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based off of this post; âchanyeol is the type to set an awful cheesy girl group song as his ringtone un-ironically, and then get embarrassed when other people hear it and tease him for it.â
word count: 956
genre: humor (??)
warnings: some swearing
ps: it says âawfulâ but i didnât feel like it so i did an iconic one from way back when hahahahaha
I have so many unfinished drafts in google docs tbh..and Idk if iâm going to continue them all. So Iâm gonna post some stuff that I think I might post someday?? Idk man Iâm so undecisive...
how to kill a man
genre: au, fluff, angst
summary: how do you kill a man, you ask? give him the one person he could love more than anyone or anything, and tell him he canât love them.
Iâve never hated anything before. But now I know Iâll never hate anything else as much as I hate what life has made us to be. Ever since that day we were on the beachâthe sand in your hair, waves washing between your feet, and my fingers filling the space between your fingers my hands are meant to hold yours, Iâve never been more sure of anything else and the sunset as our witness.
I was 22 and in love.
You were 19 when you told me you were too.
But now youâre 21 without me by your side.
Iâm 24 and slowly dying inside.
â Not a day goes by where I stopped thinking of you. I am incomplete and lost and scared, and gosh I really need you but I canât stay with you Kim Taehyung
the crack of a door
genre: neighbor!au, fluff, slight angst
summary: [Name] canât stand summer, or its heat. when she opens her door in hopes to make her apartment cooler, she didnât think the neighbor adjacent to her will do too. and so, their opened doors became the stepping stone as they got to know each other. heâs loud and funny, with a really cute dog and great taste in music. thatâs all that he is, she says. that is, until his door closes on her.
Now, it all began on the first week of this yearâs summer. The sweltering heat created a rather stuffy atmosphere that neither apartment neighbor can bear. She was the first to think of opening the door and inviting the fresh air in her apartment.
Chanyeol just happened to pass by one day while her door was open, stinky and sticky after a day outside with his friends. He too desired fresh air, and as one door open, so did the other just across from it. Pretty soon, they could hear each otherâs music and little hums playing from across them, then the small exchange of quips and comments started, quickly followed by shy flirting and jokes. And now, entering the first month of summer, they have established themselves as more than just neighbors.
âSure thing, Chanyeol.â She smiles, playing along with his little game.
Though thereâs a distance between them as they filter through each otherâs lives in their respective apartments, Chanyeol can still spot the smile sheâs trying to hide. His one eyebrow is drawn up, confused, but in a pleasant way, at the way she smiles.
âWell, someoneâs in an awfully good mood. And as I recall it, itâs summer, so something must be up for you to be smiling like that atââ he glances at the clock hanging on his wall, â10 AM? Wow.â He chuckles when she turns to him with a less than pleased frown.
Though heâs right, [Name] doesnât need to further inflate his ego or make her growing crush on him more apparent. So she can only flip him off with a stick of his tongue.
the bones beneath your skin
genre: bodyguard!au, fluff, angst
summary: do kyungsoo is cursed with never being able to feel someone elseâs skin under his touch without decreasing their life span. itâs not a surprise that heâs distant, cold, and has an odd taste for thick and black clothing which he always wear (even in summer). when he got a job as an actressâ bodyguard, he realizes his mistake too late when she began harboring an obvious crush on him, and his lonely heart inevitably reciprocates her.
âHey, Kyungsoo.â As he raises an eyebrow in response, [Name] thinks.
He is comparable to the many other actors sheâs had the pleasure of working with: plump heart shaped lips, a set of stone cold gaze under undeniably gorgeous eyes, distinctive facial features that while not perfect, still is to die for, and a voice that entails all the good dreams sheâs ever had.
Sheâs being dramatic, yes, but itâs not as if none of it are true.
âYouâre staring.â
His eyes are still on the magazine pages. But the way his adamâs apple bob and his fingers fidget as he pinches the corner of the page makes her wonder if heâs really been reading or just looking for a reason not to look at her.
âSo? Iâm not invading your space, though.â She reasons with a smile thatâs so amused at how awkward he seems, reading in the corner of the room, pinned by her stare.
Kyungsooâs shoulders are drawn back and stiff, his fingers crumple the pages he was pinching before finally he lands his half-hearted glare on her.
Still have so much to do for school..so Idk if any of these will be posted soon..haha...
Iâm going to tag @jeonseok @zephyoongist @taesthetes (cat we havenât talked in forever omg, idek if i deserve to tag you..) @jngukie
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chanyeol x reader. floofy floof. 9k words. basically, dorky and bad luck!chanyeol whoâs too awkward to get a girl.
As if his bad luck isnât enough to mess up his life, no, Park Chanyeol just had to fall for a girl he has no idea how to talk to.
A painful whack to his nose and a little bit of blood smeared on his face doesnât seem to be enough of a force of bad luck to crack past the idioticâyet ever inspiritingââhappy virusâ that is one, Park Chanyeol. For he is, in fact, trapped in his own little bubble of happiness, paying no mind to the blood on his hands, or the kink at his neck from leaning forward for too long to stop the humiliatingly obtained nosebleed. Itâs rather unsettling and question inducing to those who pass by him, that startlingly happy expression of his, despite how he shouldnât look that bright considering what happened to him.
His smile for this particular day has nothing to do with the nickname the campusâ residents has nicknamed him with, and more so that it has something to do with his streak of bad luck finally bringing him something good for once. Good being: yes, a cute girl who heâs for once quite positive he has a chance with is whisked into his life, a turning point that could mean he has the upper hand to his dorm mate Byun Baekhyun.
But more importantly: oh my gosh I just got smacked in the face and got a nosebleed from a really cute girl.
To say the least, itâs quite an interesting first meeting.
He was on his way to the coffee shop, as he recalled, it was a particularly nice morning that calls for blue skies and perfectly white puffs of cloud, with the last remnants of dew visible on lush greens of grass and trees. He was walking with his head down, eyes scanning the ground for any cracks or holes he could fall intoâlike last time. And the coffee shop he passed by on his way to the other side of the campus had just freshly brewed their coffee beans, he knew, for when the door swung open he was struck with a divinely rich smell and the warm breaths of steam that came from their whirring machines.
Thereâs a barista holding open the door for customers, but he couldnât care or focus on that, as his attention was solely centered to the roasted coffee behind the counter. For the previous nightâs streak of drafted project had really tipped Chanyeolâs sanity and mind enough to not focus on anything other than caffeine, and despite how his eyes were technically open, his mind was as heavy as lead and body as numb as a corpse. He just had to grab a coffee before heading for his class.
