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archernarbeta · 2 years ago

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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eomayas · 2 years ago

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TOXIC CHANYEOL FF PLEASE

thanks for the req!🩷 this is not the end of toxic chanyeol on my page!!! i made it a lil smutty, hope you like it!

back 2 u • pcy [req]

pairing: toxic!chanyeol x f reader, established relationship

synopsis: chanyeol is a fuckboy and reader can’t seem to stay away

genre: angst, slight smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: swearing, manipulation, mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, reader doesn’t like sehun, reader and chanyeol don’t belong together, reader is mentioned to be a bit toxic herself! mentions of baekhyun, sehun, and kyungsoo.

all it took was one video taken from a fucked up angle, exposing everything that you never, ever wanted to see in your life, to you. it was so hard to miss, his dumb face smiling at the dumb girl sitting on his lap. you’re rarely ever grateful for sehun, that bastard, but god were you grateful for his stupidity and lack of awareness right now. because of him, you’re speeding down the freeway, on your way to a club to get you boyfriend in check, all thanks to his idiot friend posting a video of him at a club with the location attached. it was so easy, it almost felt like bait.

you practically whip your car into a group of people waiting to cross the street, but you couldn’t care less. you hop out of the car, severely underdressed for the club in a pair of black jeans, a black crop top, and black boots. but again, you couldn’t care less. the only thing on your mind was knocking some sense into your boyfriend and his best friend, in more ways than one.

storming up to the front of the line, you ignore the protests from the people behind you as you cut. you’ve never paid to get into a club, but there’s a first time for everything because you slap two 20s into the bouncers hand, and then you’re walking through a too-packed club.

you push your way through bodies, unsure of where you’re really going but knowing that you’ll find him regardless. it was so like sehun to expose chanyeol like that, whether he meant to or not. it’s not even the first time, either. last time he did it, it exposed that chanyeol lied about where he was going (strip club), and the time before that he exposed that chanyeol was hanging around other women when he specifically told you that there wasn’t going to be women around. of course, you knew he was lying each time, but to find out from that idiot sehun made everything worse.

your head swivels around as you push through the bodies, searching for an overly tall head, or an overly loud laugh to catch your attention, but the darkness and the strobe lights make it more difficult for you to see anybody or anything.

you practically make it to the end of the club, still not finding chanyeol. you stop for a moment and lean against the wall, fishing your phone out of your back pocket and dialing chanyeols number. your eyes scan the club as you listen to the phone ring; the chances of him answering are 50/50, but he knows exactly how you get when he goes out and doesn’t answer your calls or texts, so it would definitely be in his best interest to answer his phone.

like clockwork, though, he doesn’t. you scoff and go to call him again, but the spotting of baekhyun from across the way has your finger hovering in mid air and your feet power walking themselves over to him. “baekhyun!” you shout loudly, making a few people turn around, including the man himself.

when he sees you, he smiles, but his face quickly morphs into.. something else; a bit of panic. “y/n! what are you doing here?” he asks, pulling you in for a hug that you don’t reciprocate. out of all of chanyeols friends, though, you hated baekhyun and kyungsoo the least, but you still didn’t particularly like them.

“where’s chanyeol?” you ask, ignoring his question. baekhyun brings his hand up to his hair, and you know he’s about to lie. “don’t even fucking lie for him either, baekhyun. where is he?” his eyes dart around the club and you squint up at him, frustrated with the entire situation and just tired of it all. dealing with chanyeol is like an awful game of tennis that refuses to end. you’re both tied, but sometimes the score is 30-15, and nobody ever wins. it’s like cat and mouse, but a more demented version.

“uhh… if i tell you, do you promise to not cause a scene?” he asks.

“no. where is he?” you ask, grabbing onto his arm. he looks down at your hand that grips his forearm tightly, shocked at the strength of you. you see the surrender in his eyes and almost want to smiles, but you don’t.

baekhyun sighs. “fine. he’s back there, in the lounge. don’t get yourself arrested, alright? it’s summer,” he says, but you’re already taking off in the direction he pointed in. you beeline through people, shoving bodies harder than necessary but you’re on a mission.

you see chanyeol before you even get to the lounges, and the sight makes all of the air disappear from your lungs. a woman with dark hair sits on his lap, one of his legs in between hers. she’s turned around to face him, her face close to his ear, and his arms are wrapped around her middle, his left hand resting on her thigh. chanyeol is a lot of things, but honest isn’t one of them. you know you’ve definitely given him too many chances, but when things are good with him, they’re good; so good it’s like you’re floating on air.

pushing your hurt feelings away, you storm into the lounge area with a fire beneath your feet. you spot a disregarded drink on a table and grab it, walking up to chanyeol and the girl and saying, “what the fuck are you doing?” the drink in your hand cocked back and ready to be thrown.

chanyeol looks startled at your presence, his eyes wide. “y/n?”

“who the fuck are you?” you ask the girl, staring down at her. she looks up at you, and then back at chanyeol.

“is this your girlfriend?” she asks, and the words make your skin boil. he didn’t even have the decency to consider you before he sat down with her.

his hesitation to respond to the girl makes her scoff and get off of him. she gives you a pitying look that makes you feel embarrassed and like crying, and then she’s off. “don’t throw that,” chanyeol says, pointing at the glass in your hand.

“why shouldn’t i, asshole?” you manage to keep the tears out of your eyes by sheer willpower, but you feel like falling to your knees.

“because,” chanyeol says, standing up and ripping the glass out of your hands. he sets it down behind him and reaches for you, and you slap his hands away.

“don’t fucking touch me. i’m sick of you!” you say, stepping away from him.

“y/n, it’s not what it looked like,” he says plainly, like you only walked in on the two of them standing side by side and not her fully sitting on his lap and his hand inching up her skirt. “i don’t even know her.” he says, like it makes it any better.

“fuck you,” you say, turning to leave, drained from the whole situation. you start walking, practically running with how fast you’re moving. chanyeol reaches for you, capturing your wrist in his large hand and pulls you back towards him. “get off of me!” you yell at him, prying his hand off of you. he opens his mouth to say something, but you take off again.

he shouts your name the entire time you’re trying to leave, partly because he knows it’ll irritate you, and because he knows it’ll get your attention. “stop, chanyeol! just stop!” you shout once you get outside in the cold air. you wrap your arms around your midriff and huff out air.

“y/n, just let me explain,” he says, sliding out of his jacket and handing it to you. you look at it and shake your head, making him scoff. “don’t be dumb, y/n, it’s freezing. take it.” he says, and you snatch it out if his hands and slide it over your body.

“there’s nothing to explain! i know what i fucking saw—you can thank your best friend for that by the way,” you say, glaring up at him. chanyeol runs his hand through his hair and mumbles fucking sehun, and you rolls your eyes. “quit associating with dumb ass people, and maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.” but knowing him, and yourself, you’d find a way to be here.

he only licks his lips and looks at you, and you avert your gaze. if you look into those big, brown eyes that can make you melt with just one look, you’re screwed. “can you just let me explain myself?” he asks. the nerve.

you scoff. “if you’re going to justify you cheating on me, just save it,” you say, shaking your head. you glance around outside and notice that you’ve gained a small audience of the club goers. this is probably what baekhyun was talking about.

“woah, i didn’t cheat on you, let’s get that clear,” he says, a frown on his face. you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time, and put your hands in the pocket of his jacket.

“mhm. well, i’m over this, and you,” you say, turning around to leave. you hear his footsteps behind you, and try not to start running.

when you get to your car, you open the door but his hand stops you. “chanyeol, move. i’m serious,” you say, looking up at him. you bite the inside of your cheek as you try not to get lost in the look he’s giving you.

he moves, because he knows he’s got you still. all it takes is one look (and good pipe) to get you right back underneath him, where he likes you most.

you drive off, leaving chanyeol standing there, feeling proud of himself because if he didn’t have a reason to pull up on you unannounced tomorrow, you have his jacket.

you wake up bleary eyed, and a little disoriented. your back hurts from sleeping on your couch, and your legs feel stiff from sleeping in your jeans. an empty wineglass and half-empty bottle sit on the coffee table before you, and you move to clean up with a yawn.

after picking up the living room, you change out of last nights clothes and into a pair of shorts and a big tshirt. when you go to throw you clothes in the hamper, you see a pair of chanyeols boxers, and bite your bottom lip. you’re sure you’re done with him, but you don’t know if that was made clear last night. you consider calling him to tell him that it’s over, but that he’ll only see that as an invitation for him to come over and ‘change your mind’.

sighing, you toss your dirty clothes on top and pick up around your room, forcing your brain to not give a shit that a lot of the items in here are his. you don’t live together, luckily, but of course you both have things at each others houses. you just wish he didn’t have so much.

a knock on your front door makes you pause. you aren’t expecting anybody, but you have a gut feeling that you already know who it is. so you take your time answering, making your bed and tossing more dirty laundry into the basket. you fold your throw blanket, and even consider vacuuming, until insistent knocks start pounding against your door.

you rolls your eyes and slip into your slippers, and walk down the hall to your front door. you don’t bother checking, because only one person could be so annoying at 10 in the morning.

but you probably should have checked before, because when you pull the door open and see chanyeol standing there in a pair of gray sweats, a matching hoodie, jordans, and a backwarss cap, holding a bouquet of pink roses, you feel like sliding to the floor. he leans against the door frame in only a way that tall men can make look lazy in sexy way, and that makes you want to slam the door in his face. “good morning,” he says, his voice raspy like this is the first time he’s talked since waking up.

you only stare at him, an irritated look on his face, but your heartbeat is saying something different. “what do you want?”

he extends the flowers to you, which you take with a forced act of “i don’t give a fuck”-ness. “i want my jacket back. and to apologize,” he says, putting his hands in his sweat pockets.

“you could start with the apology, and then get all of your shit,” you say to him. a flash of disappointment crosses his face, but he quickly composes himself.

“y/n, i’m sorry about last night, and that i did what i did with that girl. you know i don’t ever want to hurt you, but i did, and i’m sorry that i caused you pain. you don’t have to forgive me right now, but i hope that you consider,” he says. you just stare at him blankly, wanting him out of your presence.

“get your shit,” is all you say before walking away to put the flowers in some water. and maybe you swing your hips a little bit because you know that he’s watching, but who can really say?

he goes down the hall to your room while you cut the ends of the flowers and find a vase to put them in. you then set them in the center of your dining room table. you glance down the hall and see chanyeol digging through the drawer that you let him have, and walk down to your room.

you stand in the doorway and watch him, to make sure that he gets everything out. he glances back at you when he feels your gaze on him. “are you just gonna stand there?” he asks.

“until you leave? yes.”

he sighs and straightens up, turning to walk over to you. you tense up as he gets closer, and focus your eyes towards the center of his chest. “y/n”, he says, trying to get you to look at him. you resist. “y/n, baby, i’m sorry. i really am,” he says, bending down to meet your eyes, and you make the mistake of looking at him.

you let out a pathetic sound that’s the cross between a sigh and a whimper, and he smirks at you, his hands coming around your waist. “chanyeol, stop,” you whine, barely putting any effort in getting out of his hold. “you’re such an ass. you keep doing this shit, and i’m tired of it. you say the same thing every single time!”

“i know, baby. and i’m sorry,” he says, burying his face in your neck. there goes that pet name that makes you want to slap him, and die in his arms.

chanyeol kisses your neck and you can’t help but bring your hand to take place in the hair at the nape of his neck. one of his hands moves from your waist to your ass, grabbing the flesh and pulling you closer to him. he gently bites your neck to test the waters, and you yank his hat, pulling him away from your skin to look at him. “stop that,” you say and he puts his hands up in surrender.

you both look at each other, and you make the mistake of flicking your eyes down to his lips. he smirks at you like the devil himself and says, “you can kiss me. i know you want to.”

and so you do, because fuck it. you always knew, in the back of your mind, that you’d both end up here. you always do, whether it’s you apologizing (rare) or him, this is always what happens the next day.

the kiss is messy and full of desire, his hands gripping your ass and yours pulling off his hat and throwing it across your room. you yank at his hair, and he lifts you up with ease and carries you over to your bed, throwing you down. he doesn’t waste any time pushing your shirt up and kissing your stomach before pulling your shorts down, settling in between your legs, the place where you love him the most.

and maybe this is why you always come back, because you know he’s about to give it to you good and eat you like a starved man.

#park chanyeol #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo #exo x reader #exo x you #exo chanyeol #chanyeol #chanyeol smut #chanyeol x you #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol imagine #chanyeol fic #chanyeol angst #pcy #exo pcy

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loeyshandtattoo · 1 year ago

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hindsight | park chanyeol x reader

teaser, be sure to stay tuned for the first chapter!

story: growing up in a lavish lifestyle in the asian elite society living in america's fine city of new york with division among the elites, which are comprised of the upper elites, limited to the asian nobility and the lower elites, comprised of a-list celebrities and businessmen. calista, the daughter of a well-known aristocratic family, stirred up a forbidden affection with the man who happens to be her brother's best friend, a son of a businessman.

post disclaimer: a drenched chanyeol in the rain ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ (i will cry), pregnant reader

Looking back on something so far that one can no longer have regrets had made me go over to that day, that something so special would have changed Desiree’s life forever, the night that can still alter the course of my life and hers. That one night that turns into a regret that, as the years pass, can blossom into a longing of the heart

That evening—it was heavily pouring and the fog against my window made my pointer lean in close to the window surface for me to draw a few figures and shapes, the sounds of the rain muting every noise being made outside my room—what had to draw me back to my attention was when Baekhyun burst into my chambers.

