A/N || Being out of touch with writing makes everything so hard TT but thank you @jaynaur for making this non-Taemin and thanks @roroswitherose for proofreading!
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“Hey guys.” The two guys slid into the empty seats on either side of her. One looked very much concerned at the current state she was in, while the other seemed to be enjoying the show along with her friends who were seated at the table.
“Heeeyyyy.” The words came out in a slur as Y/N raised her head from the table, smiling at the newcomers. Her smile dropped when her eyes landed on Chanyeol, turning away with a shy look on her face. Cautiously, she edged towards Baekhyun, before whispering loud enough for the entire table to hear.
“Hey Baekhyun. Do you- do you think the person beside me is single?”
Baekhyun stifled a laugh as he looked over her head at Chanyeol, who looked terrified of his drunk girlfriend. Quickly, he whipped out his phone for an Uber.
“I don’t know, Y/N. Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
Y/N slowly looked towards Chanyeol and their eyes met once more. He smiled at her softly, hoping she would remember that he was her boyfriend but instead she quickly turned away, blushing furiously.
“Oh no no no, I’m too shy.” She mumbled. “I can’t do that. He’s too cute for me to talk to.”
“Well, just to answer your question, he is not single.” Chanyeol looked in horror as Baekhyun let out a laugh at her teary-eyed expression.
“What?” Y/N gasped, before bursting into tears. She stood up but before she could run from there, Chanyeol grabbed her by her arm and pulled her onto his chest.
“Don’t cry, baby.” He whispered gently, eyes darting at his phone showing that the driver was just two minutes away.
“But- But you are not single and I love you-” She sobbed, soaking his shirt as he softly patted her back.
“That’s because I’m dating you.”
“Oh.” She looked up at him with widened eyes, causing Chanyeol’s heart to give a tight squeeze. “I thought- I thought-”
He cut her off with a soft kiss before looking at her again. She looked at him surprised as he smiled at her, before returning the smile.
“Right, right. I love you. And you love me.”
“And I love you.” He repeated her words before pressing another kiss against her lips.
A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
Summary: You’ve unfortunately been selected to participate in your class’s kissing booth for the school festival. You aren’t thrilled, but your best friend (and secret crush), Chanyeol, is even less thrilled. But, thankfully he’s got a plan that’ll make your first kiss extra special.
A/N: AAHHH! This is my first Chanyeol fic, so I hope you like it–a request from a frequent anon. Please let me know if you have any feedback 😊. And, as always, please comment, like, and re-blog so that others can find this story and enjoy. Thanks! ✨
*Please note: I do not own the above image(s), so credit should go to the original owner(s).*
~*~
“Come on, Y/N, it’s probably not going to be as bad as you think.” Chanyeol sat beside you, dutifully trying to console you as you drowned your sorrows in banana milk and Choco Pies.
“Yeah–it’s going to be worse than I think,” you whined, burying your head in your hands. “Was I asking the universe for too much?! ‘Let me not be a kisser’, I don’t think that’s reaching for the stars, do you? No! No, it’s not! I have the worst luck in the entire world!
Chanyeol smartly said nothing, but opened another Choco Pie and handed it to you.
Biting into the delicious treat, the sugar momentarily gave you a nice rush of serotonin. You held the pie out to Chanyeol to share, bidding him to take a bite. You jumped when he grasped your wrist, holding the pie in place as he proceeded to devour the cake in one bite.
“Geez, Chanyeol! I thought you were going to swallow my entire hand the way you unhinged your jaw just now.” You gave him a playful swat on the shoulder, waiting for him to finish chewing. You unscrew the cap of your banana milk, offering him a swig to wash everything down.
Chanyeol reached for the cake, but before he could grab it from your hands, you pulled back slightly.
“A sip–you can have a sip! I swear, I’ll kill you if you drink it all,” you warned teasingly.
Chanyeol grinned. “No you won’t, Y/N, you love me too much for that. Plus, you’d miss me and then there’d be no one to buy you snacks.”
He was right–damn it! About the snacks, yes, but about the other part too. You did love him. Not just in the way a friend loves a friend, but as something more. God, you felt like a walking cliche–falling in love with your best friend was a very tween romance thing to do. You couldn’t help it though–not only was he gorgeous, with his tall physique and twinkling eyes–but he was also amazingly kind, respectful, and incredibly thoughtful. He remembered your birthday, waited for you after class, helped you reach tall things.
Beautiful on the inside and out. And unfortunately, you weren’t the only one who had noticed. Chanyeol naturally received female attention wherever he went, but always kept girls at arm’s length. Every Valentine’s Day, at least three girls would confess, hoping to win him over–but every time, he gently turned them down. It had been that way as long as you’d known him, since the first day at school when you’d connected over a shared love of the guitar. Your crush had sprung up from the beginning, like a daisy in springtime, but seeing the way he was with other girls, you’d never said anything. Regrettably, this left you pretending that friendship was enough, too scared to share your feelings for fear of losing your best friend.
Recapturing your milk, you took a swig, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand.
“Well, this isn’t exactly how I thought my first kiss would happen–I pictured something a little…romantic,” you said, trying to hide your disappointment.
“This’ll be your first kiss?” Chanyeol questioned, looking surprised at your confession.
“Yeah–I mean not everyone has hoards of love interests just throwing themselves at them,” you teased.
Chanyeol playfully smacked you on the shoulder, before turning serious. “What would you want it to be like–your first kiss, I mean?”
“I don’t know–I guess, just that it would be with someone special,” you answered, wondering how you got to talking about first kisses with the boy you wanted to be yours.
~*~
After the bell rang, Chanyeol watched your retreating figure, a tightness forming in his chest. He wanted so badly to pull you close and give you the type of first kiss that you deserved. But your relationship wasn’t like that, afterall–much to his dismay. You’d hooked him since day one, your shared love of music and easy camaraderie had him following you around like a puppy.