With a bounce in his step and a crack of something awakening on his face, Chanyeol swerved towards the small cafe. But Chanyeol shouldâve known nothing ever came easy for him with his bad luck, not even when itâs just a matter of getting coffee.
Only the tip of his worn sneaker was able to make it past the stone pavement and inside the wooden floors of the cafe when he stepped in, before suddenly, a wave of air came straight at his face, with it, the strong force of a glass door which he could not process or react to in time untilâwham!
Heâs pretty sure he heard a small crack in the air somewhere, but he couldnât be sure over the sound of him falling on his butt. With a less than graceful fuck, his hand immediately sprung up to clutch at his face, a dreadful sting ringing his muscle and bones.
Shit, am I bleeding?
It took him some time to adjust to the pain before he could open his eyes, slowly, with difficulty through unwilling tears and twitching muscles.
Yup, thatâs blood.
Life hated him, it seemed.
âAgh..â he scrunched his face into an expression of pain, however, it only further hurt his nose, to which he slip another curse out.
âOh dear lord, sir, are you alright?!â
Chanyeol had to squint when he looked up at the person hovering before him, small mumbling noises surround him, soft and lightâa womanâsâ rushed, and much like the roller coaster at the local fair he went to last month: it went up and down like the screams of him and Baekhyunâpanicked. Even then, he couldnât properly make out her features due to the sunâs light behind her.
âI am so sorry! I didnât mean to slam the door in your face, I swear. Itâs just that, um, you seeâagh this is awfulâthereâs a squirrel!â
Wait..what?
âOh gosh,â the light left his face when she crouched down to be on his level, and Chanyeol, who was just about done with the predicament, found himself unable to vocalize his complaints when he actually got a good look at the girl who slammed the door on his face, âplease forgive me, sir. I was opening the door for you, but a squirrel tried to get in at the same time so I had to close the door to make sure it didnât come in. And...unfortunately, that meant that I also closed the door on you...hard.â
Her tone faltered the further she spoke, and with it, her panicked features fell to a mix of embarrassment and mortification. And yet, that wasnât what Chanyeol was focused on.
âSir? Oh my gosh, youâre still bleeding. Please say something so I know that youâre okay?â Her hand, it was touching him. Itâs pressing on his shoulders desperately to gain a reaction, but how could she receive any reaction when her face was far too close to his, too close for him to actually think properly?
But truly, in the end, the reaction she wanted was not what she expected. And he could only have this girl: with eyes that glints and shines and takes his breath away like the prettiest of sea glass in that soft yet warm yellow radiance, soft lips glossed with red rather unevenly yet ever enticing, cheeks pink and adorable and slightly puffed from her pout, and so many more intriguing and wonderful details he noticed in that span of seconds, he could just go onâyes, because Chanyeol has a tendency to be a little dramatic and extra, but heâs pretty sure he knows beauty when he sees oneâ he could only give this girl an unattractive and rather amusing grimace, because Park Chanyeol forgot all about his anger and annoyance and how heâs supposed to function because of how attractive she was.
âYou just slammed the door on my face, what else is there for me to say?â He added a sprinkle of laughter by the end of his sentence to mask the stutter and nervousness in his attempt to seem nonchalant and not at all in pain.
âI swear, I didnât mean to! I would never deliberately try toââ He felt guilty for not taking her panic seriously, too enticed by the way her lips move and twitch to pay attention.
âI mean..um..I know you donât mean it. Why would you anyways, right?â She was staring at him, going quiet out of nowhere.
And the nervousness he felt over such an intense stare made him temporarily forgot about his still ongoing nosebleed.
âSirââ
âChanyeol.â She blinked, startled.
âAlright, Chanyeol. Letâs get inside and Iâll take care of your nosebleed, okay? And free coffee too, Iâm buying. Itâs the least I could do after messing up your face.â Chanyeol wasnât going to object.
The girl lead Chanyeol inside the cafe and sat him down at the table nearest to the counter where she disappeared off to. He vaguely remembered how she avoided her co-workersâ questioning gazes when she approached the counter. She returned quickly by his side with tissues before Chanyeol had the chance to text Baekhyun to tell him about what just conspired.
âDoes anywhere else hurt? Your head? Eyes?â Chanyeol was silent for a moment to process his pain, but it seemed that most of his dizziness and the stinging feeling had slowly dissipated. He shook his head, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
âAlright, I guess the nosebleed is the only thing we need to take care of. Um, I need you to lean your head forward just a bit.â Chanyeol quirked an eyebrow up, questioning her.
âDonât you have to lean your head back to stop the bleeding?â She didnât answer him immediately, and instead began dabbing the tissues slowly all over his face, where the blood had taint his complexion.
Chanyeol leaned back by reflex when the warmth of her fingers met the apple of his cheeks, and sheâthis stranger heâs yet had the guts to ask the name ofâgiggled at his sudden reaction.
âHey, you donât trust me? Iâm majoring in nursing, so donât worry, I know what Iâm doing. If you lean your head back instead of forward when you have a nosebleed, donât you think that the blood will clog your nose even further?â
Chanyeol had been the one to blink, confused, this time. And he didnât recoil away because he didnât trust her, he recoiled because she had touched him, and heâs too embarrassed to admit that it actually made him feel shy. But, he played along and appeared enlightened by her words.
âAh, yeah, that makes a lot of sense.â Chanyeol leaned his head forward to comply to her words, and the stranger slowly stuffed Chanyeolâs nostrils with wadded tissues.
He took notice of the careful attention she put into taking care of him, going back and forth for more tissues and softly apologizing every time he flinched (which really wasnât her fault) until the third time she came back, she finally spoke.
âSo, what would you like for your coffee? I did promise you a free one.â Chanyeol felt almost upset when she was done with patching him up.
âOh, youâre serious about that? No, seriously, you donât have toââ
âAre you kidding me? If I donât do something to make up for this I wouldnât be able to live with myself! Seriously, itâs cool, itâs my fault anyways.â At that moment, Chanyeol understood the feeling of those high school girls in cliche rom-com movies who sigh dreamily whenever their crush so much as pass by them. Because itâs what he wanted to do right then when he saw the smile on her face.
