#chanyeol fanficton

[lofitojii]

idfc [ I ]

Plot: It’s all fun and games with him until it’s not anymore. He’s not that type of guy, yet you still holdout. 

Warning: Strong language, smut, angst. 

Word count: 1.7k

Instagram: lqxpcy 

“Y/n if you don’t answer your damn phone, I swear to god I will come there and rip you out of your house with my own bare hands,” you heard Sehun’s voice boom through the phone. You just shook your head and threw your phone to the side, ignoring the voicemail your friend had left for you. You pulled the blue blanket over your bare toes, bringing it up to your chest, snuggling deeper into the blanket. You flipped through channels on the television, in hopes to find something worth watching. You did this almost every Friday night. It was your time to relax and to be alone. 

“What have I said about locking the door, Y/n?” You screamed as Sehun barged through the door, causing you to throw both the remote and blanket to the ground. You raised your hand to your chest, trying to recover from your near death experience. “Good GOD,” you cursed. “Ever heard of knocking?” 

“Now why would I do that when I know you never lock your door?” Sehun jumped over the back of the couch and rested his body next to yours. “I mean, you live alone. The least you could do is lock your door.” You rolled your eyes and pulled the fallen blanket back over your body. You didn’t bother grabbing the remote. There wasn’t anything interesting on anyways. 

“What do you want, Sehun? “ You finally asked. 

“I came to get you. It’s Yixing’s birthday after all.” You slapped your forehead, totally spacing the fact it was one of your best friends birthdays. 

“Shit.” You got up from your spot, making your way into your room, Sehun closely behind you. You opened your closet, trying to pick out an outfit in the short time you had. 

“Can’t wait to tell Yixing about how his best friend forgot his birthday party.” You glared over in his direction, not really having time to focus on what Sehun was saying. You had gone through one hell of a week with school and work you had totally spaced Yixing’s party. You pulled out a pair of jeans, quickly stripping from your pajamas right in front of Sehun who didn’t seem all too fazed at the gesture. You pulled over a plain white t-shirt, trying your best to get ready as fast as you could. “You and your damn makeup,” he sighed as you took a seat in front of your mirror. You ignored his comment and touched up that day’s makeup, trying to look semi-decent. “Are you ready yet?” 

“You know Sehun, you can go whenever you want. I have my own car,” you replied back, trying to get him to lighten up. He just shook his head, exiting your room to leave you alone to finish what you were doing. When you had finished, you came out seeing Sehun sprawled over your couch. 

“Let's go, idiot.” He perked up at the sound of your voice and followed you out your door, making sure to lock it behind him. You rolled your eyes at the boy, his smirk vivid. 

You had known Sehun for over eight years now. You met your freshman year of high school when you had first moved into the city. You two instantly clicked and have been friends for just about ever. You have never once felt anything romantic towards Sehun and he was the same way. It worked that way. It always worked that way. 

You two arrived at the party in full swing. People were coming in and out of the party; drink in hand, laughter taking over the night. “There she is!” Minseok smiled as he saw you walk in. “Yixing has been looking for you.” He pointed to the kitchen where Yixing was standing with Jongdae and Kyunsoo. You thanked Minseok and made your way into the kitchen where Yixing was telling a story about his day to the other boys. When he noticed you, he stopped mid-sentence and yelled your name. 

“Finally! I was beginning to worry that you had forgotten.” 

“Pft what? Me?” You sarcastically laughed. Yixing leaned his body against yours, handing you his cold beer that was in his hand. 

“So like I was saying,” Yixing started his story again. “We were just sitting there and he literally just looks over at the guy and asks ‘do you have a problem? Cause if you do we can doing something about it’ and I didn’t really know how to react.” You wanted to pay attention to the story but found your mind wandering elsewhere. With Yixing’s arm around you, you didn’t really have much room to move about but you could still see your surroundings. “And then he fucking punched the guy!” You whipped your head back to the conversation, trying to puzzle together what they were talking about.

 “Fucking hell,” Jongdae cursed. 

“He ran off so fast.” You looked to your right to see Chanyeol make his way into the small group, joining the conversation. You felt your heart beat faster as his eyes landed on yours, a small smirk forming on his plump lips. 

“Yeol here didn’t give a shit,” Yixing laughed. “I mean, I would be afraid of him too if I came across him.” Chanyeol was a tall, well-built, man. He had tattoo’s up and down his arms, his hair always pushed back with either hair gel or a snapback. He was known for his famous looks and persuasively cunning personality. 

“Are you sure he wasn’t running away from that hairstyle?” You pointed at his newly bright pink hair. Chanyeol glared at you before pushing his hair out of his face. 

“Shut the hell up,” he glared. 

“Birthday boy!” Sehun cheered, entering the room with a beer bong in hand. “Let's get this shit show started!” You unraveled yourself from him letting Sehun take the limelight, placing the bong above his head. Everyone gathered around, cheering him on as he downed three cans of PBR, which was probably the shittest college beer you could get but it was his favorite.  You found your way out of the kitchen, finding a quieter place to compose yourself. You still had Yixing’s beer in your hand, taking small sips from it here and there.

“Heard that your roommate moved out.” You looked up to see Chanyeol leaning against the doorframe. “A shame. She was hot.” You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back towards the beer in front of you. Chanyeol sat in the seat right across from you, trying to grab your attention once more. “What do you say we go back to your place?” 

