TW/Warnings: 18+ included some gore, a scene with vomit, violence, murder, smut in future chapters, multiple sexual conversations, religious talk relating to God and the devil
Plot: Ahn Jung is a 25 year old office worker who underwent eye transplant surgery, she never thought that the donor would be a demon.
Note:
Though I haven’t had it in me to repost all my fics… Specifically the ones dear to me, I do want to try and start sharing my stories again. That being said here is a fic I’ve had sitting in my files for a while. Similar to my old fics please read all the warnings before going into the story. I missed writing action scenes so I hope this gets me back in track. Happy Friday everyone!
Person A: “….Why are you wearing a crown made out of plastic knives?”
Person B: “(Child) has named me ruler of the bounteous domain that is our house, and apparently you can’t be a proper ruler if you don’t have a crown.”
Person A: “And the mountain of blankets and pillows?”
you walk into your house, only to find everything as quiet as possible. chanyeol is seated at the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows, and a handmade crown placed on his head. he turns around to see you, the movie playing on the tv forgotten now.
“hey, babe”, he smiles at you.
“hi…?”, you kind of ask him, taking off your shoes and walking up to him. “what is all of this?”
“what?”
you point at the state of your couch, and then at his head. “what… how… why are you wearing a crown made out of plastic knives?”
chanyeol looks up, like he could see the said crown.
“yeah, well… sungyeon has made me ruler of the bounteous domain that is our house, and apparently you can’t be a proper ruler if you don’t have a crown.”
you bite your lip, shaking your head at his answer.
“and the mountain of blankets and pillows?”
“ny glorious throne, obviously”, he says as if it was the easiest thing to see.
“obviously”, you sarcastically agrees. “and where is princess park sungyeon now?”
“resting. i made her take a shower and put her to take a nap before you arrived, so we can cook dinner in peace.”
you sigh at his words, a smiling taking over your face.
“thanks, babe”, you take a few steps closer to him, getting in between his legs and leaning in to kiss his lips. “i was thinking we could go out for dinner with her, though? i’m really tired, i don’t want to cook.”
“oh, thank god!”
chanyeol closes his eyes and relaxes, hands resting on your hips. “she’s a lot to handle, you know? i didn’t think a 6 years old could be this energetic.”
“yeah, just like her father, apparently…”
pinching chanyeol’s cheek, you turn your back to him and start to walk away.
“i’m not that bad”, he pouts.
“take off that crown and then i’ll take you seriously, ruler.”
The whole city was asleep as you were running through the empty streets. The phone was still in your hand after you had received another one of his calls.
That usual,distorted robotic voice you had gotten used to by the time,but that you would’ve never forgotten.
His threats weren’t new,but you didn’t matter as long as they were directed to you;otherwise you cared now that he had told you he was on his way to your boyfriend’s house.
With your breath stuck in your throat,you crossed the last street that was separating you from Chanyeol’s house, and started banging your hands against the cold wood of his door.
“Yeol! Yeol! Open the door! Open the door please,it’s me!”
You didn’t get any answer.
Panicked,with your hands shaking,you grabbed your phone and clicked on the contact saved as “Babe🩷”.
“The number you have digited is occupied at the moment,please,try again later”
At those words you swore and kicked your feet.
“Yeol! Yeol!” you called again. Finally,the door opened,revealing the messy hair of your boyfriend
“Why are you screaming in the middle of the night?” he asked,confused.
You looked around and pushed the brunette inside the house,locking the door and all the windows frenetically.
“Babe,what are you doing?” he demanded
“He’s coming!” you exclaimed
“Who?”
“You know who…”
At those words,Chanyeol’s eyes widened and his pinky skin got pale
“He called you?”
“Of course he did,he said that he’s coming at your place. I don’t want you to get hurt babe” you hugged the boy,who hugged you back
“You don’t have to worry about me” he whispered in your hear
“Of course I do!” you snuggled in his black hoodie
“No sweetheart,you really don’t have to worry about me” the tone of his voice suddenly changed,getting deeper and…creepy.
You rose your head,ready to push him away,when his grip tightened around your waist. A strange light crossed his eyes,making you shiver.
“Don’t jo-“ you didn’t have the time to finish the sentence as your abdomen got brutally pierces by a knife you knew very well.
Blood started dripping from your flesh,staining your jacket,the carpet… and Chanyeol’s hands,the same hand that,until that moment,had held you dearly.
You fell on the ground,trying to drag yourself away from him,but you failed:you could barely move.
Chanyeol looked at you with a smirk on his lips as he opened a near cupboard,revealing ghost face’s mask
“I told you you didn’t have to worry about me” he smirked.
You were looking at him frightened,tears rolling down your cheeks because of both the emotional and physical damage you had just received.
You should’ve known it:it was the boyfriend the first time
“Fucking bastard,I trusted you” you murmured,blood running out from your lips as well now
“I know dear,that was your mistake” he stepped closer,grabbing your throat to push you down.
Your back hit the cold ground. You tried to escape but he was too strong while you were getting too weak due to the blood loss.
Chanyeol looked at you from above,his smirk widened,turning into a psychotic smile you had seen only in movies…but that was a movie after all:it was Stab 7.
The boy showed you the stained knife,waving it right in front of your eyes before digging its tip in your abdomen once again.
A gasp of pain escaped your lips as your sight started becoming blurry.
Chanyeol began to stab you multiple times:
one..
two…
three..
four…
Until the last thing you could see was his face covered in blood
“Good night darling,you will always be Ghost face’s favorite victim” he said,putting the mask on.
TW/Warnings: 18+ included some gore, a scene with vomit, violence, murder, smut in future chapters, multiple sexual conversations, religious talk relating to God and the devil
Plot: Ahn Jung is a 25 year old office worker who underwent eye transplant surgery, she never thought that the donor would be a demon.
Note:
Happy spooky season! Honestly this is a story I’ve been posting since earlier last year and it’s up to chapter 23 on Wattpad, for any new readers if you prefer to read on tumblr I’m trying to upload the chapters here quickly! :)
Masterpost is here
Part 5 - Great, Angels.
Chanyeol had a terrible night.
First, eight demons had come to attack Ahn in her sleep. He transported himself outside and scared them off.
Easy enough.
But then an Angel had to come.
He definitely hadn't expected that.
The second he had even tried to attack he was thrown back and slammed against the side of the building. The air knocked out of him in the process. This angel was small. Probably not as higher ranked as others. It was a tiny girl who looked around the age of twelve. She had normal brown curly hair and golden eyes. Chanyeol had underestimated her though.
She walked up to him, asking him what apartment was Ahn's and he had felt spiritual energy, so he assumed she was a demon. He flicked her little forehead and grinned. "Aren't you a little too young to be chasing eyeballs? Go find the light or something."
Her eyes then glowed and he knew he had fucked up. With one simple push she had him flying a good feet away. He got angry then. He got competitive. Chanyeol growled and went to attack and that's when he became very familiar with the construction of the building. He was surprised that Ahn hadn't woken up. Clearly that girl was stupid even while sleeping.
It worked in his favor either way.
He decided to distract the angel. Chanyeol grabbed her by her translucent wings and managed to get her as far as the next street over. The little girl stopped him by digging her feet into the gravel and reaching up to grab his neck. Like some damned human pro-wrestler she flipped him over and crushed him flat against the cement. The wind knocked out of him twice now. He gasped. "Aren't angels supposed to be about love and peace?"
She was incredibly strong. He needed to use his fire to get out. Chanyeol shot out flames towards her and they were blocked immediately by whatever force protected angels here on earth. So instead, he ran. Chanyeol transported himself ten feet away and she followed right after.
He shot two more flames and this time the angel staggered back.
"You're not being very nice." Her voice was young and innocent.
"I'm a demon." He shrugged, trying not to fall over. His ribs hurt and his clothes were covered in drywall and dust.
He was getting her further away from the apartment that was good at least. Now all he had to do was reach demon territory. Chanyeol transported twenty feet this time and she didn't hesitate to match it. He passed the busiest street trying not to crash into any humans who were still out enjoying the city night life.
They couldn't see them. Thank hell for that. Instead it felt like a gust of wind to them. A couple of hats were blown off and a lot of trash that lay on the streets. He finally reached the older building the humans kept around for no reason.
If he could reach the old liquor store....
A small hand gripped his shoulder.
Shit.
Chanyeol was shoved forward so violently his body was practically launched into the bar. His arms flailed as he crashed into old broken bottles and stools. The angel came after him but stopped, this was demon territory. She placed her small hands on the invisible wall and pounded on it.
He coughed and stood up. The angel lowered her eyes at him and backed away. "This isn't over. Ahn Jung is a special case now." With that her body became a ray of light that flew up towards the sky.
Now, Chanyeol took over an entire booth to himself. His legs draped over the table in the center. He was exhausted. His bones felt broken even with it being impossible to do so. This was getting annoying. If only he could rip the eyes off of Ahn instead.
Kiol and Kai walked over to him, pushing his legs off of the table. Chanyeol complained but they sat in the seats across from him. Both their faces were grave and mouths pressed into a thin line. "This is getting bad." Kiol muttered. "If heaven gets involved you're dead, and I'm not saying dead like right now or dead like going to hell I'm saying dead. Dead like you never existed, your entire soul gone."
"I know!" Chanyeol yelled at him. He ran a hand through his hair. All these years they hadn't cared and now they do?! Something had changed. He didn't know what though. What could have changed that would have heaven involved?
It's not like Ahn was special or different in any way....
Kai looked at Kiol and then at Chanyeol. "When we died, we said we would follow your lead in anything. We were together until the end."
"You two aren't my guards anymore. You haven't been for a very long time."
"Loyalty doesn't die with death." Kiol spoke sincerely.
Kai took off his silver ring and placed it on the table. Pinching the top end, he spun it until it became nothing but a circling blur. "We'll help you get your eyes back. It's time we get involved. All of us."
Chanyeol looked around the bar. All the higher ranked demons nodded and looked at him. They had all stood up to face him, to be there for him. Chanyeol smirked, who said demons couldn't team up?
"We all respect you here." Kiol reminded him. "We were all waiting for you. When you were cursed you promised us an era of darkness an era of vengeance."
The ring stopped spinning and clattered around the wood that was scratched and peeled of its burgundy paint from all sides. Chanyeol saw what Kai had been doing. His ring was a totem. Something he had used since before he died, if a human saw it, he could become close to them in no time. If they wore it, they became his slave. He didn't need to try the way Chanyeol did.
"Just give me a name." Kai spoke.
He had never felt so much demon energy in one place. His own hands seem to warm in response. Guess it had been a while since any of them were tested. Demons hated angels. If an angel got involved they became everyone's enemy. It became an opening for them to act out. Chanyeol racked his brain for a name. He wouldn't give him Ahn. That was his own problem to deal with but if he could make things easier for him then maybe....
"Sunja."
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Ahn stared at Requiem practicing their new dance cover. She sighed and tucked her legs to her knees. Baekhyun was at the center, like always. He danced well enough to deserve it though.
He even went as far as singing some of the lines to the song. Bastard. He sang better than the original artist too. Requiem had five members. Including Sunja who was at the back next to a guy named Trey, and another girl named Haeri. Aera was the second prettiest in the group and the one next to Baekhyun. They all danced in sync but it looked off... They were odd in numbers. The group who sang this song had six members. Ahn stood up ready to join but Baekhyun pointed at her while dancing. "No you don't! Not until those eyes of yours heal fully."
"You've been saying that for the past two years!" She whined.
Sunja pouted for her and Baekhyun stubbornly shook his head. "I won't be responsible for your eyes!"
"Then I'll take responsibility!" Ahn pushed.
"No!" Baekhyun smiled at her knowing it would piss her off. It did. Ahn ran up to him getting ready to kick him in the ass but he ran away breaking the formation of the dance. Haeri groaned and went to get a drink of water. Sunja cheered her on.
Trey went to join Haeri, while Aera watched them.
"Ya! Ya! Ya! Careful you can't bruise someone as cute as me, you know it's a crime in this country!" Baekhyun cried, backing away from her while she took a second to fix her glasses.
"Shut up, let me kick you!" Ahn swung her leg but only made contact with the side of his leg. Either way Baekhyun cried and fell pretending like it actually hurt. "You see what she does to your leader? This is abuse!" He cried.
"If she's doing that much work to beat you up, might as well let her dance." Aera muttered.
Ahn turned to look at her surprised. Requiem were all close. But if she had to rank them, Aera was probably third in her list. Aera was always nice when she said something. Plus she was pretty? It was almost unfair. Her limbs were long and her body was great. Her black hair was always healthy too... flowing down and almost reaching her hips. "Aera I swear you're always such an Angel." Ahn went towards her and hugged her. She was also older too, by a couple years being the same age as Baekhyun.
She stumbled but hugged her back laughing lightly.
"I am too!" Baekhyun stood and went to hug them but Ahn stopped him, pressing her hand on his forehead. Trey laughed at them while Haeri sighed looking a bit annoyed at everything.
"Who's hungry?" Sunja asked, holding her phone to her ear. "I'm ordering pizza."
Everyone cheered at that. Ahn sighed "Yes I'm so starving from doing nothing at all."
"I'm trying to look out for you, why can't you understand that! You need to be careful post surgery." Baekhyun then leaned in to hear what the pizza place was telling Sunja.
Ahn frowned. Careful. That sounded a lot like Chanyeol. Who had completely lied to her and disappeared at night. She had woken up scared and alone. He probably hadn't even lasted five minutes. Why would he even bother? If she was safe in her house he shouldn't have to stay. Ahn let go of Aera and walked over to get a drink of water from Sunja's water bottle.
Still, for claiming to be nice that hadn't been very nice.
"Where's your boyfriend today?" Baekhyun called out to her.
"You have a boyfriend?" Haeri asked, looking shocked.
"He's hot too!" Sunja added in and then apologized to the person taking her order on the phone.
Ahn felt her jaw drop. "He's not my boyfriend!"
"He's already ready for fourth base." Baekhyun winked.
Everyone was now looking at her. Ahn wanted to kill him all over again, he can never keep his mouth shut. She needed to think of something, he wasn't her boyfriend but he was going to spend a lot of time around her... probably. It didn't seem like he wanted to. Considering how he left last night. She sighed and shook her head "It's complicated." There, a truth that could be interpreted as something else.
"Well I'd like to see this hot boyfriend of yours." Haeri looked at Trey and he nodded back agreeing with her.
"Call him!" Baekhyun, it seems, decided not to be one bit helpful today. "He was really weird. It was kind of funny."
As if on cue, the doorknob to the practice room they rented started turning. Whoever was at the other end must be struggling because it turned left, then right and then left again. Ahn's heart dropped. Chanyeol. No. He was going to embarrass her! Ahn started walking towards the door, ready to push Chanyeol out if he entered but when it opened she was met with a completely different person.
She blinked.
He blinked back.
"Is that him?" Aera asked curiously.
He had green dyed hair. It was combed back and some strands showed colors of light brown. Despite it being summer, he wore a large black sweater with black and white cross stitched pants that had chains on them. Multiple rings on his fingers, also boots. He was wearing boots. How was he not sweating? That wasn't the most surprising part....
He was pretty. Chanyeol and Baekhyun level of pretty. His brown eyes were dark and filled with a warmth that reminded her of her old eyes.
"He looks like an idol!" Haeri behind her covered her mouth with her hands. "Is that really her boyfriend?"
"Hi-" He smiled awkwardly and waved at her like someone would if she were far away instead of in front of him. "I'm... Kai."
"Kai?" She asked.
"Uh...Yes-" He continued smiling and looked inside the room. His eyes landed on Sunja who was staring at him with eyes so wide, Ahn was afraid they'd fall out. "Oh hi!"
"Hi?!" Her voice came out in a squeak. She cleared her throat loudly. Baekhyun went to stand in front of Ahn and laughed. "Ya, what is it with all of these good looking men showing up? It's making me look bad. Who is this now Ahn?"
"I don't know?" She defended herself.
Kai placed a gentle hand on her shoulder as if to thank her and walked inside. He took the center of the room and started doing stretches. He lowered his body, stretching out his right leg first and cracking his neck. Aera was the first to speak up, she kneeled in front of him and frowned. "I'm sorry but we rented this room for the day. You might be in the wrong one."
"No, I'm in the right one." Kai stood and Aera stood with him. "I'm here to join. I want to be a part of your team."
"No!" Ahn ran up to him. "Sorry, we're all full you can't join, we haven't even held auditions in two years." Shit! If he joined, that meant Baekhyun would have even more reason not to let her practice with them. They would be an even number. Plus they would have three overly gorgeous people in the group. It'd help promote them a lot. Baekhyun seemed to be thinking the same thing, he was now grinning at her as if saying 'got you.'
Ahn narrowed her eyes at him but he was already walking up to Kai and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Welcome to the team!"
"You haven't even seen him dance!" Ahn snapped at him.
"Pretty people don't need to be talented. I'm just the exception."
"I can dance." Kai nodded confidently. "I used to dance traditional dances."
"As cool as that is, we dance more modern choreography." Ahn frowned at him.
Baekhyun took out the remote from his pocket and played the first song. "If you can follow and learn this, you're in, how about that?" He asked him.
Kai smiled and nodded. "Sounds good!"
Baekhyun clapped his hands together and lost his playful smile. When he danced specific songs like these he was an entirely different person. He was actually cool and even sexy. He knew how to move and she always wanted to dance beside him, but she couldn't. Ahn went to sit by Haeri, annoyed at the entire situation. Kai stood beside him and copied some of the movements quickly. After the first chorus he already had down the main movements to the song.
"They look like members of an idol group now, don't they?" Trey asked, looking at them and analyzing their foot movements.
Haeri nodded, completely entranced. Sunja was also staring at them, in fact she might actually be close to drooling. Ahn tried meeting her gaze to tell her to calm down but no luck, her eyes were glued to Kai. The song was coming to an end and they were both now dancing in sync. As if they had practiced the song a million times already. For a second, Ahn wondered if they were holding Baekhyun back. He could easily be famous if he wanted to be. She wondered why he hasn't actually tried alone.
The song finally ended and a new one started but Baekhyun was now smiling from ear to ear as he shook Kai's hand. Ahn frowned even more. Of course he'd make it in after that, even she couldn't deny his talent.
"Welcome to the team!" Baekhyun announced loudly.
"Welcome!" Sunja shrieked with joy, walking over to them and introducing herself immediately. Kai smiled gently at her and bowed politely. Haeri and Trey stood to welcome him and Aera joined. They were all surrounding him now, Kai seemed like a nice guy at least. His eyes were glowing and his face brightened with each person that said hi to him as if he enjoyed making friends.
That made two of them. Baekhyun caught her smiling and walked over to her offering his hand. She took it and he pulled her up, Ahn went towards everyone while Baekhyun stood behind and watched.
"Sorry for being rude before..." Ahn muttered awkwardly. "You're talented. Welcome to the team."
"Thank you! I hope we can be friends soon." Kai bowed to her.
After that Sunja announced the pizza was here. Yet they had wasted all their rehearsal time. Everyone was forced to pack up and go eat downstairs in the building's lobby. Ahn grabbed her unused things and followed everyone out. She and Baekhyun had been the last ones in the room, she waited for him as he turned off the lights and locked the door.
Baekhyun turned to look back at her and sighed, "You know there are groups with seven members? We're not replacing you, don't worry." He patted her head. "Just focus on healing and come back to us when you can give it your all."
Ahn grumbled a couple curse words at him and he pretended to be offended as he scoffed and ran away from her. She laughed but didn't follow. Instead she walked towards the window. It was a habit she decided to make this morning after realizing Chanyeol was gone. Check if there were any demons following her. It didn't seem like there were any waiting below today. The streets looked normal and the sky looked sunny.
Ahn turned back and saw Chanyeol who had bruises all over him.
Part 6: Not all those who are dead, are evil
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They were in the forest again.
The large branches of the trees covered any sunlight that was left for the day. Her stomach grumbled but she ignored it. Ahn looked back at Chanyeol who had carried her here again. Since he didn't know how to land he had decided to drop her in a particularly soft area before they crashed, now her dance clothes were muddy but at least she hadn't gotten hurt.
Wiping the lense of her glasses with her shirt, Ahn waited until Chanyeol said something. He was unusually quiet today. When he didn't, she decided to speak- "Where'd you go last night?"
"Why? Did you miss me?" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.
"You're hurt."
Chanyeol sighed. "There were some complications last night... let's just say it's getting harder to protect you." He raised a hand. "I'm not saying this so you feel pressured to do the contract with me."
Ahn put her glasses back. Her vision was done for the day again. If it got any darker she wouldn't be able to see.
"You gained some... abilities with my eyes-" Chanyeol started. "I brought you here today to practice them."
She didn't like the sound of that. It was just more trouble for her. She didn't want to be defenseless though. Ahn wanted to be able to protect herself or if it came down to it someone else. Ahn remembered how useless she felt when she wanted to protect Gabriel. How impossible it sounded. How her fingers fumbled through the chains on the door and lost hope every second. Never again.
She also hated how she had woken up afraid because Chanyeol hadn't been there. Despite yelling at him and being angry, she had been disappointed he wasn't there.
"What do I do?" She asked.
Chanyeol looked pleasantly surprised at her answer. He walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her around. She was now facing a large conifer tree. Its green needles poked from every end, covering the trunk entirely.
"I want you to be able to see the spirits surrounding it."
"No." She backed into him. "Not that. I don't want to do that."
He sighed, sounding impatient. "If you don't do this you won't be able to see all the threats around you. Now hurry. Relax your eyes, it's not about the state of your vision but your spiritual energy. You have demon energy now. So relax and don't focus on anything in particular, just stare and see around the tree."
Ahn bit her lip but listened to his instructions. She relaxed her already blurry vision and focused on not focusing. After ten seconds or so, she started seeing images. They were bright and moved like feathers in the wind. Swaying softly. They slowly got bigger until she noticed those had been the heads of the figures. The bodies formed, and soon they were shadows of light and earth.
The spirits were made of passing leaves and sticks but their bodies were so delicate, they were see through. They weren't looking at her or Chanyeol. Instead, they seemed to be circling around the tree. One looked like it was even dancing. When the wind blew this time, she heard their laughter.
Children laughing happily.
"Why is it almost beautiful?" Ahn whispered.
"Because not all who are dead are evil." Chanyeol explained. "These spirits are new. Fresh, probably two days old. Kids from the hospital nearby I'd guess. Sometimes it takes a while for spirits to see the light, if they're pure enough they'll see a heaven before heaven like right now. They seem to be playing tag with each other. I'm surprised you see them, they're the hardest to detect."
Ahn watched them run around and around the tree. As beautiful as it was, it was also sad. She wanted to hug them. Tell them it was okay to go. Chanyeol walked away from her and towards the playing spirits. This time she heard screaming. They were afraid of him. The children ran away from the tree and passed her, blowing her hair back in the process. The light darkened around wherever Chanyeol stepped. It was now empty around the tree except for him and his energy. Red. His energy was red, she could see that much. "Sometimes it's better to wake them up before it's too late." He muttered.
Ahn turned back, she couldn't see the kids anymore but now she could see a thousand other shadows walking around. Minding their business. As if an entire city was here. Yet none came near Chanyeol or her. He was a demon.... It was suddenly much more clear to her. Ahn didn't react because she didn't know the level of threat a demon caused, but now it made sense.
Even ghosts were afraid of him. If that was the case... she looked at him now.
He was so beautiful, but maybe that was the point.
Was he beautiful so he could be evil?
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When they reached her apartment, Ahn decided not to try and see more shadows. She could handle it in the forest but probably not in her own home.
She opened the door and let them both in. Chanyeol tucked his hands in his pockets and quietly inspected her place for any intruders. She was too occupied by her own thoughts. If he's evil, why was he searching for someone who might hurt her? If he's evil why hasn't he hurt her? Sure, she had his eyes but could it be that Chanyeol wasn't evil? But aren't demons evil?
Ahn sat on her bed, annoyed at the headache that was coming with all the thinking. Instead she checked her phone. All her friends had texted her and the requiem group chat seemed to be lively. They had already added Kai in it. He texted very cutely. A lot of laughing and even sending some selfies which everyone replied to with comments of how good looking and cute he is.
"He's fitting in well." Ahn muttered.
"Who?" Chanyeol asked, coming back from inspecting her bathroom. He sat down on her floor and stared up at her.
From this angle she couldn't possibly imagine him being evil.
"Just some guy who joined our dance team today. He's really handsome. Probably more handsome than you."
Chanyeol snorted. "That's impossible."
"I wouldn't be so sure-" She clicked on Kai's picture and showed it to him. Chanyeol grabbed her phone and stood up. "That idiot!" He muttered.
"What?"
"Ya! How is he better looking than me!?" He demanded continuing to stare at the selfie.
"He looks kind and sweet. That's always a green flag for women."
"I can do that!"
It was Ahn's turn to snort. "You can barely keep your temper in. He made friends with Sunja and Baekhyun immediately while you just tried fighting them and getting them mad."
"Fine I'll be friends with your friends! I want to be friends with anyone who's close to you and treats you well." Chanyeol gave her phone back.
"Stop saying things like that! It's embarrassing...the way you say things!" Ahn covered her face knowing it was red again. Does he even realize how flirty he sounded!?
How boyfriend-ish?
"Does it make me nice?" He asked suddenly.
Ahn bursted out laughing. She shook her head and went to sit in the bed. "It does, but it gives the wrong impression. It makes you sound like my boyfriend."
"That would be horrible."
Ahn frowned and took her hands off her face. "It would, wouldn't it? I don't know much about you but I feel bad for any girl who's ever been with you."
Chanyeol crossed his arms and looked at her, tilting his head to the side. "Then why is your face heating?"
He sighed and walked to her bathroom. When he came back he handed her the eye drops. "They're getting better. Let's not ruin it."
Ahn took the bottle, still embarrassed at what he said. There was no way she could have a conversation like this with someone evil...
Right?
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Kai and Chanyeol stared at the small phone in complete confusion. Or maybe complete horror. It took a lot to scare a demon, it might be near impossible, but yet here they were.
"Ya! Who told you to sleep with a human?" Chanyeol slapped Kai's arm, making sure it would hurt him.
Kai winced and shook his head wildly. "No, I promise I didn't! I didn't do any of this?"
Chanyeol was going to punch him next but Kiol showed up, handing them both drinks. "What's going on now?"
"Ask him!" Chanyeol shouted, annoyed.
"I swear I didn't do anything!"
Kiol took the phone and started reading, he then laughed and gave them back the phone. "It's a fanfic. It's all fictional."
"What does that mean?" Chanyeol demanded.
"It means someone liked him enough to write a fictional book about him. Actually it's very normal these days." Kiol chuckled. "Seems like both of you are behind on modern day things."
Chanyeol skimmed through the story. In this story they wrote Kai was some superpowered human with the ability to teleport. Also the ability to grow his dick into an abnormal size. Chanyeol sighed in relief, humans are scary. They're so intuitive without realizing it. Kai was leaning in, reading with him. "I sound kind of cool, don't I?"
"Who wrote this?"
"I don't know. Baekhyun sent it to me and told me to have fun."
"You're getting awfully close to them aren't you?"
"Wasn't that my job? I even made sure they all saw my ring that day."
Chanyeol glared, not happy with the situation again. Yes that was his job but if he had such a thing written about him did that mean Chanyeol was behind? He had been a lot nicer these days but if Ahn wasn't writing a fanfic about him does that mean he failed again?
She was never going to do the contract with him at this rate.
He grabbed Kai's shoulder and his friend looked at him with a wary look. "Help me join their group."
Warnings: none currently, may change throughout the series
Words: 1,094
A/N: As always, if you like the fic please like, reblog or reply! I’d love to know what you think
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Park Chanyeol is just about the smuggest dickhead you’ve ever met, and now you’re forced to cooperate with him.
You never really thought having to do partner work on projects at university would be an issue, you’d been paired up with plenty of people with no problem at all. Chanyeol though, Chanyeol is a problem.
It’s not like he’s the worst person in the world, sometimes he can be fairly amusing, but the way he gets away with doing the bare minimum of work through his charm riles you up way too much. So you’re understandably annoyed when you check your email from your lecturer with a spreadsheet of who’s partnered with who, and find your name right next to Chanyeol’s.
You’ve heard many stories from your friends of how Chanyeol will barely contribute till the last minute, turning his portion of the work in the morning of a project being due some times. He knows he’s good at the degree, and that drives you up the wall that he won’t be a cooperative team member, only caring about his own grade.
You can’t help but groan audibly when you read his name, leading Kyungsoo, your friend you’re hanging with before class, to ask, “Who’s your partner? I got Minseok.”
You mumble out, “Lucky”, as you turn your phone screen to Kyungsoo, pointing at Chanyeol’s name.
Kyungsoo pulls a sympathetic face and says, “Man, I feel for you, I hated working in a group with him, partners is going to be way worse!”
“Thanks for the confidence, Soo.”
He laughs and says, “Speaking of that class, we should probably head towards the seminar room before we’re late.”
You nod, gathering up your items and following Kyungsoo to the room, idly chatting with him along the way.
As if the universe was looking to mess you around further, Chanyeol was standing outside the seminar room, laughing obnoxiously loudly at something his shorter friend has said.
You don’t manage to suppress your eye roll, Kyungsoo quietly laughing when he sees you do so. He stops on the other side of the seminar room door to Chanyeol and leans against the wall and you follow suit.
Your idle conversation with Kyungsoo is being interrupted moments later, and you hear Chanyeol’s voice say, “Ah! You’re my partner on the new project!”
Mentally reminding yourself to act nice, you turn to face Chanyeol and respond, “Yep that’s me!”
Chanyeol grins and you can’t deny that it’s sort of endearing, he responds, “Y/n, right? I’m Chanyeol.”
You can’t help but chuckle at him introducing himself when your names had been on the spreadsheet saying you were partners. Chanyeol seems to realise this as he says, “Ah right, you probably already know that.”
Deciding to take pity on him, you smile and say, “Yeah I do but thanks for introducing yourself anyway!”
Chanyeol grins back at you and then the two of you return to your conversations with your own friends. As your listening to Kyungsoo complain about another module he has that you don’t share, you find yourself thinking that maybe Chanyeol isn’t that bad. He seems like a nice enough guy, maybe your friends had been exaggerating.
That thought is quickly disproven once the seminar starts. Your lecturer tells you to sit in your pairs and after giving a run down of what’s expected of the project, sets you to all start planning together. You pull up a blank word document on your laptop and turn to Chanyeol as you ask, “Alright, what should our projects focus be?”
Chanyeol doesn’t look up from his phone, shrugging as he says, “Honestly pick whatever you prefer, I don’t really mind.”
You don’t hold back your annoyance as you say, “Seriously? We’re meant to be working on this together, you should at least have a say.”
Chanyeol’s eyes finally leave his phone to look at you, seeming a bit surprised at your response. He shrugs once more and says, “I don’t know, tell me your ideas and I guess I’ll say which one’s I like.”
You’re close to raising your voice at him from annoyance but seeing that the lecturer is glancing your way, you take a deep breath and begin typing down your ideas onto the word document. Rolling your eyes when Chanyeol goes back to his phone.
Coming up to the end of the seminar, you’ve managed to force Chanyeol to pick a project topic with you and decide which parts of the project you’ll each focus on specifically. You’re packing away your laptop and notebook when you see Chanyeol’s phone shoved in front of you.
Sending a quizzical look his way, you glance back down at his phone screen to see it open on a new contact. Chanyeol says, “You should put in your number so we can keep in contact about the project.”
You’re definitely surprised that Chanyeol’s initiating this when he’d been so reluctant to cooperate with you all class, but you still take his phone and put your number in, passing it back to him when your done.
Chanyeol smirks at you and says, “Easiest way to get such a pretty girls number”
You roll your eyes, picking up your bag as you stand up and walking off towards Kyungsoo. You can’t help but scoff at Chanyeol’s comment, thinking he’d never have a chance to get your number if it wasn’t for this project.
Chanyeol isn’t unattractive. He’s definitely one of the more conventionally attractive men on your course, but his personality puts you off him easily. You’ve never really liked the joker fuck boy types, and Chanyeol fits right into that category.
Kyungsoo swings an arm around your shoulder as you head out of the seminar room, introducing you to Minseok who walks out with you. Minseok already seems to be a much nicer partner than Chanyeol, and he gives you a sympathetic look when you begin to complain to Kyungsoo about your partner.
As you settle down at a table in the library about 10 minutes later with Kyungsoo and Minseok, your phone buzzes in your hand. Checking the notification you see it’s an unknown number messaging you.
Opening the message, you see it says, ‘so when can I see you next baby? - Chanyeol aka hottest guy you know’
You roll your eyes, typing back ‘next seminar session’ and then saving the number in your phone under the contact Pain in my ass.
You choose to ignore the frowning emoji Chanyeol sends back in return and get to work starting on the project.
She’s the maid’s daughter, smart, grounded, and completely out of place in the world of luxury and privilege. He’s the golden boy heir with a bad-boy streak, hiding his real self behind a carefully crafted mask.
