#park chanyeol one shot

[chanyeolsbiggestfangirl]

hey!! Can I request a chanyeol fic, reader is fwb with chanyeol and is madly inlove with him, confesses to him but gets rejected then when she decides to move on, chanyeol realises what hes lost 🥺

Synopsis: You met Chanyeol in the final year of college by pure accident when your previous roommate moves out and he comes in his place. Being roommates with a college hottie has it's pros.... but also it's cons. Every moment spend with Chanyeol tangled between the sheets ignited something deep within you, deeper than just bodily lust. But the real question is, is it the same way with him? Does your smile pull at his heartstrings just the way his pulls at yours?

Pairing:- Chanyeol X Fem Reader

Genre:- Smut, Angst

Author's note: YAYYY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST. THANK YOU SOO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! IT GOT ME SOOO EXCITED! I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS. I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT EVEN THOUGH THIS HAD ME CARRIED AWAY. ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY :((

.... Sometime in late evening ....

It was a daily occurrence now, almost like clockwork. One of you would be having a shitty day (and that's mostly every other day) and you'd seek each other out.

Or rather, he would seek you out.

You didn't even enter the living room properly and he was already on you, his hand on your ass as he pulls you closer harshly, claiming your lips with a fervent need.

One of his hands took the books from yours and placed them on the table absentmindedly, his other hand squeezing your ass through the fabric of your jeans, all the while his tongue clashed against yours in a never ending battle for dominance.

It was exhilarating for him, for no matter how many times he'd have had you, you were always that wild, untamed brat that never quite bend at his will easily like the other girls who practically threw themselves at him.

You tiptoed as you tried to keep up with his kiss, giving him a run for his damn sanity with the way you bit on his lower lip, your moan was followed by his deep groan against your lips. Your arms were around his neck, fingers naturally tangling in his luxurious locks.

That was the way you guys were.

If someone would ask you what you and Chanyeol are, you would have no answer, absolutely none. You weren't together. You certainly aren't lovers. You were just two people who would seek each other out to let out your pent up frustration.

You still remember how it all actually began. It was the second last semester and your neat freak of a roommate moved out suddenly, and a tall and drop dead gorgeous giant came in.

At first you didn't give in to his advances, knowing fully well that Chanyeol wasn't the type to commit, wasn't the type to have something serious. But one drunken night and one taste of his lips was enough to convince you otherwise.

Outside the bedroom, you were roommates with completely different lives. Inside the bedroom, however, Chanyeol fucked you like he owned you, every inch of you. He was gifted at the art of the bedroom. He worshipped every inch of you like he cherished nothing more than he cherished you.

But you knew it was all a facade.

It was an unspoken agreement. No strings attached. Just sex. Nothing else.

Simple.

Or so you initially thought.

But every touch of his upon your heated skin, every kiss that took your breathe away, every word he uttered to you, it all built up into something until you realized that the reason why you can't go out with some other guy is because you're in love with the one who's interested in owning you only while in the sheets.

That jolt of harsh truth was what brought you back to the reality.

Chanyeol's lips leave your to trail a wet path down your neck, biting and suckling at your sweet spot on your neck, making you moan yet again.

Chanyeol always managed to coax moans from you like how one coaxes melody from an instrument.

You arch your neck, letting him have his way with you. You had little defenses when his lips and tongue and teeth made you lightheaded. He groaned against your skin, pulling you incredibly closer, grinding his hard length against your clothed center and gods, that almost made you see literal stars.

"Bedroom. Now." His deep baritone was laced with a needy growl, his hold on your waist turned impatient, tapping your thigh in a way to tell you to wrap your legs around him as he took you to his room, his lips finding solace in yours yet again.

Chanyeol let go of you lips only after your back hit the mattress, lips tracing a path downward, pulling your skirt and panties along and throwing them absentmindedly in some corner of the room.

What happened next is the same yet different for you. The same disregard for clothes, the frenzy of lips and tongue and teeth, his impatience in getting his hands on your bare skin. But even when the majority of these occurrences were the same for you, what was different was the way it felt each and every time.

His lips fervently mapping out your heated skin felt personal, his hands worshipping crevices; that even you don't deem worthy of attention; felt personal. When he ate you out like a man starved and made you come upon his skilled tongue, it felt personal. Each and every thrust of his girthy cock into your tight cunt felt personal.

They say to not catch feelings but how could you not? How could you not catch feelings when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear in his deep voice? How could you not catch feelings when he made you feel like you were something different, something important, and not just one of the many girls he sleeps around with? How could you not catch feelings when one smile of his could brighten your whole day? How could you not catch feelings when you beheld the passionate gleam in his eyes whenever he's doing the things he loves.

Time spent with Chanyeol tangling in the sheets was blissful, but that's exactly where the bliss ends and the harsh reality slaps. The sound of Chanyeol rolling off the bed, the light shuffling of feet, the rustle of clothes, oh and the final nail on the coffin, the sound of the door slamming shut as he leaves your room. All of it clawed away at your feelings. Whenever you get high hopes, Chanyeol slams the door shut on them.

It was getting exhausting, this cycle of mental torture. The fact that he probably fucked around with other girls and would touch and kiss and hold them the same he did with you. The fact that while these mutually agreed escapades meant nothing to him, they were the reason why you weren't seeing anyone else anymore. The final semester was coming to an end, and so was your sanity and patience.

You couldn't take the weight of the feelings locked deep in your heart anymore.

You make up your mind, deciding that you'll tell him, hoping against hope that his reaction would be affirmative.

"What if he doesn't reciprocate?", whispered a little voice in your head.

You pushed those thoughts aside, trying not to think of how exactly Chanyeol's possible rejection might effect you.

.... A Week Later ....

The past was repeating itself yet again when Chanyeol stood up from the couch he moment you entered and crossed the distance between you both, lustful intentions swimming in his brown orbs. He made to pull you closer, hand reaching out when you stepped back.

Unspoken questions were evident in his gaze, a slightly pained expression taking form in his eyes. You took that was an opportunity to speak, your voice low, your eyes on his.

"What are we, Chanyeol? What am I to you?"

Chanyeol's demeanor shifted at that, body going rigid as he pulled back the hand that was reaching out towards you. He underwent a whole change. His eyes went vacant, face going neutral and you were no longer able to read the expressions on his face, the emotions in his eyes.

Standing right before you was a man who couldn't care less.

He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, "It isn't that deep. It's just sex, y/n. We talked about this."

The audacity. The mere audacity of this man, to shrug and cross his arms as if this isn't like the matter of life and death for you.

You took a step closer, your feelings replaced by bubbling anger, anger and pity, anger on how stupid you've been, anger on him, pity for yourself, pity for the pathetic situation you've got yourself in. While you were boiling up from within, tears had started to line the corner of you eyes with the way this conversation was turning out.

You tried to sound anything but broken, but your voice betrayed you. "You've got to be kidding me, Chanyeol! It isn't 'just sex' and you know it too!"

The tall man had the audacity to huff a humorless laugh at your words, and it further made your composure crumble. He ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, throat bobbing as he took deep breaths.

"C'mon y/n, don't be absurd. Or perhaps.. did you think that we are a thing? It was just sex, dammit! We talked about this. About not catching feelings. Don't be a child, y/n."

Ouch

That. That was perhaps the last straw for you, for you and the tears you've been holding back. They cascaded down your cheeks in a hot, salty trail and you let them. You were done trying to act like you were okay when you actually weren't.

Chanyeol stilled, taking all but one step towards you before you held up a hand, taking two steps back, away from him.

"y/n... please... I'm sorry. It.. came out wrong.. listen to me.. let's talk-"

"No."

You were done. After being trapped in an endless cycle of having nothing but one sided feelings, making a fool of yourself in front of this man who is brushing it off as if your heart isn't at your fucking throat, you were done. You still have some self respect left in you and you'll not do the mistake of letting him affect you this greatly again.

Pining Chanyeol with a stern look, you turned to your heel, running up the little distance to your bedroom, closing the door behind you and locking it. All of Chanyeol's half hearted pleas were put to a deaf ear.

You leaned against the door, your legs giving out beneath you as you sank to your knees. Back against the door, you pulled your knees to your chest, head bowing as you cried and cried and cried, the voice of Chanyeol's pleas fading and then vanishing entirely followed by a soft thud of footsteps as he left.

.

.... Three Hours Later ....

After an hour of crying, two hours of pitying yourself and stewing in your grief, you finally raise your head with a determined gleam in your eyes.

You were done.

So very done.

.

Sometime around 10 the next morning

"y/n?"

Chanyeol's deep voice reverberated throughout the apartment, getting no answers. He called out again, desperate and breathlessly this time. He had already knocked thrice on your door, three harsh raps on the wood that would wake even the dead.

Now that he was awake after a very disturbing sleep last night, he wanted to make amends. He wanted to talk to you. Just the mere thought of losing you; because of something he said in the heat of the moment without prior knowledge of how he actually felt; just that thought alone made him lose his fucking mind.

He took a deep breathe, readying himself, for what, he didn't know. He took out the extra pair of keys from his pocket, pulling out the one to your door, putting it in and turning it before he could second guess himself.

He gasped.

No

It couldn't be

He had braced himself for a lot of ways in which this situation could have unfolded in front of him and yet the particular way in which the things played out caught him completely by surprise.

The room, which belonged to you, was empty, save for the the bed, the table and the closet and the various drawers and other conventional things that were always there. All your posters were gone, all your favorite books were gone, every single thing that screamed your name to Chanyeol was gone.

He took unsteady steps towards the bed, grabbing the pillow that lay there. It smelled faintly of you, strawberry and vanilla. His breathe came in raspy pants as he wrapped his mind around what had happened.

You had left.

Left him.

Chanyeol sank to his knees and wept, tears free flowing from his beautiful eyes in angry torrents.

.

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[sooinbloom]

genre: fluff, one shot, Chanyeol!AU, EXO!AU, romance

word count: 2,247

theme: established relationship, springtime romance, long distance

warnings: none, just a slightly spicy scene

summary: Park Chanyeol has been dating his long distance girlfriend, Nina, for a two years. Every year he travels to her hometown, Hirosaki, for the cherry blossom festival. This year, he’s going to make the biggest move yet - asking her to marry him.

song that inspired this one shot: be my love by EXO-CBX

requested by: @loeyyuniverse

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Chanyeol loved springtime in Japan.

That’s almost an understatement, considering that he made an annual pilgrimage to Hirosaki just for the cherry blossom festival. It became a tradition with his best friend, Kyungsoo, when they were in their university days. Of course he enjoyed his time with his dearest friend, walking the park and gazing up at the bright spring blooms on the trees but over time there was another reason he enjoyed coming to this city every year.

Around the fourth annual trip to Japan, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were looking for a café to grab coffee before enjoying the blooms on a brisk Saturday morning. While on the search, he saw the most beautiful girl in a café window, her eyes bright with a warm smile as she took the orders of patrons sitting at a small table. Her hair fell off of her shoulder like a midnight-colored waterfall, her cute nods and smirks stopped him dead in his tracks.

He knew he had to have her. Kyungsoo caught on and immediately dragged his love-stricken best friend in the café. Even with resistance, Kyungsoo managed to get him over the threshold of the café door and inside to see this mysterious girl. It was unusual for Chanyeol to be nervous when talking to girls and Kyungsoo knew it. It was all the more enjoyable to see Chanyeol bumbling around like a nervous teenager while speaking to this girl.

“What’s your name?” Chanyeol stutters.

“Nina.” As soon as her name left her mouth, it engrained itself in Chanyeol’s mind and etched into his heart. It sounded like the breeze when it combed through the air on a bright spring morning just like this one.

Surprisingly, Chanyeol managed to get Nina’s number that day. Ever since, they slowly fell for each other over texts and video calls. For two years, the trip to Japan became another chance to see his love. Being with Nina made Chanyeol feel like he was on fire. It was the only way he could describe it. In every sense of the word, she made him warm. She made him passionate. She made him love her endlessly in all of the ways he never expected to love anyone.

Chanyeol hated it when their romantic rendezvouses would come to an end. He’d keep her close in his arms the night before he had to fly back home, kissing her soft skin and promising not to let another year go by until she was in his arms again. They never intended to be long distance, but they had to because life seemed to hold them at separate pinpoints on a globe. That is, until Chanyeol decided to move the pins much closer than they ever were before.

“This year, my sweet love, will be the last year of missing each other,” he said into his phone as he got undressed from a long day at work. His suitcase lay open as he simultaneously packed for the trip.

“Oh? Why… is that?” Nina replied, amused at the less confident tone in Chanyeol’s voice. It was unusual. He was up to something.

“I transferred to the Japanese headquarters of the company. I’ll be moving to Tokyo.” Chanyeol grins into the phone.

“Are you serious?” She gasps, unable to control her smile.

“I’m serious. You’re opening the café in Tokyo and I miss the chance of waking up to your beautiful smile every morning.”

“Will we still…”

“Don’t worry, my love, we will still meet in Hirosaki this year. I promise. And it’s going to be our favorite trip.”

The day Chanyeol and Nina reunited at the airport was the ultimate daydream come true, it always was. Nina welcomed him in her usual run-and-pounce greeting she gave him at the airport. Oddly, this time he was alone. Usually, Kyungsoo and his girlfriend, Aria, would tag along on these trips, but Nina surmised that maybe it wasn’t going to happen like usual this year.

Once the greetings and kisses were all but done, Chanyeol hailed a cab and took control of the situation. The couple cuddled in the backseat of the cab, fingers entwined with Nina’s head perched on Chanyeol’s shoulder, something she could only do if they were both sitting down. Being with a man almost an entire foot taller than you had its hits and misses, the novelty at times fell short when it really counted.

“Your castle awaits you, my love.” Chanyeol steps out of the cab and throws his arm toward a small house in the midst of the cherry blossom trees. It was homey, like it was plopped from middle earth.

“Is this for us?” Nina shyly smirks. The moon had already taken its place in the sky, it made the magic of the moment heighten in Nina’s curious eyes.

“Of course, now come on. Let’s settle in.” Chanyeol insists excitedly. Once they walked into their home for the week, the walls embraced them with a cozy atmosphere. The wooden floors creaked under their feet as they moved deeper into the small four walls, dimly lit by soft yellow light that made the place feel like an old classic novel. If Nina didn’t know any better, she felt as though she were transported into another dimension where cottage-core was everyone’s way of life, not just her imagination’s. Chanyeol ducked through the doorways and took note of the seemingly ancient record player in the center of the living room.

His eyes scanned the small stack of records, old big band from the 1940’s was right at the top. It was a necessary amenity he knew he’d need at the perfect moment on their trip.  Once the couple reached the bedroom, he set their luggage on the floor and helplessly gazed into his beloved’s welcoming eyes.

“What do you think?” Chanyeol asked nervously. He craved Nina’s approval, he yearned to see that beautiful smile upturn onto her face. Once Nina gave her nod of approval, and the showing of teeth Chanyeol was banking on, he immediately took her into his arms and brushed his eager lips onto hers. Savoring the moment, he gently lay her down on the bed, slowly sliding her sweater off of her shoulders. Planting kisses on her neck and taking in her scent, sweet nothings fell out of his mouth and onto her ears.

It didn’t take long for the long-distance lovers to get lost in each other, making up for lost time and desperate miles between them. They held each other and collided in kisses and soft touches for what seemed like the entire night. Chanyeol stopped at nothing to make her feel like the only woman in the world. He took her in his arms and melted their bodies together in a collision of sweet and obscene.  

He drank her in with his senses, he had no problem being desolate in her, because with her is where he was found. Chanyeol only hoped that the momentum of their romance would continue to play out tomorrow, because he was about to put all of his cards on the table for her and there was no looking back.

After lattes and pastries in the morning, Chanyeol set off on his mission to make this the most memorable day for Nina. They wandered Hirosaki, taking in the sights of the cherry blossoms swaying on the tree branches. He held her hand as they walked through her favorite bookstore, allowing her to buy whatever she wanted. There was absolutely no limit when it came to Nina. Anything she wanted; Chanyeol was happy to give it to her.

Cherry blossom petals were in her hair, and he didn’t dare take one of them away from her. He loved her this way, she was so cute in her yellow and white checkered dress that she insisted on wearing today. He kissed her on street corners and proudly had her on his arm, he envisioned his life like this every single day. It had to be this way, its the only way that was right.

He adored how the sun made her shine even more brightly than she already did. The dainty box in his pocket was starting to burn a hole in his pants but it never seemed to be the right time to bring it up. He hoped his anxiety wasn’t so obvious on his face. After they wandered every street and saw every sight to see, the couple went back to their small house amongst the soft cherry blossoms.

“I had the best day today, Yeolie!” Nina beamed up at her amorous lover. He grinned down at her, combing his black hair back with his long fingers. Nina couldn’t help but bite her lip at the way his undercut suited him so well, or how his Rolex gleamed in the light as he tossed his hair back. Suddenly, the mood changed. Chanyeol pulled out a bottle of Cabernet, rummaging the cabinets for wine glasses but he only seemed to find regular, cherry blossom themed glasses with pink stained blooms on the sides that looked like they belonged in his grandmother’s house.

“What are you doing?” Nina giggled.

“Spoiling my princess… With granny cups of wine.” Chanyeol muttered, disappointed in his failed efforts. With a soft hand, Nina brought his chin up so he could look her in the eye.

“You’re so cute.” She sweetly chided. She took her cup and clinked it with Chanyeol’s, his arm now secure around her waist. With a sudden jerk, Chanyeol walked over to the old record player in the living room, putting the needle on the record he spotted last night, a familiar melody filled the air.

“Come here. Dance with me.” Chanyeol smiles, offering his hand to Nina.

“Don’t mind if I do.” She blushed, taking him up on his offer. Nina allowed Chanyeol to lead, as clumsy as he was. She found it charming how he would trip over his two feet when he got nervous. She’d never tell him that she knew how hyper aware he became of every tiny detail when they were together. They swayed gently (and awkwardly) to the big band song she loved so much but could never remember the name of. They finished their wine and kept dancing, the alcohol making them sway a little bit more than normal.

“You still have cherry blossoms in your hair.” Chanyeol whispers, combing her hair back with his fingers. Nina reaches for her hair, but Chanyeol playfully swats her hand away.

“No, leave them. It makes you look like springtime.”

“I’m sorry but that’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Nina chuckles, Chanyeol just brings her closer.

“You act like I am not the most charming man in the world. You should feel honored.” He cockily states, puffing his chest. Nina playfully pushes Chanyeol’s shoulder, then rests her head against it. The pounding of his heart was evident, but why? She felt him slowly inhale, then exhale. Chanyeol stopped their dancing and took Nina’s hands into his.

“I have to tell you something.”

Oh god. He’s breaking up with me. Nina’s mind went in at least six different directions as Chanyeol said those six words.

“Y-you do?”

“Nina… Listen. I…” Chanyeol bends his knees, debating on kneeling or standing. He settles for somewhere in the middle with red cheeks.

