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Renegade (pt. 3)

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 5039 words

Warning: None!

New to the series? Start your adventure here: Prologue (Don’t skip it, it contains info you’ll need in a small part of this chapter) The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.

Part 3

The light that shone through the open windows, brightened the whitely painted parquet floor and wheat brown walls of Chanyeol’s bedroom. Whereas last night, the artificial lightening from his simple pendant Scandinavian ceiling light gave the feel of a cosy bedroom, the atmosphere in the room was now more heavenly. The sound of whistling birds filled the room and small details such as the tree stump nightstands, his carefully located acoustic guitar and the present house plants even made one overlook the small mess on his desk.

Chanyeol felt very comfortable. Despite his legs being tangled up with (y/n)’s under the sheets, the feeling of his arms holding her close and her perfume, now perfected in his presence, satisfied his inner wolf immensely and he wanted time to stop so he could stay like that forever.

He opened his eyes, curious to (y/n)’s sleeping figure. As her head was nestled snugly in his neck, he carefully tried to lower himself without waking her to be at eye-height with her.

He had never studied someone’s aspects up close with that much interest. She had spider’s-leg, succubus-black eyelashes that fluttered over her grape shaped eyes, sliver-of-moon eyebrows, a pert nose and velvety soft lips that made him want to kiss her. As he studied her, he could not withhold the urge to touch her. Gently, he removed his palm from her waist and combed her hair behind her seashell-shaped ears, stroking the same smooth skin several times with feather light pressure.

It was nice, being sane around her without having to take any wolfsbane-oil. Last night calmed him down, and he knew he was safe for at least the rest of the day, safe for the last day of mating season. He was in love; In love with her peacefully sleeping figure, in love with the individual that was her. He gently placed the palm of his hand on her waist again, hoping she’d continue to sleep for another while.

Now is not the time to revel in her presence, Chanyeol thought. Last night had been a reckless move on his part, a move to which he now had to figure a solution should he not want either of them to suffer the consequences. The first sexual intercourse with one’s mate, the first mating, strengthened the link between mates and absence sickness became a real threat. Chanyeol had to find a way to keep her close from now on.

I’m in love with you. Is that how you say it? He wondered. He imagined himself softly whispering it in her ear as she woke up, but figured it was too straightforward to use it as a morning-greeting. He thought of different scenarios in which he would greet her good morning, but a large variety of possible answers from her part came to mind; Good morning, Hey, Oh shit I’ve got to go, Oh my god what did I do, Hey there handsome, … It was fascinating how he could come up with such a range of possibilities that even included some that didn’t seem realistic; You raped me, You took my precious flower asshole, I hope your parents don’t mind me being your student, Who are you, What have you done to me, Get out, I hope I’m pregnant, ...

He had to confess to her. Today. Or at the very least, get her to go out with him regularly. It was only now, that he was able to understand how all the girls that had confessed to him back in the past, must have felt even when he rejected them gently. You can’t reject someone without breaking a heart. He thought about how (y/n) could remind him that he was her lecturer, and how he would answer her. He would stop being a lecturer for her and tell his thesis to go to hell.

Another ten minutes of deep thinking further, he was starting to lose faith. He needed help. He cautiously untangled his limbs from (y/n)’s and got up from the bed, looking down as he felt that he was standing on fabrics that weren’t his. He was standing on her clothes. Apparently they didn’t get as far as he had believed them to go. He made no sound as he put on new boxers, black sweats and a grey tank top, stealing some glances back at (y/n) from time to time, until he left the room.

“Noona”, he called for his older sister, standing in the hallway in front of her door and he knocked a few times. As expected, she was awake and opened the door cheerfully, being a morning-person.

“Good morning. Come on in”, she said and she immediately turned around towards her desk to pick up the second earring that paired with the one she was putting in as she navigated through her room.

“You have to leave for work?” Chanyeol asked. His sister was a news anchor at CBS, and he never knew her schedule. Sometimes she worked on weekends as well.