"Cali." He softly spoke and eyed me from head to toe.

I remained silent and looked over at my ankles bound to chains. Seeing all of these, I sobbed and continued to cry as I felt Baekhyun’s arm wrap me around the shoulder and shush me, despite the comfort that he was continually providing from the heat of his palms when Charity entered the room.

"Young Miss, Young Master, forgive me for interrupting, but there seems to be a commotion outside."

Baekhyun studied the look on Charity’s face and asked further, "What’s going on?"

"Sir Park is looking for the Young Miss, and your parents are confronting him, Charity said.

Baekhyun glanced back at me and asked, "Did he cause all of this?"

I can’t be the one to break up the friendship between him and Baekhyun, but I will still choose to remain silent. "Cali! Answer me!" He yelled, his voice resonating in the room, which made Charity and I flinch.

"You for sure know what I am going to do if I don’t know that bastard, Cali." Baekhyun sternly spoke, which caused me to panic and hold his wrist.

I looked over at Charity with pleading eyes, which left me no option but to tell the truth.

"I will, but if I tell you, will you promise me something?"

Baekhyun noticed the restrained ankles. "Byun Calista, what have you done?"

My parents were standing by the front door, and outside our mansion’s door was him, drenched from the heavy pouring of the rain. "Have you noticed, poor boy, that our daughter does not want anything to do with you?" My dad exclaimed as he observed him right out there, although they had not acknowledged my presence yet until my mother looked back and saw me standing behind them and had been observing all along.

"Calista, get back to your room this instant!" She yelled at me.

"No, I will not. I will speak to him myself."

My parents looked at me with those condescending looks, and Baekhyun assured me, "I will be on the lookout." They shook their heads, not sure if my brother was trustworthy enough.

"Whatever it is you have to say, Calista, we should know about this." Mother spoke as she gently grasped my elbow and my father looked at me with those stern eyes.

I sighed and nodded as I walked past my parents, still adjusting to my weak and frail body that secured the weeks-old baby with the lack of nutrition from being house-arrested for nearly a month. My heart clenched at the sight of him on his knees, perhaps with red eyes from crying and wet hair and clothes from the pouring rain. Despite the pity that I have for him, all I wanted to ask was

"What are you doing here?"

He replied with a weak smile, "I had to see you and the baby."

I scoffed and sarcastically smiled, "What makes you so sure that this baby is yours?"

This time, it was time to end things once and for all. Or so I thought.

well, finally a work that has been sitting in my word for months, but i have soooo many pcy x reader prompts that i can post, but most of them are series as well, after posting few chapters i might open the request, but i'm still looking over few guidelines on what writing style i usually follow, so that there is a common ground and write your requests to a satisfactory level. let me know what you all think of this teaser, and how this story might escalate. yours, tongyang<3

#park chanyeol x reader #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol fic #chanyeol angst #chanyeol fluff #exo imagines #exo smut #exo x reader #pcy smut #pcy angst #real pcy #exo baekhyun #baekhyun #baekhyun x reader #exowritersnet #exo writing #kpop fanfic #kpop fic #chanyeol series

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goopeculiar · 2 years ago

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a fool’s errand chanyeol/kyungsoo, NC-17, 26434 words. When star quarterback Park Chanyeol is forcibly enrolled in a pilates class to improve his flexibility, he swears the universe is out to get him. When his instructor turns out to be the most beautiful man he's ever seen... Well, he's fucked. (Or, 5 times Park Chanyeol tries to ask Do Kyungsoo out on a date and makes a fool out of himself instead, and 1 time he doesn't.)

#exo fic rec #stupid pining boys #((this reminds me of that time on exo showtime when they had to do stretches and pcy was Struggling))#((good times ; - ;))

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tinyidle · 1 year ago

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Hi I'm the one that asked if you'd write for blackpink, could I please request a cute and smutty Poly one shot with Chaennie where they surprise reader for their birthday

(Idk why I asked on anon the first time lol I was shy ig)

Happy Birthday, Baby - KJN x YN x PRS/PCY

first of all, im suuuper sorry for taking so long! secondly, i hope you enjoy this fic.

wc: 1.2k

WARNING: smut, fluff, threesome, foreplay, facesitting, tribbing, mention of toy usage but nothing comes from it, dom!jennie, dom!rose, switch!reader, fem reader, all fiction ofc

you weren't the happiest for your birthday, but you were glad that this year you would able to celebrate with your girlfriends. jennie and rose have been with you for a few months, but it felt like you were together for years. life was dull until they came in, and now you find yourself smiling more than once every day-- something that, before meeting them, barely happened during the week.

you came back from work and were surprised with the big "SURPRISE!!" from the two for your favorite girls in the world. they held a lightly ablazed cake with your name on it. "happy birthday!" the exclaimed, smiling and laughing at how you instantly shed tears of joy and appreciation for having two wonderful girls by your side.

you wiped your tears as you laughed along with them before blowing out your candles. as the two cheered and clapped (to the best of rose's ability because she was holding the cake), you watched as jennie went to the kitchen to grab some plates and forks. "thank you, guys, really," you said with full gratitude. "work was great as usual, but you always know how to make my nights better than the last."

"of course," rose said as she put the small heart cake on the coffee table. "we always want to make our special girl feel extra special on her special day."

you giggled as jennie finally came back with the cutlery and napkins. "and what better way to make our special girl feel special than to have her favorite cake and favorite position?" as rose nodded along, agreeing with the words jennie chimed in with, you were confused. position? what does she mean by-

"when you're finished, baby, take off all the clothes you can while we take care of you, okay?" rose's thick accent was laced with something else all-too familiar with you: lust. now all you could think of was wonder what type of position they would put you in that was supposedly your favorite.

while you three were eating your slices of the heart cake, you couldn't help the thumping in your ears from your heart beating out of control. the only thing on your mind weren't necessarily things, but rather your two lovers as they seemed to be eating the cake a lot slower than you wanted. as much as you wished to stuff yourself and them with the rest of your slices, you had to be patient. they planned a special night for you, and you are not going to let impatience ruin it for you.

an hour of slowly eating your slice (as you watched jennie swirl her tongue on the frosting and rose sensually lick the plate to further agitate you), you went upstairs and did what was instructed with you. as quickly as your clothes were off, your eyes were met with the most beautiful sight of your naked girlfriends. each one standing in front of you, as if daring you to look away from the stunning display in front of you. both jennie and rose took your hands and led you to the bed.

"spread your legs for us, baby," jennie told you. the girls smiled as you lay down and spread your legs. both gently kissed you on each cheek as their as hands explored every inch of your body. the love and passion between you three was clearly visible in the expressions on each other.

jennie's mouth went down to kiss along your jawline, sucking a bit on it before reaching your lips, starting a mind-numbing makeout session. as you were busy with your mouth, rose was busy trailing her kisses from your neck down to your nipples. she blew on them, making your visibly shiver, before latching on to them with her tongue and the roof of her mouth. your moans mixed with jennie's turned to whines as rose was giving your breasts the attention they truly deserved.

soon enough you wanted to be fucked, no longer being played with as the two then took turns making your center the wettest its ever been in a while. "please," you begged while breaking away from the kiss as jennie's fingers were rubbing your clit and rose was two knuckles deep. "i want you to fuck me."

"oh?" rose teasingly asked. "which one? my cock or jennie's?" even though they knew that they could both fuck you at the same time, with or without toys, they both knew your favorite position required one person at a time so that you could catch your breath.

"both of you." without asking any questions, although they had a lot at the time, nodded.

"how do you want us?" jennie asked. you motioned that you wanted one woman's cunt on yours while the other's cunt sat on your face. "aren't we supposed to be seeing you though, baby?" you didn't answer, but instead pulled them over the spots your motioned them to with a whine. "okay," jennie obliged, "anything for the special girl on her special day."

with your ass on the edge of the bed and your two best friends sitting above you, jennie began to ride your center while rose rode your face hard. the soft slapping sounds of skin-on-skin was music to your ears as the friction increased from thrusts. your hands found your slightly older lover's breasts while the oldest squeezed and rubbed your nipples. it felt like heaven.

before long, the room was filled with your moans and their groans as jennie's hips were bucking harder than normal, trying to reach that sweet release as well as you and rose. "fuck, im about to cum," you declared through your muffled mouth, causing rose to moan louder as her ass constantly bounced atop of your tongue. "cum for me rosie, jen. pleaseee~"

your request made them both move faster as your mouth started to become numb and your clit being overstimulated. rose came first, shivering as her cum dripped into your awaiting lips. "fuck," she whimpered, shaking her hips a bit before getting off your now drenched face.

jennie came straight after, thrusting forwards one more time before cumming directly on your pelvis, your center now sticky with each other's essence. both girls' orgasms left them panting and breathless. you panted too, barely able to keep your eyes open as you laid there, completely. the three of you just laid there, taking deep breaths before jennie spoke up again. "did you have fun, darling?"

you looked at her with a smile as you hummed. "yeah, i did." jennie gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. you turned to rose. "is this everything you wanted for my birthday?"

the bleached red head bit her lip before running her fingers against your stomach. "we were expecting to fuck you individually. but this was so much better. right jennie?"

jennie nodded. "right. we're just glad we got to celebrate you the way wanted us." both girls wrapped their arms around you and kissed you before kissing each other. then you kissed each woman before sighing in their love.

"happy birthday, baby. we live you so much."

#blackpink smut #rose smut #jennie smut #chaennie smut

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bunnyjunmyeonie · 2 years ago

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Blog Navigation and Fic Recs Masterlist

Note:- All of the works listed below DO NOT belong to me. Credits to the talented authors who wrote them.

Groups:- EXO

Kim Junmyeon / Suho

The Book Of The Dead By @marshmallow-phd

Case File 01 By @xiubaek-13

Not Without Her (Series, Smut) By @myeoning-call

Drabbe Prompt By @decantingstxrs

Kinktober Day 31, Junmyeon (Smut) by @itstheoneshot

Hard Enough (Freinds to lovers, suggestive) by @writemekpop

Snowed Up (Smut) By @bluenereid

Day After Day By @chaecchi

Doctor's Orders (M) by @prettywordsyouleft

Junmyeon Smut By @bluenereid

A Pleasant Way To Beat Boredom, a Junmyeon Drabble by @seawitch62

One Week

Junmyeon Drabble By @kpop---scenarios

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Junmyeon Request Prompt (Smut)By @yeoldontknow

The Pact by @gamerwoo

Stranded By @noona-clock

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Junmyeon Request prompt By @biaswreckingfics

Junmyeon Request Prompt By @biaswreckingfics

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Replay (Smut, Mature Themes) By @yeoldontknow

Park Chanyeol

The Greatest Gift (Smut) By @wonderlustlucas

Business favours (Smut) By @itschanyeolfic-blog

Free Spirits (Series, Smut) By @exoheadspace

Police Officer AU (Smut) by @seungcheolsthighsss

Dating Park Chanyeol Headcannon By @you-can-be-the-moonlight

Chanyeol Prompt by @lustbile

Bitten By a Spider (Smut) by @byunbhyunz

Oh Sehun

Do Kyungsoo

Chen / Kim Jongdae

Providence (Fake Boyfriend! Chen, a little smut) By @xiubaek-13

Tinted Lips AU (Series, Smut) by @myeoning-call

Kai / Kim Jongin

If Only By @iridescentxstars

Brat By @sinnerforexo

Byun Baekhyun

Let Me In By @xiubaek-13

Heartless By @soujougeurilla

Blindly In Love by @myeoning-call

Xiumin / Kim Minseok

Case File 99 By @xiubaek-13

Far, Far Away by @mrkswrld

Lay / Zhang Yixing

Lu Han

So Handsome (Implied Smut) by @xiubaek-13

Masterlist Posts Of Other Fic Writers:-

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Masterlist Of @oh-beyond aka @myeoning-call

Reading List Of @baekxytocin (Baekhyun fics)

Masterlist Of @byunstation

Masterlist Of @iibonniee

Turn Masterlist (BBH, KJM, KJI, PCY) by @kpop---scenarios

KJM and ZYX by @bluenereid

Kinktober Masterlist Of @mint-yooxgi

Masterlist of @chanyeolsbiggestfangirl

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blorbocedes · 10 months ago

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which is your exo otp?

god. extremely difficult question. I love chansoo and baeksoo -- in fact maybe my favourite fic ever from that time is my chanbaeksoo thesis. I remember writing it on a rooftop cafe at sunset while having zico's any song on repeat 🥹 wow 4 years ago 🥹 where does the time go..... maaaaaybe chansoo wins because of the size difference and how much of a loser pcy is who adores ksoo

love variations of ot4 chinguline where ksoo is heavily featured, loved sehun centric ships EXCEPT hunhan... I was a taohun truther. exo had such amazing fics on livejournal and I genuinely believe Wolf is why omegaverse is so big in kpop rpf

#exo ships #blorbocedes ask

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theboytatu · 1 year ago

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exo ask game : 1,2,5,6,7,8,11,13 14,18,30,34,35,,36,48,50

….u did say send a lot of number 🫣🫣

😭😭😭 thanks...