When their lives intertwine under one roof, sparks fly, whether from heated arguments, stolen glances, or forbidden touches. As tension builds, secrets unravel, and hearts collide, they find themselves drawn together in ways neither can explain.
Genre : Chanyeol x fem!reader | High school AU! | Enemies to lovers | angst, smut
Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader
Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence, swearing alcohol and some spicy scenes .
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PS: it took me less time to write this than to create that edit 🤦🏻♀️ hope you’ll like it 💕
Chapter 1
The Park family’s estate was a world apart from the modest life N/A had known. Marble floors polished to a mirror shine, grandiose chandeliers sparkling like a sky of stars, sprawling green lawns stretching as far as the eye could see, she could hardly believe places like this existed outside of movies. And now, she was expected to live here. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was a guest who had overstayed her welcome the moment she walked through the doors.
As she helped her mother, Jina, carry in her things, she tried to focus on the task at hand, keeping her head down and hands busy. But she felt an unsettling sense of awareness that someone was watching her.
Looking up, she saw him, the Park family’s son, Chanyeol. Tall, broad-shouldered, and with that lazy, confident aura that seemed to drip from every part of him, Chanyeol was the picture of privilege. His gaze was sharp, piercing, and held an edge she couldn’t ignore. He looked at her as though she were an invader in his perfectly controlled world.
“Chanyeol, this is N/A,” his mother said in her practiced, polite tone. “She’ll be staying with us from now on. Isn’t that nice?”
His expression barely shifted. A flicker of disdain crossed his face as he muttered, “Sure,” barely audible, before looking away dismissively.
In that brief moment, she saw everything she needed to know about him. To Chanyeol, she wasn’t worth his time. But she wasn’t about to let his attitude ruin the chance her mother had fought so hard for her to have. So, she met his gaze, unflinching.
Chanyeol’s eyebrows lifted slightly, surprised by her audacity, before he turned on his heel and disappeared up the grand staircase without another word.
Her mother gently touched her shoulder. “It’ll take some getting used to,” Jina murmured, a touch of worry in her eyes. “But you’ll be fine. Just…give him some time.”
N/A nodded, though she wasn’t convinced. Deep down, she had the sense that Chanyeol wasn’t going to make this easy.
The next few weeks at the Park estate were a strange adjustment. N/A spent most of her time studying in her room, diving into her schoolwork as a way to escape the tension lingering in the air. Her days were an endless stream of textbooks, note-taking, and late nights, trying to maintain her status as a top student. She’d worked hard to get to the top, and she wasn’t about to let anything, least of all, a spoiled rich boy, distract her from her goals.
Chanyeol, however, seemed determined to make his presence known. She’d see him in passing, usually in the company of his best friends, Sehun and Baekhyun. They were like a trio of kings, walking down the school hallways with an air of privilege that kept everyone in awe and just a little afraid. Sehun had a cool, quiet charm, and Baekhyun’s quick wit and mischievous smile made him seem approachable, at least until he fell in step with Chanyeol.
In class, N/A kept her head down, focused. She wanted to blend in, to go unnoticed, but that was nearly impossible. Everyone knew who she was, thanks to Chanyeol. Whispers floated around her, murmurs about the “maid’s daughter,” about how she didn’t belong.
One afternoon, as she sat in the school library with her best friend, Nari, she could feel her frustration bubbling up.
“Chanyeol’s always been stubborn,” Nari whispered as she glanced over at him across the library, laughing with Sehun and Baekhyun as though he hadn’t a care in the world. “But I didn’t think he’d go this far. Maybe he’ll get over it.”
“Maybe,” N/A replied, her fingers tapping against the book she was trying to read. She glanced up, watching him laugh, his deep voice carrying across the room. She didn’t understand him at all, this boy who looked so perfect in every way but seemed to go out of his way to make her feel small. She wanted to ignore him, to pretend he didn’t exist. But each time she saw him, it felt impossible.
And Chanyeol wasn’t ignoring her as much as he pretended to. She caught him looking at her from time to time, as if sizing her up, like she was some puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. When he noticed her watching him in return, he’d smirk, his eyes glinting with something she couldn’t quite place.
Another evening, N/A was in the kitchen, helping her mother prepare dinner. She didn’t mind the work, it felt normal, something that reminded her of home, of a time when things were simpler.
But that evening, Chanyeol strolled into the kitchen, the relaxed swagger in his steps and that familiar smug look on his face. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then leaned back against the counter, watching her.
“You know,” he drawled, “there are plenty of places you could go in this house. Why do you keep popping up everywhere I am?”
Her patience, already stretched thin, snapped. She straightened, meeting his gaze with a steady look. “I could say the same thing about you, Chanyeol.”
He chuckled, a low sound that sent a shiver up her spine. “Oh, please. I think you’re the one trying to get my attention. Just…a little out of your league, aren’t you?”
Her fists clenched at her sides, but she refused to let him get under her skin. “I don’t need your attention, Chanyeol. Believe it or not, I have better things to focus on.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard,” he said, smirking. “Top student, aren’t you? Must be hard, all that studying.” His gaze dropped, scanning her in a way that felt infuriatingly judgmental. “But let’s be real…someone like you? You don’t belong here.”
She wanted to tell him exactly what she thought of him, but her mother’s quiet presence behind her reminded her to keep calm. Instead, she took a slow, deep breath and gave him a calm, even smile. “I may not belong in this house, but I have every right to be here. Just like you.”
With that, she turned back to the stove, ignoring the burning sensation of his stare. Chanyeol scoffed, pushing off the counter and sauntering out of the kitchen without another word.
But as she watched him leave, something in her chest tightened, a mixture of anger, pride, and something she couldn’t quite name.
Got it! I’ll extend their interactions with more tension and build-up, adding the idea of them sharing a love for music. Let’s explore a situation where Chanyeol lands himself in trouble, and N/A ends up bailing him out, deepening their connection.
One Friday night, the Park estate was silent, with everyone settled into their routines. Chanyeol’s parents were out of town on one of their endless business trips, and his mother had given him strict instructions to “keep everything in order.” But “order” was the last thing on his mind.
After dinner, he slipped out of the house, texting Sehun and Baekhyun. They quickly arranged to meet up at a local underground music club, a place off-limits to anyone underage. It was where the three of them let loose, blending into the hazy, neon-lit crowd, the thump of the bass drowning out all responsibilities.
As Chanyeol slinked down the mansion’s grand staircase, he didn’t notice N/A watching him from the top. She’d been in her room studying, her door cracked just enough to catch him heading out. Curiosity piqued, she quietly followed him, slipping out into the cool night air just as he drove off in his sleek black car.
A part of her wanted to let it go, but another part, the part he’d irritated one too many times, wanted to see exactly what he got up to.
When she arrived at the club, her heart raced. She saw the bouncer by the entrance, a tall, burly man with arms crossed like he’d guard the gates of some forbidden world. Not wanting to be seen, she ducked into an alley next to the club, waiting to see if he’d come out. After a few minutes, the door opened, and she caught a glimpse of Chanyeol and his friends. They were laughing, carefree, drinks in hand.
She rolled her eyes, half-expecting this kind of reckless behavior. But as the minutes ticked by, a group of older guys joined them, laughing and exchanging drinks. Soon enough, the laughter faded, replaced by tension.
Chanyeol was arguing with one of them now, his voice low and angry. She couldn’t make out the words, but it was clear from his clenched fists and the rigid set of his jaw that he was in trouble. She debated leaving, but then the man shoved Chanyeol hard against the wall, and her decision was made.
Without thinking, she pushed through the alley and approached them. “Chanyeol!” she called, forcing her voice to sound steady. He looked up, stunned.
“What are you doing here?” he hissed, glancing between her and the guy shoving him.
“I was…just…looking for you,” she improvised, hoping her bluff would buy her time. “Your dad called. He’s coming home early. He wants to see you now.”
The older guy holding him looked annoyed but let go, muttering something under his breath as he shoved past her and disappeared into the club. Chanyeol’s friends had already retreated, nervously laughing as they backed away, pretending nothing had happened.
Chanyeol rubbed his wrist where the guy had grabbed him, his face a mix of shock and frustration. “You didn’t have to do that,” he mumbled, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of her having come to his rescue.
“Really? Because from where I was standing, it looked like you did,” she shot back, trying to keep her voice steady despite her pounding heart.
He scowled, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks, though whether it was from embarrassment or frustration, she couldn’t tell. “Fine, whatever. Just…thanks.”
They walked to his car in silence, the buzz of the music fading behind them. She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until they were both sitting in his car, the quiet tense and awkward.
“Why’d you follow me?” he asked finally, breaking the silence.
She hesitated, then shrugged. “Curiosity. Maybe a little bit of concern. You act like you’re indestructible, but even you can’t handle everything alone.”
He scoffed, though it lacked his usual arrogance. “I didn’t ask you to save me.”
“Yeah, well, you needed it anyway,” she replied, crossing her arms as she met his gaze. “And next time, maybe think twice before you get into something you can’t handle.”
He looked at her, the dim light of the street lamps catching the defiance in her eyes. For the first time, he saw her as more than just the “maid’s daughter.” She was strong, quick on her feet, and, he had to admit, he was impressed.
After that night, things subtly shifted between them. Chanyeol still avoided her in school, his pride too big to acknowledge the help she’d given him. But she noticed that he didn’t glare at her as much, and sometimes, she’d catch him stealing glances at her when he thought she wasn’t looking.
One afternoon, she was in her room, headphones on, music blasting as she studied. She didn’t hear the knock on her door, so when it swung open, she jumped, pulling her headphones off.
“Hey,” Chanyeol said, leaning casually against her doorframe.
“Do you knock?” she snapped, her heart racing. She quickly turned off her music, hoping he hadn’t heard what she was listening to.
He smirked. “That depends. What were you listening to?”
Her cheeks flushed. She looked away, hesitating. “It’s just…music. Nothing you’d care about.”
“Try me.”
She hesitated, but then, figuring he’d mock her no matter what, handed over her headphones. To her surprise, he didn’t laugh. Instead, he nodded, tapping his fingers against his thigh in time with the beat.
“You like jazz?” he asked, a hint of genuine interest in his voice.
She shrugged, trying to seem indifferent. “I grew up with it. My grandparents were always listening to it, so…I guess it stuck.”
A rare, genuine smile tugged at his lips. “Same. My dad loves it too, so I’ve heard every jazz record there is.” He handed back her headphones, their fingers brushing for a brief moment.
In that small exchange, the distance between them seemed to shrink, and for a moment, they were just two people with a shared love of music. She saw him in a different light, less of the careless rich kid, and more as someone who’d grown up surrounded by expectations, just like her.
“Thanks…for the other night,” he said quietly, breaking the momentary silence. His voice was softer, his usual confidence tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
She nodded, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spreading in her chest. “Don’t make a habit of it,” she replied, but her smile softened the words.
Chanyeol’s gaze lingered on her, and for once, he didn’t look away. In that moment, N/A felt the first flicker of something she hadn’t expected.
N/A had lived at the Park estate for a few months now, and life had settled into a strange routine. She’d grown used to working around Chanyeol’s moods, his subtle glares and dismissive tone. But every once in a while, she caught glimpses of something softer in him, like that night in the car and the brief conversation about jazz. It made things…confusing. She found herself thinking about him more than she wanted to admit, catching her mind drifting in his direction during the quiet hours when she’d study in her room.
For Chanyeol, things were just as bewildering. He found himself annoyed, by how much he noticed her, by the way she seemed to fit so naturally into his home, by how she kept popping up in places he hadn’t expected. He thought about her more than he cared to admit, and it was unsettling.
But Chanyeol’s stubbornness kept him from acknowledging it. Instead, he kept a wall up, trying to keep her at a distance with small, careless comments whenever they crossed paths.
One Saturday afternoon, Chanyeol was sprawled out in his room, lazily scrolling on his phone while Sehun and Baekhyun lounged nearby. They were in the middle of a conversation about the latest party scene when N/A’s voice drifted up from downstairs. She was talking to her mom, laughing lightly as they worked on something in the kitchen.
Baekhyun sat up, curious. “So, she’s the one living here now? Your maid’s daughter?” he asked, an interested glint in his eye.
Chanyeol gave a noncommittal grunt, trying not to react.
Sehun raised an eyebrow. “She’s cute,” he added, nudging Chanyeol with a smirk. “You think she’s single?”
Chanyeol’s jaw tightened as he turned his attention back to his phone, ignoring them. But Baekhyun caught the change in his expression and leaned in, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “What? Are you actually jealous?”
“Of course not,” Chanyeol shot back, a bit too quickly. “She’s just…she’s annoying, that’s all.”
Sehun chuckled, leaning back. “Annoying? She seems pretty laid-back to me. Besides,” he added, voice dropping to a teasing whisper, “I wouldn’t mind asking her out. Or maybe…” He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Chanyeol’s face hardened. “Drop it, Sehun. She’s off-limits.”
Baekhyun laughed, nudging Sehun. “Guess she’s got our boy Chanyeol wrapped around her finger.”
Chanyeol scowled, trying to brush it off. “I just don’t want you two acting like idiots in my house. Besides, she’s busy studying all the time. You wouldn’t know what to do with her.”
The two shared a look, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity. But they knew when not to push. “Fine, whatever you say, Mr. Protective,” Baekhyun quipped, though Chanyeol could tell his friends would keep an eye on her regardless.
Later that evening, Chanyeol was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge when N/A walked in, balancing a stack of dishes she’d brought from the dining room.
She didn’t look at him at first, but the tension between them was almost tangible, like the air crackled whenever they were close. She started loading the dishwasher, doing her best to ignore him, though his presence was distracting. He was standing right behind her, leaning casually against the counter, making it impossible to focus.
“Do you ever stop working?” he muttered, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
She shrugged, not looking up. “Some of us don’t get things handed to us.”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “Right. Because studying and loading dishes all day is your idea of fun.”
She straightened, closing the dishwasher with a soft click and meeting his gaze. “It’s called responsibility, Chanyeol. Not that you’d know.”
His jaw clenched. “You think you know everything about me, don’t you?”
“Maybe not everything,” she replied, her tone calm but challenging. “But I know enough.”
“Oh, really?” he challenged, stepping closer. “And what exactly do you know?”
She tilted her head, unfazed. “I know you act like you’re above everyone, but deep down, you’re not. You’re hiding something.”
He scoffed, though her words struck a nerve. “And what do you think I’m hiding?”
She shrugged, pretending not to care even as her pulse quickened. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re just afraid of showing people the real you.”
He let out a bitter laugh, leaning even closer, his voice low. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”
Her breath hitched, her eyes meeting his. She could feel the heat between them, the electricity that seemed to spark whenever they were close. But she refused to look away, even as her heart pounded. “Maybe I don’t. But you keep proving that you don’t want anyone to know.”
The silence stretched, the tension thickening. His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he pushed away, muttering, “Whatever,” as he stormed out of the kitchen.
But as he walked away, he couldn’t shake the way his pulse raced or the way her words seemed to echo in his mind, stirring something he wasn’t ready to face.
The next Monday , N/A was in the library, organizing books and dusting shelves, when Sehun and Baekhyun strolled in, looking around with idle curiosity. She hadn’t expected them, and immediately felt a flicker of annoyance. They noticed her presence and exchanged a mischievous look.
“Hey, you’re the famous N/A,” Sehun greeted, flashing a charming smile. “Chanyeol’s told us about you.”
She raised an eyebrow, not buying his friendly act. “Good things, I’m sure.”
Baekhyun laughed. “Actually, he just goes on about how you’re ‘always in his way’ and ‘too uptight’.”
“Uptight?” she repeated, a touch of irritation creeping into her voice. “Right. That sounds like him.”
Sehun grinned, sensing an opportunity. “Hey, ignore him. He’s always acting like he’s above everyone else. But you? You’re interesting. So,” he continued, leaning a bit closer, “what do you do for fun?”
She glanced at them both, not in the mood for their games. “Study,” she replied shortly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”
Baekhyun cut in, smirking. “You’re feisty. I like it. So, what do you say? We could take you out. Show you around.”
Chanyeol suddenly appeared in the doorway, his expression darkening as he took in the scene. “Aren’t you two supposed to be helping me with the project?” he interrupted, his tone pointed and slightly irritated.
Sehun shot him a knowing look, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. We’re just saying hello to your lovely housemate here.”
“Say hello some other time,” Chanyeol replied, his gaze steely. “We’ve got work to do.”
The two exchanged amused glances, barely holding back their laughter as they left, shooting her parting winks. She watched them go, feeling a mix of irritation and something else, something strangely satisfying in seeing Chanyeol’s reaction.
When they were gone, she looked over at Chanyeol, who was still lingering, avoiding her gaze.
“Is this part of your daily routine?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Keeping me out of your life but swooping in whenever your friends get too close?”
He looked up, meeting her gaze, his eyes conflicted. “I don’t care what they do,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.
“Really? Because you seem awfully interested whenever they’re around me.”
His jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought he might actually admit something. But then he shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” she shot back, matching his tone. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
But as she turned away, she could feel his gaze lingering on her, and she knew, without a doubt, that he was just as affected as she was, even if he’d never admit it.
Warnings: mentions and hints of abuse, sexual abuse, so please don’t read if you’re triggered by it.
Word count: 18,908
Five years went by since hybrids were introduced to the world. Half-human, half-animal beings, who needed to be taken care of. Most people treated them as pets, just as lovingly, but sometimes also just as bad. Yet, you never sparred them a thought until your roommate decided to bring home a tall Labrador Retriever hybrid.
You were stunned. Standing in the living room speechless, bare feet rooted to the fluffy carpet, you stared at your roommate and what she has brought home. Or more like who she brought home. You weren’t sure how you should refer to hybrids. The whole thing was still new to you, even though more than five years passed since they were officially introduced to the society.
Cocking an eyebrow, you glanced questioningly at Seoyun, who fiercely refused to look away. The hybrid next to her seemed to be nervous. He was tall with big doe eyes, and despite his dark hair, his perked ears were covered with golden fur. Strange combination, you thought. He slightly trembled under your inspecting eyes, and grabbed Seoyun’s hand.
“What is this?” you asked slowly.
“He’s a hybrid, not a thing.” She pouted at you, voice lazy and not really caring.
“I can see that. I mean, what is he doing here? What is this situation?”
“I bought him. I was lonely, and he looked so sad at the shelter.”
You hummed. Clicking your tongue loudly, you plopped back down on the couch. You wanted to get back to your work, but your mind wasn’t in the right state at the moment, and you didn’t even know what was the reason for it. Maybe because she forgot to discuss it with you beforehand? Or you were just simply against taking hybrids home as pets? Maybe both. However, you didn’t like this whole idea overall.
Staring at the screen of your laptop with empty eyes, you heard your roommate murmuring softly to the hybrid as she led him to her room. It was right next to yours, and you wondered how can or will the two of them be comfortable in there. Neither room was too big. Well, comfortable for one, but not for two.
From the corner of your eyes, you glanced at the hybrid. He was tall, but at that moment his shoulders slumped forward, as he was trying to shrink to the same size as Seoyun was; and he failed miserably. He must have felt your eyes on him, because the next moment he whipped his head in your direction. His eyes widened, and you didn’t like the scared shine in them. Were you that intimidating? So much for a first impression!
Sighing, you turned back to your laptop, the design for the next spread of the magazine not really registering in your brain.
You were a free-lancer graphic designer. Well, free-lancer on paper, but you were hired for a monthly magazine to design and edit for them. It wasn’t a big job, twenty pages on top, which you usually finished in a week. The only problem was that they didn’t pay you too well, so you also had to take side jobs and even ran a little site where you took commissions for portraits. From the both of them combined you made enough to live well.
It wasn’t like that in the beginning. You barely made any money from your commissions. You had to slowly build up your reputation, so word about your work would spread in the required circles. During the harder days, you worked in a café. You liked in there, but felt relieved when you finally could quit to concentrate on your the work you did with passion.
After maybe an hour, Seoyun came out, the hybrid lingering closely behind her, holding onto her hand.
“What’s your name?” you asked, not looking at them. You didn’t want to scare him off more than you already did. The way he pulled his shoulder up, hunched forward as if he was trying to disappear from your eyes, told you how he didn’t like you just yet.
“Chanyeol,” Seoyun answered for him, her tone slightly colder than before.
You hummed, not wanting to piss her off. You had a nice relationship with each other. She was you roommate in college too, and since you lived together well enough, you decided to find an apartment and move in together after graduating. Your lifestyles were the exact opposite, but maybe that was the reason why it worked so well. You usually stayed at home working, doing the house work, while she was away a lot (not just for work), and did grocery shopping or went to the post office to pay the bills.
Your dynamic worked out, but you wouldn’t call her your friend. Maybe companion would be a better word for what you were to the other. You despised the way she had turned in too many men’s bed, but you even hated more when she told you about it. In great details. She lived her life in a reckless way in you opinion, but as long as she was okay with it, you were too.
And that was exactly your problem with her taking a hybrid home. With her sleeping at other places for more nights than she slept at home, how could she take care of a hybrid? You wanted to tell all of that to her, but decided against it. It would only make bad blood between you two, and you didn’t want to look for a new apartment just because Seoyun grew to hate you for your big mouth.
Still, you couldn’t stand to not make a comment.
“Okay, but I won’t take care of him, if you forget to come home for days.”
Seoyun snorted and laughed sarcastically. You looked at her with a blank expression on your face to make her stop. Then she finally smiled, and said:
“You don’t have to worry. I’ll be the perfect owner of Chanyeol.”
It was your turn to snort. You hoped so for your own good!
Sighing out loud, you stared at the empty counter top. Originally, you planned to make yourself something for dinner, but then you noticed the silence in the apartment. It shouldn’t have been like that. Frowning, you wondered where Seoyun disappeared. She didn’t came home on time, and it wasn’t the first time since Chanyeol lived with you two.
Your roommate went to work in the morning, and haven’t came home since then. Usually she got off from work around three or four in the afternoon, depending on how much work she had to do, but it was already eight and there was no sight of her. You were working in the living room all day, so you were pretty sure that Chanyeol haven’t left Seoyun’s room all day.
You decided to make some pasta and souse, and prepared some for the hybrid too. He wasn’t your responsibility, but you couldn’t let him starve himself to death because of your roommate’s ignorance.
You really wished that she was being honest when she said she won’t be out late and will take care of Chanyeol. That you wouldn’t have to look after him, because she would be responsible from that point on. But that crumbled down only in a week.
Well, it didn’t happen in one day. Not like she went to sleep as a prefect owner of her hybrid, then woke up as a careless person the next morning.
It started with staying out for one or two hours after work, which wasn’t that big of a deal for you. She told you beforehand, so you were aware of it. And she left food for Chanyeol in the fridge too. On the other hand he barely ate when she wasn’t home. You even talked about it with Seoyun, but she shrugged it off, saying that he doesn’t like to eat alone. You didn’t offer to eat with him, when she wasn’t home, and she didn’t ask you to do it.
But after some point, Seoyun stayed out for more and more hours, leaving you and the hiding hybrid alone in the apartment. Last weekend, she didn’t even sleep at home.
The souse sizzled in the pan as you stirred it up, and eventually mixed it with some chicken breast. Then you let it cook while covering it with a lid. Leaving it, you readied the pasta and portioned it out on two plates. When the chicken was ready, you did the same with it too.
Leaving one of the plates on the counter, you put the other one on a tray, accompanied with a pair of chopsticks and a glass of water, then brought it to Seoyun’s room. You knocked softly on the closed door, and when no answer came, you said:
“I made some dinner. I leave it next to the door for you, and will come back and take the plate later when you are finished with it.” You hesitated slightly before adding: “Enjoy your meal!”
You went back to the kitchen, and washed the remaining dishes before sitting down to eat. The whole time you listened to the noises in the apartment, checking if he came out for the food. A few minutes later a soft click of the door could be heard, then some shuffling, and the door closed back.
You caught yourself smiling as you went back to the living room and ate your pasta while checking your e-mails. There were more than enough of them, part of them from previous clients and some new asks for portraits with reference photos and details, even some checking ins with the magazine you worked for. You already finished three pages from next month’s issue, since the journalists and photographers were fast with their job. Only seventeen more to go and you still had the next three weeks to work on it. Most journalists liked to do their parts in the very last minute, meaning that you had to work hard and fast in the last moments too before it had to be sent out for printing.
The pasta went cold long before you finished it, the better half of it wasn’t even warm while you ate it. Your attention was set on your laptop, mind on work, not on basic human needs.
Humming to a forgotten song, you took a break after a few hours, letting the left over souse go hard on the plate, making it more difficult to wash later. You checked on Seoyun’s room – or more like the door of her room –, finding the tray with an empty plate on the floor. You hummed some more; feeling somewhat happy that Chanyeol ate what you cooked, and didn’t just continued with his fasting. Next time, maybe he will even leave the room for a couple of minutes.
You pitied him. You really did. Being locked up in a small room all day long, because the person responsible of you decided to ignore your needs.
Absentmindedly, you typed in the word ‘hybrid’ in the search bar. A lot of links appeared on different topics, and most of them didn’t help you at all. You didn’t even know what you were looking for, just read some articles on the current state of the hybrids in society, but you couldn’t grasp the meaning of them. They were always referring back to previous articles and news, that you didn’t know about. It was a mess, and your head started to hurt soon, so you closed those tabs and went back to work.
It wasn’t your job to do anyway. He was Seoyun’s hybrid to take care of, not yours, and you didn’t have a say in what way she was treating Chanyeol.
Softly approaching Seoyun about your concerns wasn’t a successful way of making her realize your issues. Well, they weren’t your issues really, since you had no relation to Chanyeol, but you were living in the same apartment, and you hated to see him being so lonely and sad whenever your roommate decided that it was a good idea to stay out for the night. And it happened more often than not.
You tried to casually bring up the topic of staying in more, you even stooped so low to ask her to watch a movie with you at home, which she never did. Her answer was a simple no and a weird look you could understand. You never really spent ‘bonding’ time with her, since your relationship was purely transactional, not friendly.
On the other hand, in the past weeks Chanyeol got used to you little by little. He started to come out of Seoyun’s room when she was away. He ate with you when you cooked for him too instead of locking himself away, and lately he even joined you in the living room. He usually watched dramas while you worked on your laptop.
The first time he did that, you were very cautious of your actions and his presence. You refused to move around too much, even when your legs got cramps, you barely flinched because you were scared that he would run back to the bedroom. But to your surprise, he huddled up on the armchair furthest from you, and started to watch the TV. You couldn’t help, but stare at him, and when he noticed, his whole face turned into a burning shade of red and locked his eyes on the screen until Seoyun came back home late night.
This went on for a while: him coming out to watch the news or dramas, and after a while he scooted closer to you.
You usually worked while sitting on the floor, back pressed to the couch, laptop either on your lap or on the table. At first, he sat on the edge of the couch, then the next time he was a little closer, and closer, and the last time he was sitting next to you on the carpet, openly watching what you were doing, but never spoke.
Lunch and dinner was different, but not really. He did the same method; approaching you from afar, until he was sitting next to you at the dining table. And eventually, he even started to speak; thanking for the food, asking for more or if you wanted some water to drink, and he would bring a glass of it for the both of you. Sometimes he even helped you with washing the dishes or cleaning the table after you finished.
You often wondered if this calm, quiet side was truly his personality, or he was still holding himself back from you for whatever reason. Seoyun slipped you that Chanyeol was a Labrador Retriever hybrid, and from what information you could gather, he should be much more energetic and needed to let off a lot of steam.
That’s why you decided to ask him to come with you when the time for grocery shopping came around.
Seoyun asked you to do it this week, since she had a lot of work, and she probably has to stay late at the office. You were okay with it, most people can’t control their work amount if they work for someone else. It also happened from time to time, so it’s not like it was surprising. It was the dynamic of the two of you: you had your assigned housework, but you would switch it up sometimes if it was more convenient for one of you. Being flexible was necessary in any kind of relationship.
You felt strange as you knocked on Seoyun’s door. You rarely did it, since usually she was the one coming for you, so knocking on her door was new to you. As if it wasn’t even your home, but someone else’s.
Chanyeol opened the door slightly, looking at you wide-eyed through the narrow gap. You tried your best not to look intimidating, as you said:
“I’m going to grocery shopping. Do you want to come with me?”
You noticed how his ears perked up at your words – golden fur peaking out from his dark locks of hair. He even tilted his head, as a confused puppy would. A knot formed in your throat, and you felt a sudden urge to pat his head and tell him how cute he was.
“Can we walk?” he asked finally.
“We’ll go by car. I have to buy a lot of stuff and I don’t think we could bring them all home in hand.”
A pout naturally came to his lips, and you really wanted to make it disappear, so your next words slipped out your mouth before you could realize what you were saying:
“But we can go for a walk tomorrow, if you want to.”
That worked like magic. A smile, bright as the sun appeared, and lit up his features. It made you smile too.
“Really? Can we go to the park?”
“Of course. Wherever you want.”
“Thank you, Y/N Noona.”
You hummed in response, and went to your room to change into something that didn’t scream ‘I was working from home’.
“We’ll go in ten minutes!”
Chanyeol was truly amusing, you found that out during shopping. And pretty much like a child. He wanted to see and touch everything that was colorful or interesting even a little bit. Your previously one hour long shopping became a three hour trip around the supermarket, with you pushing the shopping cart and him checking out every single item on the shelves. When he wanted something badly he would stare at you with the softest, shiniest eyes you ever saw on anyone; there was no way you could say no to him.
“Are you planning making me buy the entire store?” You laughed when he dropped the third kind of cereal in the cart.
He suddenly turned to you, a little startled, like a deer caught in headlights. You just smiled, and pushed the cart forward.
You noticed how he often still looked scared of you, so you tried your best to make him comfortable. You were aware to always talk in a soft and slow tone to him, carefully picking each word before letting them fall from your lips. No fast actions or anything that could surprise him in the wrong way. Not really sure if all the hybrids were like this with new people around them (except for their owners), but you wanted to clear your first impression on him. It must have been bad, but you were thankful that he slowly eased up around you, letting his guards down.
“Okay. Most important decision today.” You looked at him seriously as you arrived to the meat section. “Beef or chicken?”
His eyebrows furrowed at the question, eyes roaming between the different kinds of meat. You could almost see his mind running in an incredible pace. After a few minutes passed, Chanyeol looked at you shyly, ears flushing a deep red.
“Can it be both? I want to eat both.” You nodded at him, motioning for him to give you a few of said meats, and he complied happily.
“But which one do you want today?”
“Chicken? Maybe. I’m good with beef too.”
You just hummed, getting lost in your thoughts as you strolled towards the cashier with your cart. It was almost full with meat, vegetables, some fruits, juices and snacks – mainly for Chanyeol. He had a really sweet tooth, you noted by looking at all the cereals, chocolates and candies he gathered in the furthest corner from you. There were some instant ramyeon and rice too.
“We’ll figure out something.”
It was late for lunch by the time you arrived home, so you made some instant noodles, which didn’t make Chanyeol the happiest. He looked at the ramyeon as if it betrayed him by not being a full course. He didn’t say anything about it out loud, but disappointment was written all over his features.
“Stop looking at it like that. I’ll make bulgogi stew for dinner.”
You quickly looked away when his eyes lit up once again, and started to eat the noodles fast. He was done in a few minutes. Chanyeol rushed to throw the used cup away and placed his chopstick in the sink, then basically ran back to the table, staring at you in anticipation. Returning the look, you cocked an eyebrow questioningly.
“What?”
“When are you going to start making it?”
A laugh escaped your mouth against your will at his eagerness. Does he love meat that much? He didn’t took your joy in the good way: he pouted and rather rushed to the living room. You wanted to call after him, but didn’t.
You cleaned up the table after finishing your ramyeon too, and went after Chanyeol. He was sitting on the floor, right next to your usual working spot and hugged his knees to his chest, looking like a big, sulking puppy.
“I work for a few hours, then make dinner. You can help if you want to.”
He kept on his posture, but faced you as you sat down next to him, forcing your laptop to life. The screen lit up, and you focused on the edit you left in half yesterday, and frowned a little. You made a big mistake upon editing a picture, which seemed to be impossible to ignore now, but didn’t even notice the day before.
The air stuck in your lungs as Chanyeol stretched his legs, and scooted so close to you that his thigh was pressed to yours. He seemed unfazed by the close proximity, only hummed a soft tune under his breath and turned the TV on, searching for something to watch until dinner time.
You wondered if you should have mercy on him: just ditch work and start making the bulgogi stew immediately, but then abandoned the idea, since you remembered that the deadline was getting closer, and there will be articles coming in fast in the next few days. It wouldn’t do any good for you getting behind your schedule.
Chanyeol’s soft sighing helped you focus. It was a nice background sound along with the voices coming from the TV, and soon you noticed that he was watching you work on your laptop rather than paying attention to the show on the screen. You realized you could get used to it.
The rest of the afternoon went by in a blink of an eye. You fixed yesterday’s editing mistake and worked on today’s to-do’s, and time seemed to fly by fast. After some time, Chanyeol fell asleep next to you, his head bobbing forward from time to time. You nudged his side with your elbow to send him to Seoyun’s room to sleep comfortably, but he leaned on you rather than waking up, his head resting on your shoulder, so you just let it as it was.