“What makes you think I want to take you home, Yeol?” You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your seat so you got a better view of the boy in front of you. He leaned his torso on his knees, balancing his beer between his index finger and his thumb. The way he smiled in your direction caused those familiar butterflies to form, igniting a fire within you. You couldn’t help but scoff at his stupid remark. 

“I didn’t hear a no.” You stood up, placing the beer down on the side table, reaching out and grabbing his hand and leading him outside to his car. Once out of sight, he was quick to press you up against the passenger side. He crashed his lips into yours, reaching his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He pulled away and opened your door behind you, letting you get into the passenger seat. 

It was a game he played. He would always try and get you away from everyone, having you to himself. He would sleep with you, stay the night, then leave, hooking up with the next girl that came into sight. There wasn’t anything between the two of you, or at least you thought so. You wanted this to mean nothing. You wanted this to be lowkey. You wanted this to be nothing and to him, it was. But to you, it wasn’t. You felt something for him. Something that felt amazing yet would tear you to pieces in seconds. You tried to distance yourself but he had a way of drawing you back in. And for what it was now, you were okay with it. You liked the feeling of his lips pressed against your skin. You liked how gentle he was with you. But then again, he was probably this way to everyone. 

You led him up the stairs, quickly unlocking your door and slamming it shut behind you. Chanyeol didn’t waste time. He picked you up and carried you all the way to your room, closing the door behind him. He laid you down gently on your bed, using his hands to move your shirt up and over your head. He attached his lips to your neck, leaving small love bites down your torso, one hand gently gripping your breast, the other holding your hands above your head.

It was a fun secret that you two had. No one else knew and no one else needed to know. 

You liked this because it was fun and it was distracting from your prior relationship that wasn’t the best. You felt different with him. But in the end, he wasn’t the one you could have to yourself and that crushed you. You pushed the thought in the back of your mind as Chanyeol wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“Are you coming to the show?” he asked, pressing his lips against your ear. 

“I mean, my best friends are performing,” you replied with a ‘duh’ tone. 

“Plus we have that new drummer,” he pointed out. “I think his name is Bacon but I don’t know. And I don’t care!” He pressed a kissed against your cheek before hopping out of your bed. He grabbed his underwear that was on the ground, pulling them up over his waist. 

“Bacon? Chanyeol, that can’t be right,” you laughed. Chanyeol shrugged, tugging his pants up over his hips. You let out a small pout at his sudden gesture, wishing he would stay just a little bit longer than he had intended.

You turned over, admiring the view in front of you as he tried to dress in the dim lit room. “But I’ll see you after the show right?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes at his remark. 

“Gross.” He raised an eyebrow, pulling his shirt on over his bare chest, covering up the hidden tattoos. 

“Gross?!” He laughed. He leaned down, leaning inches away from your face. “You weren’t saying that minutes ago when I was fucking the shit out of you.” He leaned in and kissed your swollen lips before pulling away and putting on his jacket. “I’ll see you around baby.” He shot you a wink before leaving you alone in your empty apartment. You leaned back in your bed, looking up at the ceiling, taking in all that had happened. 

That was it. That was all you really had to explain your relationship with Chanyeol. There wasn’t much to it other than feeling on fire for a couple of hours while he took control of every inch of your body. His touch always left you wanting more. The question on your mind was always the same. 

Did he make others feel this way? What was he feeling? He was a mystery to just about everyone besides his fellow band members, confiding his life with them. You knew he had one hell of a past when he first started his freshman year at college but other than that, you didn’t know much. Every time you were to bring it up, you were either silenced by the other boys or Chanyeol which always ended up in him ignoring you for a week. 

But things never stayed that way. He would always find himself, tangled in your bed sheets a week later, making you feel like the only person in his world. The way he would press his lips against yours, leaving small love bites against the exposed skin of your neck. It was those few moments you begged for, that you yearned for, yet they were always cut short. He would leave you there, confused with his perplexed sense of wonder. 

You felt alone without him being there, regardless of who he was and his reputation. There would always be this sense of abandonment, laying there as you deepened your body into the comfort of your bed. But that is what he is best at.  Not really caring.  

[xyeolx61]

CHAPTER 12

10 WAYS TO KILL MY HUSBAND

TOTAL WORD COUNT: 3729

I wake up to an empty cold bed. 

And I don’t like it. 

I frown, groaning as I stretch my body that is still sore because of last night but I expected some good-morning-sex like in our usual mornings for the past months. It is not a shame to say we have been at it so much since we started sleeping together. We cannot get enough of each other, we simply jump into each other no matter the place or the time and I am sure everyone around is already tired of catching us in some complicated positions but we cannot help it. Sex is simply too good with Park Chanyeol. 

The showers takes away the fluids stuck to my body from last night but not the desire of having Park Chanyeol between my legs. I decide to wear his favorite clothes: black lace and diamonds even though I put on my silk robe to cover my almost naked body as I look around the house for him. Chanyeol is probably working on his studio so I check there first, knocking on the door softly. 

“Yeah?” Chanyeol answers at the other side and that is when I decide to walk in. “Hey, baby”

“I want my breakfast” I teasingly say, licking my lower lip before I open my robe, letting it fall on the floor and showing him the tiny clothes I have on. 

