#parkchanyeol

[archernarbeta]

For all the moments

✴︎ pairing : Chanyeol x Reader

✴︎ genre : domestic!au, idol!chanyeol, editor!reader, angst, fluff, comfort, yearning

✴︎ summary : For all the moments, you were always by his side. For all the moments, he was always next to you.

✴︎ warning : none, maybe mild cursing but nothing else!

✴︎ word count : 4.2K

✴︎ author’s note : hii! It’s archie! This one has been hanging out on my drafts for way too long and I finally decided it’s time to take it out! Anyways, this fic was initially for Baekhyun but I felt that the scenario fits better with Chanyeol. I was highly inspired by EXO-SC’s Jet-lag and Kyungsoo’s recent birthday party where he sang Beautiful Day! I hope you enjoy this one and feel free to leave feedback or comments! likes are also much appreciated ♥ 

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The loud drizzling sounds of rain hitting your apartment window can’t help but stir you up from your deep slumber. What the hell, you thought, rubbing your eyes a little to wash away your sleepiness. The clock beside your bedside table reads 3.40am, the timing indicates that it’s too early for anyone to be awake at the moment. The sky kept rumbling, with thunders flashing every minute and you groaned at the sight of the storm rolling in front of you. Being woken up from a storm was one thing but being awake without your husband, was another thing. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep again so you grabbed your phone to check if Chanyeol had landed in Seoul from his recent work trip from Paris. 

Notifications 02.30am KST Yeol: > Babe? > I just landed with the worst weather ever! > I can't wait to see you > I missed you so much :(( Read 03.43am KST

Being married for 2 years to one of the most famous idol in Korea, you were accustomed to his busy schedule. Flying out here and there to attend concerts, award shows, photoshoots and prestigious events was part of the job. With you working as a fashion editor, his daily agenda was not out of the ordinary for you. The difference only being the fact that he works under the limelight, but you don’t—not that you mind at all. Nevertheless, both of you made it work. It was too easy to understand how it feels to work under a tight schedule without any time to breathe. You with your never-ending deadlines and meetings, and him with his idol life. 

However, dating him for 6 years and being married to him for three, being away from him never gets easier.

You zoned out for a while before a loud thud distracted your attention, followed by your bedroom door clicking open. Your husband was finally home, his tall frame resting against the door with a huge grin on his face. Even with the minimal lighting of your bedroom, you could make up the bags under his sparkling eyes and the sight made you frown. 

“Hii honey,” his voice soft as ever, “I missed you so much..”

You sat up beaming at him while reaching out, welcoming him with open arms. He took a step closer to the bed, engulfing your sleepy figure. You replied with a small ‘hello’ as you melted into his hug. You really can’t help but wonder how he’d smell so nice after a long-haul flight, but nevertheless, you love inhaling his scent that brings you nothing but comfort.

“How long have you been awake? The storm must’ve woken you up.” His voice was laced with worry.

You held his cheeks with your hands and he practically melt under your touch, 

“Not too long ago.”

“Please quickly shower and join me in bed, huh? Pretty please…” you pouted at his tired state. 

“Anything for you, baby. Give me a while and I’ll join you as soon as possible!” 

He didn’t close the door as he showered, not that you’d mind, at this point you were too sleepy to even think of peeking. As the water ran down on his back, he unconsciously kept you awake by chatting with you. He really couldn’t help that he missed his wife so much. 

“Babe, do you have plans tomorrow?”

“No? Not that I could think of…I might drop by the studio and the office tomorrow morning but other than that, I don’t think I’ll be booked the whole day. Are you going somewhere tomorrow?” 

“The office? Isn’t tomorrow like..Saturday? Is Saerim giving you a hard time? What about the interns? They’re not helping you enough? Are you working too hard again?” He rambled on with concern with a raised voice as the running water muffled his voice.

“I- Uh..” you stammered, “Yeol, I t-told you work is fine” you quipped. The sound of the water subsided as a tall figure emerged from the bathroom. Chanyeol dried his hair, ruffling the soft brown locks with a towel as he frowned at your response. He knew you were having a hard time at work and had asked you to quit a thousand times by now. Even without the math, anyone would know that his pay would be enough for the both of you to live comfortably. 

You looked at your golden-retriever husband in the eye, “So where are you going tomorrow?” 

A thing about Chanyeol is that he’d waive things out so easily, as easy as shifting the conversation to another topic and he won’t go back to pester the elephant in the room. 

At your question he blinks a few times, “Would you mind if I take a day out tomorrow with the boys? Baek said he needed some pointers for his upcoming solo album and Junmyeon-Hyung had things to discuss for the group.” He scratched the back of his head. 

“But that is…if it’s okay with you?” he nervously asked. 

“That’s okay, babe…” you half yawned, sleep lulled you once again as you tried snuggling inside the comforter, 

“I really don’t mind”, the drowsiness took you as the soft satin sheets came in contact with your skin. He smiled at the sight as he returned the towel to its place. Chanyeol didn’t take long to join you in bed, cuddling you in his arms. 

After his hectic schedules and weeks without holding you, being beside you was the perfect medicine to charge his tired form. He sighed, relieving all his weariness before the slumber took him out.

He knew, this was home. 

You, were home.

⁠—

Morning came faster than you’d like. The rain from last night hadn’t stopped, raindrops trickling on your high-floor apartment as the sky was still dark as ever. Beside you, a tired giant, possessively hugging you amidst his sleep. You giggled at this grown-up man’s clingy behaviour.  Chanyeol will always be the cutest, ever. 

You blamed your body clock for waking up so early on a Saturday, especially on this dreading Saturday. 