“No, I’m going out with Tae Song this afternoon and I thought it’d be easier to get ready since I was in my morning routine anyways”, she explained, plugging in the other earring and turning around to face Chanyeol again. “You remember? Tae Song? The cute guy that now works as our director of photography?”.

“Why do that?” Chanyeol questioned, leaning against the doorframe. “You know he’s not your mate. Why waste time on him?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Because it is becoming really embarrassing at my age to not have dated”, she exclaimed. “Talking about mates”, she changed the subject and grasped her hair brush from her desk, “There’s a female in your room, I can smell it. The boys told me you met (y/n) at the festival last night. I guess she slept in?” She brushed through her hair for the fifth time that morning and checked with her hands whether it was still soft enough.

“Yeah about that”, Chanyeol closed the door behind him and walked inside. “We had sex”.

“You what?” His older sister immediately stopped in her tracks and eyed Chanyeol as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his entire life.

“I know”, Chanyeol sighed and walked over to her bed, seating himself on the edge with his head down.

“That was tremendously irresponsible of you”, his sister pointed out, following him with her eyes.

“I know”. The poor male raised his feet onto the bed, leaning his chin on his knees and holding onto his legs.

"Chanyeol, your bodies have gotten to know each other. They'll want to be close to each other and if you don't obey, you'll get absence sickness. Seeing each other in lectures and recitations is not going to cut it anymore. Your body is going to retaliate".

"I know".

"Stop saying that you know. If you know then why did you do it?"

"I couldn't help myself", Chanyeol defended himself. He thought back of last night, how he was already struggling to stay gentle with (y/n). He remembered how he managed to keep his actions in check using a lot of willpower but glitched once, when he asked her if she was ready for the real deal. That sounded way out of place. Luckily, he had managed to redeem himself.

“Pabo! You know you have to be patient with human mates, take it slow".

"I've known her for three weeks already. Sehun and his mate-"

"They saw each other every day for two weeks. They dated for two weeks since the moment they met. Two weeks. That’s fourteen dates. How many did you have?” his older sister asked and she witnessed Chanyeol burying his head in his knees. “Right. I thought so".

“What do I do?”. It was barely impossible to hear him, the sound muffled by the position he was in.

“We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry”, his Noona plopped down next to him and caressed his back. Chanyeol had been blessed with an older sister like her. She was always there for him. She would scold him, but then she would do everything she could to help him. “So… Let me get this straight. You two had sex. She’s now in your room. Did she mention anything to you about loving you or liking you? Is she still sleeping or have you two spoken already?”

“She’s still sleeping. Neither of us confessed anything last night”, Chanyeol summarized the facts.

“Ok…” His sister nodded. “Let me think” and she got up to pace around the room whilst Chanyeol raised his head towards her, feeling hopeless. “If I were her…” She thought. “Hmmm… Ah!”

“What?”

“I know!” She exclaimed. “What we’re going to do is… We’re going to make her feel at home and make sure she feels she’s welcome here despite being your student. That’s very important. And you, you’re going to tell her you like her”

“Ya! I could’ve come up with such a plan myself. Telling her I like her isn’t easy”, Chanyeol got up, slightly irritated. “Do you know how hard it is to mentally prepare yourself for the thousand ways she can reject me? I’m too nervous to do this. Besides, I don’t even know if I can get myself to say those words”.

“That’s why girls write love letters”.

“I’m not a girl, I’m not writing a love letter and perfuming it with roses”, Chanyeol crossed his arms stubborn.

“Then find another way”, his sister urged him. “Think, Chanyeol. You're aiming for a PhD; how hard can it be to use your brains for something else than Neuroscience?”

Chanyeol kept pacing around his sister’s room. With his guitar, he had been working on a song for (y/n) in his free time, but the song wasn’t finished yet and he did not trust he could sing clearly without a twenty-minute warm-up. He first wanted to perfect it before singing it to her.

It felt like the Gods were helping him when his eyes caught sight of a small object on his sister’s desk. It was the perfect plan. “Hey, do you mind if I lend your voice recorder?”