An idea propelled itself to him the second her smile disappeared, and heâs left wanting to see it again. It was an idea to actually land himself a date. Something he hadnât even thought of for years now. Chanyeol had been so busy with college and producing his music he forgot the last time he actually interacted with females outside of campus related things. Damn, no wonder Baekhyun teased him relentlessly.
And he knew exactly how he could get her smitten over himâhopefully. What was supposed to come out of his mouth was: Thanks for the offer, but Iâd rather have my coffee to go, that is, on a date with a cute girl. And boom, heâd find himself an amazing date.
He couldnât help but feel proud of himself, for the cheesy yet witty words he just thought of deserved a pat on the back. It wouldâve been the case if Chanyeol hadnât stop to look her in the eyes. If someone would have told him that a personâs eyes were the most dangerous thing about them, right at that moment, Chanyeol would agree in a heartbeat. Because her eyes were just like a black hole, sucking all the thoughts and courage and breath all out from Chanyeol.
Wow..
In the end, his frayed nerves, uncoordinated thoughts, and fear of being denied had jumbled the words he wanted to say to a:
âUm, a caramel frappucino, please. With whip cream.â His lips were pulled into a smile, but it was tight and forced.
She hadnât noticed it seemed, and she made her way behind the counter to began making his order. Chanyeol slumped back in his seat like a deflated balloon right as she left. He was disappointed, but most of all, annoyed at his stupid self.
âHang in there alright, Chanyeol?â He was startled by the call of his name, but through his clogged nostrils and awkward smile, Chanyeol managed a thumbs up for her who was busy putting items in the blender.
âMake sure to lean your head forward so youâll get all the blood out.â He ducked his head low, as far as hitting his head on the table, as she requested, however, it wasnât really due to compliance, but more so due to the confusing yet exhilarating situation Chanyeol was in and his incapability to believe that any of this was real.
For his bad luck had never given him as much as an opportunity to be taken care of and be treated by a girl before, especially one who he found himself attracted to. Chanyeol almost found this too suspicious, but he decided he should enjoy this as much as it would last.
He raised his head when he saw the white colored tissue starting to turn red from his blood, and he changed with new tissues to stuff into his nostrils. Unlike what his family had been telling him to do if he ever had a nosebleed, this pretty strangerâs technique seemed to work better. A nursing major, was it? How interesting.
Chanyeol was halfway from opening his mouth to thank her, however, he realized one thing.
Shit, I didnât get her name.
The blender she was watching was making a very loud noise, loud enough that she wouldnât hear him if he even had the guts to ask for her name. He hated to admit it...but Chanyeol had been out of his game for awhile. How embarrassing was it for a guy to be too shy to ask for a girlâs name?
And thatâs when it hit him.
Maybe he didnât have to ask for her name. After all, baristas usually wore name tags on their chest right?
Thatâs when Chanyeol thought up of a plan to try and peek at the name on her name tag. Unfortunately, Chanyeol failed to notice the flaw in his plan. For while what he was trying to do was relatively innocentâhe just wanted to know her nameâto others that would see him? Well, itâd look very different.
Squinted eyes and furrowed brows were directed at her chest once she turned around, and boy did it look misleading. Chanyeol was too focused on looking for her name tag that he didnât even realize when she was directly standing in front of his table with his drink. Then she frowned.
âAre you staring at my chest?â
Chanyeol was so startled by the anger in her tone that his focus broke. And when he saw the annoyance in her face as he attempted to soothe her, he knew that he didnât think of his methods well enough.
âN-No! I swearâI would never disrespect a woman like that! I was looking for your name tag because I wanted to know your name. And Iââ his order was placed on his table, but not with any hint of anger like he expected, instead, it was rather gentle.
And just when he thought heâd receive a slap along with his nosebleed, Chanyeol instead heard her laugh. His eyes were wide as they stare up at her, confused, but nevertheless relieved.
âOh my gosh, calm down. I believe you, Chanyeol. You donât seem like a pervert anyways,â she sat down on the seat across him, and Chanyeol didnât know what else to do besides to sip on his drink and avoid her eyes âI actually havenât put my name tag on because we just opened up. But if you really just wanted to know my name, you couldâve asked.â
Chanyeol shrugged his stiff shoulders at that statement, because she wasnât aware of how awkward he had become around girls after years of not focusing on flirting or interacting much with them.
âWell, um, then, what is your name?â He mustered up his courage, but he figured it was a little too late, and that was why she had laughed at him again, however, it wasnât something cruel or mocking, she was simply entertained by him.
At least that fact cheered him up a bit.
âItâs [Name].â
Chanyeol finally got what he wanted. Despite having to be subjected to embarrassing things prior, he was satisfied.
âAnd I really am sorry for giving you a nosebleed.â Chanyeol waved his hand to assure her, while his other hand played with the whip cream on his drink with the end of his straw.
âItâs alright. Iâve always had a rather bad luck.â [Name] couldnât help but scrunch her face out of confusion.
âWhyâd you say that?â
Chanyeol shrugged again, this time, shoulders drawn forward and relaxed. He didnât answer immediately, he had opened the lid to his cup to eat the whip cream with his straw first before he even thought of a reply, and though he didnât notice, [Name] smiled at how childish he seemed when he licked the tip of the whipped cream coated straw.
âItâs nothing important, really. Iâve just always had a particularly bad luck. Anything that can go wrong will probably go wrong around me. So, yeah.â He didnât sound at all upset or resigned at his unfortunate fate, but to [Name], it seemed rather sad how he just accepted his so called âbad luckâ so willingly.
âDonât say that. Youâre just probably having a bad dayââ Chanyeol shook his head ââa bad past couple of monthsââ another shook of his head âa bad year?â
Chanyeol laughed, loud and unhinged and deep, but nonetheless, he appreciated her attempt to cheer him up.
âDonât worry, I donât mind. I decided not to let bad luck affect my life. I much prefer to look to the brighter side of things instead of the bad ones and face everyday with a smile. Besides, my bad luck has to run out sooner or later, right?â
Chanyeol realized that he had finished his drink by the time he finished talking. And with a quick glance to his phone, he realized heâd been in this cafe for more than half an hour. Which would mean that he probably only had 5 more minutes to get to class, and with that thought, Chanyeol got rid of the tissues stuffed up his nose and hurriedly stood up, nearly toppling over the small table in front of him.
âShit, um, Iâm gonna be late for class if I donât leave now. It was really nice to meet you and Iâd love to talk to you some more, but I really have toââ she stood up along with him, a gentle and understanding smile displayed to assure him that she didnât mind for his sudden need to leave.
