands tightened their grip on your ass, making you shriek playfully.

“I thought you hated that nickname.” You laughed against his lips, hands threding themselves into his hair. It was shorter than last time, allowing you to tug at the new short locks with pleasure.

“I do.” He scoffed, hands returning to your hips and giving you a squeeze. “Unless you’re the one calling me it.”

You leaned back with a satisfied grin, eyes igniting as you relished in his admittance of the affection towards the name. “Oh, I so told you so.”

“Shut it.” He laughed, shaking his head at you with an embarrassed grin. “If you tell anyone, I’m going to kill you.”

“I don’t doubt that.” You grinned, leaning back down to press a quick kiss against his jaw. It was fucking impeccable, it would be a crime not to, especially when he let out a grumble at the feeling. “Now,” You hummed, leaning back slowly and giving him a sultry grin. “To the bedroom?”

Chanyeol grinned back up at you at that, but to your surprise, he shook his head slowly. You tried to ignore how your chest deflated, smile dampened at the rejection from him, especially when he had seemed so... desperate for you as well.

“No, no. I would, trust me, but I don’t have time, I’ve got to get back to headquarters.” He sighed, cocking his head at you with a half-apologetic grin. “But trust me, I’m definitely considering that invitation a point in the desperation games.”

“Oh, so that’s what we’re calling that now? The desperation games?” You scoffed half-heartedly, rolling your eyes at him. You hated how when he smirked, the flushed redness of his lips made ache to cover them again with your own.

“Yeah, I came up with it. All on my own. Pretty good, eh?” He grinned, but you just rolled your eyes, shifting until you could clamber off his lap, cheeks burning. Suddenly, you felt impossibly exposed in your ridiculous ensemble, struggling to tie it with your shaky hands.

“Yeah, fantastic.” You huffed, tying the belt into a rough bow with a slight sigh. You tugged your hair out of your face quickly, your gaze suddenly unable to look at him.

The feeling was back, but this time it was worse. Had you gone too far? Maybe he didn’t like it. It was stupid that you felt like throwing a fit, gnawing on your lip harshly to forget the feeling of his on your own.

“Hey, what’s wrong now?” He asked lowly, and you could see out of your peripheral vision that his head was cocked at you slightly. It made you want to squirm.

“Nothing’s wrong Chanyeol.” You hummed nonchalantly, eyes meeting his warm ones with a half-grin. “You should get back to headquarters, you could defiantly use some target practice.”

He scoffed at that as he rose to his feet, shaking his head slightly. “I could kick your ass at target practice and you know it.” He said back, shooting you a slight smirk with the motion. He had dropped the matter relatively easily - the fact that you were still being strange, fidgety. You were grateful for it.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you could.” You said back, forcing out a laugh that sounded just as empty as your chest felt.

He scoffed at that, giving you a playful shove when he brushed past. It just made your skin ignite to a scalding temperature though, knocking your breath away.

Jesus, you had to get laid.

“I would bet on it, but we have enough competition already, so I won’t.” Chanyeol hummed as he nosed on his sneakers, turning to give you a wink over his shoulder as he said it. It just made you grumble, rolling your eyes slightly as you leaned on the wall facing the door with a slight scowl.

“Or you could give up on the competition all together and admit you’re attracted to me.” You said with a grumble, rolling your eyes when he barked out a laugh.

“I never said I wasn’t attracted to you.” He laughed, ears flushing a bright red when he spared you a glance.

The words made you smile slightly to yourself, even though just a moment ago his actions had wiped it off your face. “So you are?”

Chanyeol grumbled under his breath at the confrontation, ears growing a brighter scarlet by the second. “Don’t push it.” He hummed, shrugging on his black bomber jacket slowly.

But you had to, your heart screamed. Just this once, you had to make sure he wasn’t three steps ahead of you like he usually was, wasn’t feigning attraction for the sake of the desperation games. He wouldn’t lie to you, that you knew for a fact. He never had so far.

“You are? I’m pushing it.” You urged, hand coming to rest on your hip as an excited smile drifted past your face, which you were hoping came across as cocky.

He glanced back over at you, and for a second, you could have sworn your heart stopped.

Finally, against the blush on his cheeks, he nodded quickly. “You’re the most attractive girl I've seen in a long time.” He hummed quickly. The words made your skin crawl in pleasure, already wanting to drink them up like a fine wine. You allowed yourself, just this once, to relish in his admittance.

But the moment was gone far too soon.

“But just because you’re hot doesn't mean I’m going to sacrifice my manhood in this competition.” He said with a devilish grin, and suddenly, you were back to square one.

“Ugh, whatever. Go back to Exodus, tell me if you find out anything else about tomorrow.” You grumbled with a wave of your hand, only appreciating his laugh for a second before he shut the door softly behind himself.

You slammed the door to the cab before quickly darting inside, the chill in the air making your freshly-shaved legs already erupt in tiny, prickly goosebumps. God, that was the worst! It had taken you far too long to get them as smooth as they were, and already the feeling of their sandpaper texture brushing against each other made you grit your teeth.

It was far too cold for you to be out in this weather dressed like this anyway, but the club you were attending made it obvious that there was certainly a dress code. Even though the code didn’t call for much clothing at all, you were already longing for a jacket to brace against the wind.

Finally, you stepped inside with a grumble, hands already coming to rub at your arms and make the frigid chill disappear. It was everywhere, all the way up your legs to just where the skintight dress covered the curve of your ass, down to your cleavage that was dripping in chains of silver jewelry. It would look extra nice under the flashing lights of the club, which you were going to head to, right after you met Baekhyun at headquarters.

Speaking of, the man was nowhere to be seen in the empty foyer, so you sat on one of the couches to your right quickly. You felt damn near naked in the little black number, which was accentuating your body so tightly you could barely breathe.

It’ll be worth it, you reminded yourself, brushing off your lap with a slight scowl. Even if tonight just resulted in making more damn connections, this dress was memorable.

“Nice outfit.” You heard a hum from behind you, somewhere in the hallway. Your head spun, toking eyes with Kyungsoo, from where he must have seen you waiting.

“Ah, Kyungsoo. Thank you.” You said with a slight, embarrassed laugh. It was barely there, slinky and almost embarrassing under his stoic gaze. “I’ve got to get their attention somehow.”

“Of course, that’s your job.” Kyungsoo said with a nod, walking in front of you. He was strictly professional, his gaze never wandering past your own, until his lips quirked into a slight smile.

“Do you like it so far?” He asked, adjusting his stance slightly. “The job, I mean.”

You nodded, smiling back slightly with a huff. ‘Yeah, it’s... it’s great so far.”

“Good, I’m happy to hear it.” Kyungsoo said with a nod, cocking his head at you slightly. “Not many women would be up for a job like this, we’ve had a lot leave before.”

You laughed slightly at that with a shake of your head. “I guess I’m not most girls, then.”

“You can say that again.” Another grunt interrupted you, the voice returning a flush to your cheeks more quickly than you could bite it back.

Chanyeol paced in front of you slowly, smirk dripping off his lips as his gaze drank you in. Again, your heart was thudding, but you hid it with a scoff.

“Ready? You brought the earpiece?” He hummed, even though his eyes were unable to focus on your face. You could feel him, his desperation to reach out and brush against your leg, and you would have let him too, until Kyungsoo’s voice cut your thoughts short.

“Chanyeol.” He hummed lowly, shooting him a look from the corner of his eye.

“What? I’m just asking!”

“Well you can ask without eyeing her up. She’s going to work, treat her like a colleague.” Kyungsoo snapped lowly, his voice laced with a growl.

Chanyeol shot him a low gaze, leaking with slight disdain for Kyungsoo’s words. He was fond of him, you knew that, but right now, an unspoken tension was clouding the air. It made you squirm, desperate for something to shatter it like glass. You had no idea what the hell their problem was, but you wanted it to be resolved - and quickly.

“Yeah, I have the earpiece in and connected, I’ll call you once I get into the car.” You nodded quickly, offering him an awkward half smile when his eyes finally tore off Soo.

“Okay.” He said with an affirmative nod, biting his lip slightly when he refused to speak further. He could be a good actor when he wanted, but right now that skill seemed to fail him as his gaze flickered between you and his superior.

Kyungsoo let out a sigh, pushing his black-rimmed glasses off the bridge of his nose. “You should focus on setting up another meeting with Tayeong after tonight. Time is ticking, we have to get as close as possible.” He hummed lowly, his voice returning to it’s usual serious business tone.

You nodded. “Of course, I’ve been thinking about what to say so I can do just that.”

“Oh, you’ve been... practicing?” Chanyeol said with a cocky smirk, crossing his arms slowly. His face was dripping in a knowing look, his mind certainly thinking back to the practicing he had tried to help you with.

Gulping slightly, you nodded. “Yep. Practicing hard, in fact.” You said with a slight smirk of your own, watching his oversized, calloused hands as they tightened on his biceps slowly.

“Hard?” Chanyeol grinned, his tongue poking out from between his teeth with the motion.

“What the hell are you guys talking about that I don’t understand?” Kyungsoo growled, snapping your gaze back to him.

“Nothing.” The two of you said in unison, which didn’t seem to help your case. Kyungsoo’s gaze narrowed as it flickered between your two forms, gears grinding in his mind. He was thinking hard, you could tell from the furrowing of his gaze, but thankfully you didn’t need to hear his thoughts before you were interrupted.

“Sorry, sorry!” Baekhyun muttered, loping from the elevator quickly. He ran a hand through his mussed hair, white dress shirt perfectly casually unbuttoned, shoes polished to a shine. “I was at the range, lost track of time.”

He stopped in front of you, till breathing heavily but offering you a grin and hand nonetheless. “Well you look fucking amazing, not that I should be surprised.”

You shook your head with a grin, but took his hand anyway and stood. Hell, the towering heels on your feet made it hard enough to stand on your own, his help was basically necessary.

“Oh, this old thing? Just found it in the back of my closet.” You laughed, releasing your grip on him to brush your lap one last time. You were lucky he wore dark black skinny jeans, torn at the knees. It almost looked like you matched, both of you dressed perfectly unkempt and sexy for the club.

“You should look in the back of your closet more often.” He scoffed, glancing over your form slowly.

“She’s going for information on Tayeong, not to impress you.” Chanyeol sneered slightly at him, making you shoot him a look.

“Chanyeol.” You cut at the same time as Kyungsoo did. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice you had said anything at all.

“It’s his job to bring her along, don’t berate him because of it.” He growled, locking his jaw defiantly against Chanyeol’s poisonous glare. It was low and set staunchly on Baekhyun, his arms locked in their folded manner, but you could see his fists forming against his chest.

“I’m not berating, I’m reminding.” Chanyeol huffed, locking his jaw slightly.

“Well, stop it.” Kyungsoo said harshly, before looking at you and Baekhyun. He rolled his eyes slightly, but gave you a nod anyway. “Go on, you’re late enough as is.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later Chanyeol.” You hummed, offering the pair of them a slight wave as Baekhyun’s hand on your back ushered you out the door.

You pretended not to notice their eyes on your retreating frame every step of the way.

It was only a short walk to Baekhyun’s parked car, only slightly up the street from the parked door. Unlocking it, he made sure to swing the door open for you with a grin. “After you.” He hummed, eyes twinkling.

You just rolled your eyes with a scoff, clambering into his front seat quickly. He got onto the drivers side quickly, immediately letting the engine roar to life under his hands.

“Excited?” He hummed, turning to give you a smile when you pulled away from the curb.

You grinned right back. “Yeah, hopefully I can get a good connection formed.” You said, turning to flick on your cell phone quickly. Now that you were en route, you knew Chanyeol wouldn’t be nice if you took too long to call him.

Unfortunately for you, though, your phone began buzzing before you could even attempt.

You slid to accept the call before even glancing at the contact, figuring that Chanyeol would have already gotten impatient with you. Hell, you were half expecting him to growl at you, but you were surprised when smooth velvet whispered through the earpiece instead.

“Hey, I’m going to be listening in for tonight. Chanyeol’s been too highly involved with your placements as is, so I told him I’d take over.” Kyungsoo hummed, his voice slow like molasses in your ear.

Your brow furrowed slightly with the information. What the hell? Chanyeol was your supervisor, it was his job to watch over you the way he had been. Every step of the way, he was beside you, coaching you like a mentor. How come tonight was the night he was suddenly pulled off duty?

“Are you not going to say anything?” Kyungsoo questioned, his voice biting in a way that made your stomach twist with anxiety. His authoritative aura was still heavy over the call, somehow hinting that you should be saying something to indicate that no, you weren’t wanting Kyungsoo on the other end of the line. It was stupid, but that was exactly what was tying your innards into knots. Now, you began to get nervous.

But moreover than that, you weren’t speaking because Chanyeol had told you not to let Baekhyun know last time.

“I-Isn’t this secret?” You hummed quietly, but watched as Baekhyun shot you a glance from the corner of his eye as you pulled up to a red light.

“What did you say?” He hummed, giving you a teasing smirk. He thought you were being crazy, surely.

“Secret? From Neotech, sure, but you can talk now. You and Baekhyun are on the same team, aren't you?”

“Um, sorry,” You hummed to Baekhyun, pointing at your ear quickly. “It’s Kyungsoo, I’m on the phone.”

If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. Instead, he nodded quickly, giving you a slight grin. “Oh, I thought you were talking to yourself! Sorry, keep talking. You can be louder, I don’t care.”

You nodded back with a half smile, fingers fiddling slightly on your lap. Now, you let your words grow in volume. “Sorry Kyungsoo, I didn’t think...”

“Didn’t think Baekhyun could know? I figured Chanyeol would be weird like that, he’s always overly engaged. He was probably watching Baekhyun closer than he was watching you.”

You nibbled your lip slightly. “Why would he care about what Baekhyun does?”

The car slowly pulled to a stop outside a large, concrete building. Neon lights illuminated the name of the club; Moscato, in garish blue. You had arrived, further proven by Baekhyun throwing the car into park.

You opened the door and clambered out just as Kyungsoo’s response came. His answer, however, just made more questions flood your mind.

“Don’t you know?”

“Well, you’re back already.” A voice said as you closed the car door, making you turn quickly and face the speaker. As soon as you did, a fake, sweet smile slipped onto your cheeks out of habit.

“Jaehyun.” You hummed, walking to give him a hug in greeting. It was fleeting, but his hands rested on your hips even after you pulled away. The feeling made you want to hiss, but instead you covered it with a smile at him.

“You look as stunning as ever.” He hummed, eyes tracing down your neck and along the jewelry adorning it. It was hungry and intense, as he licked his lips at the sight of you, a piece of meat for a starving man.

“Thank you.” You laughed, hands clapping together in your front. Otherwise, you would have no choice but to rest them on Jaehyun’s chest, which was essentially exposed in his attire. His burgundy shirt was buttoned lowly, leaving his collarbones exposed to the chill. All he had to brace against the wind was a black suit jacket, dressed with a sparkling, shiny cufflink. “It’s cold out, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be inside?”

“I could ask you the same, for the first question at least.” He hummed, his hands still refusing to leave your waist.

“I brought her along, she wanted to see everything again.” Baekhyun said, tucking his keys into his pocket and giving Jaehyun a lopsided grin. “You’re on watch?”

Jaehyun nodded, finally releasing your left hip to brush aside his jacket. The thick black handle of his strap was tucked into the waistband of his jeans, dark distressed denim a stark contrast to the seriousness of the weapon. “Nothing’s going to happen but Tayeong didn’t want to risk anything, especially so close to... well, you know.” He grinned, showing his array of pearly white teeth confidently.

Little did he know, you knew too. Tayeong didn’t want to screw anything up before the ambush.

“Yeah, I know.” Baekhyun laughed, giving Jaehyun a clap on the shoulder quickly, a signal for him to drop his remaining hand off your hip. For someone who had been told that Baekhyun was pining after you, he didn’t seem to care much that the man himself was watching.

“We’re going in, text if anything happens.” Baekhyun finished with a firm nod, tugging his arm around your waist and leading you away from the man outside. As you turned though to give him a little wave, you cut short at the image of him, carelessly staring at your ass with each step you took. His gaze was dark, lip tugged between his teeth, and suddenly you wanted to throw up.

Because that look made you realize just what you were to these men. At home, in Exodus territory, the guys watched you with respect. They seemed to genuinely like you, took your presence right from the beginning as a new member of their team. You didn’t have a family anymore, but Exodus had done everything for you so far that let yourself change your mind. Now, like Chanyeol, you felt like they were your family, in a way. Here, you were nothing but a piece of ass, a pretty accessory to adorn someone’s arm.

The warmth of hundreds of pulsing, sweaty bodies engulfed you as soon as you stepped inside. Shrouded in darkness, the only sources of light were large chandeliers along the walls, illuminating large booths that were separated by walls of hanging crystals. The floor was thundering with feet, making the building seem to sway alongside the thudding music. Even through the aura of extravagant sinnery, the stench of sweat made you scrunch your nose.

“There aren't security cameras there so you’re going to be on your own. If anything goes badly I’ll be able to hear it, but not see, got it?”

And even though Kyungsoo couldn’t see you, you gulped with a nod.

“Come on, let’s get started with a drink.” Baekhyun hummed into your ear, his arms leading you towards the booths. They were mostly occupied, making you relax slightly once you realized that the bar, tucked into the corner of the doom was your final destination.

“Rye and coke.” Baekhyun told the bartender. She was young, your age or even younger, so when the attractive Baekhyun slipped her a smirk you could see her ears flush bright red.

“Of course, sir!” She chirped, her smile deflating when she noticed Baekhuun’s arm was still wound around your waist. “A-anything for you, miss?”

You shot her a smile, laughing slightly as you leaned onto the bar. “Vodka soda, please. And don’t call me miss, I’m not much older than you.”

Even though your words were meant to make her more at ease, she blinked profusely with a nod. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’ll get those drinks for you guys.” She stammered slightly, before scampering away to the wide bottles on the wall.

“Jesus, did I skin her cat or something?” You huffed at her jumpy demeanour, the smile drifting off your face.

Baekhyun scoffed, removing his arm from your hips and instead settling into an empty barstool to his left. “You just scared her, who cares.”

“Why would I scare her?” You said with an eye roll, turning to give him a look.

Baekhyun smirked. “You’re intimidating, you know.”

“What? No, I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are.” He hummed, eyes flickering over you slowly. Still, it wasn’t like you were a commodity - instead, he seemed to be measuring your scare factor in his head. “Pretty face, great body. Dripping in diamonds. Confident, sexy. You’d scare anyone in their right mind.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to turn red under his words. They were compliments, not things that should make anyone scared of your presence. You had a resting bitch face, you knew that - the way people spoke of you confirmed it more than enough. Still, you didn’t want to be feared for your appearance. You wanted to be respected for your skills.

Something that most guys seemed to get without batting an eye.

So, you scoffed. “If she’s scared of me now, she should see me with a rifle in my hands.”

“You’re not intimidating to me, if that helps.” Kyungsoo hummed in your ear, making your lips twist into a slight smile.

But that’s because Kyungsoo was intimidating to everyone. That doesn’t count.

That made Baekhyun laugh, even when the girl brought back your drinks. You pretended not to notice that she didn’t make eye contact with you, instead rolling your eyes as you took a sip.

The drink was fizzy and tart against our tongue, the bite of lime a refreshing break from the scent that was still plaguing your nostrils. Neotech was good at pretending, getting only the best venues for their events. This club was screaming wealth, with everyone you saw wearing satin dress shirts and barely-there dresses, every limb coated in jewelry. The crystals separating each booth were swaying softly, scattering broken rainbows onto the walls like art. Even then, they always had their telltale stench of deceit oozing out - in this case, literally.

“Where is everyone? Mark, Yuta, the other guys?” You hummed, taking another slow sip as you surveyed the area.

“Probably on watch too, or with Tayeong. He’s getting a shipment tonight and doesn’t want them to pull a fast one on him. This club is always a good distraction to have plenty of cars coming and going - and he’ll need plenty to move the goods.” Baekhyun said lowly, making his voice nearly masked by the pulsing music.

“The goods?” You responded, turning to shoot him a look. What goods, exactly?

Baekhyun seemed to catch your unspoken question, giving you a low gaze. Even then, the words seemed too weighty for the setting, as he instead rose to his feet. “Dance with me.”