“I… Nina…”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Nina blurts, Chanyeol rapidly shakes his head.

“No! Love. Baby. Nina… I just… Why do you have to look at me like that?”

“Like what?!” Nina exclaims, confused by the sudden change in the mood.

“Like that!” Chanyeol motions toward her face.

“What am I supposed to do?!”

“LET ME ASK YOU TO MARRY ME!” Chanyeol blurts, the with wide eyes, covers his mouth. Nina’s jaw drops as Chanyeol turns from her for a moment, then returns to her gaze. He drops to his knee right next to the open window; cherry blossom petals blow into the house and soften the moment.

“Nina. I can’t imagine another year of you on my screen. I fell in love with you in the café down the street two years ago. I want those two years to turn into twelve. Those twelve to twenty. Those twenty to forty and onto forever. I love you more than life itself, and any time I think of spring and see cherry blossoms, I think of you and how you made my life so much brighter. Baby… Will you marry me?”

Chanyeol shakily opens the dainty box that housed Nina’s dream engagement ring, nestled in between a black velvet cushion. The center stone glistened in the low light, a soft cherry blossom pink. Every single moment they shared flashed before her eyes and led up to this very moment, with Chanyeol’s boba eyes begging her for an answer. Nina gets down on her knees with Chanyeol and nods.

“Yes, Yeolie. I’ll marry you.” Nina grins, allowing Chanyeol to slide the ring on her finger. He stands and brings her up into his arms, kissing her lips in fervent need.

“I love you. I love you so much.” Chanyeol whispers in between kisses. This moment was everything he hoped it would be. The cards were on the table, showing two hearts. He remembered to thank Kyungsoo for dragging him into the café that day, because if he didn’t… He wouldn’t be in this moment with the love of his life.

His forever love.

[louisatfanfics]

Sinopse: Viver em uma casa amaldiçoada foi o suficiente para Park Chanyeol sentir medo, superar o luto e conhecer o amor. Parece irônico lidar com várias emoções simultaneamente, mas tudo foi compensado por ele ter alguém ao seu lado, sendo ele o grande amor da sua vida, Byun Baekhyun. Mas, logicamente, que morar em um local conturbado não faria o seu relacionamento ser fácil, afinal, se apaixonou por um espírito e a única noite livre que ele poderia ter com o seu grande amor era no dia das bruxas e essa noite foi o suficiente para perpetuar o que sentiam no para sempre.

LINK DA HISTÓRIA: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/uma-noite-livre-com-voce-24538249

[jongbross]

a damn good feeling (sub!park chanyeol x reader)

pairing: sub!park chanyeol x reader word count: 3748 genre: smutty warnings: description of sexual activies, fingering/anal play (male receiving), blowjob, handjob, nipple play, swearing, reader is a producer, chanyeol is really sensitive a/n: can you imagine this huge, giant baby being a sub? cause i do! happy birthday, yeollie, i love you to death <3

once again, you sighed as the inspiration did not come your way.

it’s been days since you started working on this new song, but somehow you got stuck in this part of the melody and it just didn’t flow anymore, your mind didn’t function when you tried to decide what should come next - even the lyrics felt somewhat wrong now.

as you heard a soft chuckle coming from behind you, you turned your chair around to meet chanyeol on the couch, legs spread wide as he smiled at his phone. his eyes met yours when he heard your chair, and suddenly his eyebrows were shot up almost to his hairline.

“did i disturb you? i’m sorry, i’ll be-”

“no, no. it wasn’t you, babe.”

chanyeol watched for a few seconds as you threw your head back, staring at the studio ceiling and once again sighing.

“what’s wrong?”, he asked.

you pouted, and he had to hold back a laugh. weren’t you the cutest thing ever?

“i can’t get past this part of the song. don’t know what should come next.”

chanyeol blocked his phone, putting away and paying close attention to you now. as your boyfriend (and a musician himself), it was his duty to try and help you.

“you have the lyrics, right?”

“yeah.”

“and the melody? ad libs?"

“i thought the melody and lyrics were alright, but now i don’t know anymore. i feel like it’s missing something, maybe it is the ad libs i recorded, but i didn’t actually like them. i don’t know… i don’t know.”

you two stayed that way for a moment, you staring at the ceiling and chanyeol staring at you. when he finally spoke again, you scoffed.

“can i hear it so far?”

“of course not!”, you exclaimed, shooting your eyes at him and making him laugh.

“come on, baby! i just wanna help!”

“yeah? so find another way”, you said, trying not to laugh too.

chanyeol knew how much you hated showing unfinished stuff to people, how you always tried finishing your projects on your own if that’s how you started.

well, at least he made you almost laugh.

“okay, so why don’t you come to rest with me for a bit? maybe it will help you ease your thoughts.”

he spread his arms in your direction, his comfortable aura calling out for you. his dark hair was kinda messed up, his gray jumper making him seem soft and warm. there was no way you could resist that.

you got up from your chair, smiling when chanyeol let out a little “yes!”. you sat next to him on the couch, feeling his big body embracing you and pulling you down with him as he laid down on top of you. chanyeol rested his head on your chest, intertwining your legs and taking a deep breath. you, on the other hand, closed your eyes at the amazing sensation of your boyfriend’s weight on top of you, his long arms involving you and his fluffy hair against your chin.

“you can sleep for a bit if you want to”, chanyeol calmly said. “i’ll wake you up.”

“nah, i don’t feel like sleeping.”

you slipped your hands under chanyeol’s jumper, thumbs caressing his back and slowly going up to his ribs. he hummed against your skin, melting at your touch and closing his eyes too.

it was all too comfortable, too soft. the perfect cozy moment you were longing for.

until you grabbed his flesh a bit tighter.

chanyeol’s soft moan didn’t go unnoticed. you opened your eyes, still feeling how relaxed he was against your body. you did it again, like you were trying to massage his skin - and, once again, chanyeol moaned.

“baby…”, he said against your skin.

“yeah?”

chanyeol looked at you then, resting his chin on your chest.

“what are you doing?”

“nothing”, you shrugged. “you’re the one who’s moaning at my bare touch.”

he smirked, gaze falling at your lips now and, in a split of seconds, his lips were on yours. chanyeol kissed you softly, taking all the time in the world to do so. his lips danced on top of yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth as he let go of your body and rested his arms on each side of your head on the couch, supporting his weight on his elbows now.

your hands kept wandering under his jumper, caressing his skin and making him sigh into your kiss. you pulled him a bit closer, palms spread on his back as his chest now rested on top of your torso, pressing just enough his skin to yours. your fingertips grabbed his flesh one more time, but not too gentle now, and chanyeol moaned on your lips.

the sound made you open your eyes once again, wide in realization. your lips stopped moving, and scared that something might have happened, chanyeol broke the kiss and looked at you.

“what’s wrong?”, he asked, curious about your reaction.

you looked at him, first taking in the sight - a light shade of red burning on his cheeks all up to his ears, lips parted and also red, plumped from the kiss. your hand left his back and went to his face, caressing his cheek. chanyeol leaned on your touch, eyes never leaving you.

“what are you thinking about?”, he asked.

“you’re so beautiful”, and you meant it.

“um… that’s not why you stopped though, i know you.”

you smiled, then so did he. you pecked his lips again, and again, and again; until you had him humming against you.

“can you… can you moan to me again?”

chanyeol smirked, shooting his eyebrows up.

“i didn’t know that got you going so much, baby.”

“that’s not it…”, you said, as chanyeol started to slowly kiss your neck and jaw. “i think i got it.”

“got what?”

you caressed chanyeol’s skin again as he sucked on your sweet spot. you licked your lips too, gathering the courage to spill your words.

“what i need for the song”, you started. another brief moment went by before you finished your thought. “i think… i think it’s your moaning.”

chanyeol stopped what he was doing. damn it, was he offended? i mean, not too many people would be comfortable getting their most private moment sounds recorded, let alone to be put on something that half the world would hear.

would he snap at you? would he think that was crossing the line?

your mind raced a million miles a minute, all into the seconds it took for chanyeol to finally look at you again. his eyes were narrowed, although there was no sign of anger on his beautiful face.

“you wanna… you wanna record me moaning to put on your song?”, he questioned.

you nodded, imagining exactly where his moans would sound better mixed to the melody. it would even increase the lyrics, as you sang about wanting something so badly but not being able to have it, the beat giving off the sexy vibes you wanted.

that was it. the thing that was missing, why the ad libs you recorded didn’t work and why you couldn’t get that song finished. it was begging for chanyeol’s moaning. that’s what it needed.

chanyeol looked away for a moment. shit, how would you apologize? your mind started writing a few apology notes so you would already know what to say in case chanyeol started an argument - but when it took him too long to react, you decided to push that idea away and just hope for the best.

“chanyeol, i-”

“okay”, he said, cutting you off. chanyeol looked at you, a playful smile on his lips. “let’s do it.”

you stared at him, confused.

“wait… like, for real? you ain’t mad i even suggested that?”

“not a bit”, it was his time to shrug. “if it will help you, then let’s do it. i won’t even ask for the credits.”

your smile got bigger and bigger as he spoke, cheeks hurting in happiness for how good your boyfriend was to you. suddenly, you attacked chanyeol with kisses all over his face - his lips, his nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead. it made him giggle and rest his face on the crook of your neck.

“thank you, babe! thank you, thank you, thank you! i promise i won’t tell anyone it’s you.”

“it’s okay”, he said, laughing. “but i will need some stimulation to moan just right for you…”

you rolled your eyes, smirking right away. chanyeol kissed your neck again, lifting his head to look at you. he was smirking too, a devilish look on his eyes.

“yeah? and what do you want me to do to you?”

“anything you’d like”, chanyeol whispered. “if you want me to moan, you’ll have to work for it.”

“that’s not too hard to get, yeol…”

chanyeol shivered at how you used his nickname but, mostly, at how your hands went back under his jumper, nails sinking on his skin. he closed his eyes, damning you for knowing his tastes almost better than himself.

it was your time to kiss his neck and jaw, lips and tongue leaving no piece of skin untouched. chanyeol groaned when you bit him, sure that that would leave a red mark on his throat; he didn’t care though.

chanyeol used one of his hands to grab your face and pull you to kiss your lips. this time, his kiss was intense and passionate, fingers holding you still while he started to build you up. your hands started working too, going up and down his back until you instinctively let them slip inside chanyeol’s sweatpants, grabbing his butt and making him moan once again.

“fuck…”, he said against your lips, and you smirked again.

“hold that thought.”

gently, you pushed chanyeol up so you could have some space to get up. you went to your desk, pressing a few buttons, trying not to seem too excited about that.

“you’re gonna record the whole thing?”, chanyeol spoke. you looked at him, now seated on the couch again with legs spread open and a bulge inside his pants. “naughty…”

you chuckled, going back to your boyfriend and straddling him, sitting on his lap. you helped chanyeol get out of his jumper, his chest now fully exposed to you and at your mercy. you took a deep breath before going in, decided to make his skin your white canvas. you heard him sigh as your lips connected to his collarbone, sliding across his chest and leaving a trace of open mouthed kisses. reaching lower, your tongue danced around his chest, tracing random figures and making chanyeol rest his head on the couch.

he was so lost in your actions that he didn’t actually feel how your hand made its way from his waist to his chest, the tip of your fingers grabbing his right nipple and pinching it hard. chanyeol moaned out loud, squeezing his eyes shut. yeah, that’s exactly the sound you wanted him to make.

you decided to take it further so you dragged your tongue to his left nipple, circulating it and sucking on it. chanyeol’s hands found the way to your waist, holding you so hard you could feel a bit of pain.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“stop it”, you said, tone switching to something more… bossy. “you don’t get to touch me unless i say so. understood?”

chanyeol didn’t answer, he just nodded furiously. so you pinched his nipple harder, and the way his dick twitched below you made it pretty clear you were on the right track.

“i made you a question. words, yeol.”

“yes, yes!”, he desperately said, looking at you. “i understand. just, please… don’t stop…”

“then why are you still touching me?”, as soon as the words left your mouth, his hands dropped from your waist and into the couch. you smiled at him. “good boy.”

you started once again to suck on his nipple, this time the one you had pinched. chanyeol moaned once again, bucking his hips up in a try to have some friction. so you complied, starting to dry hump him as your tongue made wet, naughty noises around his nipple. your lips started to move up as chanyeol moaned once again, this time a bit louder. you took a special time to work on his throat, sucking on the sensitive skin while your hips didn’t stop moving, not even for a second.

your hands roamed north too, caressing chanyeol’s chest and also scratching it, leaving red marks behind. one of your hands then rested around his neck, fingers digging into the skin and putting just the right amount of pressure.

“harder”, he moaned to you. “please… harder…”

“color?”, you whispered in his ear.

“green.”

so once again, you complied. your hand choked chanyeol a little bit harder, making him gasp and hold onto the couch cushion for dear life. he could feel your breathing on his ear and your hips moving against his clothed dick, and it just made him feel like he was welcomed into heaven. chanyeol licked his lips, opening his eyes and finally looking at you - he had to watch that scene with his own eyes.

he moaned again when you looked at him too, lips so plumped from sucking his skin. as the sound let out his mouth, you choked him harder once again, and instead of interrupting his sweet little noise it only made him moan louder out of pleasure. 

“good boy”, you praised him, index finger reaching to touch his lips. chanyeol didn’t hesitate to put it in his mouth and suck it, making you moan with him.

“baby, please…”, he whined.

“what? what do you want?”

“finger me”, chanyeol moaned, sucking your finger again.

you shook your head, letting go of his neck and, consequently, taking your finger out of his mouth.

“i don’t have lube here, love.”

“it’s okay, i trust you”, he said. “just… fuck, please… i wanna sound good to you.”

you shot an eyebrow up, challengingly looking at chanyeol. he nodded, blinking fast and hard as he bucked his hips up once again, knuckles getting white from how hard he was holding onto the couch’s cushion. chanyeol mumbled a few incomprehensible things, eyes closing when you squeezed his throat again.

he let out a breath as he felt you getting up from his lap. chanyeol was ready to complain, to whine, to beg you not to stop - he choked on his own words though as you kneeled in front of him, hands resting on both sides of his hips and tapping on his skin, a silent signal for him to move up so you could pull his sweatpants down. he did it then, a sigh leaving his lips as he finally felt himself getting free of those suddenly tight boxers. 

chanyeol didn’t say a word as you also took off his shoes, pulling his pants from both his legs so he was entirely naked in front of you now. he gasped when he felt your hands on his knees, pushing them and making enough room for you to be between his legs. your eyes finally looked away from his face and focused on his dick now, rock hard and begging for attention.

“please”, chanyeol whispered, voice melting in desperation.

“shhh…”, you shushed him, reaching two fingers to his lips and stuffing them into his mouth. “get them wet for me, baby”.

so as chanyeol sucked both your middle and ring finger, your other hand found its way to his member, slowly starting to pump it. he moaned around your digits, legs instinctively getting wider for you when he felt your thumb playing with his tip. you gathered all the precum you could possibly get, using it to make it easier for your hand to slide from the base to the top, and then repeat the movement over and over again. 

the moment chanyeol watched you gathering more of his fluids and using it to tease just the tip of his hole was when he lost it. he whimpered loudly, almost like he wasn’t still sucking on your fingers - and sucking it good. you circulated his entrance with your thumb mostly, making it just wet enough to push through it.

“use your safe words, okay?”, you asked, taking your fingers from his mouth with a pop.

“okay!”

chanyeol closed his eyes, already knowing what would follow. he felt, with tensed abs, as you slowly pushed your middle finger into him, a long and heavenly moan being let out from the back of his throat - or of his soul, you weren’t sure. you mirrored him and moaned too, just from how hot that whole scene was.

“color?”, you asked him, as soon as your whole finger was inside him.

“so fucking green”, he groaned. “more… please, more…”

you smirked, loving the way he licked his lips in anticipation. slowly, almost teasingly now, you pulled your middle finger out of him just so you could push it into again, now with your ring finger followed by it. chanyeol moaned once again, his voice getting deeper as he clenched around you when you were knuckles deep inside him.

your other hand went back to pumping his dick, which now was bright red and leaking. your fingers started to thrust into him, not too hard so you wouldn’t hurt him, but definitely not too soft so he could still feel you. 

“does it feel good, yeol?”

he nodded, and screamed when you squeezed the tip of his dick.

“use your words or i’ll stop.”

“yes!”, he immediately said. “yes, i-it does feel good! it feels so good, fuck, baby…”

“what’s the color?”

“green, green, green! just… just keep going, please. don’t stop.”

“i’m gonna suck you off now”, you told him, and smirked again as he quickly opened his eyes and looked down at you. “i don’t want you to hold back, okay? moan all you want, let it out. this is your show, baby.”

before he could answer it, you were already with your lips around his dick, sucking on his tip before taking all of him into your mouth and feeling him hitting the back of your throat. and chanyeol really obeyed you, because the scream he let out was sinful. the combination of your lips on him, your hot and soft mouth, and your fingers thrusting into the pace you knew he loved was all too much for him - there was no way he could hold back his moans, not even if he wanted to.

chanyeol cursed a little bit, nonsense words spilling out of his mouth and sometimes getting cut by another moan, sometimes by the calling of your name. surprisingly, his hands were still on each side of him, almost tearing the cushion into pieces as his nails were sinked into it. you loved how chanyeol could never disobey you, how he would always listen and obliged what you said.

his long moans echoed through the whole room, loud and smoothly. his voice was like velvet, and even when it cracked or he gasped, sighed instead of being vocal, it still sounded like the hottest song you’ve ever heard - well, it would sound like a song afterwards. there was particularly one moan he let out, when he felt you too moaning around his dick, that just made your heart skip a beat because, firstly, you were so in love with him and being the reason why he felt so good, being the only one who could pleasure him like that was priceless; and second, it would sound so fucking good to the beat of your song.

when chanyeol started to buck his hips up and clench around your fingers again though, you knew he was close. looking up at him, you saw his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat, as well as the red marks of your nails on his stomach and around his nipples, from your sucking. his eyes met yours, and with the tiniest smirk he could form, he moaned again.

oh, no. you don’t get to be cocky now, chanyeol.

he choked on whatever sound he was about to make when you twisted your fingers inside him, reaching his sweet spot for the first time that day and making him shut his eyes. you also pulled him out of your mouth, thumb caressing his tip - it still felt good, but it wasn’t your throat though.

“now what were you smiling for?”

“i’m sorry!”, chanyeol answered right on the spot. “i w-wasn’t, i swear i wasn’t! please, let me cum, baby. please…”

“liar”, you laughed, but still wrapped your lips around him again, pushing him to the back of your throat.

your goal was to make him cum now, and so you did. your fingers started to thrust him a little faster, each time twisting so they could reach where he wanted them the most. your tongue, skillful and hot, came in touch with all of his dick, hand paying some attention to the base of it. 

it didn’t take too long. his moans got familiarly louder and squeaky, so you weren’t surprised when you felt him coming inside your mouth - in fact, you did your best to swallow everything. chanyeol dropped his head to the back of the couch, chest raising and dropping as he tried to catch his breath. still sensitive, still high from his release, he whined when he felt you pulling both his dick out of your mouth and your fingers out of him, suddenly feeling empty and exposed. when you opened your eyes though, it was your time to gasp.