One would say you had a soft spot for him in your heart, and they wouldn’t be that far from the truth. You felt responsible for him when Seoyun wasn’t home. And you weren’t even his owner.
As you finished working for the day, you tried to wake Chanyeol up again, but he didn’t even budge, so you started to make dinner alone. He fell down to where you were sitting before, knees hugged to his chest, soft huffs escaping his lips in his sleep. You put a blanket on him before preparing the meal.
He only woke up when the food was almost ready, the smell of it filling the whole apartment. Chanyeol wandered into the kitchen, eyes scanning over everything as he tried to comprehend what was happening. When his eyes rested on the food at last, a pout forming on his lips, eyes bigger than ever. You hid your smile behind your hand as you turned back to the stove.
“You said I can help.”
“You were sleeping too heavily for me to wake you up.” You shrugged. “Isn’t it better to wake up from a nap to food ready to be eaten, then have to make it too?”
“But you said I can help.” He was on full puppy-eyes-mode now, and you couldn’t hide your smile anymore.
Something came over you, so you went to him and patted his head a few times.
“You’ll help next time, okay? Let’s just eat now.”
You found yourself feeling weird when Chanyeol wasn’t around while Seoyun worked, although it rarely happened lately. The tall hybrid came out of their room in the morning and stayed around you ever since you went out for grocery shopping with him. He didn’t just sit next to you while you worked, you two also started to watch the news together, though he hates it with passion, but you also watched some dramas with him which he picked and seemed to love greatly. You watched one or two episodes with him each day, eating food during it, while the both of you waited for Seoyun to find her way home.
It wasn’t that different that day too. You just finished some pad thai, you ordered earlier. Chanyeol taking up the whole couch with his lean body, while you sat in front of him on the carpet, remaining of the late dinner scattered on the coffee table, and the announcer on the screen spoke about the day’s news with a serious expression on their face.
Your ears perked at the word ‘hybrid’ coming from the TV, and you heard Chanyeol’s breathing stop behind you. Eventually, he scooted a little closer to you, feeling his body heat clear.
The announcer spoke about a protest that was held in front of the Municipal Court. People were demanding more precise laws on the hybrids’ keeping, and demanding the bare rights for them that every being deserves.
You felt a lump form in your throat as one of the protesters told the interviewer an insane amount of cases where the owners abused their hybrids and no one did anything about it.
Anger bubbled up in you as you switched the channels, trying to find one where you can watch Chanyeol’s drama instead. Your other hand shot out without really thinking about it, and grabbed the hybrid’s hand that was hanging from the couch. He stiffened at your touch, but soon relaxed again.
“What’s the name of that show we were watching yesterday? I can’t remember.”
“It’s on Channel 6. But there’s still an hour before it starts.”
“Okay. What about the one before it?” You asked while already turning to said channel.
“We haven’t seen the previous episodes yet.”
You smiled. His voice was whiny, you could literally hear that he was pouting. You silently switched to the next one, settling with a variety show that didn’t need any explanation, it could be seen as it was. Chanyeol probably liked it too, since he didn’t complain again, only his soft breathing could be heard.
Carefully, you let go of his hand and pulled your knees to your chest, eyes wandering to the digital clock under the TV, then to your phone. Seoyun promised to be home by dinner, yet she was nowhere. She didn’t even send you a text to let you know she will be late or when will she come back. Maybe she went out for a drink with his colleagues again. Or someone else.
You tried hard not to glance in pity at Chanyeol. He was left behind a lot more than he should have been. He was just too kind for an owner who neglected him like Seoyun did.
You finished the show, even his drama, and Chanyeol slowly but surely fell asleep on the couch. You brought a blanket to put on him. Covering his whole body wouldn’t be an easy task if he wouldn’t sleep with his legs pulled up. You smiled, when you remembered how his body never fit on the couch when he tried to stretch on it while laying down. He seemed to be ridiculously tall sometimes, yet you couldn’t imagine him being any shorter.
Stifling a yawn, you threw out the empty boxes of the pad thai, put the left overs in the fridge and cleaned the kitchen a little, being very aware not make any loud noise that could wake Chanyeol up.
It was past midnight, and you were cleaning the bathroom too, when Seoyun arrived home. You welcomed her in the hall, and offered her some water as you saw her pitifully drunk form. She refused it, and rambled about some man he met during drinking with her colleagues, and how this mysterious man was so polite towards her, even paid for her taxi after they spent an hour at his place. You didn’t need to ask what they were doing there, it was obvious from the messy state of her clothes and hair.
You quietly listened to her, and tried hard not to chime in and broke down her hopes. This kind of story happened a few times to her. A man charmed her in a bar, they spent some happy hours at his place, he told her he will call tomorrow, yet he never even asked for her number in the first place. Seoyun somehow believed them every time, and hoped that finally this one would ‘the one’, but they never were.
“You really don’t want some water? Or something to eat? There’s some pad thai from earlier.”
“No, I don’t want food, I want… Hm… I want to sleep, I think.”
“Good,” you sighed in relief. You would be doomed if she would have wanted to dance or sing like she usually did. “Chanyeol fell asleep on the couch.”
“Oh, I should wake him up. I want to cuddle with him.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at that. Seoyun should just let him sleep peacefully for once. You really wanted to tell her no to bother him in his sleep, but you pursed your lips tightly together and refused to say anything. It wasn’t your place to intertwine, you reminded yourself, which you caught yourself doing a lot lately.
“Do whatever you want, Seoyun, just take a shower first. You stink…” Dramatically putting your hand in front of your nose and mouth, you tried to lighten the mood, and it worked. Seoyun snickered in a high pitched voice, one she only used when she was drunk. She jokingly hit you on the shoulder, almost missing it and stumbling a little, but the smile on her face couldn’t be wiped away.
“It’s not that bad. Oh, would you look at my little Chanyeollie?”
You listened to her cooing upon seeing Chanyeol’s sleeping form on the couch. Her features softened, she even sobered up a little, and you thought, maybe she wasn’t as bad as you thought of her lately.
Shame was something that you rarely felt, but now it washed over you in a big wave, hit you in the head and made you lower your gaze. Still standing in the kitchen, you listened as Chanyeol woke up and happily greeted her owner, then they went to her room, the door closing behind them with a soft thud.
You noted how she never went to wash up.
The next morning Seoyun has already went to work when you woke up. You turned off your alarm, wanting to sleep in for a few more minutes, or for ten, so it was not such a surprise that she wasn’t home by then.
You were getting dressed, as a soft, almost hesitant knock on your door startled you. Surprised, you kicked your feet in the edge of your wardrobe. Hissing and swearing in pain, you called out:
“What is it?”
Chanyeol’s mumbling was too quiet for you to comprehend his words. Sighing, you buckled your belt, then wondered why did you even dressed for going out. Your original plan escaped your mind.
Another knock echoed through your room, tearing you out from your thoughts. Opening the door, Chanyeol towered over you, but his troubled expression made you feel like you were the taller one and he’s just a little kid. His lips even quivered as he opened them to say something.
“Can we go for a walk? Seoyun noona said I’m not allowed to go out alone.” His voice got smaller and smaller as he spoke, you could barely hear his last words. Yet still, your eyebrows furrowed. Something felt off with him, but you couldn’t wrap your fingers around what it was. He looked the usual. Maybe there was faint dark circles under his eyes, but it could be the aftereffect of Seoyun waking him up in the middle of the night.
“Of course. Let’s go!”
As he kept looking at you with a troubled expression, you wondered what was really up. And why did you originally dressed for going out. You gave up on solving any of those mysteries, and just asked him.
“Is there something else?”
“Um, no… I mean, yes. Can we get hot chocolate?” You smiled at his innocence. He must have took it in the wrong way, since he looked away quickly, avoiding eye contact very obviously.
“Yeah, but where did that come from?”
You went back to grab a sweater and your wallet. Chanyeol awkwardly lingered in the doorway.
“I saw on a drama that people like to drink hot chocolate around winter. And there were commercials for it lately, so I want to try it.”
“Right, dramas.”
The corner of his lips slowly lifted up, forming a shy smile. You motioned for him to move and get ready, then you went out.
You quickly searched for a coffee shop near your apartment on your phone and decided on route that you would walk by. Even asked Chanyeol how much has he seen of the city, so maybe you could show him some places he never heard of.
To your surprise, he barely saw anything of it. In a hushed voice, he told you that his first owner never let him out of their house, he could only run free in the garden, and they never let him meet with other hybrids. In the end, they put him in a shelter. You couldn’t say anything to him at the moment. The words in your mind felt overused and cliché, so instead you just patted his shoulder and told him that things will be okay now.
He shot you an unsure smile, then nodded along. His next words surprised you even more though:
“I think I’m happy now.”
Patting his shoulders again, it was your turn to smile, reassuringly.
“That’s good! I’m glad about that,” you said. “There’s a river nearby. We can go there after getting hot chocolates. It has a really nice scenery.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
And so you did. Tasting hot chocolate for the first time, he looked like a child on Christmas Eve, eagerly opening their presents and finally getting the toys of their dreams. And his eyes sparkled like two stars in the night sky when you arrived to the river.
There was a park near it, a path for runners following the line of the river. You always thought, it must be nice to go on runs while listening to the splashes of water so close to you, but you weren’t the runner type.
Winter coming, the green has faded away from the plants, but the gloomy gray sky made the water look even prettier like that. Slowly, nature was dying to give way to the cold months, which would be followed with its rebirth. You couldn’t wait for spring to come. The even better thing was that if you walked down the road for a few more minutes, you would meet with cherry trees. They looked mesmerizing when they bloomed.
“It would be nice to come here during the first snow,” he mumbled.
When you turned to him, Chanyeol’s eyes were on the river, sometimes glancing up at the sky, as if he was expecting it to start to snow at that moment. A tiny smile played on his lips. As he sighed, white puffs of air escaped his mouth, and you thought maybe it was time to go back to the apartment.
“Saw it on dramas too, huh?”
“You saw it too, noona?”
“Maybe. Romantic dramas tend to mention it, you know. They say if you kiss your loved one under the first snow of the winter, you will stay together forever.”
“Really? Is it true?”
“I don’t know.”
You didn’t want to wipe the soft smile off his face by saying it was just an urban legend that’s useful for drama writers. He doesn’t have to know that kissing under the first snow not always meant forever. At least not for you.
You really didn’t know what you should have believed. You saw the bruise on Chanyeol’s wrist clearly and an another one higher up on his arm, but he quickly tugged his sleeves down when he noticed you staring at it. They looked like ugly purple and blue roses that bloomed on his skin.
“What happened?” you asked him cautiously.
Muting the drama he was watching, when he refused to look at you and answer, you turned to him. Chanyeol’s eyes were trained on the screen, the main characters only mouthing words, he couldn’t make out. The hybrid’s eyebrows furrowed into a serious and stubborn line, one, which didn’t suit him at all. A pained look on him wasn’t something you wanted to witness at all. It was simply strange.
He cleared his throat before speaking.
“Well, the King is mad at his son for disobeying him, but it’s understandable because he just wanted to…”
“Not in the drama, Chanyeol.” He flinched at your low tone, scurrying a little further from you on the couch. You felt a slight pang in your chest, and continued a little softer. “Your wrist. What happened to it?”
“Nothing.”
“Did someone hurt you?”
“No. I was just…” The words died on his lips, and refused to say anything more, no matter how you twisted your questions around.
A bad feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.
Chanyeol was barely in contact with anyone beside you and Seoyun. And you never grabbed his arm or wrist with so much strength to bruise him. Hell, you barely ever touched him!
And it left you with only one option you could think about, but that was unbelievable for you. Seoyun couldn’t. She would never, right? She would never raise hand on him. Right?
“Can I take a look at it?” You asked him softly, voice above a whisper.
He stared at you for long moments before scooting closer on the couch, the old furniture creaking under his weight. He slowly held his arm out for you, and you took his hand, being cautious not to grab his wrist on instinct. Fingers gently brushing together with his, you stroked them in a calming manner. Then with your free hand you pushed his sleeve up, revealing the ugly roses on his skin again.
Chanyeol sharply inhaled as you brushed your fingers on the bruise, only letting it go when he hissed a little in pain.
Without a word, you went to your room, looking for a cream you remembered to be in there somewhere and to be good for bruises. You just hoped it didn’t expire yet, since it was a long time ago you bought it.
You found it and was still good, so you went ahead and applied it on Chanyeol’s arm. He hissed again when the cold cream touched his skin and you ignored it, continuing your motions, but with gentler strokes.
Putting the volume back up on the TV, you instructed him to wait until his skin fully absorbed the cream, but the rattling of the lock from the front door startled both of you.
In a hurried manner, Chanyeol pulled down the sleeve of his sweater, then basically ran into the bedroom, quickly closing it behind himself.
You sighed in defeat. Something was very, very wrong, and it was too obvious for you to ignore. Biting down on your lower lip, you argued with yourself whether you should bring it up to Seoyun or not. Was it your place to talk to her about something like that? You weren’t anyone to Chanyeol, you just lived with them, but… What an awful human being you should have been to shut your eyes when the evidence of abuse was right in front of you.
You closed your eyes. The drama still went on, and for once you wished for Seoyun to come home later, so Chanyeol could have finished the episode in peace as he always did. You wished for those ugly roses to never bloom on his skin, so you wouldn’t have to do what you will as soon as your roommate comes into the living room.
Sailors must have known something when they said it’s always the calmest before the storm. Your mind went empty and calm, but it was filled with cold anger at the same time. You wanted to yell your questions to Seoyun about those bruises, and hoped that she would be either honest with you or could lie so well that you would believe her. Hell, you wanted to believe that it wasn’t her who hurt Chanyeol, but the subtle fear in his eyes told you otherwise.
Seoyun was sober for once, and you were thankful for it. You didn’t know how would you handle her if she was drunk at that moment. Probably not so well.
Your feelings must have been clear on your face, because your roommate stopped in her track when she looked at you, then quickly averted her gaze, checking the room for Chanyeol’s presence. Even after making sure he wasn’t there, she refused to look at you.
“I think we should talk, Seoyun.”
“Ah, is it time for paying the rent already?” Her light tone made you fist your hand on the blanket that was previously wrapped around Chanyeol. It also made you insecure about what you saw and thought. Would she talking like that If she hurt him? “Or are we running low on groceries?”
“No. Nothing like that. I just saw a couple of bruises on Chanyeol. It concerns me.”
“It shouldn’t. Really.”
“Seoyun, those aren’t the kind you get when you hurt yourself on accident. So what happened?”
“It’s none of your business, but he was bad.”
Once again, you closed your eyes and bit down on your tongue before something slipped out of your mouth. Mostly nasty words crowded in your mind, but after taking a deep breath, you pushed them aside. Reminding yourself that it was not your job or place to dig into someone’s life. Even if it was your roommate. You were always on good terms with her, so why was she getting you off with every word she said today?
“He was bad,” you repeated finally, in a low tone. She nodded fast, still standing in the middle of the living room as if he froze to that place.
“Yes. He needed to be disciplined, so as his owner, I did.”
“What do you mean by disciplined?” you asked, stunned by her words. Though, it couldn’t be any more obvious, you still asked. “And bad? What has he done?”
“He didn’t obey when I told him to do some things. And you know what I meant. I punished him, so he can learn how to behave next time.”
You felt sick in your stomach, a lump already forming in your throat. Seoyun’s expression hardened, stare grew colder and heavier as she added:
“Still. This is none of your business. I’m the owner of Chanyeol, not you, so don’t act like you know anything about keeping a hybrid. You don’t even want one in the first place.”
Gritting your teeth, you nodded, because she was right with everything she said. But that didn’t mean you won’t protect Chanyeol from her if needed or that you won’t seek any kind of help for him if things get out of hand. You will have to make sure about all of your rights in this situation first, then you can act.
You hummed and you plopped back down on the couch, eyes returning to the drama. You were long behind the plot, missing out a bunch of scenes, but your mind was still wrapper around the argument just had with your roommate.
From the corner of your eyes, you saw her stand there frozen for a hew more minutes, and when you refused to look at her again, she went to her room. You immediately lowered the volume down, fearing to hear noises of her hurting Chanyeol again, but there was mostly silence, mixed up with a couple of low murmurs, nothing bad or serious.
You turned the TV down, washed up before going to bed, but still couldn’t fall asleep. The thought of Chanyeol being hurt by your roommate kept you up for hours, and the next thing you noticed was the sunlight peeking through your window and the noises of Seoyun getting ready to work. Your ears were trained for listening to anything suspicious, but the only sounds were her getting a shower then leaving the apartment after talking to the hybrid about something you couldn’t make out.
“I’m not hungry, Noona!” Chanyeol’s muffled voice could be heard well in the quiet apartment, even through the locked bedroom door. You knocked on it previously to let him know you made breakfast for the both of you.
“Then how about a walk? We could go to the market or the park.”
“No. I just want to sleep.”
Defeated, you sighed. This wasn’t how you planned the day to go by. You wanted to eat with him and take him somewhere nice before working, then watch his dramas in the evening as you usually did, but now he refused to come out of the bedroom.
You knew he must have been hungry by now. He always ate a lot of anything you gave him, and even snacked afterwards, and it has been more than ten hours since the last meal he had, and he says he is not hungry. The red flags instantly appeared in your head, making your eyebrows furrow in worry.
Most of last night instead of sleeping you spent your time working in your room, while listening to every noise in the apartment, in hopes of catching any evidence against Seoyun’s nasty behavior. You also tried to seek some useful information online, but not really much was said on forums about laws regarding abusing hybrids.
“I’ll leave some food for you in the fridge,” you said after a while. When no answer came, you went to the living room to work away your frustration.
Your appetite disappeared with Chanyeol’s rejection, so you simply put the food away. You wanted to go out to clean you mint with the cold winter air, but didn’t have the heart to leave him completely alone. Even though he didn’t want to come and spend time or eat with you, it was a whole another story to be the only person in the apartment. If he changed his mind, he would have no one to turn to with Seoyun being at work.
Still, you sent a message to your roommate, asking her a favor, which you rarely did.
Y/N: Hey, would it possible for you to get home earlier today? [8:37]
Y/N: I have somewhere to be at 3, and can’t take Chanyeol with me there. [8:38]
Seoyun: Okay, I talk to my boss, but he’ll probably let me off. We did a lot of overtime, so he has to. [9:03]
Y/N: Thanks! [9:04]
Seoyun: Welcome. I’ll be home around 2. [9:10]
Your heart felt a little heavier and easier at the same time. Ever since you saw those bruises last night on Chanyeol’s skin, you feared to leave him fully alone with Seoyun, and now you will do exactly that, willingly even. And you felt relieved, because it was for the better.
Since you couldn’t find anything useful online, you decided to go down the old roads, and visit some hybrid shelters. Their workers must know what to do in situations like this.
Were you taking it too seriously? Maybe. People discipline their dogs too when they behave bad. But Chanyeol wasn’t just a dog. He was a hybrid with human feelings.
Lunch time came sooner than you expected. Working and editing made hours fly by fast, and you cooked something quick and easy that was also filling too. A pasta with some creamy chicken did wonders. You took your sweet time making it, despite it being an easy meal to do. Cooking took your mind off of your problems. Instead, you made a list in your head about what you still had left from work today and planned your schedule for the rest of your day.
Going to the nearby hybrid shelter you found online. Making sure you ask everything you wanted from someone working there. If failing, then going to another shelter. Continue until you get your answers. After getting home, fixing yesterday’s editing mistakes on page eight and fifteen.
So your plan wasn’t that difficult at all.
When the food was ready, you put two servings on plates and started from step one with Chanyeol. You put his meal on a tray and brought it to Seoyun’s roo.
He didn’t answer to your knocking, and definitely didn’t open the door for you. You sighed, putting the tray in front of the door.
“Chanyeol? I made lunch, it will be at the door, please, eat it up.” You waited for him to reply, but his voice never came. You only heard the rustling of fabrics for a few seconds, then there was silence once again. “Also, I have to go out, so Seoyun will be home in an hour.”
Noises of his movements could be heard again, and you sighed in relief as the door creaked open for some inches. You even smiled a little when Chanyeol’s mop of hair and fluffy ears peeked out through it. He looked down at you with wide eyes, gaze full of questions. Then, in a small voice, he asked:
“Can’t I just go with you?”
Instantly, your smile turned bitter, giving him an apologetic look and the shook of your head.
“I’m sorry, Chanyeol, I can’t take you there.”
Averting eye contact, he looked down at his feet. He huffed, a scowl coming to his features.
“But I’d be good. I could just wait outside.”
You felt bad for him, and scowled yourself too. He was so persistent about going with you, but you couldn’t just bring him with you to the shelters. At worst, he would misunderstand it, and you certainly didn’t want him to hear you talking about legal options for abused hybrids. You were pretty sure, he would shut off in front of you for a good while, if he heard that conversation. No, you had to go alone, and talk with an expert with a clear mind. Chanyeol would distract you, since you would had to censor your words with him in the room. And you couldn’t just leave him waiting for you in front of a hybrid shelter. What the hell would he think about you after that? Your relationship took a turn for the better lately, ruining it wasn’t something you wanted or needed.
Slowly, you reached out, ruffling his hair a little. He leaned into your touch, so you kept petting him, stroking his golden-furred ears with care.
“You really can’t come along now, Chanyeol.”
His face scrunched up at your words. A sudden emptiness got cozy in you chest when he stepped back and shut the door right in your face. Your hand fell back next to your body, the feel of his fur and hair still tingling your skin.
Chanyeol didn’t come out to eat until Seoyun arrived home sharp at two. You changed a few words with her, mainly thanking her for coming home early for you, but that was all. She acted a little distant, but still as if the conversation from last night never happened. You were stiff around her too, tiptoeing around with your words and actions with knowing where you were planning to go.
You updated her on Chanyeol not eating and about the food for her being in the fridge. She didn’t have to know that you didn’t eat your lunch either, because of the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. Handling secrets and nervousness wasn’t your thing.
Inhaling the cold, but clean winter air you finally noticed your head throbbing with pain, so you took an altered route to the first shelter with bumping into a pharmacy too for some painkillers.
Rubbing your hands together, you blew air on them for warmth, but it wasn’t much help. Luckily, you finally arrived to your destination.
EXO Shelter wasn’t fancy or too outstanding from the outside or the inside. A simple gray building with tinted windows and only the opening hours plastered on the door. A bell tinged when you entered, and the light gray theme continued on the inside too, accompanied with some white furniture.
At the counter a red haired man gave you a smile, and with warm, but curious eyes followed your moves.
“Hello! How can I help you?”
You hesitantly walked up to him, not so sure what you were supposed to do anymore. Was it really the good thing to do? Or your place to do it?
The man waved a hand in front of your face, and you shook your head to get unnecessary questions out of your mind. His name tag said he was Baekhyun, and his smile was a little hesitant now.
“Sorry. I don’t know if I came to the right place,” you said.
“Well, if you are looking for adopting a hybrid or need some advice with taking care of them, then I assume you are right where you need to be.”
“I’m looking for more of help with something a little more… sensitive.”
“Ah!” He winked at you and nodded along knowingly, which only confused you. “Is your hybrid experiencing their first heat?”
“Heat? No, no, no. It’s not like that. And not about my hybrid.” You look around the small welcoming area and the door. People could walk in any moment. “I’m looking for some legal advice.”
“About what?”
“Abuse.”
The pleasant smile fell from his face. Nose scrunching up, he nodded to himself. With a finger held up in the air, he motioned for you to wait, and he reached for the phone on the counter. His fingers quickly put a number in, then in a few seconds he already got hold of who he called.
“Hey! I have a customer with me, I’m sending her in. Hm, no, I don’t know much, but you’ll need Jongdae too, probably. She said abuse and not hers. Okay! Thanks, Junmyeon!” With that, he turned back to you. His smile reappeared, although a little strained. “The boss is ready to see you. You can meet our legal advisor too, but I have to warn you: don’t get your hopes too high up!”
You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he already slipped out from behind the counter and went ahead to a closed door at a further corner of the room. He was fast on his feet, leading you through a few corridors and doors, not once crossing the real shelter area, where the hybrids were. You mostly saw storage and staff’s room, before you arrived to Baekhyun’s boss’ office.
Junmyeon was waiting for you with his door opened, standing up from his chair as soon as you stepped in. Another man, probably the mentioned legal advisor, Jongdae was there with him, both of them giving you rather sad smiles. It only racked your nerves up more.
Baekhyun left you alone after a quick introduction.
Junmyeon offered you a seat opposite from himself. Jongdae stood next to him, resting his hand on the back of his boss’ chair.
“Baekhyun mentioned you are here for advise with hybrids’ abuse. And they are not yours?”
“Ah, yes. My roommate took home a hybrid a few months ago. It wasn’t ideal in the first place… I mean, she stays out a lot because of her job and… Anyways, last night I noticed some bruises on her hybrid’s wrist and arm. They were pretty nasty, and when I mentioned my concerns to my roommate she only said that Chanyeol was bad so she punished him.”
Your voice was weak, and the words left a sour taste in your mouth. Pictures of Chanyeol’s sad eyes came to your mind as he asked you to let him come along. Combined with the thought of him being in pain, it made your heart twist in a painful way.
“What is his breed?”
“Chanyeol is a Labrador Retriever hybrid.”
“From what I understand, mainly you are the one spending time with him. Is that correct?”
“Yes. I work from home, so yes.”
“Good. Have you noticed anything unusual about his behavior beforehand? Any signs that it wasn’t the first time it happened?”
“I’m not sure. He was always a little shy with me. I’m not familiar with hybrids, so I don’t know how he should naturally act, but he always seemed to be afraid to ask to ask for anything from me, if that makes sense.”
Junmyeon shifted in his seat, eyebrows furrowed, lost in his thoughts, a not so promising look in his eyes. And his next words confirmed it too.
“Look, it might sound harsh, but I need to be blunt with you. There’s not much we or you can do yet. Jongdae?”
The other man cleared his throat before speaking up.
“Yeah. The laws are really behind at this moment. I don’t know if you follow the news, but lately there seems to be a shift for the better. There are plenty of protest for hybrids’ rights, including abuse too.”
You leaned back in your seat, feeling defeated. This wasn’t the answer you were looking for. In your mind pictures of the late night news flashed, remembering all those strangers shouting their demands for hybrids to anyone who cared to listen.
Jongdae must have read the hopelessness from your face, as he continued in a softer tone.
“Right now, your only option would be to prosecute your roommate for hybrid abuse and hope for the best. The most favorable option would be if you had firm evidence on what she did to her hybrid, or have him make a statement, and even then it wouldn’t be sure if you could get him out of that situation.”
“Remember that case from last September?” Junmyeon asked suddenly, looking up at his colleague, then back at you. “It was similar to yours, only it was between siblings. The younger one took home a cat hybrid, and after some time the older noticed that something was wrong. The owner physically and sexually abused the hybrid. The older sibling had video evidence of it from different times, so it was a pretty solid evidence. Took it to court, and in the end the abuser got out free and without any punishment. They didn’t even took the hybrid away. A few weeks forward, the hybrid passed away because of ‘unforeseen things’.”
“But how?”
“The owner had a good lawyer.”
“The devil’s advocate, if you ask me.”
“Yeah, that guy only held back for any hybrid case in court. He and the owner basically made up lame excuses for each piece of video evidence. ‘I did this because my hybrid refused to learn to use the toilet’, ‘It happened because they peed on the carpet’, and the forever classic: ‘I punished them because they were bad’. And it wasn’t dismissed in court. What a shameful punch in the face for hybrids rights!”
“So you are telling me that I should sit back and watch my roommate destroy Chanyeol because the law don’t do shit?”
You started to loose your calm. Listening to all these disgusting details about the poor hybrid’s life, you wanted nothing more than spare Chanyeol all that pain. He won’t end up like that, you promised yourself.
“Not at all. But right now, you have nothing to secure your success if you would report your roommate. You should watch and maybe step in if you catch her in action. It would be even better if you could ask for a neighbor to come over when it happens. It means you have a witness on your side, which can’t be that easily dismissed in your case.”
“Also,” Junmyeon chimed in. “You should think hard and long about the future of that hybrid before doing anything rashly. Would you take him in? Could you provide him a safe place, so he could be far from your roommate? Or you would put him in a shelter? Would you ask us to take him in? There’s a lot you have to make clear for yourself before you act. You can’t just get him out of a situation then leave him without any option for his future. I mean, yes, hybrids are partly humans, but the animal part of theirs make them very depending on humans.”
Drumming your fingers on your thigh, you could only keep nodding in response. Your head got full of questions and answers, things that needed to be done, preferably right now, all at once.
Both man gave you expecting looks, but you simply nodded one last time and thanked them for their time and help, promising you will be back after thinking through everything.
Time around Christmas was never your favorite. Before the holidays, you had to rush with editing for the magazine, but afterward it seemed time has stopped, everything was so slow. Anyway, you were happy to get out from your comfort zone and go home to your parents for the holidays, although more than a little anxious for leaving Chanyeol alone.
Seoyun went home for Christmas too, taking Chanyeol with her, so it made you a little relieved. You like to believe that she wouldn’t hurt him while there was a possibility of her parents figuring out what she did.
Until then, you haven’t really talked to Seoyun. All of your conversations were mainly put together of formalities, and Chanyeol shut you off too. He stayed in the bedroom, locked away, only coming out when you told him the meal was ready to be eaten. You tried to talk to him, explaining him what you were planning to do, but he never listened, rather scurried back in the safety of the bedroom before you could tell him anything. So you just sighed, and kept preparing everything for the time when things would go south. And you expected it to happen. Just not right after Christmas.
Happy about finally getting home, you had plans about tucking yourself in your bed and sleeping away any thought of the cold; you fiddled with the lock a little. Your fingers were shaking, since you never wore gloves and the winter air bit into your skin harshly. You felt a weird sense of pride, since you had done so much during the holidays. You checked every point off of your list of things-needed-to-be-done, as leasing a new apartment, getting in touch with a moving company and in all secrecy, you talked with one of your neighbors, explaining them the situation in vague words and asked them to come over if you called them.
You were on a good way to make sure everything was ready if Seoyun acts dangerously towards Chanyeol and you had to give him a new life.
After leaving EXO Shelter, there was only one thing you were sure about: you are not going to let Chanyeol get into there. You will give him a new home if he agrees and wants to live with you.
Shaking off your coat and boots after going in, you dropped your bags down, deciding to put it in your room later. First you needed a mug of hot tea. This cold weather was seriously messing with you, and it haven’t even snowed yet. Maybe soon it will happen, since the sky seemed to be nearly white with all the clouds melting into each other and thermometer never showed numbers above zero lately.
The apartment was quiet. Seoyun sat on the ouch, watching some rerun of a drama in the living room.
“Hey! Happy New Year!” You greeted her with a little bow of your head and she returned it, ripping her eyes off of the screen for a few seconds. You looked around, then casually asked: “Chanyeol?”
She waved your question off, so you assumed he was still moody and locked up in the bedroom. You didn’t want to think about any other options. You noted that you should check on him when Seoyun goes to showering, making sure she didn’t hurt him again.
Shrugging, you went to finally make some tea while listening to the sounds coming from the drama. It must have been a historical one, assuming from all the old kind of talking and mentions of kings and thrones. Otherwise, the apartment was eerily quiet.
It all downed on you when you reached for your mug; an unsettling feeling creeping its way into your body. Something was missing from the shelf. Chanyeol’s mug wasn’t there. He refused to drink hot beverages from anything else than that stupid blue mug with a smiling sun on it. It was childish from him, but that’s just who he was. You tiptoed a little, to see if it was deeper in the cupboard, but you couldn’t see any signs of it, and you just got a really bad feeling. Something dark and bad settled in your stomach, making your guts clench. All that quietness seemed to be more of a ‘calm before the storm’ now.
You rushed back to the living room, forgetting about the cold and the tea.
“What happened to Chanyeol’s mug?” For a moment you felt stupid for asking that, but the bad feeling in you heightened when Seoyun turned her head to you with a nonchalant look.
“I threw it out.”
“Why?”
Her hesitancy made your heart drop, forgetting to breath for a moment. Quick on your feet, you stormed to her bedroom, almost ripping the door open. And you froze right there.
Chanyeol wasn’t in there. All of his stuff were gone. Not even a sign he even lived there, everything wiped out of existence. Seoyun lingered behind you, face a little more careful now, eyeing you for reaction.
“Where is he?” You asked through gritted teeth, seeing red. She noticed your anger too, since she took a step back. It made you aware how you must have looked and acted. Anger got the best out of you. Forcing yourself to calm down a little, you looked back at her expectantly.
“I took him back to a shelter.”
“Why?”
“We weren’t matching, really. He was stubborn, never listening to what I told him to do. Honestly, he even listened to you better than he did to me.”
“So you hit him at first. And now you put him into a shelter because you were a bad owner to him.”