It was more of a statement than a question, prompting you to nod and follow him onto the dance floor. It was packed and humid, every person having a drink in their hands if they weren’t on another person. It was sleazy, the way people grappled at limbs like they were worth millions, the couples making out almost everywhere you turned. Thankfully, your free hand was holding to the back of Baekhyun’s white dress shirt, other one still occupied with he heavy glass of your drink. It seemed to be the only thing preventing hands and hungry eyes from latching onto you.

Finally, Baekhyun slowed to a stop, in a dark corner near a set of speakers. It was thuddingly loud, making you wince that poor Kyungsoo would have to endure the sound as well.

Nevertheless, when Baekhyun turned to shoot you a playful grin, you returned it. These clubs were like a second home during your adolescence, although never this high-class. Even though, the atmosphere was the same, sparking your muscle memory to switch into gear.

Eyes fluttering shut, your hips began to trace lazy circles, fingers dancing imaginary patterns into the air to the beat of the music. When you opened your eyes again, Baekhyun was watching with a playful smirk, hands grabbing at yours to tug you into a playful spin.

Your hair swung with the motion until you spun against his back, laughing the entire way. Your hips swayed in unison, his body never pushing it to become anything more than a playful dance. You liked that about him, how he knew there was a line. He would tease and poke and prod, but never took it too far. So while the two of you were happily dancing together, it was just fun. Not expecting anything more, not wanting anything more, he kept it purely amusing as his hands wrapped around your wrists, making the two of you do stupid, silly moves. If he had tried to take it too far, you probably would have snapped off one of his limbs, but he never did. He never would.

Plus, you only really let one guy consistently take it too far.

At the realization, your eyes snapped back open, skin growing sweaty under Baekhyun’s grasp. Because Baekhyun was your friend, and you were imagining someone else in his place. Someone who was entirely too tall, with an endearing smirk and warm eyes.

This sucked. The fact that he was always there, and you couldn’t place why. He wasn't even breathing down your ear, had been considerably more bearable lately, but still the gnawing, heart thudding feeling followed you. It was everywhere, the idea of him all-consuming. You were surprised it hadn’t burned you to ash yet.

“Okay?” Baekhyun hummed into your ear, thankfully the opposite one of where Kyungsoo was listening.

You took another quick sip with a nod. Because yes, you were okay, just... delirious, or something. Horny, probably. At least, that’s what you’d been telling yourself. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay then.” Baekhyun said with a smile, before sending you into another quick spin that made all those weird thoughts slip from your head.

It could have been minutes or hours, the time you spent with Baekhyun on the dance floor. Spinning and swaying, bouncing on your feet to the beat of the songs as they rolled through. Uninterrupted and amusing, you had all but forgotten you were actively on the job.

Until with another spin, you watched as Baekhyun’s eyes, previously glowing with a grin, flickered to someone behind you and immediately lost all life.

You felt cool hands tighten on your hip when you brushed into someone, their body immediately stepping all too close to yours. They towered over you, your heart racing, until you glanced to look at who’s arms you had stumbled into.

The sight made your heart thunder to a halt. “Tayeong.” You hummed under your breath, immediately moving to shuffle out of his grasp.

At your motion, however, his grip just tightened, to an almost painful point. You could feel each of the thick, dark silver rings digging into your hipbone, but you had already tried to move once. You would be stupid to try again.

“Hello, darling.” He grinned, showing off his teeth from behind his thin lips. Up close, with you pressed up against his body, you could really see every flaw - or lack, thereof - on his pale, porcelain skin. He looked even more sharp since the last time you had met, all high cheekbones and burning, deep black gaze. The notch above his brow was still carved sharply, his copper-red hair slicked off his forehead. He even had a faux silver lip ring, curled around his bottom lip like a snake. “You look just as ravishing as I remember.”

Against the thudding of your pulse, you smiled up at him quickly. The music was so loud, it justified you leaning closer to him, mouth nearly brushing his ear as you spoke. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Lee.” You smiled sweetly.

The name made him tug you closer, the curve of your ass now staunchly pressed against his groin. You could feel the brush of denim against your spandex, making you want to tremble slightly. “I told you, anyone as beautiful as you gets to call me Tayeong.”

You faked a fluttering giggle at that, free hand coming rest atop his on your hip. Against the blazing heat of the dance floor, he was ice cold under your warmth. “Thank you, Tayeong.” You hummed, even going to far as to give him another smirk before your eyes fell back on Baekhyun.

“Good, you’ve got him. Keep close, make conversation.” Kyungsoo whispered in your ear, your eyes blinking quickly at Baekhyun even though you made no attempt to move.

Before you could even decide what to speak, Tayeong seemed to sense your action about to move away, tensing up behind you like an attack dog. “Byun, you should be on watch. I’ll take care of this pet, go watch the left flank with Lucas.”

Baekhyun set his jaw but nodded nonetheless, giving you a slight smile before he slipped into the crowd.

Leaving you with the wolf himself.

“You’re a good dancer.” Tayeong hummed lowly, his head ducking to growl it into your ear. “Absolutely exquisite.”

He’d probably call you exquisite, or immaculate or something as stupid. But I’m not going to do that like I’m from the eighteen hundreds.

Chanyeol’s voice echoed in your head, making you want to physically eject ourself from Tayeong’s arms. It wasn’t an option though, no matter how much you hated being in his grasp. Instead, you grinned, taking another slow sip from your glass. You didn’t want to say anything further - in fact, if it were up to you, you would have torn his hands off you the minute you recognized him. But it wasn’t your choice to make. This was your job now, not your crazy teenage years.

So instead, you shot him a dangerous smirk. “Want to see more?” You asked innocently, watching his eyes flood with desire at the idea.

“Of course.” He hummed, finally loosening his hold on your waist and letting you step away from his frigid body. You turned to face him slightly, taking in the torn up Aint It Black tee and equally as torn black jeans, silver watch matching the silver rings. Before, he had seemed regal and cunning, a stone-cold businessman. Now, he looked downright dangerous, especially when he quirked his notched brow at you quickly.

He was waiting. So, you didn’t disappoint.

Any rhythmic, smooth bone you had in your body was activated under his eye, making your hips snap to the beat of the music. Your arms were raised above your head, brushing your hair over our shoulder as you turned, griding your body with every motion you made. It was hot, and downright dirty as you watched his eyes flash from your breasts to your ass, taking in your lean torso and long legs like he was deciding which would feel better under his tongue.

Finally, with another spin you felt him, his hand wrapping around your middle to rest on your stomach. He gave you a quick shove until you were firmly pressed against him with a gasp, his other hand quickly falling aim on your throat.

His grip tightened slightly, making your heart thunder in your chest. Immediately, your hands snatched to his, tightening around his digits as you choked out a gasp. His fingers were digging into your windpipe, making you gasp for air. Every maneuver, kick or punch that Chanyeol had taught you was racing through your mind, but you knew better than to use them this early. His grip was certainly going to leave bruises, but wasn’t enough to kill you. If he wanted to, you would have been dead by now.

“So pretty when you’re gasping for me. Come along, I’m going to buy you a drink, pretty girl.” He growled into your ear, and you could feel the cool silver of his lip ring brushing against you.

You squeaked slightly with a nod, making him chuckle lowly when he finally released your throat. Your hand cupped the aching flesh tenderly as you gulped down breath, eyes already feeling glassy from the intense moment.

Tayeong’s hand slipped from your stomach to your ass as he turned, dragging you along to a secluded booth in the corner. This one was different - the crystals strung from the ceiling circled it completely, only offering small glimpses behind the shield until Tayeong spread them apart with a sweep of his arm.

The crystals crackled as they knocked against each other, with Tayeong pushing you through them with his opposite arm. You stepped in quickly, heels clinking against the faux hardwood with each pace. You sat on the velvet seat, your dress slipping easily over the material as Tayeong matched your motion on the opposite side.

His gaze was hungry on you as he settled into the plush booth, hands immediately folding on the tabletop as he shot you a subtle smirk. “What would you like, I’ll have someone fetch it for you.”

You smiled slightly, ignoring the thudding of your heart or the ghost of his hands on your neck. “Um, vodka soda please.” You hummed, your own hand coming up to trace where his had previously been pressing.

He grinned as he watched your motion, biting at his lip ring slightly. “Sorry about that, your throat just looked so stunning, I couldn’t resist.” He laughed, slipping his arms across the table until he could grasp your free one from where it was resting.

His grip was still cool but firm in yours, making you want to tug it away quickly. It felt foreign in your grasp, only increasing the jump when he barked.

“Yuta!” He snapped his head twisting to the sheath of crystals suspended from the ceiling. His voice was laced with a snarl, a stark contrast to the faux sweetness he always used with you.

Almost immediately, the crystals were swept aside, revealing a scowling Yuta. Almost immediately, his gaze snapped to you, full of seething. “She’s back already?” He growled at Tayeong, making him tighten his grasp.

“Yes, and you are going to fetch this beautiful woman a drink. And lose the attitude, understood?” Tayeong said to him lowly, giving him a low glare with the words.

Yuta seemed less than pleased, but he seemed to understand that Tayeong’s tone was not to be messed with. You didn’t like Yuta, not in the slightest, which made you send him a slight smirk when he spun of his heel with a growl, the crystal curtain swaying back not place.

“As I was saying,” Tayeong turned to look back at you, the sweetness leeching back into his voice and making you want to gag. “You look stunning with those diamonds around your neck.”

You squeezed his hand slightly with a twinkling laugh, crossing your legs under the table. “Thank you, they’re not much but I wanted to look nice.” You hummed, flicking your hair over our shoulder with a grin.

Tayeong laughed slightly at that, his hand as cool as ice in yours. “Well, you may be right, but on you they look fantastic. I hope you don’t mind my ask, but I’d certainly love to add to your jewelry collection, if you’d let me.”

“Don’t accept right away. Make him want it.”

“Oh God, Tayeong, you don’t have to do that.” You said with a slight laugh, finally succumbing to the urge to release his hand from yours and instead trace the chains softly. “That’s far too much.”

“No, I insist.” Tayeong said, a slight growl lacing his tone. Now that his hand was free, it curled into a soft fist, dragging across the table until he could entwine his own fingers together. “It would be an honour to have a gift from me adorned on your body.”

You smiled softly, finally dropping your hand from the necklaces and instead resting them on your lap. “Well, I’d love to accept but it’s too much to accept.”

“Accept it.” He finally broke slightly, his voice growing slightly more gravelly, with his narrowed gaze. It made you jump, the action causing him to let out a large, fake smile. You could see through him like glass. “You wouldn’t want to make me upset, would you doll?”

His voice was sharpened like a knife, making your gut twist. “N-No, I wouldn’t.”

He smirked. “I love how you take orders.” He said, finally leaning back into his seat slightly. Almost as though summoned, and thank God for it, Yuta returned.

“Your drink.” He scowled, setting it in front of you with a slight, mocking grin.It made you want to kick in his knees and stomp on his fingers one by one, the way his faux grin gave way to him blatantly glancing at our cleavage. He was angled in just a way that Tayeong couldn’t see, something that he was definitely certain of.

Before you gave in to the urge to beat him into next week, he stepped back, turning on his heel to gave Tayeong a glance. “The last of the shipment has been loaded, should I take it over?”

Tayeong shook his head, instead gesturing for you to take a drink. “No, I’ll take it myself. We were just getting ready to finish up, weren’t we, beautiful?”

Even though your conversation had been nowhere near done, you nodded, not wanting to hear his voice raise at you yet again. “Yes.” You hummed, taking a large sip from the glass quickly.

Tayeong laughed slightly at your action, moving to stand and offering you a hand. “Don’t worry about that, you can just take it in the car. Come on, I want to show you something before we depart each other again.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at his distinguished, flowery language. If Chanyeol was here, maybe you would have. Instead, you just furrowed your row. “I’s a glass, won’t the bar want it back?”

Tayeong scoffed harder than your words seemed justified for. “God, they won’t have the nerve to even question me on a few missing glasses. Come on, don’t dawdle.”

You pursed your lips but nodded, taking his exposed hand and shuffling to stand alongside him. As soon as you had, he yanked you tightly to his side, giving you a coy smirk.

“Don’t need to be so far away, I want everyone to see you on my arm.” He hummed, stepping out of the secluded booth and dragging you along every step of the way.

While your pace was behind him and Yuta, you finally let yourself scowl. He treated you like another watch or ring, a fancy addition to his arsenal of pretty little objects. It was as disgusting as it was irritating.

But you replaced it with an excited grin when he stopped, giving you a quick glance. At your reaction, he smirked slightly, having no idea that beneath your curled lips you were holding back a scream.

“Yuta,” He hummed, giving the tall man a glance. “You and Jaehyun are to watch over thing here. If anything happens, and I mean anything,” He narrowed his gaze, making you squirm. “Call me. If something goes wrong on your watch, you know the consequences.”

If Yuta was phased by his thinly-veiled threat, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just gave a curt nod. “Of course, boss.” He hummed, before giving you one final, twisted smile. “And have fun, miss. I’m sure Tayeong won’t disappoint.” He snarled, before twisting on his heel and dispersing into the crowd.

Tayeong didn’t react to his last comment. If anything, his chest slightly puffed in pride, making your skin flash cold. He was disgustingly confident in his charms, barely sparing you a second look before he was pulling you through a back door, labelled Emergency Exit.

You half expected the alarm to sound, but weren’t surprised when it didn’t. If anything, it just made you want to roll your eyes, how the man pulling you into the crisp night air seemed to have little regard for anything apart from dragging out outside.

The back alley was dark and seedy, trash littering the pavement as you clambered down the steel stairs to meet it. In front of you, a car was parked, the engine idling. It was nice, sure, but not nearly as extravagant as you were expecting from Tayeong. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if the guy had a helicopter on the roof, just in case anyone wanted to doubt his wealth.

Suddenly, a head popped from behind the rear of the car, slamming the trunk shut with a heavy bang. “It’s all loaded up for you.” Mark hummed, giving the steel a few slight thumps with his fist. “Biggest run of tonight.”

Tayeong smirked at him, teeth glinting under the lights lining the building. “Perfect, I’ll take it from here. Watch the flank and make sure nobody follows.” He hummed, before releasing your hand and gesturing for you to climb into the passenger side with a wave. “Go in, I’ll be following.”

You nodded with a slight smile, turning and heading around the front of the car. You had barely taken a few steps before Kyungsoo was back, whispering in your ear.

“License plate.”

You glanced down at your feet, taking in the worn numbers quickly. K1S 5B7. You repeated them in your head, a mantra as you tugged open the door, slipping onto the leather seat and shutting it softly behind you.

You tried to remain inconspicuous as you watched, Tayeong’s form crossing his arms as he likely discussed more business with Mark. In the silence and solidarity of the enclosed space, you allowed yourself to reply.

“K1S 5B7.” You huffed quickly, disguising your motion with a quick adjustment of your hair.

“Got it, I’ll see if it’s registered.”

You just nodded at that, taking a quick sip of your drink to cool your nerves. Hell, you were about to be in a car with one of the most dangerous men in the city, you would need some liquid courage to keep you from wanting to choke him out as soon as he stepped into the vehicle. It didn’t help that the car was fully loaded, you thought, turning slightly to glance into the backseat.

Almost immediately, your throat wanted to close up.

There were vacuum sealed blocks of bags - had to be hundreds, you thought. The trunk was filled to the ceiling, blocking any view from the back window, and the seats were also packed full. bags on bags as far as your eyes could see, and the floor was littered with dozens of guns.

The door opening made you snap your eyes back, watching Tayeong slip into the drivers seat alongside you.

His eyes immediately found yours, the way your body was twisted, giving away that you had been looking around. “Ah, curious girl.” He laughed, twisting the car into drive. “Ever heard the saying curiosity killed the cat, my dear?”

You twisted our lips together at that, eyes immediately becoming downcast. You couldn’t tell if he was threatening you, or just being his usual, cocky self. “Yes.”

“Well you’re lucky I like you, or that would be all too real right now. Go ahead, look around. You better understand what you could be getting into with me.” He said with an evil grin. He knew, he damn knew that at this point, there was no turning back. In his eyes, you were his now, or you were dead. Simple as that.

Luckily, in your eyes, the world wasn’t black and white.

You allowed yourself another glance as he pulled out and onto the roadway, the car immediately wefting through traffic without a care for other driver’s safety, or your own. He was a maniac, thinking he was above it all. Even death.

“What is it?’ You hummed, turning back to watch him slowly.

He scoffed. “Oh, you sheltered little thing. Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, you name it and it’s probably packed up somewhere. This cargo is worth a pretty penny.” He hummed, turning to meet your glance. With a smirk, he cocked his head teasingly at you. “But don’t worry. You’re the most precious cargo of all.”

You scoffed slightly at that, giving him a slight smile to cover the fact you felt like you were about to pass out. This was crazy, how he was fucking flaunting his dangerous arsenal without a care in the world. They weren’t smart with their business, you knew that, but the fact that those weapons seemed to make the ones Exodus had look like dust still made you want to scream. Maybe you were in over your head. Maybe this could really, like seriously be the end of it all.

But you didn’t allow yourself to stew on it too much before Tayeong interrupted your thoughts.

“So what brought you to Neoculture? I know it’s an esteemed company, but a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be involved in such dangerous activities.” He hummed, cranking the wheel to take over the carpool lane and slamming onto the gas. It made you lurch slightly in your seat, not that he noticed, or seemed to care.

“Um, I’d heard about you whenever I’d be, you know, out on the street. Stumbled into Baekhyun one day, seemed as good an opportunity as ever. I’ve always liked danger.” You replied with a faux smile, even going to far as to brush your hand against his on the gearshift. How was he always so damn cold?

He grinned at that, a cheshire one that seemed all too twisted for his steely appearance. “Well you’re a smart girl.” He hummed, switching back into the left lane with a loud honk form the car behind him. Ignoring it, he claimed the pavement with ease, the motion so slick and self-assured you would almost believe he thought he was invincible.

The car was leading to a part of the city you were unfamiliar with, all dark buildings and faded yellow streetlights. It was damp, you could see water spraying form either side of the racing tires. Dark and grungy, it made you twist slightly in your eat.

It was nothing like the glimmering glass skyscrapers in Exodus territory.

Eventually Tayeong pulled to a harsh stop, the seatbelt digging into your waist with the motion. He flicked the car off, motioning you to climb out with a flick of his wrist. “Out.”

You nodded, popping open the car door into the damp air and stepping out onto the sidewalk. It must have been raining here, the moon not even visible from behind the thick smog of clouds, and the air was thick with the stench of garbage and soot that was coating the street. It was putrid, making you wrinkle your nose.

“What’s that look for?” Tayeong muttered as he walked around the car, eyes set on your face lowly. He moved like a tiger, a jungle cat stalking its prey as he watch your expression morph slightly, letting out an embarrassed grin.

“Sorry, it’s just... the smell.” You hummed, kicking a spare granola bar wrapper from under your foot slightly.

Tayeong scoffed as he tugged his phone from his pocket, unlocking it swiftly. Within a moment, he held it to his ear, waiting for someone on the other side to pick up.

In the meantime, Kyungsoo was back, mumbling in your ear. You had all but forgotten he was even there, he was so much quieter than Chanyeol had been. Now, his words claimed you, filling your veins with ice.

“I’m going to hang up, stash the earpiece in the tip of your shoe or something. He’s going to get... close, so don’t risk him seeing it at all.”

It was making you dizzy, the stanch and the soot and the sound of Kyungsoo giving you the okay to operate solo. Your heart was alight, almost drowning out Tayeong’s words beside you.

“Sicheng, last round it waiting out front. Keys are in the ignition, pull it out back before unloading.” He ordered, his voice empty of any emotion. You could hear someone on the other end mulling, but Tayeong didn’t even toss a goodbye before he hung up on him, mid-sentence.

“Come on, smells better inside.” Tayeong hummed, tossing you a glance before walking ahead, towards dark glass double doors on a dark brick building. He didn’t wait for you to catch up, didn’t hold open the door while you walked inside. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you weren’t sure why it surprised you.

If you were expecting to be warmed, you were sorely mistaken. Instead it was all cool granite, the floors nothing dark slate stone and walls exposed cement poorly attempted to be decorated with an assortment of canvas’. There were potted plants at the reception desk, which was vacant, before the ceiling suddenly disappeared, revealing it’s almost entirely hollow centre.

Your footsteps echoed as you glanced up at the various floors stretching above your head. Hallways and balconies lined the empty centre, glass banisters overlooking it. There was nothing but a few couches and coffee tables in the space - attempting to make it feel more full, certainly, but the effect was lost in the gaping abyss of the building. It was insanely large and domineering, rendering your words useless as you instead took it in.