With a little struggle, you free yourself from Chanyeol’s hold and tiptoed to the kitchen. It was just 6.00am but you quickly prepared breakfast for the both of you and salad, for Chanyeol just in case he wants a light lunch. 

As you sipped your coffee, last night’s conversation went through your head. He knew you had troubles at work, he had plans and you said you were okay, you didn’t mind.

You internally sighed because mind you did.

You were far from okay.

Because even though you’d hate to admit it, you’d love to have him for yourself. In fact, you have missed him so much these past few weeks that it physically hurts. 

But no. 

You had work. 

Your useless-piece-of-a-shit-partner Yoon Saerim, will probably taunt you if you don’t come up with a better concept for this month’s pictorial. So even though you miss being around your ball of sunshine more than you’d like to admit, fate was just not in your favour this Saturday. 

You could always quit, is what Yeol usually says after your long rant about your horrible boss and the disgusting amount of workload you had to handle. Sure you have subordinates and interns working under you, but working in fashion for so long, you came to the conclusion that nothing is never ever enough when it comes to the industry. 

Thinking back, Chanyeol always loved being under the spotlight as an idol ever since his debut days and making music was as precious as that. After both of you settled down and eventually got married, you were quick to admit that Chanyeol sacrificed a lot for you, even if you didn’t ask him to. He paid the bills, every bill. He took care of the parents, dinner dates with your parents and his every other week were a staple and he’d never miss sending health supplements once in a while. You never asked him to do so but married Chanyeol just stepped up and took on the role as a caring husband so naturally. 

Even with his burning passion in music, he went the extra mile, producing countless songs by the count of months. At times he goes on an overdrive, he’d lock himself up in the studio and he would forget about everything else. Situations like this scares the shit out of you. You remembered the first time he went berserk, it took you and his members two days to figure out where he was. He’d gone AWOL and you had to call the police to track down his phone, just to find out that he’d been coping himself in the studio for 48 hours without sleep or food, only water. You and Sehun found him sitting down in front of the recording booth with a guitar in hand, music sheets sprawled on the floor. His eyes were already bloodshot red, it was clear that he was sleep-deprived, very tired and out of focus. Sehun sighed, ready to scold Yeol for his stupid behaviour before your husband quipped, 

“Please don’t take me away, not yet…” 

his eyes all over the place with brows furrowed, his forehead creasing.

“I swear if you give me more time, I’ll finish this tomorrow and I’ll go but please leave and don’t come here until tomorrow, yeah? I need to finish this song because they’ll pay a huge amount for this one… Give me more time, please?” He is disassociated as ever, you were aware that he didn’t notice you due to his state.

“Hyung…” the younger sighed again.

“S-Sehun-ah, I have Y/N now.. You might not know how it feels now but I- I want to give the world to her. We’re idols but our prime time is way past us, when the momentum is gone, we might too.” He dropped his head to the door of the recording booth as he sighed,

He mindlessly draws patterns on the floor, “I need to save up for Y/N, for our future.. and it won’t happen if I don’t work like this. So-“

In a blink you crouched down, embracing him with tears already wetting your face. Words couldn’t form but the pressure, the knot that he bear was starting to unravel. He got your message,

You’re enough. 

Moments like these, his breakdowns, were one of the things that kept you grounded. If you’re being honest, your job also keeps you on your feet. Working as an co-chief editor in fashion was always your dream and to be frank, you enjoyed the job more than you let on. But the past year has been nothing but hell, thanks to the newly appointed co-chief editor Yoon Saerim. You habitually ponder how she got the position as she wasn’t really suitable for the job, she didn’t really have the knack for fashion. But moreover, you just didn’t like the fact that she ogled Chanyeol and Sehun when they came by for a photoshoot. 

You quickly snapped out of your deep thoughts when you gulped your last drop of coffee, thinking of Yoon Saerim never fails to make you turn sour. 

Without wasting more time, you prepared yourself to head to your studio. For disclaimer, the studio was Chanyeol’s, not the office’s. Not long after you started the job years ago, both of you decided that it would be nice to rent out an old apartment in the city for the both of you to work. The studio has a built-in recording booth, production space for Chanyeol and a creative working-space for you. However, with time passing, you ended up using the space more than your husband. 

Before you left the house, you gave him a forehead kiss and stuck a post-it-note on his phone, 

‘Good Morning My Happy Virus ♡  thank you for always working so hard,  sometimes you worry me, love :( have a great time with the boys today! am out for work - it’s deadline week ◡̈   i love you 3000 —  much, much love, Y/N ‘

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You arrived at the empty studio with your shoulders slumped, looking at the stacked paper, pictorials and mood boards around your disoriented workspace. The interns must’ve sent these yesterday, fucking hell, here we go again. 

Not long after, you succumbed to the job you love and hate at the same time. To be honest, as one of the high-ranked chief editor in your company, it wasn’t your share to do these tasks anymore, those days were over you. But reviewing each and every item, every trend that goes into the magazine is a job you love no matter how meticulous it actually is. Besides, the information you extract from all this has proven to help your career so far, making you one of the sought-out fashion editors in Seoul. However the fact doesn’t relieve you from the burden and pressure you get from your useless co-chief editor.

“She’s bossy and pushy but useless— and you’re too compliant, Babe,” Chanyeol would always joke and you’d usually tackle him back with a pillow, leaving both of you cackling in the process.

Speaking of Chanyeol, the man in question just stirred up from bed, barely opening his eyes, adjusting to the gloomy weather in front of his open-windowed bedroom. He instantly rubbed his sides, sleep evidently washed away when he realised his beloved Y/N weren’t there. He called your name out a few times to make sure that maybe, you were outside the room, just to know that his voice had filled the void of your apartment. 

