#chanyeol request

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First Bliss

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too much

This is for @multi-yeol who requested chanyeol comforting his gf after she gets sensory overload. I based this on my own experiences w sensory overload so I hope this makes you feel better!

(also tungle mobile has been loving to fuck with the formatting of my posts recently so if it looks off on mobile that’s why)

You left the party early, slipping away without even telling Chanyeol. You figured you’d walk home, calm the frantic beating of your heart and the irritability rising in your chest. It didn’t always get like this, but sometimes everything became way too much. Sometimes it was too loud, too small, too big, too everything for your brain to handle and you ended up cranky and anxious and scared.

Chanyeol called you nearly thirty minutes later when you were halfway home, voice worried, “Where are you?”

“I... left,” You said, pausing on the sidewalk.

“What?” You could hear the party sounds on the other end of the line, Chanyeol’s voice loud in your ear, “What do you mean you left?”

“I’m walking home,” You said, “I just couldn’t be there anymore. It was too much.”

There was a pause, and you could him rustling with something, “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m leaving now, I’ll pick you up. Stay where you are.”

Now you felt guilty. The whole point was to let him enjoy the party even though you couldn’t, “No, Chanyeol, it’s fine.”

“I’m not letting you walk home alone, especially not when you’re feeling like this. I’ll be right there.”

You sat down on a wooden bench near a bus stop, staring blankly out at the cars passing by while you waited for him. You understood why he was worried, but you had been so desperate to get away from it all you hadn’t cared.

Eventually Chanyeol’s car pulled up and you got in, sliding silently into the passenger seat and buckling your seatbelt. He didn’t say anything, just played something softly on the radio while he drove the two of you home.

When you got up to your apartment from the parking garage he barely let you take off your coat before he was on you, wrapping his big body around you and ushering you into the bedroom. He was always so gentle with you, so soft despite the size difference between you. He peeled you out of your party dress, putting one of his own shirts on over your head.

“Come on.”

He pulled you into bed, tugging you in against him with your face against his chest, both his arms wrapped around you. You pressed your palms to his skin, warm and soft against yours, and fought the urge to cry.

“Shh,” He soothed, fingers drawing patterns on your back, “I got you.”

“I’m sorry,” You said, voice weak.

“No, no don’t apologize,” You felt more than heard his voice, the deep murmur rumbling in his chest, “You tell me if you ever get uncomfortable or anxious. I will always take care of you.”

You pressed a kiss against his sternum and he tightened his grip around you, finally grounding you in the moment. You sighed, pressing impossibly closer and letting him gently sing you to sleep.

[baekberrie]

boyfriend! chanyeol where he kisses your worries away uwu

It was one of those nights where your insecurities and worries would get the best of you, it was hard to control such strong and overpowering feelings. The deadlines for your last and most important university project were coming closer, not missing the chance to stress you out. The date seemed so far away, yet every day seemed to fly past like minutes and all you could do was crumble under the pressure. When planning your project you had been secure about what you wanted to do and everything you planned would just sound perfect. Though you couldn’t say the same now, there were so many classmates that were so much better than you, and suddenly any other idea made much more sense than yours, you felt like every insecurity in this world was falling onto you.

You felt a hand shake your shoulder slightly, waking you up from your dazed state, blinking slightly you faced your worried boyfriend who had been calling you for the past minute. His dark and curly hair was wildly sticking in every direction, his eyebrows covered by his bangs.

“Babe is everything alright? You have been spacing out quite a lot recently.” Chanyeol spoke his worries, his soft lips twisting into a frown that would very rarely appear on his face. You just shook your head, running a hand through your hair.

“I’m okay, just a bit tired and stressed,” You assured, though Chanyeol knew you better than that, he could see it when there was more to your words. One of his hand reached for your crown, gently caressing your hair backward, your eyes closed at the comfort of his touch.

“It’s about your project, right?” Chanyeol insisted with a sigh, urging you to tell him the truth, he didn’t like to force things out of people, but he’d rather do that than letting you drown in your worries You pressed your lips into a thin line before giving up and nodding softly. His hand went from your hair to under your chin, lifting it up so that your eyes could meet.

“Why…” he whispered and your shoulders dropped.

“I- It’s just, it’s not good at all, and everyone is doing so much better than me and-” Once you had started, all of your worries rolled off your tongue and it made you feel less heavy, yet the more you thought about it, the more frustrated you got.

“Everything was going so well in the beginning, I don’t understand why everything feels the complete opposite now, like there’s something very off about my project but I can’t find the mistake and it’s making me crazy, Chanyeol I will never make it-”

“Hey, hey, stop that, do you hear me?” Chanyeol cut you off, his stern voice caught you off guard, his eyes were almost cold when you looked at him, he didn’t like it one bit, the way you thought about yourself.  Chanyeol had always been an accepting and calm person but If there was something that could throw him off, that was his girl thinking lowly of herself.

When he noticed the surprise on your face, his expression softened, knowing how you didn’t like to see him angry, because it was such a rare thing it always made you uncomfortable, but he realised to himself that it wouldn’t help you at all if he scolded you, instead he took a deep breath and slid closer to you, his body facing yours on the couch.

His hands were cupping your cheeks gently, the pads of his thumbs caressing softly your cheekbones as he looked at you deep in the eyes with what seemed to be sadness.

“What happened to my queen? The girl that didn’t let anything waver her confidence?” Chanyeol whispered, his low voice fading into the air, you shook your head and muttered an “I don’t know,” under your breath, sad to make your boyfriend disappointed too.

You almost flinched when he suddenly placed his lips on yours, softly massaging them with his own, one hand rested on your neck, gracing your jaw while the other pulled a stray hair behind your ear. His breath hitting your lips when he broke the contact.

“So far in our relationship, I haven’t seen a single thing that you can’t do. Not even while facing hard times. There are always going to be doubts in your head Y/n, but these are and will always only doubts, they won’t define the quality of your work unless you let them.” He whispered, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. When he was done he planted his lips on yours once more for a quick peck before continuing.