There was nothing, nothing but cool stone and exposed steel. Here, there was nowhere to hide, every angle of the floor visible from the floors above. Even the elevator had glass walls, interior visible to anyone that dared to glance. There would be no sneaking around this place - even if you wanted to, you would certainly be gunned down.

“I know what you’re thinking, and yes, it’s very big.” Tayeong said, giving you a cocky smirk as he headed to the elevator. With the press of a button, you watched as it slid through the elevator shaft before finally coming to a rest on the first floor with a squeal.

You shook the shock from your being, instead giving him a lopsided smile. Somehow you prayed it would cover how your hands shook with eery breath, the distant humming in your head and the paleness in your cheeks.

“This is huge!” You hummed in false shock, keeping your eyes wide as you continues looking around. Thankfully, the elevator didn’t stop your wandering eyes, letting Tayeong press a button for the fifth floor while you leaned onto the railing to eep looking.

Your eyes hopefully looked wide in amazement, but in reality your training was keeping you grounded. Tracing the balconies hopefully looked like you were filled with wonder, but you knew better than let the shock consume you. Your gaze was instead scouting out every nick, every flaw in their design. The doorways were narrow, but there were spaces between them to shift to if someone were to fire through it. The large plant pots gave spaces for you to duck, if necessary. Still, it was empty - too empty. It was radically unsafe for you here. If you were discovered, there was barely a place to hide.

You were a lamb in a lion’s den here.

The elevator slid to a stop on the fifth floor with a bing, the doors squeaking open loudly. It was a recurring pattern with Neoculture, you realized - all slick on the outside, but behind the scenes they were running on dust. It was all for show, all of it - they didn’t care if they struggled, so long as others thought they were succeeding.

You followed Tayeong down the hall, heels clicking harshly on the cement the entire way. He belonged here, you realized - his stone cold demeanour matched the cool, untouchable nature of these very walls. It was frightening, knowing that he was just as empty as this building was, no emotions or remorse. Even then, he was clearly relaxed. In his element. This was where he lived, truly came into his serpent skin. Part of you thought he may very well be cold blooded.

Finally, he came to a door, fishing a ring of keys from his pocket. There was only a few - thirteen, if you counted correctly. You watched them clinking together until he finally pulled one, using it to unlock the door swiftly. Around the same time, your brow furrowed. There were about thirteen floors in the building. Thirteen floors, thirteen keys.

Now, your twisted smile was genuine. They kept the locks on each floor the same.

Suddenly, however, your smile drifted away as you stepped into the room.

There were no windows. Only one door. A worn desk sat on one wall, on a patchy rug, and it smelled like must. Musty, and dusty, and disgusting.

“This is my office, where I run everything. It’s also where I conduct job interviews.” He said, turning to give you a small, gut wrenching grin. Slowly, he cocked his head, notched brow arching harshly. “Care to take a seat?”

You covered your tremoring with a soft laugh, nodding as you settled into a worn cloth chair across from his desk. It was nowhere near as plush or luxurious in the ones with Junmeyon’s office.

Tayeong took his place in the chair behind the desk, his eyes never leaving yours - or more so your chest - the entire way. His gaze was sickening, making your gut twist and skin begin to sweat. Your hands trembled, so you folded them on your lap slightly, arching a perfectly manicured brow. “What would you like to ask?”

Tayeong scoffed at that, his eyes never stopping their tracing over the dips and valleys of your chest and hips. You felt it again, that disgusting, sick-inducing feeling. You were nothing, another pretty decoration in his decrepit office, something he wanted to have constantly under his hands, and tongue.

And he only confirmed it, when he scoffed. His eyes narrowed, hands turning white as he gripped onto the scripted wood of his desk. “No, I don’t want to know anything. Get over here and get on my desk.”

You wanted to scoff. Flip him off, scream. Kick his face in until that stupid, disgusting, sleazy smirk slipped off his face, make his heart race the way yours was. You felt like you were having a heart attack.

But instead, you knew better. You knew this was your job, that you had no fucking choice in the matter. Your every fibre ached to snap, but you couldn’t no matter how badly you wanted it.

So instead, you bit down the voice in your head that told you to run, and shot him a slight smile. “On your desk, sir?” You hummed meekly, cocking your head at him as though you were confused.

Tayeong growled, giving his desk a firm tap with his fingers. “Yes. Now.”

His voice was authoritative, firm in his demand, making you rise to your feet. Your knees wobbled slightly, matching the trembling in your skin. But you continued, slowly crossing in front of his desk, settling yourself down on the wood slowly. Your hands gripped tightly onto the wood, your breathing growing shallow as you watched his hands come up to cup your knees quickly.

“What a magnificent thing you are. I’m sure I’ve told you enough, hm?” Tayeong growled, his teeth showing from behind his thin lips. It was like a wolf, snarling at you, ready to eat.

You laughed lightly, head spinning diss circles. You were on the brink of vomiting, black specks darting through your vision. His hands were cold and thin, too cold. You wanted large, dwarfing, warm hands to engulf you. Not this. Never this.

“Yes, you’ve mentioned it.” You hummed, leaning backwards onto your hands slightly. Wether it was for balance, or to prevent you from collapsing to get your head to fucking stop ringing, you weren’t sure.

He growled slightly, his hands shifting upwards quickly and roughly, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. God, this felt weird as hell, pretending to be so willing to open yourself to him, when really you wanted anything but.

When he shifted upwards onto his feet, his mouth catching purchase on your neckline, you let out a whine. To him, it certainly came across as sexy, wanting. Really, it was the opposite - uncomfortable, aching to pry away.

Because it didn’t feel good. He was all harsh lines and cool skin, his teeth already gnashing against your flesh. It took you back, to drunken teenage hookups, experimenting and trying to be a damn porn star. You would have liked it - when you were sixteen. Now, you wanted an experienced guy, broad chest and tender licks across your skin, biting down only after you had been worked to the brink.

You wanted the kind of sex Chanyeol gave you, laboured breathing and firm grasps of your shoulders. You wanted breathless teasing and unencumbered touches, feeling his grin pressing into your neck when he would push you just a little too far. You didn’t want some stranger with dark eyes. You wanted him.

Now your eyes flashed open, looking up at the ceiling as your breathing deepened. It wasn’t the good deep, the kind of excited, intoxicating deep that made you feel like it was the only way you would stay alive. It was a bad, gut wrenching tug of air, making you want to scream into a void and snap out of the current predicament you were stuck in.

You wanted to scream because you loved your job, yes. But you hated this.

Suddenly Tayeong brushed aside your hair, his hand clamping slightly onto your neck. He gave you a cocky smirk, his free hand brushing over the hemline of your panties beneath your dress. “Say my name.” He said, a guttural grumble that made your insides melt to acid.

Gritting your teeth, you hummed. “T-Tayeong.”

“Good.” He gritted, his hand now tightening onto the marks he had already forced into your throat earlier. The pain returned with a dull ache, flooding your veins slowly and with enough force to make your heart thud.

Suddenly, however, his hand moved to flick the hair behind your back, his lips quickly biting harshly into your jaw. It caused pain to flare across your skin, but that wasn’t making your breathing stop cold.

‘The earpiece.’ You thought, your eyes fluttering back shut. Immediately, you wanted to fucking kick yourself. God, the earpiece was still in, and if his eyes were to open you would be outed. Shot, tortured, killed. You would die, and this would all be for waste. Fuck, you even had the option to stash it in the tip of your heel, never had even a second without him to consider how the hell you would make it work.

Now, your hands came up to Tayeong’s chest, pushing him slightly. “”God, I -” You huffed, your mind racing a million miles a minute, because he was right there and you were going to die.

So, you did the only thing you thought of.

You tilted your head to him, forcing his teeth to release their hold on your skin before he could even flinch and, you kissed him. Fully, so you could feel the metal lip ring under your lips, smell his sharp, metallic scent. He smelled too close to blood for your liking.

But you ignored it, slipping your tongue into his mouth (to his surprised grunt). He didn’t mind, judging my how his hands immediately slipped from the skirt of your dress to grab your jaw, angling you under his hold so he could control your motions. His teeth bit down on your lower lip, tugging it harshly and making you whimper.

“You even sound delicate.” He growled, his fingers digging into your skull harshly. At that, you let out another light grunt, light and airy, disguising your disgust with the situation at whole.

Ever wanted the world to stop? Just fucking pause, for one second, so you could catch your breath and think, consider all possible outcomes before your next move? Because you wanted that now, anted it so badly you could kill, your gaze becoming hazy and head murky in the thought of please, God, stop this.

And for the first time in your life, God was watching you tonight.

The old landline on his desk let out a shrill ring, cutting through the sounds of your shallow breathing like a hot knife. Tayeong growled, hand immediately flying to bring the phone to his ear. “What?”

You took the opportunity to catch your breath, immediately slipping the sleeve of your dress that had fallen off at some point during the ordeal. You were freezing, fucking cold as ice. It felt like the room had dropped twenty degrees.

“Is it one from Exodus?” Tayong grunted, making your ears twitch slightly. What the hell? Someone had come, someone else had taken the bait to go to the club? This was your job, your mission, even if so far you were catastrophically failing.

You could hear someone, an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line. “He’s not talking, we’ve tried everything.”

Tayeong’s next sentence made your blood rush cold.

“Tell me it’s that redhead.”

His words made your breathing stop. They made the urge to vomit a thousand times worse, made your heart palpitate, and made you want to collapse. You had been aching for the world to stop, for one moment, but now that it had, you were worse off then before.

There were no fucking redheads in Exodus, except for the one you couldn’t get off your mind. The one with warm eyes and newly dyed black hair.

They wanted Chanyeol.

“Well bring him into the foyer, it’s easy to clean.” Tayeong scoffed, slamming the phone back onto the receiver with a growl. He spun to face you, running a hand through his hair with a rough sigh.

“Something came up, let’s go.” He grunted, only taking a second to straighten his mussed shirt before he turned towards the door.

He was gone in a flash, leaving you scrambling after him, yet again. Your mind was moving a mile a minute, head heavy and eyes burning.

What if it was him? What if you went and watched him put a bullet through Chanyeol’s skull, had to listen to the sound of his breathing stop short and watch the life spill from his veins.

You couldn’t do it, you knew that. You’d never be able to watch idly while they killed him. You’d have to fight, as terrifying as that seemed.

But in order to fight, you had to be there to see it.

So you clambered off the desk and spun through the doorway, running down the hallway on your toweringly high heels. Following Tayeong’s form as he pressed the call button for the elevator, your racing pulse refused to slow. Your breathing was heavy now, but you still remained straight upright, not showing any form of weakness or unease.

You couldn’t dwell on this, the fact Chanyeol could very well be about to die. If you did, you might die too. Instead, your head was racing with every stitch of training you had endured the last month. The kicks, the punches, the aiming and gunshot recoiling in your hands replaying vividly you could almost feel it.

The elevator creaked open, but not before you heard it. This building was like a fucking echo machine, and you could hear the scuffling across the main floor, the grunts and low, guttural moans. Moans of pain.

Stepping inside, you gulped while the elevator slowly sent the two of you downwards. You could see the floors flashing by, but couldn’t look out the glass windows. You weren’t sure how you would react if you did.

“Remember when you said you always liked danger?” Tayeong hummed, giving you a dangerous grin. If you thought his eyes were hungry when he looked at you, but this was nothing like that. He looked like a starving man, especially when he tugged a previously unseen gun from the hem of his jeans, underneath where his shirt concealed it.

You forced out a weak, nauseous smile. “Yeah, I do.”

He nodded. “Well, you’re about to see what we do here. I hope you’re excited.”

The doors slid open with a shrill beep, which Tayeong immediately took as a sign to get out. He never waited, which you were growing used to, but now you were thankful for. It hid your pale, sweaty skin from his gaze.

You followed him, heels clicking, and eyes immediately falling onto a mess of a scene before you. Four men were dragging someone before they dropped him with a painful thud, leaving him crumpled on the floor in a heap. Baekhyun was one of them - he was quick to find your eyes, giving you a sorrowful look, with the slight shake of his head.

Your brow furrowed. His face was twisted in disgust, sorrow, a thousand emotions you couldn’t place. What the fuck? His teeth were gritted, jaw locked, and you could see his knuckles were fiercely scathed. His face however, remained trained on yours, watching your emotions carefully. No, it couldn’t be.

Seeing your reaction, he immediately flicked his head towards the door, sending you a silent command.

Get out of here.

But you couldn’t, now when one of the men shifted, giving you a glimpse at the guy on the ground. Dark jeans, gangly limbs were all you could see while the men watched him like vultures.

You were going to pass out.

“Who do you work for?” Tayeong grunted. At his words, the men parted, letting both him and you take a better look.

“N-No one! Please, I-I swear!” The man spat blood onto the ground, making you wince. He was battered and bruised, his lip cut and bleeding, eye already swollen shut. He looked like hell, and a lot like you, pale and sweaty. You were shot back to the interrogation room when his eye met yours, pleading, desperate. He was scared.

You didn’t recognize him. He wasn't Exodus blood. It wasn’t Chanyeol, no, but it was still a person. You were scared too. For him, the stranger on the ground. You were so scared your throat was closing off, so scared you could barely see a foot in front of you, your mind clouding like a murky fog was washing over your eyes.

“Then why the hell were you looting around the back of that club tonight?” Tayeong growled, free hand coming to cock his handgun. The sharp sound ricocheted throughout the building, making you jump, as well as the guy on the ground.

“P-Please don't! I- I... I’m a drug dealer, I got kicked out of my house, please.” The man pleaded, wincing at the image of steely Tayeong slowly pointing the gun in his face.

You were frozen. You wanted to move, to snap the gun out of Tayeong’s hands, to trail it on his forehead instead. The guy was honest, you could feel in in your bones, in your heart. He was a poor kid, homeless and struggling and probably just wanting someone to hold him, but you still couldn’t move. You could do something, anything, but your limbs were limp. It was like you were watching from an outsider’s perspective. Depersonalized. Derealized.

“Hm.” Tayeong hummed, twisting his arm slightly as he extended it even more. Now, the barrel was just a foot from his face, unwavering and deadly. “Ever heard the saying curiosity killed the cat?”

The man spluttered, more blood dripping down his chin with the motion. His hands were raised, pleading. “I-I’ll leave, I’ll forget this ever happened, I swear! Please, just -”

But that’s all the man got before Tayeong fired.

You couldn't help but let a shrill scream fall from your lips, head snapping away from the scene before you could see anything. But you could hear everything, the bang, the resounding echo assaulting your ears even though your eyes were squeezed shut. You could hear the splatter, feel it spraying across your front, the remainder of what was left of his head spreading across the cement floor. Glancing down at the flecks of metallic red liquid scattering your chest, sobs immediately shuddered throughout your body.

The smell was next, putrid metallic blood that seemed to suit this building all too well. It was heady and thick, fueling the shaking of your hands, sobs racketeering your shoulders. The smell was hell. But the silence after, that was what made tears slip down your cheeks.

You couldn’t turn, couldn’t look at what was left of him, even when Tayeong muttered. “Good riddance. Sicheng, clean this up, we have work to do.”

You wanted to scream again, at the cold, calculated drag of his body you heard across the floor. It was quiet now, too quiet, the only sound the sniffled and sobs that were wreaking havoc on your body because that man, that boy, you could have saved.

You bit down another scream when you felt his hands brushing across your shoulder softly, his lips lean in to trace your ear, laced with a bitter smile.

“Don’t worry. First time is the worst.” He hummed with a slight laugh, before suddenly, Tayeong was gone.

“Baekhyun, get her out of here. I’ll expect her at our next event.”

You were numb now, numbed by his words to even Baekhyuns warm touch on your lower back, slowly guiding you out the door. He had blood on his shirt. The man’s blood. It was on your front, too.

You could barely hear his whispers, about how it was fine and you’d be okay, but what the hell did that matter anyway? Because he, that guy, was not okay. That guy was dead. Tayeong killed him, and for what? He was nothing in his eyes, no threat to the company, anyone or anything. He was young, and stupid.

And now, he was dead.

You barely noticed when you collapsed into the car, only the slam of a door alerting you to the fact. Only then did you let yourself really scream - a guttural, resounding yell that echoed throughout head and tainted the image of that man. You could still see him, smell his blood, hear the gunshot that ceased his breathing.

Baekhyun climbed in, hand immediately coming to rest on your thigh. “Hey, hey! It’s okay, you’re okay jagi.” He hummed, attempting to comfort you.

You smacked his hand away, eyes only able to see the blood on his knuckles and splatter on his shirtsleeves. “Get the fuck off of me! Don’t fucking touch me!” You cried, hands cupping your face to cushion your sobs.

Your breathing was rapid, even as Baekhyun pulled away from the curb, now silent. He never spoke, letting your cries fill the void, the shaking of your hands on your face the only company you had. He was everywhere - his swollen eye, bloody lip, spitting acid into your eyes. The world was still spinning, tugging you further away from reality, because holy fuck, a guy had just been killed, and you were what? Going home, going to go to sleep? Did you even have that right when he would never experience it again?

“Pull over.” You managed to stammer, hand fumbling with the clasp of the door handle roughly. It was a one lane road, he had to stop the damn car!

“What?!” Baekhyun asked, quickly yanking the car to the side of the road, even with his confusion. Swiftly, he unlocked it, allowing you to tumble outside.

You fell to your hands and knees on the rough cement, scathing your knees, but you didn’t care. All you could see was the splatter of blood on your dress, a deep rusty red.

So on your hands and knees, in the misty air, you finally threw up.

You slammed your front door with a jarring, empty huff, hands immediately tugging the bluetooth from your ear and throwing it against the floor harshly. The tears had stopped, the tremoring of your hands had weakened, but now, you were just... empty.

Heaving in breath, your hands pulled the hair from your face roughly, kicking off your stupid heels and casting them aside as you instead ran to your bathroom. The blood was on your chest, your neck, your dress. You wanted to scrub yourself out of this entire damn situation.

The water splurged from your tap, letting you immediately cast your hands under its scalding spray. It was numbingly hot, but you didn’t care. You were numb anyway.

“Hey!”

A deep, booming voice made you jump, throat catching onto any air in your windpipe and claiming it as it’s own. You spun, shoulders immediately lurching into another fit of tremors. Every scenario, the image of him died once you recognized the man standing in your bathroom doorway.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” Chanyeol growled, fishing his way itno the small space and immediately going to inspect your hands. His were warm and dwarfing your own, reminding you of how Tayeong’s had been the exact opposite. The memory made you lurch your hands away harshly, stammering for breath.

“Are you hurt?” Chanyeol pressed, making eye contact in the mirror. You knew you should be embarrassed - your mascara running harsh black lines down your face, eyes red and raw, nose sniffling. You still couldn’t bring yourself to care, instead scoffing out an empty laugh.

“I’m fine.” You lied, gritting your teeth against the husky gravel of your voice.

“No, you’re not fine, what the hell happened?” Chanyeol urged, brushing your hair as he inspected your back for any sign of injury.

You spun, pressing his hands away quickly. He could see right through you, although it wasn’t hard. It was easy as hell for him to tell that no, you weren’t fine, how could you be?! With every blink, you only saw that guy, his body being dragged across the floor, his blood splattering everyone surrounding him.

“They killed him!” You shrieked, slapping away his touched harshly. You couldn’t have him touch you when you still felt so disgusting. “They killed him, and I watched, and I could have stopped - !”

“Shh, they killed who?” Chanyeol hummed, his voice trying to soothe your sobs.

You pushed your hair out of your face, wiping at your stupid, teary eyes with the motion. “I-I don’t know, some guy, but he was nothing! He wouldn’t have done anything to them and they still fucking killed him for it!” You hiccuped, cursing the tremoring of your hands.

“You couldn’t have stopped anything.” Chanyeol muttered, shaking his head slowly. “Nothing at all. This is what they do.”

“They fucking blew his head off, Yeol!” You yelled, hands forming fists at your sides. “And I stood beside Tayeong while he did it, I should have -”

“Should have what? Punched him? Tried to knock him out? You were outnumbered, you would have been killed too!” Chanyeol urged, clasping onto your shoulders tightly to stop your shaking. You couldn’t look at him, even when you felt his eyes searching your face. You're ashamed.

“I should have done something.” You finally huffed, blinking and meeting his gaze. It was sad, the way he looked at you. He looked at you with pity, like he had seen a thousand times worse, and you didn’t doubt it for even a second.