Your words stunned her into silence. You watched her constantly opening and closing her mouth, unable to mutter a response. For a second, you wondered if you hurt her feelings, then you remembered Chanyeol. The bruises on his wrist and arm. The begging look in his eyes as he asked you to let him come with you to whatever place you were going. The curious glances he stole at you while you were working. His little, hopeful smile when you walked to the river and talked about the first snow of the season.
It was too late for Seoyun to be the hurt one in this scenario. She caused irreversible damages to Chanyeol, the innocent hybrid, who she was supposed to take care of. And in that moment you felt relieved that you decided to plan everything out for the time when shit hits the fan.
“Which shelter did you take him to?” Your voice was strong and unwavering, almost demanding. She shivered upon hearing it, but her hands balled into fists.
“I don’t remember its name. It’s the closest to us, near that fancy coffee shop.” In comparison, she whispered, eyes not really meeting yours anymore. You nodded, but she didn’t see it.
“I’ll be moving out in the next week. I will take care of paperwork, talk to the landlord, and pay my share for this month’s rent, bills, everything, but that’s it. You can start looking for a new roommate, or whatever you want, just leave me out of it.”
You walked out of her room, planning to go and find Chanyeol, having a hunch feeling which shelter he could be and hoping you were right, as Seoyun called after you.
“Y/N.” She sighed when you didn’t turn back to her. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t care. I’m not the one you are owning an apology to.” Thinking a little, you turned to look back at her with a hard, pointed look in your eyes. “On the other hand, if you ever try to go near him, you’ll regret it.”
Eyebrows furrowed, you saw that she wanted to question you, but didn’t do it and you were thankful for it. You may have looked all cool and collected to her, but your hands were slightly shaking and your heart was beating so erratically as if it was planning on suicide.
You put your boots and coat back on, biting down on your tongue hard. Your bag waited for you at the front door, right where you put it down, but laundry had to wait some more.
Walking in a fast pace down the streets, you once again looked up hybrid shelters online, searching fo the closest to your apartment. And your intuition was right: EXO Shelter was the closest one, so you really hoped to find Chanyeol there.
You set yourself a quick walking pace. Worry seeped into your thoughts, mixing with your anger towards Seoyun. You wanted to curse at her and tell her off for hours and hours, but you also wished to fin Chanyeol immediately. Since the two couldn’t be done at the same time, obviously, the latter became the priority.
You payed no mind to the people passing by you who looked at your running form questioningly, or even weirdly, you only thought about reaching the shelter fast and begging to an unknown deity to let Chanyeol be there.
And maybe someone up there listened to your silent pleas.
Your abrupt arrival to EXO Shelter must have been a sight to see. There was hours of traveling from home and an argument behind your back, your insides bubbling with worry, anger and hope, all at once.
Baekhyun was behind the counter, watching you pant in the welcoming area. Bending in half as you tried to catch your breath, he tilted his head to the side, then asked:
“Hey, you came back! You okay? ‘Cause you don’t really look okay.”
“Hi! Is Chanyeol here?” You chocked out finally, and went to him.
“Who?”
“A tall dog hybrid. He was put in here after Christmas?”
He seemed to be thinking for a good few seconds, each felt like a minute, and your hopes started to sink to find the lanky puppy here. Damn it, Seoyun, which shelter did you bring him to?
“Wait, you mean the sulky one?” Seeing your arched brow, he explained himself: “Sorry, after the holidays there’s always a ton of hybrids brought in. People are just so irresponsible. They get them for their kids, then kick them out when they realize they should take care of them. Idiots, if you ask me.”
“So, Chanyeol?”
“Ah, Junmyeon told me about you, and yes, he is here. But I should take you to the boss first, I think.”
You bent forward again, still being breathless, but for other reasons than being tired from running so much. A huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and the invisible hand that had a strong grip on your heart, finally released it.
Baekhyun lead you down the same way. You knew from there you couldn’t see any of the hybrids, but you kept looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Chanyeol. The man must have noticed your fidgety peeking actions as he chuckled to himself, then knocked on his boss’ door. After a few seconds, you were invited in.
Your appearance got more reaction out of Junmyeon than it did from Baekhyun. The man behind the desk looked at you with widened eyes, then ever so slowly, a careful smile found its way to his lips.
“I’m happy to see you again.” You bowed at him, feeling nervous. You shifted from one leg to the other. “Thank you, Baek, I’ll handle it from here.”
The red haired man nodded. He gave you a nod too before he went back to his job, and closed the door behind himself.
Despite the smile, the look in his eyes were tired and alerted. You wanted him to tell you everything and take you to Chanyeol immediately, but his gaze held you back from asking. Fidgeting with your fingers, you simply sat down on the offered chair.
Junmyeon took his sweet time before he started to talk.
“I’m glad you came.” Mustering up your courage to protest, he dismissed it with waving. “It will probably seem unnecessary to you, but we have to go through some formalities. Is that okay with you?”
“Of course.”
“I assume you are here for Chanyeol.” You nodded, he continued. “Good. Do you have anything to do with his injuries?”
The air was knocked out of your lungs. You both knew you didn’t. He even said it was just formalities. But the way he phrased it meant Chanyeol was hurt again.
Your hand balled into fists, and you had to internally count to ten – or maybe sixty –, to be able relaxing. Letting out a long breath, you covered your face with your hand, thumb and index-finger massaging your temples. Whatever you tried, you couldn’t ready yourself for anything that were coming after that.
“So? Do you?” Junymeon’s voice tore you out of your thoughts.
“No. Last time I saw him was before Christmas.”
“That’s good. Are there any witnesses to confirm that?”
“I was with my parents the whole time. I wasn’t even in town, only came home this morning.”
His smile widened into a relieved one; one which you couldn’t read well. You had pieces of the puzzle, but your hands were trembling so bad you couldn’t put them together, to get the full picture. You figured that Chanyeol was injured again, and apparently they suspected you, too? Or maybe they just…
“Okay. I had to make sure you weren’t involved in what happened. And for Chanyeol’s sake, I hope you decided what you would do since last time we met.”
“Can you tell what happened finally? How’s Chanyeol? Can I see him now?”
“In a few minutes, you can. First, tell me your decision.”
The words stuck on your tongue, but you sputtered them out. You wanted this. Chanyeol needed and deserved this. A peaceful home together.
“I’m going to adopt him.”
“When?”
“Right now, if it’s possible. But I need a week before I can take him home.”
He cocked an eyebrow. The grip on your heart was back, but not so harshly.
“Your roommate?”
“I’m moving out. I won’t be taking him near that place ever again.”
Junmyeon must have been satisfied with your answers, since he abruptly stood up, motioning for you to do the same. You followed him as he walked out of the office, leading the way. With a few quick steps you fell in pace with him.
“That woman brought Chanyeol here, telling us how he was not up to her expectation. At first glance, he looked okay, but sad and drained out of life. He refused to eat, only asked for ‘Y/N Noona’. We noticed his injuries only on the second day.”
The lump in your throat grew as his words got heavier. Your heart beat to a fast rhythm, you hated it. You felt sick in your stomach.
With a dry mouth, you asked:
“How is he now?”
“He lets us tend to his bruises so they are healing fine, luckily. Barely eats, not even the home-cooked meals. Refuses to talk, and… he often asked us to find you in the beginning, but two days ago he stopped talking completely.”
Junmyeon’s words hung over you heavily, like a sword ready to kill you if you dare to make a mistake. And you didn’t plan making any. You wanted to comfort Chanyeol and make sure he is willing to come home with you.
“Let me talk to him alone. Please.”
“Okay. But I will be on the other side of the door, listening and step in if you upset him.”
Arguing wouldn’t do you a favor, so you nodded instead. After going through one more door, you arrived to the… well, you didn’t know what to call them. It was a plain hallway with a lot of glass doors, each one of them having a hybrid behind them.
Junmyeon led you to the last one, pointing at the glass.
“He’s in there.”
You followed the direction of his finger, seeing a little yellow room, with a brown bed. A curled up figure laid on it, golden ears peeking out of brown hair. His face was hidden from you, and he wore gray clothes: sweatpants and a hoodie. The pants were too short for him, his ankles were uncovered along with his feet.
Junmyeon opened the door for you with a key taken from his pocket. Your hands were shaking as you reached for the handle, but before you could walk in, he spoke up once again:
“I’ll be right here, listening.”
You hummed in agreement, eyes never leaving Chanyeol’s figure. You saw his ears twitch a little, but still not moving.
Walking in, your hands were sweaty and warm. Feeling restless you shifted from one foot to the other, looking for the perfect words to say to him. But they weren’t needed.
You saw Chanyeol’s chest rise as he breathed, then he froze. His head shot up, ears perking up in anticipation as he looked right at you. When you locked eyes with him, Chanyeol was quick on his feet, caging you with his arms after two long strides of his feet.
Tears were fast to come, fingers tightly clutching into the fabric of the hoodie. His lanky body was wrapped around you, the hug felt more like a bear’s rather than a dog hybrid’s, but it was perfect. All the words you planned to tell him died on your lips as you felt him shiver and shake against you, a drained noise leaving his mouth, involuntarily.
You twined your fingers into his hair, caressing and petting his head and ears, while he hugged you tighter.
“Y/N Noona,” he chocked out, and your heart shattered right there. “I knew you would come for me.”
“Of course, Chanyeol, of course I came.”
Soft voice and hands seemed to work wonders on him. He slowly calmed down in your arms, but refused to let you go. He kept tugging the sleeve of your coat when you let him go, only to look for a napkin to clean his face a little. You didn’t have one on you, so you wiped his tears with your fingers and the back of your hand. Chanyeol leaned into your touch, starved of affection for a long while. You were willing to give him anything he needed to see him smile again.
“Let’s sit down, Chanyeol,” you guided him to the single bed in the narrow room, very aware of the gaze staring holes into your back, watching your every move. You had to work hard to ignore it completely, and only focus on him.
Chanyeol pressed himself close to you when you took seat on the edge of the mattress, his thigh and arm aligning with yours, hands still grasping your wrist. He was trying to stop you from leaving, you realized.
“Are you here to take me back?” He asked in a raspy voice, words small compared to his size. He hiccuped and fresh tears streamed down his cheeks as you looked at him. You caught the tears before they fell, then hugged him. He felt so little in your arms. “I don’t want to go back, Noona.”
“We’re going to go home, Chanyeol,” you choked out, caressing his back slowly. “Nothing bad will happen to you ever again, okay?”
“But I don’t want to go back there! I’ll be a good boy, I promise you, so please, don’t take me back there,” he begged you.
“I won’t. I promise. Just give me a little time.”
Your whispered words were welcomed with soft humming, and he started to calm down in your hold. He just laid there, clinging to your hand and his breathing finally became even, sobs not escaping his lips anymore.
Sighing, you hugged him a little tighter.
“Can you do something for me, Chanyeol?” He stiffened in your arms, still as a stone, making you assume you said the wrong thing. But it needed to be cleared, so you continued: “You are going to come home with me, but I still have a few things to take care of. I need a week to prepare everything before I take you home. That is, if you want to live with me.”
“You’ll leave me here for one more week?”
His grasp on your hand was hard as steel. You softened your voice, trying not to upset him more.
“I’ll visit you everyday. But right now, our home is not ready yet. I have to move my things and buy you new ones.”
You decided he didn’t need to know the details of today’s happening. In a week, you’ll move out of your shared apartment and take Chanyeol to your new place. A fresh start for the both of you. You will figure out the rest together when you get there. First, you wanted to get over with this week, because you had a lot of things on your plate for now. Like moving, shopping basic stuff for Chanyeol (you would go and buy personal ones with him, so he could choose anything he wants or likes), getting paperwork done about moving out, talking with your current landlord, and the list just goes on, and on, and on.
Waiting for him to react felt like an eternity. But you were willing to wait. It was all for him, so you had to be sure he was okay with all of this. If he wasn’t a hundred percent sure, then you have to change your plans, until he is satisfied.
Voice low and shaky, he asked:
“You’ll come tomorrow too, right?”
“Yes. I will visit you every day until you can come home with me.” One of his hand landed on your knee, and gave it a squeeze. He was holding onto you with all of his might, so you added: “You’ll be okay. I promise.”
“I’m just happy that Noona found me. I thought…”
“And I’m happy that I found you. Nothing else matters. I found us a nice home, but we have to go pick your furniture and clothes yet.”
This seemed to catch his interest. His ears twitched in anticipation, and he twisted and turned in you arms until his back was laying on your lap and he could look up at you. Smiling down at him, you pushed his bangs back from his forehead. The skin around his eyes were red from crying, but the dark brown orbs finally shined with some happiness.
“I can pick anything I want?”
“Only between reasonable bounds. I’m not buying anything crazy or too pricey. I can’t afford going overboard right now.”
Chanyeol’s gaze drifted to the ceiling before locking eyes with you again. He was a little more serious now.
“I’m sorry for making you go through all this trouble for me.”
Your heart jumped in your chest, trying to escape through your throat, and you failed to slow its beating down. Without thinking, you placed a hand on his cheek, carefully caressing it. He hummed and closed his eyes in content. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“It’s not a trouble at all, Chanyeol.”
He didn’t reply, rather leaned into your touch. The crease between his eyebrows seemed to dissolve slowly, and you sighed loudly. Chanyeol’s eyelashes fluttered as your breath hit his skin, but didn’t open his eyes. His hands blindly reached out, feeling around until he found yours and grabbed them. Your hands were much smaller in his warm hold.
Time went by fast, and you noticed Junmyeon knocking on the glass door.
Chanyeol shuddered in your lap, his fingers squeezing your hand, but not letting them go. As you looked up, the owner pf the shelter motioned at his wrist watch, and you knew your time was up. They were probably closing for the day.
Stroking Chanyeol’s hair and ears one more time, you urged him to get up and asked for one more hug.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Hey, don’t be so sad! I said I’ll come by every day, and the week will be passing by fast, you’ll see.”
“Mm-hm,” he still sounded like he didn’t believe you. You patted his back, then grabbed his shoulders to look him in the eyes.
“And, Chanyeol? Eat the meals they’re giving you.”
“But they smell bad. Can’t you cook and bring it for me, Noona?”
He gave you big puppy-eyes, and you knew you were bought just like that.
Junmyeon knocked again, so you let Chanyeol go, and one more time, you promised to visit him tomorrow, too.
It felt weird tiptoeing around Seoyun in the apartment, so you went out early to work from a coffee shop or to order basic stuff for your new place. Though, after you got home last night she tried to talk to you, carefully choosing her words to find out whether you reported her or not. You refused to speak to her, and went straight to your room. Fortunately, she wasn’t brave enough to follow you.
The next day, Baekhyun waited for you with a stack of papers and a boxy grin.
“There you go!” He handed you the papers over the counter. “Junmyeon isn’t here, but asked me to give you these. It’s mostly about the usual things you should know about hybrids, their needs and how to provide them a safe home. You should go over it a few times, Junmyeon will probably test you on it before letting you sign the adopting papers.”
You were quick to flip over the pages, your eyes scanning the sentences, a few words stuck to your brain. You only paid half attention to Baekhyun. Your mind was already on the task to memorize most of those stuff sooner – it meant that Chanyeol could be with you sooner, too.
A light chuckle from the red haired man brought your attention back to him.
“You don’t have to learn all of it by today. I thought you are here to see our Chanyeol.”
“I am. How is he today?”
Stuffing the papers in your bag, next to your notebook, your eyes wandered to the food you brought for Chanyeol.
You watched Baekhyun close the shop before leading you to the back, down the same path that Junmyeon walked with you.
“He started to eat. Not much, but it’s a progress so far.” He seemed to be getting lost in his memories for a good second, before adding: “Oh, and he talks now. Mainly about you and that you will be taking him home in a week.”
Your cheeks felt hot and your head was dizzy for no apparent reason. Chanyeol must be really excited to finally get away from here, so he couldn’t stop talking about it. It was heartwarming. Now, you wanted to take him to your new home even sooner.
Baekhyun took you to the same hallway filled with doors that hid hybrids behind them. You were more confident in walking in there today, already having an idea what was waiting for you on the other side of the door.
And you were right.
Chanyeol threw himself at you, his long strides almost invisible to your eyes since he was so fast.
You heard Baekhyun laugh from behind, as you could barely keep yourself standing with all of Chanyeol’s weight put on you. You smiled and took a deep breathe of his scent. His mop of hair tickled your face, and you caressed his back with gentle touches.
“I’ll be back later, okay? I have to re-open the shop before Junymeon gets back, so be good you two!”
Barely registering his words, you were too occupied with hugging Chanyeol.
He smelled better, and wore fresh clothes. The apples of his cheeks were tinted with a light blush as he smiled right in front of your face.
You squeezed out a small ‘Yes, thank you!’ before giving your full attention to the giant hybrid attached to your body. He doesn’t seemed to listen to any of your conversation, just happily sighed in your ear and hugged you tigther.
His fluffy ears tickled your nose. You pressed a light kiss on the top of his head. Shiver ran through Chanyeol’s body.
For a long second, the world seemed to stop around you. The only sound you could hear was Chanyeol’s soft breathing. You held back your own. Waiting. And waiting.
Then the door clicked shut behind you, and you snapped out of the weirdly silent moment.
“Did you eat?”
Your question resulted in him pouting and letting his arms loose around you.
“I did. It wasn’t good.”
“I’m sure they gave you the food you need.”
“But what’s the point if it’s not delicious?” Chanyeol was acting sulky, and he kept sniffing around in the air. With his senses, he will find the food and the goods in your bag, rather sooner than later.
Combing through his hair, you petted his ears, then decided to have mercy on him and give him the dish you prepared. His head immediately shot in the direction of your bag. Eyes trained on your hands as you took out a plastic container, filled with some pasta and sauce; the very first meal you made for him.
It seemed to threw Chanyeol off. He could only stare at you and the container, eyes getting shinier with each passing second. He stopped moving over all, so you guided him to his temporary bed, and sat him down.
“You still love pasta, right?” You asked him, although you knew the answer.
He hummed eagerly. The look of concentration didn’t leave his face when you took off the container’s lid. His nostrils flared up as the meaty smell filled the small room. A warm, fluttery feeling bloomed in your chest, making you smile.
Your hand moved on its own as Chanyeol hesitantly opened his mouth, patiently waiting for you to feed him.
So you did.
Trying to stop the shaking of your hand, you moved the utensil fast close to him, ending up stuffing Chanyeol’s face. His eyes grew wide, and a satisfied smile spread on his lips. Those puppy-eyes of his shut in content, and an invisible weight quietly lifted off of your shoulders.
Seeing him eat and smile was all you could ask for in that situation. Maybe if you knew for sure if he slept well and for long enough hours, you could call it a day, but things weren’t that easy. They never were.
“In the evening I will go through all that paper, then in the morning start fixing if anything needed to be before the week ends,” you told him between two bites.
Chanyeol only hummed in response, being more interested in the food than your words. But you saw him glare in the direction of the stack of papers that were peeking out of your bag.
“Will you come tomorrow too?” He asked in a small voice.
“I will. What do you want to eat then?”
“Pasta and meat are good for me.”
After gathering and feeding Chanyeol the last pieces of the meal, you put away the container and the fork. While packing, you wondered what could you talk to him about without being insensitive. You really wanted to tell him about how it snowed during early morning, but worried if it would make him fall back into the pit of despair, so you didn’t. You remembered how you talked with him about experiencing it together by the river this winter.
Chanyeol’s face softened, a troubled expression took over his features, his smile slowly disappeared. You couldn’t solve the mystery behind the sudden change in his feelings. His eyes fell on you again, begging you to understand what he tried to communicate to you. Never in your life you wished more for the gift of reading people’s mind. But you didn’t have that power, so you asked him:
“What’s wrong, Chanyeol?”
“It’s nothing, Noona. I just… What happened to…”
There was no need for him to say who or what he was talking about anymore. You were most certain it was Seoyun. The fear in his eyes spoke more than words could. You opened your arms, inviting him for a hug to chase away his demons that manifested in the form of your old roommate. And you were willing to keep him as far away from her as you could.
Stroking through his hair, you gently whispered in his ear.
“You don’t have to worry about that. You will never meet her ever again.”
“I believe you, Noona.” He let out a sigh after saying that. Your heart shyly fluttered in your chest, and it was pointless to pretend he couldn’t hear how fast it was beating.
Days seemed to be flying past rather fast; time only seemed to slow down when you were not with Chanyeol.
He became more and more excited with every passing day, his ears kept twitching when around you, and the happy smile never left his face.
You read through all paperwork Baekhyun gave you during the time you weren’t working or with Chanyeol. Sleep wasn’t your companion lately, there was always something to do around the new apartment. Some parts even required you to make the place child-proof for him. Your days consisted of work, visiting Chanyeol, shopping and working on the apartment. Then the next day it repeated all over again.
The day finally arrived. Junmyeon welcomed you as soon as the shelter opened. You didn’t tell him that you went there an hour earlier and waited in your car until it was time.
Feelings were funny little things. They made you do stuff you never dared to imagine, but here you were: ready to adopt a hybrid – no, not just a hybrid, but Chanyeol –, who you grew so fond of. You were curious what life held for you from that point on.
“Are you ready?” Baekhyun’s red mop of hair made a sudden appearance in front of you, forcing you to make a halt in your steps. He answered his own question before you could even react. “Of course, you are. Chanyeol is really excited, he just won’t shut up about finally going home.”
“He is happy,” Junmyeon added with a more head-level tone. “But be gentle with him. He went through a serious trauma, its effect might kick in later.”
“Nightmares are for sure to be expected. Victims of abuse most of the times experience PTSD in the form of nightmares. They usually come out when they finally feel safe. Our mind do that to protect us from falling apart.”
The red head’s voice sounded sincere, free from joy or his usual spirit. You nodded at both men, not so patiently waiting for them to lead you to Chanyeol or the other way around. As if they heard your thoughts, Junmyeon motioned with his head for Baekhyun to go. His smile only then returned.
“I’ll be back with him in a moment.” With that, he left the office.
Junmyeon cleared his throat. You sat down, and the owner of the shelter gave you a little stack of papers.
“Read through them carefully, then sign at the bottom of the last page on both copies. As you requested, we included that you will have full responsibility of Chanyeol and you won’t be able to give him up in any shelter. It will be showing up on your file, just in case, and we will be sending your files to other shelters.” He coughed bashfully again. “This may seem a little too much, but we are trying to make sure he won’t have to go through that experience again.”
“It’s perfectly understandable. It will give Chanyeol reassurance, too.”
“Yes. We also included that only on his request can he be returned. I hope it won’t be the case, but if somehow the same patterns occur, Chanyeol can ask us to take him back, and a legal case will be opened up against you.”
It might have sounded scaring or alarming to anyone else, but you knew better. It was all to protect Chanyeol in the future and to secure him a safe home.
As you were going over the adoption papers, you heard a soft knock on the door. Junmyeon called them in. You watched Baekhyun return with a tall and smiling Chanyeol. His fluffy ears were twitching in excitement. When your eyes met, his smile widened and shyly walked to you. He placed his hand on the back of your chair. You couldn’t resist stroking his fingers before going back to the papers.
You finished reading them rather fast, then signed them with your initials.
It was done. The papers were signed, the apartment is ready for your future lives. It felt liberating, and a warm, bubbly feeling seeped into you. Is it what pure happiness felt like?
The four of you would have seemed like a merry little group to an outsider, but you knew that all of you were not just happy, but relieved. For Junmyeon and Baekhyun, it was a case won without any battles and they would know that a hybrid brought to their shelter will be in good care from that point on. For you, it was like saving someone so dear to your heart – a member of your family. For Chanyeol… It was written all over his face. A brand new start of his life. Finally being himself, being comfortable.
There will be difficulties, you knew that, and Junmyeon warned you earlier. But after the rain, the sun will always shine a little brighter and warmer. It was the course of life – with its occasional ups and downs.
They way to your new home was rather quiet. You saw how badly Chanyeol wanted to question where you were going, but never uttered a word. He just stared out the window from next to you, his ears still twitching from time to time as he watched the traffic around you. At a red light, he reached out for your hand. Quickly squeezing your fingers, then his hand was back on is lap.
Taking a look at his too short sweats, you said:
“Let’s go home first, and after that we could go get you some more comfortable clothes, okay?”
He nodded.
The apartment wasn’t that far from EXO Shelter with car, but it was far enough to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally run into Seoyun on a daily basis. A different part of town, more calm and modern then your previous place. You thought Chanyeol might like it when you picked it.
After parking in the buildings garage, you showed Chanyeol how to get to the lift from there, then went outside to show him the main entrance. Nothing special, but you knew he preferred walking instead of car rides, so you figured you should go that way first.
You didn’t even enter the building, but he was already holding onto the sleeve of your coat, tugging it a little with every step you took. Smiling, you got a hold of his hand, and never let go until you arrived to your apartment.
Fifth floor, door fifty-seven. A simple, light brown door, with the numbers painted on them with black.
Chanyeol clinged to you as you unlocked and opened the door, giving both of your a good look at the place. A little front area, barely big enough for two people to stand there and take their shoes off, which immediately opened into the living room. Not so big or spacious, but good enough. A TV, a coffee table, a couch and an armchair could fit in, but nothing really more. You had to make the decision of not having a dining table, since there wasn’t enough room for it, but to your luck, the kitchen was big for a little table with two chairs, and you could still comfortably cook – even if the two of you were in there. It was on the right side of the living room.
The two rooms were on the other side right next to each other, and a little bathroom next to the right bedroom. You planned to give Chanyeol the bedroom on the left side, since it had view on both the street and the small playground next to your apartment.
Chanyeol was in awe. His eyes grew bigger than you have ever seen them as he looks around the apartment. He touches everything with a little hesitancy, but as you never scold him for doing it, he becomes more courageous. Fingers dusting off your laptop on the couch, holding up some papers you have left on the small diner table, peaking into every cabinet and wardrobe.
Lastly, he goes for the bedrooms. He marches into yours, and comes out with a warm smile. Then hesitant again, he goes to his own. It seems he doesn’t like that so much, which makes your heart heavy. You know it doesn’t feel like a home to him yet – hell, it doesn’t feel like that to you either yet! –, but together you could make it.
Waiting for his reaction, still standing in the entrance area, you said:
“I know it isn’t much yet, but we can also buy some furniture tomorrow.”
He failed to respond, but you saw his tall figure slightly shake as he looked around the place again, turning his back to you. A long exhale escaped him, shoulders sank along with his whole body. The sudden change in his mood through you off too, but it was understandable. He went through a lot, more than you could ever wrap your head around now. Maybe, later he would feel safe and be comfortable enough to share it with you.
Chanyeol quickly turned and charged in your direction. Before you could understand what was happening, his arms were wrapped around you, his larger frame locking you in a tight hug. He was still shaking, more violently than before. You felt wetness falling on your face, but the tears didn’t belong to you.
“Thank you, Noona. I’m just… so happy. I’ve never had someone do so much for me and… make me this happy. I feel…”
Overwhelmed. He was feeling a lot of kind of feelings all at once, you figured from the way he sobbed and choked his words out. The torn, yet positive tone in his voice made you tear up as well.
No words were needed.
Being there for him was enough for Chanyeol to realize: he was finally home.
The first night in the apartment together was rough for both of you. Until the sun was up, everything felt light and dream like, but with the night came unsettling feelings, restlessness, mostly on Chanyeol’s side.
After dinner, he took a long shower while you cleaned up the aftermath of the meal. Washing the dishes, you proudly thought about how Chanyeol basically destroyed the dinner, even ate your leftovers.
You watched a movie later, but time was running by fast, and both of you were yawning crazily, so you decided it was time to go to bed. Wasn’t one of your best ideas, you figured later on.
Quickly showering you put on your pajamas, said goodnight to Chanyeol, but he lacked his usual shine. He was back in his gloomy mood, but you couldn’t help the tiredness that took over you. Running errands all week, while working and doing your daily things were exhausting, not even mentioning the emotional side of it all. It took its toll on you greatly.
“I’ll leave my bedroom door open, if anything happens you can come in and wake me up. Okay? And by anything, I mean anything. Bad dreams, sleeplessness, really anything. But I have to sleep for a few hours.”
“Okay. Have nice dreams, Noona.”
“You too, Chanyeol. Sleep tight, we have a long day ahead of us.”
He hummed in agreement, but it left a bitterness in you. You were prepared for a few hours of sleep, but despite the heavy feeling in your eyes, you just couldn’t fall asleep. You were hyper aware of all the noises Chanyeol made in the other room. You could hear him toss and turn almost every minute, and you couldn’t blame him. With everything that happened to him, in a brand new place, it wasn’t an easy task to sleep.
After he started to pace up and down in his room, you decided it was okay to put your tiredness aside for a little while. You went to Chanyeol’s room, and found him looking out the window, the blanket loosely wrapped around him. His tall figure looked even bigger in the mere moonlight that shone from outside, but his eyes made him vulnerable. Those lost puppy-eyes reflected loneliness and pain, that was too much for you to comprehend.
“Can’t sleep, Chanyeollie?”
Your voice was merely above a whisper.
“Mhm.”
“I told you to come to me if you have trouble sleeping,” you scolded him lightheartedly. Reaching out a hand for him seemed to work like magic, as his body responded immediately. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly.
“You were breathing slowly, so I thought you were already asleep.”
Leading him to the living room, you motioned for him to sit down, but instead he followed you to the kitchen. In two mugs, you warmed some milk for yourselves. Your mother used to give you warm milk with a hint of sugar to help you sleep easier when you were little.
Armed with your mugs, you sat down on the couch, getting comfortable in the blanket Chanyeol threw over you. It was warm from his body heat, soothing your mind with his familiar scent. He is finally safe with you, your mind kept telling you again and again.
Chanyeol kept wriggling next to you, until his side was pressed to yours, legs and arms aligning. You extended your arm for him to come even closer. He must have been touch starved, he was very much showing signs of it. You flickered through channels on the TV, desperately searching for some drama Chanyeol loved so dearly. The one you watched together last time has already finished, but some reruns would be good for now too.
“Let’s watch that,” Chanyeol said quietly at one point.
With the softly blinking lights from the TV, your eyelids got heavy again as you slowly stroked Chanyeol’s hair. Eventually, he put his head on your lap, long limbs stretching out on the little remaining space of the couch. You couldn’t see his face well, but you heard his breathing getting even and quiet, and after the first snore he let out, you allowed yourself to fall asleep.
It was still dark outside when you woke up. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what made you wake up. The TV was still flickering, the early news shows have already started. The anchor lady was talking about some petty theft case that’s been finally concluded after months of work on the police’s side. You didn’t really care, maybe if they were telling something about the hybrids, you would be glued to the screen.
Chanyeol was still sleeping on your lap, looking like haven’t moved all night, only his arms snaked around your waist. Even in his sleep he held you with a firm grip, hands fisted with the material of your shirt.
You picked up caressing his hair and his face eventually, wondering how your day should go. Shopping and arranging the furniture would take up all of your time, and you also wanted to squeeze in some cooking and working.
While you were lost in your thoughts, Chanyeol stirred. His eyelids slowly fluttered and opened, a sleepy smile instantly tugged on his lips. You returned it just as happily.
“Good morning, Chanyeol.”
“Good morning, Noona.”
“Did you sleep well? You look well rested.”
“Yes. I haven’t had any bad dreams, so it was good.”
“That’s good to hear! Soon you’ll have sweet dreams, too.”
Chanyeol looked a little unsure about your claim, but only shrugged. His eyes were big, almost begging you not to lie.
Things took a turn for the better, but it was such a slow progress, that if you wouldn’t pay attention to the little things slipping from Chanyeol’s mouth, you’d barely notice it day by day.
Half words about feeling safe. A lazy smile after a dreamless night or a nap. His innocent voice thanking you for the food you prepared. Afternoons spent together binge watching dramas. His body aligning with yours while you worked away on your laptop. The little things that showed things were going right.
There were also bad days. And even worse nights when he woke up from a nightmare, sobbing, crying, shaking endlessly, sometimes even screaming. To avoid the difficult night, he started to sleep with you more often and often. Being close to you gave him enough sense of comfort to sleep soundlessly. The promised sweet dreams only came after three months of sleeping with you.
You became used to Chanyeol being there in your room when you went to sleep. Him, looking up at you soft and sleepy from under the comforters. Every night, you went to sleep silently thanking Junmyeon, Baekhyun and Jongdae from the shelter for helping you go through with your plans. Because you wouldn’t have it any other way.
During weekends, you two went on walks around the city, always visiting a park, but you were being careful not to go near the area of your old apartment. Chanyeol was healing, he didn’t need his barely closed wounds to be ripped open again.
He even made a few friends in a nearby park. Kyungsoo, a cat hybrid and his owner, Minseok stole a place in Chanyeol’s heart. The other hybrid didn’t seem to be so fond of him and his over the place personality at first glance, but soon warmed up to him. Both you and Minseok noticed his soft expression when he thought none of you were paying attention. They became friends and regular visitors at your place, and the other way around.
Minseok was easy to talk to. Never asking too much, knowing when not to pry further into certain topics. A welcomed change after being holed up in your own world, surrounded with only work and Seoyun for so long.