“And you’re a strong, talented woman, who knows exactly what she’s doing, and everyone can see that every time you stand there in your classroom, presenting your projects with profession and passion radiating off you.” His lips caressed your jaw, his hands now resting lazily on your hips.

You couldn’t help but lean into him when his lips graced your cheek, then your temple and eventually your forehead, his eyelashes tickling your skin whenever his face came closer.

“And when it’s time, I want you to stand there, with a smile on your face because you’re going to present the best essay ever presented in that university, and I bet everything I have that what you’re projecting is damn perfect and no one of your classmates can ever compete to your profession,” Chanyeol continued, and the way he was boasting you with confidence was almost making you shy as you avoided his eyes whenever he kissed you.

His lips found yours once again, teeth softly digging into your lip, making the hairs on your body stand up.

“Am I clear?” 

“Crystal.” You agreed and you were sure he could hear the smile in your voice. Without waiting too long you threw your hands around his neck, pressing yourself closer to him, his head in the crook of your neck as he placed small kisses on your skin.

“Thank you.” You breathed against his temple and you felt him smile.

“What for honey.”

Aaand there you go boo! Sorry it took such a long time but i needed inspiration, I hope you liked it🍓💕

[chan-yolo]

At Last I See the Light

A/N So, I got this ask a little while ago, and I have been working on the scenario since, I got carried away with it so it is a long one. But I hope you like it anon, and I hope I’ve done it right haha.

Genre: Fluff, Disney workers au!

Pairing: Park Chanyeol / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4419

Being a Disney princess was never something you had in mind when you thought of career prospects. To be honest you thought you were going to be an accountant. Well that’s what your family told you. But you were not good a maths, in fact you were probably the worst at it. But just because you didn’t necessarily want to be a Disney princess, didn’t mean you didn’t watch the Disney films, your favourite being Rapunzel.

Your friends always teased you about how much you would obsess over the movie, singing the songs to the point where you could sing them exactly like the character herself. Long story short, your friends had convinced you to apply for the Rapunzel role at Disney Land, and well here you were. On top of a big colourful float, dressed up as Rapunzel, your long blonde hair (not surprisingly a wig) cascading down your back in a huge braid. And beside you stood your tall friend, Chanyeol, completely decked out in Flynn Ryder gear.

Chanyeol became your Flynn Ryder the same time you became Rapunzel. You got on like a house on fire, he was probably the nicest guy you’d ever met with the biggest smile and biggest personality. You were stuck like glue and quickly became best friends. You couldn’t think of anyone else you would want to have beside you.

Chanyeol’s arm came to wrap around your waist, you looked at him, your signature smile on your face as you watched him wave out to the people watching the parade. You turned back to the crowd, waving and mouthing hellos at all the children enthusiastically waving at you. Even though being a princess wasn’t something you saw yourself as, you loved the joy on the kids’ faces when they got to meet you as Rapunzel. You could see the end of the line coming as the doors where the floats disappeared into was getting closer. You waved for the last time at a small family at the end before disappearing behind the scenes.

You let out a sigh, relaxing into the hold Chanyeol still had around your waist. Your hands came to rub your cheeks, trying to rub the stiffness out of them from all the smiling you had just done. Chanyeol let go of you to make his way down the steps required to get off the huge float, you followed him, cautious of where you stepped. Half way down you felt his arms wrap around your waist, helping you the rest of the way. It was a routine now, but it still made your heart flutter every time you felt him touch you. Once down you turned to face your giant friend. He gave you a wide smile, pinching your cheek.

“Yeol, it hurts!” You whined at him rubbing your cheek.

“You’d think you’d be used to all the smiling by now.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders leading you out.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for that amount of unnatural smiling a day, how do you do it?” You laughed at him.

“I have my favourite princess next to me, that’s how.” He squeezed you in a side hug, making you shake your head, hoping he didn’t see the little blush dusting your cheeks.

“At least that’s nearly it for the day.” You wrapped your arm around his waist, smiling at some of your friends who walked past you. “Come on, we need to get changed we have a character meeting to go to.” You went to push him in the direction of the guys changing rooms. He pulled you back, enveloping you in a hug, your face squishing into his chest.

“See you in a bit princess.” Your rolled your eyes at his nickname. Pulling away from him.

“See you in a bit.”

. . .

When you walked into the small meeting room, you knew you were late, everyone was there, and they were just waiting on you. Everyone’s eyes locked onto your form, and you flicked your gaze quickly to Chanyeol, before bowing your head slightly in apology making your way to the seat next to your tall friend.

“Sorry, the wig was being difficult.” You spoke in a small voice, some of the girls gave you sympathetic looks, knowing what it was like to have to deal with the wigs day in and day out.  Chanyeol wrapped an arm around the back of your chair, as if on instinct, his fingers moving to twirl a strand of your hair as he looked to the front of the room. You smiled to yourself at the feeling, never getting bored of it.

“Okay guys, great work today on the parades, you’re all doing a great job.” The team leader at the front smiled, clasping his hands together while looking over some sheets of paper.

“Now, we have something exciting coming up, and we’re sure it’s going to be a lot of fun, and it gives you all a chance to showcase your talents. We’re doing a show that will come on every day, the information is in the packs we are giving to you, if you could just pass them around.” The leader, Thomas you remembered his name was, started handing out information packs. When they reached you, your opened the booklet immediately, to see all the information planned down to a t.

“Now you will need to go through a whole new course of training, well rehearsals really, as there will be songs to learn, lines and choreography.” At the word choreography you turned your gaze to Chanyeol, seeing how he tensed up at the prospect of having to dance. “In the packet you all have your assigned rehearsal times, you have all the lyrics as well as a CD in there, and a DVD where you can learn the dance in your free time. There will be a follow up meeting tomorrow where we will talk to you individually and be more thorough, any questions?” A silence followed the question, no one having anything to add to the meeting.