Admittedly, girls confessed to him on a regular basis. However, he found he could never say yes to any of them–because they weren’t you. It wouldn’t be fair to lead a girl on if he had feelings for someone else…so he waited patiently, biding his time for just the right moment. But, that moment never seemed to come. Everytime he got close, you’d pull away, as if placing an invisible wall between you. You never talked about romantic feelings towards anyone else and his heart ached at the thought of you not being able to hold you in his arms.
Stroking his chin, he thought back to the ridiculous kissing booth, knowing he couldn’t–wouldn’t give you to anyone else. He didn’t think he’d make it if he had to watch you lock lips with guy after guy, when that was all he could think about–the softness your lips, the feel of you in his arms (finally), the way you’d moan breathily into his mouth–
He slapped himself back to the present, a reminder to focus on the problem at hand. How can I kill two birds with one stone? There was no way he could stomach seeing you give your first kiss to some random guy, and you hadn’t seemed thrilled with the situation either.
Gears turning in his brain, he smiled as a plan took shape–one that would solve both problems at hand.
~*~
It was loud. Your classroom, usually a place of quiet learning, had quickly descended into boisterous insanity once word of the kissing booth got out. Peeking out from behind the curtain, you surveyed the long line of enthusiastic young men, all clamoring for a smooch from a comely co-ed. All of the girls had been popular so far, especially the current volunteer, Eun-sae, who was easily the prettiest girl in your year. At this point, you just wanted to get this over with and go home to ramen and a bubble bath.
Usually, at this point, Chanyeol would’ve tried telling you a joke to take your mind off things, but he had been noticeably absent tonight–and for the last week really–at least mentally. The usual easy-going smile on his face had been replaced with a serious, pensive look, as though he was constantly thinking about something really important. He’d shrugged noncommittally when you’d asked him about it, so you figured he was clearly going through something and wanted to figure it out on his own.
Besides, you had much more important things to worry about.
As the line dwindled down, the MC called for a short break over the loudspeaker–your cue to get ready. You guzzled some water for good measure and popped a mint, because, at the very least, bad breath wouldn’t be the thing to take you down. Schooling your features, you put on your best “happy to be here” smile and made your entrance, the MC doing his best to hype you up.
Seated behind the gaudy pink counter, you looked out to find a decent-sized line already forming. The male interest was flattering, sure, but a bit disappointing when it wasn’t from the one you wanted. Honestly, you were kind of thankful Chanyeol wasn’t here to see you like this.
Without warning, a familiar face made–or rather–pushed his way through to the front of the line, a wad of bills clutched in his hand. Ignoring the chorus of “heys” and “come on, mans”, Chanyeol came to a stop in front of you and dropped a won bill on the counter.
“Chanyeol, what are you doing?”, you whispered, voice mixed with concern and relief.
~*~
Chanyeol frantically pushed his way up to the front of the line, not wanting to miss the right moment to intervene. He saw you sitting alone, awaiting your “audience” and relief filled his body that he wasn’t too late. Ignoring their annoyed comments, he marched up to you, plopping bills on the counter.
“Chanyeol, what are you doing?” He recognized the relief in your voice, blended with surprise.
“I’m helping you, Y/N. You said you wanted your first kiss to be with someone special–and I know I’m not that type of special to you, but I figured–he paused, lowering his voice to a whisper, “–that a first kiss with me would be better than with one of them.” He gestured to the ever-growing throng of onlookers gathering around the booth.
You nodded stiffly, making it hard for him to tell how you felt about the situation.
Before he could give himself time to second guess, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours in a brief peck. Pulling back, he noted your dazed expression, trying not to red too much into the attractive flush blooming on your cheeks.
Without a word, he turned, taking about three steps before pivoting around and laying another bill on the table, the look of surprise on your face making the entire plan so worth it. He wished he could have made this special for you–whisked you away somewhere private, with candles and flowers. He wished this could have been different–but he had a plan–and it was imperative that he stick to it.
~*~
You stumbled offstage, a bewildered look on your face. You’d always said you wanted Chanyeol to be your first kiss, but you never imagined that your wish would come true–15 times over. Chanyeol had paid for kiss after kiss, effectively blocking out any of the other boys who might’ve wanted a chance with you. There’d been “oohs” and “aahs” (from the girls) and plenty of “boos” and “get a rooms” (from the guys), with your teacher finally stepping in to tell you to “take this elsewhere.”
“Y/N?”
You blushed at the sound of Chanyeol’s voice, awkward and unsure of what to say after what had just occurred. You were thankful that the dark lighting backstage hid the color in your cheeks. You turned around to find him staring at the ground–almost nervous in the aftermath.
“Roof?”, you suggested, raising an eyebrow in question. You knew you’d have to have this conversation sooner or later, something better done in private than the backstage of the kissing booth.
“Roof,” Chanyeol quickly agreed.
The walk to the fourth floor was as familiar as the back of your hand, but today it felt different. With the earlier mirth long gone, you walked together in silence, questions stuck on your lips…what was this? Was it really all in the name of ‘helping a friend?” The cynical part of you said: He was just being a good friend–nothing more nothing less! However, the unsure, hopeful side of you wondered: Might he like me too?
Chanyeol came to a stop, leaning against the wall, the sunset casting an orange hue over him. He stood with his eyes closed, almost as though he was sleeping.
“I’m sorry I ruined it for you.”
Startled, you looked up to find he hadn’t moved an inch, save for his lips. The lips he’d kissed you with.
“Ruined wha–”
“Your first kiss, Y/N. You told me you wanted it to be with someone special and I’m sorry it had to be with me. But, it had to be me–I couldn’t just let one of those boys downstairs be the one to–”. Chanyeol cut off, seeming to stop himself from saying something he might regret.
His response surprised you–sure, you appreciated the gesture. It was just the sort of thing your friend, Chanyeol, would do. The thing was, you didn’t want friend Chanyeol anymore. How could you go back when you’d had a taste of what could be?