âItâs alright Chanyeol. I guess I kind of see what you meant by bad luck, though.â
Chanyeol managed to slip a small chuckle as a response. But as he left the table to grab for the door, Chanyeol was stopped by a warm hand around his wrist. And Chanyeol, startled and completely unprepared, let out a loud yelp that also startled [Name] into letting go, wide eyed and confused.
Chanyeol cleared his throat and looked away, a horrible attempt to mask his embarrassment.
âUm, anyways...before you go, I just wanted to say that,â she grabbed for Chanyeolâs empty cup and opened his palmsâan action that rendered Chanyeol blushing and stuttering nonsenseâto put the cup on his hand, âmaybe your luck isnât so bad after all.â
Chanyeol didnât know what she meant when she said it. All he could think of was getting to class in time. And so he left her with a wave, and a smile thatâs hopefully enough to make her see past his bad luck and awkwardness he had displayed to find him at least rather cute. He ran to the designated campus building as fast as he could, and fortunately, his bad luck wasnât cruel enough to make him late.
That was 3 minutes ago. And Chanyeol can already feel himself turning upset, because: why the heck didnât I get her number?
âAgh..Park Chanyeol, why are you such a loser?â
As he arrive on campus, Chanyeol is huffing and puffing, face glistening with less than hygienic sweat, and his chest muscles ache from the short run he had to do. With a minute to spare, he made it, and that is good luck enough for him.
âHey, whereâve you been, Yeol?â
Baekhyun comes like an unwanted and annoyingly clingy ghost from behind him, and Chanyeol is too lethargic and full of thoughts to fight the shorter man from slinging his hand around the taller oneâs shoulder, bringing Chanyeol down in the process. Itâs only 8 AM, and Chanyeol is about done with the dayâanother new record broken by Chanyeolâs bad luck.
âOh, uh. I was smacked on the face with a door and got a nosebleed. Nothing new.â Chanyeol tries to make his point by tapping at his nose which is fortunately no longer bleeding.
âYikes, sorry to hear that. But hey, at least your good looks arenât smacked off, right? Otherwise I might just leave you in search for a best friend just as attractive as I am. And you know how picky I can getââ
âOh, shut up.â Chanyeol pushes Baekhyun away with a smile, and both starts walking towards their designated first classâwith one of them sporting a smile thatâs too bright to be used in this time of day.
And Baekhyun, he notices this, though doesnât find it odd, because Chanyeol is always finding excuses to smile. He does however, notice something else, and he stops both himself and Chanyeol in order to grab for the empty coffee cup in Chanyeolâs hand.
âHey, why arenât you throwing this away? Oh, hold on a minute, whatâs thisââ the tone Baekhyun uses draws Chanyeolâs attention to the coffee cup, because Baekhyun doesnât sound nearly as intrigued as this whenever he lies or pranks Chanyeol.
Baekhyun turns the plastic cup over to the other side, and both their eyes are wide and surprised to see someoneâs number scribbled in black marker.
And, like with the cafe door, it hit Chanyeol again.
âThis is what she meant with my luck..â
âDude, do you expect me to believe a girl willingly wrote down her number for you on your cup? Lifeâs too short to bullshit, especially some bullshit as low asââ
âBaek! She gave me her number!â
Chanyeol has a tendency to injure himself. What with his long limbs, incessantly attaching bad luck, increasing stress due to the campusâ workload, and his best friend who wonât stop getting him into doing stupid and reckless stunts, Chanyeol shouldnât be surprised that a round of playful basketball with the accounting majors lead to a sprained and swollen ankle.
And because neither he or Baekhyun are in anyway reliableâespecially when it comes to something potentially seriousâBaekhyun had to resort to other means to help his accident prone best friend. And that happens to be: secretly calling the number Chanyeol received on his cup a week ago from the âgirlâ who he claims to be a nursing major. In all honesty, Baekhyun feels rather uncertain if this girl really exists, despite the amount of Chanyeol whining âsheâs real!â.
So it comes as a surprise to Baekhyun when someone actually answers the phoneâand that someone, more importantly, is female, or well, has the voice of oneâand he has to take the phone off of his ear for a moment because: holy hell Chanyeol actually got a girlâs number.
âUhm, hi? Are you perhaps the girl that gave away their number accidentally to a tall, big eared guy around a week ago at a coffee shop? Because if this is she, Iâm his best friendâwho I might add is a lot hotter than himâand he needs your help right now.â Baekhyun is nothing short of straight to the point, and [Name] is rendered speechless for almost 30 seconds before she finally comprehend his words enough to agree to help.
When Chanyeol hears the door to his dorm opening and closing after Baekhyun has left his bedside, he expects Baekhyun to bring him a random medic student. But what he is not expectingâespecially at this horrendous looking state of his with mussed up sweaty hair, tight lipped expression and boxers printed in embarrassing cartoon charactersâis the girl who he doesnât have the guts to call since receiving her number a week ago.
And out of all the person who could have called her here to help, it had to be Baekhyun, the one person who has access to embarrassing Chanyeol for the rest of his life. How wonderful.
Still, Chanyeol canât lie and say that heâs not at all happy to see her again, especially with how much sheâs been on his mind lately. He just wish they couldâve met on better circumstances, and with less disturbancesâand by that, he means the smiling Baekhyun currently standing behind her and mouthing the words âWow! Sheâs actually real!â
âWow.â He doesnât know if itâs a good thing, or a bad thing, the way she says it.
Chanyeol hopes his smile is charming, despite his red and swollen ankle and the way his fingers fist at the bed sheets, Chanyeol still wants to make a good impression.
âUm, hi.â
She doesnât wave back, and heâs immediately worried. [Name] dives straight to Chanyeolâs sprained ankle, pulling out a number of things from the box she brings to begin examining his ankle. The unresponded greeting fails to do well on Chanyeolâs accelerating heartbeat.
âSo,â Chanyeolâs head shoots up at Baekhyunâs voice, and he desperately, very desperately, orders Baekhyun to shut it, conveying it in the best way he can: with dramatic facial expressions and wild hand gestures, but silently, as to not cause suspicion from [Name], âwhyâd you hand Chanyeol your number?â
But of course, Baekhyun being Baekhyun, he doesnât listen. Or more like, Baekhyun will never turn down an opportunity to humiliate Chanyeol. [Name] takes her attention away momentarily to look to Baekhyun, who acts too casually as he leans on the doorway.