“Brilliant, I’ll see you all tomorrow.” At that, everyone started packing up getting ready to leave. Walking out the door with Chanyeol in tow, you reached the parking lot, walking in silence, which was strange for the tall man.

“Yeol are you okay.” You turned around to face him, reaching his car and leaning up against it as your eyes scanned his face.

“Yeah, it’s just the dancing, I can’t dance, you know that.” He pouted at you.

“In all honesty I have never seen you dance, dabbing doesn’t count.” You pointed at him, making him smile. “Chan, you’re talented, insanely so, you can sing and act and play an array of instruments, you’re a prince for goodness sake, I’m pretty sure you’ll pick up dancing easily with practice, that’s what the classes are for, besides, you have me to help you.” Your hand encircled his wrist, rubbing it soothingly. He took you into a hug, his head resting on top of yours, letting out a sigh.

“What would I do without you?”

“Crash and burn.” You mumbled into his chest, causing him to let out a deep chuckle.

. . .

It had been a few weeks and every day was a routine of mostly practice for this show, and sometimes working in the park. Though the heavy amount of practice was taking its toll on Chanyeol, and he was feeling completely stressed out. Which is why he was currently nursing a beer and looking like a kicked puppy on your sofa. You shifted so your legs were in his lap, glancing this face to see it full of frustration. You leaned forward to put your own beer on the table, leaning back into the armrest, you nudged Chanyeol’s thigh with your foot, until he turned away from the movie currently playing on your TV and looking at you.

“What’s up?” You tilted your head to the side, eyes scanning his face, heart skipping at the adorable expression it adorned.

“Nothing.” He huffed, turning back to the TV, leaning his head into the palm of his hand, his elbow resting on the armrest on his side of the couch. You lifted your feet off his lap, moving into a kneeling position, you shuffled closer to your friend, moving so you were flush up against his side, your face resting on his shoulder, staring at the side of his face intently.

“Yeol, you’re lying.” Your hand came up to tug lightly on his earlobe, before sneaking to the back of his neck and playing with the fine hair there. You lifted your head up, looking over his profile as he let out a frustrated groan.

“I can’t dance y/n, I’ve been trying but I’m not getting anywhere.” He turned his head to look at you, your faces now only centimetres apart, your heart rate picked up at him being so close to you. Your eyes traced his face, homing in on the small pout on his lips. You were shaken out of your trance by the puff of warm air he let out in a sigh, making you move back quickly to your side of the couch. Leaning forwards, you picked up the TV remote and your beer, pausing Zootopia and taking a swig from your bottle before you turned back to an expectant Chanyeol.

“What makes you think you’re not getting anywhere?” leaning his head back on the sofa Chanyeol raised his own bottle to his lips, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m nowhere near as good as anyone else, I’m nowhere near as good as you.” You watched as he took his own swig of the alcoholic drink, watching as his Adams apple bob with each gulp he made.

“You’re doing better than you think.” Your eyes trailed the expanse of his neck, running over his collar bone that was peeking out from his loose shirt. At this point you knew the beer was hazing your inhibitions, but you were at a stage where you were comfortable with the haze the alcohol brought you. “Come on lets practice.” Chanyeol’s head shot in your direction, watching you as you placed your beer down again, pushing yourself off the sofa and scooting round to the other side of the table where there was more room. You looked back at Chanyeol, your arms outstretched as you smiled at him.

“Come on.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea, we’ve been drinking…” hesitantly he sat up, debating the situation.

“You need to loosen up, the beer helps.” You nodded enthusiastically at him. sighing he pushed himself up, moving towards you. Your smile widened as you turned to face him, looking at him encouragingly. Pulling the phone out of your back pocket you scrolled through your music library to find your duet song you had downloaded a few days ago, pressing play and setting it on the coffee table.

“Okay, you’ve got this.” You went into hold, his left hand taking your right into his, while his other hand settled on your waist loosely. You moved your freehand down to the one that was holding your waist, pushing it so he gripped onto you tighter. “This is a couple dance, not an awkward teen disco, you can hold me Yeol.” You smiled teasingly at him. His shoulders relaxed at the comment, his brain catching up with the fact he didn’t need to be cautious around you. Moving your hand up to his broad shoulder, you looked at his face, seeing the doubt masking it.

“Okay, now the movement is just a simple waltz, easy, right?” Chanyeol nodded half-heartedly looking down at his feet, just like he did in every session. Your hand moved away from his shoulder to cup his chin, tilting his head so he could look you in the eyes, you moved to cup his cheek as you smiled at him.

“Just look at me okay?” He nodded again, before starting to lead you in a waltz, you smiled up at him, your hand that was once on his cheek, squeezing his shoulder encouragingly. “See you’ve got this.” He smiled at you as you started to travel the small expanse of your living room.

“Do you remember the spins?” You whispered out to him, relaxing into his hold completely.

“I think so.” His eyes dashed between your own.

“Okay let’s try them.” Chanyeol spun you once successfully, his face glowing with happiness that he got it right, though when he tried to pick you up and spin you for the lift in the choreography, his foot got caught on the furniture, causing him to fall landing with a thud on his back. You let out a yelp of surprise, falling with him, your head hitting his chest. You let out a groan lifting your head up to look at the clumsy man you had fell on.

“You okay?” You groaned out, head immediately falling back down to rest in the crook of his neck. Chanyeol let out a groan like your own.

“Yeah, just a bit dizzy, are you okay?” His hand started rubbing your back, soothing circles in to the skin.

“Yeah, I had you to break my fall.” You leaned up smiling at him.

“Maybe beer was a bad idea.” Chanyeol chuckled up at you. Though you didn’t move to respond, you were stuck in a trance, a trance where the only thing you could feel was the way his hands soothed circled into the bottom of your back, a trance where your eyes would not break away from the curvature of his lips as they stayed upturned in his playful smile, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think straight, but hell even through this, the words ‘Kiss him’ were being screamed throughout your mind.