“You did the right thing. That guy was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. That’s it.” He hummed, his deep tenor seeming to rattle your bones.

“How do I do this?” You whimpered, now searching his eyes as well, like he held all the answers. “How do I go back to Tayeong and pretend this never happened? He’s dead, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol shook his head slowly, his lips twisting into a slight frown. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but it gets better.”

You scoffed at that, turning back to the mirror and out of his grasp. “Don’t fucking say that.”

“I have to, okay? It’s stupid but the first is always the worst. You never forget, not a single one.” Chanyeol urged, watching you return your hands to the scalding spray of water from your faucet. “Each one you name. You imagine them as a person, because that’s how you get through. You’ll avenge him, okay? You’ll make his death worth it.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” You laughed, empty.

Chanyeol sighed, his hands coming to unclasp your necklaced from around your neck carefully. He was trying not to scare you off, you could tell from the fluttering touch, like a butterfly.

“It’s not easy. It fucking sucks, but you’re going to remember him, and the countless others those guys needlessly killed to get to the top. You’re going to remember his face when you get the chance to hurt Tayeong, the way he hurt him.” He hummed, slipping the chains off your neck and clattering them onto the countertop slowly. “Because when he’s gone, it’s over. They can’t do that shit anymore if they’re dead, too. That’s what you look forward to.”

You shook your head slowly, tears slipping down your cheeks slowly. You wanted to believe him, wanted to trust in his words, but when you’re working the same system it was impossible not to. Neoculture and Exodus, you both operated outside the law. Two sides of the same coin. When that’s the case, how do you know right from wrong?

“Do we do that? At Exodus, do we kill people like that?” You whimpered, glancing back up at him through the mirror.

Immediately, Chanyeol shook his head, so fast you immediately felt your sobs slowly begin to quench. “No. Never.”

At that, you just let out a weak nod, shoulders finally deflating. Because you had no other choice now. This was your life.

And you trusted that Chanyeol wouldn’t lie to you.

At your silence, Chanyeol sent you a sympathetic glance, cocking his head slightly. Shifting, he twisted on the faucet to your tub, plugging it and allowing the water to wash across the yellowed ceramic.

“What are you doing?” You asked quietly, watching his motions all the while. The way the tattoo on his arm stretched with the movement of his wrist, the veins in his calloused hands.

He huffed slightly, pushing the dark hair off his forehead slightly while he caught your eye in the mirror. Shaking his head, he gave you a slight, tight-lipped smile. “My first time was bad too, but I went back in that basement in Exodus and scrubbed myself alone. For hours. That was the worst, being alone. There were no distractions.” He hummed, his finger slowly brushing the zip of your dress, carefully. “I’m going to clean you up so you can just relax. You need it.”

So, when his hands slowly began unzipping the material, you nodded, allowing him to slip it off your shoulders slowly. You were back to being catatonic, just relishing in the feeling of him stripping you of your clothing. Grabbing an elastic, he twisted your hair up in a novice, haphazard bun, before clasping onto your shoulders softly.

“Go on in, it’s warm.” He hummed, stepping back and letting you move.

Your motions were robotic when you stepped into the water, slipping your body until you were curled into a ball on one end, arms looping around your legs. The water was silky and slick, warming your lukewarm frame.

“Come on, stretch out.” Chanyeol hummed, grabbing a bar of soap from the ledge and offering it to you quickly.

You followed his direction silently, still letting tears slip off your cheeks as you slowly ran it over your neck and chest. You could see the specks of crusty red leeching off, spreading their crimson tendrils through the water like fingers. It made you want to vomit again, the sight of his blood flaking off your skin.

It could have been seconds or hours, the time you spent in the water, scrubbing your flesh. You wanted to rub him off, the memory of him, his death. You wanted to scrub a piece of yourself off with him.

Finally, after the water had long turned cold and your motions fell limp, Chanyeol turned from where he was sitting, on the edge of the tub. He was biting his lip slowly, his head tilting as he took in your tiny, trembling frame.

Finally, he spoke. “Towels?”

You pointed to the back of the bathroom door, where they were hung. Stepping over, he plucked one off the task, before turning and giving you a sympathetic grin. “Come on, you’re clean. Up you get.”

You couldn't bring yourself to match his expression, instead just offering a small thanks before you pulled yourself up, walking into his arms, where he had the towel extended and waiting for your body.

Slowly, he wrapped it around your shoulders like a cape, until he was able to rope his arms around you. It was then that he paused, his breathing stuttering slightly.

You looked up at him questioningly, furrowing your brow at his pause. His lip was still being steadily chewed, eyes flickering slightly over your features. He stammered slightly, jaw falling slack, before he set it roughly.

“I’m going to hug you now.” He said with a swift nod, waiting to gauge your response. “Okay?”

Now, you didn't mind the pink flush on his ears, or how it made your heat thud. It reminded you that you were alive. So, you nodded slightly.

He was dizzyingly warm when his arms claimed you inside them, tugging you into his chest softly, until you could bury your face in his neck. You could feel his heartbeat, slightly quick, matching your own.

“Nobody held me after my first. I wanted someone to, but nobody did, so I’m going to hold you for a bit, okay?”

Gulping, you nodded again. “Okay.”

He was soft from under his grasp, a stark contrast to the initial rigid exterior he had shown to you. It was comforting, his warmth and soft scent, cedar making your head finally stop circling. In his arms, sheltered from the outside world, you could almost, almost forget everything you had endured tonight. His hand slowly traced up and down your spine, his breath splaying across your shoulders, encouraging yours to match his verbatim.

Eventually, however, he pulled away with a slight smile. He watched you carefully, brushing a story strand of hair out of your eyes slowly. “Feel better?”

Huffing out a slight sigh, you finally managed a weak smile. “Yeah, I’m better.” You hummed, appreciating how his eyes crinkled with the motion of his fuller smile.

“Okay. Come on, get ready for bed then.”

You secured the towel around your shoulders, giving him a slight smile before you padded outside, towards your bedroom. He followed, his heavy footsteps tracing your own until he stood in your doorway, simply watching as you tugged open your dresser in search of pajamas.

Your hands claimed a tee shirt and sweatpants, pulling them onto your body quickly and ignoring his gaze. It wasn’t pressing, sexual in any way. It was just comforting.

Finally you stepped towards your bed slowly, turning to give him another glance.

At your eye, he shifted, standing up straight. “Okay. You’re okay now?”

You scoffed slightly. “No. But I will be, hopefully.”

Chanyeol hummed, giving you a lopsided smile slowly while you clambered onto your soft white bedsheets. “Okay.”

You crawled under the heavy sheet, only stopping when you heard him move. He had turned, heading away from your door and towards the hallway, towards an exit. Somehow though, it made your throat tighten.

“Wait!” You called, watching his steps freeze with the word.

Maybe it was unfair, that you wanted him to stay. Maybe it was stupid, and childish that you didn’t want to sleep alone, let the image of the shot man lull you into a fit of nightmares. It was unfair that you even had the luxury of sleep and he didn’t.

Even so, you knew you wouldn’t want to be alone tonight.

“Stay. Please. I don’t - I don’t want to be alone, not yet. Just sleep here, please.” You hummed, watching Chanyeol pause with the words.

After what felt like years, he turned, face etched with an emotion you couldn’t place. It made you nervous, how you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. It was whisked away though, when he took a slow, hesitant step into your room.

“You sure?” He hummed, but his feet continued in their motion until his knees were brushing the duvet.

Offering a weak smile, you nodded. “Yeah.”

Chanyeol nodded, lips twisting to keep himself from smiling, you thought. Slowly, his frame made a dip in the bed when he crawled alongside you, his head resting on the pillow softly when he laid down, gazes locking.

You could smell him again, that cologne that always had your head spinning. It was a thousand times better than the scent that was stuck in your head - the smell of blood. So, even though it was against your very nature, you allowed yourself a moment of weakness.

“Can you hold me?”

Chanyeol grunted a slight laugh at that, but was quick to reach out and tug you into him. Your hands clutched at his shirt, forehead resting on his chest, the rising and falling of his breathing bringing far more security than anything else you could imagine.

You let yourself soak in it, the feeling of safety against his chest. These days, it felt hard to come by. This job was nuts. Heaven and hell all at once, the best and worst thing that had ever happened to you. You were alive and free, but twisted under Tayeong’s grasp. A puppet to his regime. You weren’t sure if you could do it anymore. Once so certain, your mind was now wiped of anything. How the hell were you supposed to go back?

Softly, you whispered into the darkness. “How am I supposed to do this again? How do I know I’ll be okay, after all this?”

Chanyeol hummed, and you could feel his hands slowly twining in your own shirt. “You’ll be okay, I know it. I am. If worse comes to worst, at least you have me you can talk to. You have me, okay?”

And you nodded against his chest, even though your stomach twisted. Because yes, even if a part of this job involved the horrors you had witnessed tonight, you had him.

But not if Tayeong got him first.

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formulak-drama · 6 years ago

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3 Years - year 2 part one

A few weeks have passed since you got back and lord knows you still haven't unpacked. You messaged Chanyeol when you got home to let him know that the flight went well. You two kept a small conversation going but you weren't sure how much more your heart could handle.

You had been offered a role as a side character in a show because the company from Korea had sent a preliminary copy of the stuff you guys had filmed at the end of your mentoring session to your company. They were able to find you some work, it wasn't a constant appearance but it was work, so you took the offer.

You had today off so you decided it was the perfect opportunity to actually get to unpacking. You started and your phone went off.

You pick it up to see that it's Chanyeol and he is requesting a video chat. You nearly threw the phone across the room, but quickly calmed down and answered.

"Hey" you say, not sure entirely what else to say.

He looked a little sad.

"Oh my god, is everything okay?? Isn't it late there?" He just looked at you.

There was silence and you were concerned the video froze, but then he sniffed and you knew it wasn't.

"Park Chanyeol, talk to me. What's going on?" Your concern must have been very evident because he looked right at the camera.

"I just... I just miss you." He looked at the desk immediately after the words left his mouth and your heart broke.

You wanted nothing more than to reach out and fluff his hair and tell him it's okay, but you had to settle for over the video reassurance.

"Yeolie," you see him tense slightly when you call him by his nickname. "Hey, look at me... I miss you too. We both knew I had to go back at some point though." You try to keep your voice steady, but he still hasn't looked up and it's hard because you really miss him too.

"We can still talk on here. I know it's not the same, but at least it's something. We have Kakao too."

He gives a small nod.

"So talk to me then silly. What have you been up to? How's the ever-so-glamorous lifestyle of an idol been?" That got him to smile and giggle a bit.

You two talk for a couple hours before you clue into the fact that it has to be nearly 4am in Korea and convince him for another 15 minutes to get off the phone before finally disconnecting.

"My god that boy" you shake your head and laugh as you return to your unpacking.

The next few months consist of about the same thing, some nights it's you staying up until the wee hours, some nights it's him you have to convince to get some sleep. You knew EXO were prepairing a comeback, or at least, that's what word on the street was. Chanyeol refused to tell you, but you knew something was up because some nights he looked far more worn out then normal.

Tonight was no different.

"Yeolie, you okay?" You laugh when he picks up the call.

"Hey Y/N!!" The enthusiasm was high and his grin was huge, but you could see he was tired. "Great actually! I can finally confirm your suspicions too!"

"Oh? Do tell." You laugh at his puppy like excitement.

"We are totally working on a comeback! They actually just put the artical out before you called!" Despite being tired his excitement was the most adorable thing you'd seen, so you couldn't help but be enamored by it.

"I figured, you aren't exactly James Bond when it comes to these things" you laugh as he swats at the screen.

"So what's new with you?" He asks after settling down a bit.

"Well, I was going to wait until things were finalized a bit more to tell you..."

"Tell me, tell me!!"

"I am planning a trip out there for work next month, I just need to finalize some things with the company before I can say for sure when." You see him perk up and can't help but smile. "It'll only be for a couple months, and that's IF I get the part. They say there's a pretty good chance and that the audition is mostly formality, but still. Anything can happen." You try to sound nonchalant about it, but you were brimming with happiness at the thought of being back in Korea.

"So you'll be here?! That's awesome!! You have to come to a show!!" Chanyeol clapped his hands. "We have a few schedules already lined up, so as soon as you know dates and how busy you'll be let me know, I'll try and pull some strings" he winked.

"Aww you don't have to do that." But you were glad he protested because you knew getting tickets to a show would be like pulling teeth.

You talk for a while and once the excitement died down you could see the exhaustion seeping through Chanyeol. He was laying on his bed by this point and you could see he was hardly staying awake.

During a story you were telling he went oddly quiet so you stopped for a second. "Yeolie?" Silence.

"Goodnight you silly bean. I hope you sleep well" you hear him mumble something and you chuckle while disconnecting the call.

TBC

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knjjkwriting · 6 years ago

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⇤

Hey guys! Here’s a (continuing) list of fics we’ve read we thought others should read! Hope you all enjoy them like we did!

Included: BTS, EXO, Jay Park, Kris Wu...

BTS:

Jungkook -

> Don’t Ever Let Me Go (Jungkook x Reader)

> Moan Wars (Jungkook x Reader x Yoongi)

> Pushing Buttons (Jungkook x Reader)

> By Its Cover (Jungkook x Reader)

> Hittin’ Her Hay (Jungkook x Reader)

^ Hittin’ Her Hard (Jungkook x Reader x Seokjin)

> Locker Room Talk (Jungkook x Reader)

> And They Were Roommates (Jungkook x Reader)

> New Rules (Jungkook x Reader)

> Bad (Jungkook x Reader)

> I Won’t Stop You (Jungkook x Reader)

> Skulls and Roses (Jungkook x Reader)

> In Motion (Jungkook x Reader)

> The Blue Princess and her Red Rose (Jungkook x Reader)

> Lust & Errors (Jungkook x Reader)

> Boy (Jungkook x Reader) | Playgirl Series |

> Yellow Calf (Jungkook x Reader)

> Grounded (Jungkook x Reader)

> Secrets of Silk (Jungkook x Reader)

> Date in a Box (Jungkook x Reader) | Service Series |

> The Devil’s Change Up (Jungkook x Reader)

> Demon Dickin’ Down (Jungkook x Reader)

Taehyung -

> In Search of the Aurora Borealis 2 (Taehyung x Reader) |Tales of Greyria Series |

> New Tricks (Taehyung x Reader)

> S.L.U.T. (Taehyung x Reader) | Playgirl Series |

> Rent-a Boyfriend (Taehyung x Reader) | Service Series |

> Abstract (Taehyung x Reader)

Jimin -

> Touched by a Fallen Star (Jimin x Reader) | Tales of Greyria Series |

> LA Devotee (Jimin x Reader) | Playgirl Series |

> Handyman (Jimin x Reader)

> Heartbreak Insurance (Jimin x Reader) | Service Series |

Hoseok -

> Hurricane (Hoseok x Reader)

> Down the Three Seasons Path (Hoseok x Reader) | Tales of Greyria Series |

> Scott Pilgrim (Hoseok x Reader) | Playgirl Series |

> Transference (Hoseok x Reader)

> Heartbeat (Hoseok x Reader)

> Just Animals (Hoseok x Reader x Yoongi)

> Oceans of Gold (Hoseok x Reader)

> The Breakup Bureau (Hoseok x Reader) | Service Series |

Yoongi -

> Chaos of Fate ft. Jungkook (Yoongi x Reader)

> Moan Wars (Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook)

> Wrong (Yoongi x Reader)

> Black Lace (Yoongi x Reader)

> A Brief Story of Time (Yoongi x Reader) | Tales of Greyia Series |

> Black Sheep (Yoongi x Reader) | Playgirl Series |

> Hot Enough (Yoongi x Reader)

> Like a Butterfly (Yoongi x Reader)

> Caller Number 9 (Yoongi x Reader)

> Grey Area (Yoongi x Reader)

> Fray (Yoongi x Reader)

> Just Animals (Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok)

> First Love (Yoongi x Reader)

> First-date BAIT! (Yoongi x Reader) | Service Series |

Seokjin -

> The Devil’s Dick (Seokjin x Reader)

> Kiwi (Seokjin x Reader) | Playgirl Series |

> 24/7 Marriage Counselor (Seokjin x Reader) | Service Series |

Namjoon -

> Horns (Namjoon x Reader) | Playgirl Series |

> Ghost Messenger (Namjoon x Reader) | Service Series |

> Overtime (Namjoon x Reader)

> Five Months (Namjoon x Reader)

EXO:

Sehun -

> Charming (Sehun x Reader)

> Mind’s Eye (Sehun x Reader x Jongin)

> Scars (Sehun x Reader)

Jongin -

> Two Sides (Jongin x Reader)

> The Wanderer She Met (Jongin x Reader)

> Mind’s Eye (Jongin x Reader x Sehun)

> 99 and Marlowe (Jongin x Reader)

> Insidious (Jongin x Reader)

> The Human Pin-Cushion (Jongin x Reader)

> Rivers of White and Gold (Jongin x Reader)

> The War (Jongin x Reader)

> Married to a Monster (Jongin x Reader)

> His Fame (Jongin x Reader)

Chanyeol -

> Truth (Chanyeol x Reader)

> Hero (Chanyeol x Reader)

> Guilty (Chanyeol x Reader)

Solo Artists:

Jay Park -

> Ruin the Friendship (Jay Park x Reader)

Kris Wu -

> July (Kris Wu x Reader)

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soocouldbemyonlystar · 6 years ago

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Chaebols: Music Man (excerpt)

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1.8k

Pairing: Chanyeol x OC

Summary: Yeon-hee hates when her favorite customer is in a bad mood. But an attempt to cheer him up may turn her life upside down.

(no copyright infringement intended)

“Yeon-hee, please. The band is going to be late. Just for a little while, just till they get here.” Ji Daewon begged hands folded together in front of him.

“I don’t know, oppa. You know I haven’t played my songs in front of a crowd in a long time.” Kim Yeon-hee shook her head. She moved around him to fill her drink orders.

“I know. Please, Yeon-hee, save me just this once.” Daewon swiveled back around to step in her way again, shaking his folded hands vigorously in her face, “Just thirty minutes. They said they are thirty minutes out.”

Yeon-hee sighed, noticing a customer walk in, one her usuals. “I have a customer, give me a minute to think about it.”

She took her tray of drinks out, a beer for glasses guy, soju for weird nose guy, a fruity thing to the flirty girl that annoyed the crap out of her, then she made her way to the music man. He had been a regular for a few months now, first coming with a group of friends for a bachelor party type celebration. She called him the music man because he continued to return, typically on the days they had live music, and sat alone, watching the show.

At first, he was lively and loud, easily making friends in the bar but after a few weeks he had become quiet. He seemed lost in his thoughts most of the time, and she had a feeling this was not his usual personality. She didn’t peg him for bipolar, he just had a lot on his mind. Music man didn’t look like he was happy.

She approached cautiously, “You look like you need something a little stronger than your usual beer. Scotch this round?”

“Yeh,” he replied without even looking up at her.

Yep, he was having another bad night. It was a shame that his bright eyes were darkened by whatever issue had been plaguing him. He would perk up some when the music started. Only that wouldn’t be for another thirty minutes or so. He should be okay until then.

Yeon-hee grabbed his drink quickly, setting it down on her way to clean up a table in the back. She didn’t want to admit it, but she missed the kind smile the music man flashed around the place when he first came. His laugh was infectious and there wasn’t anyone who he wasn’t instantly friends with. Seeing him go from that to the silent, solemn man who sat there now, was dis-heartening.

She peered over her shoulder where he sat. Music man looked even more warry than normal. He stared into the distance, swirling the already half drank snifter on the table. She couldn’t stand it. Why his mood mattered was something Yeon-hee couldn’t explain, but if it was music he needed to cheer up, she would get it to him. She took her tray back to the kitchen, passing Daewon on the way.

“I’ll do it.” She told him before she grabbed the music man another scotch. Yeon-hee laughed at the scream of excitement Daewon barked, dropped the scotch off to the music man and made her way to the stage. The house instruments were already set up, and Yeon-hee ran a few practice bars to warm up her fingers and voice, then addressed the crowd.

“The Blue Lounge would like to welcome everyone here tonight.” She began. “Mercury is running just a little late. So, it will be my pleasure to entertain you until they arrive. I’m a little rusty, you guys, so take it easy on me. This first one is called Sing to Me.”