The next snowfall came only in February, on a calm Saturday evening. You were already walking home. Chanyeol occasionally sniffing the air for a few hours now.
“It smells weird, Noona. So clear and fresh.”
“Do you like it?”
“I don’t know yet.”
His hand were engulfing yours while walking in silence. Chanyeol insisted holding your hand when he noticed you rubbing your fingers together, fighting against the cold. He always noticed everything when it came to you.
Chanyeol was still trying to find out why the air was so eerily fresh, and you were smiling on the inside. The weather forecast promised snowing for tonight, and you hoped it would happen before you arrive home from your little trip.
And hope was fulfilled. The first snowflake caught Chanyeol by surprise, quietly landed on his face as he was looking up at the white clouded sky, and melted immediately. He froze on spot, yanking your hand and making you stop too. His eyes grew big as the snow started to fall. White flakes landing without a pattern, first here and there, then a moment later it was everywhere. In only ten minutes there would be a white blanket laid on the city.
With bright and shining eyes Chanyeol looked at you, smiling so widely that his teeth were showing. He looked up at the sky again, watched the snow cover everything, then his eyes were on you.
“I like it, Noona, if it means it’s going to be snowing.”
He jerked your hand, making you almost trip and fall, but before any of that could happen, he catches you in his arms, hugging you tight. His breath was warm, chest rising and falling fast as he sniffed once more.
“You won’t miss the first snow with me again, Chanyeol,” you whispered to him almost shyly, and felt yourself blush as he let go of you.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Yeah, you thought as you continued walking home and Chanyeol kept looking at the sky, but never let go of your hand. You wouldn’t change anything about the past months if it meant you could see his smiles forever.
Word count: 1.781
Genre: fluff, smut
Author: maari
Warnings: Sex, Chanyeol is kinda horny lol MINORS DO NOT INTERACT this is a 18+ story
Note: This is really the smut I'm most proud to have written so far. I wrote listening to give me love by ed sheeran
Request: can I request for a Chanyeol smut (soft vanilla sex on a rainy day) kinda theme
⫷ Exo Masterlist
Y/N opened the door with a huge smile, she knew who it was even before she saw it, she knew the ring on the bell that only her boyfriend did.
She saw her boyfriend smirk before taking a step towards her and shaking his head from side to side, causing the remnants of water in his hair to land on her face, and she put her hand up to stop it.
"Park, don't do it like that!" she said, trying her best not to laugh but seeing his face turn into a pout, it was practically impossible.
"I'm not Park to you." he complained, stopping shaking his hair and closing the door behind him, he took off his shoes while still looking at his girlfriend. "I'm baby, love, sweetie, even yoda. Except Park."
Y/N laughed, shaking her head, not only was he serious but his expression was also serious.
“Okay, babe.”
"That's better." he smiled slightly and reached over to cup her face with one hand, which practically took her entire face, and kissed her softly.
"So is it raining a lot outside?" she asked as soon as he pulled away, feeling his icy lips as well as the tip of his nose.
"It's starting." he replied as he took off the thick coat he was wearing.
"Come on, I'm going to make you some hot chocolate to warm you up." she said, holding out her hand for him to take.
"I know a more efficient way to warm up." he raised his eyebrow and smirked, holding her hand.
Y/N frowned, looking at him in disbelief.
"Can't you settle down for a minute?" she asked in disbelief and heard him chuckle.
"I was talking about blankets!" he defended himself and Y/N stopped to narrow her eyes.
She knew her boyfriend very well.
“Yeah, right.”
Chanyeol continued laughing and took the opportunity to hug his girlfriend from behind as they went to the kitchen.
While she made hot chocolate, they talked about their jobs. And after enjoying the hot chocolate while still in a lively conversation, Chanyeol went back to the living room while Y/N went to get a blanket to share while watching tv.
He was already waiting for her on the couch and held out his arms for her to sit hugging him, Y/N didn't think twice about doing this and covered her own body and Chanyeol's with the blanket while burying her face in his torso.
She smiled as she felt him wrap around her waist, she was practically being crushed by her boyfriend's embrace but that didn't matter because smelling the perfume and feeling the heat of his body was enough.
Whatever movie was playing on tv wasn't getting the attention it deserved from either of them.
Y/N was too busy feeling her boyfriend's heavy breathing as he directed a hand inside the blouse she was wearing, he smirked as he felt her skin tingle between his fingers and Y/N released the breath she was holding when noticing that his fingers were against the clasp of her bra.
"I still know how to take my clothes off, you know." she spoke softly, Chanyeol's free hand was making an almost imperceptible caress on the bone of her waist.
"But I do it so much better." he spoke low, in the same tone as her.
Y/N had to close her eyes when she heard his deep voice so husky.
She bit her lower lip as he undid the clasp on her bra and his fingers played with the patch of skin.
It didn't matter what the temperature of the air conditioner was, the living room started to get a lot hotter.
"Come on, baby." he whined. "Just look at me."
She swallowed hard because she already knew what Chanyeol's eyes would do to her but even so, she opened her eyes and turned her head to face him.
His eyes were fixed on her and the hand that was on her waist went up to her face, making a soft caress on her cheek, he seemed to want to record every detail of her face, although he knew every inch.
Chanyeol's dark eyes were like a black hole that pulled Y/N closer and like a magnet, their lips moved closer together.
She sighed with the contact of his soft lips and her heart accelerated even more, Chanyeol took the opportunity to use the hand that was on her face to position her head to the side and deepen the kiss a little more without losing the sensual and slow rhythm that made her head spin.
His kiss was addictive and it didn't seem to be enough, not when Y/N's hands went to his strong shoulders and she realized the sweater he was wearing was getting in the way.
She was lifting her trunk so she could sit on his lap when Chanyeol broke the kiss, making her look at him confused. He pressed his nose to hers and made an Eskimo kissing motion, eliciting a discreet smile from her.
"Let's go to the room." he whispered, looking at her.
Y/N frowned. The boyfriend never minded having sex on the couch, in fact he loved it.
She nodded and before she could do anything, Chanyeol had her in his arms, getting up from the couch and carrying her as if she weighed nothing.
She laughed and rested her hands on the back of his neck, Chanyeol had a different sparkle in his eyes.
He didn't let her say anything and went back to kissing her with a little more intensity, she responded with the same desire as she was carried to the bedroom.
Gently, as their tongues met, Chanyeol placed her on the bed and positioned himself on top of her slowly, their tastes mingled and Y/N's hands did the work of ruffling the boyfriend's hair.
She laid down on the bed and brought Chanyeol with her, she needed to feel his body glued to hers and already without air they separated.
One more intense exchange of glances ensued before he started kissing her face, first the tip of her nose, then her chin, followed by her cheek, her eye and finally her forehead.
She smiled completely silly in love as she brought her hands to the back of his neck, caressing the skin.
When he pulled away, he raised his arms and she got the message, taking the opportunity to remove that sweater at once.
As soon as she did, her eyes were lost on Chanyeol's torso as her fingers caressed her boyfriend's skin, which contracted at the touch.
Taking her face in his wide, warm hands, he began another kiss. A little faster this time as her hands roamed the length of his broad back.
The kiss didn't last long as both of their breathing was ragged, he directed the kiss to Y/N's neck who dropped her head to the side, giving him full access.
But Chanyeol was having difficulty with the collar of her shirt, even pushing it away with his hands he couldn't reach the point he wanted.
So before he ended up tearing it, as he had already done a few times without meaning to, he reached for the hem of her blouse and pulled. Y/N helped and felt her body tremble and heat even more at the same time when she saw Chanyeol's eyes completely mesmerized by the crooked way her open bra was covering her breasts.
Chanyeol hugged her and buried his face between her breasts, distributing short kisses over her warm skin and Y/N just sighed loudly as her hands went back to his hair, this time pulling every time she felt his wet lips place kisses on each inch of her bust. Until the bra was no longer an impediment, as he took it off.
He thought it was cute how he could feel how fast his girlfriend's heart was beating, because he was no different, he felt like a volcano about to erupt.
He kissed every inch of her body, hearing her moan softly as he removed every piece of clothing that would get in the way of contemplating the sight of her bare in front of him. So beautiful and pure.
Y/N felt her cheeks burn when she saw him looking at her so intensely, as if he was drunk with love, so she took the opportunity to take his clothes off too.
When nothing else stood in the way of their bodies finally being together in the most intimate way possible, they wasted no time. Chanyeol rested his elbows around Y/N's head as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She closed her eyes tightly and scratched the skin on his back as Chanyeol entered her slowly, he groaned hoarsely close to her ear when he felt how hot and wet she was. She pulsed for him.
They created their own rhythm, sensual and slow in exactly the same way they started that night as they began to exchange love vows and low moans.
Y/N even bit Chanyeol's shoulder when he refused to pick up speed but forced him after contracting her muscle inside, that's what he needed to grant her request.
The sound of skins clashing together was addictive and the combo of Chanyeol's husky voice speaking in Y/N's ear was enough to knock the air out of her lungs and make the familiar knot in her lower abdomen appear sooner than she wanted.
She wanted him to go on all night. Sex with him was wonderful but making love was even better.
But she knew it wouldn't last long, so she brought her mouth to his ear and started moaning, making him take one of his hands to her waist and squeeze the place tightly while closing his eyes.
Sweaty and out of breath, Y/N laid her face against his shoulder just as the peak hit her like a hard wave and she rolled her eyes in pure pleasure as he continued thrusting to reach his own peak.
Chanyeol groaned when that happened and let his body fall over hers, taking a deep breath.
Partially recovered, he lifted his head and saw Y/N smile widely at him, Chanyeol then kissed her once more sweetly.
"See? I said my method was more efficient."
"I thought you said you were talking about the blanket." Y/N raised an eyebrow and he shrugged.
"And I was." he nodded towards the bed, making Y/N look.
They'd had sex on top of the blanket laid out on her bed.
I'm sorry to say your Santa had a slight mishap and was unfortunately unable to finish your gift in time, hopefully in the coming days they'll be able to finish but in the meantime please accept this and my Holiday well wishes! I sincerely hope your season is Merry and Bright and full of exo!
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It was lightly snowing as you stepped into the lobby of the Exodus building. More of an aesthetic flurry rather than an accumulating one, you nevertheless dutifully brushed off the few flakes that refused to melt off of your coat.
Stomping off your boots as you walked across the dull red safety carpet, you quickly made your way across the small foyer and past the reception desk to the set of elevators tucked away down a short halfway. The Exodus building wasn't overly large, but its pristine floors and polished wood panelings never failed to give the impression of casual competence. At fifteen stories tall, it was on the shorter side of many of Seoul's buildings, which only added to the general air of sufficiency.
It was a bit odd when compared to what you knew of the building's owner, a man many referred to as simply Loey. Renowned for his competitive nature, it came as a surprise that his tastes ran to the utilitarian, when several of his contemporaries had opted for more elegant and prominent displays of their investments. Though you did have to admit, it was mostly just the public spaces that gave such impressions; for all you knew the top three floors, which had been reserved for Loey's personal use, and their furnishings could have been plated in platinum or gold. Ostensibly, he'd bought the Exodus building to house his recording studio, Studio NNG, and had rented out the rest of the unused spaces to several other businesses. One of which was the company you worked for. Cosmic Railway Shipping.
A growing transportation and logistics service, you were the assistant to the company's CEO, Byun Baekhyun. He was a fair man, with great ambition and the drive to make his vision happen. It was usually a pleasure working for him, though like everyone he had his days.
“Running late today?” Rounding the corner to the elevator banks, you saw Baekhyun holding the doors for you, his arm blocking the doors from closing as you approached.
“I'm not late, you're early.” You shook your head at the grin Baekhyun gave you, the man lived to tease and deviations from your normal routine were prime fuel for him.
“I made it here before you for once, Miss-Always-Fifteen-Minutes-Early, that’s
close enough to count in your case.” Baekhyun laughed, stepping into the elevator behind you.You wanted to argue the point with him, in your experience, being early had prevented many-a disaster, however you also felt that you weren't late until you were actually late. Not being early didn't equate to lateness.
Knowing if you bothered rising to the bait, Baekhyun would be merciless for the rest of the day, you rolled your eyes and scanned your badge, pressing the button for your floor, you steadfastly ignored the small jibe. As the doors started to close, a shout caught both yours and Baekhyun's attention, leaving Baekhyun to stick his arm back into the maw of the mechanical beast and stop the doors from closing yet again.
“I should have made you wait for the next one, Chanyeol.” Baekhyun grimaced, rubbing at his arm from where the door had hit it rather harshly.
“Sorry.” From the tone of his voice and the toothy grin he was directing at Baekhyun's pain, you figured that he wasn't sorry. Not even a little bit. At your laugh, Chanyeol turned to you, his smile slipping from one of teasing friendship, to something softer that made your heart thud against your rib cage every time he flashed it in your direction. Which happened a lot. Every morning you worked in fact. You and Chanyeol were usually the first people to arrive in the mornings, often sharing the elevator to your respective floors. You never exchanged much beyond the usual social pleasantries, both of you content to maintain the peace and quiet, but the lack of meaningful interaction didn't stop the way your heart skipped a beat or two every time he was near.
Nor did the red string tied around your wrist.
Glancing down at the translucent manifestation of fate’s guidance, you rubbed the phantom thread with your free hand, a habit you'd unconsciously picked up from surreptitiously watching Chanyeol, who played with his own solidified string with regularity. Whomever was on the other side of his string was clearly favored by fate, you only wished your own soulmate could be half as charming as Chanyeol.
“You okay?” You looked up from your wrist to see Chanyeol and Baekhyun looking at you in concern as the elevator doors pinged and started closing. You watched the doors as they slowly blocked out the sight of Cosmic Railway's offices before dumbfoundedly realizing you'd missed the entire elevator ride lost in thought.
“I'm fine, just making a list of things I need to get done today.” You brushed off their concerns with a slight laugh, pressing the button to open the doors again. “Chanyeol, have a good day, Baekhyun, let's get your overbooked behind to work. I'm not shuffling your schedule around this close to Christmas.”
Herding Baekhyun out the door, you waved a short goodbye to Chanyeol as the elevator closed again. Recognizing the look of curiosity on Baekhyun's face, you headed off any further questioning by starting in on Baekhyun's schedules for the day. It didn't take much to shift Baekhyun's focus from your previous mood to the banalities and humdrum of a full workday. Once your boss was securely engrossed in his work and safely ensconced in his office, you set about your own tasks for the day. Baekhyun may have been the one to make all the decisions for the company, but it was your job to disseminate his orders and to keep the rest of the company on task. You had just as much if not more on your plate than he did.
Your day was usually filled by emails and phone calls as you managed to keep Baekhyun in coffee and on time to his meetings. It was an odd sort of job, part personal assistant, part COO, though you knew it was only a matter of time before Baekhyun insisted you hire another person to take on the personal assistant aspects of your job. He'd been making noises about you taking some of the less pressing of his responsibilities from him and turning your current wrangling of the departments into a full fledged position. It wasn't an unwelcome change per se, but you were content for the time being with how things were run. Sustainable or not for the company's long term growth, you weren't quite ready to embrace a more prominent position.
But that was a problem for another day and for future you to deal with.
You busied yourself at your desk, only breaking away to eat lunch, Baekhyun ordering too much as usual forcing you to enter the office break room to store the leftovers away. The tucked away room with its ever-present leaking faucet, the faucet that maintenance swore was on their docket, was a source of constant irritation to you. You'd pled with the individual workmen, hoping a bribe of coffee and pastries would move things along. When that ploy fell through, you'd gone up the chain to the building manager. He, in his infinite wisdom, had assured you that it was in their system but other more pressing concerns took precedence. You called shenanigans on the whole thing, but barring emailing the building's owner you were stalled for options.
Shoving the plastic bag containing the leftovers into the fridge, you spared a withering glare for the source of the sound that had plagued your lunches until you'd retreated in defeat to taking them at your desk. Drip. Drip. Drip. The sink was mocking you, you were sure of it.
The darn thing knew it had won.
With nothing for it, you hurried back to your office, thankful the sound couldn't reach there. The rest of the day passed by in a blur of typing and the occasional phone call and a bit of surreptitious online Christmas shopping; you'd have to go in person to pick up the items you'd bought but it was only a few things and you could easily stop by the department store on the way home.
“Don't kill me.”
Closing your eyes at the pleading tone, you winced knowing Baekhyun only used it when things were dire. “Fire, flooding or rioting in the streets?”
“Worse. Revenue loss.” You heard the sound of papers hitting your desk, and the almost snarl as Baekhyun exhaled heavily. “You may as well open your eyes. This isn't the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal.”
“How bad is it?” Opening your eyes again, you grabbed the files Baekhyun had placed within your reach. Shuffling through the disorganized pile, your jaw dropped as growing horror settled like a cold stone in your stomach. “TeIl me these aren't the invoices from the last quarter. Tell me these have not been sent out like this.”
“The good news is while those numbers are wildly incorrect, they haven't been finalized yet. Your paranoia has once again saved us from ruin.” Dropping into the guest chair across from you, Baekhyun sighed. “I'm going to relieve him of his duties come Monday.”
“It's about time. This is his worst offense yet.” You couldn't quite grasp what was so hard about inputting already calculated numbers into the invoices that needed to be sent out to the various companies that employed Cosmic Railway's services. It was mind boggling that the numbers were so extremely wrong. It wasn't even a matter of wrong decimal places, or typo'd numbers; from what you could tell, the prices and costs had been jumbled and placed in a fit of incomprehensible madness. “This is going to take us at least three hours to sort out.”
“And here's where I beg you to not kill me again.”
“What? Oh no…” Cursing under your breath as realization struck you with its rubber chicken of doom, you knocked your head onto the table, certain the universe hated you. “You've got that dinner meeting with the Eri Corporation's CEO tonight.”
“If you stay over and fix this before the program auto finalizes, I'll give you any day off you want next week. Even the twenty-third.” Looking at the desk calendar you kept next to your computer monitor, you pretended to contemplate Baekhyun's offer. Even if he hadn't offered the twenty third, effectively giving you a three day weekend, you knew you'd have stayed regardless and he knew it too, this was too costly a mistake to leave as is, but it was a matter of how much you could squeeze Baekhyun into conceding. “I’ll put in a call to Loey and get the sink fixed.”
Clicking your tongue, you leveled a gimlet eye at him, before calmly and carefully speaking around the surge of irritation that had welled upward from your chest and lodged itself behind your teeth, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. “Was that always an option?”
“Sort of?” Baekhyun had the sense at least to look slightly abashed at his confession. “I was gonna call him eventually. He's been busy producing a new album. There was never a good time.”
You couldn't fault the logic, as much as you wanted to eviscerate Baekhyun for withholding that particular ace. Still, you wanted to make him sweat. Dropping the files onto your desk, you pushed them away from you and started rummaging in your desk drawer, ignoring the worried visage of your boss.
It took all of five minutes before he broke. “The twenty third, the call to Loey and a three day weekend in January.”
“Four days. Paid. And you have yourself a deal.”
“Done.”
Negotiations complete, you shooed Baekhyun out of your office, the windowless room was a bit too claustrophobic when there was more than just you inside its four walls. You'd chosen it deliberately so you wouldn't get distracted by the scenery outside, but every choice has its downsides and feeling confined was the lesser of two evils.
Taking the worthless paperwork, you chucked them unceremoniously into your shredder, the whir of its blades loud and stuttering as the old machine tried its best to accomplish the herculean task of destroying the evidence of your co-worker's lack of attention to detail. You knew Baekhyun well enough to know he'd brought you copies instead of the originals, so you felt justified in the paper's destruction. Sending off a quick text to your mother, so she didn't worry and call the police, again; you shut your phone off knowing if you left it on you'd succumb to the siren's song of distractIon.
You worked for hours straight, your fingers aching from all of the numbers you'd inputted, you hadn't even stopped for a drink, hoping if you worked fast enough, you could make it to the store before they closed. It was a pipe dream and you knew it, because by the time you finished fixing the cluster-jumble that was this quarter's invoices it was well past nine-thirty.
With a sigh of relief that you could finally go home, you turned your phone back on to let your mother know you were on your way. You should have just left it off. The moment signal returned, your phone buzzed nonstop as incoming message after message after notification after notification threatened to vibrate the out-of-date model onto the floor. Grabbing the maligned electronic, you swiped the touchscreen open to see what the fuss was about.
Are you still at work?
Have you left yet?
Pick up your phone!
Where are you?
There were more than a few missed calls, and three voice messages that you didn't bother listening to, opting instead to go straight to the source of your cellular service's abuse.
“Where have you been?! Are you okay? Why didn't you answer your phone! I've been so worried! How dare you put me through this. Have you no sense? Tell me you're not lying in a ditch somewhere.”
Holding the phone away from your ear, you waited until your mother took a breath in the midst of her diatribe. “Mom! Slow down. What's wrong?”
“Are you alright?”
“I'm fine?” You were confused on why you wouldn't be, you were still at work after all. “I literally just finished the project Baekhyun gave me, I haven't even left my office yet. What's going on?”
With a sigh of exasperation, your mother directed you to look outside. Crossing the hallway to Baekhyun's office, you saw what had your mother so worried. Outside fat snowflakes drifted down in a steady fall that reminded you acutely of a snowglobe. The only difference being that snow globes eventually ran out of snow. The streets below were empty of anything except snow. A thick blanket of it covered everything, turning the urban landscape into something ethereal as the warm glow of the streetlamps illuminated the night and gave each individual flake its own ephemeral halo in their never ending pursuit of greeting the ground.
“Well, that's not good.”
“Just stay put, they're not sending the plows out until the storm stops, in all likelihood that won't be until the morning, at the earliest.” With no real other choice, you hum your agreement and say your goodbyes.
Staring out into the cold and empty landscape, you marveled at the beauty for a long moment, before reality kicked in and your brain reminded you of the rough night you had ahead of you.
It wouldn't be so bad you reasoned. So long as the power stayed on you'd have food and heat. There was a couch in the reception area on the next floor down, that, hypothetically, would allow you to catch some sleep. Maybe. Potentially. Hopefully. The modern monstrosity wasn't made for comfort with its sleek lines and hard cushions, but the alternative was the floor or resting at your desk, and both of those meant a sore morning.
You had snacks and water in the break room, not to mention the leftovers you'd originally been planning on taking home. So long as the storm only lasted through the night, you'd be fine. The building was warm enough, you wouldn't freeze and even if the worst should happen and the power went out, as far as you knew there was a backup generator in the building's maintenance area. Which. Maybe that was something you should check on.
And maybe see if there were other people in the building while you were at it. The thought of sleeping in the open with the uncertainty of a potentially occupied building made your skin crawl with unease.
At first you limited yourself to the areas you know you're allowed access to. The two floors your company rented from the building's owner and the basement maintenance area. Your company's floors as expected were empty of people, though the discovery of one of the intern’s sweaters slowed down your walk-through drastically.
It wasn't snooping, you justified to yourself as you poked through unlocked desk drawers, it was accumulating survival tools. Not that you found much beyond a cardigan in the receptionist's desk and some stale bread buns in the back of a drawer that you'd immediately thrown away, no matter how long you were trapped eating a round ball of mold wasn't ever going to happen.
Knowing you weren't going to find much more than that, you took the elevator down to the finished basement, where the maintenance offices were located along with the boiler room and storage areas. You hadn't expected much of the basement area to be left unlocked, but you were pleasantly surprised to find most of the doors wide open, trash cans propped in front of the heavier ones to keep them from closing on their own. Curiosity winning out, you wandered in and out of the rooms, checking for people and an explanation for the wide open doorframes.
The last time you'd been down here the hallway had been long and foreboding looking as you traversed between the beige walls, your shoes oddly quiet on the stone flooring. The doors had all been shut tight against your intrusion into their territory and you'd wanted nothing more at the time to get your visit done and over with.
Now it was all open spaces and empty rooms, none of which provided answers as you idly checked the workspaces and storage area for clues or things to use in case the power went out or if the storm lasted longer than expected. You found a few things, taking only the industrial strength flashlight, everything else was personal items that you left in place, it didn't feel right taking them unless you actually needed them.
It wasn't until you reached the maintenance manager's office that you struck true gold though. Or rather bronze and white. Lying haphazardly on the floor, its white lanyard a beacon against the black area rug the manager had placed under his desk and chair, was a bronze-colored keycard, the ones used by the building's staff to access every floor for cleaning. It probably wasn't exactly ethical taking it, but it provided a way to enter the floors previously restricted to you.
Reaching down and picking it up, you wrapped the lanyard around your unbound wrist, the action saving you from dropping the keycard entirely as you saw red and instinctively grabbed at the now opaque thread. It was fading in and out before your eyes, one moment a brilliant crimson with its metaphorical end reaching out for its other half, and the next it had returned to the translucent light rose of dormancy.
You stared at the oscillating colors for a long moment, your brain refusing to reach the conclusion your heart already knew.
Your soulmate was nearby.
There was no unifying theory on why the red strings existed. Many believed the strings were a gift from their God or Goddess, some were of the opinion that the strings were a biological evolution that simply led to intertwined atoms, still others thought they were a government conspiracy meant to eventually create a supersoldier army like in the comics.
All you knew and cared about was the fact they existed and that they had a eighty-five percent rate of effectiveness. Most people who met their thread’s end found their people. Whether that was a romantic partner or a platonic one, chances were high that you'd find someone compatible for a lifetime of companionship.
It was all you'd ever wanted. Someone to share things with. Someone to go on adventures with at midnight when you were restless and the world was still. Someone to chill with and listen to a song on repeat in the background while you did whatever. Someone to talk to. Someone to love.
Determined and more than a bit impatient at your thread’s indecisive flickering, you marched back to the elevator, intent on a thorough search of the building. No one would fault you for trespassing, not when fate was leading you.
The lobby was your starting point, though the thread had temporarily solidified for a solid minute, there had been no one about. Not even the night security had come in to work, the reception desk empty and the cctv television turned off.
And so it went. Some floors, your thread would turn back to the crimson and your heart would pound in excitement only for the anticipation to turn to disappointment as it never lasted longer than a minute, sometimes only remaining solid for a single heartbeat.
On your own floors, outside of Baekhyun's office you had been thrilled and confused when it had remained tangible for a full three minutes, Baekhyun had long left the building and moreover had met his thread and fate as a young child. There was no way he was at the end.
It was an odd sort of excitement that had buried itself in your chest. Knowing that at any moment you might find the other person in the building, might meet your fate just around the corner, it made your footsteps hurried as you explored the empty offices alone.
The rooms were all mostly darkened, only a few security lights lit here and there. You did nothing to aid the dim lighting, neither flicking the switches that would illuminate your path, nor using the flashlight you had liberated from the depths of the basement. It left you feeling giddy and nostalgic, reminiscent of childhood games of hide and seek played as the streetlamps turned on and twilight elongated the shadows of everything.
But as you worked your way upwards, following the hot and cold teasing of your thread, you found yourself wondering who was at the end of it. Was it someone you'd seen in passing, never knowing they were yours? You wished it was Chanyeol, but with his string visible, chances were low that the man who made your heart swoon with just a smile would be at the end of yours. It was a rare occurrence when one fated's string darkened before the other’s.
You were on the last floor, the peak of the building and of your anticipation, your thread was steadily solid now, your soulmate nearby. You barely took in the decorations of the rooms, intent on finding your person.
One by one you checked each room, until you reached the last closed door. You couldn't hear anything from within but you knew the thread led through it, and behind a few inches of wood lay your future. For good or ill, romantic or not, you were tied to whomever lay beyond the door. With a steadying breath and silent plea for fate to be kind, you twisted the plain brass knob.
You recognized him instantly, even half turned away as he is. Park Chanyeol. He was wrapped up in his music, guitar strumming as his deep voice murmured into the semi dark room, the soft smile you know and love gentlying his features into something awe inspiring as he played with intense concentration. His eyes remained closed to the world and you wished he’d open them to see you. To see the completed thread; one red end attached to your wrist and the other attached to his, the same hand that strums along the strings in a song that made your heart ache with its meaning.
Not daring to break the trance Chanyeol seemed to be under, you waited with bated breath until the song ended, and shining eyes turned to look at you, a teasing grin replacing the softness from before. "Took you long enough, I've been waiting for you.”
Warning: cussing, mentioning of alcohol and cigarettes use.
Summary: you have a on/off relationship with Chanyeol It has been going on for four years now but this time it’s different you can’t take it anymore so you tell him how you really feel
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Y/n pov:
It happened again he ended the relationship he claimed that he was too busy to be with me but I wasn’t stupid I knew what he was up to by the many Instagram posts he would publish with another girl at clubs.
It sucked, to be honest, it hurt me so much especially since I’m his group assistant I was in charge of getting the boys from point A to point B I had to make sure they were always in time for everything so I pretty much had to see him every single day.
Now you might be asking why I always take him back and well that’s because I love him I've been in love with him since he debuted and there’s no other man like him i don’t want another man I wish I could stop loving him but loving him is all I know.
A few weeks ago he broke up with me for what feels like the million time it’s sad especially since his members pity me they give me This sad smile or when he is in the room with a new girl the boys try to make sure I’m okay.
Today I saw him again with of his many girls I can’t understand how it’s so easy for him to just throw me out like I’m garbage and even easier to come to look for me when he can’t find a new fuck toy it brakes my heart but I’m so fucking stupid that I keep letting him hurt me.
I was so sick of seeing him like that cline I was nothing like I was never part of his life when I went home I took a long bath with a bottle of wine trying to drink my pain away trying to forget his handsome face.
When I got out of the bath I got changed and walked to the back yard and sat down looking at the sky then I lit a cigarette I was never the girl that drank and smoked but after the third time of the many times Chanyeol broke up with me I try to find a way out a way to forget him and alcohol and cigarettes did the trick and every time we got back together I did stop.
As the days passed the guys started to notice a change in me I thought I had been hiding my alcohol and cigarette problem well but Kyungsoo found out he was gained to question me than the rest of the guys heard all the commotion and also started to question me luckily chanyeol still haven’t gotten here.
“Hey, have you been drinking?” Asked Kyungsoo
“N no,” I said turning away
“Yes you have I can tell and you also stink like cigarettes y/n wtf why would you do that,” he said racing his voice
“I haven’t now cat you stop,” I said turning back to face him
“Hey, what’s going on why are you guys yelling?” Junmyeon asks walking over to us
“She’s been drinking and smoking and don’t try to deny it I know what a hangover looks like and I can also tell what cigarettes smell like,” Kyungsoo said with disappointment
“Is that true? Y/n why would you do that” Minseok walking over to my side
“Don’t worry about me go get your stuff so I can tell you home” I said trying to change the subject
“Hey I know it’s about Chanyeol Hyung but don’t ruin your life like that for him trust me we hate him for what he’s been acting,” Sehun said walking up to me and hugging me
“I will get over this eventually but if this is the way it’s helping me then so let me it’s my life, not yours,” I said pushing Sehun away from me
“Hey what’s up guys what did I miss,” Chanyeol said walking into the dance practice room
“I’ll way for you outside by the car,” I said walking away as I took a brand new pack of cigarettes out of my jacket
As I was walking out the door I saw Chanyeol walking behind me but was stopped by Baekhyun and Jongin
Chanyeol pov:
I watched as y/n walked out of the dance practice room and I also saw her taking out a pack of cigarettes I turned around and asked the guys about y/n
“Hey, how long have a y/n been smoking?” I asked them
“A long time why,” Kyungsoo said
“Why didn’t you guys tell me,” I said getting mad
“You don’t care about her so what’s the point of telling you we didn’t tell her anything because we thought it wasn’t hers since she was not the type of girl to get drunk and smoke,” Baekhyun said
“I do care about her who told you I don’t,” I said getting defensive
“Dude if you did you wouldn’t have brake up multiple times you would respect her and treated her like you love her but you don’t,” Sehun said annoyed
“I know it’s none of our business but why do you keep breaking up if you're gonna end up going back to her?” Junmyeon asked
“I- I don’t know at first it was because I thought she should be with someone better but then I just liked messing around with other girls then realized that I love y/n then I went back to her but now I don’t know anymore,” I said looking at the floor
“Well either you fix your shit or you will only end up losing her for good,” Jongin said walking out of the room
I saw the way the guys walk away not looking back at me I knew they cared for Y/n I know they are siding with her because the truth is I’m the asshole I don’t know what I keep on doing this I truly love her I just got so used to this routine and didn’t saw that not only was I hurting her but also my friends and I need to fix it if I still can.
When I walked out of the building the guys were already in the car so I got in but Y/n was nowhere to be seen nor was Minseok so I asked Jongdae who was next to me and Minseok had taken Y/n out for drinks I don’t know if she drink too.
She used to be this sweet shy girl who wouldn’t drink nor smoke every time I drank she would take care of me and tell me I shouldn’t drink that much now she’s different she’s not the y/n I knew and I know I was the one who made her this way.
When we got home I was pulled to the side by Junmyeon who started to yell at me he was angry so we were there with other guys and all I could think about was if y/n was okay.