“yeol”, you whispered, quickly getting up and sitting beside him. “are you crying?”

one of your hands instinctively found its way to his face, wiping the silent tears from the corner of his eyes. chanyeol slightly chuckled as he leaned into your touch - your hand smelled like him, and he very much enjoyed that.

“yeah, that was… that was just intense”, he whispered back, finally touching you and holding your wrist, so you couldn’t let go of his face. “one of the best orgasms i had lately.”

you chuckled, pulling him in for a soft, long kiss. his sweaty forehead came in touch with yours, one resting against the other while he sincerely smiled at you.

“you were so good, love”, you praised him, kissing him again. “such a good boy.”

“well… anything for the music.”

[byuntrash101]

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[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Everyone but Chanyeol (flu)

Caregiver(s): Chanyeol

Word Count: 1349

Notes: Sometimes what matters most to me are the silly goose interactions. Also, this clip lives in my head rent free, so I had to give a nod to it.

“Okay, I don’t mean to be that guy, but I literally have no hoodies left, people,” Chanyeol announced. To anyone else, he’d sound beyond irritated. His members, though, was saw right through the hands on hips, pouted lips, weight leaning in one hip routine. 

“Sucks to be you,” Sehun replied, currently scrolling aimlessly on his phone while smushed against Minseok’s left shoulder. He was currently wearing Chanyeol’s navy blue hoodie. Minseok was in the purple hoodie, but he at least had the decency to ask Chanyeol for it instead of raiding his closet. Like the rest of the ungrateful heathens spread throughout the living room.

Chanyeol crossed his arms over his (hoodie-less) chest. “I’m serious.”

“Maybe try covering your mouth and not giving the rest of us the flu, then,” Kyungsoo shot back, less teasing than Sehun. His eyes were blazing, forehead creased with ire, his fury completely untouched by his disheveled, clearly ill appearance. It also didn’t help that he was swimming in one of Chanyeol’s black hoodies. Still, Minseok reached over with the arm Sehun wasn’t using as a pillow and pulled the younger man towards him, guiding his head onto his lap to soothe him. Of the members, Kyungsoo hated getting sick the most, and he’d been incredibly sensitive and ready to fight since he’d spiked a fever two days ago. Especially if anyone made the mistake of reminding him he was sick. 

“Soo-ya, be nice,” Junmyeon (another black hoodie) chided softly. The leader was currently trapped in their recliner under a sleeping Baekhyun (light pink). He didn’t mind being trapped there at all though; the vocalist’s gentle breathing was slowly but surely lulling the leader to sleep as well. And more sleep would be much welcomed after getting only three proper hours the previous night due to A.) Jongin’s fever spiking and causing nightmares that had him throwing up at 3am, B.) Sehun having a panic attack at Jongin puking, and C.) his own coughing. 

“He’s not wrong though,” Sehun added unhelpfully. 

“And it’s not like he isn’t already getting his karma back in the form of… well… this.” Jongin (maroon hoodie) waved his hands in a large circle to encompass the whole of the living room. He was currently sitting on the floor in front of the couch, back resting against Minseok’s legs. He’d plopped down there an hour ago, and nobody had gathered the strength to ask him why yet. 

“Yeah, we’re the world’s best punishment,” Sehun added. “Only fit for the most devious of criminals.”

“You are such drama queens,” Chanyeol groaned, running a hand down his face. 

“And you are the world’s worst nurse,” Sehun shot back, leaning over the back of the couch and pointing an accusatory finger at his fellow rapper. “If you were better at this, maybe we wouldn’t all still be sick.”

“Yeah! Park Chanyeol: worst health care professional,” Jongin played along, patting Sehun’s knee in support. 

“More like health care crisis,” Kyungsoo mumbled. Jongin and Sehun laughed. 

“Guys, I’m right here,” Chanyeol sighed. The past week had undoubtedly been a trial of Herculean proportions. Yes, it was true that Chanyeol had been the first in the group to get sick, but it wasn’t like he’d actively tried to infect the rest of them. It wasn’t his fault they were coming off of a busy award season of back to back performances with tight dressing rooms, little sleep, and mindlessly shared water bottles. He’d been as careful as possible, yet two days after he’d recovered, Jongin woke up coughing, and it was all down hill from there. They’d all dropped in record time. And really the issue over the hoodies was the only tangible way Chanyeol knew how to express his own frustration at having to do this practically by himself. 

“Wait, since when?” Junmyeon joked. Of course Junmyeon was on Chanyeol’s side, even if he couldn’t physically help him much. Minseok too. But the support of his hyungs was meaningless since the rest of the members were a toss up depending on the hour. And, because of that, Chanyeol sighed, conceding the hoodie argument as his audience was clearly not in the right headspace for it.

As he made his way towards the living area, Jongdae (light blue) stumbled into the room, the physical embodiment of clammy and miserable. He staggered to the couch, climbing over the arm by Kyungsoo and settling in behind the younger vocalist so he could rest his head on Minseok’s only available shoulder. 

“Did you throw up again?” Sehun asked, peeking across Minseok. Jongdae nodded, eyes closed. “Well don’t do it again in here, okay?”

“No promises,” Jongdae slurred. Kyungsoo whined, squirming in discomfort until Minseok’s fingers began running through his hair again.  

“Guys, are we pathetic?” Jongin asked from his spot on the floor. 

“Yes,” Chanyeol answered. 

“Pretty sure that’s just a symptom of the flu,” Minseok added, shifting as much as possible to accommodate the grown men sticking to him like magnets. “Also, Yeollie, there are a few of your hoodies in the dryer. I started a load of laundry yesterd- or was it two days ago?” A soft smile creeped up Chanyeol’s lips as Minseok bit his lip in thought. “It… it doesn’t matter when. They’re in the dryer, okay?”

“Thanks, hyung.”

“Hey, don’t help him!” Sehun whined. “That’s not part of the game!”

“What game?” Minseok shook his head. 

“The one where we steal all of his hoodies, duh,” Sehun scoffed. 

“Let me guess: as karma for bringing the flu into the house?” Junmyeon asked sarcastically. Sehun nodded and Jongin snapped his approval.

“Guys, I physically cannot apologize anymore than I have. What more do you want from me?” Chanyeol exclaimed, at the edge of his patience. 

“Sweetheart, they’re delirious, ignore them,” Junmyeon replied peaceably. 

“We want justice!” Jongin exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air. 

“Too loud…” Kyungsoo moaned, burying his face deeper into Minseok’s pajama-clad thigh. Kyungsoo’s shifting disturbed Jongdae, who had nearly fallen asleep, and the older vocalist whined in response. 

“Okay, I physically cannot hold another person, so I’m gonna need you all to at least try to contain your emotions,” Minseok spoke up, more than a tad desperate. “Or I’m gonna need someone to hold me too.” 

“Let’s watch a movie,” Chanyeol suggested. The tension in the room immediately diffused, as both Jongin and Sehun’s snapped to attention at the promise of an activity. Chanyeol was genuinely taken aback, but quickly jumped back into action. “Yeah, let’s put in a movie. We can all chill together.”

“That sounds perfect.” Junmyeon smiled up at him, both pride and relief clear in his eyes. “What movie do you guys want?” Jongin and Sehun both gave their opinions, talking over each other and arguing amongst themselves about the merits of their successive choices. Chanyeol tipped his head to make eye contact with the eldest. “Minseokie, hyung? What do you think?”

Minseok smiled. “The Little Mermaid.”

“The Little Mermaid it is,” Chanyeol declared, swiping the remote from the coffee table and ignoring the protests from the youngest members. It didn’t take long past the opening credits for all complaints to cease, the entire living room absorbed by the magic of Disney. Chanyeol smiled to himself as he returned to the kitchen to check on the soup he’d started earlier; it still had an hour or so to go, but was already smelling amazing. He was rather proud of himself for this one. Sehun and Kyungsoo and Jongin could tease him all they wanted; Park Chanyeol knew a thing or two about successfully nursing his pathetic brothers back to health. 

After checking on dinner, Chanyeol returned to the living room, pulling up one of the chairs from the kitchen table between the recliner and couch so he could easily get up if anyone needed anything. 

“Hey Yeollie?”

The rapper turned his attention to the couch, where Kyungsoo’s whispered voice had called him. “Yeah, bud?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Letting us borrow your hoodies.” 

Chanyeol smiled, all his prior irritation forgotten. “Anything for you guys.”

[marvelous-llama]

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Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 5.5k) royal AU, arranged marriage - angst, fluff You’re unsure but hopeful about your arranged marriage to the handsome Prince Chanyeol of the neighboring kingdom. But you’re in for an unpleasant surprise when you find out he’s in love with someone else, and completely despises the idea of being married to you. 

series

Entangled by @mybiasisexo

Chanyeol x f.reader exes to lovers - angst, smut Your good friend, Kim Junmyeon, is getting married, and with that news comes a lot of old history with a certain ex that will be present at said wedding–yikes

The 9th Infantry Couple by @justwritedreams

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 15.4k) enemies to lovers - angst, fluff, action, smut You saved Chanyeol’s life, your biggest enemy, and now you will charge.

Sexual Fantasies & Hypnotic by @justwritedreams

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 2.7k + 2.4k) friends to lovers - fluff, smut, crack

[just-some-random-blogger]

kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom  

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

[starillusion13]

EXO PLANET

“ This is not your usual party.”

One-shots

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Kim Minseok

“ Don’t you wanna let me in?”

Kim Junmyeon

“Your beauty is sparkling even with no makeup.”

Byun Baekhyun

“Hear me out my love!”

BAMBI - Byun Baekhyun

Our Angel - B.Bh

Are you jealous? - B.Bh

Kim Jongdae

“Maybe another day, I will tell you my secret.”

Park Chanyeol

“A monster can also have a Cinderella like you.”

Four Seasons of Love - Park Chanyeol

Do Kyungsoo

“Everything you say, I will make you regret it.”

Kim Jongin

“Have you tasted the mixture of Cream & Soda?”

Oh Sehun

“The Oh in my name is for people when they are love fool for me.”

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[fyeah-chanyeol]

[Yoon Kyesang Interview] My "son" EXO Chanyeol has the potential to be an "actor-dol" Yoon Kyesang shared his thoughts on working with Park Chanyeol as his son. "First of all, the child actor looked so much like him. I told the director he was a genius, but he said it was just a coincidence. Chanyeol's energy after the 1st [script] reading was so good. I said, "I'm your dad" and he was so cute. While watching it, I felt that he did a really good job." He was asked to evaluate Chanyeol as a senior actor-dol (he is also a member of the group g.o.d.) "Of course, there is potential for him to be an actor-dol. He did very very well. There was a scene where director Mo Wan-il filmed everything, and he was impressed by the constant effort he put in no matter how many takes he did. Just hearing that story made me think he really works hard. If he works hard like that, things will definitely go well for him."

Yoon Kyesang: "I think Chanyeol did really well. Director Mo Wan-il told me one episode when they had to take a long full shot, and they were filming at the end, and he said that there was quite a distance to run, but Chanyeol ran so hard to the point that his legs could give out. He also said Chanyeol did a very good job when there was a gathering of actors, even though Chanyeol wasn't there. Just hearing that made me think that he's really working hard and really wants to do well."

[Go Minsi Interview]

"From the viewers point of view, I think the characters of Bomin (Ha Yoonkyung & Lee Jung-eun) and Giho (Park Chanyeol) expressed the messages instilled within the dialogue throughout the drama in a very charming way."

Translation by No Loey No Life 1 2 3.

[namj00m]

Exo Masterlist

All writings belong and were created by me. If you’re posting my work anywhere please be sure to either credit me or inform me that you are using my writings. Hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

✞ - Smut

❁ - Fluff

✄ - Angst

⚐ - One Shot

⚑ - Series

Kim Junmyeon ↳

coming soon!

Kim Minseok ↳

coming soon!

Byun Baekhyun ↳

coming soon!

Kim Jongdae ↳

coming soon!

Zhang Yixing ↳

coming soon!

Park Chanyeol ↳

coming soon!

Do Kyungsoo  ↳

coming soon!

Kim Jongin ↳

coming soon!

Oh Sehun ↳

coming soon!

[a9saga]

I started typing this whole thing on mobile and couldn't figure out how to put a break in and I refuse to update the app. Fuck it. You are scrolling past this whole damn thing. Unfollow me. This is all I'm gonna be talking about for the next two weeks.

Exo needs to break up. They have needed to break up. That was my hot take I had been saying I'd eventually share but I never got around to it, and now it's a lot more apparent. Not that I thought this was going to happen. I thought that when I finally posted this, someone might be mad about it, but in wake of CBX's lawsuit I don't think anyone's going to be surprised to hear it.

I was sure exo members were done suing SM entertainment a long time ago. It's been 9 years since Kris and Luhan filed their lawsuits, both of whom won. It's been 8 years since Tao's hiatus, and almost 8 since he filed his lawsuit months later, which he ended up losing despite never rejoining exo. I became a fan of exo during Call Me Baby promotions when Tao was still dancing with a broken leg. I was 15 at the time, about to turn 16. EXO scandals were extremely fresh and ongoing. But those three are so far in the past now. Lay quietly decided not to renew recently, but he hadn't been able to appear with the group for 5 years so, yeah. No surprise. But I really thought it was all done when EXO-M was done for.

Well, I can tell you why I'd been thinking for a while EXO should break up. It's because they're really a thing of the past, and essentially after Love Shot, it felt like there was nowhere to go from there.

That felt like the last breath of their 5 year long prime. Don't get me wrong, it was awesome. EXO have hit after hit after hit, think of the absolute best most addictive song by your favorite pop artist, and EXO have a discography of mostly those. But they haven't grown and changed artistically or commercially as a group. They've been around 11 years, they're in their 30s now, and I don't even think most of them have the heart to revitalize their prime like Super Junior did after their military hiatus was over. Maybe a couple of them have it in them to do the pop star thing for their entire careers, but I didn't think that like, Sehun or Chanyeol were necessarily passionate about creating new music for the rest of their career. Chen has a family now and that's also something I'd like the rest of exo to afford without their huge commercial group getting in the way of that. The only one I felt for sure would not be done anytime soon was Baekhyun. I thought he'd be the new Kangta of the group, sticking around when EXO were dormant and fizzled out. I never thought SM would actually let them break up, like H.O.T did when I was a baby. But yeah, Baekhyun leaving shocks me the most. Not that I blame him. I do fully believe the allegations made in the lawsuit as SM have had such a shady reputation.

Looking at SM's pre-EXO boy groups, one might say EXO were the main successor to Super Junior, because, obviously, both groups debuted with 12 people. Large groups like that weren't really a thing in kpop before Super Junior debuted. Additionally, Han Geng of Suju was one of the first Chinese kpop idols. In 2008, two more Chinese members were added to the sub unit Super Junior-M, which released Mandarin versions of pre-existing and original Korean Super Junior songs. Hm, this sounds familiar. I only just built up a better case for the EXO/SJ argument. Diana and I talk about this sometimes though; I once made an argument that I think EXO was more a successor to TVXQ/DBSK (Tong Vfang Xien Qi/Dong Bang Shin Ki), which I would have forgotten saying if she never brought up that one time i said it ever again.

In July of 2009, JYJ threw the first brick at SM Entertainment I mean TVXQ's members Kim "Hero" Jaejoong, Park "Micky" Yoochun and Kim "Xiah" Junsu filed a lawsuit against SM for contract termination, claiming they had been coerced into slave contracts as minors. They were 22-23 at the time, TVXQ having debuted on December 26th, 2003. The three of them won the lawsuit, signed to C-Jes Entertainment and formed the new group, JYJ, of just the three of them. It was assumed the original five piece was dead by that point, but surprisingly, in 2010, Jung "U-Know" Yunho and Shim "Max" Changmin chose to stay at SM and continue TVXQ as a duo.

This whole thing is arguably the most significant scandal in the 30-year history of SM. TVXQ had been SM's biggest success to date and some argue they and Boa still are. Your faves wouldn't have cracked Japan without the efforts of those two, and if kpop didn't reach Japan in the early 2000s, the entertainment industry in a small East Asian country wouldn't have become huge across the entire planet---and frankly, if TVXQ hadn't been big internationally, they'd have been done for because SM had them blacklisted from Korean television for a decade.

Han Geng of Super Junior actually did file for contract termination shortly after JYJ did, also for mistreatment. As did Luhan, Tao and Kris as we've already acknowledged. But all four of them could move to the entertainment industry in China. Sure, you're always going to lose something by leaving as big a group as EXO, Super Junior or TVXQ, but SM hasn't been sued by its Korean idols since JYJ. Baekhyun, Xiumin and Chen know that they're putting at least as much on the line. And now, like TVXQ, more than half of EXO are no longer in the group, and the majority of the run for the both of them has had this cloud of mistreatment over their reputations. They were also both so unstoppably huge and popular.

I was in elementary school for DB5K's prime, and there were fans of kpop in the west but I can't tell you what their success across Asia looked like as someone who wasn't there. But I can tell you, between 2015-2016 when kpop gradually started to become very big, EXO for a time were bringing in more people to kpop than A Particularly Famous Group in the West I Have No Interest in Naming Because I Don't Want Their Fucking Fans Derailing My Post With Unrelated Discourse While I'm Not Even Talking About Them. Just believe me there was a time when EXO were way more popular in the west than Said Band I Decline to Specify, the eclipse that happened was gradual, and to my understanding EXO continued to be the biggest thing in Asia despite that another one eventually cracked America more and I'm not denying that they did. Point is, EXO coming first was important to all of that, because I and several others wouldnt have heard of the one kpop group if EXO didnt get us all into kpop first from 2013-15/16.

That all said now, this was all very much not how I'd wanted EXO to actually end. This is crashing and burning. Much like TVXQ, EXO is not going to be able to have a reunion after this, because they'll never receive SM's blessing to work together. I mean, EXO-M never would. 12 member EXO hardly lasted for two years though and their prime was very new when people started leaving, so to be honest, I don't know if the kids getting into EXO in the 2020s would really care to see Luhan, Tao, and Someone Sitting In Prison Whose Name I've Uttered More Than I'd Like To.

But in a similar vain, while DB5K originally split into two, JYJ are all off in different directions now. Yoochun was fired. Junsu left C-Jes and made his own label. Jaejoong did the same recently. Could you tell I listen TVXQ? But yeah, now that there are more than 3-4 people departed from EXO, they've got former members going in a lot of different directions. Someone already said it but I hope Xiumin follows Luhan back now. Back in my day Xiuhan were so cute.

Also, since I managed not to slip this into the post anywhere.... these guys have been showing up to work. Every damn day they've been showing up to work, that's another reason why it's so shocking. Chen dropped a song days ago and Baekhyun has been doing shows, posting dance practices, EXO have been appearing together for their 11th anniversary and supposed upcoming comeback. Whaaat a slap in the face. I support CBX 100% though and you should too.