So you pushed.
“Why? Why does it matter who I kiss?”
Chanyeol scowled and ran his hands through his hair, still not looking in your direction.
You waited in silence for him to say something. When nothing came, you pushed again.
“Chanyeol–look at me–you said, ‘it had to be me’. Why did it have to be you?”
Chanyeol met your gaze, the corners of his eyes looking suspiciously red.
“It had to be me because–because–I love you and I wanted to be your first kiss more than anything.”
You were shocked at his response. A kiss and a love confession from the boy you’d pined after for years? You mentally pinched yourself to make sure all of this was real.
Chanyeol spoke again, obviously taking your silence as a rejection of his feelings, when it was anything but. He assured you it was okay– that it wouldn’t affect your friendship–that he’d never bring up what happened tonight again.
Put your hand over his lips in a shushing manner, before interjecting: “Chanyeol–I’ve liked you for years. YEARS.”
Chanyeol blinked in surprise. “Years? You’ve liked me for years?”
You nodded. “Since the very first day we met.”
Chanyeol flashed a wide, gummy grin. “So, if we both liked each other from the very beginning…what the heck have we been doing all this time, Y/N?”
“Looks like we’ve been dummies,” you responded, pulling his face down for the 16th, most special kiss of the night.
Breathing in the scent of Chanyeol’s cologne and feeling the softness of his lips against yours, you felt incredibly lucky.
Maybe you didn’t have the worst luck in the world afterall.
~*~
Thank you so much for reading First Bliss, I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to send me an ask and let me know what you think. If you liked what you read, please comment, like, and re-blog so it’s easier for others to find. Love you all! 🌸
a/n: my friend is the BIGGEST chanyeol stan ever so I asked him for help and I got so inspired that I wrote this right away
• okay can anyone in the entire world deny the fact that chanyeol is destined to be a father??
• like did you see the return of superman??
• let’s get started this time for real
• when you found out you were pregnant with chanyeols baby… well,, oops
• it wasn’t meant to happen but ya know what things happen that’s why i’m here at least
• you knew chanyeol wanted a baby
• I mean have you seen him interact with kids??
• every time the two of you were around kids he just gave you this lOOK
• and you knew what it meant
• “let’s have a baby”
• but y’all weren’t trying or anything,, it just happened
• so when you told him, he was the most excited boy in the whole wide WORLD
• but then he was like shoot
• are we ready for this??
• but it was happening so lol you gotta get ready
• he would be so excited and would want to take care of you so much
• let’s be real he would talk to your baby all the time
• he would put together a whole little nursery
• he would talk about names and goals and dreams and what the baby would look like
• honestly he thought it couldn’t get any better
• BUT SIKE
• it did!
• because when your little one was born… chanyeol was in heAVEN
• they had his ears and his nose and omg he was so happy
• their tiny little hand wrapped around his finger and he about died
• he watched u hold them and feed them and knew that nothing would ever compare to this
• but when you took the baby home from the hospital,,
• he was like wtf do I do??
• the kid wasn’t old enough to understand anything
• chanyeol just had to do whatever they cried about
• he had zero sleep
• he wasn’t around as much as he’d like to be bc, well,, chanyeols busy being the face of korean music ya know
• but when he was around!!
• he would sing and rap for the baby and hold them and just be obsessed over HIS BABY
• like that baby was HIS no one else’s
• he really tried to keep the cutie out of the public eye
• didn’t want the baby to be constantly bombarded by the paps and fans
• this would be one smart baby bc chanyeol would constantly be talking to them
• they would know hecka words and be able to speak in full sentences at a v v young age
• once they were around two chanyeol made them the yummiest lil meals and fed them so cutely so they would get nice and chubby
• he’s a lil happy virus so he would be so happy about everything his kid did
• omg, you peed in the toilet? this was the best moment ever to him! you picked up your toys? uh even BETTER! gave ur momma and daddy a kiss before bed? yeah chanyeols heart just got a little closer to bursting
• he would love and support his child 101%
• even when his child got older and made some ~less than good~ decisions, he still made sure they knew that he loved them unconditionally
• he always wanted them to be happy
• hated the idea of his child facing heartbreak
• does everything he can to make his kiddo happy
• falls in love with his baby more and more everyday bc he saw so much of u in them
• it was so easy to fall in love with something so small and pure
• when the kid was all grown up,, chanyeol was devastated
• but he was also so proud that his lil baby could come so far
• your kids number one supporter right there
• loves his kids more than anything and will do anything to make them happy
• okay can chanyeol just hurry up and get into a relationship and have a baby already so my fic can be brought to life I would appreciate it
(CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THIS PHOTO: howfarms01 in Instagram)
A/N’s NOTE: Please correct me with the assumption that families and relatives are allowed to visit once in a while. This is just my assumption for this one-shot. I've just thought about Chanyeol so much in the military. Thank you so much again to @bookishcatto for proofreading!
Retrouvailles (French): This is the specific type of happiness you feel after seeing somebody for the first time after a long period of absence. --- (Millstein, S. (June 12, 2014). Relationship Words You Wish Existed In English. Retrieved from https://www.bustle.com/articles/26798-words-about-relationships-that-dont-exist-in-english-because-it-was-koi-no-yokan)
Genre: Fluff, Military!AU
Ratings and Warnings: None
Characters: Park Chanyeol X Female!Reader ft. Sehun
Word Count: 1,357
Date of Publication: 08-10-2021
“Noona?”
The voice made your senses break free from the whirlpool of emotions and unwavering mental picture of what was about to come. A swarm of people buzzing around here and there was almost a driving force for you to contemplate on whether visiting was an acceptable design or resulted in a hindrance. The swaying motion of the crowd felt like it was a messy symphony with someone invisible conducting how to move against your nature. If it weren’t for the grip of arms around you, the wave might consume you.
“Noona?”