As expected, he immediately sat up and grabbed his phone to call you. Before even unlocking his cell, he found your oh-so-lovely note that you stuck on this morning. Chanyeol sighed, he knew you were having a hard time but you never fail to warm his heart with your sweet note, he particularly loved the use of his favourite iron-man quote. 

He stared at the note lovingly for a while before heading to the bathroom and freshened up for the day. When he entered the kitchen to see a packed lunch box and another one with breakfast inside, he sulked further. Your puppy-like husband misses you and you doing this, made him sappier. He carefully unpacked the meals you prepared, gratefully munching your cooking. He was supposed to meet his members at 10 and so, he drove quickly as he was running late. When he parked his car in front of the company’s building, a text came from Baekhyun. 

Notifications 10.08am KST Baek: > Yeol? > the meeting’s canceled > Junmyeon-hyung said something came up > and my mom called, she wanted my help :O > Really sorry for the sudden intrusion! But have a good rest day with Y/N ^^  > Send her my love too!! Read 10.15am KST

< BYUN BAEKHYUN YOU LITTLE SHIT < THANKS FOR THE ‘HEADS UP’ < Picture sent < LOOK WHERE I AM YOU LITTLE SHIT!!! Sent 10.16am KST

Baek:  > Oh.. > The message didn’t come through 😅 I texted you way before,, must be the reception?  > But you can always have a good time with y/n!!  > I’m so sorry 🥺 Read 10.17am KST

Chanyeol couldn’t be sulkier. His ears literally drooped down as he huffed in annoyance. He didn’t reply back to Baekhyun as he slid the phone back in his pockets. He drove home in silence, even the thought of going back to bed to aid his tiredness didn’t make him feel better. He entered the foyer of the empty apartment and he shuffled inside lazily. You’d probably melt if you see him right now, his shoulder slumped slightly with a goo-goo look on his face. Especially now, with his buffier-form, compared to his pre-debut lanky state is something you’d administer as a cute change as a result of his exercising habits over the years. But it doesn’t matter because you’re not there and alas he came home to a cold, dark, empty apartment with his love nowhere to be seen. 

The sky dark, rain still pouring down, much like his mood. The thing about Chanyeol is the fact that he’s a clingy extrovert when it comes to people he loves. You love that about him. He didn’t care about the hectic schedule, it’s the ‘being away from you’ that made everything hard to surpass. That’s why after every schedule abroad, Chanyeol would love going home when he knows his love is waiting for him. There’s nothing better than coming home to a warm apartment with you snuggled on the couch. However, now, he’s the only one on the couch, alone. 

He pondered for more than an hour, zoning out, before deciding to stand up and head to the door once again. The silence is deafening, he misses you too much and he had to do something about it.

— 

In your studio, coming in your nearly fifth hour of productivity, you’re starting to break down. You were now on the verge of crying while doing your work, it’s the creativity block, you mentally cursed. You’ve been dealing with it lately but having to work in fashion, it’s inevitable and you never really told anyone about it, especially not Chanyeol. You felt that his occupation demanded more of him than yours did to you, you wouldn’t want to burden him with your problems. 

“Fuck.” 

“Fucking hell!” 

“This is so not happening right now…” tears welled as the screen of your precious laptop turned pitch black. You scoffed at the situation with the waterworks falling down your eyes. You were over this. 

You slumped near the corners of the room, hugging your knees as you stared at your now dead device, silently crying as your head whirls for other, worse negative possibilities of happening. Numb, is probably the best way to describe your current state after crying your heart out for 30 minutes straight. You end up curling yourself into a ball, hanging your head low in the corners of the room as your mind goes blank. 

As you hid yourself in the darkest corners of your office, you failed to notice the jiggling sound of the key, the clacking locks and the noise of the door opening. 

“Babeeeee?” the sound traveled from the hallway. Lo and behold, a sulked Chanyeol is here. His mood is still on the low but the idea of meeting you gets him excited like a puppy. 

You couldn’t hear him though,  your head still in a blocked-state and the room you’re in was the furthest from the hallway. 

Chanyeol entered the studio, footsteps tapping against the hardwood flooring. It puzzled him why he didn’t receive an answer back, but knowing your shoes were on the foyer, he knew you were somewhere inside. He set foot to the break room, your coat was on the couch but where were you? 

He continued peeking into his recording studio, the nearest space to the break room. The lights were out, signalling him that you’re probably not there. The bathroom and the other rooms were also empty, your office was the only place left. He slowly knocked, hoping to get an answer. To his surprise, nothing. He then gently pushed the door open, just enough for his head to peek inside. Before he could call your name, he heard sniffles from the farthest corner, he could make up your hunched, clearly crying figure and your favourite beige socks too. He exhaled as his worries washed away. Even though his heart ached more than ever, finding you with a meltdown was a relief as he initially thought you passed out or worse. 

He didn’t enter the room. He shuffled himself out as quietly as possible to grab his guitar in his recording room. This should do, he thought.

He re-entered your office, walked closer and sat on the floor near you. The cramped space barely fits his long legs. 

“Hey,” he greeted you with a hushed voice. 

Noticing his voice, you instinctively lift up your head to see your husband, sitting in front of you. In your shocked-state, you forcefully brushed off your tears in embarrassment, your skin will probably turn red later.

“Hey.. No, no, no..” he reached out, wiping your tears, caressing your disheveled hair. 

“Gently, yeah, yeah.. You’ll hurt yourself” he continued as he patted the areas under your eyes with his long sleeves.