“Y/n? Are you sure you’re okay?” You flicked your gaze to his own, your lips parting causing his own gaze to follow the movement, as if you had swapped roles. His hands stopped moving on your lower back, one moving to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched as the same hand cupped your chin, thumb running across your lower lip. You watched, barely breathing, as his eyes intently watched the movement of his thumb on your lips. The brown orbs you loved so much stared back into your own for a brief second before moving back. Moving his hand to the back of your head, he started to push you towards his own, looking at you tentatively as he leant up, his nose now brushing yours.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was deep, raspy, but hesitant, as if he didn’t want to break the silence you were having, but he needed to ask the question. You gave him a nod, not being able to verbalise your want for his lips on your own, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. His stare followed the movement, moving forward to place his own lips where your tongue once was.

His lips were slightly chapped and tasted of beer, but it felt wonderful. His lips moved over yours quickly. Once. Twice. Three times. Before moving over, them a fourth time, though slower, as if he was taking his time with this one. His tongue peeked out sheepishly, licking at your bottom lip which made you let out a small involuntary sigh you hoped he didn’t hear. He did. You parted from each other, both sharing the same frantic look in your eyes. You had just kissed your best friend. He had just kissed you.

“Sorry.” Chanyeol’s response was quick, and you sat up, unconsciously sitting in his lap as he rose following you.

“It’s fine.” You whispered back, lips still tingling from Chanyeol’s being pressed against them mere moments ago. Chanyeol let out a cough, his hands reaching for your own, playing with your fingers.

“Fine?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I do it again?”  You could literally feel your cheeks heat up with his question. Your mind was literally screaming yes. But all you could do is smile shyly and nod. Where had your speech gone to? God knows. Cupping your face again, Chanyeol kissed you with slightly more confidence, his kisses slow, his tongue teasing your own. You were on fire, every part of you heating up at his kisses and touches.

This is how you remained for most of the night. Sharing giggles and kisses on your living room floor, until you both fell asleep, saving an explanation for the morning.

. . .

The next morning you woke up with a sore back but at least you were warm. Opening your eyes, you came face to face with a sleeping Chanyeol. Butterflies started to manifest in your stomach at the thought of last night. Then your anxieties settled in. what if he was drunk? What if he regretted it this morning and it was all a heat of the moment thing?

Carefully you pushed his lanky arm from your waist, managing to stand up silently, stepping over the tall child and making your way to the kitchen. Once there you let out a groan, trying to stretch the muscles in your back and soothe them. Regretting falling asleep on your floor. You busied yourself with making tea.

Leaning against the counter, you sipped at the hot liquid, thoughts drifting back to the way Chanyeol’s lips felt on yours. You had liked him for so long, and now there was a chance he could like you back. The possibility he doesn’t sent a cold shiver up your spine, making you hug the warm cup of tea to your chest.

“Morning.” You looked up at the sound of Chanyeol’s gravelly voice. He sent you a warm smile which you returned, watching him walk over to you.

“Morning” You barely whispered back, peaking at him from over the mug in your hands. He stopped in front of you, taking the mug and bringing it to his own lips, taking a sip.

“Your floor is uncomfortable.” His eyes flickered to the cupboard beside your head, the awkwardness of last night filtering into the early morning.

“I don’t usually sleep on it so…” Your own stare landed on his hands wrapped around your Rapunzel mug he had gotten you a while back.

“Maybe we should use the bed next time.” Your eyes shot up at his remark, surprised that he was already staring at you, his gaze strong as it held your own.

“Maybe we should.” You couldn’t stop the shy smile from overtaking your face, causing Chanyeol’s own smile to bloom, a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. Reaching forwards, you commandeered your mug, giving him another smile before drinking the rest of your tea.

“So…” Chanyeol scratched the back of his head, looking back to the spot on the cupboard next to you. “How long have you liked me?” At this you choked on your tea. Turning around you placed the mug in your sink, still coughing up the liquid you inhaled. Chanyeol’s large hand rubbed circles into you back trying to soothe you.

“What?” You spluttered, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You do like me, right? I didn’t read this wrong?” You turned around to face your tall friend, making him take a small step back away from you.

“You didn’t.” You pulled down the sleeves of your jumper, fiddling with the fabric that fell past your fingers. “I do like you, I have for a while.” Your eyes nervously moved down to stare at your tiled floor, a swarm of butterflies frantically flying around in your stomach, making you uneasy.

“Oh, thank god.” You looked up to find Chanyeol with a hand on his chest and his eyes closed, as if he had just had the biggest fright. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I was so worried that you would say last night was a mistake.”

“You didn’t think it was?” You asked, eyes wide, fingers twisting the sleeves of your jumper, heart racing in anticipation.

“No, If anything I should’ve kissed you sooner, like six months ago when I knew I liked you.” A huge smile was plastered on your face at his words.

“You like me?” Your voice was small, happiness evident in it. Chanyeol moved closer, his hands moving to your own, stopping your from continuing your nervous habit, intertwining his fingers with your own instead.

“A lot.” He nodded at you, sharing your smile. Your face landed on his chest, and you wriggled in your spot, your heart exploding with happiness.

“Yeooool.” You whined out, shaking your head.

“What?” You heard him let out a chuckle. Looking up at him you smiled, your cheek pushed into his chest.

“How am I supposed to work now?” you laughed, shaking your head.

“It’s fine, it’ll make being a Disney couple even more believable, because we don’t have to hide it anymore.” You hid your face back into his chest. His long arms came to wrap around your waist as he hugged you to him, placing a soft kiss on your head, laughing at your cuteness.

. . .

Weeks went past full of dance, vocal and script practices, fittings were being done and everything was drawing closer to the first performance. Chanyeol had been getting a lot better at dancing, everyone complimented him on how good he was but he still had doubts.