“Fuck, baby” I walk slowly, letting my hand rub against the wooden desk before I kneel between his legs. “Eat as much as you want, baby” 

I lick my lips at the sight in front of me. Chanyeol looks so breathtaking with his black tight shirt hugging his defined body with his sleeves rolled up under his elbows and that expensive Rolex adorning his wrists. I love when Chanyeol looks like this. He looks powerful, like the whole world belongs to him alone. I love when he gets bossy, when he makes me call him daddy and do everything he wants. 

These past months have been the best time I ever had in my life. Chanyeol takes me to all his meetings and missions, letting me take part on them. And the sex after that is simply amazing. Chanyeol always gets turned on after watching me play with my preys so everyone knows they cannot bother us when we go back home after.

I palm him through his clothes, feeling his half-hard member twitching under my touch. I unzip his trousers teasingly slowly, finding out he decided to go commando today. I feel my mouth salivating with the sight of his member standing tall in front of me, asking me to put it on my mouth and suck the soul out of him. I give him a long lick, from the base to the top, making him groan and hold into my hair. I keep licking it, teasing him as I grab his base to hold it in place. I engulf his tip on my mouth, licking it before I go down on him slowly. 

“Fuck, baby, I love your mouth” 

I slap my tongue with his shaft, winking at him. He takes his own cock, slapping my tongue before he pushes it in. I bob my head, sucking his length down my throat as he keeps groaning. I love blowing him. Having Chanyeol losing his mind over how I use my mouth on him when he looks like he owns the whole world turns me on even more than his kisses. 

“Mr. Park?” Jongin asks as he softly knocks on the door of his studio. “Mr. Hwang is here” 

“Fuck! I forgot about this” Chanyeol whispers, reaching for his trousers. “This is important, Akiko, we can continue later”

“No, I am not leaving” I push his hands away, grabbing the base of his cock to put it back in my mouth to keep sucking him. Chanyeol groans again pushing me down on him. 

“Move under the desk so he won’t see you” 

I lick my lips before I move under the wooden desk. The table is huge so I fit perfectly under it and I cannot be seen. I bite my lower lip, the excitement growing on my body as I watch how he rolls his eyes when I lick the tip of his shaft. 

“Come in” Chanyeol manages to say, both of his hands on the table.

I do not care about what is going on with Mr. Hwang; I am focused on how good his cock feels on my mouth. I use both of my hands to jerk him, my lips attached to the tip as I suck him. His legs shake from time to time, when my tongue finds a sensitive spot. 

"I heard you married the Kunoichi," the said man says, catching my attention. "Everyone in the business wanted to get her as their wife but no one dared to tame her. I bet it had not been easy" 

"Well," Chanyeol suddenly grabs my hair, pulling me down on him since I have stopped sucking him. "The trick is letting her do as she pleases. It is a sin to tame a beautiful wild tigress" 

I let my neck have a rest against his thigh as I jerk him with both of my hands. He pets my hair as I give some licks to the tip, my hands doing the main job along his huge shaft. 

"I am sure sex is crazy," the man says and I need to hold my laugh. 

"You have no idea the things she makes me do" I lick from the bottom to the top, engulfing again on my mouth as he groans. He pushes his chair closer, as he is almost kneeling on the floor to get closer to me. 

"Well, I need to get going, Mr. Park" the businessman stands up but Chanyeol does not even though he sits properly. If he keeps moving like that, he is going to choke me. 

"See you soon, Mr. Hwang" 

I decide to speed up the pace until the man leaves, closing the door behind him. I engulf him completely until it hits the back of my throat, making me gag on him. 

"Oh fuck, I am sure he noticed" Chanyeol pulls me up, sitting me on top of him. I push my underwear to the side, sliding his length in softly as I am already wet. "Oh god" 

"You love my pussy, don't you?" Chanyeol takes my bra off, his mouth attached to one of my nipples as I move my hips, feeling him deep inside me. His hands are leaving bruises on my thighs that are going to last for a few weeks but I do not care, I just want to feel him inside. 

"I fucking love your-" 

I turn around to check the man who has opened the door. Mr. Hwang is standing there, a shocked expression on his face as he watches the scene in front of him. I guess seeing the Kunoichi riding his husband is the last thing he expected but here he is. 

"I forgot the folder," the man explains but he does not look away. Chanyeol takes the jacket from the chair rest, covering my body with it as the man walk closer to the table. 

"Hurry up, I am busy" Chanyeol's voice is a few octaves lower than usual as he watches the man carefully. I decide to hug his neck, hiding my face as I tighten my walls around him. Chanyeol groans, his head falling to my shoulders. 

The man leaves with a loud thud of the door and Chanyeol throws the jacket away. I repeat the action, clenching my walls around him as I move my hips softly. 

"Keep doing that, I…" 

Chanyeol slaps my butt, pushing me down on him as I keep clenching around his length. Chanyeol moves my hips slowly, following the rhythm as he lets his head fall back. I take my chance to kiss and lick his neck, leaving some love bites to mark my territory. His dick twitches a couple of times before I feel his hot climax shooting inside of me. He groans in pleasure, his fingers digging on my hips before he lets go of my body. 

"Fuck…" he groans looking at me with a shocked expression. “How did you do that?”

“I see you really like it, huh?” he nods, licking his lips before he pulls me up to sit me on the edge of the desk, my legs open wide for him. 