âUm, whyâd you ask?â She sounds nervous, and Chanyeol hopes, dear god, he prays to the god above: that his bad luck and his awful best friend wonât end up chasing [Name] away from his life.
âBecause Iâm much hotter, and less accident prone.â Baekhyun shrugs.
Chanyeol glares, âdude, shut upâow!â
[Name] is looking at Chanyeol now. Her gaze silences him, and he canât really pinpoint or decipher as to why sheâs looking at him like that. And Chanyeol is guilty of not being able to look away.
Sea glass, the swirling colors of her eyes are as deep and rich as that of a sea glass. He still canât compare her eyes to anything else other than that.
âItâs alright, Chanyeol. Your friendâs really entertaining.â Baekhyun is fist pumping the air and cheering quietly for himself at the compliment, rubbing salt to Chanyeolâs self inflicted wound.
âThank you, [Name]. And for that nice compliment, Iâll give you a free advice. When a guy you gave your number to hasnât called you in like, a week? Yeah, itâs not because heâs not interested, heâs just too much of a chicken toââ a pillow is thrown over Baekhyunâ face before he can finish.
âShut up, Baek! Get out!â Baekhyun does end up leaving, but not without an annoying cackle, knowing that heâs done the damage he wants.
And Chanyeol, well, he doesnât know what to say when Baekhyun actually left them.
[Name], however, seems to be bursting with things she wants to say by the look of her pink cheeks and flustered expression.
âSo, Iâm assuming what your friend Baekhyun said is true?â Chanyeol can only nod silently, but then hisses when he puts an ice bag on his ankle, the cold biting his skin.
âOh, sorry I forgot to warn you about the ice, youâre gonna need to ice your ankle for the next 48-72 hours to keep the swelling down alright?â Chanyeol nods wordlessly again.
âSo..um..are you mad? Mad that I didnât call you..â Thereâs a slight inclination at the end of his question that suggests his hope for her not to be mad at him.
For once, his bad luck didnât interfere with him, and [Name] releases a breathy laugh that is anything but angry or sad.
âNo, of course not. I mean, itâs not your fault if you donât want to call me. Itâs totally up to you. And I get that college takes up a lot of time soââ
âBut I do want to call you! I swear. I even practiced texting Baek a couple of times so I donât send the wrong kind of texts and end up making you feel weirded out..or something..â Â Chanyeol realizes his mistake too late when her scrutinizing eyes slowly turn to him, gaze growing sharper the longer the silence drag on.
âItâs true! I have the texts on my phone to prove it.â The muffled voice of Baekhyun manage to pass through the door and slip between the silence.
And a further infuriated Chanyeol who wishes he could kill his best friend for eavesdropping on their conversation clench his fists and glares towards the door, attention diverted from the girl by his feet whose emotions he canât decipher to momentarily send waves of anger that he thinks can somehow pass through solid wood and Baekhyunâs thick skull.
âI swear to god, Byun Baekhyunââ
âYeah, yeah, Iâm leaving.â And then, faint footstep noises follows, growing fainter, and fainter, until thereâs barely any noise.
Neither talks until theyâre certain Baekhyun has disappeared from behind the door.
âYour friendâs really cute.â [Name] is the first to speak up again while sheâs wrapping Chanyeolâs ankle with what seems to be a cast, and itâs light, the tone she uses. So fortunately for him, sheâs not mad or upset.
But he doesnât focus much on what sheâs doing or even dwell too long on how she feels. Because the fact that she decides to talk about Byun Baekhyun and his annoying antics and label them as âcuteâ really brings a great sense of disappointment to Chanyeol. Not towards her or Baekhyun, but more so towards himself, he who canât grab the attention of girlsâ as easily as Baekhyun and his confidence can get a girlâs number or name.
Life continues to suck for Park Chanyeol, what a surprise.
âNot in a way that Iâd date him, god no,â and the pouty Chanyeol perks up almost immediately, eyes wide and glued almost too strongly on her and the way she smiles at him, so soft and kind and tinkling with mirth, âI wouldnât be able to handle him, I think. I meant in a way like: he reminds me of my annoying younger cousin, whoâs also cute.â
Chanyeol is visibly relieved when she says it. Silence breeze by like wind on an autumn day, with only the noise of [Name] still working to wrap his ankle meticulously filling in as the small crackle of noise that signifies the warmth that permeates the air around them. In that moment of Baekhyun-less tranquility, Chanyeol wonders if this would be the perfect timing to buck up and ask her. He hesitates for a short while, and starts playing with his own fingers and biting his lips, beforeâ âand what about me?â
[Name] looks up at him with a raised eyebrow.
Chanyeol responds with a barely managed out sentence: âWhich category of cute do I fall in?â
He thinks itâs a mistake as soon as he says it, because she stops herself from attending to Chanyeol to blankly stare at the sheets, a reaction that canât mean good. But itâs only because she is caught, in a barely strung together net thrown without much consideration, but somehow, she still manages to get caught in it, in that question of his. Surely he must know, or at the very least, be able to guess her answer. And sheâs contemplating whether she should just play dumb or to just say it out loud, for itâs not as if the attraction she feels towards him is unclear, it just remains unspoken: a horribly kept secret. Â
[Name] is too wrapped up in her own head that she actually forgot to formulate any answer and leaving Chanyeol a mess of taut nerves.
God damn it, Chanyeol canât believe that heâs actually regretting sending Baekhyun away. Well, at least with him aroundâdespite the inevitable humiliation that will be brought upon ChanyeolâChanyeol isnât going to be the one to embarrass himself by asking such stupid questions that has probably freaked her out too much, which would explain why sheâs not answering.
âItâs um.. the other kind of cute.â
Wait..what?
And [Name], she somehow manages to surprise him, and herself. Both heads turn up at the initial shock of her unexpected response, finding themselves in a stare off of awkward gazes: shaking and wary and unsure, but somewhere deeper is a strong sense of hope and something that increasingly flutters.
âI meanââ [Name] clears her throat and stands up almost too quickly, which Chanyeol canât help but be happy about, for it is her embarrassment that blooms hopefulness in him.
She reaches for a pillow on the floor and carefully sets it under Chanyeolâs wrapped foot. Before giving a chance for Chanyeol to speak, [Name]âs already fumbling to put her items back in her box, fingers clumsily moving against one another and doing more damage than good, which results in her pout and silent curses. Chanyeol chuckles at this sight.
With a flick of her slightly messy hair and a light tap to her foot, [Name] finally turns to Chanyeol, all packed up and neat.