Your relationship with Chanyeol hadn’t changed that much, even though you hadn’t established what you were, your touches lingered and were full of care, the smiles were more meaningful, the newest developments were the kisses you would get at random points in the day. Soft, quick and playful. Different to the ones he would give you on his couch every night, while you were supposed to be watching a drama or practicing your lines. Which was what you were doing right now. You knew you needed to practice, but once Chanyeol’s lips were pressed to your own, it was like getting the first sip of water after a drought.

His tongue battled with yours as he deepened the kiss, earning soft little whimpers from you. His body was pressed over your own, as you leaned against the armrest of the couch, your legs parted for him to settle comfortably in-between them. His big hands were holding you gently, one on your waist and the other on your cheek, thumb soothingly rubbing the soft skin. You pulled away from hiss kisses, enough to stop it, but not enough so you weren’t touching, his lips still grazing your own.

“The performance is tomorrow.” Your voice was a low whisper, not wanting to disturb the moment, but knowing you had to.

“I know.” Chanyeol’s eyes were still closed as he captured your lips in another kiss. You pulled away again, trying not to get sucked into the pleasure that comes with just being near him.

“I have to go.” At this, Chanyeol’s eyes opened, scanning over your flushed face. He sat up bringing you with him, so that you were resting in his lap, legs either side of him.

“You can stay if you want.” Another small kiss was left on your lips, followed by a series of pecks scattered around your face, until he made his way down to the cook of your neck. Giving you soft kisses, careful not to mark the skin.

“I can’t, you know we’ll be late tomorrow if I stay over.” Your fingers threaded through his hair, playing with the soft brown strands that you loved. He tilted his head up pouting at you. Leaning down you pecked his lips, before leaving a kiss on his nose. “You’ll see me tomorrow.” He let out a sigh before picking you up and placing you on the floor, wrapping you in a hug, he swayed the both of you from side to side in the middle of his living room.

“Fine, but you’re staying over tomorrow.” He looked down at you, kissing your forehead as you nodded, finally letting you leave to go to your bed, reluctantly, but you finally left.

. . .

The performance was in full swing, and it was a sold-out show. Everyone was doing so well, there were no slip ups, and you had made it to the last performance. Chanyeol had aced every dance, and you couldn’t help but be so proud of him.

As the show came to an end you all took your time to wave and bow at the audience before heading backstage. And as everyone was heading to get out of costume, you ran the opposite way, trying to find Chanyeol.

Soon enough you found your tall friend. You called out his name and he turned around, smile wide on his face. As soon as you reached him you engulfed him in a hug as he lifted you at the same time. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his own had a strong hold on your waist.

“You did it! I’m so proud of you, I knew you could.” You gushed at him, almost tearful with the amount of pride you held.

“I couldn’t have without you.” He smiled at you before setting you down. You smiled at each other, so enamoured by the other that you nearly forgot where you were. You started to pull away, needing to get changed, but he stopped you, puling you into him again.

“Y/n?” His voice was low, his eyes sparkling with excitement. You nodded at him to continue. “I wanted to tell you that morning in your kitchen, but I was too nervous, but I know that if I don’t tell you I’ll regret it.” He let out a long shaky breath, his smile never leaving his face.

“Y/n, I’m in love with you.” Your heart stopped, just to pick up and beat erratically. A smile bloomed on your face and you almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“That’s good, because I’m in love with you too.” You giggled out, your response soothing the worried lines that had come to crease Chanyeol’s forehead. He dipped down to capture your lips with his, the kiss soft and loving, the reality of the moment causing the both of you to smile into the kiss, breaking apart you smiled up at each other, before kissing each other again. Never wanting to let go of each other.

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❝ I also like your lips... and not only that ❞

Plot: You’re a member of a SM’s group and your group covers “Forever” by Exo and you rap Chanyeol’s part, so he went to talk to you because he thinks you’re really good but then something happens.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Words count: 4,1k+

Genre: Angst/fluff in the end 

Warning: Triggering contents 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

That day you didn’t want to talk to anyone. Yet you were forced to sit in the rehearsal room and collaborate with others to decide which cover to bring on stage. Your manager had given you a list of what the management had decided to offer you and it had been just that to destroy your mood that morning.  

They promised you the freedom to choose what you liked and instead it had been just an excuse, as always.  

Idol life gave a lot of it, but it took off as well. As for example the freedom to decide for anything.  

Sujin’s and Marie voices kept resonating in the room, annoying you slightly even though you were aware that that situation wasn’t even their fault. Indeed, you were grateful that they were trying to satisfy the tastes of all six, even though it was difficult indeed impossible.  

“Unnie, what do you think?”  

The delicate voice of the Maknae, the sweet and innocent Hyojin, came to your right and you turned the face slightly to look at her. She managed to snatch you a little smile, with her delicate face, her big and loveable and full of expectations eyes and the smile perfectly outlined on those heart-shaped lips.  

“That’s all right.”  

“You don’t look happy, Unnie. Something wrong? ” The concern in her voice made you smile, it was the youngest but she was always the one that cared most of all; obviously after your leader. “You look tired..”  

“I’m, I slept badly tonight..”  

“Have you been practicing late? UNNIE!!!! ”  

Hyojin’s shouting captured the attention of the other four, who in one movement turned towards you and looked exactly at you. You were embarrassed, you hated being nagged because you were always the clumsy one and causing trouble on trouble; so you would lower your head and bite your lower lip with strength, waiting for someone to tell something to you.  

“Y/N, have you slept badly..?” Seoyoung, as well as the charismatic and perfect leader, asked you and approaching and stroking your shoulder while a sense of relief pervaded you. It was clear that you wouldn’t be scolded that time.  

“Yes.. It’s just a period, that’s all Unnie.. ” You whispered, keeping your gaze down; “Even my studies doesn’t help..”  