1. bias and why?

chanyeol and baekhyun because god wanted to play a bad joke on me by lumping me in with the most deranged type of people on exoplanet.... (and NO i don't ship chanbaek)

2. favorite line? (beagle line, maknae line, etc.)

chingu line forever and ever baby 🥰🥰🫶🫶 it's literally my biases + bias wreckers together

5. which exo member would you love to be best friends with?

ngl i feel like sehun and me would be very compatible like they say there's not a stronger bond than a hag and her fag

6. which exo member would you love to date?

obviously pcy since i'm actually delusional about him like sorry i just genuinely think he'd be a great boyfriend

7. which exo member do you think you’d actually dislike if you knew them in real life?

LMFAO this is such a funny question. based on nothing but my gut feeling definitely kai since he already drives me nuts sometimes. also probably minseok and/or junmyeon(?) idk i think we're just very different personality wise

8. which exo member is most like you?

baekhyun 100%. sorry

11. which exo album is your least favorite?

already answered hehe

13. describe your bias in three emojis

💪👂🍒

😈👄🐶

14. what song got you into exo?

oh god i don't even actually remember. like i'm drawing a blank here all i know is i got introduced to them through superm but i don't have a specific song that got me sucked in.. i guess i was floored when i watched the live acoustic set of lady luck so maybe that

18. studio albums or winter albums?

studio albums!

30. favorite vocalist?

jongdae 🫶

34. do you read exo fic? if yes, rec some works and some writers!

not really. i tried to but i swear no one actually knows who these men are the ao3 stuff i've browsed is just a bunch of fanon and government assigned personas

35. do you ship? name your ships if yes!

lmfao. xiubaek and chansoo are my faves. oh also i guess seho (and fuck kaisoo and chanbaek!!!!)

36. what would you tell your bias if you met them?

i don't ever wanna think about that like i'd be happy to see them in concert but omg i don't wanna meet them or talk to them.... never ever meet your favorite celebrities

that being said obviously if that happened i'd go with the "im your biggest fan" and thank them for the music they make. probably say "fuck SM we're still rooting for you!!" and that's it hdkdjkd

48. how does exo rank in comparison to other groups you like?

favorite group of all time forever like those men are my #1 boy

50. favorite title track?

tough tie between call me baby and tempo

#asks

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byunbaekhyunie · 1 year ago

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14, 24, 43 and 34 for the exo ask thing!

-sunflowerchen 🌻 (wont let me send an ask from my sideblog lol)

14. what song got you into exo? answered + set :3

24. is your bias the same one as when you first starting listening to exo? if no, who was it before and why did it change? so in the very beginning, jongdae was my bias and pcy and bbh were the wreckers, that was based off of looks exclusively then i started watching their content and getting a sense of their personalities and very quickly baekhyun... he uhm.. instated himself, like in the span of a few months basically and he's been the uoat (ult of all time) since then (ᵕ—ᴗ—) but i wouldn't say i have any biases in exo anymore. i love all of them equally, so much, they're all my favorites

43. favorite exo concept? i'll make a gifset for that one so no spoilers hehe

34. do you read exo fic? i do not :)

exo themed asks

#thank you for the ask !#finn-shitposts #courriel

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cxsmicmyeon · 1 year ago

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hello miss starry!!! <3

for the fic title ask game, here are mine that come from two of my favourite poems by sylvia plath: 'conversation among the ruins' and 'a lesson in vengeance'. no pressure at all if you want to do just one of the two, or even none bc they're kinda vague and weird! lol

ily <3 - dia

hello dia!! btw i suck at reading poetry so if this isnt wholly relevant to the poem i apologize!

conversation among the ruins ; ghost! pcy x reader genre: supernatural, fluff? angst?

you had just moved into a cottage in the middle of the woods. worried friends and family urged you not to go; the woods were haunted they said. you would get a ghost, they said. but considering the cottage was the only place you could afford (but telling them you loved the woods), you moved nonetheless. you didn't want to admit they were right when you noticed strange things being left on your doorstep. vowing to seek who was doing this, you had come to a shock when a handsome ghostly figure stood by your door with a peacock in his arms and a sheepish grin on his face.

#fic title game #asks #friend asks!

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butt-lore · 4 years ago

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One of y’all tell me. Is my story satisfied edited at all? I have two whole versions of this story as it started out a Tae fic and it progressed to Yeol almost immediately. Actually I have three. One that’s Tae, one that’s posted here I hope, and one that is a grotesque mixture of the two. Like BAD BAD mixture. I always wanna check and read it but I know I’ll delete it if I read it. I tend to edit four days after then post, but sometimes I do not post the correct versions 😭😭😭 I had to delete a dongjun fic awhile back and haven’t gotten back to editing the mistakes (writing for another ship and changing it is my worst habit)

Mmmm new fics aren’t abundant I’m working on a commission like project rn and school keep all my braincells so sorry if you’re waiting on more writing. I have an that dongjun one I will eventually repost, that got like two notes so I’m very sorry to those two (?) people 😭

#personal #text post #my fics #satisfied #pcy fic #also thank you for the notes????#I didn’t expect it to be popular?

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changseobbing-blog · 7 years ago

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Drabble Game - Your Idiot

“You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.“

Exo Fanfic

Chanyeol x Reader

Fluff

Word Count: 970

You were in the middle of writing some lyrics - scratch that, in the middle of procrastinating writing some lyrics when the world suddenly went dark.

Warm hands had reached around and covered your eyes. “Guess who” a deep voice sing-whispered into your ear causing you to laugh. You knew who it was. You knew from the moment you smelled his cologne and heard him practically stumble into the room but sure, you’d play his game.

“Uhhhh, is it Brad Pitt?” you asked coyly, laughing as you heard him huff dejectedly behind you and the light of the room flooded back. You glanced over your shoulder to see him stood in front of you with his arms crossed and his brow raised.

“Oh! Chanyeol, it’s you?” you feigned surprise with a hint of sarcasm. “Never would have guessed.”

He shot you a glare as he shrugged off his oversized parka and smoothed a hand through his recently dyed silver locks to fluff them back into place from the wind outside. God, he was cute.

“So, what brings you to my office?” you smiled up at him.

Chanyeol pulled out the chair opposite to you and flopped down. He looked at you like you were crazy “I asked you to meet me here..and since when is Costa your office?” he asked incredulously.

He had a point, he had instant messaged you with the promise of free lunch.

“The world is a lyricists office!” you exclaimed as you waved your pen at him which caused him to chuckle his deep throaty laugh.

You had liked Park Chanyeol for the longest time and you knew he liked you back. The problem was he refused to admit that. He had pretty much confessed his crush on you to everyone at the record label you both worked at, everyone except you.

You had tried to ask him out, it was a few months back when you had first heard about his feelings. He never even gave you an answer and instead had walked straight out of the room. It bruised your ego until a coworker had told you that your forwardness had flustered him so much his ears had turned bright red.

You never spoke about it after that, but today you were determined to change your situation.

Things were different now and you were friends, but it frustrated you to be around him because flustered you just as much. You were never one to not be upfront about your feelings so it boggled your mind that he was sat opposite you and in denial.

“Are you spacing out?” he asked nudging your shoulder to snap you back to the present.

“Sorry” you mumble embarrassedly.

Chanyeol leaned his elbow on the table to rest his chin on top of his palm. He stared at you, his dark chocolate eyes piercing the depth of your soul as you stared back, it looked like he was deep in thought.

“I don’t want to be friends anymore” he finally announced his expression unreadable.

Now you were very confused. It stung even as those words slipped from his beautiful mouth. Why didn’t he want to be your friend? Had you done something wrong? You decided to find out.

“Why?” the pain evident in your voice as your brows drooped down in disappointment and hurt.

“Oh shit, that’s not what I meant…” he blurted out “that came out all wrong”.

He was sat upright now, tugging at the cuffs of his oversized sweater and eyes wide in panic.

“What I meant was…” he trailed off and ran a hand through his hair frustratedly, you were even more confused now.

“Just spit it out Chanyeol! If you want me to leave you alone then just man up and say it” you snap irritated that he couldn’t even tell you he doesn't like you properly.

“If that’s all you came to say?” you pushed as you hid any further emotion. You grabbed your stuff to leave as fast as possible.

You felt humiliated.

“Wait!” A hand grasped out for your wrist to stop you from moving from the table. You gathered your strength and looked back at him. His ears were red.

“Yourereallycuteanditsruiningmylifeandsdkd…..“ you strained to hear his words as he mumbled lowly, his eyes were fixed on his own hand as it grasped your wrist.

“What are you saying?” you demanded, growing more impatient and annoyed.

“You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time!” he yelled out this time, startled people turned to watch the spectacle as it unfolded.

Oh. That was unexpected.

Your legs gave out as you sat back on your seat in shock. Chanyeol released your wrist. You hear him take a deep breath and then he laced his fingers with yours.

You tried to find a comeback or response but you're speechless. You hadn’t expected him to confess like that, or at all.

“Soooo” Chanyeol mumbled with a bashful smile, the tips of his ears were still tinged pink and you remembered this only happened when he’s flustered.

“Park Chanyeol...you’re unbelievable” you sighed, “I thought that maybe you’d changed your mind about me”

He looked up surprised “You mean you knew that I liked you?”

“I ASKED YOU OUT FIRST, DUMMY” you gasped outraged. He nodded his head slowly, one hand held up in defence while the other was still laced with yours.

“I’m sorry... I’m an idiot. Can we start over...how about a lunch date?”

His eyes were filled with emotion.

Embarrassment, hope, playfulness and something else you couldn’t quite figure out.

What you did know was that he was now your idiot.

Milestone Drabble Challenge

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theluckyyyoneee · 2 years ago

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antipode | pcy

pairing: park chanyeol x reader

contents: high school!au, soccerplayer!chanyeol with like 1% actual inclusion of the sport, lots of inner turmoil, sad!chanyeol to happy!chanyeol, smooching, fluFF, yn gets hit with another soccer ball oof lmao

word count: 10,4k

summary: AlternateUniverseAU! When the guy you hate—and who you’re certain hates you—becomes your boyfriend after you swore he kicked a soccer ball at your head.

part 01 / part 02 / part 03:finale

“No, I really—”

“Oh come on, just try it!”

“No, I don’t think...”

Placing the guitar in your hesitant hands, you sighed in defeat at the look of pleading Chanyeol sent you, his pout changing in an instant to a smile of victory. He gingerly sat you down, then began directing your hands to the proper placements, a look of concentration as he attempted to fix the stiff joints in your fingers.

The more time you spent with this man, the less you were finding yourself able to defend yourself against any wishes he had. Whether it was going out shopping, to the movies, restaurants, random drives along the town, arcades, or in this case; impromptu guitar lessons.

Apparently you’d been receiving guitar lessons from Chanyeol for a few months now, and he was convinced that you two had practiced enough that maybe muscle memory would kick in and it could maybe trigger a long lost memory of some sort, or be able to play a short tune.

Which, yeah, it might’ve worked if it was you who had been receiving the lessons. But you weren’t.

Little did he know you weren’t the Y/n he knew and you were one hundred percent sure that this was going to go very badly considering you knew absolutely nothing about the guitar, just looking at the instrument filled you with tremendous anxiety and impending doom, not wanting to accidentally damage it with your inherent clumsiness.

Not that going to his house and meeting his parents for the first time didn’t twist your stomach into knots, either.

Chanyeol had mentioned when he’d first informed you of the guitar lessons that his parents really wanted to see you again, and that they wouldn’t stop bugging him about it, if you wanted to meet them, to which you agreed without much mulling over.

You didn’t see why not, even though you felt the nervousness build in the pit of your stomach at the mere thought of it. If you and him were going to spending a lot more time together, it was only right to meet his parents... ‘again’.

It was a bit intimidating walking up the porch steps to his impressive looking house, barely having set your feet inside and started to look around the room in wonderment for a tiny fraction of a second before you were suddenly being engulfed in a tight embrace.

“Y/n! We missed you so much, how are you doing now, dear? Are you feeling okay, you wanna sit down?” A comforting warmth enveloped you and felt yourself instantly and subconsciously relaxing entirely. “Are you sure you’re okay, honey? Remember, try to take it easy—”

She was cut off and pulled away from the heartening (she was highkey suffocating you) hug she’d cocooned you into by who had to be Chanyeol’s dad. “You’re gonna scare her away, relax a little.” He laughed charmingly to his wife, a mild expression of embarrassment graced her features as she gave you some space.