“I loved it” Chanyeol fingers find their way inside my walls, three of the digits already inside, thrusting in and out slowly. I close my eyes, already sensitive with the way his fingers are moving. “But I hate when you make me cum like I am some kind of fifteen years-old virgin teenager” 

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"My parents invented us to their New Year's birthday party" Chanyeol starts, his hand rubbing my back. "I don't want to go but there are a lot of mafia leaders coming and I do not want to show them weakness in the family" 

"Okay" I nod, looking up at him with a small smile. "I'll behave" 

"Thank you, babe" Chanyeol pulls me closer, kissing my forehead lovingly. "This means a lot to me"

"It will be hard not to kill them after everything I know about them but I will try my best" Chanyeol chuckles, hovering my body on the sofa. He pulls the red robe off from my shoulders, giving some kisses as I keep watching the movie.

"I will reward you if you behave, baby girl" Chanyeol pulls the robe lower, showing my naked back as I am not wearing anything underneath. 

Chanyeol and I took the night off to have a cute date outside. He bought me beautiful red roses, took me to an expensive restaurant to have delicious sushi and we attended to a famous play he always wanted to go to. Everything was as cliché as those movies I hate but as long as I got to spend time with him and get to know each other more, I am happy. 

It is weird to feel this way but I feel genuinely happy for once. I love my life right now. I can do as I want, still be in the business both in Japan and in Korea, and I have a handsome husband that completes the part of my I always tried to hide. 

"What are you going to give me?" I turn around, covering my naked body with the robe. "I am expensive" 

"What about some cool new katanas?" Chanyeol leans close enough to bite one of my covered nipples, playing with it. "Really cool ones" 

I untie the robe slowly, showing my chest to him but covering the rest of my body. Chanyeol is quick to grab my left boob, his mouth over my right one as he sucks on it. 

"Keep saying and I might show you my pussy today" Chanyeol licks his lips, his hand touching over the clothed groin. 

"I cannot think of a gift good enough to compare it to this" Chanyeol opens my legs, moving the cloth with them to let it free. "Look at that, it is asking me to eat it right now" 

Chanyeol moves on the sofa, kneeling on the other end as he places himself between my legs but I stop him right away, my foot on his chest. He smirks teasingly, holding my leg with his huge hand and giving some kisses to my calves. 

"Have I already told you how much I love your legs?" He asks, giving a kiss to my inner thighs.

"You are always worshiping my body" 

I hear some strange noises outside, coming from the main door but it seems Chanyeol has noticed too. I take the gun from the side of the couch as he takes the one under it, both of us ready in case there is someone at the other side. 

"Mr. Park" the first one coming in is one our men, followed suit by Father. Wait, Father? What is he doing here? "I told him to wait outside but he was shouting how he is The Kunoichi's Father and he is not going to wait outside"

"It is okay, Soojung, you did a great job" he nods before he leaves, letting the rest of the men in. 

I tidy my clothes, trying to make myself presentable as I look at how Father sits on one of the armchairs in silence, looking as he owns the place. Father has always been like this with the rest of the world but never with me. I am not surprised of his attitude but he does look different this time. 

"Did you know he was coming?" I ask Chanyeol but he shakes his head, surprised by the presence in the room. 

"I would not be chilling here with you like this," he whispers even though Father cannot understand him. “It’s 2AM” 

"Use Japanese, young woman, it is your language" Father suddenly says, breaking his silence since he came in. "And tell him to leave, we need to talk"

"I think you need to pay some respect to him" the words blurt out of my mouth without thinking. Father finally looks at me, surprised by my own words. This is the first time I am talking straight to him, that I am imposing myself. 

And it is for Chanyeol. 

"This is not your house, Father, where are your manners?" I look at him as he stands up and walks closer, looking at me in the eyes. He raises his hands, slapping my face with all his force. 

"WHAT THE HELL?" I stop Chanyeol, turning around to hold him in place as I know what he is capable of. "WHAT THE HELL, AKI? HE CANNOT SLAP YOU LIKE THAT!! YOU ARE MY FUCKING WIFE, NOT HIS FUCKING PROPERTY"

Chanyeol lifts my face, looking at my wounded red cheek as his eyes look like they are red in rage right now. I look behind me, watching how Father sits on the same armchair, closing his eyes in anger. 

"Why don't you go upstairs? I'll call for you when I am finished" he shakes his head, gritting his teeth. 

"I'm staying here, I am not leaving" Chanyeol holds my hand as I turn around to look at Father again. "He'd better behave" 

"Two weeks ago, Matsuke came to kill me at my own house, now, you come here to slap me in front of my husband" I start explaining, trying to see my Father's reaction. 

"Your own house? I thought Japan was your house" he snaps, his eyes fixed on mine. 

"I cannot consider my house a place where you do not want me to be" he chuckles, shaking his head. 

"YOU FUCKING CUT YOUR BROTHER'S FINGERS, AKIKO!!!" Father shouts at me, walking closer to us. "I HAVE SPENT YEARS TRAINING YOU! SHOWING YOU HOW IMPORTANT THE CLAN IS! HOW YAKUZAS ARE YOUR FAMILY BUT HERE YOU ARE CUTTING YOUR BROTHER'S FINGERS!!!"

"HE CAME TO MY OWN HOUSE TO-" I start shouting back at him but he slaps my face again. 

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU YOUR HOUSE IN IN JAPAN!!" I have never seen Father so out of himself. He has never slapped me but this is the second time in just a few minutes. I lower my head, trying to control my anger because I am sure I will slap him back if I do not concentrate.