“We decide the song, you go and throw yourself on the mat and rest a little. Okay? ”  

“Unnie, me too, (too)!” Hyojin began to ask hopping on the spot and you noticed your leader raise her eyes to heaven but eventually agree, so both of you walked away from the small group and you lay on the mat. Immediately Hyojin clung to your arm, like a little koala, and you let her do it because she could instill a sense of calm that you desperately needed.  

“Unnie?”  

“Mh, Hyojin?”  

“I love you, thank you for being my Unnie.” She murmured and you didn’t know what to say, caught by surprise by that sudden confession. You weren’t the best to express your feelings openly, your fame was to be the cold princess of the group, so you simply kissed her forehead with sweetness. All knew that for you the little gestures were more important than words and therefore they understood thanks to them that the affection that you felt for them was intense and above all sincere.  

~ ~

“We did it!!!!!”  

A grunt after that yell remembered that you were still in the rehearsal room and the Maknae next to you had started hiding her face against your arm, obviously vexed for that unexpected awakening.  

You smiled with more lightness, feeling even better after that little nap, rubbing your eyes and then laying your gaze towards the other four that had begun to scream and jump in circles. That was one of the reasons why they put you in the group because you were always soothing their behaviors when they were too excited.  

The umpteenth grunt took you to giggle, freeing your arm from Maknae’s firm grip and getting from the mat you had to regain the balance because a violent dizzy spell had almost thrown you back on the soft fabric.  

It lasted a handful of seconds and after a deep breath, you returned to normal, ignoring that little event and walking towards your friends.  

“Y/N, we have chosen the song!!!!!”  

“That is?”  

“I’ll make you listen to, we know you’ll love it,” JooMi yelled, approaching you and starting to search the song on her phone.  

The wait was almost unnerving for you as you still had the warmth of the nap and Hyojin on your skin, but when the first notes of the song resonated near your ear you totally froze, keeping your gaze fixed on a point of the wall.  

That song was your worst nightmare in those days, but you didn’t mention it to your companions because they’d tease you. The problem was you knew which part you were going to cover and this brought you back to your main problem.  

The reason you hated that song, the reason you hated the whole album it was about.  

The problem was that the voice of Park Chanyeol provoked in you the most disparate sensations and you didn’t know how to confront them. You didn’t even understand how it was possible for a simple voice to lull you until you fell asleep, but could get you angry after two seconds.  

Their voices were in perfect balance with each other, like every single time, and you would notice how Sehun had improved over time, how Minseok’s and Junmyeon vocals were well delineated in the background, every single thing you could hear, you heard it.  

First of all his voice.  

“Then??????”  

“For me it’s okay, just let’s do this special stage.” You muttered, your mood darkened in the lap of three minutes and fifty seconds, while around you the total chaos burst again. Only the leader’s gaze remained on you for more time, but you pretended a smile and returned to your place; On the mat, making a sleepy Hyojin sleeping again in a few minutes.  

That had practically become your own hell and you had no way out.  

~ ~

Maybe it was the fear of ruining that rapped part, but you had spent every free minute practicing. Self-esteem wasn’t a problem for you, you knew not to be as bad as a rapper but there stood the firm conviction of you with some positive qualities. You weren’t the best of girls when it comes to dancing, often you stumbled with words so you never did any kind of speech that lasted more than ten seconds and above all you had ranked yourself last in the classific of “who is the most beautiful among the Lullabies??  

The lights on the stage didn’t provoke you anymore the annoyance of the beginnings, after three years you were quite accustomed to them, so when you heard technician’s voice murmuring in the earbud to put in the position you were the first to obey; avoiding one of the dazzling lights to blind you.  

The biggest problem? EXO was behind the scenes, they had been informed of your special stage, and had stopped more than the time to watch it. You knew each other, the same company dictated the thread of both of your destiny, but you always tried to avoid any contact with Chanyeol. Not because he was a bad person, you were aware of how charismatic and sweet he was as a boy, but you were also aware of the effect he had on you. Effect that after all those years you still had to understand.  

It was like a bubble that swelled in your chest, which softened all your rude side, which subdue the edges of your personality. Every time the name "Chanyeol” flew in the air, your smile was accentuated and you were agreeing with the strangest ideas. Every time he smiled at you because it happened that your attempts to avoid him weren’t successful, that bubble in your chest became even bigger, your heart made a double deadly leap and you found yourself having to spray ice water on your face to start breathing normally.  

The first notes resonated in your ears and everything became lighter, you became lighter because, in spite of every negative side, performing was your dream since always.  

None of you missed the steps of the choreography that they had created exactly for you despite not being your own song; none of you missed a single note and the public screamed as they went mad while you all kept shining on stage.  

And when it was your time, you started rapping with confidence and moving to the stage by interacting the audience, making some winks at the guys present for you, moving sensually your body as they had taught you to do. The words flowed fast, clean, perfect from your mouth and the thought that Chanyeol was observing how you caressed the words that he had pronounced provoked a knot to the mouth of your stomach, which you ignored completely.  

The performance ended in the most intense applause, all six of you bowed deeply to thank the present and almost ran down the stage hearing your manager call you back in the earbud.  

You paraded the little mic from both ears and followed the others, staying a few steps back, observing how their happiness was contagious and all around them complemented and congratulating for the beauty of the performance. You weren’t the oldest one of them, but sometimes you felt as you were.  

The dressing room that you had shared with another group before the stage was now empty, so you could throw yourself on one of the small sofas next to Hyojin, which still gasps babbled on how she loved to be able to sing the part of her bias, the phantasmagoric Byun Baekhyun.  

A delicate knock at the door caught all of surprise and your manager went out to see who had been knocking. After not even two seconds the giant, with big ears that reminded those of Yoda, with a fascinated smile and his long legs entered the room, caught everyone by surprise.  