[fanficstwomoons]

Noite de cinema

[CHANKAI | SEBAEK | ONE SHOT | FLUFFY] Jongin ficou extremamente feliz quando o melhor amigo, Baekhyun, começou a namorar Sehun, alguém que aceitava toda excentricidade e cuidava muito bem do seu hyung. O problema começou quando o Kim conheceu o melhor amigo do Sehun, Chanyeol, porque desde esse fatídico dia não conseguiu tirar o Park da cabeça. Por isso, Baekhyun decidiu que usaria noites de cinema em casa para juntar os dois enquanto dava uns beijinhos no namorado.

Byun Baekhyun tinha o melhor namorado do mundo e ele podia provar isso! A verdade era que toda vez que sentava na frente do computador para jogar e colocava seus fones cor de rosa com orelhinhas de gato, isolando-se do mundo, sabia que aquele era o melhor presente que poderia ter ganho.

Sua cor preferida era rosa e isso não tinha nada a ver com sua orientação sexual, afinal era bi, e se fosse pra seguir estereótipo, a cor teria que ser lilás, porque possivelmente era o que daria na junção do rosa e azul. 

Dificilmente contava da sua cor preferida, afinal de contas pessoas idiotas existiam aos montes! Mas quando falou para Sehun na primeira semana de namoro, ao mostrar a foto do fone falando que era a coisa mais fofa do mundo, foi surpreendido pelo mais novo no dia seguinte com o tal fone.

Sehun era de longe uma das melhores pessoas que havia entrado na vida do Byun. Haviam se conhecido na faculdade de uma maneira completamente inusitada porque enquanto Baek, o mais velho, era estudante de Análise e Desenvolvimento de Sistema, o mais novo era calouro de Moda. Um dia estava no laboratório de informática pronto pra jogar Pubg e viu outro aluno já fazendo aquilo. Foi amor à primeira tela. 

Depois disso, não demorou muito para que engajassem num relacionamento, regado a muita pizza, coca cola e chutes para fazer com o que o outro perdesse a concentração na hora do jogo e assim pudesse vencer.

Apresentar Sehun a Jongin também foi algo que aconteceu de uma maneira muito natural. Kim Jongin era o seu melhor amigo desde que se entendia por gente. Pegou ele no colo quando o mesmo era só uma bolinha de carne e se viu dividindo todos os seus sonhos e piores medos conforme os anos se passaram.

Jongin aprovou Sehun de cara. Qualquer pessoa que aceitava Baekhyun dentro de toda sua excentricidade, sem qualquer tipo de olhar torto ou comentário descabido, com certeza merecia o coração do seu hyung. De começo foi estranho para o jovem estudante de Veterinária conseguir se soltar perto do estudante de Moda porque Jongin não conseguia socializar muito bem, e Sehun era bonito demais, e o desconcentrava. Mas o Byun rapidinho encontrou assuntos em comum e uma amizade entre os dois mais novos surgira.

Até aí, aparentemente, estava tudo certo. Jongin não se importava em “segurar vela” do casal porque os dois nunca o deixavam de fora de nada. Na verdade, era bem o contrário disso! Tinha vezes que eles marcavam de ver filmes juntos e o Kim se encontrava no meio do Oh e do Byun porque ambos eram folgados o suficiente para usar o colo do Jongin como um ótimo travesseiro.

Mas, num belo dia, Sehun chegou com um sorrisinho no rosto falando que seu melhor amigo finalmente voltara do Japão, e queria muito apresentar aos dois. E foi assim que Jongin se apaixonou por Park Chanyeol. 

Não foi algo por querer, na verdade, quando Jongin chegou na lanchonete ele estava com os olhinhos fechados de tanto sono devido à vida acadêmica, mas não queria fazer uma desfeita para o Oh que marcara aquele jantar para que todos pudessem se conhecer. Mas toda a sonolência foi embora quando finalmente viu o Park frente a frente, abrindo um sorriso bonito e estendendo a mão para cumprimentar o Kim.

Ainda estava em choque quando sentou em sua cadeira e ouviu Sehun falar o quanto sentiu saudades do melhor amigo que o abandonou para fazer um intercâmbio. Baekhyun olhou um tantinho desconfiado para o maior, como se avaliasse bem a amizade do namorado e também sem saber como o mesmo iria reagir a si. 

No fundo, havia aquele medo que o estudante de Relações Internacionais não fosse com sua cara e tentasse atrapalhar seu namoro de alguma forma. Aquilo não durou mais do que meia hora! Os dois tinham tantas coisas em comuns que pareciam ser as mesmas pessoas mas em corpos diferentes, que o pobre Sehun praticamente sobrou enquanto os outros dois conversavam animados.

Jongin seguiu em silêncio em boa parte do jantar. Era um garoto extremamente tímido e sentiu as bochechas ficarem vermelhas toda vez que Chanyeol sorria, coisa que não o ajudava a se soltar. O interesse fora de cara, mas conforme o tempo passava, aquilo só crescia. Chanyeol era muito mais que um rostinho e um corpinho bonito. O cara era simpático, doce, amoroso e tinha um cachorrinho! Céus, o verdadeiro príncipe encantado.

Mesmo em toda sua distração, Baekhyun percebeu como o melhor amigo ficou todo derretidinho na presença do Park, e guardou aquela informação com muito carinho em seu peito para conversar com o outro de maneira calma e sem muito alarde.

— Você quer dar uns beijos na boca do Chanyeol! Céus, Nini. Você tá muito caído por ele. — Baekhyun praticamente gritou quando entrou no banheiro da lanchonete junto com o Kim, que quase bateu o rosto na parede quando ouviu o amigo falar.

— Q-Quê?

— Eu vi! Meu Deus, você quer casar, ter dois filhos e três cachorros com o Chanyeol, não é?

— N-Não hyung, eu…

— Hmmm… A virgindade do nosso Nini está sendo ameaçada. — Cantarolou enquanto o garoto ficava cada vez mais e mais vermelho.

— Hyung!!!

— Céus, eu super preciso juntar vocês! — Falou decidido, olhando o próprio reflexo no espelho. 

...

E nisso já fazia um pouco mais de quatro meses que o Byun tinha decidido que ia ajudar o melhor amigo a ter um namoradinho. Na verdade, era tudo tão perfeito! Seu melhor amigo namoraria o melhor amigo do seu namorado. Eles poderiam até casar juntos! Aquilo era uma questão de vida ou morte.

Mas obviamente, não foi nada muito fácil. Jongin realmente tinha muita vergonha e a presença de Chanyeol o deixava muito constrangido. Todas as situações causadas pelo Byun para que eles ficassem sozinhos nem que fosse dez minutinhos no refeitório da faculdade era marcado por um imenso silêncio, porque Jongin sentia que podia explodir a qualquer momento.

E olha que não foi por falta de tentativas do Chanyeol, viu? Ele sempre procurava puxar algum assunto para que não ficasse aquela tensão ruim pairando sobre os dois, mas Jongin simplesmente não conseguia! Ele respondia de maneira curta, às vezes só acenando com a cabeça enquanto apertava os joelhos, sentindo a mão completamente suada. 

A verdade é que o estudante de Veterinária nunca soube lidar com paixões. Sempre que pensava em ter que sair, namorar, beijar ou mostrar interesse ele ficava muito envergonhado. Já tinha seus vinte anos na cara e não conseguia mudar aquilo de forma alguma, e se sentia um idiota porque, céus! Ele já era um adulto, porque se sentia uma criancinha quando o assunto era aquele?

Aparentemente Chanyeol notou, não o interesse, mas que Jongin parecia desconfortável com a sua presença e passou a respeitar aquilo, não forçando conversas e evitando ficar sozinho com o Kim. Claro que aquilo frustrou Jongin ao extremo, porque não era isso que queria. E por tabela, frustrou Baekhyun, porque ele já tinha escolhido o terreno para construir a casa dos quatro.

…

— Jongin! — O garoto parou no meio do corredor, virando o corpo para descobrir quem o chamava. As bochechas ficaram vermelhas quando finalmente percebeu quem era, fazendo-o apertar o livro que estava em suas mãos.

— O-Oi Chanyeol hyung. — Respondeu, mordendo o lábio inferior.

— Baekhyun me pediu pra te entregar isso. — Ofereceu uma sacola que foi pega pelos dedos trêmulos do mais novo. — Ele disse que você esqueceu lá na mesa e não ia conseguir ter aulas nos laboratórios sem isso.

Jongin espiou a sacola e percebeu que era um dos seus jalecos. O estranho era que o seu próprio estava na mochila, havia acabado de pegar no armário e sequer tinha visto o Byun no naquele dia.

— Obrigado, hyung. — Murmurou constrangido. — Sinto muito em estar ocupando seu tempo por conta das minhas distrações.

— Não tem problema, Jongin! Eu iria passar por aqui mesmo. — O Park sorriu abertamente e Jongin sentiu o coração bater descontrolado no peito. — E não me importo de ocupar meu tempo ajudando você.

— E-Eu… Er… — Ditou perdido, as bochechas cada vez mais avermelhadas.

— Está tudo bem. De verdade. Nos vemos por aí. — Piscou um dos olhos e deu as costas, possivelmente para ir para o prédio do seu curso. 

Jongin finalmente conseguiu voltar a respirar e não demorou a tirar o celular do bolso.

Jongin (07:41)

Você mentiu para o Chanyeol hyung?

Baekkie hyung (07:41)

Ele foi aí? /moonface

Jongin (07:41)

Você não pode ficar atrapalhando ele por minha causa, hyung!

E de onde você tirou esse jaleco??

Baekkie hyung (07:42)

Ele não pareceu se importar quando eu pedi.

E o jaleco? Sempre tenho um reserva na mochila.

Você é muito esquecido, tsc.

Jongin (07:42)

Eu…

Céus, hyung!

Eu não consegui nem agradecer a ele direito.

Nem tchau eu dei!

Eu pareço uma criança. Eu me odeio )):

Baekkie hyung (07:44)

Não fala isso, Nini T^T

Você tem vergonha de falar com quem tem interesse amoroso.

Tá tudo bem, você sabe disso.

Não se cobre tanto :c

Jongin (07:45)

Ele disse que não se importa de ocupar o tempo me ajudando

Eu fiquei tão JDHASUIDM  DAO]~]SADIWMD

Que não consegui dizer nada.

De novo.

Baekkie hyung (07:46)

Ele disse isso, foi? HMMMMMMMMM

GOSTO.

Chamei ele pra ir pra nossa noite de cinema.

Hoje. Na minha casa.

Jongin (07:47)

O QUE?

NÃO HYUNG!

NÃO VOU NÃO!

Baekkie hyung (07:48)

Você vai sim!!!

Vai ser o momento perfeito, Nini.

É um local fechado, sem gente externa…

Você vai se sentir confortável e talvez a vergonha diminua!

Jongin (07:50)

Mas o Chanyeol vai estar lá!!!!

Baekkie hyung (07:51)

Eu sei. Fui eu que chamei.

Achei que tinha dito nas mensagens acima ._.

Jongin (07:51)

¬¬’

Baekkie hyung (07:52)

Não seja ingrato.

Vai ser bom, Nini. De verdade.

Tenta se permitir mais um pouquinho, uh?

A única pessoa que te atrapalha é você mesmo!

A única boca que você beijou não pode ser a minha!!

Jongin (07:53)

Tudo bem… Tudo bem…

Você tem razão hyung!

E sua boca não é a única que eu beijei o_o’

Baekkie hyung (07:54)

Mas foi a única importante que beijou, btw

Então… Shh…

Vai estudar, ir pra casa, ficar cheiroso!

Você tem um boy pra conquistar /sunface

Jongin (07:55)

TT^TT

…

Quando Jongin bateu na porta da casa do melhor amigo e o viu o recebendo com um sorriso imenso - e os inseparáveis fones de gatinho - ele sabia que Chanyeol já havia chegado, e que possivelmente Baekhyun já estava aprontando alguma.

— Entra, tá tudo pronto, só falta você! Vamos maratonar Harry Potter! — Baekhyun cantarolou, fazendo uma dancinha esquisita.

Jongin entregou a sacola com alguns salgadinhos para o Byun e depois de um abra��o, entrou no apartamento, acenando para Sehun que estava sentado no sofá, que se limitou a mover a cabeça em resposta ao aceno. Chanyeol estava no outro sofá, distraído com alguma coisa no celular, mas quando percebeu o Kim, abriu um sorriso para o mesmo.

— Boa noite, Jongin! — Ditou de maneira simpática, fazendo o moreno corar completamente.

— Bo-Boa noite, hyung. — Murmurou desviando o olhar, indo sentar próximo ao Sehun.

— AQUI NÃO! SAI, O SEHUN É MEU! — Baekhyun gritou empurrando Jongin para longe, se jogando todo no sofá, a cabeça no colo do mais novo e o corpo ocupando a parte livre. 

Sehun riu negando com a cabeça.

Jongin se viu engolindo seco quando percebeu onde teria que sentar, e pareceu procurar alguma solução que fosse mais viável, mas nenhuma vinha. Se sentasse no chão, se mostraria completamente mal educado com o Park.

Se vendo sem escolhas, acabou sentando ao lado do mesmo, o mais longe possível, e já encarando a tela que mostrava o menu de Harry Potter e a Pedra Filosofal.

— Agora, finalmente estamos juntos, para mais uma vez irmãos, celebrar nossa noite sagrada de cinema. — Baekhyun falou sério, sentando no sofá com as pernas cruzadas. — Hoje temos um deus novo em nosso recinto e por isso escolhemos a melhor saga do mundo para dispor como oferenda e assim, continuamos cheios de bençãos e notas altas na faculdade.

— Baekhyun, você ficou de exame. — Sehun murmurou, arqueando a sobrancelha.

— A gente assistiu Percy Jackson. Os deuses me castigaram. — Respondeu ainda em seu tom sério, fazendo Chanyeol gargalhar.

Jongin só faltou morrer. Era tão lindinho quando ele ria daquele jeito.

— Enfim, vamos começar! Todos digam amém! — Baekhyun seguiu sério, mas não obteve resposta. — Sem amém, sem pipoca!

— Amém!— Os três acabaram por responder rindo.

O filme começou e aos poucos Jongin conseguiu relaxar. Já havia visto Harry Potter uma porção de vezes, mas não cansava, repetindo algumas falas uma vez ou outra. Naquele dia em específico, não fazia nada daquilo. O cansaço de um dia inteirinho de aula simplesmente o derrubou. Sirius Black acabava de aparecer na tela quando os olhinhos se fecharam e não abriram mais. Tudo que Jongin lembrava era de um cheirinho bom e um calor gostoso de se sentir.

Baekhyun parecia que ia explodir a qualquer momento quando viu seu melhor amigo deitadinho todo encolhidinho contra o corpo do Park, que parecia não se importar, muito pelo contrário, agora um braço do mais alto estava em volta do Kim como se o segurasse para não cair, mesmo que nem houvesse para onde Jongin cair. 

— Amorzinho…

— Uh? — Sehun olhou para o Byun, que estava sentado entre suas pernas.

— Chanyeol gosta do Jongin também, né? — Perguntou baixinho, a ponta do nariz tocando delicadamente na mandíbula alheia.

— Por que você não pede para o próprio Jongin perguntar a ele?

— Porque quem quer saber sou eu, ué. — Revirou os olhos e o Oh riu baixinho.

— E você não vai contar ao seu melhor amigo?

— Vou. Mas nesse momento, quem quer saber sou eu, logo, você pode me contar.

— Você sabe a resposta, amor. — Respondeu num meio sorriso enquanto o Byun estreitava os olhos.

— Perfeito. Vou começar a construir a planta da nossa casa. O nosso quarto vai ser o maior!

…

Quando o filme estava quase chegando ao fim, Jongin pareceu despertar. De início, o garoto estava completamente perdido, ainda preso no calorzinho gostoso e no cheirinho cítrico. Segundos depois que ele finalmente se deu conta que estava praticamente deitado em cima do Chanyeol, deu um pulo e praticamente foi parar na ponta oposta do sofá.

— Calma querido. Você ainda está na minha casa. — Baekhyun cantarolou ao perceber o movimento brusco do melhor amigo.

— Eu dormi muito?

— Não muito. Harry conheceu Voldemort, já entrou na câmara secreta e agora acabou de descobrir que Sirius é seu padrinho — Continuou a falar num ritmo cantarolado, fazendo o Kim arregalar os olhos.

— Céus… Me desculpem, eu…

— Tá tudo bem, Nini. A gente sabe que tua carga de estudo na faculdade é pesada. E o Baek já ia te chamar de qualquer forma pra que você não chegasse muito tarde em casa.

— Sim, meu bebê não pode andar sozinho na rua de noite!!!

— Eu acompanho ele. Moro pro mesmo lado. — Chanyeol, pela primeira vez falou desde que Jongin acordou. — Não tenho carro, mas ao menos…

— É um homem forte que pode descer a porrada em pessoas malvadas que queiram corromper o meu Nini. — Baekhyun falou sério, como se estivesse se preparando pra uma guerra.

— Então, er… Vou indo? — Jongin perguntou incerto, completamente envergonhado ao saber que andaria todo o caminho para casa com Chanyeol.

— Vai indo sim! Tá tarde, amanhã tem aula e eu ainda quero dar uma rapidinha! — Baekhyun comentou pensativo.

— HYUNG!

— O QUÊ, JONGIN? Tô falando de uma partida rapidinha, eu hein…

…

Chanyeol e Jongin andavam lado a lado, em um silêncio desconfortável, tão desconfortável, que Jongin se viu na obrigação de quebrar.

— Foi… Foi legal você ter ido hoje, h-hyung. 

— De verdade? — Chanyeol perguntou surpreso.

— Claro! Foi… Muito legal. E-Eu gostei, mesmo que tenha… Sabe? Dormido e tudo mais.

— Eu achei que você não gostasse de mim. — Chanyeol confessou, as mãos ainda no bolso, chutando uma pedrinha qualquer de maneira distraída. 

Aquilo fez Jongin parar em choque, arregalando os olhos como se tivesse acabado de ouvir o maior absurdo do mundo, e de fato era o maior absurdo do mundo!

— De onde você tirou isso? — Jongin perguntou em choque, e o Park apenas deu de ombros.

— É meio óbvio que você fica muito desconfortável do meu lado, Jongin. Eu só vim hoje porque o Sehun insistiu muito, sabe. — A voz era sincera enquanto os olhos ficavam focados em seus próprios tênis. — Eu sinto que desde que cheguei é uma situação chata pra você e não quero te colocar nessas situações… ruins? Não sei. Baekhyun sempre falou da noite de cinema sagrada de vocês e eu não queria estragar isso também.

— Mas… Mas… Você não estragou, hyung. — Jongin murmurou ainda num tom surpreso.