The thumping of the ears almost covered the sound of the one calling you, but a firm squeeze against your shoulder brought you back to the ground. Twisting your head, a surprised expression was painted on your face at the young man whose eyebrows scrunched in a fashionably amusing way. Your look of bewilderment was now replaced with a hint of a laughing illustration. He aided you in making sure you were not hurt, continuing to wrap his arms around you.
“Sorry, Sehun-ie,” you muttered. “There’s a lot of people today.”
The lad nodded. “I know, but don’t worry, noona. We’ll find hyung.”
A faint chuckle escaped your lips. In a scene such as the one presented before them, one would be easily lost and entangled among limbs and legs. However, in your case, you need not have to have hardships in finding whom you sough to seek.
For he was a giraffe.
And to stand out he did.
“Hyung!” a booming shout came from Sehun as he raised his arms in the air and took to action upon seeing the taller man. You were half-dragged, half-pushed by Sehun like a tired-out train as he became your representative, handing out little apologies as the two of you were getting closer and closer.
It seems as if time had stopped for you, once you were now face-to-face with your sweetheart, whose ears adoringly slightly perked up and were dusted in pink at the sight of you. The two of you stood there, basking in the warmth and presence of one another as your hands slowly slid into his, with your fingers intertwining.
But before you could utter a word, you were dragged away, leaving Sehun in a jolt of surprise. The poor maknae had to begin to shove his shoulders again as he fought for his way amongst the crowd.
On the other hand, your hands were kept intact to Chanyeol as he whisked you away from the flock like a shadow that was almost unseen if it weren’t for his height.
“Wait!” you exclaimed. “Sehun!”
“We’ll meet him later, love,” Chanyeol turned his head and looked right back at you. “Let’s go somewhere less invasive.”
You didn’t press any further as the two of you half-ran, half-walked like two star-crossed lovers escaping. Their feet stroked against the ground, leaving trails of dust and smoke. Earlier, your thoughts of meeting him were simple but formal; the idea of walled offices and talking to him through a glass felt like it was instead a prison cell as compared to an actual military base.
This was far from what you had in mind.
You had almost drawn back in the sudden movement of Chanyeol running far and fast yet the more the sight of the crowd became like that of a colony of ants, the more you have felt relieved of the prospect. The wind tickled your neck and cheeks as if you felt it dance around your long crown of hair as if it was playing.
Running with him felt vigorous, alive, and joyful, feeling your power of wanting to leave whenever you wanted to. Running felt like escaping the buzzing life once in a while and freeing yourself to break into the open. More so, running felt like not going away from home, but towards him.
Your home. Him.
With heaving chests and ragged breaths, you felt the signal of Chanyeol’s gesture slow down as his legs were slightly parting away from the earlier spirited direction. You soon followed after, taking little halts like a car pausing and lurking forward until the two of you were finally put to a red light. Both your bodies, your hearts, and your soul weary as if the both of you had run a marathon. The lack of breath was felt amid sappiness and inaction.
You were ready to reprimand Chanyeol and maybe even knock heads with him. Even so, before you could hastily lift your head and sputter colorful words, he grabbed you by the waist as he tenderly cups your cheek like a baby while tilting his head to the side upon meeting and pressing his lips against yours.
Your eyes were wide open at the sudden contact but you couldn’t ignore the knot forming in your stomach as he pressed deeper, asking for entrance. You slightly opened your mouth and dutifully closed your eyes as the both of you tasted each other. It was rough at first like trying to win a battle but withdrew in a sensual one, intoxicating and flavorsome like candy, lying in the closeness and unity of one another. You felt your cheeks heat up at the determination of Chanyeol as your tongues toyed, and you couldn’t blame him for he was a man starved of your affections for a very long time.
And you were his canvas that he would like to paint all over and over again once his opportunity rises.
The two of you gently parted, asking for more air. You stared at his dark irises, sinking in the details of his face; he was now a man having to face the harsh realities of being conscripted, with streaks of the sun-kissed on his face from probably hours and hours of daylight training. He was a soldier signing as a protector and a fighter, realizing what he had to sacrifice in exchange.
A life for a nation, for his family, and his love.
You raised your hands, brushing your fingertips at his face, memorizing it like relishing a pen against paper, letting the words fall into place to make your love story possible. He encircled his own hands against yours, covering them and planting faint pecks upon them. Chanyeol looked at you with so much endearment that the two of you wished the day would not go down and make you leave in his arms.
But you suddenly remembered Sehun. Recalling how the two of you left him. You came to your senses and immediately broke free from his grasp and delivering a stinging hit to his arm, making him yelp and leap a few steps backward.
“Ow!” he exclaimed as he slightly glared at you, with the disbelief he had to receive this kind of treatment. “What?!”
“Asshole,” you gave him an unimpressed emotion. “Run? Really?”
“I just want…to get you alone,” Chanyeol foolishly grinned as he had one eyebrow raised. You snorted at his reference to Baekhyun's song.
“And leave the poor baby alone?” you rubbed the point where he took the smack in his arm, feeling a little bit guilty.
“Sehun is a big boy now,” he chuckled as he rounds his arms around you and gave a light kiss on your mouth. “You do well humor me, my love. For the agenda today, you must tell me of how life has been for you.”
You frowned at Chanyeol as if he'd grown another head. "But didn't I tell you already in my letters?"
“The letters will never be enough how much I want to hear from you. Those are only pieces of you, and I want to hold the very author of those printings and hear from her directly.”
A faint blush crept on your cheeks, to which Chanyeol made a booming laugh, the sound igniting your inner being like the way spring has bloomed into full color. He smooched your cheeks with affection and enveloped you in his arms.
"Fine, but you should do the same. Your letters may belong, but I presume you have more stories to tell."
A/N’s NOTE: This is my very first but short fanfiction here and of course, it has to start off with my ultimate bias lol. This is a special one ‘cause I wrote this on my birthday as a last minute gift for myself. This is also inspired by the scene where Seiji revealed he’d borrowed the books Shizuko borrowed as well from Whisper of the Heart which is my favorite Studio Ghibli film alongside Kiki’s Delivery Service.