After you calmed down, you didn’t have the courage to even say anything to the man. Deep down, you were embarrassed to be found in a silly breakdown, even if it was your husband. Besides, you didn’t know what to say to him anyways. While you were overthinking and avoiding eye contact with him, he pulled the guitar behind him and started to play a familiar song,

“It's a beautiful life 난 너의 곁에 있을게 (I'll stay by your side) It's a beautiful life 너의 뒤에 서 있을게 (I'll stand right behind you) Beautiful love”

Slowly but surely, your heart warmed up to the sound of his voice and you couldn’t help but stare at your husband. He stopped singing when your eyes met and he gave you a comforting smile. 

“C’mon, let’s get you up princess,” as he helped you stand up, circling his arms around your waist. You haven’t articulated a sound but he didn’t mind, he just let you lean into his sides as he guided you to the couch in the break room. He sat you down before abruptly standing and rummaging a brown paper bag on the coffee table, 

“I got your favourite cake and hot chocolate actually,” he grinned, facing your puffy face. “I thought you were having a hard time, well- I know you are having a hard time… But you never tell me you know, Babe?” He rambled as he unboxed a variety of sliced cakes and pastries on the table. 

“I-I get the fact that you wouldn’t want to burden me, but I’m kinda your husband and best friend too.. I wish you wouldn’t keep these things from me” he picked up the fork and scooped a piece of cheesecake to feed you, 

Before you had the chance to reply,

“I mean—open up a lil’ baby— I don’t mind you working and all, it’s your passion and I will support you either way, but you don’t get to shield your meltdowns from me… Who’s gonna hold you when you cry, huh?” he kept on chattering while feeding you, giving you no room to talk.

“I’ve said a thousand times that we’re super comfortable right now, yet I know it’s not about the money, I’m super cool with you working.. It’s about the workload a-and the pressure you get from your subs and colleagues!!” He raised his arms as a sign of annoyance. 

You gulped down the big chunk of cheesecake and shut him up with a peck. The action took him by surprise but it didn’t fail to shut him up.

“Okay, Chanyeol.” you softly replied, followed by another peck on his lips

“I get what you mean” you smiled at your husband. 

You then began on telling the troubles you had at work, silently thanking the universe that he came in the right moment and that he was your saving grace. He listened intently, even going to the measures of contacting his technician friends to help fix your laptop as soon as possible. He made jokes too along the way to lighten your mood and gave you warm touches here and there to comfort you further. 

You were his home, his ground zero.

He was yours too.

— 

Hours passed and now you were back working, Chanyeol in the other room, busying himself in the recording studio.

“Yeol?” you called him.

“Hmm? What’s up princess?”

“Uh- I just remembered, didn’t you had like- plans? You were supposed to go with Baek and the members today right?”

Footsteps were apparent as he walked closer to the opened door of your office, his head peeped through the door.

“Junmyeon-Hyung canceled, Baek too.. I was quite grumpy because I reached the office when Baekhyun texted me” He walked in further.

“Then I came home but the house wasn’t warm enough even though I cranked the heater up!” He sulked, and sulked further. 

“I was alone, I don’t want to be…I also don't want you to be alone too Y/N.

I only wanted to be around you, I really tried staying in!! But I couldn’t be alone in the house without you when you’re my home.” he pouted. 

You want to die then and there, you miss him as much and he was sad, it makes you sad too, but he was being sulky-cute… Can you turn into a putty of love?

“Come here you big baby!” you excitedly threw yourself in his arms. He buried his soft locks on the crook of your neck as he whispered ‘I miss you' s and you couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh.

“I miss you too, Yeol..

I miss you so, so much.” He hugged you tighter as he giggled too.

This was it, you thought. This was love at its finest and you couldn’t be happier that you’ve found it. For all the moments, good or bad, both of you never failed to become each other's home.  

[darikmur]

[exo-k-m-cbx-sc]

Chanyeol good enough behind the scenes

Watch Chanyeol’s Good Enough MV here!

[doemi-soo]

[anti1opa-blog]

[dksfml]

currently writing a chansoo fic where chanyeol is this burnout employee and randomly finds this small town and meets farmer kyungsoo, but he didn't know he was deaf. and ofc a promising amount of angst :D

[xyeolx61]

The bed is covered in blood when you wake up, your brand new pyjamas stained with the sticky substance. You inmediatly look at your sleeping boyfriend, relieved he is asleep and you can clean yourself and the bed in the mean time. You have not been together for a long time and this is completely embarasing.

"Babe?" His husky voice scares you as you thought he was asleep. He cannot find out about this. "What happened? Are you okay?"

You cover the stained bedsheets with a blanket but he frowns, pulling them away.

"My period came tonight" you finally explain, looking away from him. Chanyeol lifts your chin, giving a sweet peck on your lips as he strokes your cheeks with his thumb.

"Don't worry, babe, why don't you go and take a hot shower as I handle this?" Chanyeol is still half sleep, only one of his eyes open and his voice a few octaves lower than usual. "Come on, go clean yourself"

"But this-"

"I got this" he smiles, leaning to peck your lips for a second time.

When you get out of the shower, covered only by a towel since your clothes are hung on the shower after washing them, you cannot help but smile at the sight. The bedsheets have been changed, he has left some of his cozy clothes for you to wear and some pads and painkillers next to it.

You quickly change, wanting to find him to cuddle and kiss him. Do you have the best boyfriend in the world? Yes, you do.

"Chanyeol?"

The coffee table in the living room is full of snacks and sweets, two glasses with white wine in the middle. The sofas are covered in fluffy blankets

"I was going to make breakfast but it's lunch time already so I ordered tons of sushi, snacks and netflix are ready, cozy blankets to cuddle and I have this hot bag for the pain"

Chanyeol's smile calm your nerves. 

“You are the best” 

“I know” 

[randomkdump01]

[faith143sworld]

A fic I wrote well over 9 years ago that I had posted on Asainfanfics and I thought it deserved to live on Tumbler as well. I think of this fic often.