— Você parecia que tinha abraçado um porco espinho quando percebeu que dormiu no meu ombro, Jongin. — Chanyeol sorriu amargo. — Você sempre parece estar muito mal por eu estar por perto.

Jongin abraçou o próprio corpo como se tivesse sido atacado de todas as formas possíveis. Os dois ainda estavam parados no meio da rua, que pela hora da noite, estava vazia. 

— Não é assim, eu… — Jongin tentou se explicar, cada vez mais vermelho.

— Tudo bem, Jongin. Às vezes não batemos com a cara da outra pessoa e isso faz parte. — Chanyeol tornou a dar de ombros. — De qualquer forma, fico feliz de podermos colocar isso em pratos limpos. Talvez você possa falar aos meninos sobre isso e não criamos mais essas situações e…

— Para! Para! Para com isso. — Grunhiu frustrado. — Não é nada disso. Não é você. Sou eu, ok? Sou eu! Eu tenho… Sei lá, problemas. Alguma droga assim. Eu tenho vergonha, Chanyeol. Eu tenho vergonha de você. Eu fico constrangido e as palavras me fogem e eu… Eu… Aí você sorri e eu fico ainda mais perdido e só sei… É um inferno. Eu tenho vinte anos e não sei lidar com um cara bonito. E eu me odeio por isso. — Jongin murmurou, puxando os próprios fios de cabelo. — Eu sou uma pessoa tímida e pessoas muito bonitas me deixam ainda mais constrangido! Olha que patético, hyung! Baekhyun hyung é meu único amigo e nem é porque ele não é bonito, porque ele é, mas é porque somos amigos desde sempre e Sehun veio de tabela. Eu não sei reagir bem às pessoas. 

Depois daquele descarrego de palavras, um silêncio estranho tomou conta da rua vazia. Jongin respirava pesado, como se tivesse corrido uma maratona, e Chanyeol encarava o outro como se um terceiro olho tivesse surgido no meio da testa do Kim. Ficaram ali por segundos mas pareceu ser uma eternidade.

Aos poucos Jongin foi se acalmando e a sensação de alívio por ter deixado tudo aquilo escapar se transformou rapidamente em pavor. Ele não só tinha falado do sorriso do Chanyeol como tinha dito que o mesmo era muito bonito. Céus, porque Jongin não conseguia ser uma pessoa normal?

A vontade era de correr. Era simplesmente correr em direção à sua casa e nunca mais sair de lá. Mas a situação já estava tão patética que o Kim segurou toda a vontade e apenas implorou para que um raio caísse bem no meio da sua cabeça e voassem pedacinhos de Kim Jongin pra todo lado, porque era a melhor solução.

— Acho que tá ficando muito tarde. Vai ficar perigoso, vamos? — Chanyeol falou em sua típica voz calma, e mesmo que Jongin não soubesse o que aquilo significava, apenas o acompanhou.

Ambos foram em silêncio um ao lado do outro até a porta da residência do garoto mais novo, que cada vez se sentia pior por toda a situação que havia causado.

— Está em casa!

— Obrigado por me acompanhar, hyung. Eu sinto muito por qualquer coisa. — Jongin murmurou num fio de voz, sem olhar para o maior enquanto abria a grade de casa.

— Sem problema algum. Boa noite, Jongin.

— Boa noite, hyung. — Fechou o portão e caminhou em direção à porta sem sequer ver se Chanyeol tinha só ido embora ou estava esperando ele entrar em casa.

Quando fechou a porta, sentiu um bolo na garganta e perguntou o quão patético seria uma pessoa daquela idade chorar por conta de uma situação vexatória que havia passado.

Tirou o celular do bolso pronto para ligar para o Byun, mas fora impedido por uma vibração avisando a chegada de uma nova mensagem.

Chanyeol Hyung (22:01)

Se você quer saber, também fico um pouco sem graça quando você sorri.

É tão raro, mas é tão bonito que fico pensando o que posso fazer pra ver mais vezes.

Acho que tô bobo até agora por você me achar um “cara bonito”.

E extremamente feliz que você não me odeie.

Obrigado pela noite de hoje. Foi uma das mais incríveis que tive.

Estou em dúvida se foi por você fazer meu ombro de travesseiro…

Ou se por me chamar de cara bonito.

Tem alguma chance de você falar isso por áudio pra eu pôr de toque?

Brincadeira KKKKKKKKK

Mas é verdade se você quiser. 

Jongin printou a tela e enviou para Baekhyun e não foi surpresa para si quando o celular começou a tocar, e a foto do melhor amigo apareceu na tela do celular.

— Oi hy…

— MEU DEUS DO CÉU. O QUE FOI ISSO? VOCÊS SE BEIJARAM? TEVE MÃO NA COISA, COISA NA MÃO? — Baekhyun interrompeu o Kim aos gritos, que riu, mesmo constrangido.

— Não aconteceu nada, hyung. — O moreno se explicou. — Meio que ele falou que eu não gostava dele. Porque eu evitava ele ou parecia fugir…

— Sério que ele não percebeu que você tava de quatro por ele? Céus, pena que o Sehun não me deixou comprar um letreiro “Tô a fim do Chanyeol” pra colocar em cima da sua cabeça.

— Fico feliz que o Sehun não tenha deixado.

— Por nada! — Jongin se limitou a revirar os olhos ao ouvir a voz do Oh. Claro que a ligação estaria em viva voz.

— Eu meio que descompensei? Por causa da vergonha. E falei um monte de coisa, que ele me deixava constrangido ainda mais por ser muito bonito e eu não sabia lidar com isso e nem com o sorriso dele. Foi tão patético, hyung! — Jongin choramingou se jogando na cama.

— E ele????

— Ele não disse nada depois. Só disse que deveríamos andar porque tava tarde, me deixou na porta, me deu boa noite e depois mandou essas mensagens.

— Provavelmente ele não quis te constranger ainda mais depois de tudo o que você falou. — Sehun disse baixo. — Preferiu que você estivesse em segurança, na sua zona de conforto e mandou uma mensagem.

— Um fofo, nossa. — Baekhyun falou doce. — Aprovei ele, Nini. Pode casar.

— Eu nem consegui responder ele, hyung! Imagina casar. — Choramingou outra vez, ainda preso na sua vergonha.

— Manda foto do seu pau pra ele!!!!

— HYUNG!

— O QUÊ? FUNCIONOU COM O SEHUN!

— Primeiro que você me perguntou antes se eu queria e eu disse que sim. Você sabe que mandar do nada é algo ruim, e inclusive assédio. — Sehun falou em seu típico tom calmo.

— Ele ia perguntar, ué! Isso tava implícito na minha fala. Eu criei nosso filho bem, Sehun. Por favor. 

 — Jonginnie, apenas agradeça pela noite. Ele vai entender. Chanyeol é uma pessoa muito compreensiva a respeito de tudo. Ele entende que são seus limites e eu tenho certeza plena que o agradecimento é o suficiente.

— Argh, eu namoro o ser mais inteligente do mundo. — Baekhyun suspirou. — Obviamente, pra combinar comigo. Próximo sábado teremos outra noite de cinema e AGORA O BEIJO SAI!!!

— Espero que sim… — Jongin soltou num muxoxo sem nem se dar conta do que tinha falado.

— MEU DEUS, VOCÊ OUVIU ISSO, SEHUNNIE???

Jongin nem esperou a resposta e apenas desligou o telefone antes que fosse atropelado por uma avalanche de comentários que iam lhe deixar ainda mais envergonhado. O estudante de Veterinária encarou o celular e acabou rindo no final das contas. Tinha sido uma noite incrível, no final de tudo.

Jongin (22:43)

Obrigado por tudo hyung <3

Não demorou muito para o celular do Kim vibrar avisando uma mensagem.

Baekkie hyung (22:45)

NÃO TE CRIEI ASSIM PRA DESLIGAR NA MINHA CARA

GRRRRRRRRRRR

Mas o beijo vai rolar sim /moonface

Vamos maratonar 50 tons de cinza pra dar um clima.

Baekkie hyung (22:50)

Mentira. 

Capaz de eu entrar em exame que nem quando assistimos Percy Jackson.

…

De fato Baekhyun marcou outra noite de cinema no dia ao qual já tinha acordado com Jongin. Diferente da última vez, o estudante de Veterinária parecia mais desperto do que nunca, sentado no cantinho do sofá remexendo-se de maneira ansiosa. Desde a última noite de cinema em casa, ele e o Park trocavam mensagens. Não era nada demais, sequer flertavam um com o outro, só falavam de coisas amenas que permitia que ambos se conhecessem mais.

Junto disso, tinha Baekhyun que fazia questão de dizer todos os dias que era mais do que óbvio que Chanyeol também tinha sentimentos pelo Kim, mas ainda assim, vinha aquele medo fruto de suas inseguranças de que na verdade Chanyeol estivesse sendo apenas um bom amigo e era aquilo. Fora que tinha o ponto de que Jongin nunca, nunquinha nesse mundo, ia ser o primeiro a tomar alguma atitude, então… Era possível que ambos não saíssem do lugar.

E mesmo assim, ele estava ansioso. O estudante de Relações Internacionais era o único que não tinha chegado ainda, deixando o pobre Jongin cada vez mais nervoso, quase comendo os próprios dedos porque as unhas já haviam sido todas roídas.

— Repete comigo Nini: Se o Chanyeol me abraçar, eu não vou gritar, chorar e sair correndo. Se ele me elogiar, eu vou agradecer. Se ele me beijar, eu vou meter a língua na boca dele e trocar umas boas bactérias em meio à saliva!

— Às vezes me surpreende a sua capacidade de tornar o beijo nojento, amor. — Sehun falou negando com a cabeça. Até pensou em aproveitar e questionar do porquê Baekhyun continuava com aqueles fones de gatinho na cabeça, mas acabou não se dando ao trabalho.

— Se você parar pra pensar, beijar é uma coisa nojenta. Só é gostoso. Tipo que nem criança comendo meleca. É nojento mas eles acham o máximo! — Baekhyun deu de ombros.

— Você acabou de comparar beijar com comer meleca? Você realmente não quer que o Jongin beije o Chanyeol, né? 

— Vocês sabem que eu já beijei, certo?

— Sim, só a minha boca. Faz parte.

— Não foi só a sua, hyung. Eu não sou um bebê. — Choramingou, cruzando os braços.

— E por que tá fazendo bico? É bebê sim, meu filhotinho. E foca! Vamos lá, repete: Se o Chan… — Baekhyun não conseguiu terminar porque foi interrompido pelo barulho do interfone. — Seu namoradinho chegou!

— Ele não é meu namoradinho.

— Ainda, querido! — Ditou convicto, levantando do sofá para atender a porta.

— Boa noite, Baek! — Chanyeol saudou num meio sorriso. — Trouxe frango frito!

— Nossa, que coincidência… É a comida favorita do Nini. — Comentou de forma debochada, fazendo o moreno corar e Sehun rir. Chanyeol apenas deu de ombros. — Entra, hoje vai ser maratona de Star Wars. Jonginnie nunca assistiu!

— Que insulto. — Chanyeol negou com a cabeça, mas tinha um sorriso depositado nos lábios. — Oi Hunnie. — Cumprimentou numa batida de mãos, caminhando para o outro sofá. — Hey Jonginnie!

— O-Oi Hyung… — Respondeu baixinho, vendo-o sentar ao seu lado.

— Já que todos estão aqui e temos comida graças ao Chanyeol, vou pôr o filme para começar. — Baekhyun ditou sentando entre as pernas do Oh, que o acomodou facilmente, utilizando o controle para que de fato o filme pudesse iniciar.

Aquele filme definitivamente não fazia o tipo do Kim. Jongin sempre fora fã de musicais, animações e filmes da Disney, que basicamente era a junção dos dois primeiros. Filme com explosões, guerras e mil reviravoltas nunca fora sua praia. Tentava entender o filme em respeito aos amigos que pareciam ser apaixonados pela saga, ainda que tudo fosse muito confuso em sua cabeça. Sua concentração era tanta que esqueceu por alguns momentos que Chanyeol estava ao seu ladinho, fazendo com que a vergonha simplesmente se dissipasse.

Meia hora de filme já tinha passado e Jongin ainda não conseguia entender porque a criaturinha verde, o Yoda, falava daquela maneira tão confusa… Tipo, por que não falar na ordem? Tinha a cabeça levemente tombada pro lado enquanto tentava colocar em ordem mental os acontecimentos no filme, até que tudo parecia fugir, como se todos os seus neurônios começassem a correr de um lado para o outro em círculos.

Seu corpo estava todo tenso e ele sabia que sua mão deveria estar extremamente suada, o que o deixava mais nervoso. Ele não precisava olhar para saber que aquele calor em cima da sua palma, era a mão do Park. Era como se tivesse esquecido até de como se respirava com aquele contato. O coração batia de maneira desesperada contra sua caixa torácica e tinha certeza plena que o rosto deveria estar completamente vermelho.

Sentiu os dedos alheios gentilmente buscarem espaços contra os seus, mas não conseguia ter qualquer reação que não fosse ficar completamente tenso e nervoso. Aparentemente Chanyeol percebeu aquilo porque de uma maneira muito sutil, sentia a mão dele afastando da sua como se aquele contato nunca tivesse acontecido. Diferente do que Jongin esperava, aquilo não o fez relaxar. Muito pelo contrário. Jongin era tomado por um balde de frustração por não conseguir reagir àquele mínimo contato.

Que inferno! Era só dar as mãos, porque ele tinha que fazer tudo ser tão complicado? 

Arriscou virar minimamente o rosto para ver o mais velho e o mesmo parecia concentrado no filme, como se toda a situação de segundos atrás nunca tivesse acontecido. Quando virou o rosto para o outro lado, viu Baekhyun lhe olhando e aquilo o deixou ainda mais frustrado. Seu melhor amigo também tinha visto a cena patética que havia protagonizado e possivelmente tinha mais certeza do que nunca que a melhor coisa a se fazer era abrir mão de si.

— Nini, me ajuda a pegar refri lá dentro? Se eu trouxer quatro copos é certeza que eu quebro. — Baekhyun pediu em meio ao filme.

— Eu vou amor, eu já vi o filme mesmo. — Sehun disse de forma prestativa, mas soltou um chiado quando ganhou um beliscão.

— Mas o Jongin não tá entendendo nada do filme que eu sei. Ficar alguns minutos fora nem vai mudar em nada, não é Nini?

— Claro, hyung… — Jongin disse baixinho, se levantando do sofá para ir em direção à cozinha, sendo seguido do mais velho.

Jongin esperou uma bronca ou algum comentário de desgosto do Byun, mas quando o fitou, apenas encontrou um olhar acolhedor.

— Você parecia que ia cair no choro a qualquer segundo… Eu tô me sentindo mal em ter forçado toda essa situação, Jonginnie. Eu vou falar para os meninos que surgiu uma emergência na sua casa e que vou te levar lá! Eu sabia que era muito difícil para você tentar se relacionar, mas não imaginava que te machucasse tanto. Eu sinto muito. 

— Não, hyung! — Jongin respondeu rapidamente. — Eu quis vir. E eu queria continuar aqui. Não foi… Não foi por aquilo que eu queria chorar. Não pelo Chanyeol tentar pegar minha mão…

— Não? — Baekhyun perguntou surpreso.

— Eu fiquei frustrado comigo por não ter respondido ao toque. Eu gostei. Mas eu travei. E depois eu fiquei com raiva, porque… Olha pra mim, hyung! Eu sou um adulto e não consigo pegar na mão de um cara, o quão patético isso é? — Jongin falou em um tom choroso e dolorido que fez o coração do Byun apertar.

O mais velho rapidinho encurtou a distância entre eles e o prensou em um abraço confortante, fazendo um carinho na cabeça do Kim, que estava todo encolhido ainda que fosse o mais alto entre ambos.

— Você tem seu tempo, Nini. E está tudo bem. Você pode ter 50 anos e estar tudo bem ainda ter vergonha de outra pessoa. Isso não é patético, é o seu jeito e isso te torna especial. E eu tenho certeza que o Chanyeol entende isso… E se ele não entender, ele é um otário.

— Eu queria segurar na mão dele, hyung… — O moreno disse num muxoxo, ainda nos braços do Byun.

— Vamos voltar pra lá e se você se sentir seguro, você vai e faz isso, Nini. Talvez seja melhor, porque vai ser do seu jeitinho, no seu tempo e talvez isso te dê mais confiança, uh? E se não acontecer, tá tudo bem. Vai ter oportunidade de novo, vou arrumar qualquer coisa pra gente maratonar, nem que seja todos os filmes da DC.

— Se o Sehun ouvir você falando isso, ele vai ficar chateado. 

— Problema dele, Marvel rainha, o resto nadinha. Ele tem que aceitar. — Jongin acabou rindo e apertou o melhor amigo mais forte para poder finalmente soltá-lo.

— Você é o melhor amigo do mundo, hyung!

— Eu sei disso. — Deu de ombros, fazendo o Kim rir de novo. — Vem, vamos voltar! — Já arrastava o outro pelo braço quando disse aquilo, vendo Sehun e Chanyeol encarando ambos com a tela da TV pausada.

— Chanyeol pediu pra pausar porque não achava justo que perdessem o filme. E cadê o refrigerante? 

— Refrigerante?

— Você e o Jongin foram pegar o refrigerante na cozinha, amor?

— Fomos?

— Deixa que eu pego. — Sehun disse num suspiro indo para cozinha enquanto Baekhyun e Jongin se acomodavam no sofá.

Não demorou muito para que Sehun trouxesse o tal refrigerante e os quatros copos sem o menor problema, e o filme pudesse recomeçar.

Jongin ficou com as palavras do melhor amigo na cabeça e vez ou outra, ele olhava discretamente para a mão do Park que descansava em cima do sofá entre os dois, levantando algumas vezes para pegar o copo ou pegar mais um pedaço do frango frito. Devagarzinho, Jongin foi deixando a mão se aproximar, milimetro por milimetro até que estivessem bem juntinhas e ambos os mindinhos roçassem. 

O moreno prendeu a respiração por alguns segundos, mas Chanyeol não esboçou nenhuma reação, o olhar firme na tela. Aquilo permitiu que o Kim pudesse respirar com mais calma e relaxar aos pouquinhos com aquele singelo toque. Isso ajudou para que Jongin finalmente pudesse buscar a palma alheia, e com muito cuidado, deixar que uma mão se encaixasse na outra, os dedos entrelaçados. 

Novamente espiou o Park que ainda tinha o olhar preso na tela, sem fazer nenhum movimento, mas Jongin viu perfeitamente o sorriso que tentava escapar no lábio do outro, e aquilo fez com que o Kim se sentisse ainda mais confortável e inclusive, o fizesse sorrir. 

De maneira muito natural, os corpos também foram se aproximando e antes mesmo que o casal pudesse se dar conta, Jongin estava com a cabeça encostada no ombro de Chanyeol, e as mãozinhas entrelaçadas sobre a coxa do mais velho como se fosse a coisa mais comum do mundo.

