I Need You
Type: Angst/Fluff
Character: Park Chanyeol x Reader
Words Counted: 1k6+
MASTERLIST . ask/request
[PICTURE IS NOT MINE]
“I need you, can you come over?” Chanyeol asked over the phone. You were just out from the building you work at, and to hear Chanyeol’s small and tired voice made you worried.
You opened your mouth to say something but Chanyeol spoke first.
“Please?” His voice sounded desperate. You’ve never heard him talk like this before. Sounding so desperate and sad. You waste no time to walk the opposite direction to your house.
“I’m on my way okay…” You told him as you walked past people, rushing your steps a bit.
“Okay…” He said before he hung up the phone.
You shove your phone back to your pocket before you could rush your steps a bit.
Chanyeol’s place wasn’t that far from your workplace, but because you’re in a state of worried and panic, it felt so long just to get to his place.
Chanyeol never really asked you to come to his place. It was usually the other way around. It was always him coming to your place wether you asked him or not.
“(Y/N), I know you’re awake…” He said in a bright tone as you pick up the phone.
You shifted yourself on the bed as you let out a grumble.
“It’s in the middle of the night, this better be good Yeol.” You scowled. And you heard him chuckle.
“It’s always good! I just finished practice, and I just want to crash at your place, is that alright?” He asked.
You replied him by moaning on the phone.
“Just hurry up, I want to get back to sleep.” You told him.
“I’m already close! Just be a little bit patient.” He said before he hung up.
You moved to the couch, waiting for Chanyeol to come as you heard the doorbell ring.
You drag yourself from the couch before walking up to the door and opened it, revealing Chanyeol’s tall figure in front of you with his smile.
“You look like shit.” He joked, as you let him step inside your home.
“You’re shit.” You grumbled at him. He laughed before pulling you into his arms and supposedly carried you back to your bed.
You both weren’t dating, but you’ve been best friends for the longest time. And throughout your friendship with him, you’ve never heard him this broken and tired before, that’s what made you worried.
As you were halfway there, It suddenly started to rain.
“Fuck.” You cussed as you stopped rushing to take you heels off. You then run barefoot, with your heels on you hand and your files of work.
When you were just a few steps away, you noticed Chanyeol was already outside his porch, pacing back and forth. When he saw you coming, he stopped as he watched you rushing to his porch.
You were breathing heavily before you could push your slightly wet hair back.
“Hi.” You greeted him with a small smile.
You watched his eyes moving, as if he was looking at every inch of your face, reaching for something. He grabbed your hand, pulling inside to his house. You placed your heels down onto the floor as you heard Chanyeol closing the door behind you. You turned around to face him and he was already walking close to you.
“Chanyeol, are you—“ You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence as Chanyeol suddenly wrapped his arms around you tightly. Holding your body as if you’re going to leave right after.
“Chanyeol, I’m soaked…” You muffled on his chest. And you felt him shaking his head.
“I don’t care.” He said in a small voice.
You didn’t want to argue any further as you gave in and wrap you arms around his middle. You both stayed like that for a few moments before Chanyeol pulled away from you. Before he looked down at you, He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you could finally see him.
You see the tired expression of his and it breaks your heart to see him like this. You placed your cold hands between his face and he closed his eyes leaning into your touch. You felt his warm hand holding yours before he could pull you to his room. You looked around and it was clean and everything was in it’s place. stacked of books, papers and music sheets were in the corner if there room near the piano. There were some of his clothes on his desk and you looked to Chanyeol who was rummaging through his closet before pulling out a pair of clothes.
He walked to you and handed you his clothes.
“Get change, I don’t want you to catch a cold.” He told you. You receive the clothes from him before feeling his lips pressed to you forehead. He walked past you and you looked back at him as he walked out and closed the door behind him.
You walked towards his bathroom and get changed there. You put on Chanyeol’s pair of sweats and one of his t-shirt, which was too big for you.
You tied your hair to a bun and grabbed your wet clothes before leaving the bathroom.
Chanyeol was already lying on the bed. He looked to you before sitting you and patted the empty space on his bed. You placed your wet clothes on the floor, next to your bag and case files before climbing on the bed next to him.
You rest your back on the headboard before Chnayeol could come closer to your and hugged your middle. Resting his head on you chest, you caressed your hand into his dark hair. He let out a sigh as you felt his muscle relaxed.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” You asked him softly.
“I’m just feeling extremely tired… We did a lot today, and it’s really stressing me out… And when I came home, I just felt so lonely, and I have to get back to practice tomorrow, and recording, and it’s just all to much.” He said as he lift his head and sat up so he could get a good look at you.
“I’m just scared that I won’t do good, or my effort is just not enough, or maybe I’m not even enough for this, I just—“
“Hey, hey, hey…” You stopped him from furthering hurting himself. You scooted closer so that you could touch his face with your hands. And you can feel muscle relaxed as he let out a sigh and looked at your eyes.
You’ve never seen Chanyeol this fragile and insecure about himself. Maybe it was because he’s just too tired, but just somehow, it broke you heart to see him like this. It breaks your heart to see the person you truly love to be feeling this way.
“Chanyeol, whatever it is you’re doing, I know that you’ll do great, and you’re enough—actually, more than enough for anything. I know you, I believe in you.” You told him.
“You’re just tired… You needed some rest, and some time off from work.”
Chanyeol gave you a small smile before puling your hand so that you were sitting on his lap with your legs draped around his torso.
He looked into your eyes, and you could see a certain sparkle in his eyes.
“What?” You asked, getting nervous as your cheek turned red.
Chanyeol shook his head. “Nothing, I just feel so lucky to have you right now.” He told you as he buried his face to the crook of your neck. You leaned your chin on his head and chuckled.
“Well, we’re both lucky to have each other don’t we?”
You smiled.
“I love you, (Y/N).” Chanyeol muffled on your neck.
You smiled.
“I know you do.” You told him.
“No I mean it.” He pulled away from your neck.
He took a good few seconds, looking into your eyes before you blinked.
“I know it sounds ridiculous, but it’s true, I do love you… I didn’t want to say this to you, because I’m afraid that I might ruin our friendship or you might leave me because of this.” He told you.
You let out sigh before smiling at him. You planted a kiss on his cheek before wrapping your arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
“Chanyeol, I love you, and I’m never going to leave you, and you didn’t ruin anything.” You told him.
“Are you saying this because you’re trying to make me feel better?” You heard him ask.
“No! I’m being honest with you silly!” You giggled pulling away. And once you saw the look on his face, he still wasn’t buying it. You took his face by the hand before leaning closer to his face.
“I love you, Park Chanyeol.” You whispered.
He stared deep into your eyes searching for a certainty that what you told him was true.
You didn’t think twice when you placed your lips on his. He was taken aback but he gladly kissed you back, with the same amount of passion. His hand travel up to the side of your face before you could smile mid-kiss. He kissed you some more before you could pull away to take a little breather.
“Do you believe me now?” You asked.
And Chanyoel couldn’t help but to chuckled and felt a little of his confident came back and kissed you again.
“The things you make me feel, god, I love you so much!” He whispered on your lips and you threw your head back, bursting to laughter.
“The things you made me do!” You giggled.