Genre: Fluff, College!AU, Whisper of the Heart!AU
Ratings and Warnings: None but I guess be careful when you slam into someone in real life and…just a clumsy giant. Oh! And there’s one swear word there.
A/N’s NOTE: This EXO song has been playing in my head as a reference to how I feel about Chanyeol since I became an EXO-L just last year and went quickly through a roller coaster. Happiest birthday to our big ball of sunshine and my muse! May you always be healthy and happy and never let anyone take away your passion and your pure heart for the things you love. Thank you again to @bookishcatto for proofreading. I tried to write it in 2nd POV but it didn't seem fitting.
NOTE 2: Please correct me as well or call me out if there are any errors.
Genre: Fluff, Military!AU, Musical!AU, little angst.
Ratings and Warnings: None
Characters: Park Chanyeol X Female!Reader ft. the EXOs (let's just pretend the others had a military day-off for Loey's birthday)
Word Count: 2,400
Date of Publication: 27-11-2021
Legs were almost on fire at the speed as the wind offered its power, letting the self swing either to the left or to the right like a dancer prancing her way around the nightclub. The heat was almost inevitable from the lick of the sun against the skin as sweat protruded out of the glands, having the feeling of little stickiness against the clothes worn during the day.
She was running late. Goodness, as if she were running for her life. A few glances and disgruntled makeshifts were shot out of her ears. Worry etched her features as the feeling of getting distressed was slowly becoming background noise, a part of the conscious mind that is stable and unrelenting as if it was a huge blockage to a road not far.
And she might not be in time for the show, which immensely discomforted her.
The continuous vibration of her phone was almost distracting her from almost doing a marathon. She was having the urge to halt and go aside for her to take a peek from the messages that she assumed were already compiling, but another thought came to her; if she slowed down, the more delayed she’ll reach her destination. Times such as these immediate actions are attainable, but sometimes not. However, she has responsibilities, she has a mission to achieve, and right now, being apprehensive was nothing compared to the attention she should be giving to her real agenda.
A promise of attending.
“How you feeling, bud?” a creak of opening the door interrupted and abruptly woke the huge of a man lying covered in thick blankets. She made her way into the room where he laid, carrying a tray of Ginseng Chicken soup, medicine, and a glass of water.
“Mmh…” was Chanyeol’s only reply. She took to her observation how he grumbled to himself as he pulled the sheets further up his body. His eyes were half-lidded while breathing heavily, beads of perspiration rolling down his face. In that fever, he shuddered.
She could not help but feel sorry for her beau; hours of practice for his musical took a toll on him, to which he ended up being on leave for a few days, at the prescription of the musical director and someone from the military with a higher position. While all do get weak, the notion that Chanyeol himself would get ill never crossed her line of thinking. He was too much of an energetic ball to nearly be immune.
Sickness, most of the time, came in like a rollercoaster and it was happening to Chanyeol. Nevertheless, in the long stretch of well-being, it’s okay to slow down. It’s a plea of the anatomy to take a rest and to reserve the vitality flowing within. It was probably also to make up for the good in the current situation both of them were in and let the bad come to pass as if it was just a silent film watched. At the middle of Chanyeol’s muscle aches, colds, and head pains, it was a cue for him to take care of himself.
And she was also there to add in reminding.
Curving at the corner of two streets, she made herself come face-to-face with where she was headed.
“And you’re here!” not from afar, Kim Minseok held his head and hand up high, waving to her. A relieved sigh escaped her lips as she drew nearer to the man. A while and the two of them were later joined by Doh Kyungsoo, Oh Sehun, and Kim Jongin.
“Took you a while, noona,” Jongin wrapped an arm around her while Sehun on the other. Kyungsoo took a nod at her as the five of them went further into the venue, handling each of their tickets. It was a sight that wasn't only special for the four EXO members, but her, as well as groups of people categorized according to their age or mixed, we're also sharing the same feeling as they had. The place was huge, almost larger than a movie premiere, yet it had crowds gathering for only one sole performance.
A Song of Meissa, the military musical.
With the lead role portrayed by her only love.
Chanyeol shivered as he had his arms tightly wrapped around her, his face buried in her chest. After removing all traces of sweat lounged in his body and giving him a fresh shirt, a request from him to lay in her arms was almost impossible to refuse. In the wake of nourishing him with the broth and pressing a cooling patch to his forehead that was bought from the drugstore, she was now gently stroking her fingers through his hair, attempting to ease him out of his worries and sending him back to dreamland.
“B-but the musical—”
“Shh…” she pressed a kiss at his temple. “Everyone advised you to take a rest, but you didn’t hang on to their words. And here we are.”
Chanyeol couldn’t help but pout at her statement. “Jagiya…”
“Darling,” she gingerly lifted his face to make contact with her eyes. "As much as I love your passion, how will you be at your best if you do not listen to your body?"
He tried to form words but only ward off his gaze down. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she wrapped her arms more around his shoulders. “You’ll be alright in no time.”
He snuggled further, making her sigh internally. He was large yet looking like a little boy needing attention and keep. It was a sweet whim of him to make himself small.
“Jagi…” Chanyeol said, his lips by the crook of her neck.
“Yes?”
“Will you watch once I’m okay?”
“Yeol,” she snorted at the sight of his huge puppy eyes. “I’ve been watching it online since it started.”
Chanyeol tossed and turned his head like a baby moving his head for the first time. “Noooo. What I mean is, will you watch me perform in person?”
Before she could muster an answer, an idea came to her. The next date of the musical would fall on his birthday which meant…
“I’m not sure, baby,” she gave him an apologetic smile, with her lips almost faltering to suppress something within her. Her eyes gleamed at Chanyeol’s sudden gloomy expression. She felt a little bit guilty for her response, but she knew better than that.