Sehun teve que beijar a boca do Baekhyun para que ele não desse um gritinho afetado porque seu bebê finalmente estava crescendo!

…

Chanyeol e Jongin andavam de mãos dadas pela rua. Mais uma vez o estudante de Relações Internacionais se prontificou em deixar o mais novo em casa e foi natural a maneira como ambas as mãos se procuraram quando começaram a andar. 

Quando o terceiro filme acabou e Baekhyun constatou que já estava muito tarde, ambos acabaram se afastando para poderem arrumar as coisas e se despedir, mas diferente da última vez, não havia nenhum tipo de aura estranha ou um clima nervoso. O silêncio na verdade parecia ser a melhor coisa a ser ouvida naquele momento e pairou até quando chegaram na casa de Jongin.

— Está entregue! — Chanyeol gracejou, fazendo Jongin rir.

— Obrigado, mais uma vez. Tanto por me acompanhar como pelo filme. Foi bem divertido!

— Que bom. Fiquei preocupado que… pudesse ter feito algo incômodo para você. E eu sinto muito se o fiz de alguma forma, sem querer. — Chanyeol disse um pouco inseguro, tanto pelo medo de ter feito algo errado, como em estar tocando no assunto.

— Ah… N-não se preocupa. Você não fez nada de errado. Mesmo. 

— Que bom! Fico feliz. — Chanyeol sorriu. — Bem, a gente se vê amanhã na faculdade?

— Nos vemos sim. — Jongin respondeu também sorrindo. 

Ambos ficaram se olhando por alguns segundos, como se não quisessem seguir seus caminhos, mas Chanyeol acabou fazendo o primeiro movimento, soltando ambas mãos para oferecer mais um sorriso, dar as costas para Jongin e seguir seu caminho.

Jongin olhou para a própria mão, sentindo falta do calor e se questionando se aquilo iria se repetir. Eles só andaram de mãos dadas, aquilo não tinha qualquer significado em relações, não era? 

— Hyung! — Jongin chamou, fazendo Chanyeol virar no mesmo segundo. — Vo-Você… 

— Eu? — Perguntou voltando a caminhar para perto do mais novo.

— Não consigo falar. — Choramingou, totalmente envergonhado.

— Me manda uma mensagem! — Disse num meio sorriso, tirando o celular do bolso. Jongin suspirou aliviado com a sugestão e rapidamente tirou o celular do bolso para digitar.

Jongin (23:08)

Você vai segurar minha mão amanhã?

Chanyeol Hyung (23:08)

Por mim, eu jamais soltaria.

Jongin ergueu os olhos da tela e encarou o mais alto que tinha um sorriso calmo nos lábios.

Jongin (23:09)

Se eu… Fechar os olhos.

Você pode me beijar?

Chanyeol Hyung (23:09)

Eu jamais poderia dizer não para isso, Jonginnie.

Jongin novamente encarou o outro, e pressionando o celular com força, fechou os olhos. Por alguns segundos, não sentiu absolutamente nada, mas não tardou a sentir um contato singelo contra sua testa, dos lábios cheinhos do Park. Acabou por abrir os olhos com aquilo e o coração ficou tão quentinho com todo cuidado e respeito do mais velho que tudo que o Kim conseguia pensar era que estava muito grato pelo destino colocar alguém como Chanyeol em sua vida.

Jongin (23:11)

Obrigado por respeitar meu tempo.

Chanyeol Hyung (23:11)

Não é para me agradecer.

É meu dever. Te respeitar, acima de qualquer coisa.

Jongin (23:12)

Você pode fechar os olhos?

Não se surpreendeu em encontrar Chanyeol com os olhos já fechados quando tirou o olhar da tela. Apenas um passo separava os dois, e Jongin fora rápido em diminuir isso, deixando-os completamente coladinhos. Estudou com cuidado o rosto alheio com uma expressão serena ainda que um sorriso quisesse aparecer nos cantinhos dos lábios.

Chanyeol era lindo. E Jongin descobria a cada dia que passava que ele conseguia ser cada vez mais bonito em todos os sentidos. Era incrível a maneira como em menos de um mês, passou a sentir-se mais confiante e seguro perto dele.

Talvez fora por aquilo e unindo todos os acontecimentos da noite que Jongin permitiu que seus lábios tocassem suavemente os lábios alheios. Era realmente um toque singelo, calmo, quase um roçar, como se ainda não houvesse segurança em fazer aquilo. Ficaram assim por um tempo, Chanyeol nem mesmo movera a mão como se tivesse medo de assustar o outro, que conforme os segundos passava, conseguia se sentir cada vez mais calmo.

Acabou por se afastar e nem mesmo viu a expressão alheia para não desistir do que faria.

Jongin (23:14)

Estou pronto para isso. Na real.

Por favor, hyung…

Me beija de verdade.

E Chanyeol beijou. Ainda com a mesma calma e cuidado como se procurasse entender até onde era o limite, enquanto pousava a mão de forma delicada na cintura do outro. Jongin de fato já havia beijado algumas pessoas, poucas por conta da sua timidez, mas aquela estava longe de ser sua primeira experiência. 

Possivelmente munido de conforto e segurança, foi o que fizera o primeiro movimento, a língua tocando bem de levinho os lábios alheios, que se abriram para receber aquela carícia mais profunda.

Chanyeol tinha gosto de frango frito e coca-cola. E aquilo definitivamente era a melhor coisa do mundo. As línguas se tocaram de maneira tímida, mas que arrancou bons suspiros de ambos, e permitiu que cada um pudesse aprofundar mais de maneira cautelosa e carinhosa.

Afastaram-se com leves selinhos e quando olharam um para o outro, caíram numa crise de risada inexplicável. Os dois apenas riam na calada da noite como se aquela fosse a única forma de demonstrar o que estavam sentindo.

Estavam felizes. 

E isso parecia ser tudo que importava.

…

Jongin estava completamente sonolento quando vira o melhor amigo abrir a porta com um enorme sorriso, e é claro, as orelhas de gatinho (que descobrira que ele não abria mão porque fora o gesto mais bonito de respeito aos seus gostos e aquilo lhe lembrava constantemente de que era amado sempre como era) sobre a cabeça.

— Teve aula prática hoje?

— Tive sim. — Falou num muxoxo. — Eu tô destruidinho, nem sei como cheguei aqui.

— Vai atrás do seu descanso, vai…

Baekhyun nem precisou repetir. Jongin se arrastou para dentro do apartamento, encontrando Chanyeol conversando sobre alguma coisa com Sehun. Mesmo sabendo que seria má educação da sua parte, interrompeu o diálogo, sentando no colo de Chanyeol, escondendo o rosto contra o pescoço alheio.

— Boa noite, meu amor. — Chanyeol falou risonho, deixando um beijo nos fios de cabelo do moreno.

— Tô com sono. — Resmungou, apertando mais o outro de maneira manhosa.

— Você deveria ter remarcado. Tenho certeza que o Baekhyun entenderia.

— Não, eu não entenderia! É um mês do namoro de vocês, isso precisa ser comemorado. — Baekhyun falou com os braços cruzados.

De fato fazia um mês que Jongin e Chanyeol começaram a namorar. Aconteceu duas semanas após o primeiro beijo de ambos na porta da casa do mais novo. Todos estavam reunidos para maratonar mais uma série de filmes, e em vez de começar o primeiro de Velozes e Furiosos, uma imagem apareceu na tela com o pedido de namoro do Chanyeol para Jongin, que aceitou em meio a lágrimas apertando o namorado em um abraço, enquanto Baekhyun estapeava Sehun porque “MEU DEUS, ISSO É MUITO FOFO!”

— O hyung me odeia! — Jongin choramingou.

— Mas eu te amo, meu bem. — Chanyeol respondeu doce, fazendo o moreno sorrir.

— Só você me ama!

— A gente pare, cria com muito leite ninho e amor, pra cria se voltar contra você e ficar de mimimi com macho. Não foi pra isso que te coloquei no mundo não, Kim Jongin!

…

O filme estava pausado porque Jongin pediu para ir ao banheiro. Como o mesmo estava demorando, Chanyeol se prontificou em ir verificar se estava tudo bem apenas para encontrar o namorado encostado na parede praticamente dormindo.

— Oh meu Deus! Você parece um filhotinho sonolento. — Chanyeol brincou, fazendo um carinho suave na bochecha do outro. — Vamos pra casa, uh?

— Mas o film.. — Nem conseguiu terminar porque um bocejo o fez se atrapalhar na fala.

— Shhh… Sobe! — Chanyeol disse virando de costas para que Jongin pudesse subir. Em outro momento possivelmente o Kim negaria para não fazer com que o Park pegasse peso, mas em meio ao sono, apenas enroscou no pescoço do mesmo e subiu nas costas, se acomodando facilmente.

Chanyeol caminhou até a sala apenas para se despedir dos amigos e assim poder levar Jongin para a casa. Sehun estava de pé, possivelmente iria ver se algo havia acontecido com os dois, já que quando viu a cena, apenas suspirou negando com a cabeça.

— AI MEU DEUS! VAMOS BRINCAR DE GALO DE BRIGA? — Baekhyun gritou animado, já subindo nas costas de Sehun que quase caiu por não esperar aquilo. — Vamos Hunnie! Temos que vencer essa batalha!

— O que houve? — Jongin perguntou sonolento, mal abrindo os olhos fazendo Chanyeol rir.

— Vamos, vamos! Em frente, Sehunnie! Vamos derrubar o Jongin do cavalo e mostrar que somos os melhores. Ya, Ya!

Sehun acabou rindo, negando com a cabeça. Baekhyun ainda se mantinha agitado em cima das costas do Oh, enquanto Jongin movia a cabeça apenas para achar a posição mais confortável para tirar uma soneca.

Chanyeol e Sehun se encararam e riram. 

Tinham os melhores namorados do mundo. E nada poderia mudar aquilo.

[baekxytocin]

100 Days My Prince - Part 86

Part 86 – Love Shot (Side 3 – 15 Minutes To A Good Spot)

Fluff

Character:

Baekhyun

Reader

The rest of EXO Members

‘What am I supposed to watch then?’

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“Hmm…. the traffic is still heavy, we are stuck for almost 10 minutes at the same spot” you utter to your husband, Byun Baekhyun, who is going with you to the SMTOWN Live 2023 at SMCU Palace.

“I know right. Usually, around this hour, there shouldn’t be many cars anymore” your husband feels strange as well while looking at the outside of the car. “Oh, maybe, all of these cars are going to the SMTOWN Live as well.”

“High possibility” you answer him. “I just hope we can get a good place to watch them.”

“Isn’t that they have given you a spot to watch the performance?” your husband gets curious.

“To be honest, they give me a backstage. But you know me, I don’t like backstage because I will only watch your back most of the time! What am I supposed to watch then?” your husband laughs while nodding in agreement.

“I still agree with you, sweetie” you are laughing after you responded to him too.

“Oh gosh. It’s almost half past seven now. Will we be able to watch their performance?” you start to worry.

“Are they going to be the first ones to perform tonight?” your husband asks you instead.

“I don’t think so. They didn’t tell me about it though, but I hope they won’t be the first one to perform, or we’ll miss it.”

Thankfully, 15 minutes before the performance started, you finally arrived at the venue. Your husband gets lucky when he spots an empty parking lot. He parks right away. After the car park, you walk with your husband together while holding hands to the venue.

“This is amazing. Nobody spotted you so far” you softly whisper to your husband, but he signals you to keep quiet with his left index finger.

“Still, we need to be careful. Some die-hard fans can still spot us no matter how new or different our clothes are. But I hope I don’t get spotted tonight” you agree with your husband and silently enter the venue. “Do you want to meet them before the show starts?” and you nod.

“I will stay outside the preparation room them. I don’t want them to be too excited to see me. Let them see me from the stage later.”

You go to the preparation room through the backstage door. Some security who didn’t recognise you is asking for your credentials. You calmly show the pass to them and tell them that you come with your husband. The security is tight; they even ask for your husband’s credentials. However, he didn’t fight.

“It’s okay. Too many eyes will focus on me if I show my face. You go to their preparation room. I’ll wait here, at backstage.”

The security escorts you to the preparation room. You enter the room when all eyes are on you.

“HEY!!!!” the EXO members are happy to see you finally arrived. One by one greet you.

“Guys, I’m sorry for being late. Gosh, the traffic….”

“Wait. Why don’t you ask Baekhyun’s manager to take you here after work? You do know that we have a personal manager other than the lead manager” Suho expresses his concern.

“Huh? So, you drive all the way here? With that heavy traffic?” Xiumin expresses his concern as well, while you only nod at his question.

“Aigoo…. You should just ask Baekhyun’s manager next time if you are going to our stage performance” Suho furrows his eyebrows, worrying about you like a big brother.

“So, did you get to park the car?” Chanyeol asks. You also nod at his question.

“That’s good” Chanyeol gives a thumbs up.

“Have you eaten?” Sehun asks you this time.

“Yeah….” but you could see right away from D.O., Kai to Chen, pass you the food in the wrapping package. “What is this?”

“Eat. I can even tell that you haven’t eaten, just from your expression” D.O. speaks up.

“Me too, I can tell” Kai seconds him.

“Eat up” Chen helps you tear off the food wrapping, hands you the food, then pats your head. You thank them and eat the food.

“Aigoo, slow down. You almost swallow the food. We still have more food here. Give her, that water bottle and another wrap” Xiumin instructs D.O. who is closer to the food box. D.O. follows him and passes it along to you.

“Stay here with the manager” Suho suddenly instructs you.

“Noooooo! I want to watch your performance!” you protest. “What can I see from here? Your back? I better go home and just watch the live then” you sulk.

“Eiiii Hyung. Don’t be like that. Let her watch from the front stage” Kai persuades Suho.

“Yeah, she’s right though. She came all the way here, let her watch at the front” Chanyeol seconds Kai.

“We can watch her from the stage though. Or asks our managers to spread out to look after her as we did during the CBX performance before going to the Halloween haunted house. Hyung, do you still remember that?” Chen asks Xiumin.

“Hahaha, who doesn’t remember that? Of course, I do” Xiumin respond.

“Alright, we need to get ready. I think the manager has left one or two front seats for you. Follow him, we’ll keep you updated” Suho instructs you.

“Okay. Good luck guys!” you cheer them before going out and meeting back with your husband.

The lead manager shows you the designated seat, which amazingly, the manager didn’t even spot your husband who is just behind you. You take a seat with your husband and whisper to him right away. “Is your manager for real? He didn’t spot you?”

“Either he really doesn’t notice me or he just ignores me, since we are in the open space” you understand what your husband is talking about. “That’s okay. At least we have a seat prepared for us.”

“You mean me” your husband laughs softly at your answer. “I call it 15 minutes to a good spot; we arrived 15 minutes before the performance started, and still get a good spot.”

To be continued….

Uploaded on: 30th January 2023

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IN THE DYING SUMMER SUN — BBH

PAIRING: baekhyun x female reader SUMMARY: a weekend up at the beach house might just be enough to make you crack and come clean about your little (big, fat) crush. alternatively, park chanyeol is possibly the worst wingman ever. GENRE: friends to lovers! au, crush! baekhyun, romance, fluff, a pinch of angst, pining, humour WARNINGS: swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension!!, slightly suggestive, reader and baekhyun are both kind of clueless tbh WORD COUNT: 9.4k NOTE: happy birthday baekhyun!! thought it would be fitting to start off this blog with a fic for bbh on his birthday. this was supposed to be a 4-5k piece of fluff but somehow it ended up being double that and a lot more serious than i originally intended (oops?). kinda nervy posting such a long fic for the first time ever so feedback is most certainly welcome and i hope you enjoy!

“You definitely rigged this.”

Chanyeol only rewarded you with a shit-eating grin.

The scrap of paper couldn’t weigh more than a few grams, but in your hands, they felt like the barbell plates at the gym that he could never leave alone. Especially since a certain someone was also holding another scrap of paper with ‘ground floor twin room’ hastily scrawled across it.

You shook your head vehemently, fixing the tall boy with a dagger-like stare that he seemed completely unfazed by. “I demand a redraw.”

“Which is not going to happen,” was his gleeful response. “We all agreed — no take-backs before picking.” The hat that you had all drawn out of, now empty, was tossed on the coffee table as everyone else began to move their bags into their freshly chosen rooms. Somewhere down the hallway, Jongin tripped over the wheels of his suitcase, his pained groan and Kyungsoo’s laughter bouncing against the walls of the AirBnb.

“Besides,” Chanyeol continued, hand coming up to ruffle your hair, “if I had actually rigged it, you should be thanking me. I’d be doing you a favour.” He gestured towards Baekhyun, who was busying himself with packing his hoodie back into his duffle bag, hopefully oblivious to the fact that the two of you were conspiring about him less than three metres away. 

“Yeah, say it any louder, why don’t you. And no, that wasn’t an invitation,” you warned, catching the wicked glint in Chanyeol’s eyes. He opened his mouth, as if to make good on your request and let the whole house know, only to choke back a groan at the elbow you shoved into his side. Behave, said the glare that you shot at him. His replying smile was anything but reassuring, before he picked up his bag and headed upstairs.

That was what you got for getting a little too drunk at Jongdae’s housewarming get-together last month and accidentally slipping up about your big, fat, debilitating crush on Baekhyun after the third glass of pinot noir in one night. If it had been anyone else made aware of your juvenile secret, you would probably be feeling a little less uneasy — but it just had to be the one person who couldn’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. Not to mention Park Chanyeol was a terrible wingman, having heard about the ridiculous escapades he put Jongdae through before he finally cuffed his girlfriend. Lucky for you, you were now getting to experience it first-hand.

“I can ask Jongin to swap, if you really don’t want to room with me,” came a soft voice from your right. Baekhyun regarded you with an expectant, if somewhat hesitant expression. 

“No, it’s okay,” you replied, trying your best to mask the panic that was fighting its way into your voice. It would be just your luck, that he would think your reluctance to share a sleeping space with him was because you didn’t like him enough, and not that you liked him a little too much. The slight furrow in his brow seemed to melt away with your words. “I just wanted the big room with the queen bed, but somehow Chanyeol got it. I seriously think he did something to these,” you said, waving your slip of paper that matched the one he was holding.

Come to think of it, you and Baekhyun had also been the last ones to draw out of the hat, since Chanyeol had insisted on going counter-clockwise around the dining table. How he managed to game the room allocations was beyond you, but you were now almost certain that he did.

“It’s good that he’s by himself though. The snoring would drive anyone mad,” Baekhyun mused, and you had to chuckle in agreement. 

“That time he passed out at my place after Saturday drinks…I genuinely thought I’d end up with a murder charge that night.” you said, chest squeezing at the way his eyes crinkled into crescent moons at your words. You busied yourself with your own bag, hoping he wouldn’t see the dumb smile on your face, and be able to tell how pleased you were to have teased a laugh out of him. Laughter was not something he usually withheld — he gave it freely, if not a little too generously — but it always did a funny thing to your heart when you were the cause of it. 