“Oh, I’m fine, please don’t worry. I appreciate the heartfelt welcome, I was a little nervous so it made me feel better,” you awkwardly got out, suddenly very shy with all the attention on you.

“Oh, you’re still so cute—”

Chanyeol quickly moved you to stand in front of him by the stairs, cutting his mother off in her move to gather you into what you guessed would be another smothering hug. “Alright, we’re gonna go upstairs now, you guys can talk to her another day, let’s not overwhelm her. I’ll leave the door wide open, don’t worry,” his voice was notably more hushed for the last thing he got out at the subtle look his mom sent his way.

Relief flooded you, you weren’t completely sure you could handle being alone in an enclosed space with him just yet. You sent an agreeing nod at his words, placing a polite smile on your face as you sneaked a glance at his face, daring you to think he was a little... embarrassed?

He was pushing you lightly up the stairs in front of you the next possible second, always making sure his eyes were averted away from you and to maintain a respectable distance your bodies. A soft smile came to your lips as you noticed this fact, his parents murmuring to each other with hidden smiles look how cute they are, glad that their son seemed to be happier lately and knowing just who was the reason for that.

The two of you rounded the stairs where he just as quickly took his hands off your shoulders, looking at you with an apologetic smile. “Sorry if my mom scared you, it’s just—you two were really close and she just misses you, I think. And, the—” Chanyeol paused to clear his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked elsewhere, “the keeping the door open is one of my mom’s rules.”

He gestured to the closest room to you with pink cheeks. “Um, this is my room. I cleaned before you came over, I promise—and I’ll keep this open the whole time, okay?” He pushed the door completely open, but he made no further move, as if waiting for your permission.

“Thanks.” You shyly smiled up at him as you passed, silently examining the room you had just stepped into. It was very... him. You didn’t know why, but it felt like him. To the cool color of his bedding, the amount of soccer items adorning the room, medals adorning the walls. It made you smile at the strangely soothing scene in front of you. “It looks cozy.”

The words had slipped right out of your mouth on their own, not realizing until it was already too late. Silence surrounded the two of you and you graciously accepted his invitation to sit on the bed, turning around to grab something. Your heart raced in your chest as you tried to calm yourself down and willed yourself to act normal.

Back to the present, Chanyeol was still knelt in front of you as he finished the finger placements. Once he was satisfied, he hummed as a grin popped on his face, stepping away to stand in front of you.

“Alright, now try and see if you remember how to play an A Chord.” He reached for something behind him on his nightstand by his bed and turned around again, placing a plain dark blue pick in your hand.

“How would I even—” your attempt to dismiss this whole thing falters as you catch the hopeful glint in his eyes and took note of his feet that he had been shuffling back and forth in what seemed a nervous habit. He was peeking down down at you from under his hair as he chewed on the nail of his thumb. “Okay, let’s see...”

You were becoming a total softie for Chanyeol and it wasn’t something you knew how to stop.

You had no idea what chord he was talking about, and you had no idea where you were supposed to place your fingers on the coarse strings, but you shrugged and slowly placed them in a way that felt most natural to you and ran the pick softly along the strings, the resulting sound not at all an appealing one. Somehow you applied too much force and the pick ran down the strings very roughly, both of you cringing away at the sound, looking at him apologetically for possibly damaging his instrument.

“No, huh?”

“No,” he sighed, his shoulders slumping forward from their tense lock that he had them in. His face which was somewhat a mix between hopeful and expectant also fell, but he masked it quickly. A carefree smile adorned his lips as he shrugged off the weird mood that had rose between the two of you, coming to plop himself down right next to you. “It’s okay, you can learn everything again. No worries.”

“Wow, lucky me.” You joked, nudging him with your shoulder in a way to lighten up the mood, relieved when his grin turned more genuine, his eyes softening as the two of you stared at each other, your once calm heart began to pick up pace the longer you looked at him.

It was when you looked away and saw a picture of you and Chanyeol, framed, on his nightstand. Well, the other you. The original you.

You startled when you felt his fingers on yours, glancing down to see him rearranging your fingers into what you assumed was the correct placement for the A Chord, his lips forming words but you couldn’t hear him, your mind becoming the tiniest bit fuzzy as you were enveloped more in his warm embrace and the starting to become familiar scent of his cologne.

“You probably don’t remember, but the first time you came to my house, you...”

It was at times like these where you felt yourself feeling sorry for the man who was determined to keep you by his side. Feeling sorry that he was left to remember all these treasured memories alone.

You would study the wide and nostalgic smile that would appear on his face when he told you story after story of your many adventures and experiences the two of you embarked together. That smile would always vanish whenever he returned to the present and see you staring at him with a guilty expression that had in some way found its way to your face.

“Don’t feel sorry.” He would always respond to your remorseful apologies, gracing you with an ever kind and patient smile. But him smiling at you like that only made your mood worsen even more, knowing the only reason he was so understanding and sanguine was because he fully believed you were the woman he fell in love with, the woman he so desperately wanted back.

But you weren’t.

It was obvious from the countless tales you heard and watched him fawn over.

The Y/n in this universe was much more outgoing, brave and endearing than you ever considered yourself to be, people worried about her to an extent you really didn’t understand.

No matter how much you wished you were the person he fell in love with, the person that held his heart—that wish only growing stronger each day you spent with this charming and lovable human being—you could never be her.

You feared you wouldn’t be able to live up to his expectations.

Strange to think you’d ever be jealous of another version of yourself.

Chanyeol was a good teacher, he made you feel at ease as you fumbled and struggled to make a pretty sound out of the wooded instrument, reassuring you whenever you would retreat into yourself and hyping you up when you actually did something right.

Eventually you relaxed and was able to joke around with him somewhat, though the feel of his fingers covering yours was something you couldn’t get used to no matter how many times he helped you (he totally didn’t need to help you that much he just wanted to hold your hand).

Your phones vibration pulled you out of your thoughts and you reluctantly detached your fingers from his to find a message from Junmyeon, not realizing just how long you’d been here for. "Oh, I gotta go. I'm having dinner at Mr. and Mrs. Kim's house." Junmyeon had told you that his parents were worried about you, and how they too kept pestering him about inviting you over dinner, and he had finally caved and asked you yesterday to which you agreed.

You loved his parents almost as much you loved your own in your last universe, and you can only hope that they were the same as you remembered them, and they hadn’t changed as well.

“Oh, okay.” He hopped up from your side and you were instantly cold when you felt like you were burning up a few seconds ago. He placed the guitar back to its place in the corner where he kept it as you, too, stood up. “Um, so I’ll text you later?” Chanyeol scratched the back of his head and he stared at you with a hopeful expression, the tone of his voice giving away of how unsure he really felt despite the brave face he’d been putting on for you.

It was your fault he was suffering, you thought to yourself glumly. You told him you’d try and get to know him again, the word again giving an illusion that maybe he’d get back the relationship with the girl he loved and thought that you were again.

Filled with the false hope that things would go back to normal as he smiled at you so sweetly and comforted you. Here you were, liking him more and more each day as you were subjected to the past memories of his real love, which wasn’t you.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Chanyeol eyed you with worry etched onto his face as you had just suddenly zoned out. It was discomforting but it was also a regular occurrence. He so desperately wanted to find out what was in that head of yours, but didn’t want to overwhelm you any more than you already were. If only you trusted him as you did before.

"Huh?" Blinking, you regained your senses to find him staring at you in worry. You backtracked to what you two were saying before you got all lost in your thoughts and smiled at him as convincingly as you could, "yeah, we should figure out what to do later, let's do anything you want to do." As retribution, to ease this smothering feeling inside you.

You rang the doorbell, and it was as if they were just waiting by the door because it didn't even feel like two seconds later when the door swung open and Junmyeon was ushering you inside by the arm, a look of joy on his face. All you got out was a quick greeting to his parents and sister—who very excitedly ran up to you as soon as you entered the house and enveloped you into a big hug—who you acted a bit awkwardly around, because after all, this was your first time ever meeting her.

You were meeting a lot of people today. She was absolutely gorgeous, but of course that came as no surprise. Also you were still getting used to the fact that Junmyeon had a sister in this universe, fully expecting to see Minseok bound down the stairs and give you one of those big brotherly hugs you were missing at the moment.

“Let me talk to her first. Hey Y/n, glad you could make it, how are you?” Junmyeon spewed out the question after dragging you to a secluded area of his living room, not giving you the chance to even answer because after he took a quick breath, he was immediately continuing his rant, “there’s something that I’ve been curious about, and I was hoping you could answer it for me. I would’ve texted you but I knew you were coming over for dinner tonight, so I figured I’d just wait."

It took everything in you to not burst out laughing at his unexpected manic behavior. “Okay, what are you curious about?”

Have you found any substantial new evidence that would somehow be able to explain the possibility of parallel or alternate universe? Have you found out why you were sent here?

These were the types of questions you fully expected to be hit with from Junmyeon, ever the rational and inquisitive guy—

“In your universe, was I just as attractive and sophisticated as I am in this one? No, right? I’m the better Junmyeon, right?” He took extra precaution to make sure no one could possibly hear your conversation, lowering his voice down to a whisper and his eyes were wide with curiosity as they tracked your expression for a reaction.

You blinked at him for awhile before you choked out a laugh. Somehow with his insane question he managed to strangely rid the worries you had running through your head. You looked up at him and nodded, patting his shoulder as his eyes lit up in anticipation to your response. “You know, that’s a very Junmyeon number one thing to say.”

"Wait, is that how you've been referring to me in your head? Junmyeon number two?" It was funny how offended he seemed, even pointing at himself in disbelief, brows furrowed and mouth parted open.

"I mean, it is the number that comes after one, and I knew the other one first, so naturally..." You pursed your lips and shrugged nonchalantly, prolonging the teasing.

“I refuse to be known as a number two.” His face scrunched up in disgust as he said those words, shaking his head at you. Just then, you two were told that dinner was ready and you two started making your way to the table, but you couldn't help but tease him some more.

“You’re more annoying, though, number two."

Dinner was a bit bizarre for you to say the least. In the spot you clearly remembered Minseok occupying, now sat Jooyeon. You smiled fondly as you watched Mr and Mrs. Kim piling meat and more vegetables on her plate, speaking to her in the most adoring way.

It was a tender scene to gaze upon.

You’d always remembered Mrs. Kim telling you just how much she wished she had a daughter, and if you wanted to be the daughter she never had, that she’d treat you well. You didn’t doubt that for a second and it was nice to see they loved each other so much.

Jooyeon had taken hold of your hands after you helped bring the dishes to the kitchen and after you were refused in your offer to help clean and took you upstairs to her room. You figured you two were close from that action alone.

The standard interrogation about your health commenced and after you managed to ease her worries enough she switched the conversation over to Chanyeol with a gentle stare.

"So, how are you and Chanyeol doing? I can't imagine it's easy now that you lost your memories of him."

You nodded slowly, sat on her bed with her and you kept your eyes on your sock clad feet as you swung your legs softly, pondering on how to answer her question. “It’s still a little weird. I just feel bad, he’s trying so hard to get back the love he had with her...” you hadn’t noticed you had referred to the other Y/n in third person, as a separate person, out loud instead of in your head like you usually did.

“Unni,” she whined, eyes narrowed as she scolded you quietly. “Why are you talking like you’re another person?” You couldn’t help but look away from her intense gaze, only to whip around to face her again when she suddenly took your hand in hers, expression earnest and sincere. “Is that how you’ve been feeling lately?”

You sighed, “Chanyeol... is still in love with the me of the past....” Literally the Y/n of the past. Before you arrived here.

Jooyeon giggled, breaking your solemn state to gape at her in surprise, wondering what was so funny with your words. “Unni, the you of the past is you. The only thing that’s really changed about you is you losing six months worth of memories. But you gaining them back or not doesn’t affect who you are. Nor is it going to affect his love for you.”

His love for you... wasn’t meant for you.

“Chanyeol and me aren’t close at all,” Jooyeon started, glancing at you with big eyes that became the shape of crescent moons when she smiled after your prolonged state of silence, “but I do remember before you guys started officially dating, he approached me one day and asked what would be the best way to officially ask you to be his girlfriend. He wanted to impress you so bad, something you just couldn’t say no to."

“Really?”

She nodded enthusiastically, laughing a bit. “You would not believe how he wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend. He had this great idea—of course you know what I mean by great. Anyway, he obviously wanted something to do with soccer...” she started to tell you the specifics of the story but you got sucked into your own inner turmoil instead, a normalcy for you.

You were sure it was a nice story and all, probably very sentimental and affectionate just like him, but you really weren’t in the mood for a story right now. You weren’t any closer in figuring out why you were sent here, and was just racked in guilt the more time you spent with Chanyeol trying to find it out.

Jooyeon gave you a warm hug before you left, as did the rest of the Kim family. It was a nice break from your worrying and headed home feeling a little better than usual.