She took hold of her breath as they sat comfortably to where they were designated. Sehun made sure to perch himself beside her, while Jongin on the added chair alongside. Minseok and Kyungsoo failed to hide the snicker emanating from themselves.
“Never thought the two of you would become hounds,” Minseok commented while adjusting himself to his seat. The maknaes turned to him with a playful scowl.
“Chanyeol hyung said to keep an eye,” Jongin pursed his lower lip.
“Yeah but you’re KPop artists, not my bodyguards, Nini," she ruffled Jongin's hair that made him whine a bit and gave the other three to laugh about.
“And by the way,” she added while looking at each of the four. “You know the drill, okay?”
They nodded as the allotted time drew near for her to have her head-turning around until her eyes landed on the stage. A few seconds later, the whole theater inside went pitch black. Sudden whispers were everywhere as if they were insects making sounds in the dead of night. Lights dimmed from phones were the only source as the audience anticipates the start. A few reminders were alleviated among the people before proceeding to the commencement.
Musicals were magical and were an underrated form of art. The air of voices and symphonies filled the auditorium without effort like waves that come crashing against the shore with its song as if it were a siren singing and luring every person’s heart in the room. The beating in a mix of chattering had its ways in speaking to the spectators in a manner that can make the whole company sing and be united; the lifting tempo, the spirit-elevating experience, the dance movement, and the mood relaxing. It felt like the ripples of the waves of the entire staging have washed each people with so much flow it brought warmth and camaraderie. Tonight was a night of music and action, and to feel the story and its touch on human nature.
Even though screams and rousing commotion were virtually deafening, none were a diversion to her once Chanyeol made his appearance known to everyone. The podium became his gateway, an area where his character can hold onto and sing. It was where his human side dares to surface, to portray a character with vulnerability and is a mirror of himself.
Her eyes shone throughout the execution of his character. Proud was an understatement as she could not form the words how much she was overjoyed seeing him full of ardor. She could not deny he was glowing as if he was one of the stars they used to gaze upon whenever they would be in the mood for a late-night drive. Funny to say that EXO’s concept was intergalactic.
A man whom she’d never thought would enter her life and is a kind and soft soul. A man who would tell her that he’ll keep smiling like an idiot with ease and not frown. A man who was a burst of sunshine to everyone he'd met and bring happiness to their day. A man filled with passion and isn’t afraid to try new things. A man who refuses to step down due to all the hate or backlash he’d received, taking time to recover and then shine brighter.
This was Park Chanyeol.
And he illuminated like the heavenly body and leading man that he is.
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The curtain call rolled on, a choir of happy birthdays, and a very thankful man that he is, Chanyeol found himself to be facing the other EXO members, whisking him away from the platform. He was tired but seeing Jongin, Minseok, Sehun, and Kyungsoo removed any traces of fatigue. He was about to take a joke when a little dread loomed over him as if all the vibrant colors that he'd seen slowly turned into black and white. The others took in his guise immediately.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Sehun asked.
“Uhm…” he faltered. “She…she didn’t come right?”
Jongin cleared his throat while Kyungsoo didn’t bother to not inform him. “She didn’t,” Kyungsoo said. “We’re sorry.”
Chanyeol to say the least hasn't even attempted to hide his gloomy demeanor. However, from the back of his head, he understood that on the weekends it was also a nonstop show for her everyday work. While the two of them were both making ends meet, she had to work more for it, the contrast in their worlds evident. Still, he had wished she was physically present here, with his mind imagining her, smiling at him and cheering him on.
“Ah…” Minseok rubbed the back of his neck observing the playhouse as almost empty. “How about we go outside? Get some fresh air?”
The other three grunted in agreement. Together, the five of them sauntered themselves by the back entrance of the amphitheater. Chanyeol didn't notice the others simpering behind him as he lead the way out of the venue. Once by the door of the back entrance, he had his grip firm on the knob, an amount of exhale coming out of him.
“Hyung?” Sehun grasped Chanyeol’s hand, which made the older turn to him and shake his head. Chanyeol was about to open the door when he heard shouts and singing from outside. Curiosity piqued his interest as he probably assumed those were for the other cast members as he was already greeted earlier by fans and audiences alike.
Be as it may, the shock was soon registered upon his face once he swung the door open.
Standing a few feet away was a food truck with balloons, Christmas lights, and candles that greeted him. It was like he had entered an amusement park but what caught more of his attention was the person holding a birthday cake for him in front of all the decorations.
“Happy birthday,” she smiled as she held the pastry for him to see.
It was a moment where Chanyeol’s face was blank first with confusion, the cells of his brain short-circuiting for a while like cogs stuck in a machine, trying to reel in the information and view before his eyes. He stood there frozen before a grin crept to his face, from ear to ear and showing his pearly white teeth.
He was about to acknowledge her presence when out of nowhere the sounds that he heard earlier were back; appearing together with her were his cast members, fans, and even Jongdae, Junmyeon, and Yixing. Even his mother, father, and Yoora were there. Everyone that truly cherished him and made everything special on his day was present as rounds of repetitious singing of happy birthday erupted tonight.
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“I thought you weren’t going to come!” Chanyeol exclaimed as she and he took a few meters away from the still celebrating troupe that shared food among each other.
“I was but if you saw me,” she shrugged. “The surprised might be spoiled.”
“I don’t care,” he wrapped an arm around her. “You being there is already enough.”
“Cheesy,” she chuckled before she saw how serious he was, which made her look away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
Her sentence was cut off as he caught her lips with his own. In the split second they shared, notions of loving were compressed between them. The kiss was out of pureness and vulnerability. It wasn't like one of those movies that weren't even real at all. Both of them were here now; awake, connected, embracing each other's solid selves. In that kiss, they were home from one to the other. They made sure to savor the other’s lips like a written novena as they continued in lip-locking.
A final peck ended their passionate note, their foreheads touching. Her hands cupped his face as she meticulously brushed her thumb against his cheeks, a smile divided in the middle of them.