You watched him with your eyes wide open, feeling the famous bubble of emotion to start boiling inside your chest so that you should look away from him because you didn’t want him to notice your intense stare from a few moments before.  

“Sunbaenim!”  

Fortunately, no one had called him Oppa, even though you were all younger than him, and he smiled even more widely by waving to your bandmates. His gaze, however, was upon you, he hadn’t forsaken you even for a second. His staring had made you blush slightly, but you could have pointed that blush to the performance that was just ended.  

“Girls, you’ve been great on stage! Indeed, even the others have thought but they’re all shy, so I lost to stone, paper, and scissors so they sacrificed me to tell that. Although I don’t mind at all! ” He spoke so quickly that there was a second of astonished silence after, but then they all relaxed and thanked him with just as much warmth and kindness. Then he and the leader communicated with their glance, you knew that they were big friends, in reality, making you curious but being in your nature not to put your nose in the others’ business you remained silent, sitting on the sofa waiting for that torture to end.  

“Y/N?”  

You were so much on clouds that you didn’t realize that there was no one in the room or anyone you knew well enough that you could hide behind it. Just him and you, completely alone.  

“Sunbeanim.”  

“I think you must hate me if you keep avoiding me this way.” He said, embarrassed as he caressed his nape, remaining standing in the middle of the room; “Did I do something wrong in these years?”  

“God Sunbeanim, No! It’s me.. I’m introverted and shy with the boys, it’s not you. ”  

The lies weren’t your forte and the way you had replied, so quickly, biting your lower lip sinking the teeth into the soft flesh as if you wanted to tear it, had made Chanyeol understand what was going on.  

“If so, then it’s okay. Anyway, you were really amazing, you know? I think you should perform in my place with EXO. ”  

The smile that he gave you shortly after provoked a slight dizziness because it was so bright and sincere that it was impossible not to undergo the effects. His perfect teeth were so bright and that was his famous “Smile” as an idiot, who never stopped showing off to cheer up everyone’s mood.  

“Sunb–”  

“Chanyeol.” He stopped and rectified you and you nodded, smiling at him; “Chanyeol is fine, Y/N.”  

“All right.. I saw your performance before, and.. Wow, always spectacular. ”  

It was his turn to blush slightly onto his cheeks, but you find him extremely cute. At that moment you didn’t know what to say or do, that slight redness that colored his cheekbones had sent in total loop your mind. You could only think of how adorable he was while embarrassed he kept scratching the back of his head, so to break that strange spell that you were wearing you turned and recovered the bottle of water that one of the staff had given you, starting to drink to small sips.  

It wasn’t immediate, but the feeling that water had a strange taste struck you immediately but you didn’t think too much about that, maybe you had a bad taste in your mouth from before.  

A deaf thump in the hallway intrigued both of you and so you turned to the door, while you were starting to feel a strange sense of vertigo to make you stay unsteady on your legs. You classify it as fatigue until the door of the changing room burst open and the other girls; with your manager; looked at you totally shocked.  

“Y/N; Did you drink that water?? ” Your manager asked running towards you, while Chanyeol turned to look at you and on his face, you noticed the same astonishment that you were sure was painted on yours. The manager tore the bottle from your hand while you felt that even the tall guy had approached you, his hand was on your elbow and he was looking you more worried because of the reactions of the others.  

Suddenly you felt a strange feeling into your throat and you tried to say something, but the muscle closed with so much violence as to prevent you from breathing.  

“Y/N, did you drink that fucking water?”  

“Yes, manager-nim, I saw it myself.” Replied Chanyeol to your place while your eyes were wide open when the feeling into your throat became more and more intense, totally suffocating. You couldn’t breathe and your head was starting to spin more and more violently so that you cling to Chanyeol’s white shirt preventing yourself to fall.  

“Y/N!” The Maknae yelled seeing you almost falling on the ground, but Chanyeol’s strong arms were already ready to take you while fear began to transform those lines, so cheerful and relaxed until a few minutes before.  

“C-Ch.. Chan.. I ca.. I c-can’t breat–  ”  

And that attempt to make him realize that you couldn’t breathe turned into total darkness.  

~ ~

The first sensation was something soft against the tip of your fingers. The second was something equally soft that touched your cheek, tracing the line of your cheekbone down to your lips without touching them.  

It was almost annoying to melt for that delicate touch and not be able to savor it on the lips.  

Shortly after the indistinct sounds were able to make you return, at least partially, into the world of consciousness. You could perceive various voices, but you couldn’t distinguish to whom they belonged to.  

Your throat burned, almost if someone had poured some hot oil into it and let burn every single point of the flesh.  

“Can you go out?? You’re making a fuss. ”  

- Who’s bothering me? No, don’t send them away.. It’s nice to hear them.. - You thought, without being able to open your eyes or talk. Your eyelids were heavy and the touch on your face was too pleasant, delicate and almost fearful to make it stop with the mere fact of opening your eyes.  

Slowly the silence fell into the room, but strangely those caresses didn’t cease at all. Perhaps the person who was touching your cheek was the quietest and was allowed to stay, you couldn’t understand.  

“Y/N..?”  

A deep voice called your name but your mind was too foggy to connect a face to that voice, although it sounded very familiar.  

“Y/N..? God.. At least you’re alive.. We’re all worried, you know? If you open your beautiful and expressive eyes we would all be more relieved.. I especially. " 

It was such a desperate and begging request that you would find yourself using all the forces you possessed to open your eyes. And after yet another attempt your eyelids rose little, fortunately the light was dim and didn’t bother your eyes, and a figure stood before you.  

"Y/N? Fuck, you’re opening your eyes! ” Exclaimed the voice, much more enthusiastic and relaxed, while you finally managed to focus the blurry figure in front of you.  

And Chanyeol’s huge smile greeted you, making you smile slightly in return even if you wanted to tell him something. But your vocal chords didn’t cooperate and you knew that wasn’t a good sign.  