âWell, I better get goingââ and the rest of her sentence falls on deaf ears, Chanyeol is guilty of not listening, yet, he canât bring himself to care, not when he now knows that he has a chance with seeing more of her in his everyday, of possibly having someone to hold, of possibly kissing her? Gosh, heâs such a desperate sap.
ââChanyeol are you listening?â
Chanyeol nods his head with a smile, despite having not listening to what sheâs been saying. [Name] now seems rather miffed at Chanyeolâs obvious lie. But she only sigh, as if expecting it, and then makes her way to the door.
âJust remember to treat your leg with RICE, okay? If you need me for anything else, you can find me on the campus building across the street.â She rattles her box of supplies and turns herself around, but this time, Chanyeol actually listens to what she says, and his response comes almost too suddenly.
âWait, campus building across the street? You mean...youâre a nursing major here? In the very same campus as me?â Chanyeol almost canât believe this luck of his, for this is too good to be true.
Thereâs a small, almost mocking smile on her face when she replies, âDidnât realize you were so slow, Chanyeol. I mean, I do work in the cafe near the other campus building.â
She does a small wave when her one foot steps out the door, but Chanyeol canât let her leave just like that without:
âThank you! And I think youâre cute too! You know, the kind youâd want to date.â
He doesnât know where his spurt of confidence comes from, but he likes it, likes the elation and excitement that it brings him. And he hopes [Name] likes it as much as he does too, because he doesnât know what that small giggle she does when she leaves means, but he hopes it means good.
If it isnât for Chanyeolâs dongsaeng Jonginâwho happens to own a pair of crutches courtesy of his broken leg two summers agoâChanyeol would have to resort to other, cheaper, and undoubtedly, more humiliating way, in order to walk.
Itâs only been three days since [Name] visited him, and three whole days it takes for him to find out [Name]âs schedule, three whole days it takes to build up his courage and endure Baekhyunâs taunting of his lack of balls for delaying their meeting for so long, three whole days to finally enter this side of the campus building and be faced to faced immediately with someone strolling along a body bag past him as if itâs normal.
A refreshing sight to look at in the morning.
Thanks to his friend Yixing who shares part of this campus building with nursing majors, Chanyeol is aware that at this time of a Saturday, sheâd be in the cafeteria just about to grab breakfast. Chanyeol hobbled towards the cafeteria with a reserved smileâone that has [Name]âs name written all over itâof nervous happiness trying to pass for something charming.
But Chanyeolâs bad luck always catches up to him and his life too quick for him to react appropriately to. In hindsight, perhaps carrying a bag worth the weight of three bags of rice while heâs on crutches and walking an unfamiliar path isnât the wisest decision. But Chanyeol always realizes too late his mistakes. And the students milling past him, occupied with stacks of books and papers and coffee cups and eye bags for days forces him to not ask for help and be any more of a bother to anyone.
As Chanyeol finally reach the dull grey cafeteria doors, he settles the bags of rice down on the floor to free his other hand and open the door for himself. But, againâfortunately less painfully, though still equally embarrassingâChanyeol finds himself getting slammed with another door, one that lands him back on his butt.
âAh, shit!â
Chanyeol does nothing to get up immediately, or do anything to let out the clotting annoyance at whoever had just pushed the doorâand himselfâopen from the other side. He can only sigh and attempt to pick up the fallen crutches at his side wordlessly, acting almost too apathetic about his inevitable bad luck.
âChanyeol!â His head turns almost too quickly, too eager and too knowing of that voice.
Because that voice, despite how little heâs heard of it, is familiar and encompassed in tenderness and warmth heâs dreamed of hearing for the past three days.
She crouches down to his level and picks up the fallen crutches at his side too quickly for him to process that he was knocked down by a door because of her again. Not that he minds, of course. There are strands of hair falling over her face, messy and tangled but somehow through the panicked look on her face, lack of color due to the haziness still surrounding her and her messy state of hair, Chanyeol is still breathless.
âLet me help you up.â She offers him her hand, but is almost pulled down along with him by the force he pulls himself upright with.
[Name] settles the crutches under Chanyeolâs arms and dusts off his shoulders, forcing on a smile that still holds onto the guilt over smacking him with a door for the second time.
âIâm so sorryââ
âItâs cool. Iâm just lucky it was you who knocked me over with the door again, and not some stranger. Thatâll probably be extra embarrassing.â He scratches the back of his ear as he speaks, awkward and adorably out of place.
[Name] tilts her head, lips twitching mischievously.
âLucky, you say? So, maybe I bring you good luck, huh? Like a good luck charm sort of thing.â
Chanyeol shouldnât feel this dumbstruck over a light teasing like thatâhis best friend is Byun Baekhyun after all, perhaps the epitome of misfits and playful teasings. But when she says it, when she directs it at him and elbows at his side lightly and brush her arm with his, Chanyeol feels unnecessarily flustered.
âI-Iâve never had a good luck charm before.â Chanyeol attempts to take the bag of rice from the floor to carry on his fingers, however, [Name] has beaten him to it.
But her first attempt on lifting it nearly fails because of how she underestimates its weight. She blinks, peeks inside, then takes the plastic bag with two hands this time. Chanyeol lets out a sound of protestâsomething like whining, but in a deeper baritoneâbut he canât do much with both his hands and his god damn foot busy.
âWell, now you have one!â Chanyeol feels his cheeks warm up too quickly for his liking.
She takes the lead and direct herself to a more secluded part of the large hallway as to not get in peopleâs way, with Chanyeol hobbling along as fast as he can. [Name] puts down the bag of rice and stares at it with so much question once they found a nice corner to rest in, yet, thereâs also mirth in the way she laughs softly before asking:
âSo what are you doing out here carrying three bags of rice? Are you planning a cookout with your friends in this building?â She asks, hand on her hip.
Chanyeol shakes his head, rather perplexed that she wouldnât know why he came all this way with bags of rice when sheâs the one who told him to.
âUm, you told me to treat my foot with rice, remember? So I just wanted to make sure I got the right type of rice and brought theseââ
âWait, what?â She giggles into her palm, shoulders shaking, eyes crinkling, and Chanyeol is again, flustered, for two different yet nevertheless heart thundering reasons as he watch her.
Did he say something funny?
âWow, you didnât listen to me at all, did you?â Thatâs not at all true, in fact, Chanyeol is certain he can hear her talk all day and never get bored of it.