“I did well, didn’t I?” a cheeky remark came out of Chanyeol.
She laughed, her head throwing back before focusing back on him.
A/N’s NOTE: This EXO song has been playing in my head as a reference to how I feel about Chanyeol since I became an EXO-L just last year and went quickly through a roller coaster. Happiest birthday to our big ball of sunshine and my muse! May you always be healthy and happy and never let anyone take away your passion and your pure heart for the things you love. Thank you again to @bookishcatto for proofreading. I tried to write it in 2nd POV but it didn't seem fitting.
NOTE 2: Please correct me as well or call me out if there are any errors.
Genre: Fluff, Military!AU, Musical!AU, little angst.
Ratings and Warnings: None
Characters: Park Chanyeol X Female!Reader ft. the EXOs (let's just pretend the others had a military day-off for Loey's birthday)
Word Count: 2,400
Date of Publication: 27-11-2021
Legs were almost on fire at the speed as the wind offered its power, letting the self swing either to the left or to the right like a dancer prancing her way around the nightclub. The heat was almost inevitable from the lick of the sun against the skin as sweat protruded out of the glands, having the feeling of little stickiness against the clothes worn during the day.
She was running late. Goodness, as if she were running for her life. A few glances and disgruntled makeshifts were shot out of her ears. Worry etched her features as the feeling of getting distressed was slowly becoming background noise, a part of the conscious mind that is stable and unrelenting as if it was a huge blockage to a road not far.
And she might not be in time for the show, which immensely discomforted her.
The continuous vibration of her phone was almost distracting her from almost doing a marathon. She was having the urge to halt and go aside for her to take a peek from the messages that she assumed were already compiling, but another thought came to her; if she slowed down, the more delayed she’ll reach her destination. Times such as these immediate actions are attainable, but sometimes not. However, she has responsibilities, she has a mission to achieve, and right now, being apprehensive was nothing compared to the attention she should be giving to her real agenda.
A promise of attending.
“How you feeling, bud?” a creak of opening the door interrupted and abruptly woke the huge of a man lying covered in thick blankets. She made her way into the room where he laid, carrying a tray of Ginseng Chicken soup, medicine, and a glass of water.
“Mmh…” was Chanyeol’s only reply. She took to her observation how he grumbled to himself as he pulled the sheets further up his body. His eyes were half-lidded while breathing heavily, beads of perspiration rolling down his face. In that fever, he shuddered.
She could not help but feel sorry for her beau; hours of practice for his musical took a toll on him, to which he ended up being on leave for a few days, at the prescription of the musical director and someone from the military with a higher position. While all do get weak, the notion that Chanyeol himself would get ill never crossed her line of thinking. He was too much of an energetic ball to nearly be immune.
Sickness, most of the time, came in like a rollercoaster and it was happening to Chanyeol. Nevertheless, in the long stretch of well-being, it’s okay to slow down. It’s a plea of the anatomy to take a rest and to reserve the vitality flowing within. It was probably also to make up for the good in the current situation both of them were in and let the bad come to pass as if it was just a silent film watched. At the middle of Chanyeol’s muscle aches, colds, and head pains, it was a cue for him to take care of himself.
And she was also there to add in reminding.
Curving at the corner of two streets, she made herself come face-to-face with where she was headed.
“And you’re here!” not from afar, Kim Minseok held his head and hand up high, waving to her. A relieved sigh escaped her lips as she drew nearer to the man. A while and the two of them were later joined by Doh Kyungsoo, Oh Sehun, and Kim Jongin.
“Took you a while, noona,” Jongin wrapped an arm around her while Sehun on the other. Kyungsoo took a nod at her as the five of them went further into the venue, handling each of their tickets. It was a sight that wasn't only special for the four EXO members, but her, as well as groups of people categorized according to their age or mixed, we're also sharing the same feeling as they had. The place was huge, almost larger than a movie premiere, yet it had crowds gathering for only one sole performance.
A Song of Meissa, the military musical.
With the lead role portrayed by her only love.
Chanyeol shivered as he had his arms tightly wrapped around her, his face buried in her chest. After removing all traces of sweat lounged in his body and giving him a fresh shirt, a request from him to lay in her arms was almost impossible to refuse. In the wake of nourishing him with the broth and pressing a cooling patch to his forehead that was bought from the drugstore, she was now gently stroking her fingers through his hair, attempting to ease him out of his worries and sending him back to dreamland.
“B-but the musical—”
“Shh…” she pressed a kiss at his temple. “Everyone advised you to take a rest, but you didn’t hang on to their words. And here we are.”
Chanyeol couldn’t help but pout at her statement. “Jagiya…”
“Darling,” she gingerly lifted his face to make contact with her eyes. "As much as I love your passion, how will you be at your best if you do not listen to your body?"
He tried to form words but only ward off his gaze down. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she wrapped her arms more around his shoulders. “You’ll be alright in no time.”
He snuggled further, making her sigh internally. He was large yet looking like a little boy needing attention and keep. It was a sweet whim of him to make himself small.
“Jagi…” Chanyeol said, his lips by the crook of her neck.
“Yes?”
“Will you watch once I’m okay?”
“Yeol,” she snorted at the sight of his huge puppy eyes. “I’ve been watching it online since it started.”
Chanyeol tossed and turned his head like a baby moving his head for the first time. “Noooo. What I mean is, will you watch me perform in person?”
Before she could muster an answer, an idea came to her. The next date of the musical would fall on his birthday which meant…
“I’m not sure, baby,” she gave him an apologetic smile, with her lips almost faltering to suppress something within her. Her eyes gleamed at Chanyeol’s sudden gloomy expression. She felt a little bit guilty for her response, but she knew better than that.
She took hold of her breath as they sat comfortably to where they were designated. Sehun made sure to perch himself beside her, while Jongin on the added chair alongside. Minseok and Kyungsoo failed to hide the snicker emanating from themselves.