Chanyeol snuck into his room again, holding onto some clothes he had lend from his older sister. He tip-toed towards the bathroom that was shared between his and Kyungsoo’s room and left them there, suddenly hearing (y/n)’s cries.

“Dad”, he heard her twist and turn her head in the bed and he ran towards her, finding her having a nightmare. She was pinching her closed eyes and sweat began to appear on her forehead.

Chanyeol climbed on to the bed and held her hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand to soothe her. It worked miraculously. After a few seconds, (y/n)’s complexion relaxed and she smiled in her sleep. Soon after, she opened her eyes.

“I – uh. Sorry. You were having a bad dream”, Chanyeol quickly let go of (y/n)’s hand and pushed himself back as to not seem like he invaded her private space.

“No, thank you. It helped”, (y/n) pushed herself up against the headboard, her palms flat on the matrass.

“You were calling for your dad. Had a dream about him?”, Chanyeol was worried. She had been sleeping peacefully until he had left her.

“When I get nightmares I always call for my dad. It’s a habit. Whenever I’m scared or nervous I always call for him in my mind… but he never shows. My dad raised me, but left when I was twelve. My parents weren’t on the same page when it came to parenting. They’re opposites. My dad was always there for me and he was sweet and kind and loving, while my mom is very strict with a large variety of rules and she prefers for me to suffer so I can become a strong and independent woman. She’s the one who made my dad leave.”

“I’m sorry”, Chanyeol felt sorry for her, but somewhere he was happy that she shared that with him. They were getting closer.

“It’s not your fault. He sends me letters. And gifts”, (y/n) smiled. “Every birthday, every important event in my life such as high school graduation, start of college. He doesn’t even miss Christmas. Last year he got me-”, she stopped midsentence and scratched the back of her head. “Wow, I’m not sure what’s with me today. I never told anybody about any of this” and let her head drop, only to discover she was still naked and her boobs were out in the open for Chanyeol to watch. “Oh my god and especially not naked”, she grabbed the sheets and pulled it over her, her head included.

“I swear I wasn’t watching”, Chanyeol laughed. He hadn’t even given them attention; he had been too focused on what she was saying for him to notice that they were on display. “I left some of my sister’s clothes in the bathroom. You can take a shower and change there”. He rubbed his hand on the blob in the sheets, knowing her head was there. “I’ll get you some water in the meanwhile. Your body has slept for an entire night and needs to hydrate”, he smiled at her shyly hidden posture under the sheets and got off the bed, leaving the room. Nevertheless, he turned around once more to catch a glimpse of her cuteness.

“I’m here”, Chanyeol’s sister walked in to the bedroom, her hands stuffed with several facial products.

“She just got out of the shower”, Chanyeol said, putting his guitar down. He had been trying to practice a little but was distracted by the scent of (y/n). She had used his male shower gel and it was a surprisingly attractive combination with her fragrance.

“Ah, perfect. I got Suho to help you out with that one thing, so don’t worry about that”, his sister walked towards the bathroom door.

“Noona”, Chanyeol called after her, wanting to say something but decided to hold his tongue.

“Don’t worry. I can sell the news, sure I can sell my little brother too”, she winked and knocked on the bathroom door. “(y/n)”, she called. “I’m Park Yoora. Chanyeol’s older sister. Mind if I come in?”

“Make-up remover, thought you might need it”, Yoora shook the bottle as she opened the door to the bathroom and witnessed (y/n) trying to clean her face with whatever she found in the bathroom that was used solely by males.

“You’re an angel”, (y/n) said and bowed to introduce herself. “I’m Jang (y/n)”. Yoora slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, but that didn’t mean Chanyeol couldn’t hear their conversation anymore. “You’re the news anchor?”

“Yes. That’s me. Look, I’ve got you completely covered. I’ve brought makeup removal, facial cleansing oil or, should you have oily skin, I also have milk based cleanser, tonic, essence, moisturizer”, Chanyeol heard all the bottles being thrown in the sink. So that’s how she was going to make (y/n) feel at home. “Overkill for your usual routine?”