"Stop touching her" Chanyeol manages to say in Japanese as he pulls me closer to him, his voice low and husky as when the threatens someone. 

"Chanyeol, please, leave us alone" I look up at him as he wipes my tears, a deep frown on his face. "Just…”

"I don't like this but… just shout really hard" Chanyeol kisses my forehead, a sweet kiss before he leave up the stairs but you know he is probably sitting somewhere where he cannot be seen. 

"I have no idea how you have fallen in love with him," Father snaps. "I arranged the marriage because I thought you would be smart enough to know it is business, not a chance to actually fall for him"

"You sold me and let me at my own fate," I hiss, trying to compose myself. "I've never forgotten about the clan, I know who my men are, I know who my family is but Matsuke is not any of those, he has never been" 

"Matsuke is my son. We need to show the rest of the Yakuzas we are a close family to keep our power. What do you think the rest of the bands will do when they find out how you cut your brother's fingers?!" He shouts his hand ready to slap my face again. 

"THEY KNOW ABOUT MATSUKE TRYING TO KILL ME!!! HE HAS EVEN NEGOCIATED WITH SOME RIVALS TO TAKE ME DOWN!!" Another slap right across my face. I groan in pain, my cheek already swollen after the third slap but I am not going to obey, not when I know I am right. "Matsuke has tried to kill me many times already but last week he came to my own house -because this is my damn house too- to kill me. What do you think that the other yakuza are doing when I kill two of the best of Takaya's men that were coming with him? Huh?"

"STOP LYING!!" I stop my Father's arm right before another slap, looking at him in the eye. 

"FACE THE FUCKING TRUTH!!! HE HAS BEEN PLAYING WITH YOUR MIND SINCE I LEFT! DO YOU THINK I FORGOT THE YAKUZAS WHEN I SNEAK OUT TO FUCKING KILL ANYONE WHO TRIES TO HURT YOU? DO YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT MY FAMILY WHEN I SEND YOU BUSSINESS PARTNERS TO MAKE MONEY?? DO YOU THINK I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU WHEN I AGREED TO THE MARRIAGE FOR THE CLAN??" I am breathless when I finish talking, releasing my Father's arm as I walk a couple steps backwards to look on his direction. 

"You are staying because you love him" he hisses, massaging his arm where I grip it. 

"What if I love him? You loved Mother; you sleep with women all the time, why can't I have someone I can love?" I ask, hoping Baekhyun is not there with him and not translating the conversation to Chanyeol. 

"You were created to not feel love" he simply explains. "You were trained to kill, to manage a Yakuza empire, not to love someone."

"You were the one who threw me into his arms" I cross my arms on my chest, already tired of this conversation. "I have not forgotten about my clan or my roots but this is part of me now: the Parks, Chanyeol, his men, this house… I will never forget what you did for me but I think I have shown you my intentions enough; I have done more for the clan than your own son has. I do not understand why you came here to punish me but I did nothing wrong and I will not apologize" 

"I never thought you would change me for some man after what they did to you when you were a child" he starts, hitting right in the bottom of my heart. "I see you here almost naked, offering your body to that bastard and all I can think of is how I found you in a room with four men abusing your body"

"STOP!!" I shout, closing my eyes as I try to erase the images on my brain but I cannot. I feel breathless, a deep pain on my chest as the memories of that time flood my head. "Father… I…"

"You are nothing more than a slut after all; I should have never brought you home" I am on the floor with his words, my heart broken into pieces as I start crying like a child. "Korea is your home now; Park Chanyeol is your new master. Don't you dare come back asking for forgiveness because my doors are closed for you, slut" 

I cover my face with my hands; feeling like my heart has been ripped from my chest and thrown away. I cannot believe this has happened, that Father pushed me away like that after everything I have done for him, for the clan, for the family…

A slut. 

That is everything I have ever been to him. 

All these years have been nothing but an act. He trained me to be his bodyguard, to be nothing more than a weapon, a tool he can use the gain power but he has never loved me the same way he has loved Matsuke, his real soon.

“I tell you the same” I whisper. “When Matsuke tries to kill you, to do something to you as he has already told everyone around, don’t come back to me”

“Why would I need you?” he spats. “You are nothing more than a fucking slut”

“You already know how dangerous I am” I warn him, gritting my teeth in anger. “Don’t provoke me”

“You might be safe under his wings but you have thrown us under the bus” Father leaves the house, closing with a loud thud that shakes the walls.

“Babe” I look at Chanyeol as he comes down the stairs, a worried expression on his face. “What happened? What did he say?”

“I’m no longer a Nakamura” I explain as I try to hold back my tears.

“It’s okay, babe” Chanyeol hugs me, giving some kisses to my head. “You have a family here, baby, I am here for you whether you are The Kunoichi, Nakamura Akiko, Kim Jieun or whatever name you get”

“Take your protection from them” Chanyeol looks surprised by my words but he nods slowly. “He told me I am not a Nakamura, that I am nothing more than a slut so I am not going to facilitate anything for them. Break the deal, take your man from there and let them fight themselves. Let’s see what they can do”

“Are you sure? Your clan is in a complicated situation right now” I nod, looking directly into his eyes.

“They are not my clan any longer”

[exo-waithowdidigethere]

Happenstance Chapter 3

Genre: This chapter is all fluff!