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Junmyeon asked
“Sorry what did you say,” I said looking at him
“I ask if it made you feel good walking around with a different girl every week right in front of y/n do you like the way she looks at you or does it satisfy you knowing that the girl cries every day?” He asked looking at me with so much anger
“No, I didn’t know I was hurting her like that I-“ I didn’t know what else to say
“You unbelievable Chanyeol that girl is broken she’s so far gone and I know for a fact that the old y/n will never return” I saw walking past me and pushing me with his shoulder
I was so fucked I knew the boys love her she’s been with us since the beginning they care for her like family and it scares me that I’m the one who messed this up I’m the one that hurt her and I hate myself for that but I’ll try to fix it I’ll try to apologize hopefully I could do it get her back for good
Y/n pov:
After I walked out of the building I lit up my cigarette I was trying to hide my tears but I just couldn’t it hurt so much to see him so happy I felt like I was disposable like I didn’t matter to him that how he’s making me feel
As k wiped my tears I heard someone running up to me and saw that it was Minseok when he got close he took my cigar off me and turned it out then hugged me
“Hey it’s okay to feel sad you can cry don’t hold your feelings back I’m here if you ever need to talk I’m always here you know you can call me if you want a drinking buddy just call me and be like oppa telsngo for a drink and I’ll happily join you,” he said as he hugged me and kissed the top of my head
“But you get busy and tired and I don’t want to bother you,” I said wiping my tears
“It’s okay I don’t mind being tired and if I’m busy I know Sehun will love to drink with you we both know he can’t say no to a few drinks,” he said joking
“Yeah you're right but still you guys get busy and I know you get tired at the end of the day,” I said looking at him
“Don’t worry it’s alright now let’s go I know this place where they make the best good and have good alcohol what do you say? Let’s forget about everything for a while?” I asked me
“Sure let’s go but who’s taking the guys home?” I asked worried
“It’s okay I told someone that you were feeling bad and that I had to take you home so they sent someone to take the guys home now let’s go,” he said pulling me by the arm
When we were At the restaurant, we ordered our food and drink we chatted and then he asked if I wanted to talk about Chanyeol so I did I told him everything from the first time we broke up till now it hard to say it but it feels good to have told some about it than I changed the topic not wanting to talk about Chanyeol anymore so we talk about the boys and Minseok’s new girlfriend.
After a few more drinks and crying over the past Minseok took me home with the help of one of my friends when I woke up the next day my head was hurting so I got up and went to the bathroom I got cleaned up and went to the kitchen for breakfast I took my time eating than my way to get change so I can go to the boys since today they had a group meeting for their new comeback.
When I got to the building the boys were already in the lobby wetting for me and when I got close I saw Chanyeol making his way to me but a guy stopped by Baekhyun Then Junmyeon walked up to me and told me where the meeting was gonna be so we made our way there.
The whole time chanyeol kept looking at me like he wanted to tell me something but I ignored him I looked away and tried not to make eye contact with him.
After the meeting was over the boys went to their dance practice and i went to have another meeting with the managers and stuff. After it was done I went to check on the guys to see if they needed anything they told me they were all good so I walked away and on my way out the door chanyeol ran up to me and asked if we could meet up at his place to talk he said he will be quick so I agreed curiously.
After a long day of work, I went to the guys again to ask them if I was taking them or if they were gonna do something else. They said they were going out for dinner and then for some drinks so to not worry I left and my way to Chanyeol’s place.
When we arrived chanyeol was pulling up as well I waited for him in the lobby of his apartments while he parked the car. After a while he walk in the lobby and told me to follow him as we walk into the elevator we just stood there in an awkward silence until we arrived to his floor that was on the 10th floor.
When we got to the apartment he told me to make myself at home and I just scuffed but walked and took a seat on his couch a few seconds after I sat down Zzar came running from somewhere in another room and ran to Chanyeol but then turned around and run to me she jumped on the couch.
“Oh hey zzar you still remember me your such a good girl,” I said petting her
“Wow seems like she still remembers you but how can she forget the person who walked her every day and gave her delicious treats” Chanyeol said walking out to us
“So let’s cut the bullshit and get straight to the point what do you want to talk about,” I said not wanting to be here anymore
“Oh yeah umm I wanted to apologize for everything I have cussed you for all the pain I have given you I know our relationship was on/off and I also know how much I hurt you by bringing all this girl around,” he said looking down at his shoes
“Chanyeol you broke my heart no move but multiple times an apology won’t fix all the hurt you did to me,” I said getting angry
“I know I’m sorry for all the hurt I'm really sorry I wish I could fix everything I wish I could go back and not have done what I did I wish we were still together,” he said crying
“Answer me with honesty…… why did you do it in the first place? Was I a bad girlfriend? Was I bad at sex did I not satisfy you enough? Was I not pretty enough or smart? Is it my lack of experience what do all of those girls have that I don’t why do they get to go home with you and why do I get to go home and cry myself to sleep thinking I was the perfect girlfriend” I said crying
“Have you been blaming yourself all this time? Did you think every time we broke up was your fault?” He asked whipping his tears that were still falling
“Yes, every single time I thought it was me I still think so…. Is it my fault” I asked in a quiet voice
“Oh god no baby it’s never Ben your fault no once it’s always been mine I've been so greedy I thought of myself and not one of you or your feelings I know it was a dick move on my part at first I thought I would be happier in a new relationship but after a few days I regret it than I come crowing back to you and for some reason, you always took me back so I did it again until it became a habit than I saw Minseok hyung with his girlfriend and I remember you I remember how that used to be us but I had to mess it up,” he said sobbing
“Why did you do it you regret it why didn’t you stop when you felt regret why did you keep doing it” I asked confused
“Because I’m so stupid because I thought you would always take me back after breaking you but then someone told me that at some point you will get tired that you will relies on that you deserve better so I had to stop it”
“Y/n why do you keep taking me back every single time I break your heart I hurt you and yet you still receive me with open arms why,” he asked looking at me
“Because after so long of knowing you of loving you…. You kind of become my everything how loving you is all I know that’s why I always take you back” I said smiling
“Why Cigarettes why alcohol that not you at all why fuck I fucked up so bad,” he said crying harder this time
“Cigarettes and alcohol were my way of forgetting about you for a while it was like my escape from reality it made me feel numb,” I said smiling sadly
“This time I promise you I will be better I will be honest I will be the perfect boyfriend I will treat you like you deserve to be treated,” I said moving closer to me and holding my hand
“Look chanyeol I don’t think I can do this anymore I can’t trust you I can let myself fall for your lies once again I don’t think I can go through this all over again in hurt I’m tired of this cycle
I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love me like I love them” I said placing his dog on the couch and getting up
“Please I promise I will be better I will be the man you need and deserve please give me a chance I will be better this time I promise,” he said staying up as well
“I think you need to look for help because what you have been doing isn’t right take time off dating and messing around fix yourself,” I said looking up at him.
“If I do all that will you take me back will you give me a chance?” He begged
“I don’t know I need time to heal for all this I need time for myself I don’t want to give you hope because you did hurt me pretty badly,” I said looking away from his kicked puppy eyes
“I love you more than you think I do and I regret everything I have down I will do everything to fix everything I will fight for you I will make you fall in love with me it will be like a new start like getting to know each other for the first time hopefully I can make you fall in love with me once again and when I succeeded I will make sure to treat you like a queen to be the loyal boyfriend I should have been in the beginning I promise you that if it’s the last thing I do” he said hugging me tight
“Yeol I said it once before and I’ll say it again I love you and loving you is all I know but don’t push your luck and hope I know you are a good guy but I need healing and sometimes it might take years or forever I might move on from you.” I said giving him a sad smile
“Will you still work with us I will still get to see you right?” H eased hopeful
“This is my last week I will work for NCT there are a lot of boys that need my assistance you might see me around the building but I don’t guarantee that you will,” I said looking at him
“Oh I- “ I try to say something but stay silent
“Well, I have to go now I have a lot to prepare I won’t see you for the rest of the week I hope you have a good life and I hope you actually change l, bye Yeol I love you,” I said walking away from him and out of his apartment.
Chanyeol pov
I was so lost she was actually leaving me for good I was so late way too late for everything I should’ve apologized years earlier I should’ve never done anything I did I should’ve worshiped her when I heard her now I’m looking at her walk away from me and out my life as I did to her now it was my turn to pay for the pain I cause her it was my turn to suffer and feel everything she felt.
I was s,o stupid why did I think she would take me back like before Kyungsoo was right she would get tired and give up on me and she did she relished she deserved better and walked away and I didn’t blame her but I won’t give up I will fight for her I will wing her over and make thing right this time. For now I’ll be fixing myself first hopefully she doesn’t move on but if she does I won’t be mad I will make sure this new person in her life treats her better than I ever did.
Author’s note: This is the first smut I’ve ever written, so please forgive me if it’s not so good!
Word count: 11,670
A lot of jokes starts as “A man walked into a bar”. Well, this is not a joke, but a story which easily could start with “Deadpool and Black Widow walked into a bowling alley”. And I bet you can’t guess the punchline – if there’s even any.
Going bowling was common within your group of friends. You usually went at least two times a month, and to be honest you were a pretty average player (that’s what you told yourself), only striking once in a while (mostly if some miracle happened), but the most important thing was that you would have fun together.
That was the plan for tonight too. Going bowling and having fun. The only difference was that all of you were wearing a costume for the sake of Halloween, and your friends have signed all of you up for a competition in your local bowling alley.
Your palms were sweaty as you made your way down the streets. Although Seohee, your best friend, complimented your choice of costume, you felt very conscious of your body in the tight, black suit. You dressed up as Black Widow. No, not as Natasha Romanoff, more like Yelena Belova. Actually you loved her character, you even bought a blonde wig and an almost perfect copy of her costume from one of the comics. Luckily for you a big, glasses-like equipment was part of the outfit, so the upper half of your face was covered and no one could see how big your eyes grew from being so nervous.
Your friends joked around about winning the Halloween competition, and despite the tempting promise of free food, none of you really expected yourselves to win. You really weren’t that good. But maybe Lady Fortune will side with you just this one time.
Walking down the usual way to the alley, people looked at your group curiously. There wasn’t that many people dressed up, so you stood out from the crowd.
Men tended to check out your and Seohee’s body. You were stuffed in a tight costume, which hid every part of your skin, but exposed your lines and curves just as much. Not like you had anything to hide. But once again, you felt thankful for the costume for hiding your eyes too.
Seohee was the opposite of you. She was a fairy, her dress tiny, showing a lot of skin, which she covered in glitter. Fake wings bounced on her back with every step she took. She looked gorgeous, and on top of that she was an amazing bowling player.
“Ah, Y/N, I can’t believe you! You said you will dress up as a comic book character, and here you are, making men turn their heads after you!” Seohee pouted at you, acting as if you just killed her cat right in front of her. “At least leave some for me too, I might need someone to walk me home and comfort me tonight if we lose.”
“Then you should start looking now!” Songwoo chimed in your conversation, cheekily looking at the girl and you. “Y/N can barely score on her good days.”
“Hey! I beat you last time.”
“Yeah, because I was playing with my weaker hand.”
“And who asked you to do that?” You tried to defend yourself, but everything was a vain attempt. You were the worst player among your friends, and they loved to tease you about it. Well, this is what friends are for, aren’t they?
“You.”
Before you could say anything, Seohee grabbed your wrist and made you stop in your track. Songwoo stayed behind with you too, curious about the girl’s sudden exclamation.
“I understand everything now!”
“That’s a pretty big statement for you, Seohee.” You hid your smile in your hands as you heard the boy’s words.
“No, I mean, Y/N’s costume,” she held a big pause before continuing, making herself sound more dramatic. “It’s supposed to distract us from the fact that she sucks at bowling.”
“Hey, not you too!”
You shooed her away from you, but she just grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you close to herself. Defeated, you shot dirty looks to Songwoo instead. He was eyeing you up and down; you could almost see the wheels turning in his head. You already felt tired from his idea, and you haven’t even heard it yet.
“Maybe… maybe you could walk up to the other teams when they try to bowl and distract them. You can’t score many points, but they wouldn’t either. It’s a win for everyone.”
“Except for me, of course.”
“Collateral damage.” He waved at you hastily, as you finally started to catch up with the others again. “Happens in every war.”
You really wanted to say something nasty and not so lady like to him (in all honesty, you wanted to swear at him like a sailor), but were stopped by someone shouting loudly close to you.
At the edge of the pavement someone wearing a Deadpool-costume was sitting peacefully and leaning their back against the wall behind them. You couldn’t see their face because of the famous mask, but it seemed as if they were looking at you. Then the words coming from them confirmed that too:
“Hello, Widow! Long time no see!” It was definitely a man. His words sounded lazy, you sensed that he was smiling behind the mask.
Your ears heated up, but they were hidden under the blonde wig. Seohee nudged your side with her elbow and whispered:
“Do you know him?”
“Doesn’t sound like anyone I know,” you shrugged, then replied to the man, giving into his game: “Wade Wilson! Not expected to see you around here.”
“What can I say? Heard you would be here, and I couldn’t refuse to come. I still remember the time when you sewed my head back on my neck, or was it just a special fantasy of mine?”
Suddenly Songwoo stepped between you two, holding his hands out in the direction of both of you as if he was trying to stop a fight from breaking out. His head snapped from you to the mysterious guy, then back to you, and again, back to him.
“Hold up! Do you know each other?”
“No,” you said at the same time he said ‘yes’. Turning to him bewildered, you doubted yourself for a second. “Wait, do I know you?”
“Of course, you’re my sweet Black Widow! Do you not remember me, Yelena? God, you’re hurting my feelings.”
You smiled and laughed at him. He was really good at playing Deadpool’s reckless character. You felt a little happier about dressing up as Black Widow. This man saw you as your costume, not for the body-line it gave you. It felt much better than receiving all those looks every other man gave you on your way here.
“We should go.” Seohee’s face scrunched up in a frown, her hands constantly motioning toward the bowling alley. “I have a feeling the others will make us pay for the food if we’ll be late. And I’m not gonna pay for everything because of the Deadguy.”
“Deadpool,” and once again, you spoke at the same time as the man sitting on the pavement.
“Okay, that’s just keeps getting weirder. Especially if you don’t know each other in real life.”
You sighed, slightly waving at the stranger, who saluted at you and even had the audacity of blowing you a kiss through his mask. Only the smooching sounds and his hand gesture gave away what he was trying to do. You caught it with your hands, thinking how you will probably never see him ever again in life after tonigh. So why not have some fun, and play into his acts?
A hearty laugh came from him as you waved goodbye.
The bowling alley looked nothing like it used to on a normal Friday night. Lights were low, neon figures and signs hang from everywhere just like various zombie, bats, spiders and ghosts. There was real-looking cobwebs on the scoreboards, the workers dressed in orange uniform, which made them very similar to a pumpkin. Cute pumpkins actually. One of them smiled at your group, Seohee more than happily returning the gesture. You couldn’t remember the worker’s name, and you were too far to read his name tag, but from his face you knew that usually he was helping your group out with the food and shoes if one of you left them at home.
Sometimes even you couldn’t believe why on the earth did you invest in bowling shoes, when your skills weren’t so great, but you did anyway, and today you thanked your past-self for it, because they seemed to be out of shoes. There was a lot of people tonight, despite it being Halloween. All of the groups dressed up as various characters and figures, you even saw a big someone wearing a ridiculously big SpongeBob costume (from their height he seemed to be a man, but you weren’t so sure). It didn’t look like cardboard, it seemed realistic from what you could tell. You also saw some other Black Widows, but they all wore the read-haired wig from the movies. You being the only Yelena so far.
“Thank God, they made everyone sign up beforehand for the contest, I don’t think we could even come in if it weren’t for it.” Songwoo dropped down on the seat next to you, starting to change his shoes too.
“Do you think we have a chance?” you asked absentmindedly. Scanning the area, your eyes seemed to be looking for something or someone, but didn’t know what exactly. You sighed, when failed to find it.
“With your skills? No. But even if you were the best player on our team, we still wouldn’t. I’d say we can maybe win one or two games, but from what I know about the other groups, they are way better than us.”
You nodded, tying a double knot on your shoelaces.
Low music hummed in the background, but the chatting of the people were too loud for you to realize what kind of song was playing. You only heard the low bass running through your veins, the drum’s vibration seeping in your legs from the ground.
You looked around once again, and a red and black suit caught your eyes, but then quickly disappeared in the crowd. Then Seohee came back with Minji, the mom of your group, both of them holding drink in their hands. Actually, Minji was holding two in her left.
A group had to consist five players – no more, no less –, which was lucky for your five-membered group. No one has to be left out, and you didn’t have to find one more person to play with for the promise of free food.
The fifth member was Yeonjun. The maknae in your group of friends, and your secret wild-card. He was short and skinny, the only one still going to college, and at first glance one would believe he can’t even lift a ball, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. Songwoo might disagree, but the youngest was definitely the best player among you. And his favorite thing to do was teasing you for sucking at bowling, which you let him do, because somehow he always made you forgive him right before you would really scold him. Maybe it was because he was too cute for his own good.
“Ah, noona, can you not play so bad this one time? Pretty please?” Think about the devil and he shall appear. Without real force you kicked your leg in the direction of Yeonjun, but he jumped away fast. “Is that a no?”
“That’s an ‘I’ll kick your ass if you don’t shut up’.”
“But, noona, you would never hurt me.” He sat down on your other side, and looked at you with big puppy eyes. When you said nothing he grabbed your hands, giving a light squeeze to your fingers. “Right?”
“Stop bothering Y/N, Junnie. There will be a point where even you can’t act cute enough for her not to kick your ass. And I might just help her by holding you down while she does it.”
You snickered at Songwoo’s words, who didn’t seem to care much about your bickering, his mind already focusing on the upcoming game. He stood up and started stretching a few steps from you. The maknae let go of your hand, but immediately hugged you tight, whining too close to your ears for your liking:
“That’s not true! Tell him, Y/N, that it is not true!” When you said nothing, he let go of you, disbelief making his eyes look rounder. “Are you siding with him now? Would you really kick my bottom?”
“When you are annoying me? Like right now? Without further questions.”
The place was hot from all those people being stuffed inside, so you took the half-mask off and put it away in you purse. Yeonjun scooted closer to you on the seats. This time you put a hand on his shoulders, mostly to held him back from hugging you again. Yes, he was a cutie pie friend, who usually used his cuteness to his advantage, but you really preferred your personal space to be kept to yourself. At least that’s what you told him all the time, but he just never seemed to listen, and was always hugging you.
Although, Yeonjun was like this with all of your friends. Hugging, holding hands, clinging to someone was the way he showed his love and appreciation, so you let him. In secret, you even enjoyed it, but never in seven hells would you admit that. You just bickered with him, made disgusted faces and grumbled when he hugged you, but nevertheless, you let him.
“Ladies, gentlemen and other entities, thank you for coming! Our tournament for finding the best bowlers in Seoul is starting right now. So I’d like to ask the first two teams to quickly warm up, enter their playing names and let’s start the first round! Team Scavengers and Team Bloody Suckers, you’re the first ones!” A familiar voice came from everywhere, booming from the loudspeakers; the owner of the bowling alley doing his best to speak like a ringmaster. “Now, everyone, because of the high interest, we have a long night ahead of us, but keep in mind that the winner team’s members will be enjoying free food every time they come for half a year.”
The area around the two middle lanes cleared out, people and players giving place for the called teams. The music got even quieter, merely hearing any sound from it now, but the crowd cooled down too. Everyone focused on the two teams as they walked up the front. Then you saw the same red and black suit from earlier, and Seohee shouted behind you:
“It’s freakin’ Deadpool!”
Her voice was loud, and you were pretty sure people even on streets could hear it. If they not, ‘Deadpool’ definitely did, as he turned around to look for the source of screaming. A lot of people looked at her as well.
You felt your face became red as you stared at Deadpool. You regretted taking the half-mask off, when you caught the guy turning his head in your direction, but not moving for a few seconds. Then his body relaxed and waved at you. Or maybe not you, but you couldn’t be sure, since his face was still hidden behind his mask.
“Hi, Tinkerbell! Hi, Yelena!” He shouted back in a ridiculous, high-pitched voice. His friend hit his shoulder, bending in half from laughing. You smiled at him, carefully waving back, feeling a little more comfortable, but the blush didn’t leave your face.
“Do you know him, noona?” Yeonjun whispered in your ear. Your eyes were still locked on the strange guy as he turned away hurriedly. His teammates all dressed up as the Avengers. Their opponent were vampires, giving off Dracula vibes.
The maknae nudged your side, bugging you for attention.
“I don’t. We just had a brief and weird conversation outside.”
“About what?”
“The guy is a comic book nerd too,” Seohee chimed in. She shooed Yeonjun away a little and sat on your lap. “I couldn’t decide whether he was flirting with Y/N, or just showing off his nerdy knowledge.”
“Probably both.” Songwoo finished his warm up, and dropped back next to you, his hands sneaking on the back of your chair. That’s when you finally realized that they were teasing you again, and had enough.
“Oh, God, when did this become a ‘Let’s be affectionate with Y/N!’ competition?”
You tried to push Seohee off of your lap, but she just laughed and stiffened herself, making your task harder, almost impossible. The two guys on your sides snickered, not helping you a bit.
“That’s enough, guys! Let her be! And don’t be naive, Y/N, you know how they always tease you after you let Yeonjun hug you for once.” At Minji’s words the two boys put on a serious expression, but their eyes still shined mischievously. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the older girl, and she raised her glass, nodding along with it. You snorted when she winked at you with a smug look on her face; with her crossed legs and pose she almost looked like the Godfater’s reincarnation. It didn’t help that she dressed as a Men in Black agent. Probably she could lead the mafia smoothly, but would always complain about being afraid her people getting hurt. A fascinating scenario it would be.
“You are really shameless, noona! Winking at Y/N after telling us not to tease her,” Yeonjun muttered under his breath. The older girl either not heard it or decided not to hear it as she turned to the starting match. You also focused your attention on the two lanes, where the game went on.
You looked at the screen that showed the names of the players (or rather the names they chose to go by), and scrunched your nose. There was Thorroro, Golden Man, Hulkanator, Hawknose and Loey Wilson on the Scavengers team. They were all creative except maybe for the last one. You scanned over them, connecting the faces to the names. When you got to Deadpool, you groaned loudly. How can a guy with that witty talk, he showed you earlier, chose such name? What the hell is a Loey anyway?
But you had to give to him, he looked nice in that Deadpool suit. He looked tall with broad shoulders, cute butt, and long legs. You often forgot your eyes on him, gaze wandering up and down his body. He caught you watching a few times, head turning to your direction from time to time, waving to you when you didn’t look away fast enough.
As the game went on, you had to admit to yourself, that he was a great player. He bowled a strike twice, and always collected his spares nicely. You were nowhere near his league, so you hoped that if in some miraculous way you’d win your first game, you won’t have to compete against them.
But Lady Fortune didn’t listen to you. The Scavengers won. Your team – the Sassy Weirdos – won too, not thanks to you, of course. You could barely score, and your ball for spares ended up in the gutter. But you still won, and had to compete against Scavengers. Just like in a cliché teen movie.
“We can say goodbye for free food now.”
“I’ll buy you whatever you want next time we come, okay?”
“Or you could just play better for the promise of free food.”
You smiled at Yeonjun’s pouty expression, and pinched his cheeks. He whined in pain, holding his face in his hands, and he sounded so fake.
“And you still wonder why are we treating you like a child.” Songwoo patted his shoulder with sympathy, but he was grinning widely at the maknae.
“No! You simply treat me wrong!”
“Hey! I bought you candy yesterday and always take you out to eat when you whine so much about school work!” Seohee joined to your conversation too.
“Then you should do it without me having to whine for it.”
“Come on, baby Junnie, don’t act like that in front of the grown-ups,” Songwoo teased him more.
“Noonaaa! They are hurting me!”
The maknae ran to your back, only the top of his head and an accusing finger sticking out behind your shoulders, which was pointed at your friends. At this point even the other team was laughing at his antics. Your eyes went to the mysterious Loey-guy, who still didn’t take off his Deadpool mask, but you definitely could hear his laugh. The sound warmed up your insides, made your head dizzy.
“Noona, you should protect me,” Yeonjun poked your side with his other hand, his voice more sulky than ever.
“Am I really the right person for that?” You fired back at him. “Hm, baby Junnie?”
“Oh my God!” He finally said in his real voice. His forehead met with your shoulder as he gave up on winning any of you to his side. “I hate you all right now.”
“No, you don’t. You are just sour, ‘cause you didn’t get what you wanted.”
“See? I told you he’s a child.”
This time the maknae didn’t rebel against Songwoo’s words, just muttered some profanities under his nose that only you could hear. You decided not to comment on them; it would risk another whiny tantrum from him.
“Seohee, you’re first up,” Minji said, as all of you settled in the seats designed to your lanes.
She picked a pink ball, and with a perfect posture she bowled a strike. Stunned silence filled the air, and you already knew what she was gonna do. Turning around, she walked back to your seats with dangerously swaying hips. Her last bullet was blowing a kiss to the opposing team’s next player, a man dressed as Thor.
Murmurs went around in the crowd, everyone wondering how could the Scavengers beat you, what their plan would be, but you knew that they didn’t need one. Obviously your team had you, the clumsy one, who lost the points the others just gained to your advance. Seohee’s perfect strike will mean nothing in a few minutes. You all knew that, and couldn’t understand how did the crowd forgot your bad performance from the previous game.
The other weakling on your team was Minji. She either bowled a strike with her ball or it ended up in the gutter, there was no in between. Unfortunately the gutter was the more frequent option. And even with her crazy luck or curse, the others barely ever teased her about it. Maybe because she would really kick their asses, if they did so.
In a haze, you watched your friends play, one after the other, until it was your turn. You relaxed your stiffened posture as you stood up, feeling a lot of gaze on your back as you walked up to choose a ball. Picking and holding up a bright orange one, you tried to look confident. That is, until a booming voice called out to you.
“Go, Yelena!” You turned around, but already knew who that voice belong to. Not much to your surprise, Deadpool was waving at you enthusiastically. He even bowled a strike when it was his turn, and now he is encouraging you!
“Shut up, dude! It’ not the good time the flirt with her!” Someone shouted back at him from the crowd, making you blush furiously.
You decided to concentrate on your task, but was stopped once again as Loey-guy talked again.
“But she’s in love with me! She even sewed back my head to its place. I tell you, it was love at first sight!”
“Maybe she did it backwards.”
“I’d like to ask other players and viewers not to disturb the player during their turn,” came the owner’s voice from everywhere, but it was too late for you: your face already beat a tomato with its redness.
Taking a deep breath, you finally felt peace washing over your body. Ears turning deaf to the sound from everyone else, you only focused on the ball and the pins far from you. You took one step, two steps, three steps, your body bending in the learned form, fingers firmly letting go of the ball. Then your body immediately shot up and bent to left, hoping it would make the ball go more to that side than the right. You knocked down three pins. No, four. Well, it wasn’t that bad, you just have to collect the spares.
You picked a black ball this time, doing everything again, but when you tried to make it go a little more to the left than the first side, it ended up in the gutter on the left. Taking a deep breath, your head hung low. You knew you weren’t good, but it was different from playing only with your friends. There was a ton of strangers watching how well you did, their gaze turning you into a sweaty ball of nerves. Inhaling another deep breath, you straightened your back; on the lane next to yours Iron Man was preparing for his turn.
Minji and Yeonjun sent you a smile as you walked back to the seats, which were already rearranged on both teams’ side. Your seat’s back was turned to the back of the one where Deadpool sat. Your sour mood increasing a little when you noticed that his stupid mask was still on his head. Why couldn’t he just show his face? Wasn’t it too hot in here to wear a mask and a suit for hours?
“Wasn’t that bad, noona. It could have gone to the gutter immediately. At least you scored us some points,” said the maknae. You gave him a short nod, eyes on him, but all the nerves in your body was focused on the man behind you. His presence was overwhelming. “And who cares about free food? You guys can buy me meals all the time anyway.”
“Shut up, baby Junnie,” you shot back at him, but there wasn’t any edge in your voice.
“He’s not wrong, though.” A deep voice came from behind you.
You turned around in sync with the maknae, your face mere inches away from the masked face of the Loey-guy. He smells nice, you noted to yourself.
“Who is he, noona?” He asked once again, as if he was expecting a different answer than last time.
Yeonjun’s whisper was useless when you were sitting so close to the person he was talking about. The masked face turned in his direction, and the younger boy immediately leaned back a little to gain some space between themselves.
“I have no idea,” you said in a normal volume.
“You can call me Yeol, but Handsome God would be much more preferred.”
So this is where the Loey came from, you thought, he just wrote it backwards. You wanted to make a witty response, but your brain left you with nonsense thoughts. Like how his arms looked strong under the suit. And the tone of his voice was really nice, he easily could be a narrator for any movie. You would listen to it all the time. But still, that stupid mask…
“Yeah, we can’t confirm that since all we see is a mask. You could be the ugliest hyung in this whole place, actually. I bet noona would be disappointed if you had the scarred face of Deadpool, and still try to flirt with her.”
Yeol didn’t correct the maknae when he referred to him as hyung, or the fact that he was trying to flirt with you.
“He’s not flirting with me,” you said after a long pause, gaining a disbelieving look from Yeonjun and Yeol’s attention. In reality, you thought too that he was flirting with you, or tried to, you just wanted confirmation of it. So you tried to use reverse psychology. “Right?”
“Yeah. I’m totally not flirting. It’s just that my friend thinks you are cute,” he shrugged, not turning his head away from you. For some reasons you felt disappointed. This was not how you thought it would go. Hoping that it wouldn’t show on your face, you turned your gaze to the current player. Songwoo just collected all his spares, but the gap was only growing bigger between your teams.
“God, if you say that you are the friend, I might hit someone.” Despite his words and disgusted expression, you knew that the maknae was enjoying himself.
“Well,” Yeol said slowly. “I definitely not gonna say that now. But you might be right.”
“So you really were flirting with me.”
You even surprised yourself with how calm you sounded. On the inside, you were freaking out. Your heartbeat fastened up, palms getting sweaty, but feeling a little sour about not seeing his face yet. Looks aren’t everything, yes, but they did matter somewhat. Also, he was witty.
Yeonjun stood up. It was his turn soon, and he always spent some extra time picking out his ball.
“What did you think I was doing?”
“Being loyal to Deadpool’s crazy character?”
“Oh, that too, but it was mostly flirting.” A long, sticky pause. You held your breath, not knowing what to say. “How about this: you forget my lame confession about flirting with you and I teach you how to bowl better.”
“It wasn’t lame. And I don’t think there is any hope for me. All of my friends tried their luck with me, and I still can be happy if my ball doesn’t end up in the gutter.”
“But I haven’t tried yet. I’m the best bowling player in Seoul.” He leaned a little closer, as if he knew that his presence would make you dizzy enough to say yes without thinking.
“Okay, but I want to see your face beforehand.”
“Aw, I can’t just take it off here.” His voice was whiny, maybe he was even pouting.
“Why not?”
He leaned closer. If that silly mask wasn’t on his face, you would feel his breath on your face. Now you could only see how his chest rose and fell. His scent got stronger, filling your senses. It was an earthy smell mixed with some cologne. You couldn’t take off your eyes of him.
“People would see, you know, and then the mystery goes away.”
“That’s plainly stupid. I bet it’s goddamn hot in that suit and mask. And the people here probably don’t even care about your face, they just want to see how you play and how many point you score to your team.”
“But you care.”
You didn’t have the chance to answer or react. One of his teammates called out to him, referring to him as hyung, and he stood up with the speed of lightning, leaving you wondering about his words.
He was right, You cared about what he looked like. There was a rough image of him in your mind, but your wanted, no, needed to see him. You didn’t want to go home tonight without getting a full glimpse of him. And apparently he knew that very well.
After bowling a strike once again, he came back, sitting down on his previous spot and turning to you with his upper body. Suddenly, you wished you left you own half-mask on, so he would be in the same position as you. Rolling a blonde lock of the wig, you looked at lanes where the game took place. He stayed silent, but still could feel his eyes on your skin, your face.
The scoring board said that you were more than forty points behind. Nothing that couldn’t be turned around in a normal game, but it was your turn. That gap will only decrease by a few points or stays the same.
“When you’re letting go of the ball, don’t stop your arm in front of your chest. It might look cool, but you’ll be more precise of you fully follow up the movement.”
He’s tone was serious for the first time tonight, and you nodded at him with a surprised look. Then relaxing, you smiled.
“Is the teaching starts now?”
“No. I need a good reason for meeting you again,” he said it so casually, as if it was as obvious as his flirting tactics.
Instead of saying anything, you walked to your lane after picking a ball. It was red, and felt a little heavier than the previous one. You thought about the usual movements of your body during bowling, then reminded yourself about Yeol’s advice. Fully following through the movement with your arm. Doesn’t sound too hard.
“You can do it, Y/N!” Minji shouted behind you, making you nearly drop the ball. A solid laugh came from here and there as you lifted the red thing to your chest again.