âWhat? Of course I did! But...maybe, um, I sort of drifted off on some of your words back then..â Now that he remembers it, he did blank out for awhile.
âAm I that boring?â She crosses her arms over her chest, with a pout that is not at all fair to use on poor Chanyeolâs heart.
âNo! Noâgod, no. My brain sorta just...started thinking about you..and I..well..â Neither expects the raw truth in his confession, and are both stunned to momentary silence.
She clears her throat, fortunately, a few seconds after, which really relieved Chanyeol, because if she had taken longer to say something, Chanyeol might just combust out of nervousness.
âWhen I said, rice, I meant it as an acronym: RICE. Itâs the standard steps you use to take care of something like your foot: Rest, Ice, Compression and Elevation, and not soaking your foot with actual rice.â Chanyeol is mortified.
Never has he felt the urge to be swallowed into an empty void and disappear from reality and all its responsibilities and its uncomfortable consequences more than he does now. Not when he came to class without preparing for the quiz he forgot, not when Baekhyun had accidentally let his feelings for his crush slip to the entire school in high school, not any of those. But now, that urge is stronger than ever, towing along a sense of humiliation.
Damn, his bad luck is really biting hard at his ass this week.
âYouâre so cute..what am I going to do with you?â He jerks his head up, his already large eyes presses themselves to open wider to express his surprise.
Because sheâs giggling at him, but not for the reason he thinks.
Or, did he heard wrong?
âYou could, um...maybe, not speak of this to anyone? Especially Baekhyun.â [Name] still canât let go of the amused smile on her face, and if anything, it only stretches wider when she looks at him.
Chanyeol feels completely better in a matter of seconds.
âOf course I wonât. Promise. But, only if you donât say anything about me slamming you with a door, again.â Chanyeol draws a cross over his left chest where his heart is.
âBut seriously, all this trouble just to ask me about rice? You could just text me if youâre unsure. It mustâve been really hard for you to walk all the way here on crutches while carrying these.â She kicks at the bag of rice.
Chanyeol shrugs, ruffling through the messy tangles of unkempt dark hair to soothe his nervousness.
âWell, I needed a reason to see you.â
And Park Chanyeol might not know it, or even believe it if anyone will tell him, but truly, Park Chanyeol is too sweet and adorable to not be able to win any girlâs affection. Especially with eyes so pure and innocent, and words so simple yet heartfelt.
[Name] canât help but silently gasp at this man, too good to be true, yet so frustratingly unaware of it.
âI donât know Baek..I donât think that, âyou fascinate me more than fundamental theorem of calculusâ is even considered a pick up line.â
Baekhyun chews sloppily at the fried chicken that Chanyeol ordered on the small kitchen counter, pointedly scrutinizing at Chanyeol laying sprawled on his bed.
âWell, do you find her more interesting than calculus?â
âWell, obviouslyââ Baekhyun throws his hands in the air, with an expression of ignorant confusion that stuns Chanyeol into silence.
âLook,â Baekhyun makes a dramatic effort to cross the dorm from the small counter to sit on the edge of Chanyeolâs bed, âinstead of forcing me to find elaborate ways for you to ask her out, have you ever considered just straight out going: âhey! I like you, wanna go on a date with me?ââ
Chanyeol scoffs, but itâs not completely out of denial for Baekhyunâs words, and more so to not give Baekhyun the satisfaction of being remotely close to being right. And Chanyeol began to wonder, if all this time heâs been over thinking things with [Name], and that Baekhyunâdespite how unreliable and often stupid he isâmight be right about the approach he needs to take.
Should he risk listening to Baekhyun and just go for it?
âDo you think..thatâll work?â
Baekhyun shrugs his shoulders, with it, comes a cough that racks his body quite violently, choking on the chicken he chewed too quickly.
âYouâll never know until you try, right? Besides, with a simple approach like that, whatâs the worse thing that could happen?â Chanyeol wonders that too.
He convinces himself and Baekhyun that heâll ask her out by Monday. But then the day rolled around and went ignored like a tumbleweed, and Baekhyun feels further and further frustrated for having such a coward for a friend.
So, when the coward wonât take a step forward, Baekhyun will have to trip him forward. Literally.
âLook whoâs here~ 3 oâclock.â Chanyeol turns his head to the right.
âUm, who?â Baekhyun sighs and tugs Chanyeolâs head to the left, hand wounding over his shoulder.
âI said 3 oâclock dumbass.â Chanyeol has to squint to see clearly over the distance, his glasses laying forgotten by his bedside.
But when his eyes can finally make out a faintly detailed silhouette of a girl in grey sweaters, Chanyeol gulps.
âAh, [Name]...â Baekhyun senses the anxiousness and hears the shake in his voice.
And heâs quick enough to press down hard on Chanyeolâs shoulders to keep him in place, making the taller boy wince.
âDudeââ
âHey! [Name]!â The way he shouts and the over the top way in which he waves his hand catches most of the studentâs eyes in the collegeâs park.
Including the girl whoâs name was called.
Chanyeol struggles under Baekhyunâs arm, elbowing and pinching at his ribs to try and break free. [Name] is approaching them, and Chanyeol doesnât know if Baekhyun will behave enough to not humiliate him. But by Baekhyunâs mischievous smile and the faux innocent crinkle he has around his crescent shaped eyes, Chanyeol knows Baekhyunâs going to try and meddle into his business. As always.
She is bathed in brightness, soaking up the sunâs radiance without even realizing how much sheâs burning him with every step she takes closer, and closer. Chanyeol feels the rush in his veins, unexplainable but delightfully exhilarating whenever sheâs around him.
Baekhyun pulls his arm away from over Chanyeolâs shoulder and nudges him hard on his shoulder blade, pushing him forward and landing him on his feet.
âGoââ
âNo! What are youââ
âDude, seriously?â
âYes. seriouslyââ
âIf you donât start talking to her she might actually think that she did something wrong.â
âBut she didnâtââ
âExactly! Now go.â
Baekhyun shoves Chanyeol away, after his incessant attempt to punch and elbow Baekhyun out of annoyance, he relents and meets her halfway with forceful strides and an awkward smile. She doesnât notice, fortunately, by the lack of shift on her expression.
Chanyeol waves again as the distance between them blurs closer, but he is too preoccupied with keeping eye contact with her to notice that Baekhyun has been trailing closely behind him, so when he sticks his foot forward while Chanyeol takes a step, the man tumbles to the ground on his knees with the grace of long and flailing twigs: âUgh!â
And back on the ground he goesâwhat is this, the third time this has happened?