Pairing: Reader x Yixing (Kinda, more like bffs) | Reader x Sehun (I didn’t mean for this one) | OC x ChanBaek | Reader x Kyungsoo (Main)

Word Count: 3512

A/N: These pairings. Oops. I didn’t mean to. But here we are. I was going to make the chapter longer. But I don’t want a 10k word chapter. But I have the next part all planned out. So it should be out soon. I’m already working on it. Let me know what y’all think of this chapter!

The walk was cold, you could feel it even through your alcohol jacket. Yixing seemed to notice and brought his arm to rest around your shoulders. It was in an endearing way almost. Not like he was trying to get in your pants. Which you were sure was going to happen when you got wherever you were going. The walk didn’t take too long and you found yourself walking up a path to the door at the same time as Min and Dae had reached it. Min turned to look at the two of you and winked at Yixing, Dae was slouched against the door looking a bit pale.

Min fumbled trying to retrieve his keys from the pocket of his jacket. Dae beginning to look worse and worse. You could see his hand clenching the door frame, searching for stability in the world that you assumed was spinning for him. His face screwed up and his other hand was pressing against his forehead. Min slid the key into the lock, turned it, turned to look back at Dae, laid a hand on his back and at that moment Dae leaned over to the bush on the side of the stairs and promptly expelled the entire contents of his stomach.

You suddenly feel a clenching in your own stomach. You didn’t drink enough that you would normally throw up. But seeing someone else throw up was an entirely different story. You were a sympathy puker. Poor Jennie always had to take care of herself when the two of you drank too much. Although, usually if Jennie was throwing up you probably already were. You gripped Yixing’s arm and stopped dead in your tracks. The sound of continued retching assaulted your ears and with that you leaned to the side of the path over another unfortunate bush and lost the contents of your stomach as well.

Yixing was kind enough to hold you around the chest to keep you upright and he used his other hand to pull your loose hair out of the way. You retched again, expelling what little was left in your stomach. Min had ushered Dae inside and was probably rushing him to the closest bathroom. Your knees gave out from under you and were it not for Yixing you would have hit the concrete below you. Your head was pounding now. You needed mouthwash to rinse the vile taste from your mouth, preferably a toothbrush to scrub it away and some water to calm the thrumming in your ears. The world blurred around you from the tears gathering in your eyes. Tears drawn forth purely from the act of vomiting spilled from your eyes.

Yixing helped you inside and led you to a bathroom. The clenching in your stomach had yet to subside and you found yourself kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet. Noisy retching proved unhelpful and you developed a cramp in your side from the dry heaving.

Yixing disappeared for a moment. When he returned you heard him deposit something on the sink top and the running of water. He knelt beside you and placed a damp cloth along the back of your neck, making sure to carefully move your hair aside before placing it. “This should help the nausea some, and I brought you a glass of water and a toothbrush. There is toothpaste in here already.” He rubbed slow circles into your back as the clenching of your stomach slowly faded.

He stood, offered you his hand and helped you to your feet. His hand remained in the small of your back. He seemed fearful that you would collapse. You were flattered by his concern, but confused. He was being so caring for someone who you thought was just trying to get in your pants. You brushed your teeth, making sure to scrub them thoroughly to remove all traces of the bitterness that lingered. He still rubbed small circles into your back. It was calming. When you had finished he handed you the glass of water and encouraged you to drink some. He then guided you out into a hallway. There were doors on either side of the hall stretching in both directions. You could hear the faintest noises of Dae still puking down the hall. Yixing led you in the opposite direction of the noises thankfully.

He stopped and opened a door for you. The room was small, but not cramped and very clean and organized. It looked like a room from a catalog if you were honest. The furniture was mostly white, the sheets a pale shade of blue with a very soft grey blanket on top covered by a white plush comforter. Small plants adorned the window sill and a plush grey rug was splayed in the center of the floor. Everything fit the grey, white and pale blue color scheme from the laptop cover, to the organization drawers, the pens in the cup, everything.

He ushered you to sit on the edge of his bed as he went to fish in his drawers for a set of clothes you could wear. He set a pair of long pajama pants and a t-shirt on the bed next to you. He moved to leave the room, so that you could change. But you were drunk and still feeling a bit nauseous and didn’t think you would be able to get the zipper on the back of your top undone yourself so you reached for his wrist. He looked at you, confusion obvious in his eyes. As a wave of intense nausea rolled over you all you could choke out was “zipper”. His eyes softened as he lightly pulled the cardigan off your shoulders to expose the zipper running down your back. His hands were warm and soft as he shifted your hair out of the way and held the bottom of the top to slowly undo the zipper. It should have been sexual, and yet he exuded nothing but caring, calming vibes. Once the zipper was undone he moved again toward the door to let you change in peace.

As the door shut you shrugged the cardigan the rest of the way off, letting it fall off the bed to the floor. You shrugged out of the top and reached for your bra clasp, but found that you couldn’t manage that either. You expelled a small whimpering, pouty puff of air before resigning to pulling the shirt on over it. Yixing could help you get it off when he came back. You didn’t bother standing up to change your shorts because you figured you would probably fall over anyway. You slipped each foot into the leg holes and slid them up your legs just as there was a faint knock on the door. Yixing poked his head in, and noting that you were properly clothed he entered the room.