Just how she had practiced a million times in this very spot, before the bar opened, she let her fingers lazily play over the keys. The song was slow, and sad, one that she had written when she left her parents in the states and moved to meet her mother’s family in South Korea. Her parents didn’t understand that she didn’t feel like herself there, with an American father and a Korean mother, she didn’t feel like she fit. Amanda Thompson, her American name, wasn’t real to her. Her mother’s family had been accepting, so she took her Korean name and her mother’s family name, Kim Yeon-hee, and left her old self behind. At that time, she had just wanted someone who understood her.

“Sing to me again.

Sing the words I cannot understand, but your meaning

is too clear. Your warm bourbon sound vibrates deep

into my black-hole heart, it pulls the ragged breath

from my chest and I am free again.”

Yeon-hee was in her element. She loved the stage and singing, making music all together. She loved her voice, raw but still smooth, and a little more sensual than she usually meant to be, but it mixed well with the type of music she made. Yeon-hee felt like she could finally speak when she was playing her music and singing her own songs. She was free, able to be who and what she was, not having to fit into the tidy molds society deemed were appropriate. When she performed she was a sun, burning hot, and lighting up.

Yeon-hee glanced up at the music man, curiosity becoming too much for her. She almost forgot the lyrics as she saw him. Yeon-hee had meant to cheer him up a little, but the look on his face was something more akin to fascination. He stared at her, intently, his eyes wide, and a ridiculously large smile on his face. They seemed to sparkle.

Yeon-hee thought for a moment that it was what pure excitement looked like. She quickly shook that thought out of her head. Though she was proud of her music, she doubted it would cause him to grin like a child at Disney World. But still, the way he watched her was unnerving. A chill ran down her spine. She wasn’t scared, he didn’t give off that vibe, but she had a sinking feeling that she’d just gotten in over her head. That smile meant trouble for her.

The next song she played was a cover of a song that was popular at the moment. I was fast-paced and she was pleasantly pleased when people started to stand and dance. The last song was another original. A ballad, not a slow as the first song, but with a deeper meaning than the second. In all, she ended up playing six songs, and the music man never took his eyes off her. Finally, she saw the sign from Daewon that the band had arrived.

“Thank you,” she laughed as they applauded, “but your real entertainment is here. Give it up for Mercury!”

She clapped as she welcomed the band on stage and then returned behind the bar. She glanced back at the music man one last time, but his table was empty. Yeon-hee pouted, and she was very uncomfortable with the amount of disappointment she felt at his disappearance. As she rounded the corner of the bar a hand wrapped around her wrist. She tried jerked away, anyone who was a regular knew Yeon-hee didn’t put up with being grabbed, but there were still the newbies who didn’t know better. She had to put them in their place every once and a while, but before she could put the hurt on him, Yeon-hee recognized those eyes.

The music man lifted the corner of his lips in a crooked smile, as if he was waiting for her to attack him. She held her captured wrist in between them, her eyes narrowed, her skin burning where he touched her.

“I know you know better than to grab me.” She reminded him, referring to when he witnessed what happened to the last man who grabbed her a few weeks ago. The man had tried to press charges for assault against her, but the police laughed it off.

His smile widened as he gently released her wrist, “I know, but I need a pen.”

Yeon-hee eyed him suspiciously but took the few steps to the register and grabbed her pen, slapping it down on the bar in front of him. She didn’t know how it was possible, but his smile widened even more. With a roll of her eyes, she walked away to find Daewon.

That was a mistake.

“I need another favor.” Daewon told her. This time there were no whistles and bells, no complements. Yeon-hee knew that even though he said favor, she would have no choice in the matter. “I just got a call, I need to leave, and I don’t think I’ll be back before close. I need you to stay and manage the bar while I’m gone and close up.”

“Oppa,” she whined, “I’ve closed every day this week, you promised I could get off early tonight.”

“I know, but I need your help, cousin.” He shrugged, “I’ll give you an extra day off next week for it. Don’t forget the guy is bringing the cases of that new beer for us to try, I’ll have Kim Sunghyun come to bounce if you need him.”

Yeon-hee sighed. “Yeh,” she knew there was no point in arguing. He was dirty for pulling the cousin card.

The worst part about being on stage for Yeon-hee was stepping off it. All her other duties seemed so mundane compare to the rush of the stage. Even a small venue like The Blue Lounge didn’t lessen the exhilaration she experienced while playing her music. Her mother had been a piano prodigy studying in New York when she met Yeon-hee’s father, music was in her blood. She didn’t need to be a big star, as long as she could continue writing and singing, she was content.

Yeon-hee split her section between Kang Chun-ja and Jin Eun-hye and stayed behind the bar. The music man ordered a water instead of another scotch, and sat quietly at the end of the bar, seemingly disinterested in the band playing. Seemingly watching every move she made. For hours. She wanted to be annoyed, normally she would be, but the distant, sad look he had entered the bar with was long gone.

The guy with the cases of beer came at mid-night. A little late to be dropping off cases of beer, but it was the deal Daewon had made with the brewer and Yeon-hee wasn’t going to question. She motioned to Sunghyun to keep his attention up, pulled Chun-ja to the bar and started to the door that lead to the back of the bar. The music man was the last customer before the door, and his eyes were still on her.

Suddenly she had a bright idea. Sunghyun couldn’t leave the girls in the bar to unload, but that didn’t mean she had to do it on her own. And she could find out why the man kept staring at her. Yeon-hee stopped at the end of the bar and leaned over to speak to her stalker.

“Music man, you look like you have something to say to me.” She yelled over the music.

“Possibly,” he leaned into her to so that she could hear him better.

“Then follow me.” She shrugged and walked through the door to the storage area.

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moonbelt · 7 years ago

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»whiplash | 02

↳ fake dating au | college au

⇢ pairing: chanyeol | reader

⇢ genre: soft angst + fluff + sexual themes

⇢ word count: 6.061

⇢ description: as an aspiring big-shot photographer in a slump, you’re looking for something that inspires you and unfortunately — or maybe not — it comes in the form of a guy named Chanyeol.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

A lot could change in forty minutes.

Well, considering this is a party, and the whole point of it is to change your status from sober to drunk, you guess there's nothing particularly spectacular about that.

In the span of forty minutes, you've been introduced to the entirety of Chanyeol's friend group. Which, safe to say, is a lot. It wasn't hard for you to believe that he was friends with almost everyone in attendance. People either gave him a nod of acknowledgment or struck an immediate conversation once they saw him. As you'd expected, you and Chanyeol were complete opposites on the spectrum of college socialization. You, who slinked through parties with the only purpose of getting drunk and going home afterward which contrasted deeply against Chanyeol, who came to these parties for social interaction.

Currently, you're standing at the corner of the living room watching a group of people play Truth or Dare and wondering just how many more drinks the ringleader is going to consume before he passes out. You can swear that college kids shouldn't be this immature but you guess fun comes in different forms for different people.

Now, had this been ninth or hell even tenth grade, you would've jumped at the opportunity to join in. But as you watch them dare each other to do the most ridiculous things known to man, you shake your head. The ringleader, a junior by the name of Jongdae, keeps daring people to do shit they most definitely wouldn't dare to do sober but when he's challenged to do the same, he takes a shot instead. Absentmindedly, you wonder why the other players aren't calling him out on it but quickly decide that it's none of your business.

You tip your cup back and drain the last bit of alcohol from it. You're certainly not drunk enough to participate in that game. And even though your brain is telling you how stupid Truth or Dare is as a whole, your body is sparking for a different answer. It wants to play at least one round. It's not like anything bad can happen. Unless they dare you to strip — you are not drunk enough for that.

"So, how long have you and Chanyeol been a thing?"

The question breaks through your train of thought. The question also comes when Chanyeol has been successfully dragged away from your side, courtesy of Baekhyun, to do a round of beer pong. The question itself though comes from Jongin.

True to Chanyeol's words, Jongin is more of an observer than a participator. When Yixing was asking you questions about what you were studying and why you were studying it and all that jazz about college, Jongin had peered up at you from his red solo cup — curious but not curious enough to ask anything himself. You'd wondered why he wasn't bursting to ask you questions because the way you saw it, you were a stranger. It's only natural that someone would want to learn more about the person weaving its way into their friend group. Now you got your answer, he probably didn't care about what you studied or what you like or don't like.

In fact, you doubted Jongin cared about you at all. He cared more about you not fucking up with Chanyeol's head or heart. Apparently, Mai — Chanyeol's ex, wasn't as much as a saint that Chanyeol had made her seem to be. You didn't try to delve deep into the topic because it was obvious that the boys didn't want to talk about it, something in the way Baekhyun shifted the conversation to something completely different like something burned his ass. And Yixing's subtle shake of his head, like he didn't want to bring out the past to light.

Yixing, being Mai's best friend, you'd thought would stand up for her in her absence but instead, he'd raised his beer can to his lips and downed everything in one go. Nevertheless, all that did was solidify in your mind that whatever had happened between Mai and Chanyeol had been bad. Bad enough for Chanyeol to result to fake dating. Bad enough for you to be here, put under the scrutinizing gaze of one of his best friends.

You manage to not stutter out your reply, as you attempt to put on an air of indifference. "Almost a month now," you raise your empty cup back to your lips, lying through your teeth.

Jongin doesn't seem to be buying it, crooking an eyebrow at you. Incredulous. "Really? I didn't think Chanyeol was capable of hiding a relationship for that long. I mean, you're dating the guy so you should know. When he's in love, he makes sure everyone around him knows it too."

You lick your lips, wondering for the nth time that night why you have to be the one fighting this war.

"Yeah, I know that," you send him a nervous smile that he does not return. "We're still in the beginning stages, I wouldn't call us in love. At least not yet."

Jongin stares at you for what feels like hours but you know it to be a few seconds at most. He runs his hand through his light-brown hair, fluffing it a bit. Crushing his empty can, he sighs out in relief. "Thank God, you're smart. I thought you were going to fight me on it: tell me you and he have a connection."

He says the word 'connection' with so much venom, your skin sizzles a little.

You raise your eyebrow at that, dropping your cup from your lips. "What's that supposed to mean?" It's not like you believe explicitly in love but you still find yourself wary and uneasy about what he's said.

You wonder if this is how your friends feel whenever you bash on love.

"Oh nothing in particular," he flashes you a dazzling smile that given a normal circumstance you would've melted under. "Forget I even said anything."

"Can't-do. I'm curious now. What would you have said if I told you I was in love with Chanyeol. Not that it's any of your business anyway, but still."

Jongin flicks his eyes away from you to the group in front of the two of you. He chews on his lower lip for a few moments before he finally says:

"For one thing, I don't want Chanyeol to get his heart broken for the second time in four months."

You know that's roughly the amount of time it has been since Mai and Chanyeol called it quits, blame Baekhyun's huge mouth. You don't know why they broke up, not really, but from your perspective, Chanyeol doesn't seem that affected by the change. But in Jongin's words, you think maybe there's the possibility that you are wrong.

"I won't break Chanyeol's heart."

He turns his attention back to you and gives you a once-over. Not in a condescending manner, rather there's a sort of pity in his gaze.

"You don't really control that ___. You're not in charge of his heart and I hardly have a say in anything that happens between the two of you. But... can you please promise me one thing?"

You don't want to promise him anything. Not because you hate him or anything of that sort, but rather because you know the true nature of you and Chanyeol's relationship. Technically, there should be no heart to break. It's shouldn't even be on the table. However, you find yourself nodding your head, urging him on.

He turns his gaze from you and focuses it on the medium sized chandelier that lights up the living room, taking a deep breath. "If you ever do break up with him, do it bluntly. Don't string him along with hints or whatever. Just straight up tell him."

He looks back at you then and once your eyes connect, you see it. There's no 'if' you break up. It's more of a when. When you break up with Chanyeol. Like he expects the worst from you. There's a small, minuscule part of you that wants to challenge what he's saying. You're not the worst of the worst. You're not Mai. You're not some tornado that wants to pass by but wreak havoc as it does so.

Still, you nod your head. Because it's not like you can argue against what he's saying. You'd rather not make the situation worse.

"Okay then," he pushes himself off the wall as he gives you a small smile. "Nice talking to you ___."

"You too," you say. "You're a good friend by the way, but you should have more faith in Chanyeol. He can make his own decisions and he can fight his own battles. Besides getting your heart broken is only a process of... life."

"I guess," he tilts his head to the side. "But wouldn't I be a bad friend if I allowed him to jump headfirst into something that would end up in tears?"

You're not sure what you're about to say but Jongin doesn't give you the chance to reply anyway. Instead, he slips away from your side, leaving you to ponder on his words. You obviously know the complications that arise from fake dating. You've watched the movies, you've read the books, you have the most basic common sense.

Exhibit A): you fall in love with the other. Exhibit B): the other doesn't fall in love with you. Exhibit C): none of you fall in love and life moves on, as it always does. To be clear, you're hoping for the third option.

Falling in love is not what you want. Love is... complicated and messy. You love your friends, you love your parents (although the love for your mother has since been redacted), you love photography. You love the feeling you get from cementing something in time. Pictures that can't be erased simply or as quickly as you see love to be. Love is something that quickly comes and goes. Like the wind, it rarely stays in one place for long. And you don't want to be the one left behind.

You place your empty cup on a nearby table before you drag your phone out of your back pocket and open the Camera app. Focusing on the group making a ruckus because Yixing — who is stupidly intoxicated — is refusing to give some girl a lap dance. The look on his face is one of absolute disgust. Okay maybe not disgust, more like his face is flushing a deep red and he's stumbling over his words incoherently.

You laugh to yourself, raising your phone up and focusing it on them. You take a picture of the scene. To you, love isn't something concrete. Not like the photos you take, never like the photos you take. It's something that flows and runs with the tides and just has to run its course but once it's done, that's that.

You're about to take another shot when something else finds its way into your camera's view. It's Chanyeol. His face eating your camera's focus and you almost throw your phone away in surprise. By a miracle, you don't. Instead, you struggle with turning off your phone and sliding it back into your pocket.

"God, Chanyeol. Stop doing that," you slap his shoulders away lightly.

He rolls his eyes as a response but he raises his hands in surrender. "Sweetheart, I'm wounded," he pouts. "I thought you'd appreciate my good looks. Especially since you don't seem to be having fun at this party."

"What makes you think that?" You furrow your eyebrows. "Pretty sure this is how I am at every party."

Chanyeol's eyes widen as he closes the distance between the two of you. "Are you even drunk? Who leaves a party sober?"

"The designated driver?" You offer an answer with a meek shrug.

He rolls his eyes. "I'm the designated driver. And no, before you ask, I am not drunk."

You cross your hands over your chest, squinting your eyes up at him. "You literally just got back from playing beer pong. Pretty sure the point of that is to get drunk, no?"

"I drank water. It's Baek's party, I'm allowed to break rules. Friendship card."

Shaking your head, you try not to laugh at the triumphant look on his face. Like he's won this pseudo-argument.

"Pretty sure that's not a thing but okay. Anyways, I am getting drunk... slowly." You make a point by jabbing your finger into his chest in a manner, that you hope is considered playful.

Chanyeol nods his head slightly, not quite believing you but is willing to let the conversation drop. Opting to focus his eyes on your finger that unexpectedly is still positioned on his chest. You think maybe you're drunker than you thought. Lightheadedly, you like the feeling of his heartbeat under your touch. It feels concrete. You don't know how long the two of you stand like that, you don't register it until Chanyeol raises his own fingers and clasps them around yours softly.

"Can I ask you something?" He says, beats later when you've already felt his heart pick up the pace.

"Sure."

"Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widen against your own accord. They widen so much you're sure someone might think you've seen a ghost. You won't lie to yourself, you do feel attracted to him, but that in no way equates to you actually acting on said attraction. Chanyeol must sense that you're one step away from walking a hundred feet away from him because he adds:

"If you don't want to, that's okay. I just really want to kiss you right now."

From the corner of your eye, you see Baekhyun staring intently at the two of you and for some reason, you're sure somewhere in the crowd, Jongin is as well. You're not so sure about Yixing, he seemed pretty occupied with the Truth or Dare game. But you know, in the long run, one of them — probably Baekhyun — would tell him about the things he missed seeing with his own eyes.

"Why would you want to kiss me?" The contract doesn't say anything about physical actions. But it doesn't say anything against it either. Chanyeol had said you would have to act like an actual couple. Couples kiss all the time, couples do a whole lot of things that aren't restricted to kissing. Involuntarily, you take a deep breath.

Chanyeol chuckles a little, the corners of his lips turning up. "I don't think I have a good enough reason. I just really want to."

I just really want to.

The phrase applies to you as well. You want to. Oh, how you want to. Love and lust and attraction are not the same. Their cousins of one another but definitely not interchangeable, you reason to yourself. It seems to be the only plausible explanation for why you push yourself up on your tippy-toes, [even though you've always thought yourself to be reasonably tall, Chanyeol dwarfs you] and press your lips on his.

By the time your lips connect with his, you can swear that his heartbeat has sped up faster than humanly possible. His lips though, are softer than you imagined. For a second or maybe two, you’re not counting, he's stunned by your actions; like maybe he hadn't expected you to do go through with it. You tense up. To be honest, you don't know why yourself. But when he takes control of the kiss, moving his lips passionately against yours, you relax, realizing that it doesn't matter. What's done is done and that's that.

He uses his free hand to wrap around the nape of your neck, pressing you deeper into him. Closing your eyes, you find that all the sounds around you are being drowned out by the loud thumping of your heart, but you're acutely aware that your body is heating up. Taking your hand out of his grasp, you weave it around his shoulders. Suddenly, you want to wrap your legs around him and let him do whatever. He could ask you anything in this state and right now, you doubt you'd fight any of his propositions.

Chanyeol leans into you, consequently pushing you up the wall. Your shirt rides up and the cool air of the room brushes against your skin and you shiver. Either he attributes this act to your response to his kiss or he finds you simply amusing because he smiles into your mouth. You knew it. He was the type. Breaking away, you refuse to open your eyes as you catch your breath. Fuck, you know better than this. But your mind and your body clearly want two different things.

"I saw you talking to Jongin," Chanyeol says after minutes of you refusing to open your eyes. You can't tell for sure but there's a challenging tone in his voice. "I hope he didn't pester you."

You shake your head, adamant. "He's worried about you."

"Let me guess, he doesn't want you to break my heart because he thinks Mai did a number on me."

Peeling your eyes open you look at him. His hair his poof-y, like a dog, a cute dog. His lips are swollen and his eyes are gazing at you intently, his body posture placid.

"Didn't she?"

Something flickers in his eyes — resentment? You don't know because he quickly masks it up with a smile that feels forced. Your eyes twitch at that.

"Does it matter? I'm over her."

Are you? You're not exactly sure what you're expecting. Maybe he'll break in tears and confirm your deepest fear and acknowledgment: that love ultimately sucks. Your hands are still loosely wrapped around his neck but it feels oddly wrong for you to continue what was happening less than five minutes ago. For reasons you don't know, you feel as if something is about to happen. Or rather, you want something to happen.

And that something that you're not expecting comes in the form of Yixing's best friend, Chanyeol's ex, the woman of many names — Mai.

She comes in with a cold breeze that you don't feel. You're too lost in Chanyeol's eyes and feeling of his fingers on your neck, absentmindedly tapping a beat you don't recognize. She comes in with a smile that you realize later on to be one of her charms. Once she walks in, you can feel the clockwork attention of everyone — non-intoxicated — fixate on you and Chanyeol and frankly, you're ready to run.

Chanyeol catches her gaze before you do. His whole body freezing up to your touch, his lips parting as he stares at her. Her. If you think in terms of artistic inspiration, she seems to be his muse. The look in his eyes, it's not one of someone that's gotten "over her." No. It reminds you of your father. Your broken father, that waits day-in-day-out for your mother. A woman that would never come back. It's the look of someone that is completely and utterly wrapped around someone else's finger. But the more you stare at him, the more you see that lingering resentment. It's sharp and daunting, begging to be seen.

You twist your body away from his and try to take a look at the person that's now heaving Yixing up. Yixing smiles blindly at his friend, throwing his arms around her. She laughs and God, you think, she's fucking pretty.

She catches your gaze and you do your best to not cower away. She's the one that Chanyeol doesn't want to date anymore. You might be doing this fake dating thing for your own reasons but you have a lot of pride. You promised to be the best girlfriend he's ever had. And goddamit, you will.

As guarded as you are, you know that you'd rather fake being in love than lose to her. Even though this isn't a battle you should be fighting and you're not so sure if you can win the war. Not when Chanyeol is looking at her like she's the best thing since sliced bread.