The Fight

Life for the past two years with Chanyeol has been amazing... mostly. For the last three months he's been distant acting as if he wanted to be anywhere but with you, and when you two were together he would hardly talk and always be on his phone. There were times where he would be on his phone and receive a text message and smile. It was the same smile that he used to give me when we first started a relationship. Seeing as he was part of EXO you knew that he would be around other idols especially female idols and they were a lot prettier than you am. You've spoken to the other members about it and they always that it was you texting him because he would smile at text messages around him too during the times that I was in class. Today you decided to forget about the last few months and spend time with him just the two of us. The members made sure that they didn't have a schedule today so he had no excuses not to spend the day with me.

We went to walk along the Han River and ate lunch at a small little restaurant nearby. We went back to my apartment to spend the rest of the day watching movies before you made dinner. While we were watching movies he kept texting someone and when you asked who it was he said it was no one important. But what bothered me was that he would smile a bright smile while reading a text message and after replying he would have a bored expression. You knew you shouldn’t jump to conclusions but you knew deep inside that he was talking to another girl. It wasn’t impossible because he was an amazing guy and he was handsome there was no doubt he could find someone better. Even though we had been together for so long you still feel insecure. Around 5 o’clock you told him that you were going to make dinner and he could take a nap in the room if he wants but he just nodded his head and walked off.

You couldn’t help but let a deep sigh escape your lips as you head into the kitchen. As you took out the ingredients to make tonkatsu you decided to take out your phone to listen to music as you cooked. You put the shredded cabbage into the bowl of ice cold water while you started to cut the pork. As you were cutting the pork you accidently cut your finger. You had called out for Chanyeol twice but you didn’t get an answer. Finally realizing he wasn’t going to come out and help you, you walked to your bedroom so you can get the first aid kit from your bathroom. When you walked in you saw him talking on the phone with someone and he had the brightest smile on his face. He face changed from the bright smile to a look of worry when he saw you walk in with a towel covering your bloody finger. He told whoever it was on the phone that he needed to go and hung up without waiting for an answer.

“________-ah what happened?” he asked as he got off the bed to come towards the bathroom. But you didn’t even want to hear anything from him. Because when you were calling for him he was having a happy conversation with someone else.

“Nothing. I’m just going to clean this up and go get us dinner, but if you have something else to attend to go ahead and leave.” you said as you finished putting a Band-Aid around your cut finger. You cleaned up the mess that you made and put the first aid kit back in the cabinet. You walked past him and out of the bathroom and headed back to the kitchen to put everything away.

Before you made it to the kitchen Chanyeol caught up with you and held your arm to stop you from walking. He turned you around to look at you with a look of worry in his eyes.

“_______-ah, what is wrong? I’m sorry for whatever I did but can you please explain to me what’s wrong. I’m going crazy not knowing what I did.” He looked at you in the eye with a confused expression. Not knowing what he did wrong. You felt a little guilty but you didn’t let it show. You kept a black expression while looking at him.

“What’s wrong? Let’s start with who you’re always texting. Who makes you smile the way you that you used to smile at me, a smile that I can’t even see when you’re with me? Oh, I know how about the fact that every time we’re together you always look like you would rather be anywhere but with me. Or how your members ask me if we’re still together because you always smile at text messages and calls you receive when I’m supposed to be in class. You decide.” you said with no emotion in my voice or on my face. You never thought that saying those words out loud could break my heart so much. But what broke my heart even more was the look of guilt on his face. Right then you knew that my conclusion had been right. He had been talking to some other girl.

“Look I know what you’re thinking but it doesn’t mean anything. She’s a really old family friend that moved to America about 6 years ago and finally moved back. My mom wanted me to talk to her and help her with the transition from moving back. She brings back old memories from my childhood and high school. I’m sorry I never mentioned it to you but I thought you trusted me enough to not doubt my love for you.” He said getting angry as he stopped speaking. He knew you were insecure and it didn’t help when he didn’t tell me that he had to help an old family friend that was a girl.

“Do you think I want to doubt you?! Do you think I want to be insecure about myself? I don’t want to feel like you’ll get tired of me and find someone else. I never wanted to doubt how you felt about me. But what do you want me to do when all of a sudden you never made time for me? When you never smiled at me the way you do when you speak to her. When your members ask me if our relationships okay. What did you want me to do? Act like I didn’t notice anything. Act like I wasn’t insecure about myself. I’m sorry that I’m not the girl you believed you were in a relationship with for the past 2 years. I didn’t mean to deceive you even though you knew I was insecure about myself.” You were holding tears by the time you finished speaking. You let out a shuddering breath before you looked away and to the door.

“I’m going to go buy myself dinner. It’s probably time you go back to your dorm. The boys told me yesterday you had a photo shoot early in the morning. Lock the door when you leave.” You walked to the door and put on your shoes before grabbing your keys. You ran down the stairs and headed to the park that a few blocks away to let yourself think without having him there. You found a bench and sat there alone finally allowing the tears that had been collecting stream down your face. You couldn’t believe that he told you that you didn’t trust him. But that wasn’t the case. You didn’t trust her. You didn’t believe that you were good enough to be with someone as great as him.

You sat there alone for about 10 minutes before you heard the voiced that caused your tears calling for you. You didn’t want to face him and let him see that he caused your tears. You just sat there ignoring the worried calls from the man that you loved. As his voice grew closer you felt the tears continue to stream down your face with no intention to hide them.