He took the towel from your neck and placed it in a nearby basket before sitting down next to you. “Yixing?” you mumbled, feebly. “Hmmm?” he responded. “I couldn’t reach my bra clasp to take it off. Can you help me?” you hoped each of those words came out properly. He placed himself behind you and reached under the shirt to undo it for you, his soft hands grazing your skin again. He then reached up to help you slide the straps off your shoulders. You realized you were leaning back on him and sat up to take it off the rest of the way letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes.

Yixing moved to help you lay down. His arms were sure and strong and warm. And you could feel your consciousness fading. You noticed a small smile playing around his lips before you let your eyes shut. He stroked your hair away from your face as he settled in beside you. “Feel better,” he whispered. And you breathed out a soft “thank you” before letting the sleepiness take you.

You woke up cradled in his arms, hazy, unpleasant memories of puking swirling in your mind. As you came to full consciousness, you remembered his kindness last night and smiled to yourself while unconsciously snuggling into his embrace a bit more. He stirred a bit. And you turned to look at him. He was gorgeous, that’s for sure. And he was sweet. Something rare you thought to yourself Like a unicorn! You chuckled a little bit. You pried yourself from his arms, being careful not to wake him. And silently slipped out of his clothes and back into yours. Much too flashy for a Saturday morning, but oh well, such was the life when you didn’t make it home the night before.

Small sticky notes adorned his desk. Cute. You grabbed one and wrote out a small message thanking him for being such a gentleman and taking care of you last night. You signed the bottom with your name and your number, encouraging him to text you. He was someone you would love to hang out with so you hoped he would text you. You stuck it to the bed post near his head and then slipped out the door.

On entering the hallway, you were greeted with the most amazing smell of breakfast cooking. On one hand it assaulted your nose, but on the other it made your stomach rumble. You intended to get out of here quickly so you could go eat something. At that moment, a door down the hall opened and Dae stumbled out of it looking like he’d come out of the dryer. His hair was stuck up in so many directions and his clothes were wrinkled. He was still sleepy, and insanely adorable. He gave you a small wave before disappearing into a bathroom, where you heard the shower kick on.

Seeing as you had no idea where the way out was you wandered toward the inviting scent of bacon, hoping to ask whoever was cooking it to point you in the right direction or happen across it on your way there.

The hall was lined with doors, and one happened to open as you walked past it. A body crashed into you. And just as you went to apologize or tell them off, you weren’t sure which, you recognized the heeled booties and ripped black jeans in your line of vision. Looking up, you were greeted with Jennie’s smiling face. She threw herself into your arms and shrieked your name. The tall puppy man emerged behind her, hair ruffled and still sleepy. “Oh my God, you have to tell me who you went home with and all the details when we get home!” she aggressively whispered in your ear. “What’s with all the yelling?” the smaller puppy man poked his head out from behind the taller, rubbing his eyes trying to relieve himself of the sleepiness still pulling at them. You shot a look at Jennie and she merely flashed you a smile.

“My friend is here Baekhyun!” she squealed and then abruptly turning to the taller of the two and grabbing his arm she pouted, “Chanyeooolll, you promised we were going to get breakfastttt!” and as Chanyeol led her down the hall she grabbed your hand, dragging you with her. So much for getting out of here to go eat.

You rounded the corner of the kitchen, the scents of breakfast causing your stomach to let out a loud rumble. The man at the stove turned to look at you, Oh my god, heart lips. “Hey Soo, did you make any extra? We have a couple guests…” He turned to look at Chanyeol, a small scowl adorning his brow. “Not really no, but you two could be gentlemen and share your portions with them.” Chanyeol blanched a bit but you were quick to answer, “No, it’s fine really. Jennie and I can just go grab some food on our way home.” Jennie shot you a glare. Kyungsoo shot back an answer quicker than you thought possible, “I heard your friend say Chanyeol promised her breakfast, since he didn’t warn me to make extra, it’s his responsibility to share his with her. You however were not promised food. So if you would like to go you can.” Your jaw practically dropped to the floor. He was so rude. Maybe he was still mad you had spilled a drink on him?

An arm appeared around your waist and the weight of someone’s head dropped onto your shoulder. You looked up to find a mess of orange hair. “How about as an apology for ditching you last night I give you some of mine?” You couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at your lips. You gave him a slight nod and he in turn nodded to the man at the stove. Who just went back to cooking and was giving the food a menacing glare.

Min and Dae joined the five of you just as Soo began to put everything in serving dishes. Xing showed up about ten minutes into eating as did the boy who played with Soo when you played pong. You wondered where the guy who had asked you for the drinks was, because obviously they all lived together. But he didn’t show up during breakfast at all. Once breakfast was over you and Jennie made your way toward the door in an attempt to leave before it got awkward.

“Wait! It’s still cold out. Here, take my sweatshirt.” Chanyeol offered his gigantic hoodie to Jennie. Sehun pulled off the sweatshirt he had on and offered it to you saying, “you can borrow mine if you want, I’m sure I’ll see you again sometime.” You took it gratefully, knowing you would be cold if you didn’t. As you reached the door Xing appeared. “Do you live far? Can I walk you two home?” The two of you shared a glance and a shrug before each looping an arm through one of Xing’s.

At this Chanyeol and Baekhyun perked up. “We’ll come too!” The three of you stood in the doorway waiting for them as they ran to get shoes and a different hoodie for Chanyeol. The walk itself was uneventful. Jennie migrated from Xing’s arm to in between Chanyeol and Baekhyun. You were interested to hear about that later.