“Only slightly. I don’t use essences or ampoules or masks or serums”.

“You wouldn’t say? From what I can see you have perfect skin. Can I touch it? Oooh it’s soft. Blessed with good skin and good features. You could pose as a siren”, Chanyeol bit his tongue in horror and shook the moment he heard the word Siren. Why wasn’t his sister cautious with her words?

“Pose as a what?”

“Ah nothing. I just meant… In Greek mythology you’ve got these women who looked very attractive and could sing and they lured sailors over and then ate them… Sirens. Man-eaters… You look like you could get any guy… In my head it sounded a lot less offensive, sorry”. Truth to be told, Sirens were a real thing. There were very few of them, maybe ten alive at the same time. Sirens, like witches, were part of nature and some were born without having magical parents. Unlike witches however, Sirens usually ate their men before they could get to the actual deed of procreation, which explained why there weren’t so many of them. None of them had sexual intercourse.

In the real world, Siren’s didn’t eat sailors but young males to keep their beauty and their psychological powers. They could compel anyone. They were masters of the mind and were considered amongst the most dangerous of creatures. They could adapt anyone’s memories, make people forget things, make people do things against their will, they could control anyone. To his luck, Chanyeol had never encountered one before and his mate couldn’t be one of them, or he’d be dead by now.

“It’s ok. I get where you were coming from, but a little farfetched”, (y/n) replied. Chanyeol let out a sigh, his sister managed to save the situation.

“You know… my brother usually doesn’t bring girls home. I know you’re one of his students but considering your ages I can understand that things turn out differently than what seems right. If my brother brought you here, I believe he thinks you’re special and if that’s the case, I need you to know that nobody here will judge either of you, no matter what you decide to do”.

“News travels fast, doesn’t it?”

“As a news anchor I can only confirm that”.

His sister had only left a few minutes ago and Chanyeol was patiently waiting for (y/n) to come out of the bathroom, sitting on his bed. He looked up as he heard her touch the doorknob to come out.

“Hey”, Chanyeol held up (y/n)’s red high heels. “I’ve got your red heels…”, he imagined how those would match the classic outfit Yoora composed of a light blue jeans and a white shirt. He looked up at her, trying to project the image onto her and out of his own will, traced the lines of her necklace that disappeared into her cleavage. That goddamn necklace. Just remembering its blackness already made him shudder.

"High heels in the morning, I prefer not”, (y/n) shook her head as she smiled. “I want to walk around flat for a while".

"Of course. Do you need me to ask my sister-”

“I’m fine. I like walking around bare-footed. Even outside. My mom tells me to wear high heels the entire time, so I like walking around without them. I always do it when she’s not watching”. Chanyeol felt rejected, but nodded. “Would you know what the fastest way to the city is? I’ve slept in late and I’ve got one of those big Sunday family lunch dinners to attend to”. Every time (y/n) said she had to leave or wanted to leave, it left a cut on Chanyeol’s heart. He wanted her to stay with him and not leave anymore.

“I can drive you. It’s Sunday so there aren’t much busses to the city. Two today, I think”, he suggested instead.

(y/n) was waiting outside while Chanyeol was watching her from a window in the grand hallway of the Main mansion. He had told her he forgot his car keys and would go grab them, but he was planning something else. He had already send Suho a text to inform him of (y/n)’s location and that he was waiting for action.

This was the only way he could do it. He was too scared to say it out loud in front of her. Despite his looks, Chanyeol was a very sensitive person and worried too much, especially when he had to overcome the problems he had caused himself from being too impulsive.

There she was. Chanyeol saw a little girl, one of his wolf-pack, arriving with three balloons. There was one green, one yellow and one red balloon. She walked steady towards (y/n) and called for her once she was almost there.

“Unnie”. (y/n) looked at the little girl and squatted through her legs to make it easier for her.

“Hey there, little girl. Some beautiful balloons you’ve got there”, she beamed as she glanced at them.

“They told me to give them to you”.