But it still didn’t stop you from further distancing yourself from Chanyeol.

You avoided answering his calls and texts, not knowing what to say to him at his sweet and excited offer of a picnic, managing to dwindle your guys’ interactions down to nothing more than a stranger you saw everyday.

Once again it was Saturday night, alone at home after telling your parents to take the night to themselves for their health and stress levels.

Just you and the night, you and the house to yourself, preparing to re-binge The Good Place for your stress levels. Or maybe you’d rewatch Shrek for the thousandth time. Who cares, you had no plans and nowhere to be besides your couch.

Which is why the knocking on the front door had scared you as much as it did. Your survival instincts about turned on as you sneakily looked out the peephole to slump against the door in relief, which turned into guilt.

Chanyeol.

You opened the door quietly, the two of you staring at each other for a few moments before you sidestepped to let him in, wordlessly asking him to talk. “You’re gonna let the bugs in, with you just standing there. You gonna come in or not?”

Hoping that your awkward teasing could ease this tension to being relieved about the small smile that had erupted on his lips at your words, following your lead.

He stepped towards you and you backed away instinctively and he entered your living room swiftly and you could only shut the door behind you as you and he eyed each other. “Why are you avoiding me again? Did I do something, I thought it was going well, I...”

It was his frustrated expression giving way to that sadness you’d also learned to associate with him, the ambivalence in his voice tearing you up inside.

“I’m not the person you fell in love with—” you ended spewing the true reason to ease his worries that it had anything to do with him. Just his happiness. “—and... and every time I look at you I just feel so guilty, and I’m really sorry.” You didn’t dare look at him and instead focused on the cuticles of your nails, your heart thundering in your chest as you heard footsteps coming closer.

Warm fingers wrapped around your wrists to gain your attention gently, the words being spoken as equally soft and tender. “What are you talking about? Of course you are.”

“No, I’m not.” You frowned as you said that, not knowing how to get him to understand that you were but a replica of the true Y/n he fell in love with, is in love with.

Chanyeol’s concerned face came into view before you were pulled into his embrace suddenly, his arms wrapped securely around you to hold you tight against him. “Sure, it’s taking a little longer for you to let go and trust me, and you’re a little more shy than I remember,” his words were spoken with a small laugh, an easy grin on his lips as he glanced down at you. Averting your eyes as you listened to him list the differences, he sighed softly before continuing, his arms tightening around you, “but you’re still the same unbelievably charming and adorable person. And besides, they’re just new sides of you I got to fall in love with. It was like falling in love with you all over again.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you pulled back enough to stare into his eyes in surprise, feeling so... happy.

He... was falling in love with you?

You?

He stared back at you in full earnestness, his sure expression telling you a thousand words in the silence between the two of you.

You couldn’t tell which one of you started closing the distance between you two, maybe both of you, but all you were able to concentrate on was his whisper as he leaned in closer, “I only hope you can say the same.”

“I can.” The words left your mouth unthinkingly in response to his own words, your heart thump thump thumping in your chest as you bravely pressed a small kiss to his lips, leaning up on your tiptoes using his shoulders for support as Chanyeol gazed at you like you had hung the stars in the night sky.

Reaching up and tenderly pushing fallen strands of hair behind your ears, Chanyeol leaned down the rest of the way and enveloped your lips in another kiss, a proper kiss, cradling your face and softly caressing your jaw in a manner that matched the way his lips met with yours, careful yet you could feel the yearning and longing. Incredibly soft and a bit hesitant at first, the kiss slowly grew more passionate though still maintaining that slow burn that did exactly that.

His hands slowly made their way down your shoulders and sides to settle at your hips, squeezing your flesh gingerly as he pulled you closer to him. You felt him smile into the kiss as your fingers slowly ran along his broad shoulders to feel the soft locks in between your fingertips, your lips mirroring his in an instant, subconsciously.

Suddenly wrapping his arms around your middle, he picked you up off the floor so your feet were dangling in the air, he pulled away from your lips as he swung you around like the two of you were the main characters in a cliche romcom—which you’d never admit out loud you enjoyed just a little bit.

“Will you please go on a picnic with me tomorrow?” He still had that tight grip on you, not seeming the least bit tired from holding you up as you clung to him for dear life, pouting at you from a few inches away.

Your lips still tingling with the lingering sensation of his on yours, you felt your heart about melt in your chest. Remembering the position you were in, being pressed up against him had your face flushing and you tapped his shoulders to wordlessly signal you wanted to be let down which he did without question and immediately, you taking a couple steps back as you sobered up a little, your past actions coming back to you.

“You sure you still wanna... be with me after how I’ve been treating you all this time?” You mumbled the words to the ground, shame enveloping your entire being at your behavior and you couldn’t find it in yourself to meet his eyes.

“Do you need me to declare my love for you again to get through that thick head of yours? Or maybe another kiss?” His tone turned playful his last four words he spoke, your eyes flicking from your dining room table to him in response, that cheeky smirk you were used to seeing adorned on his lips. The confidence in his stare making you almost choke on your spit as you hurried to look away, cheeks and neck warming up comically fast.

“I love you, and I think I heard you tell me you love me, too?” His gaze switched to a much softer and genuine one, an encouraging smile on his lips that replaced the smirk as he waited for you to agree with his words, a pleased look on his face, shrugging casually as he reached over to envelop your hands in his. “Then everything else doesn’t matter, not even your lost memories—oh, as long as you promise to not run away anymore and talk what you’re feeling out with me before pushing me away. Deal?”

Feeling completely at ease for the first time in a long time, you smiled and nodded at his words. “I can do that.”

“Good.” Chanyeol all but collapsed onto your couch, never letting go of your hands as he did so, situating himself as close as he could possibly sit next to you without one of you ending up on the lap of the other person, the mere idea of sitting on his lap had your cheeks on fire. He pinched your cheeks, his tone back to teasing along with a wide smile as he asked, “What are you thinking about that’s got your face so red?”

Glaring at him, you removed his hands from your face but kept the contact as you faced the television that was still going on, clearing your throat. “I’m not thinking about anything, it’s just hot in here. It’s basically summer and you’re sitting so close to me, scoot over there.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t tease you anymore, just don’t make me move. It’s so nice to finally be able to be with you like this again.” He clung to you like a koala would cling to a tree, which was funny because it seemed like a tree clinging to a koala with how different you two were in sizes. Though maybe you should compare him to a kitty or puppy with how he was rubbing his face along the fabric covering your shoulder.

Chanyeol squeezed your hand tighter in his before relaxing and laying his head on your shoulder as he realized what show was playing. “Oh, I like this show. Especially how Eleanor and Chidi kept falling in love with each other even after getting their memories erased.” His head shot up from your shoulder to shoot you a sweet grin. “Kind of like you. Which I can’t say I blame you or that you really stood a chance, I am pretty charming.”

Rolling your eyes, you playfully began detangling yourself from his hold, to which he clung to you tighter, not knowing just how much his words resonated with you but didn’t let it show. “Yeah, yeah, I just can’t escape you, huh?” His smile turned a bit puzzled at your little inside joke but before he could ask you about it, you smiled down at him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before patting your shoulder for him to lean on again, heart racing in your chest at your brave actions and at his words as he relaxed into your hold again.

“If it was me who lost their memory, I think I’d still end up falling in love with you, too. Even if I was somehow transported to another world, and I had the extreme luck to find you wherever I was, I don’t think I could help but fall for you over and over again.”

Soccer was more difficult than you’d previously believed it to be. You thought it was just kicking a ball around a field in knee high socks, not ever having paid attention to the intricate and tedious footwork that needed to happen immediately during a match.

You honestly didn’t think it would be this hard to make a fucking goal, an as wide as the ocean goalpost, and no one was even blocking you, at least not anymore.

“Park Chanyeol! This is cheating! You’re not even on her team, you can’t just help her because she’s your girlfriend!” You snickered to yourself as your boyfriend’s lanky form happily and all too eagerly blocked the annoyed younger man as you struggled to keep the ball rolling in front of you while running like a maniac towards the goal, having tripped over your own feet more times than you’d like to admit.

Ignoring Sehun’s irritated voice as it rang in the air all the while he attempted to escape Chanyeol’s hold to steal the ball from, Jongin was so unconcerned, cackling beside him as he aided in keeping him further from you. Quickly approaching the goal, you kicked the ball into the net a few moments later, as uncoordinated as possible. It was only then that Sehun was released, his lethal glare aimed at all three of you, which you were shielded from as Chanyeol rushed over to excitedly embrace you, arms wide.

The excitement about having scored a goal came back to you and you jumped into his waiting embrace, Jongin’s cheering and Sehun’s it doesn’t count! faded into the background as you melted into his arms, not even minding the fact that the two of you were sweaty from running around in this hot weather.

“Thank you for helping me score a goal, but I feel bad you guys lost, even if it was just for practice.” You propped your chin on his chest as you looked up at him, your lips forming a subconscious pout. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your mouth, smiling down at you so softly that you knew he wasn’t upset about losing at all, this extremely competitive guy.

“It was Sehun’s idea in the first place, having a mock two vs. two match. He makes us practice everyday, and now you know that even the weekends aren’t safe from him hounding us. I know it’s not the most fun for you to just watch us run around the park, so I’m glad I could assist you in having some fun. Don’t worry too much.” Chanyeol tried easing your worries as you snuck another glance at a grumpy and sulky Sehun who had his arms crossed over his chest as Jongin seemed to gloat about something you couldn’t hear.

He really was upset.

Seeing where your gaze led, Chanyeol turned his head to glance over at him as well, Sehun scoffing and turning around as he did so. “Eh, he’ll get over it.” Chanyeol turned back to you with a cheeky grin on his face. “I doubt he’s upset at losing as much as he is that he lost to Jongin. Those two arranged a bet before we started playing, Sehun thinking it was an easy match to win since you, uh... play as well as a toddler does.”

Choosing to disregard the way he’d laughed as he dissed your soccer skills because they were true, you really did not play well, you tsked mockingly at him. “Wow, betraying one of your best friends for me. I didn’t know you liked me that much.”

You were sure the two of you were about to have an incredibly sappy moment, but before it could happen it was interrupted by a shout in your guys’ direction.

“Alright, she’s not allowed at practices anymore, our star player keeps getting distracted at practices.”

He rolled his eyes at Sehun’s words, stepping away but keeping an arm around your waist and kissing your temple, silently urging you not to take his words to heart. “Chill out. You’re just mad you lost.”

“I lost? We lost, you traitor.” At that, he decided he was done talking and began walking back to the center of the field, and you knew he wasn’t too mad or upset when he waved you guys over to him. “Well, what are you guys doing? The game is a week away and we need all the practice we need! Let’s go!”

Jongin had warmed back up to you pretty quickly after your relationship with Chanyeol improved, treating you warmly and it was like meeting a long lost friend, feeling weirdly comfortable around him and getting along surprisingly well when you hadn’t expected it to be so easy.

Sehun on the other hand... well, it wasn’t as if his distrust came from nowhere. He still regarded you with suspicion, something you completely understood. Responding in five words or less to anything you asked or said to him, fighting a smile at any joke you would crack, he was unrelenting.

He was locked onto your every action and word, every expression that crossed your face, especially whenever you interacted with Chanyeol around him. His intense stare daring you to break his bestfriend’s heart again on his watch. A nonverbal warning: I’m watching you.

It stung, oddly enough, but you knew you deserved it, so you didn’t push it.

As if sensing you were getting lost in your thoughts, Chanyeol squeezed your hand in his and led you to the blanket he’d laid down on the ground for you earlier. Sitting you down and placing some food, drink and your book you’d brought in front of you, he kissed your cheek sweetly and ran back to Sehun and Jongin before he got yelled at again.

Jongin shook his head at the lovesick puppy heading towards him while Sehun just eyed the two of you sternly before initiating some drills. Chanyeol made sure to get your attention from your book every now and then with excited calls of your name, shooting you wide smiles with a big wave and you would smile and wave back just as happily.

Things between you and Chanyeol were going amazing. You had no idea that you’d ever like someone this much, and you still thought you didn’t really deserve him. But he always made sure to let you know how happy he was with you, and who were you to argue when he looked at you with that smiling face?

Maybe it was because you were ridiculously happy with how things were going, but you were even branching out and willingly initiating conversations with people around you, something you’ve never done in your life past age ten.

Even your tense relationship with Sehun seemed to improve over time. You were a regular at soccer practices now, lazing around reading and yelling out encouragements from the bench. The big match was set just a few days from now, and you were handing out waters to the heavily sweaty and exhausted players and Sehun took the water you offered him with a small thanks and a smile.

Chanyeol’s answering grin matched yours as he saw how excited you were, playfully tackling Sehun to the ground, the latter fighting his laughter as he fought the other giant off him.

“Listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being so hard on you, especially when you lost your memories and all.” Sehun shocked you as he sprung you with this heartfelt apology out of nowhere. “I just saw my bestfriend hurt and took it out on you. But you make him happy and I’m glad he has you. You’re okay in my book.” His expression was warm as he playfully punched you on the arm, the two of you sharing a laugh as he suddenly straightened and warned in a more serious tone, “I’m still watching you, though, and if you hurt him, you’ll be answering to me. Got it?”

You saluted him and shouted a, “Yes, sir!”

Yeah, you were happy where you were right now.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be here after hours!” You whisper-yelled after Chanyeol’s jogging figure, trying your best to stay quiet and follow his fast pace, paranoid as you looked behind you every other second.

He led you through the fence with an easy smile, bringing you closer as he adjusted his gym bag over his other shoulder. “Come on, look, the lights are on and everything. It’s like they wanted us to sneak in. I just want to practice my aim before the big game tomorrow. It’ll help calm my nerves. Please? Hmm? Please?”

“Ugh, no fair. You’re too cute for your own good.” You grumbled your answer after he stretched out the last please, looking down at you with those wide eyes and that pout you could never say no to.

Grinning and laughing in victory, he set his bag down on the empty bench and brought his hands up to run through your hair. “That’s my line.” You shooed him away after his cheesy line, smiling to yourself as he ran to the field with the soccer ball he’d brought from home.

Graduation was coming up right around the corner and here you were, still stuck in this alternate/parallel world, whatever you wanted to call it. You still had no idea how or why you were here, but you were done complaining or contemplating.

You honestly had no idea if you would ever go back to the world you came from, but decided not to stress it too much. Things were great—more than, beyond great—here and it just felt right—

“Y/n! Look out!”

Heart rate elevating at the sudden warning, you shook yourself out of your daze and realized with impending doom that the soccer ball was very quickly and very accurately making its way right towards you.

Oh shit.

Experiencing major deja vu, gazing at the same beige walls and sat in the same stiff twin bed in the nurses room, your left temple throbbing and the now familiar feeling of an ice pack being placed on your head made you freeze.

Oh no.

You knew by now who was your company by the smell of his laundry detergent and cologne. You kept your eyesight fixed in front of you, flinching slightly as Chanyeol adjusted the ice on your bruise, afraid of the reaction he would make once you made eye contact with him.

What had changed now? What kind of life were you living now and what role did he play in your life this time? And would he play a major character no matter what life you lived?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” his words were breathy and rushed as you flinched again as he pressed down a bit harder than he meant to, his anxious expression coming into view as you finally gathered the courage to turn your head in his direction, not liking how distressed he was.

What did you say, how did you react? Did you snap at him or tell him that everything was alright and that you were okay?

“Please say something.” Chanyeol practically begged from beside you, only growing more and more uneasy as you continued in your silent staring contest.

“Can you hand me my phone?” You asked slowly and awkwardly, watching him nod quickly and quickly hop up from his seat to where you saw your bag lay on the floor by the door, heard some rummaging and before you knew it, your phone was being carefully placed in your hand. “Thank you.” You mumbled quietly, heart racing at the possibility of either seeing his face on your screen but were instead met with familiar album cover you remembered setting.

Were you back?

It was then you noticed several messages waiting for you, your passwords being seen as correct now and you saw it was from Junmyeon, a sense of relief you so wanted to believe blossoming in your chest.

Did you give the notebook to him?

I’d rather be tutoring tbh my grandma has fed me at least 20 of those disgusting peppermints already. save. me.

also i barely managed to escaped minseok’s wrath by a few seconds lol

“We have Ms. Lee’s class together, right?” You waited with bated breath after asking that question, watching Chanyeol’s brows furrow in confusion at your odd question, studying the way you casually responded to Junmyeon’s texts, sending back yes, but come over when you can, we need to talk

“Um, yeah. Yeah, we do.” Chanyeol nodded as he answered you to which you sighed in relief at his response. So far so good.

You were back. You think.

Swinging your legs around the stiff bed, you slowly stood to your feet, eyeing his helpful hands on your arm with a bit of uncertainty. You continued to eyed him strangely as he gently offered you your bag and held the door open for you.

“Are you okay?”

“Are you dizzy?”

Jongin and Sehun surrounded you as you two exited the nurses office and you shrank back a bit from their sudden proximity and intense inspections, this scene also very familiar... yet not at all.

“Guys, give her some space.” Chanyeol emerged in the middle of you, pushing them back the tiniest bit to give you space to breathe.

“Oh, sorry. We haven’t introduced ourselves yet, huh? I’m Sehun and this is Jongin.” Their observant expressions changed in an instant to cheeky grins as they waved to you in a casual manner, like you weren’t currently sporting yet again another head injury. “We’ve seen you around school a lot, but we’ve never actually talked.”

You blinked at his words, your eyes transitioning from one to the other, remembering just how close you three got in the other world... or wherever you were. But you just nodded a little in silent greeting and turned to walk away. Like last time, you really needed to go home and make sure you were really home now.

“H-Hey, are you sure you don’t need to go to the doctors? I can help you—”

Shaking your head, you flinched slightly and told Chanyeol quickly when you saw him start to make his way over to you. “I’m fine, really. I can go by myself.” Not that you really felt you needed to go, the last time you went to the hospital for this, they just did a bunch of expensive tests that came back normal and gave you an ice pack and some painkillers in the end.

But you had a feeling you’d be going whether you wanted to or not.

“Are you sure? I just...” he offered again, a guilty expression clear as day on his handsome face, you having the strong urge to grab his hand in an effort to calm him down, but knowing you couldn’t or shouldn’t. “I just feel really bad.”

“You should.” Sehun piped up from behind him, to which you sent an amused glance to.

“As long as it wasn’t on purpose, it’s okay.”

“I swear it wasn’t.”

You nodded at his words, your previously belief of him kicking the ball at you on purpose long gone now as you stared at the transparent distress adorning his face. “I believe you, no worries. Just be careful next time.”

“She’s surprisingly laid-back for just getting knocked out. Maybe she's still out of it? I thought for sure she’d at least rip an arm or leg off,” Jongin murmured to himself after you left, eyeing the door you’d calmly exited from.

“Way to go, Chanyeol. Knocking your crush out with a soccer ball you kicked because you were trying to impress her. Might as well give up now.”

“I told her everything was fine, that I didn’t need to go to the hospital.” You sighed to Junmyeon on your bed, throwing yourself back with another sigh, placing the extra strength painkillers and your ice pack down on your nightstand after your long hospital visit, Junmyeon having rushed over once he heard the news.

“Y/n, obviously she’s gonna take you to the hospital, what if you got amnesia and lost your memories, or something? Plus you asked something weird as soon as you saw me...”

That was true. As soon as you saw your long-lost bestfriend, you asked, “How many friends am I lucky to have?” To which he answered with a confused expression, “...three?”

You erupted into laughter at that, laughing more as you saw the same confused expression spread across his face at your reaction. “Why are you laughing? This is not something to laugh about, young lady!”

“Sorry, I just thought you’d find it funny.”

“Why would I find this funny?”

You just shrugged as he stared you incredulously, as if you had lost your mind, a secret smile on your face as you thought about Junmyeon number two.

"Well, I’m glad that you’re okay, but didn’t you say you had something you wanted to talk about?"

Pursing your lips in thought, you debated telling him about the whole strange journey you’d been on, but decided that maybe it’d be better to leave it in the past, as a strange memory; a dream, nothing less and nothing more than that. “Nothing, I just missed you, best friend.” You leaned over and wrapped your arms around his middle—or at least attempted to.

“Ew, what are you doing?” Junmyeon evaded your touch at the last second, jumping up and created some distance between the two of you, pressing himself against your wall as he stared at you in obvious disgust, you glaring back at him after you regained your balance. “What do you mean you missed me, we just saw each other a few hours ago before you ran into a soccer ball.”

“Fine, I didn’t miss you. And I did not run into a soccer ball, I got hit with a soccer ball, there’s a difference.”

“Chanyeol kicked the ball at you, right? I thought he liked you and was just awkward expressing it, but maybe not if he’d do something so despicable. I’m gonna get revenge for you, Y/n, don’t worry.” Junmyeon began ranting at high speed and all you could do was stare in both mild shock and terror as the glint in his eyes grew more and more calculating. “What should I do—I know! I’m gonna give him all the wrong material for the finals so he’ll fail and—”

“Oh my god, remind me to never get on your bad side.” You grew more alarmed as more words escaped his mouth, the expression on his face growing more and more passionate as he worded his plans out loud and you hurried to stop him and clear the misunderstanding. “But I don’t think he did it on purpose anymore, so there’s no need. You can reign in your inner psycho again, please.”

“You’re even sticking up for him now? What the hell, what brought on this change, did you get hit harder than I thought?”

You smacked his hand away that was slowly approaching with narrowed eyes, before sighing. “I don’t know, just call it a random change of heart and leave it at that.”

“I’m gonna keep a close eye on you. You say you’re fine but you’re acting really weird, you know that, right?”

Simply nodding at his words, he sighed and exhaled as he made his way to your door. “Alright, well I’d better go and let my parents and Minseok know you’re okay. Call me if you need anything, but you probably won’t. You’re a big kid, you got this. Fighting.”

You snickered at his lackluster encouragement and also at him trying to slip in his support for you before insulting you; something that happened every time you got hurt. “Tell them I said hi and that I’ll visit soon. And go already. You’ve stayed too long and I didn’t have the heart to tell you to leave when you’re this worried about lil ol’ me.”

The finger is the only reply you received before you heard him yell from the staircase below moments after he left your room, “By the way, I gave Chanyeol your number! Bye, love you!”

The slight rustling of the leaves in the trees from the cooling wind mixed with the warm sun hitting your face calmed your nerves a little. You were sat on a bench located in a park close to your house, gazing up at the clouds in the ceaseless blue sky.

You’d gotten a text from Chanyeol almost immediately after Junmyeon told you he’d given him your number. He’d apologized repeatedly and to let him know if there was anything he could do for you.

Replying back that you were fine and not to worry, you’d asked him to meet you at said park after soccer practice on Friday if he had time, which was today. He’d texted back not even ten seconds later, agreeing and that he would see you there.

You remember smiling to yourself and thought that maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. Now that you were back, you just didn’t want to waste anymore time. You wanted to hash things out, clear things up... and maybe, you missed him just a little bit.

“Y/n!” The sound of your name being called by that oh so familiar voice had your head turning to the right, eyes widening as you saw Chanyeol sprinting full speed in your direction. He was still dressed in his soccer uniform, barely managing to stop himself from running into your perched figure at the last second, drenched in sweat and trying to talk through his panting. “Sorry... I came as fast as I could... you weren’t waiting long, were you?”

Shaking your head, you scooted to the left a bit, patting the bench next to you for him to take a seat to rest. “Did you run here straight from practice?” He took a seat with a grateful smile, nodding to your question. “You could’ve taken your time, it’s really nice, I don’t mind waiting a bit. I feel bad for rushing you.”

“Nah, don’t worry, I’m used to running. I just didn’t want you waiting alone long.”

Chanyeol’s words had your skin warming and you were sure it had nothing to do with the weather. He was still trying to catch his breath and you eyed his matted hair and that drop of sweat that was beginning to run down the side of his face.

Knuckle gingerly meeting the skin right above his eyebrow, you froze the next second in alarm, screaming to yourself what the hell are you doing. Wide eyes staring at each other, the two of you stayed in that position for a short while before you averted your eyes and cleared your throat awkwardly, letting your hand fall back into your lap.

He wiped the sweat off his face as best he could, scooting further from you a bit. “Sorry if I smell like sweat, I should’ve showered quick before meeting you. How’s your head?”

“I’m good. My doctor said there’s nothing to worry about as long as I take it easy the next few days.”

“That’s good to hear, I really am sorry about... everything, again.”

It was a bit of an awkward silence between the two of you and you took in a deep breath, deciding to just get straight to the point when Chanyeol spoke up before you could. “I think I know what you wanted to talk about... I-I heard from Junmyeon, when he gave me your number, that I might’ve said and done some things to make you think that I don’t like you. But I swear that’s not it and I can explain, if you let me.”

You were taken aback by his words, and you tore your eyes away from your lap to look up at him in shock. He became more nervous the longer you took to reply, hearing the gravel beneath his feet as he began shuffling them a bit. “So you don’t... hate me?”

He shook his head at your question, completely earnest as he rushed to reply. “I could never hate you! It’s just the opposite! I’m just... not good at this flirting thing...”

Eyes going wide at his admission, you felt your heartbeat thunder in your chest. “F-Flirting? This whole time you’ve been... flirting with me?”

An embarrassed look crossed his face at your question, nodding slowly. “Yeah... or at least I was trying to.”

“Oh.”

You felt bad that that was all you could say, but your mind was going a trillion miles a second trying to process the information you’d just learned. It was like your brain was correcting old incorrect flashbacks of when you thought he was out to get you, but now that you knew he wasn’t, you could now see clearly in your mind just how purely happy his smile always was whenever he saw you.