You did everything as you remembered, and when it came to letting go of the ball, you purposefully raised you arm over your chest this time, not stopping it in the middle, as Yeol said. The ball knocked down six pins. You picked an another ball, repeating the same routine as you did, combined with Yeol’s advice, and to your own surprise you knocked down the remaining pins too.
Staring down at your hands in horror, your teammates ran up to you, cheering and hugging you, Yeonjun even asked how in the hell did you do that. You shook your head, not knowing what to say, only grinning like a mad woman.
Sitting back down, Yeol held out his hand for a high-five, his head slightly tilted to one side. You grinned at him, hitting your palm to his. He quickly grabbed your fingers with his glove covered one and squeezed your hand, then just as fast as it happened, he let go. Your smile slowly disappeared, and you had to shake your again to not read too much into this.
“Not bad. Now you just have to fix your posture a little more and you’ll be fine.”
“And you want to help with that too?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then take off the mask,” he chuckled at your sudden demand. This time he turned away his head to look somewhere else, contemplating your words. But he leaned closer, you noticed.
“So this is what it’s really about, huh?” he said, and your heart sink to your stomach for no reason, palms getting sweaty.
There was something in his voice – like he just solved the mystery of your existence, and finally found out everything about you. Or you just really started to read too much into things. Still, you felt nervous.
Then somewhat quieter, he continued: “You want to get into my pants.”
You snorted, and turned away from him, but leaned back on the chair anyway.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I don’t hear you say no.”
You refused to answer or react, but felt him close to you. Probably leaned to your ear to tempt you more, and this way others won’t hear anything. Crossing your arms over your shoulder, you pouted, looking like a child who didn’t get what they wanted. At the same time you were conscious how the movement pushed you boobs higher up, making them look better. Did he notice?
“Is he bothering you?” Songwoo asked, his eyes going back and forth between you and Yeol.
“Tries,” you said.
“No,” he said.
“Okay,” Songwoo responded, then turned away, shrugging his shoulders.
Answering at the same time made you look at him, which was a big mistake. You immediately forgot about Songwoo, because Yeol’s face was indeed really close to yours. If it wasn’t for that stupid mask, you could have kissed him. Not like you were bold enough to kiss a stranger in public, who successfully swept you off of your feet, but he was… mesmerizing.
“I take off the mask, if you honestly admit it.” The raspy, low tone made you braver, feeling like an invincible woman. You looked down at the place on the mask where his mouth was supposed to be, hoping he would catch the sign. You heard him gulp.
“Admit what?”
“You want to get into my pants.”
“Isn’t the same goes for you?”
“True, I want to do the same. So?” You insides clenched at his confession. Pressing your thighs together, you straightened your back.
“Fine. I might want to get into your pants. There, so when can I take it off?” you whispered, eyes lingering between the mask and his suit-covered chest, not making it obvious which one you were talking about.
“Fuck,” he muttered with feelings, suddenly leaning away, leaving you breathless and confused.
The rest of the game went by in a blur. Yeol didn’t talk much to you afterwards, but always sit on the same chair, the closest one to yours. His head often turned to you. It felt like he was trying to say something, but didn’t how to put his thoughts into words properly. With each passing minute, a knot formed in your throat, not so sure about the whole thing anymore.
He seemed to be into the flirty back and forth between you two, but on the other hand he didn’t talk to you since you admitted that you were sexually interested in him. Was it even a good idea to hook up with a total stranger, whose face you haven’t even seen yet? He could be a murderer for all you knew. But what kind of murderer would sign up for a bowling competition with his friends on Halloween, dress up and act like Deadpool? It didn’t make any sense.
In the end, your team lost by a lot of points. You had to go back to a table in the back, so the next game could start on the two main lanes. You wondered if you should go up to Yeol and say something, or ask him what’s gonna happen next, or how this thing would go down.
Scavengers won, so he still had to play at least one more game, even more if they were really good.
“Do we stay and watch the other games?” Songwoo asked all of you as you gathered your drinks and bottles from the table to give place to the new players.
“I have more glitter on my body than a stripper. I didn’t do it for us to stay just an hour then go straight home,” Seohee frowned at the boy, who stuck his tongue out in response.
“I don’t think they hire fairies as strippers.”
“Maybe they do in kinky clubs,” Yeonjun chimed in, then nearly poked a hole in your ribs with his elbow. His eyes grew wide as he looked behind you, pointing at a tall man in red and black suit. “I think your superhero, who flirts awfully, is looking for you. Do you want me to stay with you, in case he tries with something weird?”
“It’s okay. He won’t try anything I wouldn’t want anyway.”
The maknae opened his mouth to respond, but Yeol finally caught up with you. He looked at Yeonjun than at you, then back at the boy again.
“Oh, right, I still have to walk our stripper fairy back to her club, see you later, noona!” He spoke faster than you could comprehend his words. Taking your drink and purse away from you, he turned around, grabbed Seohee by her arm, who lingered behind with you, and dragged her to the table, where Songwoo and Minji already put their stuff down.
He cleared his throat, and for a few seconds none of you said anything. You could feel your friends staring daggers into your back, and when you looked at them to check if you were right, they quickly turned away, pretending they were doing something entirely else.
“So you wanted to see my face.”
With that, he got your full attention. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. He held out his hand, and you put yours into his, the gloves warm under your touch, his hold confident. You felt your body becoming lighter, like you were walking on clouds, as he led you away from the main area straight to the restrooms.
It felt just right holding his hand. Your head felt dizzy with excitement, as you followed him until he stopped in front of the men’s restroom, first shoving only his head inside, listening and checking if someone was in there. After deciding the coast was clear, you went in. Hearing the lock clicking behind you, you got got more nervous. Why does it felt a much bigger deal than just him taking off his mask?
“So what is Yeol short for? Is it a nickname?” you asked, when he didn’t say anything, only leaned his back onto the wall next to the hand dryer.
“It’s Chanyeol, actually.”
“Nice to meet you, Chanyeol. I’M Y/N.” Your voice sounded too formal to a situation where you basically were supposed to plan a hookup. He must have found it weird too, because he laughed; voice bubbling, the kind which made you smile. “Now that we are done with introductions, need help with that?”
Taking a few steps closer to Chanyeol, until you were standing in front of him, you pointed at his mask.
“Definitely,” voice raspy, deeper than you’ve ever heard, luring you even closer to him. “But I have to warn you: you might not get a chance to take a good look at me.”
Bold with your actions, you took the final step, closed the distance between the two of you, basically pressing yourself to him. You hummed at the sensation. His body felt warm and firm under the suit. You slowly lifted your hands, fingers quickly finding the edge of the mask. Voice coming out as a whisper, you asked:
“And why is that?”
“If you tease me like that,” his palm slipped to your hips, pulling you closer; his body not just firm anymore, his cock pressed hard against your stomach. “I won’t be able to hold back, and just kiss you right away.”
You smiled smugly, feeling confident and powerful, you pulled his mask upwards. Despite the circumstances, a chuckle slipped past your lips as you struggled with the fabric. It was like taking off plastic gloves of your hands: difficult and time consuming. A whiny ‘ouch’ left his lips a few times, but after his ears got out of the way, it was easy.
With the mask in one hand, you leaned back a little to finally drink his features in, and save them in your memory. And you didn’t have to be disappointed.
He was nothing like you imagined. Plump lips slightly opened, a freckle on his nose, three other on the right side of his face and two more on his jaw, near his ear – his ears, which stood out a little, giving him a little childish look. Brown locks of hair, fluffy, although damp from being trapped under the mask. They were a little wavy too, the kind which makes you want run your fingers through it repeatedly. And his eyes… Fuck, his eyes were fixated on your lip, a hungry light flickering in them.
One of his hands left your hips, and snaked up on your back, making you lean close to him. Your noses nearly touched. His breath fanned over your face. You swallowed hard, your mind filled with thoughts about what those lips could do to you in bed.
“So? What do you think?” His voice came out low and thick with lust, making you shiver.
“Would it sound bad, if I said that I just want to get you out of that stupid suit more than before?” He looked stunned by your sudden confession, but then the next moment he collected himself and smiled at you warmly.
“You are reading my mind.” Licking you lower lip instinctively, you watched him follow the movement with his eyes, even heard him groan. “Can I kiss you a little? Just to get a taste before going back out there?”
Instead of answering him, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him. The moment your lips touched, his arms tightened around you, as if he tried to melt you into himself. It made all your thoughts run far away from you, and you didn’t even want them to come back if it meant that you could kiss more.
Chanyeol kissed you carefully, not trying to cross any invisible lines, but his hands constantly roamed around your body, making your blood boil and making your skin tingle. It has been some time since you’ve been with a man, and his hardness pressed between your bodies made a knot form in your stomach. You were getting aroused just by thinking about what he could do to you if all these clothes wouldn’t separate you.
A moan slipped past your lips when he licked them, then dipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting you fully.
A loud knock on the door startled both of you, the kiss cut too short for you liking.
“Come on, man, I have to take a piss, just let me in already!”Someone said, rather upset being stuck outside.
You felt you face turning from embarrassment, and Chanyeol’s ears tinted with the same color, although his eyes were wide from want. You slowly wiped away a little saliva from his lower lip, not knowing what to say. You felt breathless, you body begging for more kisses, more touches.
When the knocking repeated, you left the trance-like state, shaking your head and stepping away to go out, and probably embarrass yourself. He didn’t let you too far though, One arm snaking around your lower back, the other unlocking and opening the door, but only after wiping your skin under your lips with his thumb.
“I messed up your lipstick,” he explained.
A man dressed as an alien blinked at you in surprise, then quickly overcame the fact that you probably made out in the men’s bathroom, and barged in, going straight into the closest stall.
You scanned the place, looking for your friends, feeling too nervous to talk to Chanyeol about what just happened, or what could happen later tonight. Your legs still wobbly, you sighed. Chanyeol cleared his throat next to you, and your friends seemed to be nowhere in sight.
“I meant it, you know.”
“Which part?” you asked absentmindedly, fearing to look him in the eyes now, that you finally got rid off the mask. You looked down at the material in your hand, considering whether to give it back to him, or to take it with you.
“Where I said that I want to teach you to play bowling properly later on. And the ‘getting into your pants’ part too.”
The more you stared at him, the more his ears stuck out, even his fluffy hair couldn’t hide them. His eyes looked pure and convincing, when you looked into them. You held out the mask to him.
“I’ll be with my friends, until you finish,” you said, and smiled when confusion washed over his face. “The only question is: are we gonna go to your place or mine?”
“Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered as he grabbed your hand with the mask and pulled you to his chest. It happened so fast, you could barely register that he kissed you again, he let you go before you had the chance to kiss him back. “Did you really just asked whose place we should go?”
“Yeah. I thought that was the whole point.”
“Well, yes, but I never really thought my flirting would actually work.”
“We just made out literally five minutes ago, basically felt up each other, and you still think that I don’t want to hook up?” You were genuinely stunned. Was he playing a game with you? But the look in his eyes was so innocent, it couldn’t be that he was only toying with you.
Fortunately, there wasn’t many people around you, most of them were watching the games, only a few wandered around to go to the restrooms. Looking around, you waited for his response.
“I never really did this before. I mean hooking up with someone I barely know.”
“Oh. Well, if it helps, I don’t do that often either.” Your gazes met once again, and you smiled at him encouragingly, a little cheekily. “Only when a handsome guy, who dresses up as Deadpool, flirts with me lamely on Halloween.”
His shoulders lowered a little. After exhaling loudly, he returned you smile.
“Does it happen often?”
“That’s my first time,” you shrugged. Stepping closer to press your body to his again, savoring the feeling. You placed a hand on his chest, the other was still held captive by his hand. His hot breath fanned over your face. The knot in your stomach tightened, you had to press your thighs together, when he licked his lips in anticipation. “So, whose place it’s gonna be?”
“Do you live close by?”
Scavengers lost in the next round. Not because Chanyeol played terribly on purpose to end it faster, but the other team was truly better than them. They almost made it look like a game between professional players, it was a sight to remember.
Chanyeol’s balls were fast and accurate, the only sign that he wanted to end it soon. He often stole glances in your direction, where you sat with your friends. His face was hidden by the mask again, but your heart still beat faster whenever he turned to you.
Of course, your friends, especially Seohee and Yeonjun, tried to get you spill the tea about what just happened with the ‘Deadpool-guy’, as they called him (you kept his name to yourself), but you refused to say anything. While changing your shoes back, you hinted that you wouldn’t be walking home with them tonight, and might leave a little early, which was just adding fuel to the fire. Questions thrown at you faster than bullets, only stopped for a few seconds to breathe. You looked at Songwoo and Minji, begging for help with your eyes, but the girl looked back at you with surprise in her eyes, and the boy… well, he smiled like he was having the time of his life.
“Oh, stop it already!” You shushed them, when you finally had enough. “He seems nice, not a creep, and he’s interested in me too. So what’s so bad about hooking up with him? Seohee, you tell me all the time that I should find someone too.”
“Well, yeah, but didn’t mean that you should take home a complete stranger.”
“You do the same from time to time.”
Seohee opened her mouth, but words didn’t come out so she just shut it. Her eyes scanned your face, looking for something, and when she found it, a smirk appeared on her lips. She nodded, mostly to herself, then proudly said:
“You already made out with him!” Instinctively lifted your hand to your lips, remembering Chanyeol mentioning the smudged lipstick, and that was enough for Seohee, she pointed an accusing finger at you. “I fuckin’ knew it!”
Yeonjun snickered next to the girl, then his gaze wandered somewhere behind you for the second time tonight. After poking Seohee, she looked there too.
“You know what? I would take him home too,” the girl whispered cheekily, and looked into your eyes. “But promise to call me if something goes weird. I’ll call you in the morning, and if you won’t answer, I’m gonna march in there and cut his dick off.”
“Or worse,” the maknae added.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” you agreed.
Rolling your eyes, you turned around to check if they were just teasing you or Chanyeol was really coming to your table.
Well, he was coming. Tall, broad shoulders highlighted by the suit, the mask openly mocking you with hiding his face again. You already got a taste of him, now you couldn’t wait for more.
Abruptly, you stood up, realizing that if Chanyeol reaches the table, he’s gonna meet your friends, and they would probably make some jokes about you. He shouldn’t hear those kind of jokes, he might change his mind about going home with you or teaching you to bowl better.
Quickly gathering your stuff, you threw some money on the table, asking your friends to pay for your drink from it and said goodbye to them, all that before Chanyeol could come near them. As you walked to him, someone wolf whistled behind you, and you refused to turn around and check who it was. It sounded like Seohee anyway.
Chanyeol tilted his head, when you met him halfway, neither of you knowing what to do. A smile appeared on your lips at your own shyness. It seemed to ease his mind, grabbing your hand, and walking in the direction of the entrance.
“I have to admit, you’re a really good player.”
He turned to you, his hold tightening around your fingers.
“You haven’t seen everything yet. I just wanted to get over it fast. It’s a pity that we lost, but…” He trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.
You walked back on the same path you came to the bowling alley, except this time you weren’t accompanied by your friends, but a handsome man, who still hid his figures behind the mask. You put back the glasses, hiding the upper half of your face too. You wished he would pull up his mask a little and kiss you, but was thankful he didn’t, because when he did that back in the restroom you nearly lost your mind, getting wet and moaning into his mouth.
His hand held yours firmly, sometimes turning his face to you, but quickly turning back watching the street in front of you.
You smiled at his antics. It only made sense when you glanced down at his crotch. His erection was straining against his suit. The same need and want must have running through his veins too. Luckily to him, there wasn’t many people out on streets, who would have noticed it.
Hands trembling a little while looking for your keys in your purse, as your reached your apartment, you let yourselves in. Chanyeol followed you closely up on the stairs, his palm often reaching for your hips, stroking your ass while he was there. You chuckled, not saying anything, just stopping and feeling him press up against your back, then running away from him a little. His laugh echoed in the hallways.
“You have a nice place,” he said as you finally arrived to your apartment.
After taking off your shoes and putting your purse away, you didn’t know what to do or say. You felt awkward, just standing in the small hall area. You watched as Chanyeol sloppily put his shoes next to yours, then finally took his mask off. Hair fluffier than ever, eyes shining and dark. He licked his lips, ruffling his hair sheepishly.
Hesitantly, he reached his hand out for you, gaze literally devouring you, and you just had to give in to him. You wanted to.
One hand snaking around your lower back, the other taking off your half-mask, throwing it next to your purse. Then his hand came back to your face, fingers running along your hairline, or more like the wig’s hairline.
“It’s a wig, right?”
“Yes.” You helped him taking it off, then pulling off the thin fabric too that held your real hair in place. As it came off too, dyed red locks flowed down, laying on your shoulders.
“Who knew life would follow the comics?” he asked, distracted by your hair.
“What do you mean?”
“Deadpool fell in love with Yelena Belova as Black Widow, but later on they found out that it was Natasha Romanov in disguise all along.” He twirled a lock of hair between his fingers. The redness seemed to be flying around on his palm smoothly.
At the same time you couldn’t take your eyes off of his lips. Lust took over you, body moving on its own as you pushed him against the door and kissed him deeply. He was only surprised for a moment, then he kissed you back just as hard.
It was much more needy and lustful than the one back at the bowling alley; teeth clashing, tongue fighting for dominance, hands roaming wherever they could reach on each other’s body. He could freely grab your ass now, shoving your hips together, his length pressing to your crotch and stomach, buttons on your suit biting harsh into your skin.
Lips busy kissing, hands busy unbuttoning his damn suit, that he looked so good in, but wanted him to take off. A long exhale escaped you when finishing with the buttons your fingers didn’t reach bare skin but the cotton of a t-shirt. He chuckled, voice resonating through your body as he leaned away a little. With half-lidded eyes he looked down at you.
“Don’t be too surprised that I have a men’s stockings underneath too.”
“Are you serious?” you asked, hands already dipping deeper in the suit to confirm what he just said.
God, he really was wearing a thin stockings. Since you went that far, you reached one layer further and deeper, caressing and grabbing his cock. He inhaled sharply, eyes closing for a second, then moaning loudly and bringing your face up for another kiss.
Massaging his erection slowly, you got wet from the noises he made. He was vocal, humming and groaning in your mouth, even whining when you did something he especially enjoyed, like running your thumb over his tip, smudging some precum over it, or cupping his balls, squeezing them lightly.
“The suit was hurting my skin without it,” he whispered after a long time. “Shouldn’t we go inside?”
“Yeah, we should.” But none of you moved for a long time.
Leaving your lips, Chanyeol kissed down on your neck, unbuttoning your suit along the way, and leaving a burning trace of skin behind. You tried to continue undressing him with your free hand but it just didn’t work out. Not really wanting to separate from him, you were hesitant but took a small step back. He looked at you questioningly, body instinctively moving to close the gap fast. You held out a hand to hold him back, making him more confused. You smiled at him.
“I can’t take off your clothes if you keep kissing me like that.”
It turned his pout into a smile too. You pointed behind your back, then spoke up again:
“My bedroom is this way.”
Grabbing your shoulders he flipped you around.
“Lead the way, Y/N.” Your name sounded sinful coming from his lips. Tone low from want, you leaned into his touch as you marched into your room.
He wasn’t looking around, when you turned back to him; no, his eyes were fixated on you, your body, your face. Your stomach tightened in excitement.
No one ever looked at you like that. As if he was a thirty man stuck in a desert and you were a glass of water. His gaze made you just as intoxicated as his kisses.
Time and tension seemed to slow down, now it was more important to enjoy the moment than getting fast to the main part. You lead Chanyeol to your bed, making him sit on the edge, then finally peeled him out of his suit. A simply gray t-shirt hugged his upper body, a few tattoos littering around on his arms, veins popping out here and there. Fuck, he looked good. You stood between his legs. You noticed his stomach twitching, when you reached for the hem of the gray fabric, trying to pull it off in one swift movement. He held up his hands. With his ears sticking out, arms high up in the air, he looked like a child.
He had a really nice body. Toned arms, fine outline of abs, firm muscles hard as you caressed his skin. Nipples a shade darker than his lips, hard and pointy. You wanted to taste every inch of his body, knowing if he was as delicious as he looked.
He stopped you when you went for his pants, making you look him in the eyes.
“My turn,” he said.
He motioned for you to climb on his lap, caressing your thighs as you got on the bed and him, then firmly pressing you down on his lap. A soft moan escaped you as your core made contact with his length. It was hot and hard even through your clothes. His fingers, that were busy getting you out of the suit and revealing your bra-covered chest, halted in motion as you started grinding against his cock. You couldn’t hold back yourself anymore. You clenched around nothing, when he thrust his hips upwards, his hands working faster in getting you out of the black material.
Head buried in his neck, you suck bruises on the soft skin, and his shoulder and chest too, littering purplish spots on him.
“It’s okay, don’t stop,” he muttered when you stopped at a particularly loud whine from him, thinking it was because of pain. “I like it.”
You didn’t even notice when he unclasped your black bra, only feeling the cool air hitting your breasts.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he said, before his mouth closed around one nipple. Your breath hitched as he sucked, even bit down a little on it. Your hips moving in a slow rhythm, hoaxing soft sounds from him. “I won’t last long if we keep doing this.”
“Than better get naked fast,” you whimpered, not really trusting your voice anymore.
Clothes seemed to disappear afterwards, he undressed you with caring hands, but throwing the clothes without looking. His fingers dig into your skin when he pulled your panties off, a simple yellow cotton one, nothing special, maybe just the wet spot from your arousal on it. He looked up at you from between your legs, leaning on one hand, the other hiking higher and higher up on your thigh, until he reached your slit. Eyes dark with want, he asked:
“Do you want me to eat you out a little?” Then pressed his thumb down on your clit, drawing circles on it.
He took your whimper as a yes, because he didn’t wait. Only wetting his lips, and with that, his mouth was all over you. He kissed you down there like he did with the lips on your face: deeply, enthusiastically and with a lot of tongue. He had to put his arm on your stomach to hold you down, as you kept moving around. It was too much, the knot in your stomach growing bigger and bigger with every lick of his tongue.
Suddenly, he stopped, blowing air on your core, the coolness making you shiver.
Getting rid of his suit, pulling stockings and pants down in one go, your mouth watered from watching his cock spring free. It was long with a pink tip, a vein running along it, and hard. He smiled at your expression, hair messed up, sticking to his forehead. Chanyeol climbed above you. Resting one hand next to your head, he grabbed yours with the other and guided it to his length. It twitched when you wrapped your hand around him, the tip shiny with precum. Caressing his face with your free hand, and pulling him down for a kiss completely melting under his lips. Squeezing with your fingers, he rolled into your touch, his breath tickling your ear.
“Does it feel good?” you asked sheepishly, when he exhaled shakily.
“God, yes, fuck, I just…” he trailed off. “Do you have a condom? I want to be in you. Like right now.”
You squeezed his length again, his whimper echoing in your ears, then reached to your nightstand. You remembered putting some condoms away in there, thinking it might come handy in the future. You thanked your past-self for being mindful enough.
It wasn’t an easy task, though. Chanyeol kept kissing your body wherever he could reach, all while rutting himself against your mound, not missing grinding against your clit each again and again. Your hands trembled, accidentally pushing a book off the nightstand, but in the end you found what your were looking for.
After sitting up, he ripped the package and rolled the condom down on his cock. Your chest rose and fell quickly. Watching him, your hand slipped between your legs. After wetting your fingers with arousal, you drew eight-figures on your clit. You clenched hard again on nothing, waiting to feel him in you.
“Okay, okay,” he mumbled, shuffling around in between your legs. Digging his fingers into your thighs, he pulled your legs wider apart, fully exposing you.
Settling comfortable, he slid the tip on your slit up and down a few times. You were more than ready for him. Finally sinking into you, you moaned loudly. Both of your eyes were locked on where you connected, watching as he disappeared in you inch by inch. Your back arched up as he bottomed out. He stretched you out well, you needed a few moments to get used to it; he didn’t look that thick at first glance. He was long too, filling you up fully.
His groaning grew stronger as he pulled out, then buried in you again. Then repeated it a little faster, a little harder. You whimpered when he pulled out, tip almost coming out, but never actually leaving your pussy.
“Can I try something?” He panted, lying down on you and kissing you.
Grabbing the closest thing you could found, you wrapped your hands around his arms, muscles rock hard under your touch. You could only moan, forming words was a complicated task with him nonstop pounding into you. He put his free hand under your head, holding himself up on his lower arm. Fingers getting lost in your hair, massaging your scalp, he repeated his question.
“I need you to answer, baby.” The petname made you sink further into oblivion, but he brought you back by slowing down his movements. He pulled out infuriatingly carefully, and pushed back even slower, but harshly whipped himself into you at the last inch. “What do you say? Can you put your leg on my shoulder for me?”
You nodded, swallowing hard as he picked his pace up again. Pushing himself up, his fingers snaked around your left ankles and pulled it over his shoulder just like he asked. You didn’t even came yet, and you were fucked out already. Skin glowing form sweat, hips moving as if he was dancing, you felt like exploding. This way he went deeper, hitting at a different angle, heat growing faster in your lower abdomen than before. You would come soon.
Lifting your hips, you welcomed his with every push. Chanyeol turned his head to your leg, kissing and biting down on your ankle to mute down his groans a little. It was no use, he was still as loud as you anyway. It was game over for you when he licked his fingers, putting them on your clit, sloppily drawing circles and pushing down on it a little.
“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, right before your hands fisted in the sheets, eyes widened as white hotness run through your body. You clenched hard around Chanyeol’s length, only soft ‘fuck’ exclamations leaving your lips.
He pushed your leg back down on the bed, falling on you, slamming his cock harder and deeper if that was possible. His muscles flexed under your touch when you splayed them across his back, then going down, squeezing his ass. You watched him closely, his eyes fluttering shut, smooth skin painted with hickeys made by you, wanting to remember it forever. Probably even make new memories like this with him.
Chanyeol moaned into your ear, kissing you once more. He shuddered in your arms. You could feel his length pulse in you, his body collapsing on you. His skin was hot against yours, lips kissing a wet trail across your jaw to your mouth.
His kiss was slow and comfortable, not driven by lust anymore, simply tasting you and exploring your mouth thoroughly. Cock soft, he pulled out of you. Chanyeol shivered when you took the condom off of him, throwing it out in the trash near your bed.
“It was good for you too, right?” he asked somewhat sheepishly, as you lay back next to him. His hands were instantly on your body, not teasing, just holding you. He blinked slowly. Lips dark and wet with saliva, you wanted to kiss him again.
“Yeah, one of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever had.”
“One of?”
“Let me keep my pride, okay? I can’t say that I had the best sex ever with a man we barely know each other.”
“Well, if you come with me on the bowling date I was talking about earlier, then we can get to know each other better.”
“Wait!” You shifted up to your elbow to look at him. “You meant a date when you talked about teaching me bowling?”
“What else could I have mean?”
“I don’t know.” Shivering as he dipped his fingers between your legs, teasing your sensitive clit and slit, his other hand hugging you to his bare body.
“But I can promise, if you go on a date with me, I’ll eat you out afterwards. Twice.”
Fuck, why does he have to sound so hot? You were getting wet again, soaking his fingers as he pushed one in you, moving it sensually in and out. A moan was threatening to slip out. You clenched when he added a second finger, waiting for your answer. You weren’t lazy either, palming his cock, feeling him grow hard again in your hand.
“I’ll say yes if you fuck me in the shower.”
“I’m in,” he said, then brought you in the bathroom in his arms, to fulfill his part of the deal.
Genre: angst | supernatural!au | vampire!pcy
Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader
Length: 3.2k (so ridiculous lol)
Warnings: Mentions of death and blood | Implied sex
a/n: shouldve posted this on halloween but oh well. And this is all my pea brain can come up with so pls dont ask for more lol. yall know i wont do it anyways lmao
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
You were nearly free when Chanyeol found you.
Knowing what his presence meant for you, you made a desperate attempt to take your life. Death was better than the future he wished you to live.
But, of course, he wouldn’t allow you that luxury.
When that option failed, you begrudgingly relented and had him drag you back to your prison. The place that you had escaped for six months.
The mansion was quiet when you returned. The lighting in the familiar halls were so dim you could barely see the wide back of the soldier you followed.
Chanyeol led you to the bedroom that had been your ‘home’ for a year, holding open the door for you to enter. You hesitated. The thought of being trapped within those walls again made bile rise in your throat. You were so close…. So close to freedom.
Chanyeol said your name sternly. A warning.
Swallowing down your nausea, you begrudgingly crossed the threshold.
Everything was how you had left it. It was as if you’d walked back in time.
The door closed behind you and the breakdown you’d been keeping at bay threatened to explode. But, your intuition held it back, instead urging you to check behind you. Trusting that instinct, you turned and was stunned to see Chanyeol had closed himself inside with you.
You’d forgotten how massive the man was. Even with his legs spread shoulder’s length apart, he was still taller than the door behind him. He wore a black leather vest that exposed his bulging biceps. The visible skin was riddled with scars. Some blended against his pale skin, while others were a stark contrast. His wounds were a grim reminder of the life he’d lived–of the warrior he was.
He took you in with those large eyes of his. They were somewhat frightening. His irises were so dark, you couldn’t distinguish them from his pupils, and you swore they were wider than a normal human’s.
Those lifeless eyes of his scanned your figure, checking for injury, for changes, for familiarities.
Once he was content with what he saw, he visibly relaxed. It was barely noticeable, but you knew him enough to catch his relief.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“It’s been awhile,” he replied, as if that answered your question. In a way, it did. He couldn’t say what he really wanted to. That he missed you. No. That would be wrong for multiple reasons.
“It has,” you relented with a thick swallow.
He took a sudden interest in his shoes. “I thought you were dead.”
“I wish I was.”
His face pinched at your confession. “He’s changed.”
You shook your head. “We both know that isn’t true, Chanyeol.”
His head snapped up at the sound of his name, and he stared at you like it finally hit him that you were in front of him, that you were real. The attention made you want to run–towards him. It made you want to feel those battle scar-riddled arms wrapped around you, holding you close, holding you together. The only place you felt safe in this personal hell of yours was in his arms.
“I should let him know that you’ve returned,” he said stoically, stare zeroed in on your lips.
He’s gone before you could reply.
Now truly alone, you gave into your sorrow and allowed yourself to grief.
~*~
Three days passed undisturbed.
It was as it always had been. You were resigned to your chambers, with the only contact from the outside world being the servants that came and brought you food. Until then, you were left alone with your books and thoughts.
It had been nearly two years since you were kidnapped.
Your city was overrun by vampires.
The Vampire King himself, Sehun, took base in your city. Before the invasion, your family owned a successful restaurant. When Sehun and his undead army first took over, he promised to leave your family alone if your father willingly handed you over to him. You weren’t sure why you were so unlucky to catch the eye of the vicious king, but it was said that Sehun had a taste for beautiful women, as you had been told.
Your father declined his offer.
You were hiding behind him when he did. You’d never forget the way Sehun’s eyes hardened from the rejection, but the smile never left his face. He exited the store without complaint and you were naive enough to believe that was the end of it.
Days later, you were awoken from slumber by screams. Your living room had been turned into a massacre. At the center stood death himself, Sehun, with your father in his clutches. Helplessly, you watched as your father begged you to run. Those would be his last words, as Sehun sank his unnaturally sharp canines into his throat, tearing it out like a wild feline. He turned to you, his dark eyes eerily reflecting the light of the moon, as your father’s warm blood poured down his pale chin and neck. You shivered at the sight.
“You’re mine,” he snarled. A large smile stretched his red stained lips, exposing those monstrous teeth, and all you could think was how wrong it was. He looked absolutely deranged. And you quickly found out just how much he was.
To him you were nothing more than a trophy. He never touched you, but paraded you around and forced you to watch him do heinous acts that haunted your dreams. He got off on terrifying you and breaking your spirit. Sehun was a cruel and evil man. His soul had left him upon his death, leaving him a sinister corpse.
The general of his dead armed forces, and the closest thing he had to a friend, was Chanyeol. He had fought alongside Sehun for centuries. It was a debt he felt needed to be paid, since Sehun was the one who saved him all those years ago. When you were first brought to the mansion, Sehun forced you to eat alongside his guests. That’s how Chanyeol noticed you. He saw the fear you attempted to hide and the sadness you cradled and took pity on you. So much so that he’d occasionally come to your defense whenever Sehun took things too far. You had gained someone in your corner and had no idea the extent of Chanyeol’s protection.
The initial feeling of pity warped into something else. Chanyeol began visiting you late at night–or early morning for you–to check on you and help you adjust to your new life. You resisted in the beginning. Chanyeol was just as much a vampire as Sehun, and you hadn’t gotten over your fear and distrust of their kind. But, he showed you that vampires could still cling to bits of their humanity. His vulnerability towards you lowered your guard, and he became your source of safety and comfort. The more time you spent together, the closer you became until you were falling into his arms, and he caught you with ease.
But the longer your affair continued, the more obvious it became. After a close call where Sehun made a rare appearance in your room while Chanyeol was in it, you both decided it would be safer to end it.