“To me?!” (y/n) pointed at herself, her mouth slightly agape out of surprise.

“Together with this”. In her small hands, the girl had a small device that looked like an old mp3 player. A chord of in-ear earbuds was wrapped around it. “They said to press play”.

“They? Who are they?” (y/n) asked but the girl had vowed not to say anything. Once (y/n) grabbed hold of the device and the balloons, the girl turned around and ran away on her cute pink sandals. She had done her job.

(y/n) stood up and unwrapped the in-ear earbuds cord from the device, which revealed to be a voice recorder, and placed them in her ears, looking at the balloons briefly before pressing the play button.

(y/n)

He did not have to introduce himself. His voice stuck out really well and he knew she recognized his voice by seeing her so pleased.

Before I take you home, I have one small mission for you. In your hand you have three balloons. A green one, a yellow one and a red one. I’m going to tell you something and ask you a question. Then you will respond to me by letting go of the balloon that pairs with the answer of your choice. Red stands for No. Yellow stands for Maybe and Green stands for Yes.

You might call me crazy but I’m going to say it anyways. I like you. From the first lecture when you sat in my lecture hall, I have not been able to keep my eyes off of you. You have the most beautiful smile, you’re very sweet and kind. By the few I have seen from you, I can tell you have a good heart.

I have wanted to approach you since day one. If it hadn’t been because I am your lecturer I would’ve been blunter and sat down for a chat with you, asked you out, dated you, but I had always been too scared because it’s not done that a lecturer dates his student. So I took a distance.

Last night when I saw you at that festival, you can’t imagine how ecstatic I was, seeing you out of the university. I could not withhold myself, I had to talk to you. I swear, I didn’t plan on what happened last night, but it got me to believe that this thing, this thing that feels so right but what we’ve been taught is wrong, is a mutual feeling. You make my heart go badum badum badum. Being around you makes me really happy. I want to make you feel the same. I want you to be the happiest girl on earth. I want to be given the chance to lift you on cloud nine, because I am convinced that, regardless we still have to learn a lot about each other, that I can definitely bring you there.

So, what I would like to ask you. Will you be my girlfriend?

If nerves could kill, Chanyeol would’ve died by now. He could even hear his own recording and he knew it had finished. Which balloon was she going to let go?

(y/n) looked up at the balloons once again before fiddling in her purse to find a pen and a small notepad. She sank through her knees, using them to stable the notepad on it this time so she could write. This made Chanyeol even more nervous. How hard could it be to just let go of one?

And if he thought that was the most stressed one person could be, he had not anticipated seeing Buttercup on the scene.

“No no no no no. Not now. Please not now”, Chanyeol could see Buttercup holding a needle in her tiny hands to pop the balloons. “Throw a bucket of paint over my car instead but don’t do this, please”, he was begging, his hands clustered in his hair.

As if on cue to Chanyeol’s words, (y/n) turned her head around towards Buttercup who was nearing the green balloon. Of course she was going to pop the green one.

Chanyeol witnessed (y/n) watching in the direction of Buttercup, who was now so close to (y/n) and hidden behind her that he couldn’t even see the pixie anymore. What was happening? He had no idea but after ten seconds, (y/n) casually turned her head back to her notepad and continued writing whilst Buttercup was nowhere to be spotted. His Yes balloon was safe.

With her pen, (y/n) made a hole in the paper that she ripped off the notebook and fastened it onto the green balloon. She then stared only at that one and her lips finally lifted into a smile as she let go of it, tracing it with her eyes as the balloon carried her message into the sky.

“Found your car keys?”, (y/n) asked when Chanyeol came outside, walking down the porch.

“Better. Found myself a girlfriend”, he replied with a smirk.

“Oh? Who’s the lucky girl?” (y/n) grinned as she asked and Chanyeol went along.

“Some pabo that always called me Professor Park until last night. I really liked it when she used my first name”.

“I should try that, Assistant Professor Park”

“Oh so now you’re finally getting it right?” Chanyeol gave her a kiss on her forehead and then looked up at the two other balloons she was still holding on to.