âChanyeol!â [Name] picks up the pace of her steps and kneels down before him.
He groans, feeling the skin on his knees sting and the grains of rocks digging into his skin. Chanyeol is too tired of the continuous bad luck befalling him to stand back up and pretend as if itâs alright. No, instead, Chanyeol pushes himself off his knees and falls on his butt, sitting on the ground.
âBaek! What the hell did you do that for?â Chanyeol looks over his shoulder, spotting the said man grinning far too wide to be innocent, just a couple of ways behind him.
Oh, so he was tripped. By his own guiltless best friend. What a jerk.
âSorry, my bad. But now I guess you can tell that Chanyeolâs fallen for you!â A wink, and then he scuttles away like a little kid, giddy and excited for a reason thatâs not very apparent to [Name].
But it is apparent to Chanyeol, and he senses dread tugging heavy on his heart when her attention returns to him, very much confused.
âYour friend is an odd one.â She laughs.
Chanyeol makes no gesture to agree or disagree. He clears his throat and folds his knees over his chest, tucking himself as if heâs something small. [Name] finds it adorable.
âUm..yeah..listen, [Name], I have something to ask you.â
She peeks through lashes filtered by light, thereâs a spark in her eyes that emits warmth like the flame of a candle, a small thing it is, but in this close distance, Chanyeol canât help but be the one to feel small under her gaze. He curse himself, for he shouldâve known by now that looking into her eyes will ruin him. But he can never resist the temptation to stare.
âChanyeol? Are you alright?â Her hand is back on his shoulder in the way that they first meet: him confused and bleeding, her concerned and still with the same capability to wrench his heart.
âCaramel frappucino. With whip cream.â He says in one breath.
Oh no.
He has the inexplicable urge to slap himself at that moment, for apparently, thinking back to the first time they met has screwed his mind over, and he unconsciously says the coffee he ordered on their first meeting instead of asking her to go for coffee.
[Name] draws her eyebrows down, unsure what he means by that.
âUm...do you want one right now? We can drop by together if youâd like. Itâs not my shift right now, but I guessââ
âNo!â
[Name] blinks.
Chanyeolâs face shifts into many different emotions at once: frustration, nervousness, somewhere between flustered and disbelief, and then one of defeat.
âI justâŠâ he sighs, long and deep, âwanted to be the one to ask you out for a coffee date. Not the other way around. Seriously, Iâm such a loser, Iâve been building up the courage to ask you out for weeks now, and in the end it was you who ended up asking me out. Agh, this is so embarrassing. Baekhyunâs right, Iâmââ
He feels it light and soft, as if his lips are pecked by a flower petal, it happens too short for him to process, but enough to have him wanting more of it. Chanyeol blinks, trying to wake himself up from this dream, for it is only in his dream would this girl heâs been vying for to kiss him just like that for no good reason.
She giggles. And the sound is as clear as a riverâs roaring current, but it is smooth and light like taking a bite out of sweetness itself. Chanyeol knows that even in dreams, he canât make up the sound of her giggle as beautiful as this. He isnât dreaming.
Wait, she kissed me?
âWell, lucky for you, I happen to like this loser who doesnât have the guts to ask me out. Somehow, he fails to see just how cute he is. And technically, I never said that I was taking you out on a date. So, youâre good.â
Chanyeol almost doesnât believe her, because the smile on her face is something entirely new â it is a timid smile, one thatâs never been shown to him before â and the way she avoids his eyes makes him feel suspicious. Yet it all suddenly suddenly makes more sense once he sees her tug at the sleeves of her sweater â she is nervous. Chanyeol feels happiness suffocating him when he looks back into her eyes. Because for once, she is nervous because of him.
âThough, since you did make me wait for like three weeks, I believe this time, the coffeeâs on you.â Chanyeolâs grin grows gradually wider, and once itâs reached as far as it can get, his eyes disappear and crinkles form on its side.
âIâm cute, huh? Well..Iâm not going to complain...much.â [Name] mirrors his grin with another, but smaller, less confident and more flustered.
âAnd I guess thatâs only fair too.â He picks himself up from the ground, holding his hand out to pull her with him as well.
For once, his clumsy limbs and bad luck hasnât done anything to ruin this moment, and his confidence only spike even more when she didnât let go of his hand, even as theyâre already standing back up on their feet.
The breeze whisks past them, blowing browned leaves, with the smell of fresh papers and worn books that is the scent of their college surrounds the air. Chanyeol still doesnât want to let go of her hand, and from the looks of it, neither does she.
âSo..coffee?â Chanyeol smiles, bright and wonderful and not at all burdened by any of his worries.
âAh, right.â Chanyeol hides the frown when [Name] lets go of her hand and walks past him to lead the way.
But Chanyeol follows suit quickly, walking by her side like heâs meant to be there all along. And god, does it feel good to actually get to the stage that heâs been imagining for weeks. Perhaps he should thank Baekhyun as well when he returns? Or perhaps should he rub it in his face about the second date that heâll take her to after this?
She stumbles, out of nowhere, and Chanyeol staggers in his steps, mind centered again as he reach out a hand to her quickly.
âWhoa, are you alright?â [Name] glance down at the ground, spotting a long crack that the tip of her shoe was caught in.
âAh..I tripped.â Chanyeol scrunches his nose, thinking.
âThatâs odd..usually Iâd be the one to fall over a crack.â He looks down at his shoes to see that heâs stepped on the crack too, but it didnât make him trip the way it did to her. Odd.
âIs it quite possible that youâve transferred your bad luck to me when I declared myself your good luck charm?â [Name] turns her head to him, glaring in playful accusation.
Chanyeol laughs, loud and beautiful and body shaking from joy.
âIf that might be it, are you going to leave me?â He pouts, a sight too adorable to be able to be done by a man as hot as he is.
[Name] has to look away to hide her blush from witnessing such a beautiful sight: of Chanyeol smiling and pouting and showing her more confidence than she has ever seen, something sheâs eager to see more of.
She hums, âWell, with someone like you along the way, bad luck doesnât seem like such a bad thing.â
Chanyeol nearly chokes on his own spit.
Damn, that was smooth as hell.
Hopefully, heâll actually make it through this first date.
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You will also be added to a KakaoTalk chatroomÂ
Track the tag #exowritersnet
Review and familiarize yourself with the rules
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