Everything changed when Sehun decided he was going to make you his vampire queen. You had no idea why he was so obsessed with you. Anyone else, he would’ve grown bored and disposed of already. Sehun only viewed humans as food, so what made you so special?
Whatever his reasons, he informed Chanyeol of his plans, and he felt compelled to tell you. That news was your last straw, and you knew it was time to escape.
Chanyeol was never privy to your plans, and you were only slightly guilty about taking advantage of his trust to gain vital information to help with your escape. One day, when the sun was at its highest, you fled and never looked back.
Sadly, vampires were fast creatures with supernatural senses, and Chanyeol was the best of his kind. It only took him six months to find and bring you back.
You spent the past few days plotting. Obviously, running didn’t work. You needed a new plan.
The one forming was terrifying, but it was time to be brave. You had to face your demons head on, and had to meet them where they stood.
That night, you requested to have dinner with the king. The servant you brought it up to was as human as you. But, unlike you, her body was covered in gnarly wounds you refused to look too closely at. She never spoke, but you saw the concern and question in her expression. You gave her a reassuring nod and she left to relay your message.
Your request was accepted and the next thing you knew, you were entering the bustling dining room the size of a small home. You wore an expensive scarlet dress with a low neckline that showed off your bite-free neck. A snack in a room full of blood thirsty vampires.
The first person who caught your attention was Chanyeol. He was visibly horrified to see you there. You only held your chin higher before shifting your gaze to his left, where Sehun sat at the head of the long table.
Sehun was a magnificent sight. If it weren’t for the fact he was the embodiment of evil, you would probably mistake him for a god. Actually, he was a god–the God of Death. He wore a black tailored suit, and diamonds shimmered chaotically around his neck, wrists, and fingers despite his stillness. A simple silver crown sat crookedly atop the pile of his black locks. He radiated power.
He drank you in as hungrily as he always had, although you thought you sensed an urgency behind the movement. You attested it to being the first time you’ve graced him with your presence since your return.
“Welcome back, my queen,” he spoke after a long moment of you both staring at each other. He grinned, and it came off playful, startling you.
You caught yourself and curtsied, bowing your head in respect. “My King.”
He tilted his head, pleased with the change in your demeanor.
~*~
Chanyeol barged into your room later that night.
“Have you lost your mind?!” He asked.
“Perhaps,” you answered calmly. You were in the middle of getting ready for bed, dressed in your nightgown, brushing your hair as you sat on the edge of your mattress.
“He still intends to turn you,” he said urgently.
“I know.”
“Then why interact with him?”
“Because I want him to.”
He took a step back, not expecting your response.
“Is that not your reason for leaving?” he asked, puzzled.
You sighed and put down the brush. Turning your head, you peered out the one window in your room, out into a world you yearned to live in. Everything you’d ever known was out there, but everything you’d ever known was dead. Yourself included.
“I’m back now,” you said, keeping your tears at bay. You were so tired of crying. “This is my fate.”
“He’ll kill you,” he confessed in a broken whisper. That drew your attention back at him. He was giving you a pleading look, imploring you to understand the severity of Sehun’s intentions.
“I don’t think he will.”
“That’s how it works!” He wailed. “If he doesn’t lose control, which Sehun has very little of, he’ll turn you into a vampire. You’ll lose your humanity.”
“You seem to not want that to happen.”
“I’m quite fond of the woman you currently are.”
That brought out bittersweet smiles from you both. You stood up and approached him. When you were close enough, you cupped one of his frozen cheeks. He leaned into your touch, holding your wrist to keep from losing your warmth.
“I’ll be fine,” you assured.
His expression grew mournful. “I’ve already lost you once.”
You caressed the skin under his eye with your thumb, as if that would wipe away his worry. “I’ll still be here, Yeol.”
“But you’ll be different.” He drew away, causing your arm to fall limply at your side. “Being a vampire changes you from a molecular level. You will be different.”
“Will it change the way I feel about you?” You dared to ask.
Your name left his lips. Again, it’s said as a warning. But, there was no strength behind it. Only a yearning so deep it pulled you towards him like the moon to the earth.
“I wouldn’t be here alive if not for you,” you said. “You’ve kept me sane, kept me human. You’re proof that being a vampire doesn’t make you inherently a monster. Will you not do the same once I’m at your level?”
Something clicked for him and he nodded with understanding. “I will try my best.”
The air charged around you, causing your body to buzz. The urge to touch him was strong. You hated to admit it, but when you left, leaving him behind was the hardest part. When he captured you, you were afraid of returning, but you couldn’t deny the relief of being back in his company. He had grown a place within your heart too large to ignore, much like him as a person. You had missed him greatly.
Chanyeol’s jaw worked and his nostrils flared as he inhaled your want for him. His hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to answer your body’s call.
You didn’t want to fight it. Not when your human days were now numbered. If Chanyeol was right, and you were going to lose yourself once turned, you wanted to experience being with him while you still felt this way.
You moved close, testing his control. He remained unwavering, but you felt his approval.
“Touch me again,” he ordered.
Unable to resist such a request, you ran your hands up his tense arms, tracing the many scars embedded into them, acknowledging all the battles he’s fought. He closed his eyes and sighed in content. “You’re warm.”
You smiled sadly, but didn't verbally reply as your hands continued their journey up to his shoulders, his neck, his jaw.
You stopped there, conflicted. Boundaries were set between you both, and the last thing you wanted was to get Chanyeol in trouble. Yet, if you stayed within these walls, you would inevitably bring it to him one way or another. Especially after what you must ask of him.
“Chanyeol,” you whispered. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of your distress. Worry and desire swirled within the dark depths of his gaze.
“What is it?” He asked gruffly.
“I….” You struggled to decide which road to take, but ultimately chose your heart’s truth. “We promised each other not to be like this, but… I can’t stop it.”
He nodded and reached for you, holding your face in his powerful hands. “It’s selfish, but I don’t want you to stop. Damn Sehun and his plans. I want you to be mine.”
He pressed his forehead to yours.
“Do you really mean that?” You asked.
“Of course,” he said fiercely. “Have I not shown you what you mean to me?”
“You have, you have.” You relented. “But…there’s another way.”
“Whatever you want. Just tell me.”
As if in answer, you lurched forward, capturing his lips with your own. He groaned and returned the kiss without hesitation, showing you his loyalty to you.
“Bite me,” you whispered into his mouth. “I want you to taste me.”
“What?” He pulled back, staring at you in disbelief.
“Please,” you begged breathlessly. “Chanyeol, please. I want you to be the one to change me.”
“Ch–Change you?” He repeated, stumbling a few steps from you.
“You said it yourself,” you reminded him. “Sehun will kill me if he does. There’s nobody else I trust to do this, nobody else I want to taste my blood. Just you. Only you, Chanyeol.”
You meant that. The thought of turning into a vampire felt less daunting if it were at the hands of your lover. You’d have this small victory over Sehun.
“He’ll kill us both,” he whispered.
“Will he?” You asked, knowing his words to be true. You knew just how territorial Sehun could be. “You do all the fighting for him. Plus, I believe you’re the only thing in this world Sehun loves.”
Chanyeol swallowed thickly. “Except you.”
“He doesn’t love me,” you corrected. “He covets me. It’s different.”
You watched as he nibbled on his bottom lip. His canines had grown long at the temptation of biting you, and you knew he was seriously contemplating your offer.
He just needed a little nudge.
“You’ve never defied him before. He’ll forgive you. I’ll make sure he will. I promise.”
“You promise?” he laughed skeptically, but you saw the panic leave his body.
“I do. I’ll protect you the same way you’ve protected me.”
He sighed and advanced towards you. His hand went to your chest, right under your neck, and he used it to shove you backwards until you pressed against a wall. A predatory look sharpened his features, reminding you of his true nature. He was a vampire, a monster, and there was no denying it with the way he focused on the vein pulsating on the side of your neck. Your heart started thumping erratically as fear consumed you.
He leaned down, sharp teeth scratched against your neck and you closed your eyes and held your breath in preparation for the pain.
Instead of the sharp ache of his teeth, you felt his tongue glide against your salty flesh before he pressed a gentle kiss to your racing pulse.
“Not tonight,” he said into your neck.
“Wha–why?” You asked in a shaky voice.
He only shook his head before nestling it against your shoulder.
“Let me have one more night like this,” he requested. “Let me feel your warmth, and tomorrow…. Tomorrow I’ll do it.”
You lifted his head so that you could look at him. His fangs were still elongated and sharp, but they didn’t frighten you as much as they had a moment ago.
“And then I’ll be yours forever?” You asked.
Chanyeol smiled beautifully. “For as long as I breathe.”
You matched his smile with one of your own. “Then make love to me now, Chanyeol.”
That was all the consent he needed. He kissed you urgently, wanting you so badly he didn’t even bother carrying you back to the bed. Instead, he took you roughly against the wall.
And all that mattered to you then was him. His love for you, his trust in you. His impending betrayal…all in the name of you. Tomorrow all hell would break loose and you might very well lose your life, but that didn’t matter.
Only Chanyeol.
But….
You did have a plan. And as much as you loved Chanyeol, and you really did love him, he was a pawn in your game.
Sehun’s throne was the ultimate goal, and you had no intention of dying tomorrow or anytime soon.
You were going to be the next ruler of the vampires, and you were going to rip this coven apart from the inside out.
synopsis. chanyeol races against time as he attempts to tie his necktie for the millionth time for a job interview that would start in a few minutes. he’s trying his best not to break down in the middle of the busy street, then comes you, a stranger, offering a hand to tie his neck tie.
Disclaimer : hello guys ! I finally got brave and find the courage to post . Please be patient with me and also excuse any texting mistakes! 💕 hope you will like it !
Summary: N/a, a brilliant and determined ballet dancer, has spent her life focused on her dream of performing on the grandest stages, earning a prestigious scholarship to the Korean National Ballet Academy. But her world collides with Chanyeol, a ruthless and powerful figure in Seoul’s underworld. Cold, calculated, and violent, Chanyeol is a man feared by many, yet inexplicably drawn to N/a’s purity and grace. Despite knowing she doesn’t belong in his dangerous world, Chanyeol becomes obsessed with protecting her, even as enemies close in, threatening to tear them apart.
Genre : angst ,fluff , some smut? Mafia!AU
Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader
Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence ,shouting,guns ,drugs alcool and some spicy scenes .
Count :2.2k
Chapter 1
The night was alive with the pulse of neon lights, the darkened streets of Seoul hiding the sins of the powerful and the weak alike. Hidden behind tinted windows, in a sleek black car, Chanyeol watched the city with eyes that missed nothing. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his gaze cold and unfeeling as he surveyed the streets that belonged to him. His business dealings had made him wealthy beyond imagination, but his heart—if it existed—was encased in ice.
Tonight, a new shipment had arrived, one that required his personal touch. He ran the city’s underworld with precision, and any threat to his empire was swiftly and brutally eliminated. His phone buzzed.
"It's done, boss. The new line is moving fast," Sehun’s voice came through, calm but carrying the weight of the underground dealings.
"Good," Chanyeol replied, his tone as chilling as the night air. "Make sure no one screws it up."
Meanwhile, on the other side of Seoul, n/a was living in a completely different world. She was focused, her body moving with elegance and grace as she rehearsed in the empty ballet studio. Her dedication to her craft had always been her way of escaping the chaos around her. Tonight was no different. The strains of classical music echoed in the dimly lit room as she practiced, her mind far from the dangers of the city. She had no idea that her world was about to collide with Chanyeol’s.
Outside, Sunny waited, her foot tapping impatiently as she checked her phone for the time. "Hurry up, we’re going to be late for the party!" she called from the door, a grin spreading across her face. She had always been the spontaneous one, dragging n/a into the wildest situations, parties with shady figures and unknown guests.
"I'm coming," n/a replied, wiping the sweat from her brow, finishing her final pirouette. She was the complete opposite of her best friend—calm, poised, and always in control. But tonight, she would step outside her world of ballet into a life she knew nothing about.
The party, hosted in a luxurious penthouse, was filled with the elite of Seoul. The air was thick with tension and danger, but that didn’t scare Sunny. It was her playground. As they entered, Sunny greeted people with ease, but n/a kept to herself, feeling out of place in the glamorous crowd.
Chanyeol was already there, standing at the top of a private staircase overlooking the main floor. He didn’t attend events like these for fun—he came for business, connections, and control. His cold eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on a figure that didn’t belong.
Her.
The penthouse was a display of opulence—floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of Seoul’s glittering skyline, while chandeliers cast a soft glow over the room. The crowd moved like a slow tide, expensive perfumes mixing with the scent of alcohol. Conversations hummed, laughter echoed, but behind it all was an unspoken tension. These weren’t just the wealthy and the elite,these were people with influence, people who moved in the shadows.
Chanyeol leaned against the railing, one hand resting on the glass of whiskey he hadn’t yet touched, the other casually tucked into the pocket of his tailored suit. His broad shoulders and tall frame made him impossible to miss, and though he wasn’t looking for attention, it naturally followed him. Whispers followed in his wake some in awe, others in fear but he never paid them any mind. He had worked hard to maintain his reputation: ruthless, untouchable, and cold.
From his vantage point, he watched as guests mingled below, his sharp eyes noticing everything, the way alliances formed and broke with a simple conversation, the way secrets were traded like currency. He thrived in this world. But just as he was about to turn away, something, or rather someone, caught his eye.
A girl.
She stood out not because of her beauty,though that was undeniable but because she didn’t seem to fit the mold of the people who surrounded her. She wasn’t flaunting her wealth or power. Her simple but elegant black dress clung to her graceful frame, her posture poised in a way that only someone trained in the art of movement could possess. There was something about her… something calm, controlled, like the eye of a storm in the chaos of the room.
She stood beside another girl, a lively one who was clearly more comfortable in this environment, chatting and laughing with people they both seemed to barely know. But this quiet girl… she was different.
Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. He had seen countless women in these circles, some drawn to his wealth, others to his power. But this one… she didn’t seem like she belonged here. She looked more like someone who should be performing on stage, not mingling with the corrupt.
N/a could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on her, and it unsettled her. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. Her life had been a carefully crafted routine: ballet, studies, and nothing else. Tonight, Sunny had begged her to come out, promising it would be fun. But n/a wasn’t so sure anymore. She didn’t belong in a place like this, surrounded by people who spoke in low voices about things she didn’t understand.
“Hey, you okay?” Sunny’s voice cut through her thoughts, her tone light and teasing. “You look like you’re about to bolt.”
N/a forced a smile. “I’m fine. It’s just… I don’t think this is my kind of scene.”
Sunny rolled her eyes, a playful grin on her lips. “Come on, loosen up! You’ve been cooped up in the studio all week. You need this.”
Before n/a could respond, someone approached them. It was a tall man, his suit impeccably tailored, his smile just a bit too charming. “Ladies, care for a drink?”
Sunny’s eyes sparkled with interest, but n/a immediately shook her head. “No, thank you.”
The man’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than she liked, and it made her stomach twist. There was something about the way these people looked at her, like they saw something they could take advantage of. It made her uncomfortable. She shifted on her feet, wishing she had stayed home. But Sunny was already chatting with the man, completely at ease, leaving n/a feeling more isolated by the second.
From his position above, Chanyeol watched the exchange with an unreadable expression. He didn’t know her, but something about the way she reacted to the men around her intrigued him. She wasn’t easily swayed by charm or power. She was different.
“Who is that?” Chanyeol’s attention was drawn away by a voice at his side—Baekhyun, ever the curious one, with a mischievous grin on his face. His eyes followed Chanyeol’s line of sight to where n/a stood. “You’ve been staring for a while now.”
“No one,” Chanyeol replied coolly, though his eyes betrayed his interest.
Baekhyun chuckled. “Sure. No one.” He clapped Chanyeol on the back before moving off to join the party, leaving Chanyeol alone with his thoughts.
Chanyeol took a slow sip of his whiskey, letting the burn of the alcohol ground him. He wasn’t the type to get distracted by women. His focus was always on his business, on maintaining control. But there was something about this girl that he couldn’t quite shake.
Down below, n/a’s discomfort was growing. The party was becoming more suffocating by the minute. She turned to Sunny, who was still engaged in conversation with the charming man, and tugged on her arm. “Sunny, I think I’m going to head out.”
Sunny blinked at her, confused. “What? Why? We just got here!”
“I just… I don’t feel right here,” n/a said softly, her eyes scanning the room nervously.
Sunny’s expression softened, and she sighed. “Okay, okay. Let me just finish this drink, and we can leave.”
N/a nodded, feeling a small sense of relief. She moved to the edge of the room, away from the crowd, trying to find a quiet corner where she could breathe.
But even there, she wasn’t alone.
“Leaving so soon?”
The voice was deep, smooth, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She turned slowly and found herself face-to-face with the man who had been watching her all night. His presence was overwhelming—tall, imposing, with eyes so dark they seemed to pierce through her.
Chanyeol.
N/a swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t know who he was, but there was something about him that both terrified and intrigued her.
“I…” She struggled for words, feeling his intense gaze on her. “I don’t belong here.”
His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “No, you don’t.”
Chanyeol’s presence was overwhelming, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the space around him. N/a felt her breath catch in her throat as his cold eyes stayed locked on hers. He was impossibly close, and yet there was a distance between them that felt unbridgeable. She wasn’t sure if it was the sheer intensity of his gaze or the realization that he was someone far more dangerous than the other guests. There was a chill in the air that had nothing to do with the night outside.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chanyeol tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re not wrong.” His words were blunt, and yet there was something almost… amused in his tone, as if he were toying with the idea of her discomfort.
N/a shifted her weight, feeling the tension in her body growing with every second he stood in front of her. She should walk away—no, she should run. Something about him screamed danger, and not the kind she was prepared to handle. Yet, she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to break away from his gaze.
“What’s your name?” His question caught her off guard, the smoothness of his voice sending another shiver down her spine.
“N-n/a,” she stammered, mentally kicking herself for sounding so nervous.
His eyes flickered with mild interest. “N/a.” He repeated it slowly, as if testing how it felt on his tongue. “Pretty name.”
“Thank you,” she managed, though her voice still felt small compared to the towering figure in front of her.
Before either of them could say more, there was a sudden burst of laughter from across the room. Sunny, always the social butterfly, had attracted a group of people who were now hanging onto her every word. N/a glanced over, relieved for the distraction, but when she turned back, Chanyeol’s gaze hadn’t left her.
“You should leave,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “This isn’t a place for someone like you.”
The warning in his tone was unmistakable. He wasn’t being kind or protective, he was stating a fact, and it sent a wave of unease through her. But there was also something that stirred within her, a curiosity about why he cared at all.
N/a nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I was just waiting for my friend.”
Chanyeol’s eyes flickered briefly toward Sunny, who was now the center of attention, and he exhaled sharply through his nose, almost in exasperation. “You might be waiting a while.”
N/a glanced at Sunny, who was laughing and leaning into the conversation, clearly in no hurry to leave. She sighed. “I’ll be fine.”
Chanyeol’s expression hardened slightly, his patience with this conversation thinning. “No, you won’t.” He stepped even closer, his presence a dark cloud that seemed to wrap around her. “This isn’t your world, and you don’t know the rules here.”
There was a warning hidden beneath the surface of his words, and it made n/a’s stomach churn. She didn’t know what game he was playing, but the way he was looking at her made it clear that he wasn’t someone to defy.
“Remember what I said,” Chanyeol added before turning and walking away, leaving n/a standing alone, feeling like she had just stepped into something far bigger than she could comprehend.
As soon as his back was turned, the tension that had been coiling in her chest finally eased. She exhaled shakily, her fingers brushing over her purse where the card rested. A lifeline? She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but it was clear that this man held power—too much of it.
“N/a! There you are!” Sunny’s voice broke through her thoughts as she bounced over, a little tipsy but glowing with excitement. “Sorry, I got carried away. Are you ready to go?”
N/a forced a smile, trying to push the unease to the back of her mind. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here.”
As they left the penthouse, n/a couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted tonight. Chanyeol’s cold gaze, his cryptic words, the card he had given her, it all felt like a warning of things to come. She told herself she would never need to use it, that their lives would never cross paths again.
tw: mild cursing, one slightly suggestive part in the middle
You guys probably met at the grocery store or something
You were struggling to reach something on one of the top shelves, jumping up and down to no avail
Chanyeol had just rounded the corner of the aisle you were in and smiled, thinking to himself how cute you were
Being the kind soul he was, he reached up behind you and grabbed it for you, then handed it to you with a warm smile
It was safe to say you were in love 😗
Chanyeol already has a habit of lowering himself to someone’s height when he hugs them, no matter how short they are, and you’re no exception
Poor man is gonna have back problems in the future but it’s fine 😭
He’s so huge that you can fall sleep entirely on top of him without even hurting him
Many a times have you come home to see him fast asleep on the sofa, and decided to just curl up on top of him like a cat and go to sleep 💞
He wakes up for just a split second, then lightly chuckles as he sees you all snuggled up on him. He’ll run a hand through your hair gently until he dozes back off 🥰
You steal his blankets and towels all the time because he has to buy the extra long kind 💀
One cold winter day he came home to see you snuggled up in his enormous blanket
“Y/N can I please have my blanket?” he shivered, tugging at the ends of it.
“No, take the other one!” you whined, burrowing further.
He reluctantly grabbed your smaller blanket and draped it over his shoulders… it barely reached his lap 😑
You broke out into laughter at how pathetic he looked
(He got you back though… once he got out of the shower and “had” to use one of your smaller towels that exposed much more of his skin and walked all around the house in front of it just to tease you 👀)
He may be big, but he’s still a baby 🥹
He’s like a great dane who thinks it’s a chihuahua
He’ll push his way into your lap and curl up there all the time, begging you for cuddles ❤️
Starts leaving things on the top shelf just so you’ll ask him for help 😀
It’s becoming a problem, you can’t reach ANYTHING by yourself
You started retaliating by insisting you could get everything yourself, only to have Chanyeol smirking smugly behind you as you struggle until you give up and have to ask him 😑
He gives the BEST piggy back rides 🥰
Also has a habit of just picking you up and running places with you
Or just picking you up in general
“Y/N is just so small and cute, isn’t she?” he beamed to Baekhyun as he held you up in the air
“CHANYEOL IF YOU DONT PUT ME DOWN I WILL DESTROY YOUR BLOODLINE”
*sways back and forth* “awwwhhh i just love holding my sweet little girlfriend” 😙
You’re just as bad though, sometimes you’ll randomly jump on him or crawl up his back like a gremlin when you want attention
“Y/N, do you always have to attack me like this?”
“I can’t help it, you’re like a big, cute tree!”
Baekhyun just rolls his eyes every time. “Can we get through a single conversation without one of you doing something weird?”
He LOVES it when you wear his shirts/ hoodies 💞 You look so tiny in them and he thinks it’s adorable
He wanted you guys to be all cute and go out in each others shirts one day, but you ended up looking like you weren’t wearing any pants and your shirt looked like a crop top on him 😬
(You still do it at home, just not in public)
Arguments between you two are often really hilarious
You stand on a chair when you want to yell at him so he’ll take you more seriously, but it just ends up making him laugh the whole time at how ridiculous you look
So you make him sit in the chair while you look down and lecture him 💀
Something you guys started doing is play wrestling
He’ll elbow you in the face, you’ll elbow him in the crotch, he’ll throw you over his shoulder, you’ll wriggle your way out and pin him down…
One time you got a little too into it and put him in a headlock and threw him down hard on the floor
“Who’s the short one now bitch”
Y’all didn’t wrestle very much after that 💞
Most would expect him to be a big spoon, but he LOVES being little spoon :)
Don’t get me wrong, he loves holding you in his arms and making you feel so safe and secure
But he also wants to be held 🥺
LET HIM BE THE LITTLE SPOON IM BEGGING YOU
Sometimes he just puts his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on top of your head 🥰
He’s naturally very protective of you, always looking out for you and making sure no harm comes your way
You love your 6’1 teddy bear, and he loves his little monster 💞
holdddddsupppp you got a drabble game open HOW DID I MISS THIS. if you’re still accepting may i kindly request 33 & 36 with chanyeol please and thank you!
Fantasy 🎀
Genre: smut | nonidol!au
Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader
Length: 1.8k
Warnings: language | phone sex | explicit sexual scenes
a/n: this is lowkey nassssty 👅 but why do i find it wholesome??? lol. anywhooo writing stuff like this is not good for my thirst yall see what i do for you???? lmao
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
“Who shall I be for you tonight, Mr. Park?” You ask into the phone. You lean back into the pile of pink pillows on your king-sized bed.
“I want to switch it up tonight, if you don’t mind.” The sexily deep voice on the other end of the line had your stomach doing backflips. It’s easy to do your job whenever you have to deal with this client, especially with a voice like that.
“I never mind when it comes to you, Mr. Park.”
The sound of his sensual laugh makes you bite your lip. “You’ll need to bear with me. It’s not my normal request.”
“I’m all ears.”
Mr. Park is your most loyal customer. He calls every Thursday night. You don’t know much about him. You don’t know what he looks like or what he does for work, but you know he’s a busy man–too busy for a physical lover. That’s where you come in. You fill that empty role for him, allowing him to seek the intimacy he lacks in his real life. Unlike most of your customers, who only call for a quick nut, Mr. Park is into roleplay. You never know what scenario he’ll create for you to bring to life and you find it exciting. You find the mysterious man very exciting. It helps that he pays handsomely for your service.
He’s somber when he speaks again. “I’m currently away on a business trip, and as I take in this stunning view out the window of my hotel I can’t help but feel….” he pauses as he searches for the right words. “Lonely.”
You remain quiet. He’s setting the scene, but you can’t help but think he’s being vulnerable with you.
“I’d like for you to help with that. Can you make me forget my loneliness? Just for tonight? Could we pretend that we’re in love?”
You gasp at his request. You’re sure it goes against sex work code to blur the lines like this, but on the other hand, it’s your job to cater to his whims. If his sexual desire is to be romantic, to be loved, then that’s what you’ll provide. Honestly, you could use a bit of intimacy as well.
Curling onto your side, you cup your phone against your ear. “How’s the view?”
You must have startled him, because it takes him a second to answer. You hear the shuffling of sheets as he also adjusts in his bed and hear a smile through the line. “It’s gorgeous. The sun is setting now, and the ocean is sparkling…. You’d love it.”
“Send me a picture.”
You imagine him shaking his head. “I did take a few. Doesn’t do it justice though.” He sighs wistfully. “I wish you were here to see it for yourself.”
You smile softly. “I wish I was there too.” It’s your turn to sigh. “I just wish I was with you.”
He lets out a husky chuckle. “Does my baby miss me that much?”
Your heart lurches at the pet name. It takes you aback and you can hear him laugh at your shocked silence.
“More than you know,” you choke out. “When will you be back?”
“Soon, Baby.”
“You’re supposed to say that you’re getting on a plane right now because you can’t bear another second without me.”
He barks a laugh, it’s loud and genuine, causing you to giggle from its sincerity. “I’ll get right on that then.”
“And what are you going to do when you return?” You ask, pushing the conversation in the direction you get paid for it to go.
“First thing I’m going to do is take you out on a very expensive date.”
“Ooh,” you purr. “Ilike where this is going.”
“I thought you would. After that, we’ll go back home and take a hot shower. Clean the day off.”
“Okay,” you encourage.
He hesitates for dramatic effect. “And then I'm going to make love to you.”
“You will, huh?”
“Uh-huh. Gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget I ever left to begin with.”
“That’s quite the plan you got there,” you say. It’s meant to be teasing, but you’re too breathless. It’s a dead giveaway to your growing desire.
“Aw,” he coos. “Got you a little worked up?”
“A little,” you admit.
“Let me help with that.” His voice drops a few octaves, vibrating against your ear. You can’t help but moan at the sound, having grown a bit obsessed with his voice. It’s the only physical bit of information you have of his real identity, and it drives you crazy.
“Please,” you beg.
He then proceeds to direct you to touch yourself. He always makes you build your pleasure, makes you tease yourself until you’re begging him to let you finger your throbbing, soaking core. He teases himself as well. It’s not until he hears your wonton moaning and the squelching of your wetness that he even bothers releasing himself from the painful confines of his pants. The sound of him unbuckling his pants is another thing about him that drives you crazy, and he’s fully aware of it.
You aren’t sure how much time passes as you both chase your highs. The only things that can be heard are heavy breathing, moans, and encouraging words.
“Let me see you,” he suddenly asks. “Please. I have to see your face when you cum.”
That has you freezing. Your anonymity is a part of the fantasy. You can be anything Mr. Park wants when he has no image to compare you to. It works both ways. It’s a form of confidentiality, of protection for you. That being said, you’ve always been curious about what Mr. Park looks like.
Blame it on the lustful haze, but you succumb to his request. “O–okay.”
Your phone instantly vibrates, the screen revealing a facetime request. Your heart is hammering so hard in your chest you can feel it in your ears. With a shaky hand, you answer the call and close your eyes, terrified of his initial reaction of finally seeing you.
It’s silent for an unbearably long time. Just as you’re about to hang up, he lets out a whistle. “You’re more beautiful than anything I could’ve conjured.”
Shocked, your eyes spring open. And then your jaw drops at what greets you.
Mr. Park is dangerously handsome. Not to stereotype, but you always feel only unattractive incels pay for phone sex. But with a voice like that, you knew Mr. Park couldn’t possibly be ugly. You’ve wondered numerous times what was wrong with him to have him resort to phone sex, but then remember it’s his job.
The first thing to captivate you is his large dark eyes that currently are hooded over with desire. His olive skin is tinted pink and gleaming with sweat. His dark silky hair is pushed back, revealing the lovely shape of his face as well as endearingly large ears. He has a strong nose that your lust-filled mind wants to immediately ride, as well as full devastating lips you crave to taste and feel all over your body.
“So are you,” you let out without thought, too engrossed in his image.
He chuckles, and the sound has your empty core aching. “Well, thank you. I’m glad you find me attractive.”
“I always knew you would be.”
He hums and leans back against the headboard, staring.
“What?” You whisper, feeling self-conscious.
“Nothing.” He grins and it’s so boyish and playful, you fight back a shiver. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“I–er, sorry.” You slide down your bed so that you’re lying flat on the mattress, instead of propped up on the pillows, and hold your phone high over yourself. This allows him to see your body cladded in sexy lingerie. You pan the phone lower, to where your other hand has disappeared into your panties. Mr. Park doesn’t even blink as he watches the show, taking everything in as he starts to slowly pump himself.
“Can’t believe you were hiding all this from me,” he grunts. “Don’t get me wrong, your voice definitely does the job, but fuck, Baby. You’re perfection.”
His words have you blushing. “I wish you were here to touch me.” You lift the phone up so that your face is back in the frame. “To taste me. I want to show you just how perfect I can be.”
He groans and it sounds so devastated you can’t help but giggle.
The two of you start back where you left off. It’s intensely intimate with the way you both lose yourselves in each other’s eyes. You’ve never done this before and can’t deny the little thrill you feel at being able to see the man on the other side. Trust Mr. Park to keep things adventurous.
You come first. With a sharp gasp, you start convulsing, nearly dropping the phone with how powerful your orgasm is.
“That’s right,” Mr. Park praises. “Come on those fingers for me. So damn beautiful.”
He’s right behind you. A growl is ripped from his throat as he’s hit with his own release. His hips buck as he paints his exposed abdomen.
You’re both panting heavily in the aftermath. With some effort, you rearrange your pillows so that you can lean your phone against them instead of holding it. Laying on your side, you watch as Mr. Park dips his finger into his mess, lifting it up to watch it stretch out.
“Lemme taste,” you say, opening your mouth like you’re accepting food.
He laughs that sincere loud laugh from earlier and shakes his head, dropping his hand lifelessly at his side. “Freak.”
“That’s what you pay me for,” you say with a wink.
He shakes his head again. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”
“Get off to my face?”
“Yeah,” he nearly moans. “There’s a reason why I keep coming back, you know?”
You purse your lips. “I thought it was my way with words?”
“That too. But, I just… I’ve always felt drawn to you.”
You smile and he tilts his head, the action feels affectionate.
“Thank you,” he says sincerely. “I really needed that today.”
“It’s my pleasure,” you say as seductively as you can post-nut. Growing just as serious you admit, “I needed it too.”
His expression softens with understanding .
“Our time is up,” you tell him, trying to brush off this new affection growing between you both. “Good night, Mr. Park.”
“It’s Chanyeol,” he says right as you’re about to end the call.
“I’m sorry?”
“My name.” he clears his throat nervously. “It’s Chanyeol.”
You blink at the revelation. The name suits him, you decide. It’s better than anything you could’ve guessed it to be. Feeling you have to return the favor, and leave him with a thankful parting gift, you reveal your real name as well.
His smile is blinding as he repeats it. “Gorgeous. Just like you.”
“Always laying it on thick, Chanyeol.”
He smirks. “I just wanted to hear you say my name.” You narrow your eyes at him and he’s laughing again. “See you next week.”
You hang up, stomach fluttering from what you just did. You know it’s wrong, but you’re way too eager for your next appointment with Chanyeol.