"Zing," she giggles — actually giggles she does. "I can't lift you by myself."

Yixing is on the verge of being passed out. You wonder why he drank so much, you kind of wanted to get to know him more. He seemed to have a lot on his mind though. Everyone fights their own battles, you figure.

Mai looks up and you watch as her eyes flicker from Baekhyun, who successfully turns his attention back to the girl he's trying to get with before they then fix on Chanyeol for the second time this night. You can tell it's a ploy, in fact, you're sure anyone with eyes can tell. But Chanyeol is blind. So fucking blind that he unhooks his hands from your body, releasing you. You shouldn't feel like you've been discarded, but you do.

"I'll help," he offers, moving from your side and quickly saddling up to her.

Of course, he'll help. Kind Chanyeol. Chanyeol that doesn't want to acknowledge the fault in anyone. Your subconscious is telling you with neon signs that there's technically nothing wrong with Chanyeol helping the poor girl out. It's humane. But the feeling in your gut is telling you otherwise.

You watch numbly as he and Mai position Yixing half-on-half on their shoulders and haul him to, you assume, her car. Once they're gone through the front door, everything seems to click back into place. The Truth or Dare group has called it quits, optioning to go outside to the back and get body slammed by the party goers that have created a dance floor there. A few eyes linger on you, the fake girlfriend of a boy that just went outside with his real ex-girlfriend. But they don't know that. So all they see is a girlfriend being left for an ex-girlfriend and they all seem to pity you. You don’t deserve the pity party though because you know it’s not you they’re sad for, its the girlfriend. Which technically, you are not.

You diffuse the thoughts away. Stop being silly, you think to yourself. It's Chanyeol. He's a nice guy, you know this. Hours ago you called this his greatest trait. Now, you wonder how you could've thought such a thing. Being nice can get you hurt, being nice could be the bane of your existence. But you keep your thoughts to yourself. Instead, you head over to the kitchen and jack open the cooler with more force than necessary.

You shouldn't be this affected by the actions taking place. Rationally, you and Chanyeol aren't close enough for that. But still, he's the closest thing you have to a friend apart from Sehun and WooJin. You've known those two since middle school, it's a different kind of friendship. You understand Jongin's point of view better now. You want to preserve whatever this is with Chanyeol. Fake girlfriend or not. He's a nice guy, you desperately reason. He doesn't deserve to be strung along by his ex, although this is all speculation on your part.

You wonder if Mai usually randomly shows up to a party uninvited. Maybe someone had called her? Yixing? Chanyeol did say that whatever Yixing knew, Mai knew soon enough. Maybe she was jealous? You scoff.

Cracking open a bottle, you take a long gulp. On good days, you pace yourself. Nothing worse than getting ridiculously drunk and losing your senses all at once. But you say screw it. It's not like you're the designated driver. As you pull the mouth of the bottle from your lips, you realize that you're once again left alone at the party.

A lot could change in an hour and twenty minutes.

A whole fucking lot.

You drag your phone from your back pocket and check the time. Twelve forty-three A.M. You wonder if Chanyeol's ready to leave. Then you wonder how long it can possibly take for someone to safely put someone else in a car. It shouldn't take this long, you don't think.

Maybe they were struggling with hauling him in the backseat? Maybe they need help? Chanyeol looks pretty strong, with his biceps that you've definitely not torched into your brain. Maybe his physique was just for show and in reality, he's weak? Maybe — oh, fuck it. You're tired of trying to rationalize your next course of action. So, gingerly you place the bottle of alcohol on a kitchen counter before you make your way out of the house. Trying your best to avoid stepping into other people's paths.

Once your outside, you take calming breaths you didn't know you needed. You want out of this party. Every time you hang out with Chanyeol, for some inane reason, you always seem to have your principles questioned. Your character isn't one that's usually this feeble, you like to believe, it's just something you're having a hard time coming to terms with. Maybe Chanyeol really is a goblin, better to believe in a magical being than something else.

You trudge around the perimeter, looking for them. They couldn't have gone that far but it takes you an extra four minutes or so before you find them. Well, it's only Chanyeol and Mai. There's a car too, so you presume Yixing to be inside. Probably wondering why his best friend isn't driving him back home. You walk until your close enough to hear what they're saying, not that it's hard they're practically whisper-yelling before you halt your steps.

"This isn't about what you want Mai! You can't just not want me and then all of a sudden turnaround and say you do." Chanyeol's voice is strained and even though you can't clearly see his face, you can imagine the pain in his eyes.

Her laughter is throatily sensual and in another world, you'd think it to be sexy but now, it makes you cringe in your soul.

"I never didn't want you, Yeol. You're the one that decided to break up with me for something so petty, to be honest—"

"Petty?" Chanyeol drops the whisper, incredulous. "You cheated. That's not a petty reason—"

Mai cuts him off, they seem to do that more often than not. "Exactly my point. I asked, no, I told you I wanted a break for a while."

"A-are you serious right now? All you did was cancel on all my dates for weeks and say you were sick. You told me you didn't want to see me for a while. We never took a break."

Mai leans on her car door, thoroughly unimpressed by Chanyeol's words. You have this sudden urge to run up and deck her. Punch her so hard that she flies across the street and smacks her body into a pole, you refrain though. Not because you want to, it's more because you want Chanyeol and her to scream whatever this is out.

"Oh, Chanyeol. I'm sorry if you think I—"

"I fucking trusted you." He sounds defeated. "You gave me no reason as to why you cheated on me with that dude. Fuck, I gave you all of me. Everything. Why wasn't that enough?"

You answer this question in your head — Love rarely is enough. Sometimes the Universe has to really want two people to be together for it to work. Although your answer doesn't ease the twitching of your hand or the pumping of your heart, you're revved up and ready to fire one at her.

You had given her the benefit of the doubt; maybe she and Chanyeol had just fallen out of love but no. Oh shit, their relationship really was like your parents in more ways than one. Woman cheater and a man who's still hopelessly holding out hope. A tale you're so tired of seeing.

"Your new girlfriend," she attempts to change the topic and you can see the twitch of Chanyeol's eye. "She's cuter than me, I'm surprised."

Don't hate her, you repeat to yourself. Hold out hope. No one can be so irredeemable a person. You never understood why someone would cheat, it wasn't something that made sense to you. Boys cheat, girls cheat. Why? You can't fathom. Do they even need a reason to cheat? Are they just bad people that found themselves in a relationship? But that's why hookups exist. It takes the cheating part out of relationships. You can't possibly have your cake and eat it.

"___ is also way better person than you. Honorable, trustworthy. Not a pest."

Mai laughs, you find that unbelievable. "Why didn't you tell your mom why you broke up with me? She keeps calling me asking me to forgive you."

You find that Mai has a very short attention span. One second she's discussing you and the next she's talking about someone's mother.

"You know what? Forget it. Doesn't matter anyway," she pushes herself off her car and moves closer to him. "I still love you, Yeol, and I miss you. Whatever is going on with ___ or whoever, it wouldn't be the same as 'us.' You and I, were meant to be."

In a blur of seconds, Mai reaches up and kisses his cheek and soon after she's jogging to the driver seat of her sleek navy blue car and just like that she's off, barely giving Chanyeol or you sufficient time to register her words. You're not even sure of what to do. Do you try and tell Chanyeol that the words that woman said are all lies? He dated her for five years. He should know her well enough to know she's pulling lies out of her ass.

You and I were meant to be.

She came prepared to pull Chanyeol down her hell. She knows that Chanyeol is a romantic, believes in all the tales and riddles written in the sky. You'd told Jongin that Chanyeol could fight his battles and that he should trust him more. Chanyeol isn't stupid. You bet he knows that Mai doesn't really want him. Not in the way he wants or wanted her.

You're brought out of your inner monologue by the sounds of gut-wrenching sobs. Such loud cries that it feels like the whole street is wailing. You whip your head up and see Chanyeol crouched down, tears unrelenting as they stream down his face. You were right. He's definitely not over her. For a moment, you watch him. You can tell that he really did love her, or at least he loved the her he thought she was.

Cautiously, you make your way up to him and crouch down to his level. He looks so small, the big giant you know him to be is gone. You wonder just how much power you can have over someone to reduce them to this state.

"Channie?" You try not to startle him. "It's me, ___."

He doesn't look up but he bites his lower lip in an attempt to stop sobbing, opting instead to sniffle and clutch his hand to his chest. Chanyeol the nice guy, Chanyeol the nice guy is in pain because he gave his heart to someone that didn't need it.

"What happened? Tell me." You heard most of the gist but you want to hear it from him. You want him to affirm what he knows. You want him to come to terms with the fact that Mai and he are a done deal.

He shakes his head, turning his face opposite from your general direction. "It's fine. I'm fine."

"Oh, Chanyeol," you scoot closer to him, taking his shaking hand in yours. "That's not what I'm asking."

The two of you stay like that. Occasionally, a loud sound escapes his lips and it feels like he's about to start the journey of crying again but after a while, it dies out to irregular sniffling. And then before you can calculate the consequences, you engulf him in your arms. It's a struggle but you deem it worth it when you finally feel him calm down. It takes more minutes before he wraps his arms around you as well and you feel whole.

"I'm fine, really. I guess I'm just realizing how little I meant to her. She doesn't miss me. She misses the acts of being in a relationship, I think. I could be a stick and she'd claim to love me just because I gave her affection."

You nod your head in agreement. "Sometimes the people we love just don't love us back."

This time Chanyeol doesn't make an effort to fight your statement. He doesn't say "I loved her." He doesn't try to justify her actions. This time there's none of that. Just silence as he accepts the fact.

He pulls away from your arms first and rises to his full height before he offers his arm to you. You take it, and he effortlessly drags you up.

"I hate that you just saw me cry. Embarrassing."

You shrug your shoulders. "It's okay to cry about things, Channie. Life is shit, we're allowed to cry about it."

"I know," he breathes out. "I just... it's so stupid. I've known it since forever."

"It's not stupid." You let go of his hand, reluctantly and run them through your hair. "Remember what you said sweetheart," you finally make a gibe out of it and he finally cracks a smile.

"What did I say?"

"That I should let you know if I got uncomfortable. It seems that tonight it applies to you."

He uses a hand to wipe the traces of tears off his face. He must have forgotten what he said before the two of you walked into the party. The two of you are a team. For the next three weeks, you were going to be here just as you think he would be. Chanyeol is your... friend. And friends stick with each other. Regardless if you had a hot make-out session minutes ago. Simpler times. You can feel your body heat up by the mere reminder of it, so you shake your head to dispel the thoughts.

"Thank you," Chanyeol says with sincerity. "Really."

A lot could change in an hour and fifty minutes.

It seems that no matter how hard you try, you and Chanyeol just keep getting closer. You've seen him break down in tears and if anything you feel empathetic for him. Unlike you, his love doesn't drag him down. Unlike you, he's not running away from everything that could be. You didn't think anything about getting into this relationship with him, other than the fact that you got a model. Now, you think maybe you're getting more than you bargained for. Love is complicated and messy and it's something you don't want to associate with. But for a split second, you wonder what it'd be like to experience love with Chanyeol.

Not that boy from high school that broke your heart, not your mother that broke both you and your fathers. Both cheaters. Both the same as Mai. All of them without a concrete reason for doing what they did. They don't need one anyway, it's not like you can excuse a cheater. Frankly, you're quite obsessed with the concept of concrete. Concrete friendships, concrete photos, concrete life. You want things stable. If things are stable, then nothing can move it. Not the change of the tides, not the blowing winds. Stable is good. Stable connects you down to earth. Stable keeps you grounded.

But Chanyeol isn't the boy from your high school. He’s free but not reckless, he knows his limits. He knows what is true and what is false, he knows not to hold out hope for things that are a dead-end. His heart is kind and longs for the type of love that can last till kingdom come. But he's not stupid to believe any love that comes his way. He's definitely not your mother. And most importantly, you're certain he's not the same as Mai. Still, even with all these blazing facts, you’re adamant about not trusting this feeling, the feeling that maybe if it's Chanyeol it'll be okay. If it's him, then love doesn't need to be strange and ridiculously complicated.

With him, you think, it'll just be.

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sluttttyyylee19 · 7 years ago

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Interactive Chanyeol/Sehun AU in which Y/N goes to Korea to escape her traumatic past and meets people who help her move on from her wounds.

Hun/Yeol Fanfic

“Even if you guys don’t like it, you know I’m still going to Korea right? I need a fresh start and I have been planning this for months. Please don’t get mad at me for it now and tell me I can’t go. You know I’m going either way, I just don’t want any harsh feelings between us.”

“I know I was just hoping I would be able to talk you out of it last second. How are we ever going to see you when you live so far away?”

“It’s not like I will be living their permanently I can still come visit you guys. It’s only two years, that’s the same amount of time that I was away at college. If that even makes you feel any better. I still have a whole month before I leave.”

“How are you even prepared? Don’t you still have stuff to pack? How is it even getting there?”

“I already told you the company I am working for is going to be flying me out there dad. I have already sent all of my things from college with my assistant a few weeks ago. I will take my things from home with me on the plan and whatever is left over can be mailed to me later.”

“What about your roommates from college? Aren’t they going to miss you and be worried about you too?”

“Don’t worry its going to be fine mom. I planned this out guys just trust me. We can worry about the rest when it comes, just help me instead of pretending that I’m not leaving please.”

*One month later*

“Annyeonghaseyo. Welcome to Seoul!”

After way too many hours of flying in a metal death trap I finally arrived to the place I had been wanting to go to for three years. I had hoped for many things upon coming to Seoul, but I have never thought coming here would lead me to you. Even now I’m not sure if I would turn back the clock to erase all the bad, because then I might not meet you.

July 3, 2020, I headed to my new home in a moving van with my extremely chatty assistant. The same as any other Friday night all I wanted to do was lay down and cry. I had grown into a reclusive person over the years, and all I wanted to do was workout and relax to try to adjust to the fourteen hour time difference. The transition from small town Iowa to big city was going to be a lot for someone like me. I was just happy I requested to live in a smaller community outside of Seoul so that I wouldn’t have to feel constantly crowded by people. I finally arrived at my way to big for one person home, and was immediately overwhelmed with the amount of boxes inside. My assistant had been steadily trying to work out my things for me, but it appeared that she hadn’t gotten very far. I helped throw the rest of my stuff inside and sent everyone away. I had a meeting with the company tomorrow, and I just needed a night for myself. I found my room right away and dug out some workout clothes from an open box. All I wanted to do was get my mind off of all the stress from back home. There was a gym about three blocks from my home that I already had a membership with and I headed there without a second thought.

I struggled for many years to figure out who I wanted to be, but in college I finally started to figure myself out. I took teaching courses and decided I wanted to teach English to those who didn’t speak it. It was in my second year of college that the Miliguage company reached out to me. A company that wanted to teach soldiers in the United States allied countries English to create a more efficient way to work together. They wanted to send me to Korea to teach the soldiers there English. I was beyond excited and worked as hard as I could to go. I was the first person to take the job and because of that I gained many benefits. This is how I got my home and gym membership all paid for, as well as a high yearly salary. My friends all thought I only got the job to meet celebrities that would be in the military. Little did they know I didn’t even have to have the job for that to happen.

I arrived at the gym, feeling excited that I could work out in peace due to its small size. My manager told me it was an exclusive gym with only around ten to fifteen members a year, and that I would most likely not see others around when I went. I stuck my headphones in and walked straight to the punching bag after I entered. I spent over an hour punching, running, and listening to music so loud that I didn’t realize that someone else had walked in. I was singing aloud over my headphones having a good time, when I felt someone poke my shoulder.....

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lofitojii · 7 years ago

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Toxic [IX] Final

Summary: “We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.” -Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice. His dark demeanor is nothing more than a mystery to you. His dark past explains the reasoning of his desired passion to completely destroy every inch of your innocence.

Warning: Angst [M]

Word Count: 4.7k

AN: There will be one more part so look out for that shortly :) Thank you for reading. I’ve loved this story so much. Also, there’s a section in this part where the gif is what imagine him looking like.

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The sound of your alarm broke you away from your absent minded staring at the ceiling, drawing your attention to the bright red lights that flashed across the small black box. You reached out, pressing the off button to stop the loud noise from echoing throughout your room. The day had yet to start and you already couldn’t wait to crawl back into bed. You had woken up before the alarm had the chance to do so, laying in bed for what felt like forever until you finally realized you had to get up and go to work.

It has been a little over a couple months, the snow melting away, showing the bright colors of the newly blossomed flowers. It was usually your favorite time of year, the fresh feeling of spring brightening the dull mood of winter, but this year, your heart wept for the loss you had experienced that December.

The first little while, you didn’t hear anything from him. Junmyeon mentioned that he hadn’t really left the guest room. It took about two weeks before you finally got a call saying that he was okay. Junmyeon said that Chanyeol wasn’t ready to talk, but then again, neither were you.

You moved out of the small dorm room you had shared for so many years with Lisa, sharing the last half of the semester with some other roommate until you graduated. After that, you had moved to Seoul, taking the job with Vogue magazine as their new fashion article writer. You couldn’t keep putting things on hold for someone who didn’t want you to wait for them, so that’s what you did. You moved forward, trying your best to move on from the heartbreak.

You had gone through a lot in the last year, having your heart broken then mended, only to be broken once again but this time, the person didn’t have the intentions of seeking you out and hurting you. You did believe he loved you, that he was in love with you. But sometimes love has to wait, to be put on hold for the right time. Maybe he was the right guy, just the wrong time. Your mind always told you that maybe he just wasn’t the right guy, but you could tell he was.

You didn’t have time to wait for him though. You had your own future to focus on, graduating from your university on the honor roll, getting the position you had hoped for. You didn’t have much to complain about, being grateful for what you had accomplished. The only downside, you did miss your friends. You missed the late night phone calls with Sehun or the dinner dates with Kyungsoo. All of those things started to fade away when you all graduated. Kyungsoo was working at a high school, getting an offer at a college to be a professor, Sehun being a dance teacher at some big company. You had learned that sometimes you grow out of things to be able to start new ones. You still talked to them, not as much but they were still there.

You let your feet hang over the edge of your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you finally made your way to the bathroom to start your day. Your father, a little over a month ago, had asked you to return back to the school to give a presentation and to do a panel on your career after college. It would be you and a few other students from your graduating class that had stable jobs.

Part of your mind was hoping that maybe he would be there, but it wasn’t likely. You didn’t really know where Chanyeol ended up. Junmyeon made it pretty clear that Chanyeol didn’t want to be found, so you respected it. You were hurt, but you understood. You couldn’t keep holding onto false hope anymore, he was gone. You had to come to terms with it.

You arrived at the university after a two hour long drive, making your way to the music building which had the biggest stage and a decent amount of seats for a huge audience. You walked in, immediately spotting Kyungsoo from the distance. “Well look who we have here, Miss. Worldwide writer.” Kyungsoo couldn’t help but let his smile grow. He walked over, wrapping his arms around you, embracing you in his hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Don’t forget about me,” Sehun came up behind Kyungsoo, waiting his turn for you to hug him. You had missed them more than you thought, being in the same room as them again was nice.

“Who did my father end up inviting?” You questioned, looking around at several other students you didn’t really know. That’s when you spotted him, in the distance, sitting on a single chair while his attention was diverted towards his phone. You felt your heart completely drop as his hair was no longer the long brown style, rather pushed back and out of his face. He looked good, better than you had imagined.

“A few people,” Kyungsoo coughed, bringing your attention back to him. He stepped in front of your line of view, blocking so you couldn’t be distracted any more than you already were. You weren’t really expecting on seeing Chanyeol there, him being the last person you thought your father would have invited.

“Thank you all for agreeing on doing this,” your father stepped onto the stage, clapping his hands together. “I have set up a panel so that these students can ask questions based on your career. You will find your seat with your name behind you and we will start in a couple of minutes.” You found your way to the table, taking a seat where your name was sat. You were next to Kyungsoo and Sehun, something that didn’t really surprise you. Next to Sehun, Chanyeol. You still didn’t understand why he was here, your mind racing with multiple questions.

You found yourself staring, more of an admiration gesture than anything. He seemed a lot more built, healthier in a way. His jaw was structured, shoulders broader. He looked over, catching your eyes as you couldn’t pull away. His small smile left butterflies in your stomach. That smile of his still had your heart wrapped around his finger, causing you to feel the familiar suffocation, his actions clouding your thoughts.