“______-ah!” you heard him shout as he finally found you. You heard his hurried footsteps come closer to you before he pulled you to your feet and embraced you in a tight hug. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was a jerk and I didn’t mean to make you feel the way you did. You are the most important person in my life. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you. I would’ve never been able to deal with Kris leaving if you hadn’t have been here to take my mind off of it. You remind me every day that even though I’m an idol, I’m a human too. You remind me what it means to love and to be able to care for someone. You give me a reason to keep going and you give me a reason to do my best to make you proud. I love you so much and I took advantage of that. Please don’t cry anymore. It hurts me knowing that I’m the reason you’re crying. I promise to never make you cry again. I love you I’m so sorry.” He rushed everything he had to say because he was worried that I would walk away at any moment. Hearing everything he had to say you knew that he was being sincere even though you couldn’t find the courage to look at him you could hear in his voice the love and the pain from seeing you cry.

You finally found the courage to look at him when you noticed a tear fall from his eye. Right then you knew that you forgave him. You lifted your hand to his cheek and wiped away the tear that fell. He raised his hand to yours that was placed on his cheek and held it there as he leaned into your touch. “I love you.” The only words that could leave your lips as you looked at the man that was your life.

“Never run from me again. I was worried that something happened to you or worse that you left me and you won’t come back. I can’t live without you so please don’t leave me again. I love you.” He whispered in your ear as his held you close in his arms.

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to my exo, who never failed to shine the brightest even in the darkest night, who stood tall amidst everything that has happened, who remained humble and kind even after receiving countless awards, I’m truly thankful for having known you in this life. I have no regrets spending a decade a year with all of you and I’d gladly spend a lifetime more with you all. I love you all, my youth and my home. My loveliest human beings who never failed to make me the happiest. Happy 11th Anniversary, my loves 💖 

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240911 Chanyeol @ KMStation: Online Fansign

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Enchanted | Oneshot

Member - Park Chanyeol.

Words count - 1.7k

Theme - Fluff | Neighbors Au.

8:01 pm

"Sit, I'll be back."

Chanyeol instructed, his eyes looking down at his pet, his puppy Zzar, looking back at him in a sitting position with her puppy eyes toward him to take her along and Chanyeol almost gave in but restrained himself as he cleared his throat, and shook his head. "No, I have to throw out the trash, so stay here and I'll be back quickly."

Zzar stayed still, and Chanyeol understood to smile, his dimple visible over his cheek as he patted her to immediately walk toward the entrance of his house with a trash bag in his hands, and as soon as he opened the front door, a shriek left his lips behind his accelerated heartbeat.

"What the-"

"Don't mind me."

The female sitting on his porch with her back in his sight had uttered, her voice audible but enough for him to hear clearly as Chanyeol tilted his head, a confused look taking over his face. "You," He trailed off, taking a step forward through his front door while taking a peek through the female's face who had her head leaned against the wooden pole with her arms hugging it like a child embracing a bear for a warm hug.

"Yep, it's me, your neighbor." She stated, not even tearing her gaze away from her house which was located just across from his, and Chanyeol frowned, looking down at the figure as he stood by her side. "Okay. Ms. Neighbor, can I ask, what are you doing on my porch?"

"This is kind of embarrassing for me to say," She bit her lower lip, before averting her eyes from her house to tilt her head up toward him as she met his eyes, for a moment they stared at each other, her features displaying under the porch light above them and Chanyeol raised his eyebrows. "Well?"

"You can throw the trash away and don't mind me because I'm not going to barge in your house."

That was all she said, before looking away from him and his forehead creased in amusement, as a sigh left his lips to climb down the three steps while walking past her seated figure toward the end of the street, unknowingly leaving the door opened, and as after a few minutes of his way towards his house, he found his puppy on the lap of his neighbor.

"And you asked me not to mind you after taking my puppy?"

Chanyeol inquired, his eyes intent somehow at the sight, and he saw her flinching as her wide eyes met his calm ones before they turned into narrowed ones. "I didn't take him," She paused, a frown of confusion appearing between her eyebrows behind her bangs on her forehead as her eyes averted to the puppy. "Or her?"

"Zzar." Chanyeol uttered, taking a few steps toward the porch as he stood by it with his hand in his sweatpant pocket. "Her name is Zzar."

A delighted smile graced her lips, beaming under the whitish light like her eyes. "Oh, so her name is Zzar," She trailed off, caressing her head softly to which the puppy leaned into her touch, making the latter giggle. "It's nice to meet you."

Chanyeol stared at them for a moment, just standing there, and looking at his puppy getting along with his neighbor, the neighbor whom he had never interacted with before, only heard or got a glimpse of her by chance, but right now, she was sitting on the porch of his house with his puppy on her lap with her lips moving in a conversation with her.

"You know, you can sit here instead of just staring at us." She said, snapping him out as a sudden heat had rushed up to his ears which had him clear his throat, along with his eyes averting away from her until she said something again. "It's your own house and porch and your puppy-"

"And you?" He cut her off, surprising her and himself as well, at his own uttered words and her eyes blinked a couple of times blankly before her shoulders did a nonchalant shrug. "Your neighbor, I guess?"

"The neighbor you haven't ever noticed before?" He questioned, before taking a seat beside her with a maintained distance, and heard a chuckle from her, a chuckle which had brought his lips into a smile unknowingly as he saw her shaking her head. "No, I know you, Park Chanyeol, the sweetest guy in our neighborhood."

His forehead creased. "Am I called by this name?"

"You didn't know?" A gasp left her lips. "Wow, I thought everyone had been calling you by this name."

"Well," He trailed off, his fingers running through his hair while reaching out to gently caress Zzar as a shy smile graced his lips. "I have heard it but didn't know that it had become a name for me."

"Deserving for a person who always helps out people around." A smile had curved her lips, as she stared at him with a soft gaze before meeting his eyes the next second, and a wave of heat crawled through her chest where he chuckled, "I don't really help though."