“Definitely can’t have that. Pretty face like yours would not last a day in jail.” With one hand around his own duffle, he draped the free one around your shoulders, letting the warmth of his arm wrap around you as you headed down the corridor to the room you’d be sharing for the weekend.

Having a crush on Baekhyun was no big deal. Probably even normal, if his college days were anything to go by. But what made it so debilitating was things like this — the little comments he’d throw around that could easily be passed off as just friendly flirting if you were so inclined, though you sometimes let yourself imagine his intentions came more from the flirting than the friendly part. He was a generally touchy person too, never missing a chance to pat Kyungsoo’s ass when the opportunity arose, but sometimes the brush of his fingers against the inside of your wrist felt a little too affectionate for two people united solely through friendship, even if you were the only one who internally crossed that line a while ago. It was things like this that made you question, every once in a while, if your feelings were as one-sided as you believed. Most of the time though, you chalked it up to his disposition, his easy-going magnetism, and concluded that whatever signals you thought he was sending were merely due to your overactive imagination running wild with hopes that he felt the same way.

“Dibs left,” he said, plopping down on the twin bed closer to the window. His arms raised above his head in a long, yawning stretch, revealing a thin strip of skin at the waistband of his jeans. Just the sight of it was enough to control your blood, sending a rush of it to your face, and you internally cursed yourself for being so weak to such a small thing. It was obvious you had been alone for way too long. He was too comfortable to notice the flush on your cheeks, eyes shut and enjoying the tension leaving his body after the long drive up.

You sat yourself down carefully on the remaining bed, noting the gap between the two mattresses. Whether you wanted to push them together or against opposite walls of the room, you couldn’t be sure. It was hard to form coherent thoughts when he turned to you with a boyish playfulness that curled the corner of his mouth upwards.

“You’re not going to sleepwalk your way into my bed, are you?” he asked, chin in his hand, a teasing glint in his eyes. You tried hard to catch yourself from choking on your own saliva.

“I’ve been known to kick in my sleep,” was your reply, voice much more nonchalant than you thought you were capable of, given that he had just planted the seed of the two of you sharing a twin mattress that was definitely not big enough to lie down on without touching in at least three different places. The glint in his eyes faded immediately, giving way to thinly-veiled concern at the threat underlying your words.

“I was kidding,” you clarified when he sat up and started to back away from you. “At least, I haven’t done that for fifteen or so years. But you never know, it might come back again tonight, when you’ve finally fallen asleep, and then BAM! Foot to the face. You better sleep with your eyes open, Byun Baekhyun,” you warned, giggling at the realisation dawning over his face before his pretty features settled into mock annoyance.

“You just think you’re so funny, don’t you?” He was on all fours now, making his way towards you with a wolfish grin. In no time, he had crawled over the gap between your two beds and suddenly his fingers were prodding at your ribs. It was a well-planned tickle attack, and one you had no chance of escaping from, since his legs had caged you in and the rest of him was pinning you down. You were helpless against the ambush of his fingers, succumbing to them with gasping giggles, punctuated by desperate pleas for him to stop. He showed no intention of letting up, fingers digging even deeper into your waist.

If you were going to die like this, you thought, at least you’d be dying while lying under him.

“When you two are done canoodling, we’re going to go set up on the beach,” came a voice from the doorway. Baekhyun’s merciless fingers paused, and the two of you looked back to see Chanyeol’s amused face at the foot of your bed, smirking like he knew some big secret that neither of you were privy to. God, you were seriously regretting that third glass at Jongdae’s new apartment last month.

Baekhyun turned back to you, your noses almost touching, and you could feel the air from his exhales fanning against the skin of your cheek. There was a mole just above the corner of his mouth that you don’t think you had ever noticed before. Warmth from his jean-clad legs radiated into your hips and meandered up and down your spine, and suddenly the late summer air around you was becoming sticky and heavier than usual. 

As if just now noticing the proximity you were in, he slowly untangled himself from your limbs, making sure not to crush you in the process. You sat up, still breathless, having just calmed down enough for full inhales again, but so was he, you noted. Surely tickling wasn’t that exertive of an activity? Or maybe you’d put up a better fight than you had thought.

“Don’t forget your towels,” was the last thing Chanyeol said before he ducked out, yelling at Jongin to grab the beach umbrellas, not the rain ones. There were a few seconds just filled with the sounds of your slowing breathing.

“I’m going to go get changed,” Baekhyun said, turning around to dig through his bag for his swim shorts. You couldn’t see his expression, but you could hear the slight tremble in his voice that indicated he hadn’t quite recovered from whatever was afflicting him. “We’ll probably just be setting up the umbrellas, so no rush, just come down when you’re ready.” As he turned around to head towards the bathroom, he flashed you that familiar smile, the one that always resulted in one of your own to mirror his, and set you at ease again. 

“And make sure you bring your sunscreen,” he added, before disappearing down the hallway. You watched him go, throwing yourself back onto the bed with a frustrated groan once you were sure he was out of earshot. Two whole days and nights in this tiny room, in the languid death of summer, with his body just an arm’s length away from yours — you had no idea how much of this you could stomach and emerge with your sanity intact.

This was shaping up to be the longest weekend ever.

The afternoon sun was unforgiving when you emerged from the house. Though you had thrown on a cover up before leaving, you could feel the heat tingling on the surface of your skin through the thin cotton. From the top of the bushy path leading down to the beach, you could already hear the tell-tale signs of a competition brewing between the boys, even if you couldn’t quite see them yet. A few steps down and you could make out their figures, managing to catch the view of Chanyeol flipping backwards off the jetty before plunging into the water, where the rest of them were bobbing around. Baekhyun’s voice floated above the others the way it always did when he was teasing, liltingly distinguishable, though perhaps that was only because you were now so attuned to it that other voices naturally started to sound more foreign. 

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when he went from Baekhyun, your friend who tended to get a little too rowdy after half a can of beer, to Baekhyun, your friend who made your heart pick up a little faster when you thought of him. One day his hiccuping laugh was teetering on the edge of obnoxiousness, and then all of a sudden it became endearing to hear the raw joy in his voice. If you knew exactly when the switch flipped, maybe you’d be able to retrace your steps and stop yourself from ever setting off down this path to end up where you were now, watching the sunlight glisten against his wet face with an overwhelming affection, wondering what it would be like to be the private audience of his radiant smile everyday.

You set your things down on the sand next to the pile of clothes and towels that were already there, recognising Chanyeol’s hat somewhere in the mix. The beach umbrella that Jongin had set up was already beginning to lurch towards one side, the brim rather close to the ground. Fixing it back in place and digging it into the sand a little deeper, you let out a fond laugh — some things, like the way Jongin used his hands like they weren’t his own, would stand the test of time. 

You had hoped that your friendship with Baekhyun would be one of those things, but the more time you spent casting longing glances his way when he wasn’t looking, the more you weren’t sure if you could ever recover from his rejection if you ever did decide to be honest about your feelings towards him. So you did your best to bury them, content to enjoy his company in the way you were both familiar with, afraid that if they did surface, they’d taint your friendship with something unpleasant and irreversible. If you couldn’t own the sun, at least you could still revel in its warmth.

Satisfied with the position of your towel underneath the shade of the umbrella, you looked back at the water, returning Baekhyun’s sweeping wave with a small one of your own. It was just enough of a distraction for Chanyeol to turn around as well, and Baekhyun seized the opportunity to dunk him, gleefully howling as the taller boy’s head disappeared below the waves. Before Chanyeol could resurface and enact his retaliation, Baekhyun was already making his escape, swimming towards the shore with fearful determination. Chanyeol made to follow, but upon seeing you sitting on the beach with your eyes fixed on Baekhyun’s approaching figure, he thought better of it, turning back around to continue the diving evaluation as Jongin took his turn to leap off the jetty.

With an amused smile, you watched as Baekhyun hurried out of the ocean, wet hair flying in all directions and flicking droplets of seawater across the sand. The water trickled down the planes of his bare torso, and you tried to keep your eyes away from the firmness of his pec, or the flexing movements of his abdominals as he made his way over to you. One thing was for sure — the gym sessions with Chanyeol were paying off. 

When he finally reached you, Baekhyun slumped onto your towel, ignoring your protests for him to stay away, and proceeded to soak you in the remaining water that was still clinging to his body. The skin of his stomach was cool against your calf, and he giggled delightfully at your attempts to push him off to avoid getting more water onto your clothes.

“Stop trying to fight it, you’re going to get wet when you go in anyway,” he said, finally rolling off you.

“I wasn’t planning on going in. I’m scared you’ll try to drown me,” you huffed, lightly flicking some sand onto his shoulder with your toe. He turned back around, chin cradled in his left hand, and flashed you a boyish smile.

“I would never do that,” he said, though the glint in his eyes was anything but convincing. “Besides, what are you going to do at the beach if you’re not getting in the water?”

You picked up the book nestled in between your shoes and waved it at him. “Read, of course.” He regarded the worn paperback with amused disbelief, eyebrows slightly raised. It was only when you flipped the book open to the paperclip you’d been using as a bookmark that he realised you were serious, and let out a scoff that was laced with something akin to fondness.

“You are such a cliche. Pretty girl reading at the beach? Unbelievable, seriously,” he said, before wriggling his head into your stomach, relishing in your shocked squeals as your cover up began to dampen again. His mischief had left a few wet patches on the fabric that were beginning to stick to your body in the uncomfortable fashion of late summer. You reached for the hem, pulling it off not without some struggle, and immediately felt the sun kissing against your bare shoulders. Though you were mostly covered by the shade from the umbrella, the last thing you wanted was a blistering sunburn where the straps of your tote bag usually rested, so you grabbed the sunscreen you had so diligently packed and began applying it on the parts of your skin that were exposed.

Baekhyun had gone uncharacteristically quiet. If you had been paying attention to him instead of so attentively rubbing the cream into the underside of your knee, perhaps you would have noticed the way his eyes lingered on you for a little longer than would have been polite. They followed the path your hands took, from the expanse of skin below your neck, across your stomach, and down the length of your legs.

“Do you want me to do your back?” he blurted, his voice a little more strained than usual. He was wearing an odd expression on his face, something you couldn’t quite place, but it was different from the usual playful one you were most well acquainted with. Nevertheless, you agreed, passing him the tube and turning around so your back was facing him.

His fingers were still cold from the water, and you jumped when they first made contact with your skin. He only laughed, squeezing both hands around your shoulders to hold you still before he got back to work again.

The first graze of his hands across your shoulders was tentative. You could feel the heat of him behind your back, the smell of salt and sun clinging to the air around you. His breaths fanned the skin on the back of your neck, sending goosebumps down your arms and legs despite the thick heat of the afternoon. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Slowly, his hands made their way down to your lower back, and it was then that you realised you might be in trouble. His hands pressed against the grooves of your spine, curving ever so slightly around your waist, and if you shivered, he pretended not to feel you tremble in his grasp. 

It was when his fingers slipped underneath the ties of your bikini top that the alarm bells began to go off in your head. His movements were hesitant, fingers stuttering in their dance across your skin before they gingerly pulled the strings aside to spread the sunscreen between the top and bottom halves of your back. It was too much, feeling his warmth, knowing there was only an inch of space between your bare torsos, having his hands on you doing such a thorough job with the task he had assigned to himself. When the tips of his fingers brushed the side of your ribs, just under the edge of the fabric, you couldn’t help the breathy noise that escaped your lips. 

“Actually, I think I left something back at the house,” you said suddenly, words hurriedly running into each other as they tripped over your tongue on the way out of your mouth. Twisting away from his dangerous touch, you bolted to a stand and hoped he’d attribute the pinkness of your cheeks to being outside in the brightness of the afternoon. Your words came out staggered, the slight tremble in your voice betraying the composure you were fighting so hard to maintain. 

Baekhyun’s gaze was careful, if not a little confused. The more his eyes ran over you, the more you were sure that the depth of your feelings towards him were beginning to surface on your face. Another second and he’d be able to tell, he’d figure out the little secret you’d been trying to conceal for the last couple of months. And then you wouldn’t be able to deny its existence anymore. 

So you fled, tossing a rushed promise to be right back over your shoulder before scurrying up the bushy path again. Away from the scrutiny of his eyes, away from the truth you did not want revealed to the world. The ghost of his touch lingered between your shoulder blades and along the ridges of your spine, your body already committing to memory the caress of his skin against yours. You realised then, that it would not be possible to continue living on as usual, now that you knew the taste of his closeness, as fleeting as it may have been.

“I think you should just go for it.”

Your fingers tightened around the glass at his words. Chanyeol’s tone was light and pragmatic, speaking as if the act of unfurling your heart were nothing more than a decision about whether to have steak or pork belly for dinner. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed, bringing the bottle to your lips.

“I’m serious though,” he continued, nudging your arm with the lip of his own beer. “I think you should just tell him, and see what he says. And stop expecting the worst. You’ll never know how things could turn out if you never do anything.”

You let your head fall back to lean on the doorframe you were both standing against, gazing out at the patio that had begun to darken following the sunset. Baekhyun and Jongin were placed at opposite ends of the ping pong table that had been wheeled out of the living room after dinner, neither seeming to mind the soft prick of grass at the underside of their bare feet. Whether the game was proceeding well was difficult to deduce, since both were sporting wide grins and rosy cheeks, courtesy of the glasses in their hands — but judging by the cluster of orange balls around Baekhyun’s feet, you had an inkling that victory would not be his. He didn’t seem to mind yet, laughing gleefully as Jongin swung his racquet too hard and launched a ball over the fence. 

“Not everyone is as good as you when it comes to talking about their feelings, you know,” you said, fixing Chanyeol with a knowing look that was halfway between admiration and resentment. If you only had his courage of expression, perhaps you would’ve put an end to your suffering a while ago. Ripped the band-aid off cleanly instead of peeling away at it, day by day, bit by bit, until it was hanging on by the last of its adhesive. You weren’t sure how much longer your resolve could last, if it would even survive this weekend without snapping under the force of your attraction.

He only shrugged. “You can’t get good without actually doing it.” You pondered his words in the short silence that settled while you both took another sip. He was right, of course, you knew that, but it didn’t make hearing it any easier.

“I think… I’m just scared,” you began slowly. Realising you were about to put his advice into action, Chanyeol turned to you with reassuring and patient eyes, waiting. You took a deep breath, swinging the contents of your bottle back and forth, and continued, “I’m scared that if I do tell him, it’s going to change our relationship and then I’ll lose him completely. At least if I don’t say anything, he’s still my friend, and I get to keep being in his life.”

He regarded you for a moment, brows furrowed thoughtfully, as he decided on his next words. It was no easy feat to try on honesty the way you just did, having so carefully avoided it for your entire life, and he was well aware of it. The slight tremble in your hands was a dead giveaway.

“And I think that’s completely understandable,” he finally said. “There’s always going to be a trade-off, no matter what you choose to do. But I guess you have to weigh up which one means more to you, and if you’re willing to take that risk on the chance that it does work out between you two. I’m only telling you what I think you should do. You’re the one who knows your own feelings the best.”

Another silence fell over the two of you again. Your bottle was nearly empty now, the beer inside already lukewarm from being out of the cooler for too long. Jongin let out a cheer as the ball sailed over his head, landing far behind him on the grass and ignoring Baekhyun’s flagrant attempts at contesting the point. Even under the patio lights, he was still so pretty, cheeks pink and glowy, the shape of his mouth so endearing as it settled into a pout. By now, you were used to the longing, and paid it no mind as it filled your chest with a bittersweet warmth.

“Aren’t you two best friends though?” you asked, the thought suddenly occurring to you. “You’re telling me you don’t know anything about how he feels about… whatever is going on?” The look you gave Chanyeol was suspicious, but he stood strong, resisting your prying eyes.

“I wouldn’t be much of a best friend if I went around blabbing to you about his feelings, would I?” was his response, accompanied by an elusive smile. There was something in his words that lingered in your mind, some important detail you felt as if you had overlooked, but his amused expression gave you nothing to hold onto. “You’re both so clueless,” he chuckled after a beat of your thoughtful silence, downing the rest of his drink.

Baekhyun was skipping over now, having officially lost 18-21 to Jongin, who was heartily celebrating his victory with a series of hoots and giggles. He headed straight for you, hair all messed up from running his hands through it during the game, and a rosy flush to his face, though you weren’t sure if that was from the game or the glass that he had left at the ping pong table. When he wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in your shoulder, you knew that it was probably the latter.

“I lost the game,” he whined, petulant and firm against you. His hair tickled your chin, and you could smell the faint scent of his shampoo from his shower after the beach.

“Are you drunk already?” you asked, trying to mask your breathlessness at his proximity with a few giggles. Baekhyun’s affinity for physical contact was the worst — or best, depending on how you looked at it — when he had alcohol in his system, and it didn’t take much to push him past the borders of sobriety. His ache for touch and affection was most often relieved on you, and you always obliged, gladly and readily letting him take whatever it was he wanted.

The tip of his nose brushed back and forth against your skin as he shook his head. “Just a little, tiny bit,” he said, voice muffled, and you felt the warmth of his breath through your t-shirt.

“Where’s the love for your best friend?” Chanyeol teased, the only one amused at the way Baekhyun had dived straight into your arms without even sparing him a glance. 

The boy in your arms didn’t even falter, only snuggling further into you. “You know it’s because she’s my favourite,” he murmured, lips skimming your collarbone ever so softly as he spoke. The panic onset was instantaneous, and you prayed he was too drunk to pick up on the sudden rapid thundering of your heartbeat inside your chest. You tried to look at Chanyeol for help, but he was setting off across the patio, taking up Jongin on his invitation for a match with the promise that he would wipe the floor with the younger boy.

Baekhyun only hummed contentedly, oblivious to the havoc he was wreaking inside you, tightening his hold around you when you made a half-hearted attempt to wriggle out of his arms. His pink lips set into another rounded pout, brows slightly creased as he pulled back to look at you.

“You know you’re my favourite, right?” he asked, trying to be convincing despite the slight slur to his words. You could only nod, letting a small smile twist the corners of your mouth upwards. Whether he realised or meant what he was saying, you weren’t all that concerned, simply happy to bask in the warmth of his full attention knowing it was probably just nonsensical babble brought on by the drink in his belly. It was so much easier to be close to him when he was like this, hazier, and sure to forget most of what he had said the morning afterwards. It didn’t hurt that you were also starting to feel a little blurrier around the edges, the beer from earlier making its way through your system and leaving behind a pleasant fuzziness that made it all the more tempting to come clean about your feelings. But you weren’t quite there yet, and you had no plans to get to that point tonight.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he curled back up into you. With your hands around his back, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heart, the comfortingly even beat of it through his rib cage. It was so easy to imagine this was the way it had always been, and would always be, so easy to slip into the fairytale you often found yourself fabricating when your one-sided longing became too much to contain. It would be so nice if you could live in this moment forever, you thought. But was this small pocket of peace worth risking your entire friendship?