“Never thought the two of you would become hounds,” Minseok commented while adjusting himself to his seat. The maknaes turned to him with a playful scowl.
“Chanyeol hyung said to keep an eye,” Jongin pursed his lower lip.
“Yeah but you’re KPop artists, not my bodyguards, Nini," she ruffled Jongin's hair that made him whine a bit and gave the other three to laugh about.
“And by the way,” she added while looking at each of the four. “You know the drill, okay?”
They nodded as the allotted time drew near for her to have her head-turning around until her eyes landed on the stage. A few seconds later, the whole theater inside went pitch black. Sudden whispers were everywhere as if they were insects making sounds in the dead of night. Lights dimmed from phones were the only source as the audience anticipates the start. A few reminders were alleviated among the people before proceeding to the commencement.
Musicals were magical and were an underrated form of art. The air of voices and symphonies filled the auditorium without effort like waves that come crashing against the shore with its song as if it were a siren singing and luring every person’s heart in the room. The beating in a mix of chattering had its ways in speaking to the spectators in a manner that can make the whole company sing and be united; the lifting tempo, the spirit-elevating experience, the dance movement, and the mood relaxing. It felt like the ripples of the waves of the entire staging have washed each people with so much flow it brought warmth and camaraderie. Tonight was a night of music and action, and to feel the story and its touch on human nature.
Even though screams and rousing commotion were virtually deafening, none were a diversion to her once Chanyeol made his appearance known to everyone. The podium became his gateway, an area where his character can hold onto and sing. It was where his human side dares to surface, to portray a character with vulnerability and is a mirror of himself.
Her eyes shone throughout the execution of his character. Proud was an understatement as she could not form the words how much she was overjoyed seeing him full of ardor. She could not deny he was glowing as if he was one of the stars they used to gaze upon whenever they would be in the mood for a late-night drive. Funny to say that EXO’s concept was intergalactic.
A man whom she’d never thought would enter her life and is a kind and soft soul. A man who would tell her that he’ll keep smiling like an idiot with ease and not frown. A man who was a burst of sunshine to everyone he'd met and bring happiness to their day. A man filled with passion and isn’t afraid to try new things. A man who refuses to step down due to all the hate or backlash he’d received, taking time to recover and then shine brighter.
This was Park Chanyeol.
And he illuminated like the heavenly body and leading man that he is.
================================================
The curtain call rolled on, a choir of happy birthdays, and a very thankful man that he is, Chanyeol found himself to be facing the other EXO members, whisking him away from the platform. He was tired but seeing Jongin, Minseok, Sehun, and Kyungsoo removed any traces of fatigue. He was about to take a joke when a little dread loomed over him as if all the vibrant colors that he'd seen slowly turned into black and white. The others took in his guise immediately.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Sehun asked.
“Uhm…” he faltered. “She…she didn’t come right?”
Jongin cleared his throat while Kyungsoo didn’t bother to not inform him. “She didn’t,” Kyungsoo said. “We’re sorry.”
Chanyeol to say the least hasn't even attempted to hide his gloomy demeanor. However, from the back of his head, he understood that on the weekends it was also a nonstop show for her everyday work. While the two of them were both making ends meet, she had to work more for it, the contrast in their worlds evident. Still, he had wished she was physically present here, with his mind imagining her, smiling at him and cheering him on.
“Ah…” Minseok rubbed the back of his neck observing the playhouse as almost empty. “How about we go outside? Get some fresh air?”
The other three grunted in agreement. Together, the five of them sauntered themselves by the back entrance of the amphitheater. Chanyeol didn't notice the others simpering behind him as he lead the way out of the venue. Once by the door of the back entrance, he had his grip firm on the knob, an amount of exhale coming out of him.
“Hyung?” Sehun grasped Chanyeol’s hand, which made the older turn to him and shake his head. Chanyeol was about to open the door when he heard shouts and singing from outside. Curiosity piqued his interest as he probably assumed those were for the other cast members as he was already greeted earlier by fans and audiences alike.
Be as it may, the shock was soon registered upon his face once he swung the door open.
Standing a few feet away was a food truck with balloons, Christmas lights, and candles that greeted him. It was like he had entered an amusement park but what caught more of his attention was the person holding a birthday cake for him in front of all the decorations.
“Happy birthday,” she smiled as she held the pastry for him to see.
It was a moment where Chanyeol’s face was blank first with confusion, the cells of his brain short-circuiting for a while like cogs stuck in a machine, trying to reel in the information and view before his eyes. He stood there frozen before a grin crept to his face, from ear to ear and showing his pearly white teeth.
He was about to acknowledge her presence when out of nowhere the sounds that he heard earlier were back; appearing together with her were his cast members, fans, and even Jongdae, Junmyeon, and Yixing. Even his mother, father, and Yoora were there. Everyone that truly cherished him and made everything special on his day was present as rounds of repetitious singing of happy birthday erupted tonight.
================================================
“I thought you weren’t going to come!” Chanyeol exclaimed as she and he took a few meters away from the still celebrating troupe that shared food among each other.
“I was but if you saw me,” she shrugged. “The surprised might be spoiled.”
“I don’t care,” he wrapped an arm around her. “You being there is already enough.”
“Cheesy,” she chuckled before she saw how serious he was, which made her look away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
Her sentence was cut off as he caught her lips with his own. In the split second they shared, notions of loving were compressed between them. The kiss was out of pureness and vulnerability. It wasn't like one of those movies that weren't even real at all. Both of them were here now; awake, connected, embracing each other's solid selves. In that kiss, they were home from one to the other. They made sure to savor the other’s lips like a written novena as they continued in lip-locking.
A final peck ended their passionate note, their foreheads touching. Her hands cupped his face as she meticulously brushed her thumb against his cheeks, a smile divided in the middle of them.
“I did well, didn’t I?” a cheeky remark came out of Chanyeol.
She laughed, her head throwing back before focusing back on him.