"Stop being humble," She squinted her eyes, "You could have kicked me out by now for intruding your property but you're chatting with me," She tilted her head, a knowing look on her face. "If this isn't being a helping person then what would you call it?"

A chuckle left his lips, "I'm not much of a cold-hearted person."

"Hm, you're not, I know."

"But it's weird to me to see you here suddenly." He uttered, a curious expression taking over his face, "I didn't mean to intrude but we've just never talked before, nor even greet each other and I have known you by your title, Ms. Engineer than your actual name."

"A what?" Her eyes widened, and he let out a giggle. "Ms. Engineer, because I have heard you going around complaining about the neighborhood's electricity problems a lot."

"Oh god, that's so embarrassing." A groan left her lips, as a grimace look plastered on her face, and Chanyeol let out a hum, leaning forward as he clasped his hands together while glancing at her. "Well?"

She met his eyes for a moment, to understand his attempted question and a sigh left her lips with an unpleasant sensation rushing through her. "My parents were having a serious fit inside, and I couldn't watch them because they'd ask me who is right and wrong and I wouldn't be able to do it because I don't want to hurt any of them," She trailed off, as she swallowed a lump harshly. "But why won't they think about how hard they are making it for me to watch them fighting? Can't they just let it go for me?"

She paused, blinking a couple of times to meet his eyes, his eyes intent yet patient, somehow soothing her insides and her lips pressed together in a sheepish expression. "So, I wanted to avoid it and your porch seemed to be the only place."

Chanyeol nodded, slowly. "Okay, you can come here whenever you want to avoid it."

A surprise expression took over her. "Seriously?"

"What?"

"That's something unexpected."

"Like what?"

"Like you'd hear a lecture about facing it and all," She paused, giving him a knowing look, and Chanyeol nodded, looking ahead with a sigh. "Of course it's good if you face your problems but you don't always have to face it right at the moment and it's not a bad thing if you're taking time to do it, so avoiding it isn't always a bad thing."

Chanyeol had spoken his words, but not getting a response from her had him tilt his head towards her to meet her intent eyes, a glint of softness behind it as a warmth crept over his ears like a flush. "What?"

She let out a chuckle, shaking her head as she looked down for a moment, "I'll come here then," And met his eyes again. "But without anything to pay you back?"

He frowned. "You don't have to pay me back for it."

"But I would feel bad if I took advantage of the situation like that," She insisted, an expectant expression glinting in her eyes and Chanyeol hummed, pondering before his eyes widened at the idea. "How about you treat me to dinner?"

She blinked, a couple of times before her eyes squinting afterwards. "No ulterior motives?"

Chanyeol's eyes rounded again, as a panic rose in him. "No, no ulterior motives."

"Why not?" A disappointed look plastered on her face along with a downward curve of her lips and Chanyeol stared at her blankly. "What?"

A mischievous grin graced her lips as she caressed the puppy's head again. "I would like it if you had ulterior motives."

Chanyeol stared at her, amused, somehow liking the way it was going before a chuckle left his lips. "Seriously?"

Her head tilted, still a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Come on, who wouldn't like a person who can be a good listener with a sweet personality?"

He hummed, going with the flow. "And what's in for me?"

A moment of ponder had taken over her as she took a moment to think before her eyes lit up. "A chatterbox person who will help you save your electricity."

And Chanyeol couldn't help but laugh, his soft laughter beaming around the silent neighborhood as she stared at him with much amusement to follow suit, a wave of warmth through her as after a hectic moment, she was finally laughing and smiling and forgetting the heart wrenching moment a while ago.

"Can I say that you're flirting with me?" He questioned, leaning back his torso by the support of his both hands either side of his on the wooden floor and she met his eyes, an expectant glint behind them as a smile crept on her lips. "Only if you have some ulterior motives, then yes."

He grinned, his dimple visible beautifully under the light. "Then, I'll say yes."

Both of them stared at each other only to burst into giggles, their eyes smiling behind the shy glint in their eyes.

Somehow, the moment had got them here, their little talks surely had gotten more than just little talks, like that moment maybe had some ulterior motive of its own, or maybe not.

But who knows.

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A/N - Hello, it's been a long time since I'm posting here, and I guess I can post only oneshots as I still can't get access to some tools but still, here you go!

I wrote it after an idea had popped into my head, and I hope you all enjoy and like this oneshot.

Love, Nia💕

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[mikachux3]

[doemi-soo]

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Retrouvailles [P.CY]

(CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THIS PHOTO: howfarms01 in Instagram)

A/N’s NOTE: Please correct me with the assumption that families and relatives are allowed to visit once in a while. This is just my assumption for this one-shot. I've just thought about Chanyeol so much in the military. Thank you so much again to @bookishcatto for proofreading!

Retrouvailles (French): This is the specific type of happiness you feel after seeing somebody for the first time after a long period of absence. --- (Millstein, S. (June 12, 2014). Relationship Words You Wish Existed In English. Retrieved from https://www.bustle.com/articles/26798-words-about-relationships-that-dont-exist-in-english-because-it-was-koi-no-yokan)

Genre: Fluff, Military!AU

Ratings and Warnings: None

Characters: Park Chanyeol X Female!Reader ft. Sehun

Word Count: 1,357

Date of Publication: 08-10-2021

“Noona?”

The voice made your senses break free from the whirlpool of emotions and unwavering mental picture of what was about to come. A swarm of people buzzing around here and there was almost a driving force for you to contemplate on whether visiting was an acceptable design or resulted in a hindrance. The swaying motion of the crowd felt like it was a messy symphony with someone invisible conducting how to move against your nature. If it weren’t for the grip of arms around you, the wave might consume you.

“Noona?”