“Nono, don’t talk.. You can’t, at least not immediately. But you’re awake, I have to go tell the girls. ” He did to get up but immediately you squeezed his shirt sleeve and blocked him from leaving.  

You didn’t want to, his presence was a balm to you at that time, the only thing that prevented you from having a panic attack. Because the memories of what had happened were beginning to flow into your mind and you were afraid to stay alone. He looked at you, then lowered his gaze to your hand that clung to him and smiled again, with even more sweetness while opting for the bed instead of the chair where he was sitting before.  

“All right, I’m staying here.. Do you need anything? Water? I’ve to raise your pillow? Tell me everything. ”  

You raised an eyebrow upset of the last words that had left his mouth and only after he realized that you couldn’t speak, apologizing with a small smile that forced your heart to beat faster. It would have been perfectly bearable that accelerated beating if the machine hadn’t started to resonate at that pace, making it clear to Chanyeol that your heart had decided to dance the samba at that time. But he said nothing, rather pretended not to notice while his attention was totally concentrated on you.  

“Stupid question.. Want to know what happened..? ”  

With a little nod, you told him that yes, you wanted to know what happened because you couldn’t understand. You hadn’t been well in those days, but you were strong enough to never collapse.  

“An anti-fan has managed to evade security and.. I mean the staff guy who gave you the bottle of water, remember? He wasn’t part of the staff.. And in the water there was poison.. Fortunately, we took you to the hospital and the doctors did their job promptly. It wasn’t a lethal dose though. ” He explained with stoic voice, his jaw was hard due to the anger and his hands clenched into fist resting on his thighs.  

The information took hold in your mind, nesting and a shiver of panic crossed your back. You would have wanted to scream because someone tried to hurt you and you couldn’t understand why.  

Perhaps your gaze exuded your panic because Chanyeol’s expression softened and he immediately began to stroke your cheek, in an attempt to calm you down. 

“Hey, Y/N.. Calm down, you’re safe now. That boy’s already been arrested, okay? The girls are out, even your manager and.. I’m here. No one can hurt you. ” He murmured trying to comfort you, though it was difficult to outsource and get the pain out without the chance to speak.  

The tears began to run along your cheeks, you were no longer the strong and exuberant of the group, you couldn’t hold back. That collapse in front of Chanyeol was something unwanted, but he said nothing but simply pushed the call button for the nurse and stretched out on the bed next to you. While you were a sobbing mess he bent his long legs so he could stay in the bed, he wrapped an arm around your hips and made you turn paying attention to the drip.  

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t attempt to comfort you with words, but he simply hugged you. With firmness and sweetness, the only two things that were useless for you at that moment.  

Chanyeol was the only light in that moment of total darkness.  

~ ~

After four weeks you were finally able to go on stage. It was your first time at the Dream Concert and it was like a little dream come true.  

After four weeks of talking to a psychologist, events known only to the other girls and to your manager, you finally realized that you could do it. It wasn’t easy, you were scared of anything once you left the hospital, but nobody blamed you.  

You found out that that boy hated you without apparent reason and was simply a fan that had pushed himself too far. You weren’t the first nor the last one who had suffered similar accidents, but your armor had finally crumbled. You were fragile in front of everyone and you were scared.  

Slowly you took control of yourself, but you wondered if it was your fault too. Did you know how the fans called you and spent the nights asking you “and if it was because I can’t even open myself with my fans?” What if it was? What if?  

You started making more efforts. You talked more, even if you were embarrassed and tried to be sweeter with others. Hyojin never left your side, it was like a shadow and you started to feel a more special affection for her.  

You were reborn and you couldn’t be happier.  

You were lost in thought as you walked through the backstage hallways, observing some of the letters you had taken from the fans who waited outside to attend the concert. They were all letters full of love and you could only to smile at that sight, but you wouldn’t notice the person in front of you. The clash wasn’t violent, but you would lose balance and immediately a pair of strong and firm arms prevented you from falling on the ground.  

“I start to think that you do it on purpose to fall to the end in my arms.” A deep voice, that you could recognize everywhere, chuckled and his scent pierced your nostrils.  

By raising your gaze, your eyes lingered on his soft and full lips, moving him immediately because you felt while he was watching you. You cleaned your throat, resting your hands on his arms and managing to hear the bundles of muscles tense because of his keeping you tight.  

“You caught me Chanyeol, damn.” You answered with a smile, while he finally put you in an upright position and loosened his grip without interrupting the contact yet. He simply put a hand on your shoulder, brushed it from above the delicate fabric of the blouse you wore.  

“I knew it for a long time, my hugs are irresistible.”  

“Of course……”  

“Ready for our special stage??”  

The idea of having a duet with Chanyeol excited you for days, perhaps even for that reason you had quickly agreed to participate at the concert. You somehow wanted to thank Chanyeol for what he had done for you that day and later.  

Among you two was born a friendship and professional relationship that had practically conquered both your group and EXO so that they had been proposing that collaboration.  

“Never been more ready, Channie.” You murmured, slightly embarrassed because you used that nickname but you were sure that other people already used it.. o so you hoped.  

“I like how it sounds.”  

“What..?”  

“My nickname on your mouth..” He said without hesitation, watching you carefully and enjoyed the redness that immediately had spread on your cheeks. And that bubble, that of happiness and thoughtlessness, in your stomach began to warm your heart and dissolve those little walls that slowly you were breaking down.  

The effect that Park Chanyeol had on you was always the same, it wouldn’t have changed.  

“Y/N?”  

“Mh..?”  

“I also like your lips.. And not only that. ”  

No, the effect he had on you wouldn’t have changed … Maybe it would have worsened if anything.

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update: next smut!

Alriiight as i promised, i’m working on the Chanyeol fluff/smut and it’s probably gonna be up tomorrow! :) i just feel like if i rush it now, it’s not gonna be really good. so yeah all you thirsty Chanyeol bbs, keep your eyes peeled!