Then that time when he’d asked if you and Junmyeon were dating... And here you were thinking he was a giant jerk when really he—

“Remember when I asked you if you had any friends in class all those months ago?”

“Of course, I do. I was so embarrassed...”

“What I uh, what I actually meant to ask that day was if I could be your friend.”

“Huh?”

“I’m serious...”

You stared at him, not totally believing him, still remembering the humiliation you felt that day clearly. “So you asking me if I had any friends...” you trailed off and looked at him expectantly, needing to reassure yourself, to hear his side again to really determine if you believed him or not.

“I really didn’t mean to embarrass you, I promise. I just really wanted to become friends—I still do! You just... you kind of intimidate me, and I thought... that you’d be less likely to reject my offer of friendship if I did it publicly and it came out like that...”

“What about the, ‘Nice hair, sleeping beauty!’ comment?”

Chanyeol blinked at you, pink dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he averted your eyes, gaze falling briefly on your tendrils dancing softly in the wind before quietly answering, his gaze glazing over a little as a soft smile crept up on his lips. “Well, you do have nice hair. It’s really pretty and I’ve... always liked it. But that day was the first and only time I’ve seen you with your hair up, so I was able to see your face—” he abruptly cut himself off as he felt himself begin to ramble, eyes widening as he shook his head to get back to the question at hand, he finished abashedly, “—and the sleeping beauty comment was because it was also the first and only time I’d ever seen you not show up early to school from oversleeping, so I just blurted it out... maybe I shouldn’t have done that...” He met your stare again as he offered a sheepish smile.

Your poor heart couldn’t keep up with the words you were hearing leave Chanyeol’s mouth. He was too cute. Pure.

Not a malicious thought in that brain of his. You were having trouble fighting back the smile that wanted to show itself.

“...and the, ‘What’s up, nerd? And knocking the books out of my hands?” You couldn’t look him in the eyes but when he straightened suddenly, you glanced at him, not expecting the adorable clumsiness of a reason for the incident.

“I knocked your books out of your hands when I tripped?”

It was your turn to blink at him. “You’re saying you fell?”

Chanyeol nodded slowly, a laugh escaping him. “I’m actually really clumsy. I can’t go a day without tripping on my own feet at least once. I’m really sorry I knocked them out of your hands. I was trying to get your attention so I called you nerd as a kind of a nickname of sorts, ‘cause you’re always studying hard and reading a new book every time I see you, and I remember tripping right when I was walking past you and I... got embarrassed and sped out of there... sorry.”

The more you listened to him, the harder it was to keep a neutral expression in order to not make is apparent embarrassment any worse. You didn’t want him to think you were laughing at him, but he was just so... cute. How could you have ever misunderstood him so badly?

Seemingly oblivious to the smile almost erupting on your lips, he continued without a pause. “My friend told me that girls like the confident, bad boy type. That I had to pretend that I had no interest in you whatsoever, but I still wanted to talk and see you so I just...” he trailed off, his features scrunching up as he ruffled his hair with a quiet groan. “Okay, now I see it.”

You couldn’t keep the full-blown grin anymore and burst out laughing. “Which friend told you all that? It was Sehun, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah! How’d you know it was him?” Chanyeol was smiling in response to your smile but also in amazement at how you immediately guessed right.

“Just a guess. But I don’t think he’s the best person to be getting advice from, for future reference.”

He laughed with you, breathing out a big sigh next to you. “Did I... answer all your questions?”

“You really didn’t mean to hit me with the soccer ball, right?”

“No, of course not!” He was quick to defend himself, shuffling his feet and awkwardly fiddling with his fingers as he muttered softly, “I was trying to impress you by making a goal, not realizing that you weren’t even paying attention and it somehow hit the goalpost at an angle and... I’m really sorry.”

Nodding at his answer, you ducked your head for a few seconds before interlacing your fingers into his, sending his shocked self a smile. “Okay.”

“O-Okay?”

“I can see now that I’ve misunderstood you this whole time, and I’m really sorry for that. And... if it’s okay with you, I’d like to get to know you and see where this takes us.”

It was a sensation of deja-vu;

the way he absolutely beamed down at you, his grin wide, eyes formed into crescents...

down to the way your insides felt all warm just from looking at him.

even down to his reply:

“That sounds great.”

Maybe it was worth taking a risk on people sometimes, especially when someone you least expected to becomes so special to you, becomes the first person to make you feel this way, that someone who smiles at you like that.

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i was planning on going into more detail, but it just felt right stopping it there and i really like this ending lol. no excuses yall, i’m so sorry this took so long. i’ve not had the will to write ANYTHING but here it is!! i hope yall like it as much as i do after writing for the first time after a bit. much love! ty for everyone who stuck w this series T.T ♥ ♥ ♥

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goopeculiar · 2 years ago

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blinded by the light chanyeol/jongin, NC-17, 25514 words. Chanyeol looked down at the photo in the folder Jongdae handed him. Kai was dressed in a loose, nearly see-through red silk top, smirking at the camera like a modern day Mona Lisa—as if Chanyeol wouldn’t know what his face looks like. As if Chanyeol wouldn’t recognize the man who’s been at the center of nearly every single one of his poorly scripted fantasies for the last three years. International supermodel. Brand ambassador. GUCCI. KIM KAI. “This guy,” Chanyeol said, and he could feel his mouth dry. “Don’t mess it up,” Jongdae replied, oblivious to Chanyeol’s inner turmoil. Chanyeol heard the ‘it would be bad for business’, in the implied.

#exo fic rec #I love this so much #pcy being kai trash 1 #brings me back

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Sequence [vii]

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chanyeol x reader genre: angst word count: 4.7k

EVENTUALLY

01.23.17

Stagnant. That was how you felt: as if you were wading in thick, mossy water, green in hue against the color of your toes as they wiggled impatiently beneath it.

You could taste it on your tongue- bitter, the smell of rot- sour, the decomposition of your marriage mocking your senses as it lay at your feet, clawing desperately at your legs to gain your attention.

Neglect hissed and spurted as it made contact with your ego, the sound rippling in your ears and you closed your eyes until it lessened, faded away like a background noise; like a song you couldn’t knock out of your head. Only, the song wasn’t catchy, or like a broken track on your brain because you enjoyed it. No, instead it was branded into your thoughts because it burrowed itself into every corner of them.

A constant reminder of things you had done, and the things you had failed to do.

But, regardless, things had managed to improve, even if you held the term in its simplest sense. The neglect was there, evident as ever, gnawing at you and Chanyeol no matter how fervently you swatted it away- like a bug, but it was fading. It was being washed out, rinsed out of your subconscious like you had finally found the sense to hose down your life and let your problems drain into the gutter alongside the dirty water.

You would wake up, him not in your arms but sleeping just beside you, and it was a feeling you’d grown accustomed to- one you learned to appreciate. You would not feel suffocated, not claustrophobic in your own bed as if your entire word would crumble at his skin touching yours, or the lack thereof. You and Chanyeol had found a simple melody, a place in time where you two existed together, but apart; with him and without him, with you and without you.

No longer did he sleep with his spine digging into the couch, and no longer did he sleep with his cheek pressed into the skin of your stomach, but he slept next to you. And it was this warmth that radiated off of his body that lingered onto your own and lulled you to sleep despite the cold whistling outside.

Your days existed separately, coming together only when they had finished themselves to completion, and you found a beautiful solace in the comfort of your apartment, of your home. You had work, and though he had just lost his, it did nothing to deter him. And so you were together, but apart.

Two people, two souls, learning to live alongside each other rather than as one.

It was what you both needed, the comfort lying in the distance, but the solidarity of knowing you two would be there, unwavering and consistent, if need be.

Inherently, you could never deny the truth: the fact that you yearned to feel him despite the way you were glad he wasn’t trying. You knew it in the way your touch lingered across his clothing as you folded it into your dresser, the way you would lay in bed scrolling through your camera roll, disregarding the fact that he laid inches beside you, asleep. It was a force you hadn’t learned to ease, a draw to him that you couldn’t, even after so many years of trying, control.

And so, when Baekhyun called, inviting you and Chanyeol out to a ‘lunch date, yannow, like a normal couple,’ with him and Sumi, you accepted, despite the growing discomfort manifesting at the base of your chest, or the anxieties of sitting next to Chanyeol in public for the first time in months lingering in your fingertips. You accepted only because you knew you’d have to fall into normalcy eventually, that you and Chanyeol would have to start picking up the pieces of your marriage and gluing it together, even if one shard at a time, slowly.

The wind howling in the trees made them sing, their bare branches whipping against the air as if they were quarreling, pushing the balance between the two and swaying back and forth. It was almost metaphoric, the way you could see the branches struggling against the force, the way they nearly snapped in two under the weight they couldn’t control- similar to the way you’d let yourself bend backwards under the pressure of your dwindling marriage.

Chanyeol had nothing to do with it, after a certain amount of time, slowly detaching from the situation. It turned into a battle with yourself, into a plea bargain between your mind and your heart- your heart being the one who was lovesick for forgiveness. Your mind, however, was a stoic wall, unwavering and unforgiving. Your mind remembered everything: every word, every look, every inhale of breath you struggled for when he would throw knives into your chest. Your heart was forgiving, the burn of want blowing smoke straight into your mind and making it impossible to fight is pull.

And so, it was a battle, one that would go on for weeks, a war that was unwilling to come to a close.

You could see the way the snow fell to the ground, melting into puddles of slush as it touched the concrete below, fading away into a dark grey color and becoming mixed with the dirt in between the cracks in the cement. It wasn’t snowing enough to cover anything, not enough to create a blanket of white across the streets, only a small freckle daring to hit the pavement as time prolonged. But still it was cold, and outside it was dark, and the porcelain mug resting between your fingers did little to alleviate the numbness growing into their tips.

The conversations lingering around you were only a buzz in your brain, a mere whisper against the shell of your ear as you watched the people bustling outside of the cafe as they walked along, noses tipped in red and cheeks left dry and bitten from the wind. You tried to ignore everything, tried to submerge yourself into anything besides the way his arm twitched beside you- as if it were fighting itself not to latch onto your thigh. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut, zeroing in on the soft hum of the music echoing across the room and falling into your own world- the world where you were unapologetically and unregrettably happy.

Your fingers lingered against the rim of the cup, swiveling, tense, uncomfortable as you took steady breaths in a weak attempt to calm the sporadic beating in your chest. You could feel him, the way you always did, radiating anxiety, as if his presence in the cafe was turning his insides to push and shooting adrenaline up his arm like heroin.

In the back of your brain laid the memory of his hands- more specifically the way they felt on your hips the night he got back, how they felt as they pushed themselves up your clothing and pressed themselves into your flesh. It made you feel calm, made your eyes flutter open and a smile threaten to tug at the corners of your lips as you focused on the steam that radiated from the tea in your mug.

His voice knocked you out of your trance, brought you back to reality like it always did- the way it reverberated through your nerves like a chorus singing in your bloodstream. Your eyes focused on his, on the way his eyebrows furrowed onto slightly, drawn into his forehead, gaze lingering on you and the way you stared at him blankly. His hair was disheveled, like he had been carding his hands through it all day to release the pounds of tension and pressure from their follicles. You focused especially on his lips, on the way his tongue darted out to soothe their cracks and moved in harmony with the sound of his voice.

“They’re here.”

And so you let your eyes leisure towards the entrance, and they fixated on the way Baekhyun held the door open, Sumi brushing past him with a nod, a blush on her cheeks and a smile glued to her features like it had been there since the moment she woke up.

You remembered when you were like that, too.

You watched them, the way they interacted- how their hands gravitated towards each other like two magnets with polar ends. You envied them, felt a tinge of jealousy in the way they walked over, the way Baekhyun’s nose scrunched as Sumi caringly, gently used her thumb to swipe something from the corner of his lips.

Their greeting was thin, breathless, as if the journey from the car to your table had taken the wind from their lungs and let it evaporate into the atmosphere. You could feel them, their energy, the way they omitted happiness and radiance- almost blinding as they slid into the booth across from you.

“Sorry we’re late, you know how Baekhyun gets.”

She said it with a laugh, and you could see his pout, see the way her smile swallowed her face as she shrugged her coat off of her shoulders and into her lap beneath the table. Only out of the corner of your eye could you see the way Baek’s arm crawled towards her lap, likely ghosting her fingers with his own in secret. It was warm, the atmosphere that radiated from their bodies, the aura that surrounded them- yellow, fiery orange and deep red. It made your hands twitch against your mug, made you fight yourself to keep them at the porcelain instead of retreating into your lap, the fog looming over your brain making you want to curl into a ball forever.

It burned, seeming them, though it definitely shouldn’t have. You and Chanyeol had made progress, the doubt not lingering in the well being of your marriage but rather the well being of your heart. You’d become weary, unsure of how deep you could submerge into Chanyeol again, untrusting of yourself simply of how fully trusting you were of him. You’d come to realise you would cross a busy street if he told you he would be there on the other side. It was this, the undeniable gravitation towards him that had the tips of your fingers numb and your body pulled in as close to the wall as possible.