As you reached your apartment you could hear Jennie Chanyeol and Baekhyun planning another outing and a way to see each other again. From what you caught, the plan was a club. This weekend. Jennie gave the two boys her phone number and made them pinky promise her that they would message her. You looked at Xing who simply pulled out his phone, typed something quickly and slid it back into his pocket. Your phone buzzed.

I already have your number ;) I pinky promise I’ll text you too.

You chuckled at his antics. You pulled him in for a quick hug, “thanks again for taking care of me.” You smiled up at him. He shot a smile back at you replying, “it was my pleasure.” You both waved and shared “see you laters” before turning and following Jennie into the house.

The week passed quietly. You and Xing texted sparingly throughout the week. Little things like “I saw this and thought you would think it was cute, Have a good day!” You found out that you both had a break in between classes at the same time and decided to have coffee together.

You showed up, jeans and a simple sweatshirt, it was Wednesday and of course, work piles up on Wednesdays, so you’re not looking nearly as hot as when you get ready on the weekends. Your hair was up and you had the bare minimum of makeup on, simple eyeliner and a faint trace of mascara.

You went to your usual coffee shop where you had told Xing to meet you. He was already there, a table saved for the two of you. He smiled, his dimple prominent and deep and waved. You set your stuff at the table and he stood to give you a hug.

“Hi, how have you been?” he offered squeezing you a little in the hug.

“Good, busy. I have a few projects due this week.” Neither of you had broken the hug yet and you realized you two probably looked like a couple and you quickly pulled away from him.

“Did you want to actually grab coffee?” He motioned toward the counter inviting you to lead the way there. You ordered yours, paid and waited just off the side for Xing to finish. He paid and the two of you made your way back to the table. You liked this shop because it was the only one on campus that gave you the option of staying there and getting a real cup.

“Do you have to do work while we are here?” he asked innocently. Realistically, yes, you should do work. But Xing wasn’t here to be a study buddy. He was here to be a friend, and that required getting to know each other.

“No, it’s okay. This is my shorter break. I can do more work during my long break later and after classes finish. Besides, I didn’t agree to hang out with you just to study!” You laughed a little and it brought a soft smile from him. His dimple still appeared, and you decided that you wanted to see him smile as much as possible because you loved how his dimple graced his face.

A waitress walked over with your drinks. “Y/n?” you raised your hand a little “that’s me!” and she set the drink in front of you. “Yixing?” and he raised his hand before she set the drink in front of him.

“Is that your full name?” you asked as you wrapped your hands around the cup. He laughed a little before answering.

“Yeah, what did you think it was?”

Your cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment. “Well at the party the other guys called you Xing. So I thought that was your name. I didn’t know it was a nickname.” This drew a laugh from him.

“Oh, yeah” another chuckle. “That’s fine. You can call me that, I don’t really mind, or if you’d rather call me by my full name you can.” He seemed to giggle to himself a bit. And without warning he dramatically stood up and offered his hand to you.

“It seems we were never properly introduced. My name is Zhang Yixing, and it is an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You stood and took his hand “It is my pleasure Mr. Zhang, I’m Y/n. I think we will be great friends.”

After a stiff handshake the two of you burst into a small fit of laughter and sat back down. You took a sip of your drink and contemplated where to take the conversation from here. Yixing interrupted your thoughts with his own question.

“So, what are you studying? You seem really busy all the time so I assume it’s something with lots of work involved.”

With a small sigh you said “I’m a pre-med student. I’ve got one more semester before clinicals and so we are working on all of the things we need to know for that on top of our normal studies. And I’m already trying to find where I want to do mine.”

A quizzical look came over his face. “What?” you said, suddenly suspicious. Did he have something against pre-med students.

“What year are you?”

“3rd year. Why?” His face continued to twist in confusion.

“I’m a 3rd year pre-med student too.” It was your turn to look confused. You quickly reached into your bag to retrieve your schedule. Moving your cup and Yixing’s you laid it on the table in front of him.

“Are you in any of these sections?” He looked at them, his brow creasing.

“How have I never seen you before?”

“What do you mean?”

“The curriculum for the pre-med students is all the same, unless you miss a semester there is only one section of each class. We have the exact same schedule.” You began to mentally look around your memories of your classes for the last few years. You don’t remember seeing Xing, but apparently, you’d been in class with him for the last three years.

Slowly dragging your schedule back into your bag, you made eye contact with him. You both started laughing again at the absurdity that you had never noticed the other before.

Time flew as you sat sipping your drinks and learning other small details about each other and reminiscing about old classes and terrible professors.

“We should get to class.” He nodded at you and you both grabbed your stuff and began to walk to class. With every intention of sitting next to each other in class for the rest of the year, apparently Xing was going to be a friend and a study buddy

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so tell me, darling, do you wish we’d fall in love? (11,711 words) by inasyousaythemud Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: EXO (Band) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Do Kyungsoo | D.O/Park Chanyeol, side!Byun Baekhyun/Zhang Yixing | Lay, side!Kim Jongdae | Chen/Kim Minseok | Xiumin Characters: Park Chanyeol, Do Kyungsoo | D.O, EXO Ensemble Genre: Angst, romance AU: Soulmates Summary:

Chanyeol dreams of milk, of trees, of paper planes and neon lights through the bottom of an empty shot glass, but more importantly, he dreams of Kyungsoo.