“Thank you all for attending the future careers seminar. We have some of our very successful graduates here, ranging from teachers, artists, DJs, doctors, writers, you name it. The next hour or so the panel will be open to questions for you to ask. Please keep them about school or their career. I hope you find this both helpful and motivational. We will let our small panel introduce themselves.” Your father stepped aside, letting the audience take their time, coming up the microphone that was set up to start asking questions.

“Well, I guess I’ll start,” Kyungsoo said into the microphone in front of him. “I’m Do Kyungsoo, I am a high school teacher over in the next town. I started right out of college and I love it. I teach history and also an English class.” He looked over at you, signaling that it was your turn to go.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I am a fashion writer for Vogue magazine, writing articles on fashion shows, new trends, and designers. I started as soon as I graduated and have loved every second of it.”

“I’m Oh Sehun. I teach dance for SM company in Seoul. I didn’t start right out of school, taking a small break before I jumped into my career, but it’s been fun. I’ve met a lot of really cool and interesting people.” You looked over at Chanyeol, his posture changing as he leaned forward to talk into the mic. His voice was deep, echoing throughout the auditorium.

“Hi, I’m Park Chanyeol. I am a DJ for the late night talk show in Seoul. I don’t know if any of you have heard but I’m the host Loey.” You couldn’t believe what he was saying, hearing many times before the show when you were doing your work late at night.

The little seminar continued, students coming up and asking questions that were just general school questions. That was until one student stepped up. “I have a question of Chanyeol. Umm, what kept you motivated?” Chanyeol’s smile was bright, the way he was excited about the question.

“Good question. For the first three years, I didn’t really have any motivation. I just wanted to get out of here, to be honest. That was until I met this girl who really just kicked my ass. She was annoying but I graduated on time and if it wasn’t for her, then I probably wouldn’t have graduated.”

“What about the rest of you?” The student asked.

“That girl was Y/n here actually,” Sehun spoke up, looking over at you. “The four of us were really good friends our last year here. We used to call her bookworm because she was always studying but to be honest if it wasn’t for her, I think we would still be here goofing off.” You felt your cheeks go bright red, feeling the attention on you.

“Just keep your goal in mind,” you finally spoke up. “College is hard and staying motivated can be rough but that end goal, your dream job, is waiting at the end of this shithole mess. Also having a group of friends like I did really did make the college experience worth it.” Sehun rested his hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

You hadn’t known any of them your whole life, only forming a relationship with a few of them a few years after you had already started school. Your time was short with them, wishing you had a bit more time before you took off into the real world. But it wasn’t that way, instead, you had a few very special months with them. Moments you would grasp onto for your whole life.

The seminar came to a close, letting everyone to leave and do their own things. You wanted to reach out to Chanyeol, but you were scared. You wanted nothing more than to talk to him, hear his voice close to you, just having his presence near you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Dinner maybe?” Sehun asked, stretching his back out. “I want to try that new Thai place they put in down the street.” You stood there with Sehun and Kyungsoo, swinging your jacket over your button up blouse, hiding you from the evening breeze. It was starting to warm up but not enough where you could get away without wearing a jacket.

Chanyeol stepped outside, looking over at the small group, a small smile on his face. He walked over, standing next to Sehun. “Joining us tonight?” Kyungsoo asked, grabbing Chanyeol’s attention.

“I would love to.” Chanyeol smiled, turning around and walking with Sehun to his car where you would soon meet up with at the small restaurant. It was a nice evening, enjoying it with your friends.

“So tell us Miss Y/n. Have you met any interesting people?” Sehun asked, bringing his wine glass to his lips.

“I have met a lot of really interesting people. When you work in an industry like I do, it’s always full of surprises. What about you? SM? When did this happen?” Sehun just laughed and shook his head.

“I posted that dance video on my Instagram not too long ago and I got a call from one of the choreographers there and they offered me a position. Wait until you see NCT’s new dance. It’s pretty cool.”

“What about you, Yeol?” You asked, looking over in his direction. You could tell he had been looking at you majority of the night, feeling his eyes watch your every move. You didn’t mind this time around, you liked the attention. “DJ? Did you take my father’s friend up on his offer?”

“I did,” Chanyeol nodded. “I thought that maybe I could put my major to the test. It’s been fun though.”

“I’ve heard your show a couple of times when I attend meetings in Seoul. I hear you have a bit of a fanbase too,” Kyungsoo added in. Chanyeol’s smile grew, looking down at his empty plate then back up. His cheeks were beaming a bright red color, showing that he was proud but embarrassed. I typical Chanyeol type of characteristic.

You couldn’t help but admire his smile, the way he would hide his face away from everyone when he felt as if it was too big. When he was really happy, he would always get shy, trying his best to not let the redness of his cheeks show. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he wouldn’t hide and that’s when you really got to admire. No matter where your relationship stood with Chanyeol, his smile would always be your favorite thing.

Chanyeol had caught you admiring him from afar, his wide smile turning into a bit of a smirk as he caught your eye. You felt your own face burn at the small action, the familiar feeling of butterflies taking swarm in the bottom of your stomach. You weren’t afraid to admit it, you still had feelings for Chanyeol, they never left. The problem with your relationship with him before was that he was toxic and needed to figure himself out. Even now, you couldn’t initiate anything, not until he was ready. Who knows, he might have moved on, being a completely different person. It wasn’t what you wanted, but his happiness is what you wanted more than anything else.

Dinner came to an end, saying your goodbyes to your friends so they could go back to their lives. It was always hard saying goodbye, feeling a sense of emptiness when you saw them drive away in the opposite direction of you. It wouldn’t be the last time you would see them but you knew it was going to be a while.

When you arrived home, you set your keys down on your counter, placing your heels to the side and out of the way. You were tired from the long day you had, finally getting a break when you had arrived home. You hated to admit it, but you were quite lonely in the city. Granted, you worked most of the time but to come home to your small cat sometimes wasn’t enough.

You sat there, staring at the blank tv screen as Momo purred up next to you, resting her small body on your lap. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Chanyeol. You were so nervous to talk to him, to even look at him. Your feelings were still so strong for him. It was comforting to see he was doing good, to see he really had gotten better. He seemed more confident, and not in a cocky way either. He seemed to be happy.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a knock at the door. You moved Momo off of your lap, her meow echoing, knowing she was upset. When you opened the door, Joongi stood there, hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. He wasn’t dressed in his usual stuck up attire, being dressed in a hoodie and pair of jeans. “Hi,” you breathed, being taken back but his sudden presence.

“Um hi,” he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I’m coming to pick up that paperwork from you. Your dad needs it for his meeting tomorrow.” You had forgotten that Joongi had started working for your father after he was kicked out of school for having alcohol on campus.

“Oh right. They’re in the office. I’ll go grab them.” You moved aside so that Joongi could come in so he wasn’t standing out in the cold. As much as you despised Joongi, you were civil with him. He was around more than you would like, but there was no use in hating a man when he lives with the reminder every day.

You walked back to your office, looking around at the pile of papers that you had yet to sort. You felt something drop onto the floor, the gold chain catching your attention. The pendant that Chanyeol had given you for Christmas laid on the floor, still with a broken hook that you had yet to fix. You reached down, picking it up and placing it back on your desk in hopes to finally get a new hook for it at some point. You remember the day it broke, your heart sinking as the necklace fell to the ground. It wasn’t on purpose, it just got stuck in your hair, breaking the clasp as you tried to undo it.

You looked down at the necklace, wanting to come back to it soon before you decided to finally leave your small office area. You overheard Joongi talking to someone, and it wasn’t a phone call. You peered around the corner, seeing Joongi standing across from Chanyeol.

“What the hell do you want?” Joongi asked, Chanyeol’s face filled with anger. Your heart was racing, feeling a sense of worry take over as you thought back to the night Chanyeol nearly killed Joongi.

“What are you doing here?” Chanyeol asked, keeping his voice steady and calm.

“Why does it matter to you?” Joongi asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You could Chanyeol was confused, upset would be the right word. His facial expression making it clear.

You wanted to walk out, you wanted to call out for Chanyeol, but you were frozen. Too in shock from the fact that Chanyeol was at your house. He hadn’t called, hadn’t even made it known that he was already back in the city.

“Tell her I stopped by,” Chanyeol said, going to turn around to walk in the opposite direction. Joongi laughed, a smug look on his face.

“She won’t care. She’s moved on.” Chanyeol stopped, his back tense from the small comment made. You knew what Joongi was doing but you were too in shock to call him out. It felt as if your feet were glued to the ground, making impossible to move.

Chanyeol turned around, his jaw tense. You felt your whole body shut off, hoping that he wasn’t going to swing at Joongi. Instead, he let out a deep breath, relaxing his body. “If you really loved her, you would leave her alone. That girl has so much going for her that neither of us deserves her. You hurt her, destroyed her, and yet you come back knowing how much that killed her. I may have done some damage but I never did what I meant to do intentionally knowing it was going to hurt her. You’re a worthless piece of shit that doesn’t deserve any ounce of her kindness. Do what’s best for her, and just leave her alone. I’ll do the same because it’s what’s best for her. She doesn’t need someone like us to weigh her down. Do what’s best for her, not you.” Joongi was silent, at a loss for words. Chanyeol turned around, slamming the door behind him as he did so, leaving Joongi speechless.

You walked out into the living area, a scowel prominent on your face. “Here.” You said, handing Joongi the signed papers. “Now get the hell out of my house.”

“Y/n,” he scoffed. “You don’t really believe that guy, do you? He nearly killed me!”

“Yeah, and I might actually kill you if you don’t get the fuck out of my house.” He knew he had crossed a line, your words coming out harsher than you had anticipated. Joongi didn’t argue, he took the papers from your hands and left. No matter how hard you tried, you felt as if the world wasn’t on your side the moments you needed them most. Why had Chanyeol decided to show up now? When you felt as if you had a chance of moving on, letting him be, he decided to show up.

You ran your hands through your hair, trying to comprehend what had just happened, debating whether or not to call Chanyeol. You knew you wanted to. You had been wanting to talk to him since you two went your separate ways.

Impulse.

You needed to see him.

You grabbed your coat from the couch, pulling it on over your white blouse and black skirt you had yet to change out of. You pulled your phone out, scrolling through your contact list in hopes to find someone who might have Chanyeol’s new address. You know Junmyeon was out of the question so you skipped over his name. Sehun was the only other person you could think of.

From Sehun [09:45 PM]: Here’s his address. Don’t tell him I told you. Good luck.

You looked up his address, being that it was only a few blocks away from your own apartment. You needed to clear your mind so you thought maybe walking would be the best option. The sky was clear, beaming with bright stars that seemed to make the city seem a bit more alive than usual. It was cold, the spring air nipping at your nose as you tried your best to speed up your walking. You tried to clear your mind, thinking about what you were planning on saying to Chanyeol when you saw him.

You missed him, that was for sure. You wanted him to know that you missed him, that you wanted to be with him again, but you knew you couldn’t ask him for that. You had originally planned on just asking why he had shown up at your place without calling, why he had been ignoring you, the answer being the main reason you were afraid to ask. It wasn’t that you were afraid of the answer, you were afraid the answer was going to be something you didn’t want to hear.

You arrived at the house, his car sitting in the driveway as you walk alongside the sidewalk, coming to the long cement pathway that lead up to his door. The house was bigger than you thought but it really didn’t surprise you. The hesitation in your breath and footsteps were uneven as you walked up to the front door. You could feel your chest tightening as you got closer. You let out a deep breath before knocking on the door, your whole body feeling numb as you waited. It was a couple of minutes before he finally answered, his expression as surprised as yours was. “Y/n?”

“Hi,” you whispered. You felt your whole body shiver, Chanyeol taking notice and inviting you in. He closed the door behind you, leading you into the kitchen area where he had his laptop and papers thrown around on the counter. “I didn’t mean to come while you were working.”

“What? Oh, it’s okay. I was just working on a new song,” he shrugged, playing it off. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“I uh,” you hesitated a little before finally speaking. “You came to my place earlier.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t seem all too happy, most likely due to the face your ex was there when he showed up, you nowhere to be seen.

“We’re not together, me and him. He’s working for my dad and needed to pick something up. I don’t know why he felt the need to do what he did.”

“Why didn’t you stop him?” Chanyeol seemed hurt, his voice soft the way he asked the question. It broke your heart whenever he had such a soft voice.

“I didn’t know what to say. You showed up without letting me know. I was confused,” you shrugged. You couldn’t make eye contact with him, the idea of seeing his expression was too much. Chanyeol let out a sigh, running a hand through his unstyled hair, only to have it fall back over his forehead. “Why did you come anyway? You ignore my calls, tell people to keep your address away from me?”

“I wasn’t ready to see you yet. I couldn’t hurt you anymore than I already did,” he finally spoke. He began to pace like he would normally do when he was stressed or anxious. His voice was deep, more out of control and shaky. “I stayed with Junmyeon for a while, just trying to figure out what I was going to do. That’s when I decided I needed to finish school online, keep my distance from everyone, especially you. I went to AA, get my drinking under control. It wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago that I was ready to contact you, but I didn’t want to just barge in. Not after you having that huge interview. I wanted to give you space, let you live your life. I wasn’t going to show up tonight but…” He paused, finally stopping and looking directly at you. His features were soft, making him look vulnerable. He stepped towards you, your heart beating with every inch that closed between you. “After today, I knew I couldn’t stay away any longer. You looked so good, I couldn’t stop staring at the seminar. I only said yes to your father if I knew you were going to be there.”

“Chanyeol,” you whispered, his body closing the gap between the two of you as he lifted his hand to move a strand of hair from your face. You could feel your cheeks burning, the rosy blush color filling your face as his touch grazed across your skin.

“I miss you Y/n. I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through but fuck, I missed you.” He didn’t hesitate to press his lips against yours, pulling you closer to his body as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss was passionate, the way he kept pressing himself closer to you. You wanted to hang on for dear life, feeling like you couldn’t breathe if you pulled away. He detached himself from you, his smile growing as he pressed small kisses to your lips.

When you had first met Chanyeol, you managed to spill coffee all over his black sweater, your whole world spinning as he stood there in front of you. You remember how intimidating and beautiful he was, at a loss for words when he confronted you. You didn’t know you would end up falling for him, being here in his arms as he gushed about how much he missed you, how lucky he had been to have met you. You didn’t think you would spend endless nights at his place, taking him to gala’s with you on your arm, introducing him to some of the most amazing fashion designers in the world. You didn’t know that he had been writing his songs based on you and him, playing them on his radio show for everyone to hear. You didn’t know he was going to be the man you were going to fall in love with, spending every good and bad moment together. You thought it was a crush, something that would fade into nothing since he was so much different than you. He was toxic, a monstrosity of chaos and bad influences. You were innocent, having yet known what it was like to be apart of such a lifestyle.

You didn��t regret meeting Chanyeol, you never would. You had met out of chance, dare you say luck. If someone were to tell you three years ago you would fall in love with a man like him, you wouldn’t believe them. Now, you would thank them.

“Stay the night?” Chanyeol whispered, pulling you from your thoughts. You smiled, nodding as he kissed you once more. You were where you wanted to be, where you felt you needed to be. “Hey Y/n?”

“Hmm?” You hummed, your head still floating around on cloud nine. Chanyeol smiled, leaning over and pressing his lips to your cheek.

“I love you.” It had been so long since you heard those words come from his mouth. Your heart still raced just like it did the first time, his voice still full of sincerity and compassion.

He was an unpleasant at times, crude, unbearable to others. But this meant nothing to you for you had truly fallen in love with him.

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xerceii · 3 years ago

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I met you last Monday

Pairing: Chanyeol/OC

Genre: Romance/Fantasy/drama

Plot: Chanyeol is one of the worlds biggest rock stars who’s getting ready to set off on their tenth anniversary tour with his band exo. Before he does he wishes that he can do this tour and move on with no regrets in life. He wakes up to find himself ten years in the past in his old apartment with a past he wanted to forget.

Warnings: Topics of suicide, depression, drug abuse and other stuff might be mentioned. 17+

Note: I made this a long time ago as part of my “Careful what you wish for” series that I never did. The first story to this would be Visible with Sehun/OC pairing that you can read here. (You do not need to read Visible to understand this one)

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omyeol · 6 years ago

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ten seconds - iii

word count: 5,807

genre: fluff, humor

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Back in college, you were a pretty active student union member who helped around when it came to making plans for MT. You remembered Junmyeon trusting you to be the person who planned out the main event for the whole thing and you ended up not having peaceful sleep until the whole thing was done and over with. The preparation was a pain in the ass and you used up all your free time to come with Junmyeon and the others—including Chanyeol too—to check the places and overall to discuss everything.

There were a lot of limits back then; whether it was the accommodation or the funds—mostly the funds because you were only a college student. That kind of stuff caused a lot of headaches because everyone had to be quick to solve the problems, whether it was to cut some fundings on one side or to come up with creative solutions to earn more money. It was hard and so draining, but you realized now that it helped you in the long run.

It certainly helped you now as you and Chanyeol scouted the potential places for the company workshop. While Chanyeol did the most talking with the marketing person from the hotel you visited, your brain automatically did the calculation if everyone would fit in the ballroom or if there is an outdoor space that’s enough to do the outdoor games. You weren’t the person in charge to do that, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Jongdae should’ve come with us,” you spoke up for the first time once Chanyeol had finished talking with the marketing manager of the hotel. He had left you and Chanyeol alone in the lobby after showing you both around.

“Huh? Why?” He asked casually, eyebrows shooting up in confusion.

“Because he’s the person in charge for the main event?” Hearing your words, the man in front of you blinked his eyes and the realization finally hit him.

“Oh, right…” he trailed off. “Should we ask him to come the next time?” Next time? There’s a next time?

“Well, yeah, I think that would be wise.” You couldn’t help but say. It felt like it was a proper thing to say since you couldn’t just back out on a thing you just said not even a minute ago. Jongdae really should’ve come with you and Chanyeol since he would be the one who organized the whole team-building games.

When the two of you finally left the hotel, it was already dark outside. Checking the time in your phone, it was almost eight p.m. You had spent almost six hours, but had only visited two places—and only one place that really tickled both of your interests.

“How many places should we visit actually? Do we still need to go to another?” The walk to the parking lot was quiet, the sound of your heels against the road was the one you decided to focus on. Chanyeol was quietly walking beside you, leaving quite a space between the two of you that gave you enough room to keep your head clear.

“Well, we have two more places to check, but we can do that another time… Preferably this weekend, if you’re not busy?” You hummed, trying to remember if you had some plans for the weekend.

“I have lunch plans with my parents this Saturday. We can do it after lunchtime if you’re okay with that,” you decided, turning to flash him a small, unsure smile which caused the man beside you to nod rapidly.

“Ah, okay, then.” Chanyeol unlocked his car and you both got in, eager to be finally sitting again after standing and walking around the hotel for so long. He calmly started the car and put on his seatbelt—you did too—and you couldn’t help but watch him from your peripheral vision, still not getting used to being in the same car with him. Just the two of you.

“So, uh, how are your parents?” Chanyeol asked, catching you off guard, once he finally started to drive.

“They’re both fine. Healthy, most importantly.” A surge of warmth flooded over you at the memory of your latest phone call with your parents—which was last week. Knowing that your parents were healthy and happy was the only thing you had ever wanted.

“Good, good,” he mumbled over his breath. “They’re still pestering you to give him grandchildren?” You frowned over his question, trying to remember if you had mentioned your parents or anything related to your family before, and once you did, you remembered it was really a while ago. A while ago as in about three months ago when you sat on the same table with him during a company dinner.

You remembered you were a bit tipsy that day—Junmyeon bought a good, expensive wine that you couldn’t pass up—and while you couldn’t remember much other than complaining to Junmyeon about the blind dates he made you go through, you clearly had talked about your family too.

(And their question about life partner—their words, not yours—and grandchildren might have slipped out of your mouth too.)

“Unfortunately, yes,” you breathed out with a chuckle. “Just the other day they asked me about a date I went to a while ago. I don’t know how they found about, or who told them about it, but gosh. It’s hard when you’re the only child in the house.”

“How were those dates, though? Anyone got you interested?” You couldn’t help but glance at him for a second, not believing that he just asked you that question.

“To be honest, none of them really left an impression to me, you know?” You leaned your head back on the headrest and let out a sigh.

“It must be frustrating,” he commented and you nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly.

“I mean, those guys were really nice… and really nice-looking, but none of them got to me. I couldn’t find a connection with them. And there are times where I got so annoyed because I wasted my time and energy and still couldn’t get what I want, but on the other hand, I kind of felt glad that I went because at least I managed to get a few friends out of it.”