“We’ve all had to deal with Hyun forcing us to be late at one time or another.”

Chanyeol’s voice, again, radiated across your core, sending a spark of heat to flash across your body, the lump in your throat dissolving like sugar. Air could reach your lungs, simply because he spoke, simply because his words had lingered in the space above your head and seeped deep into your skin.

Baekhyun’s whine is what drew your eyes away from the window, where they had drifted in passing, the sound comforting as it wisped across the table and onto you. He looked at home, his arm draw tight around Sumi’s shoulders like there was no other place it belonged, his back pressed against the booth. You noticed the way he glanced at the side of her face as she studied the menu, the way he kept his eyes locked on her lips and her profile whenever she spoke, gleaming and bright despite their dark color.

You’d missed it. The familiarity of sitting across from Baekhyun, Chanyeol at your side- the normalcy settling deep into your bones and causing a wave of comfort to soothe into your muscles. You let yourself lean into him, into his side as you listened in on Sumi talking about her day, feeling him tense slightly beneath you, like your presence on his skin had jolted him awake out a slumber he was unaware of.

But he melted out of it, and pooled into you like honey, into your touch, grabbing at your flesh like he was trying to make a home of it. You welcome his hand where it rested on your thigh, let your eyes flutter shut as his side pressed into yours and the way you could feel his chest move with laughter as he clapped his free hand against the table- sending a boisterous sound through the vacant diner as it echoed against the walls.

“So, how is it having Chanyeol back?”

The question directed at you was innocent, Sumi likely not being clued in on the way you had been clawing desperately out of the lingering situation, but it made Chanyeol’s hand flinch off of your thigh nonetheless, his arm around you staying, but stiffening all the same. He spoke up beside you, keeping you from having to grit through your teeth as you lied.

“It’s good,” he started, glancing at Baek as if he feared if he looked Sumi in the eye she would read the way he was lying directly to her face, “better than ever.”

You nodded in agreement, the smile on your face feeling as if you’d forced knives into your cheeks to peel them into place. “Much better.”

“Oh perfect, then I won’t feel guilty rambling some more,” Sumi said, reaching for Baekhyun’s hand and grasping it tightly in her own. Your eyes caught the way he rubbed the back of her palm with his thumb, almost comfortingly, his body leaning into hers and his presence becoming more evident at the small booth. “Baekhyun and I actually have some amazing news. Well, at least I think it’s amazing.”

The last bit was teasing, playful as she eyed Baekhyun carefully, scrunching her nose slightly at the way he grinned back at he. You’d almost felt invasive watching them, like you’d been recording a moment designed only for them, like you should be slapped on the wrist for indecency.

The second the words left her tongue, you crashed. All at once, your body convulsed, like every nerve had been asleep and was suddenly jolted awake as her voice ricocheted into your body. Chanyeol went limp beside you, his air stuck in his throat as he glanced between the two of them. You managed your eyes onto Baekhyun, watching as he read the situation, tongue swiping along the inside of his cheek and eyes whirling with an emotion you couldn’t manage to read.

“I’m pregnant!”

You opened your mouth to speak, but you failed. The words got caught on your tongue, burning like acid as they lodged deep in your throat and cut off the circulation to your brain. You could see the world tilting on its axis, your hand subconsciously dropping to your lower stomach as you clenched your jaw to keep the tears from welling in your sockets. Chanyeol was the first to speak up beside you, wrapping his arm around you tighter and pulling you further into his chest, almost like he was attempting to shield you, trying to keep you hidden so you could experience your emotions in full. Only you couldn’t, because the pair was watching you on bated breath, waiting for a congratulations of some kind as you fought yourself to stay put together.

“That really is amazing news, Sumi,” he began, nodding along with his words as if to make them sound more viable, more concrete in theory, “you and Hyun will make amazing parents. I just know it.”

And at that, it became harder to breathe as you nodded alongside him, your cheeks burning as you forced them into a smile wider and your hands dug into the flesh of your thigh.

It was you that was supposed to be receiving these words, you and Chanyeol who should be across from them announcing news to start your family.

You wished it was you.

It should’ve been you.

“Of course,” you started, using every ounce of concentration to force the words out, to make sure they didn’t break and splinter as they slipped off of your tongue, “I’m happy for the both of you.”

From the relief that washed over Baekhyun’s face, your body relaxed, only slightly, that you had managed to pull off the happiness- managed to hide the way your heart was breaking in half beneath your ribs. Chanyeol, beside you, knew better, and you could tell in the way he tightened his grip on your arm and tried his best to soothe you with circles into your shoulder.

The wind outside was still howling, untouched, the snow still falling in spurts, not managing to conceal the floor anymore than before, especially now that everything had turned so dark. You wished, desperately as you clung to your own leg to keep from collapsing in on yourself, that the flurries would take you with them. You watched as they fell, breath coming out in heavy, shallow bursts as the flakes melted into the ground, not strong enough to stay whole. You felt a lot like the snow that dissipated into the concrete, like you were too weak, too fragile to remain complete- as if you would, too, melt into the ground if Chanyeol let you.

After a long time, seconds, even minutes of conversation continuing, numbing responses leaving your mouth without the acknowledgement of their meaning, your hands grasped the mug, now cold from neglect, and pulled it closer to you. The ring on your left finger felt hot, like it was charring through your flesh and threatening grey ash onto your bones as it lingered. It felt mocking, like the glint of light it reflected from the soft lamps above you had purpose: to shine into you and make you burn from the inside out. Sumi had no ring, no binding of her life to Baekhyun’s, and yet she got what you’d always wanted- got a life growing inside her despite how little she had worked for it.

You knew, in your mind, that you were being selfish. You should have been happy for Baekhyun and Sumi, the happiness oozing off of them seemingly being enough to seep into you and consume your otherwise negative thoughts, but it only spurred you on farther, deeper into the pit of your anxieties and neglect.

You were drowning, and again, it was because of yourself.

The sun began to hide behind the horizon when Baekhyun and Sumi excused themselves, your eyes feeling dry and stinging as you blinked up at them. You didn’t know how long you’d zoned out- clearly long enough for the sky to fall, and you apologized to them for it, though you weren’t sorry. You couldn’t help the bitterness that washed over you as you hugged her, knowing there was a life inside of her that you felt you deserved more.

Baekhyun’s body held you closer than usual, his arms tightening around you firmer and longer than he would’ve any other day, because he could see that you were lost. He could see in the way you watched people through the window, as you twisted the ring on your finger absent-mindedly, that you were everywhere but in that cafe. Anywhere but sitting across from the people that had taken something from you that you’d been wanting for months, years even. He knew, and that’s why he hugged you longer, hoping it would cauterize the wound that had been slashed open, bleeding onto the floor in a puddle.

Your eyes glued to your fingers as you slid back in the booth, Chanyeol sitting across from you now and taking your hands in his. You fought yourself not to flinch away, not to put up the walls you so gruelingly took down to let him back in, to let him hold you and comfort you and help you when you needed him the most.

The warmth radiated off of him, like he was a beacon and you were the sea he projected into, vast, dark, cold. He watched you shut down, watched as your body went catatonic against the words running behind your eyes as they stared blankly at where your bodies connected. He wanted to help you, wanted to pull you out from the water before you drowned, but he knew he couldn’t. He could try, but it was only you that could save yourself, only you that could allow yourself to swim to the top, to take in the air you needed to survive.

Because he was only a lifeboat, and you had to want to float to board it.

“I can’t breathe.”

Your voice came out, but barely, broken, like it was cutting your vocal chords as it lingered into the air. He held your hands tighter, smoothing over them with the pads of his fingers as he nodded, watching you.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry I can’t-”

“No, Chanyeol. It hurts to breathe. I need to get out of here.” Your voice was thick, reverberating from deep within your chest as you tried to swallow down the lump in your throat, failing. “Please take me home.”

He stared at you, eyes blown and concern drawing his eyebrows together, scanning your face as if he was looking for a scratch on the side of a car. And then he was nodding, and on his feet, and swallowing thickly and carding his fingers through his hair as if he’d just been told he had seconds to escape before the walls caved in on him. His arm was around your shoulder, leading you out of the diner and walking you to where he parked your car, trying his best to shield your body from the biting winds as silent tears spilled down your cheeks and blew into your hair with force.

He was silent, you were silent, as he tucked you into his side and waited for the light to turn red and signal you across the street. He could feel your body shake, with tears or because of the low temperatures he couldn’t tell, though he hoped it was the latter for the sake of your well being- even if he knew it wasn’t.

The tears burned as they streamed, hot and bitter against the chapped skin of your cheeks, your face pressing into his body and nuzzling deep there, legs nearly on top of his own as you pushed further and further into his chest. You wished, in that moment, that everything would cease to exist. That you, Chanyeol, and everything else would vanish into thin air- that the heartbreak would be something that you never had to think about again. Standing there, heart beating so heavily in your chest it felt as if it were cracking your ribs in half, you’d wished you plainly didn’t exist.

At least that way you wouldn’t have to think about the almosts, and the could’ve beens.

And he could sense this. He knew you, knew the way your hands lay limp at your sides that you’d been overcome with a sense of nothingness. The way you cried silently, not broken, not splintered, but silent, sullen, vacant. Had he not known better he would think you’d been paralyzed, the way the liquid poured down your cheeks and into his clothing as you did nothing to wipe it away.

All he could do was pull you with him as he crossed the street, keep his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder, and guide you home.

You stayed silent. In the car, on the way home, even as Chanyeol tried talking to you, you had no words. Nothing you felt the need to say, no construction of letters that you deemed fit to let mock you in the air around your head. Drawing your legs up to your chest, you leaned yourself against the window, curled as tightly as possible into the door and let your eyes shut, squeezed together so tight you could see the galaxies swirling beneath them, wanting nothing more to become a star, a part of the cosmos and away from the pain.

At a red light, he turned to you, and reached out for you, but you stayed away. You kept your eyes shut and your arms wrapped firmly around your knees. You could hear him sigh, feel the way he tensed beside you as he leaned back into the chair and gripped the steering wheel, but you couldn’t help but stay mute.

“Please don’t shut me out.”

He had pulled into the parking garage of your apartment and shut the car off, the only sounds filling your ears being his breathing and the hum of the engine as it purred to sleep. Your words clawed at your throat as they came up, like a creature living at the base of your ribs and filling your lungs with air as they expanded. You looked at him, for the first time since you left the diner, and your heart dropped in your chest. He looked tired. No, not tired, exhausted, like you had sucked the last bit of life out of him and left him alone to wither away into dust. Your legs straightened out beneath you and you turned into him, pulling your hand up and pressing it to his cheek.

Watching at the way his eyes fluttered shut and the way his face nudged into your palm, you felt overwhelmed with guilt. You’d neglected him, ignored him, shut him out even though he was doing everything he could to help you. You were like a leech, one that would keep sucking him dry until he finally squashed you beneath his shoe and found someone else.

“I don’t deserve you.”

His eyes shot open, and his hand grasped at yours and he pulled you closer to him, as close as he could get with the console in between you two.

“God, no,” he started, taking your hand and pressing it against his chest, using his free one to push your hair behind your ear and cup your cheek, “you are everything I want in life. You. Only you. Please,” his voice was breaking, cracking with strain as he let his thumb ghost across your lips, “please know that I love you.”

You stared at him. For as long as you could recall, you watched, breathed him in, let your forehead rest against his and inhaled everything. You could have stayed like that forever, in his touch, with his body so close to yours it was as if you were one, his breath fanning across your lips and reminding you of the reasons you were with him in the first place. He was everything to you, and more, and you’d learned your lesson the last time you lost him to never let him go again.

And so you didn’t.

You pressed your lips to his, and let yourself melt into his touch, savoring the way his lips molded perfectly into yours and sent shocks of electricity across your body. It was something you would never get used to- the way you reacted so fervently to him. Keening, clawing, prying, you groped at his body for more, yearned for his skin against yours as you opened yourself up to him, pulled him deeper into you, and tasted him longer on your tongue.

It hurt, and you were in pain, and the tears still threatened the back of your eyes, and the creature still clawed at your chest as he clawed at your hips, but you held it back. Held it back because you were willing to put it all behind you if it meant starting over, if it meant finally being happy again, finally having him again.

In the elevator you were feverish, tugging at the bottom of his shirt like your life depended on it, heart cracking beneath the pressure of his hands but being glued back together by the pressure of his lips on your skin. You were overwhelmed, with both pain and passion, and you’d decided it was time the pain faded away, that it was time for you to finally submerge yourself back into your marriage and to stop letting the past control everything.

You couldn’t help it anymore, couldn’t stop the way you felt as if your world was going to implode on itself if you weren’t on him, if you weren’t latched so tightly onto him you would fly away without him as your tether. Because even after everything, after the way you’d been ripped apart piece by piece until you were nothing but snowflakes melting into the concrete, you forced yourself whole. You decided to swim to the top of the ocean, decided to cling onto him as he kept you afloat.

You decided it was time to live again.

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