“I wish you’d stop running away from me,” he murmured, or at least that’s what you thought he said. It was a little difficult to concentrate when his lips were grazing your skin again, lightly feathering across your neck as the words shaped his mouth on their way out of it. 

And then you felt it, the unmistakable and deliberate press of his lips against your collarbone, the gentle pressure and the slight moisture on your skin from it searing through you like a lit trail of gasoline. This time, he had to have heard the stilted gasp that escaped your mouth.

He lifted his head slowly to look at you again, searching your face with glassy eyes — for what, you weren’t quite sure. The only things you were sure of right now were the fiery burn in your cheeks, and the deafening pounding of your heart that echoed between your ears. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, though his expression was nowhere near as apologetic as his words would have you believe. If anything, his gaze on you was almost daring, waiting to see how you’d respond, if you’d shrink back into yourself like you always did when he got too close and crossed that invisible boundary you only danced around. If you’d run away from him the way he had just said he wished you wouldn’t. Or if you’d let him push you over too, just this once.

Seeing the hesitation in your face, he slowly extricated from you, retracting his limbs and warmth until they hung limply by his sides again. Scratched the back of his head. Let his eyes wander around the patio and settle on anything except for you. 

“I’m going to see if Kyungsoo needs any help with cleaning up,” he said quietly, not waiting for your response as he headed back into the house. The drink had made his gait unsteady, and you felt him sway against the doorframe as he brushed past you. A chilling unease began to settle in the pit of your stomach as you watched him go, the shape of his back getting smaller and smaller as he was swallowed by the light of the living room. 

Try as you might, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, and that there was a possibility it had not been in the direction you had hoped for.

Perhaps the second glass of wine had been a little overambitious, you realised, staring up at the ceiling of your shared bedroom. Kyungsoo had been so excited about the 2012 Shiraz he had brought from home, pouring you a full glass with an enthusiasm he didn’t often display. You couldn’t say no, and you didn’t protest when he refilled it a short while later. If he noticed the faster-than-usual speed with which you drained its contents, he did not show it. Whilst alcohol tended to put people to sleep, it had the opposite effect on you, dangling sleep in front of you like a carrot you could never get a hold of easily, or for long. That second glass of wine was the reason you were lying in bed, not soundly asleep like you wished, but keenly aware of every breath and every movement from the other occupant of the room, only an arm’s length away from you.

Baekhyun had spent most of the night with Chanyeol out on the patio, drinking and laughing under the generous light of the moon. Even if he wasn’t purposely avoiding you, you felt his absence from your side sorely. He didn’t say much during the wind down for bed either, only asking if you wanted the curtains fully shut, to which you gave an affirmative. Still, a sliver of moonlight speared through the gap between them, illuminating the room just enough that if you turned your head to the side, you could make out the outline of his body beneath the covers and acquaint yourself with the familiar curve of his nose.

It was only fair that the wine, having taken your sleep, offered something in return to mark an honourable trade. That something manifested itself in the restlessness of your mouth, which battled against the remaining rationality of your mind. Loose-lipped and anxious, you dug your nails into the palm of your hand, willing the war inside your head to approach a ceasefire. You did not want to make a fool of yourself in the intimacy of this small room. 

However, your resolve could not last for long, corroded by the hours spent without his presence, without the familiar warmth of his touch, without his little comments meant only for you as he pointed out something silly or poked fun at Jongin’s whining. Barely above a whisper, you called out his name, letting your voice permeate the darkness. It was loud enough that he’d hear it above the silence, but soft enough that he could ignore it if he so wished, and you’d attribute his ignorance to the deepness of sleep.

There was a second of silence, which he followed with an answering hum and a shuffle of his legs on the mattress. He was awake, and he was waiting for you to speak.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked the ceiling. 

“No, I’m not mad at you,” was his reply, accompanied by a quiet sigh. He was conversing with the ceiling too, just as reluctant to face you.

Your hands twisted the sheets in dissatisfaction. The even tone of his voice indicated truth, but his answer didn’t explain why he had spent the whole night outside without calling for you even once, when he usually couldn’t last half an hour without pressing into your side and tickling your shoulder to grab your attention. 

“Then what?” you probed, cringing at the whiny edge to your voice. 

He was quiet for a while, letting your words hang in the air, that for a moment you thought he wouldn’t speak, that your brief conversation had already come to an end, and you’d be left with unanswered questions as bedside companions for the night. There was another rustling from his side of the room as he settled himself under the covers.

“Sometimes, I think I want too much from you,” he finally said. He was quiet, but you heard every word with the clarity as if they had been projected through a stereo system. “And you can’t give me everything I want, but that’s not your fault. It’s an indication of my own greed and selfishness more than anything else.”

You kicked around at your sheets to signal your unrest at his words. “I don’t think you are greedy or selfish. At all. At least not with me.” If anything, you were the selfish one, wanting all his smiles and touches for yourself, wanting the entire spectrum of his existence to only ever be shown to you. Your generosity only ever came to light when it was in service of him, gladly letting him take your attention, your time, allocating space in your mind for him and him only. 

Baekhyun only laughed a soft and short laugh at your reply, the sound so different from the usual one filled with boisterous joy that you had grown the most used to. You heard him turn over in his bed to face you. In the quiet darkness of the room, the focus of his gaze flooded over you, and the intensity of it was so blinding you didn’t dare to look away from the smoothness of the ceiling, fearing you’d smoulder into ash the moment you locked eyes with him.

“You know that you are a really important person to me. You know that, right?” he asked, eyes searing into you with the force of a thousand suns. “I mean, everyone else is also important because they’re my friends, but you’re different — you are a special person to me. I don’t see you the way I see Chanyeol, or Jongin, or anyone else.” 

His words were still tinged with the slight slur of the beer from out on the patio, but you could feel the delicate care with which they were chosen and spoken. Something was different about tonight. You could taste it in the thick air between the two of you, feel it in the wire-taut tension stretching across the gap between your two twin beds. Your fingers dug into the comforter, willing the turbulence in your chest to subside.

He paused and took a deep breath, as if bracing himself against something devastating. “I don’t want the same things with them as I do with you.”

You held your breath until you felt the pain of deprivation in your chest.

“But I’ve made peace with the fact that what I want from you, and the way I feel about you, are things I’ll have to carry with me. They’re things I have to bear the weight of alone. I don’t — I would never want you to be uncomfortable, or see me differently.” There was a slight catch in his voice at the end.

You didn’t even know if your lungs were still working while you listened to him speak. There was a surrealness to the night, as if everything had been covered in a blanket of haze and everything that was transpiring was the product of a fever-induced dream, existing on an alternate timeline.

Baekhyun… it didn’t even feel right thinking it.

Baekhyun had feelings for you? And he had convinced himself it was one-sided?

“It’s pretty selfish, isn’t it? Asking you to act like things between us won’t change after everything I just said,” he laughed, but there was little humour in the sound. You finally turned your head to look at him, the wry curve of his mouth catching the moonlight as he gazed at you. He was smiling, the shape of it meant to comfort you, but he could not hide the sadness weaved into the downturn of his eyes. He had always been braver than you, perhaps not in the aspect of riding roller-coasters, but certainly in his ability to be honest and open about his emotions, regardless of whether they were good or bad. 

It was your turn to be brave now, and shed your own fear to meet him where he stood.

“I’ve been seeing you differently for a while now,” you admitted, turning under the sheets to fully face him. You were grateful for the darkness, hoping that it would conceal the heat creeping up your neck and face, painting your cheeks with a hot blush that accompanied the start of your confession. His brows furrowed slightly as he tried to process your words, confusion settling in the crease between them. You held yourself back from reaching out to smooth them over.

“What do you mean?”

“What makes you think you’re the only one who feels this way?” you asked instead, leaving his question unanswered. There was a tremble in your voice as you spoke, and you were sure he heard it above the quiet of your bedroom. It was the closest you could get to telling him without actually telling him about the silent battle that had been raging in your head for the last few months. 

This was it, you thought. He had to know now.

“Am I not?”

The weight of his stare pressed against you, drawing you to him with the tangible pull of gravity. The eyes that roamed your face had replaced their previous confusion with questioning, and a glimmer of something akin to hope. He had never looked more beautiful and devastating than he did right now. You felt the light of dawn breaking over your skin, a promise of something new and good sure to follow. Its warmth simmered within you, staving off the chill of the late summer night with a heat that had you pushing off your covers in a hurried frenzy and rising to sit on the edge of your bed, toes just grazing the floorboards beneath you. Would you still have had the same nerve to face him in the daylight, rough and exposed without the lulling comfort of darkness? Would he still look at you, unpolished and flawed in the clarity of the sun, the same way, with the reverence of man at the sight of an angel? 

Baekhyun mirrored you and sat up on his own bed, slowly, as if not wanting to spook you, fearing you’d run off and retreat back into the confined familiarity of your own head. His knees knocked against yours in the small space between your two mattresses. You jolted at the feeling of his skin on yours, having gone without it for so long that the mere touch was like the first drop of water after emerging from the desert. He made to move away, trying to shuffle across the length of the bed, but stilled at the hand you placed just over his knee, willing him to stay put. Surely, he could feel the beat of your heart thrumming through your fingertips.

It was your turn to be brave now.

Fueled by the second glass of Shiraz and the muted encouragement of darkness, before you could second guess yourself and overthink every possible negative outcome of what you were about to do, you closed your eyes and leant towards him. Slowly, inch by inch, until your journey ended with the soft, tentative press of your lips against his. It was short and chaste, nothing more than a gentle pressure, and you pulled back when you felt his lips part in surprise.

“Does that answer your question?” you whispered, heart in your throat. 

There it was. You had gone and done it. 

His eyes were closed, and in the dim moonlight peeking through the curtain, you could almost make out each of his eyelashes, fluttering dark and soft against the smooth skin of his cheek. For a few seconds, the room was filled only with the sounds of your breathing as you waited for his reaction, for the consequences of your actions and what that meant for your friendship with him. 

Then you heard it — his soft laugh, coloured with appreciative disbelief, and felt the air of it caress your face. The corners of his mouth curved upwards into a small, pleased smile. His eyes blinked open slowly, taking you in with a hunger that had desire curling in the pit of your stomach.

“You are just so…” he began, but you never found out just exactly what you were. He was already pulling you back into him, slotting his mouth against yours like they were always made to fit perfectly together. This time, the kiss was anything but chaste, the sheer force of it enough to scorch your insides down to your bones. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush towards him, and your knees parted around his thighs to adjust to the new position. Your own hands found purchase in the softness of the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate for something to anchor yourself to, in fear that the realisation of this moment would somehow make it slip away.

This was what it felt like to stand unafraid and bare in the light of unbridled wanting, to consume and be consumed by a ravenous appetite with no propensity for satiety. When his hands slipped past the hem of your sleep tank, fingertips grazing across the skin of your lower back, you were sure you could erupt into flames. He swallowed the breathy noise that escaped your lips, tongue brushing against yours as he claimed your mouth with his own. 

This was what it felt like to hold the sun in the palm of your hand.

When you broke apart to catch your breaths, his eyes were bright, lips plump and swollen, chest heaving beneath your hands. Somehow, you had ended up back on his bed, his head against the pillows, hands under your shirt and keeping you close to him with an unforgiving hold. He was gazing up at you with a devotion that made your heart swell even more than it did pulling oxygen back into your lungs.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time,” he admitted, hiding his head into the crook of your shoulder. You felt his abashed smile against your skin and wondered how it could be possible that you had contained all of this, the longing, the yearning, inside you for so long.

“How long?” you asked, hearing the smile in your own voice.

“Since Chanyeol’s birthday, when you wore that brown sweater with the little bow on the back.”

Last year, Chanyeol had gotten everyone together at his place for a nice dinner and wine followed by a binge watch of all the Iron Man movies in one sitting. It was all going according to plan until a quarter of the way into the third one, when he began snoring at his own birthday gathering. The bowl of popcorn was sliding out of his hands and sure to make a buttery mess all over the rug, and that’s when the rest of you decided to turn the television off and call it a night. Sehun and Jongin tasked themselves with getting the birthday boy into bed, and likely collapsed onto it with him immediately after, while Baekhyun had offered you the couch, assuring you he’d be fine with the blankets on the floor. At the time, you hadn’t thought much of it. As chaotic as he could be, Baekhyun was nothing if not kind, and you had been grateful that his kindness had always extended to you over the three years you had known each other.

“But that was more than half a year ago. Why didn’t you say something sooner?” 

His fingers prodded into your sides, eliciting a few choked giggles from you. “I didn’t know how you’d react. You know you’re not the most expressive person on the planet,” he said dryly. “Or the most observant. I literally frenched your collarbone and you’re telling me you didn’t realise I liked you more than as a friend?”

“Okay, well when you put it like that,” you huffed, feeling the vibrations of his laugh through his chest. “But you really didn’t know I had feelings for you? Chanyeol never said anything?”

His movements stilled, leaning back into the pillows so he could lock eyes with you again. “You talk to Chanyeol about me?” he asked, to which you nodded sheepishly. “Since when?”

“Last month, Jongdae’s housewarming. He fished it out of me after dinner,” you sighed, picturing his smug grin under the lights of Jongdae’s fancy new kitchen when you realised that you had slipped up and let him in on your little secret. 

“But I talk to him about you.”

You looked at each other for another beat, realisation breaking over the both of you, before dissolving into another fit of disbelieving giggles. Maybe Park Chanyeol did know how to keep his mouth shut after all.

“So he’s a terrible wingman, is what I’m getting out of this whole thing,” Baekhyun chuckled, rolling you over so you were now lying on your side, face to face with him. He planted a slow, sweet kiss on your lips, taking his time to acquaint himself with the shape and taste of your mouth, and you felt the contentment of his smile against you. “I can’t believe we could have gotten together a month ago. Some best friend he is.”

“Gotten together?” you echoed, one eyebrow raised in feigned dispute, delighting in the way his sweet mouth settled into the pout that you adored.

“You mean to tell me that you don’t want to be with me after your tongue was all up in my mouth?”

You pushed his face away, groaning, “Gross, don’t say it like that.” He, however, had different plans, hooking a calf behind your knees and tugging you back into him, before weaving the other leg in between your own.

“You know you like it,” he murmured into your neck, squeezing his arms around you just in case you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. One hand traced absent-minded circles over the grooves of your spine as he breathed you in, warm and familiar against your chest. 

Yes, you thought, you’d risk any and everything for this exact moment. It was worth all the doubt and heartache, all the time spent replaying those moments in your head, unsure of the meaning behind his actions. You could be sure of it now.

“I do,” you agreed, threading your fingers through the softness of his hair. “I probably more than like you,” you added, tilting his face upwards to steal another kiss, giddy and chest swelling with affection. Perhaps you weren’t quite yet ready for that other four letter word, but you had no doubt you would be one day, and soon. He was all too willing to comply, letting his mouth mould against yours with the poise and patience of a saint. 

“I probably more than like you too,” he replied, punctuating his confession with one final kiss to the tip of your nose. It was enough for the serene smile on your face to persist, even past the arrival of sleep.

“I knew it.”

You cracked one eye open, trying to adjust to the light flooding in through the open door to your room. Chanyeol stood at the foot of your bed, grinning from ear to ear with what could only be described as a look of triumph as he took in the scene before him. The boy next to you stirred lightly, digging his face deeper into the pillow, reluctant to leave the realm of the sleeping. Chanyeol was not in the least sympathetic to his friend’s struggles, striding over to the window and pulling back the curtains with a clang. You winced as the full force of the morning sun barged in, and Baekhyun let out a soft noise of displeasure at the intrusion.

“I fucking knew it,” Chanyeol said again, quickly bringing you to your senses as you registered the weight of another body on top of your own. You made to remove yourself from him, fighting the flush creeping up your neck and face, but it was an effort which proved futile as he only tightened the arm around your waist, loath to let you go. 

“Can you be quiet? You’re going to wake the whole house,” you hushed, finally succeeding in untangling your legs from Baekhyun’s, feeling the loss of his warmth immediately.

“They’re already up. I came to call you for breakfast,” Chanyeol replied, the grin seemingly stuck to his face. “Which actually reminds me,” he began, before sticking his head out of the doorway to holler, “You better pay up, Jongin. And you too, Kyungsoo!”

“You bet on us?” came the groggy voice from the pillows behind you.

“What the hell, Chanyeol? I thought you said you didn’t go around blabbing about his feelings!” you exclaimed, indignant.

“To you. I never said anything about telling anyone else,” was his reply, smug and victorious at having outsmarted you.

Kyungsoo appeared in the doorway, donning a flour-covered apron, as if to confirm for himself that he was in fact a debtor to the taller boy. “Even if he didn’t say anything, it wasn’t all that hard to figure out,” he said lightly, surveying the room with curiosity and paying no mind to the shock painted on your face. How had everybody known about your now not-so-secret crush on Baekhyun except for the man himself? “Anyways, I only said that it would be unlikely to happen over this weekend, not that it was impossible. So Jongin is the only loser. Now come for pancakes.” And with that, he headed back towards his bowl of batter on the kitchen counter, chuckling at the sound of Jongin’s complaints against fulfilling his end of the wager.

Baekhyun, having somewhat freed himself from the clutches of sleep, rose to a sitting position and shot a drowsy scowl at his friend. “You’re kind of an asshole, you know that right?”

But even the expletive could not put a damper on Chanyeol’s mood, his smile never slipping. “You two should honestly be thanking me,” he said, to which you also shot him a glare. “Also, I’m happy for you and everything, but can you please keep the PDA to a minimum in front of the rest of us? I will lock you out of the house if you don’t.”

Baekhyun turned to you, the creases of the frown on his face slowly but surely smoothing out as he took you in, cheeks puffy and hair a mess from having just woken up. He had seen you in worse states, and definitely in better states, but none of that seemed to matter as he regarded you with nothing but fondness in his eyes. You were sure that your expression mirrored his, affection spreading throughout your entire body, reaching even the tips of your fingers and toes, at the sight of his tousled bed head, the sleepy droop of his eyes, the sweet pinkness of his lips. 

The sun was yours. There was no feasible way to stop the smile from blooming across your entire face.

“No promises.”

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One-Shots

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/obqizCR by theshinyreader just a few one shots- enjoy your read! :) Words: 1214, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: SEVENTEEN (Band), ATEEZ (Band), Stray Kids (Band), ASTRO (Band), EXO (Band), NCT (Band), ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, P1Harmony (Band), VICTON (Band), K-pop Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Relationships: Kwon Soonyoung | Hoshi/Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Jeon Wonwoo/Kim Mingyu, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Kim Seungmin & Seo Changbin, Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol, Kim Junmyeon | Suho/Oh Sehun, Lee Dongmin | Cha Eunwoo/Moon Bin, Yoon Sanha/Everyone, ATEEZ Ensemble/Everyone, SEVENTEEN Ensemble/Everyone Additional Tags: More ships to be added, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Explicit Sexual Content, Hanahaki Disease, Unrequited Love, Idiots in Love, Boys In Love, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/obqizCR