Your mind drifted back to all those dinners you had gone to. Junmyeon and your roommate might have made you go to dinner with men of their pick, but none of them really stood out in your eyes. It might be cliche, but you didn’t find a connection with them. Some dates left you feeling annoyed for wasting your time and money on things that irritated you, but some dates left their marks in your phone, labeled as friends.

“What kind of guy you’d think you could find a connection with?” The question was unexpected and really, you had never really thought of an answer fitting to that question.

All this time, all you felt during those dates were either how you felt uncomfortable or how you decided things wouldn’t work out between you and whoever sat across the table. You also realized that although you had a tiny crush on Chanyeol, you had never thought of him whenever you had gone to those dates—probably because deep down you knew he would never be the one who sat across the table. You also never thought of what kind of man you’d find a connection with too.

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it, actually,” you ended up saying. “I guess I just want to be with someone who gets me, someone who makes me comfortable enough so I can be myself around him.”

It was quiet after you spoke. The words you just let out of your mouth spun around in your brain, mustering up endless scenarios of things you could do once you found this man—whoever he was.

“What about you? Have you ever gone to those kinda dates?” You asked, eager to shift the topic away from you.

“I tried, but stopped after a few times.” Glancing at him, you saw him flexing his grip on the steering wheel. “It’s just… Somehow it didn’t feel right. There’s this one girl who was really brave and bold and she kind of invited me for, uh, you know,” you didn’t need to be a genius to guess what he meant by that, “and I just knew there would be no dates whatsoever after that. I decided to wait and let the fate works on its own.”

You shouldn’t be surprised, really, that of course, someone would invite him to stay the night and do something. Chanyeol was a clean-cut, good-looking man who never failed to show up looking nice to the office. It seemed like a habit, so of course, he would clean up real nice for dates and of course those women couldn’t resist asking him that.

“I mean, well… I know I have, uh, needs too, but it’s just— It didn’t feel right, you know?” You knew exactly what he meant, but too bad your moral compass was a bit more fucked up than him. You didn’t exactly decline it when you got the offer to do it after the date. Sure, you had your own criteria too—it wasn’t like you said yes to everyone, you were smarter than that—but you clearly were lacking the self-control that Chanyeol had.

And you admired him for it. You wished you had better self-control than that.

“Yeah, I know exactly how you feel,” you spoke in a small voice. “Sometimes it’s hard, but yeah…” you trailed off.

The rest of the drive back to your apartment was quiet. Well, no, not really. The radio filled in the comfortable silence and sometimes you or Chanyeol would hum when a song you recognized came on the radio. Every now and then you would glance at the man next to you only to catch him flexing his hands over the steering wheel or smiling to himself as if he just thought of something. Your heart—the damn thing—was slightly out of control when you heard Chanyeol humming or catching him smiling to himself. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, but your heart was really trying to make it into a big deal.

It felt nice, though. His humming was calming enough that you almost drifted off to sleep if your phone didn’t vibrate and ring loudly, interrupting the calm atmosphere in the car.

Chaeun’s picture was flashing across your phone screen and you let out a sigh, catching Chanyeol’s attention. You were contemplating whether you should answer the call or not—you weren’t in the mood to talk on the phone, especially with her—but Chanyeol gave you the push.

“Go on, answer your phone. It’s alright.” Flashing him a small, grateful smile, you swiped on the phone screen.

“Hello?”

“My dearest cousin-in-law, where are you? Why aren’t you home yet?” You held the urge to let out a sigh at her question, instead focused on what she just called you. Chaeun sounded way too perky to you that you hoped she could tone it down a little bit.

“Are you marrying Jongin? Oh my God.” When the words were out of your mouth, you could actually feel the goosebumps rising on your skin. The thought of having Chaeun as your family member officially kind of threw you out of the loop a little bit.

“Huh? No, I’m not. Or not yet. Whatever,” she sounded confused as if she just didn’t make you confused with her words before.

“You just called me cousin-in-law. What the fuck, Eun?” From your peripheral vision, you could see Chanyeol turning his head a little bit to glance at you with furrowed eyebrows before putting his focus back on the road.

“Forget it, I was trying to be sweet.” You could hear her scoffing from the other line. “Where are you, though? Why aren’t you home yet?”

“I am on my way home, actually.”

“Oh, good, good,” she murmured. “Hey, could you buy me some pads? I’m running out of it and I think my period is coming tonight.”

You let out an audible sigh. “Just grab some from my drawer. I’ll buy it tomorrow, I’m planning to go grocery shopping anyway. Or just tell your boyfriend to buy it for you.”

“Jongin might freak out for a second, but I’m definitely gonna try that. Thank you, boo.” You hummed out a ‘no problem’ before hanging up the call. Letting out a sigh, you locked your phone and kept it in your grip as you turned your head to watch the road passing by. Gratitude washed over you because the traffic wasn’t really bad.

“Do you need to buy something from the convenience store? We can—”

“No, no, it’s alright. It’s all handled,” you cut him before he could finish his words. As much as you wanted to do your grocery shopping at this very moment, your desire to be back home as soon as you could rival out the opportunity of spending more time with Chanyeol.

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s just some pads, anyway,” you breathed out.

“Huh?”

“I said, it’s just some pads, anyway.” You turned your head to watch him, trying to gauge his expression. For a few seconds, he kept furrowing his eyebrows and jutted his lower lip out a little bit as if he was trying to solve a complicated problem.

It took him a moment before he realized what you meant. “Oh, right. Nevermind, then.” The way he blinked his eyes rapidly and fumbled in his seat was adorable you couldn’t fight off the smile to stretch across your face. If only it was still bright outside and the sunshine pierced through the window, you were pretty sure you could see the pink tint on his cheeks. But being in the darkness like this worked on your favor too, because maybe he couldn’t see the smile across your face that bloomed because of him.

The rest of the ride back to the apartment was mostly spent in silence between the two of you with the faint voice from the radio filling in the car. At some point, you heard his phone ring but he let it ring until it stopped. You offered to answer it for him if he wanted, but he calmly said that he could just call back whoever called him. His phone rang again, though, when the car was already parked in the basement parking lot. Glancing at his phone screen, you realized that it was Junmyeon calling him. You let out a chuckle.

“What?” Chanyeol asked as he turned to face you, unbuckling his seatbelt and grabbing his phone to decline the call.

“Dose Junmyeon bother you a lot? Calling you after office hours like this.” You both got out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the building.

“Sometimes, only when he has no one to bother,” he answered casually and you hummed. “Why? Did he call you too?”

“He did it a few times before, but I snapped at him this one time when he caught me at a bad time.” You chuckled at the memory of Junmyeon calling you when you were spending a night in with a man and he couldn’t stop asking about a meeting that was still a week away.

“Yeah, he tended to do that.” It was silent again when you both were in the elevator. Watching the number go up until it reached your floor, your heart did its usual flip—like how it usually did every time you’re in an elevator—and to calm it down, you took a deep breath.

“You okay?” Feeling Chanyeol’s eyes on you from your right, you just nodded your head at his question. Once the elevator finally reached your floor, you let out a loud sigh of relief. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your door.” You were surprised but didn’t show it. Instead, let this fuzzy feeling inside took over you and enjoyed his company a little bit more.

The hallway was a bit dimly lit and the light cast over him once you both stopped walking in front of your door. “So, this is me.” You gestured to the door behind you and slightly looked up to see his face. For a split second, he kept his eyes on the door number, his eyes furrowing a bit as if he tried to memorize it in his mind.

“I’ll text you later, okay? About this weekend’s plan…” He trailed off.

“Yeah, we’ll just text about that.” He nodded. “So, uh, thank you for today, Chanyeol. For today’s lunch. Next time I’ll buy yours.” He waved it off casually, a small smile blossoming on his beautiful face.

“No need, it’s fine.” He was quick to decline, but you brushed it off. The next time you met him again, you’d buy him lunch… or dessert. “Okay, so, I think I’ll just leave now so you can rest.”

“Yeah, rest well, Chanyeol.” Nodding at you once, he turned and walked towards the elevator, leaving you standing alone in front of your door. You watched until he pressed the button up before pressing the code on your door lock system. The green light signaled that the door was unlocked, but before you could walk into your apartment, you heard Chanyeol calling your name.

Letting your hand go from the doorknob, you leaned back a little bit to take a good look at him. He turned around, ignoring the elevator that was coming up to your floor. His focus was on you, although you couldn’t ignore the way he kept clenching and unclenching his fist and scratching the side of his suit pants.

“What is it?” You asked, your normal tone sounding a bit louder than you expected in the quiet hallway.

“What if it was me?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What if it was me who went on that kind of date with you? Would you find a connection with me?”

You stared at him as if he just grew two heads. You wanted to think that he was just kidding, that this was one of those moments where his brain and his mouth didn’t cooperate that well. You wanted to think a lot of things, since never in a million years you guessed Park Chanyeol would ask you that kind of question. He didn’t stand that far from you, and from what you could see, the look across his face basically told you that he wasn’t joking with you.

The hallway lamps that lit above him, casting a warm hue over him and emphasizing the serious—and nervous and hopeful—look across his face. On a time like this, you knew you could find your answer in his eyes. The very same eyes that stared at you intently as if he had a lot to tell you but he let his expressive eyes do the job. The way he acted was so different than the one you usually saw in the office—and earlier this afternoon too—and it felt like you were just seeing another layer of Chanyeol that you just found.

Would you? Would you find it with him?

It must have been nerve-wracking for him, waiting for you to answer his question. But in the end, you let out the first thing that crossed your mind.

“I don’t know,” you ended up saying, but before he could misunderstand, you continued your words. “But from what I know so far, I think I would.”

And that was enough for him. That was enough to keep the smile and the lovely dimple on his face as he flashed you the most flattering smile you had ever seen before he walked into the elevator and let the door close between the two of you, leaving you in the hallway with his unexpected words that still lingered in your brain.

What did that mean? Why did he ask that question?

Those two words seemed to have found its place permanently inside your brain because that was mainly all you could think of all night. His questions bothered you to the point where even when you slept, you dreamed of a man with expressive eyes and dimpled smile sitting across the table from you in a sandwich shop somewhere in the city.

“My baby.” It wasn’t a surprise that your mother was the dramatic one in the family. Thankfully, you didn’t inherit that quirk because your own mother was already enough to fill the spaces. Your small family clearly didn’t need another one.

“Hi, Ma,” you greeted, accepting her hug and glancing at your father who stood a few steps behind your mother. He looked just a tiny bit uncomfortable as he watched you and your mother hugging, his grip on the overnight bag in his hand tightening a bit. You could see his gaze couldn’t stop darting around as if to check if there was anyone who stared at you both.

“Is it just me or are you getting skinnier?” Your mother asked as you pulled back from her hug. She still kept you in an arm’s length, though, running her gaze from the top of your head to the tip of your shoes. “Are you eating good? Ah, I should’ve bring something else other than kimchi.”

Typical mother, you thought as you let out an airy chuckle.

“I’m eating well, I promise, all those three meals and occasional late-night snack on the weekend,” you answered her question nonetheless with an easy smile on your face.

“Is it Junmyeon, then? Is he working you too hard?” There was a crease on her forehead that you wanted to soothe out.

“No, no, Ma. Work is the usual. Everything is fine, I promise. You don’t have to worry.” Leaning in, you planted a chaste kiss on her cheek before letting yourself out of her bubble to approach your father who’s waiting so patiently.

“We always worry about you. It’s basically our job.” That was the first words you heard out of your father’s mouth of the day. Knowing him, words were limited but you’d pay attention to it as much as you could.

“Hi, Pa.” Your father wasn’t as affectionate as your mother, so you settled with a one-armed, brief hug.

“Hey.” Pulling away from you, he flashed you a smile, the corner of his lips pushing to the side. You memorized that smile and tucked the memories in a box in a part of your brain. “Should we get going?”

Every time the three of you went out, you always had udon for lunch. Your parents had become quite obsessed with it, and every time you went out together, your mother always made sure that the three of you had it for lunch or dinner. It had started about a year ago and it continued like almost like a tradition—almost like how your father always kimchi fried rice for breakfast every time you went home for a weekend. It was nice to have a tradition like this, a thing that you could pass to your family in the future—when you had kids later with the man of your choice.

“So, have Junmyeon set up a date for you again?” Looking up from your bowl of udon, you flashed your mother a confused look. You knew she caught wind of whatever dates you had gone through in the past, but that was from Chaeun and she only told your parents when they came over and she lost her own filter. “It had been… how long is it? It’s been pretty long, isn’t it?”

It seemed like your mother kept track like she had someone who had been feeling her info. You knew it wasn’t Junmyeon though, he only met your parents once and that was a while ago when you were still in college.

“I’ve been busy,” you ended up saying. Tearing your gaze away from your mother, you glanced at your father who kept his eyes on the food in front of him and looked like he didn’t want any part in whatever it was your mother was planning.

Your mother hummed and dropped her chopsticks gently, leaning forward a bit as if she had some secrets to tell. “So, I’ve been thinking. Why don’t you just date Junmyeon? He’s a handsome young man and you’ve known each other for a while, right?”

If you had food in your mouth, you were sure you would’ve choked on it. Her words sounded like she was just joking, a hint of tease underlining her words. But it was the look across her face that told you she was serious as if it’s a life-or-death situation. Knowing her, though, she could’ve actually thought it was a life-or-death situation.

“Ma, Junmyeon is my boss. And yes, we may have known each other for so long, but I can’t see him as something more than a brother,” you tried to reason. “It’d be really weird to date him.”

“Then what about the guy you went a date before? Kyungsoo, I guess? Is that what his name? I forgot…” she trailed off, casually picking her chopsticks and continued eating while you stared at her in disbelief. Where did she know all this stuff? Who told her all of this?

“Kyungsoo? But-”

“I heard he’s working at a publishing company. You’ve always wanted to work at a publishing company, right? Why don’t you get in touch with him again?” You might have mentioned the dates you went on in the past, but never in great details. Only Chaeun and Jongin—and Junmyeon too but you knew he didn’t talk to your parents—knew about it.

Of course. Those two.

“He’s just a friend and we don’t like each other like that.” Glancing at your father every, you prayed that he got the hint and would help you out before you looked down at your food once again. The appetite seemed to have gone, though.

“Just let her be, hon. If you keep asking her about a man, she’ll be pressured and ended up not bringing one home at all.” Thankfully, your father got the hint and that was enough to stop your mother from questioning you about your lack of love life.

However, your mother was quick to ask about Jongin and Chaeun’s relationship—whether they’d be marrying anytime soon. Although you were itchy to tell her about Chaeun calling herself your cousin-in-law the other day, you didn’t tell your mother about it. If you told her about it, you knew she would tell Jongin’s mother and it could quickly turn into a huge deal because how gossipy your family was.

After lunch was finished, the three of you walked around the mall. You told your parents that you had a work thing that you couldn’t miss out and as usual, your mother complained that you shouldn’t be working on the weekend and that she’d like to talk to Junmyeon—you didn’t tell her it was actually not him—about it and want you to work lesser hours—my gosh. For a split second, you were actually thinking of telling your mother that it was not Junmyeon, but you didn’t want to drag Chanyeol to this and be questioned about the man you’d been crushing on since a long time ago.

Just as Chanyeol crossed your mind for a second, your phone was ringing and it was a phone call from him.

“Hello?” You answered after excusing yourself from your parents for a little bit, leaving your father to help your mother choosing a knitted sweater.

“Hey.” His deep voice sounded so good like it was a breath of fresh air you didn’t know you needed. “Uh, look, I don’t mean to rush you or anything, but are you-”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m done, actually. I just had to drop my parents off at my apartment and then we can go.”

“Uh, where are you right now?” You told him that you were at the mall and there was silence for a second before he ended up saying. “I’m actually near. Why don’t I pick you up? We can drop your parents off on our way.” Oh no.

While it would really nice, you couldn’t. You couldn’t because then your parents would know of Chanyeol and who knew what your mother would say. Chanyeol then would be dragged into whatever mess you and your mother had created and you would really spare yourself from endless questions about Chanyeol.

So, no, you’d rather take a taxi and drop your parents off by yourself.

“Yes, sure, okay.” Too bad, your brain and your mouth weren’t in sync. If there was a wall nearby, you would lean and probably bang your head against it once or twice to knock some sense into your brain.

“Great! I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. I’ll call you again when I’m close.”

You didn’t tell your parents, though, that Chanyeol would be picking the three of you. You just told them that you had to go and that you wanted to drop them off first at your apartment before you went on your way. That’s why your parents were shocked to see a huge ass, fancy car pulling up in front of you and even more shocked when they saw a very handsome man stepping out of the car to greet you and them.

Your mother looked over the moon when Chanyeol introduced himself as your colleague and friend. It wasn’t hard to know that your mother had already been planning your wedding with Chanyeol in her head. And your father… your father was usually calm and collected and didn’t show many emotions on his face, but this time, he actually turned to face you and gave you a look.

Chanyeol was oblivious to it all. He was all smiles when he helped your parents get into his car—he even opened the door for them and helped your father with their bags. While you knew that he was more attentive and caring towards the elderly, you had never seen it with your own pair of eyes.

“Ready to go?” He asked once you’re all sitting in his care comfortably with the air conditioner blasted high to beat the heat outside. You murmured a small ‘yes’ and Chanyeol began to drive… and so began the questioning from your mother.

As usual, your mother started from the basic. The questions ranged from how long he’d known you—your mother was surprised when he said he’d known you since high school—and how it felt to be working together with you—at this question, you knew your mother was holding back a gasp when Chanyeol casually answered that he didn’t have many chances to work together with you until recently. You desperately wanted to tune out their conversations, but you couldn’t, especially when your mother finally asked the final question.

“Are you dating anyone?”

“Ma, I think it’s quite enough,” you warned quietly.

“It’s okay,” Chanyeol reassured you quickly. “Unfortunately, no. It’s just, it’s been hard trying to a person who gets me and my demanding work hours. I think your daughter can relate to that too.”

“Ah, you both are quite alike, aren’t you?” Your mother mused out loud. “When I asked her about it, she just said the same thing. I think it’d be nice if you two—”

“Oh, we’re here!” You quickly interrupted your mother’s words. Chanyeol let out an amused chuckle as he stopped the car in front of your apartment building. Eager to see your parents off, you opened the door and slid out, waiting outside until your parents got out of the car too.

Chanyeol, being the sweet man, also got out of the car to say goodbye to your parents. “It’s really nice to see you today. I hope I’ll have the chance to see you again in the future.” Your mother swooned at his words and you and your father shared a look. This was bad.

“Of course, Chanyeol. You’re welcome to see us again in the future. Maybe next time you can visit us at Gangneung.” The huge smile across your mother’s face when she said those words were scaring you. Chanyeol, the charmer, just laughed it off and proceed to tell you that he’d be waiting in the car to give you time with your parents.

“I can’t believe you actually asked him those questions. He’s my boss, Ma,” you finally spoke what you had been wanting to say.

“It’s fine.” Again, she waved it off like it was no big deal. You just scoffed and turned to your father for help. “Don’t turn to him for help. He agrees with me on this one.” You widened your eyes in disbelief at your father which only earned a shrug from your father.

Realizing that there was no way you could win this one, you just shook your head at them. “I’ll see you tonight, okay? I promise I won’t be home too late.”

“Okay, darling.” You leaned in to give your mother a brief hug, but she held you before you could pull away and whisper in your ear. Your eyes widened to the size of saucers and you felt like you could faint from her words alone. That was how much you were terrified and shocked because of it.

“Your babies would be so cute and adorable if you married him.”

Your mother patted your shoulder casually and flashed you one last smile before turning around and walking away from you as if she didn’t just say those words. Her words resonated deep in your brain even after your parents were out of your sight. And if it wasn’t Chanyeol’s voice calling you, you probably would’ve still rooted on that spot for a while.

“Hey, you okay?” Chanyeol asked when you were finally in his car again. At his question, you couldn’t help but turn to face him, looking at the way his hair fall onto his forehead, covering it completely. His wide eyes looked so clear and sparkly and if you stared it too long, you felt like you could drown in it.

“I’m okay,” you answered in a small voice once you finally found your voice again.

As if to make the situation even worse for you, Chanyeol flashed you his trademark smile—the one where his dimples made an appearance—and you knew you were doomed. Because even after he turned his face again to the front and started driving again, all you could think of was how your mother’s words were right.

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