“I’m just kidding. I’ll call you Chanyeol from now on, unless we’re in class”.

“Say that again”, he asked almost seriously.

“I’ll call-”

“No no. My name. My name”.

“Chanyeol”, she said in the sweetest voice she could. It was almost silly how much Chanyeol liked it.

“Good. You wrote something down on paper? A message for me I’ll never get?” he asked. He had no idea where that balloon would land. If he had known before, he would’ve asked one of the pack’s witches to use a spell on it.

“Nothing important. Just that your perfect ears and neck belong to me now”, she chuckled.

“My ears and neck?”, Chanyeol cracked.

“Don’t laugh, they really are outstanding features of you I really like”.

“Go easy on them, they have a lot of sensitive spots”.

“I promise!” she stuck out her hand flat like a girl’s scout. “Hey, just one thing. Why do I have to let go of the option I choose for? It doesn’t make sense that I let that one float away and hold onto the others. I should hold onto the one of my choosing. It’s not logical”

“Are you questioning me and my creative ideas?” Chanyeol raised an eyebrow at her but kept smiling. “You’re still holding onto the other ones because the choice that you’ve made is not an obligation. You hold those as a sign that you are aware that anytime, should you change your mind, you can still tell me No or Maybe. This should be something we both want”.

“I never looked at it this way”.

“Let’s get you home before you’re too late for lunch”.

As he got onto the highway towards the city’s centre, Chanyeol grasped hold of (y/n)’s hand. These were the little things he had always dreamed of doing with his mate. Holding hands whilst he drove was somewhere on top of that list. Her little palm fit perfectly in his large one. He was already dreaming about how, starting the same evening, he’d learn the pleasure of never-ending phone calls and texting now that he had entered his own number in her smartphone under the contact name Assistant Boyfriend Park.

They talked about a wide variety of subjects, including how Chanyeol’s mom and dad owned a pasta restaurant and a bar in the city respectively, covering the reasons they both went into neuroscience, which was the same fascination for the subject. (y/n) also elaborated on her dad that she talked about earlier that morning and before they knew it, they had arrived at their destination.

“I have five minutes left to get up there”, (y/n) pointed at the big hotel building, at one of the top floors. She had requested he drove her to the lunch venue, otherwise she was going to be late. “Important dinner it is, if it’s held in this hotel”, Chanyeol eyed the building and identified it as one of the most expensive hotels from the area.

“Yeah”, she put on her red heels.

“Text me when you’re home”, Chanyeol asked and (y/n) nodded.

“I will. You drive carefully”.

“Did I not drive carefully?”

“You did. But you had a girl with you. You pulled up suspiciously quick for someone who drives exactly the speed limit”, she beamed.

“I got caught, didn’t I?”

“You did”, (y/n) leaned in to Chanyeol and held her arm around his waist and so did Chanyeol, both of them puckering their lips onto each other, above the gear stick. Unlike the night before, their kiss was carefree loving and sweet. They both knew the other liked them, so they didn’t withhold their lips to tell the same.

Chanyeol immediately missed her when she got out of the car and disappeared into the hotel lobby. This was something he was never going to be able to fix. Missing her when she wasn’t with him. Having asked her to be his girlfriend, he could see her more often and avoid either of them having absence sickness. But it was still there, and it was a real threat.

“Kyungsoo-ah”, Chanyeol called for him in his car.

“Hyung”.

“I’ve seen three of them again, when I drove out of town”, Chanyeol pulled up and left back home. There was still a witch tomb to be cleaned today.

“The board is already investigating”, Kyungsoo assured him.

“It’s been five weeks now. They have been around our town for five weeks. What’s taking them so long? Why aren’t we informed?”

“Have you tried asking your parents? They’re on the board too”.

“Didn’t get the opportunity to. I’ll see if I can pay my home a visit tonight”

“Keep me up to date”.

“I will”.

-> Part 4

Author’s note: 40 minutes later than I promised + not my best writing. It has been a horrible week at work and I was too stressed out to even start writing when I came home from work.

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