The thumping of the ears almost covered the sound of the one calling you, but a firm squeeze against your shoulder brought you back to the ground. Twisting your head, a surprised expression was painted on your face at the young man whose eyebrows scrunched in a fashionably amusing way. Your look of bewilderment was now replaced with a hint of a laughing illustration. He aided you in making sure you were not hurt, continuing to wrap his arms around you.

“Sorry, Sehun-ie,” you muttered. “There’s a lot of people today.”

The lad nodded. “I know, but don’t worry, noona. We’ll find hyung.”

A faint chuckle escaped your lips. In a scene such as the one presented before them, one would be easily lost and entangled among limbs and legs. However, in your case, you need not have to have hardships in finding whom you sough to seek.

For he was a giraffe.

And to stand out he did.

“Hyung!” a booming shout came from Sehun as he raised his arms in the air and took to action upon seeing the taller man. You were half-dragged, half-pushed by Sehun like a tired-out train as he became your representative, handing out little apologies as the two of you were getting closer and closer.

It seems as if time had stopped for you, once you were now face-to-face with your sweetheart, whose ears adoringly slightly perked up and were dusted in pink at the sight of you. The two of you stood there, basking in the warmth and presence of one another as your hands slowly slid into his, with your fingers intertwining.

But before you could utter a word, you were dragged away, leaving Sehun in a jolt of surprise. The poor maknae had to begin to shove his shoulders again as he fought for his way amongst the crowd.

On the other hand, your hands were kept intact to Chanyeol as he whisked you away from the flock like a shadow that was almost unseen if it weren’t for his height.

“Wait!” you exclaimed. “Sehun!”

“We’ll meet him later, love,” Chanyeol turned his head and looked right back at you. “Let’s go somewhere less invasive.”

You didn’t press any further as the two of you half-ran, half-walked like two star-crossed lovers escaping. Their feet stroked against the ground, leaving trails of dust and smoke. Earlier, your thoughts of meeting him were simple but formal; the idea of walled offices and talking to him through a glass felt like it was instead a prison cell as compared to an actual military base.

This was far from what you had in mind.

You had almost drawn back in the sudden movement of Chanyeol running far and fast yet the more the sight of the crowd became like that of a colony of ants, the more you have felt relieved of the prospect. The wind tickled your neck and cheeks as if you felt it dance around your long crown of hair as if it was playing.

Running with him felt vigorous, alive, and joyful, feeling your power of wanting to leave whenever you wanted to. Running felt like escaping the buzzing life once in a while and freeing yourself to break into the open. More so, running felt like not going away from home, but towards him.

Your home. Him.

With heaving chests and ragged breaths, you felt the signal of Chanyeol’s gesture slow down as his legs were slightly parting away from the earlier spirited direction. You soon followed after, taking little halts like a car pausing and lurking forward until the two of you were finally put to a red light. Both your bodies, your hearts, and your soul weary as if the both of you had run a marathon. The lack of breath was felt amid sappiness and inaction.

You were ready to reprimand Chanyeol and maybe even knock heads with him. Even so, before you could hastily lift your head and sputter colorful words, he grabbed you by the waist as he tenderly cups your cheek like a baby while tilting his head to the side upon meeting and pressing his lips against yours.

Your eyes were wide open at the sudden contact but you couldn’t ignore the knot forming in your stomach as he pressed deeper, asking for entrance. You slightly opened your mouth and dutifully closed your eyes as the both of you tasted each other. It was rough at first like trying to win a battle but withdrew in a sensual one, intoxicating and flavorsome like candy, lying in the closeness and unity of one another. You felt your cheeks heat up at the determination of Chanyeol as your tongues toyed, and you couldn’t blame him for he was a man starved of your affections for a very long time.

And you were his canvas that he would like to paint all over and over again once his opportunity rises.

The two of you gently parted, asking for more air. You stared at his dark irises, sinking in the details of his face; he was now a man having to face the harsh realities of being conscripted, with streaks of the sun-kissed on his face from probably hours and hours of daylight training. He was a soldier signing as a protector and a fighter, realizing what he had to sacrifice in exchange.

A life for a nation, for his family, and his love.

You raised your hands, brushing your fingertips at his face, memorizing it like relishing a pen against paper, letting the words fall into place to make your love story possible. He encircled his own hands against yours, covering them and planting faint pecks upon them. Chanyeol looked at you with so much endearment that the two of you wished the day would not go down and make you leave in his arms.

But you suddenly remembered Sehun. Recalling how the two of you left him. You came to your senses and immediately broke free from his grasp and delivering a stinging hit to his arm, making him yelp and leap a few steps backward.

“Ow!” he exclaimed as he slightly glared at you, with the disbelief he had to receive this kind of treatment. “What?!”

“Asshole,” you gave him an unimpressed emotion. “Run? Really?”

“I just want…to get you alone,” Chanyeol foolishly grinned as he had one eyebrow raised. You snorted at his reference to Baekhyun's song.

“And leave the poor baby alone?” you rubbed the point where he took the smack in his arm, feeling a little bit guilty.

“Sehun is a big boy now,” he chuckled as he rounds his arms around you and gave a light kiss on your mouth. “You do well humor me, my love. For the agenda today, you must tell me of how life has been for you.”

You frowned at Chanyeol as if he'd grown another head. "But didn't I tell you already in my letters?"

“The letters will never be enough how much I want to hear from you. Those are only pieces of you, and I want to hold the very author of those printings and hear from her directly.”

A faint blush crept on your cheeks, to which Chanyeol made a booming laugh, the sound igniting your inner being like the way spring has bloomed into full color. He smooched your cheeks with affection and enveloped you in his arms.

"Fine, but you should do the same. Your letters may belong, but I presume you have more stories to tell."

“Always.”

“Whatever, Park.”

“Haha. Nado saranghae.”