Can’t Look Away
Epoch Book
•*⁀➷pairing: chanyeol x fem reader
Theme: strangers to lovers, mature relationship, love at first sight, hungry love, “touch me as if it’s the last time”.
Description: his eyes have been spooring you all night and you’re more than primed to sever that restraint he erode like armor.
Playlist: careless whisper — george michael
Chapter 1:
The party is loud, lights flashing red and gold across the rooftop, but Chanyeol only sees you.
You're leaning on the bar, sipping from your drink like you don’t have a single care in the world except you do notice the way his eyes have been tracking you all night. And you’re more than ready to break that self-control he wears like armor.
You walk up to him slowly, hips swaying just enough to make him shift in his seat. His gaze trails down and back up like he’s trying not to look, but failing miserably.
“You're staring,” you tease, setting your drink beside his.
“Maybe I like what I see,” he replies, voice low, almost a growl.
He leans in slightly, expecting you to back off like most girls do when he gets intense. But you don’t. You step closer. Close enough that your hand brushes his chest, fingers toying with the chain around his neck.
“That so?” you whisper, tugging lightly. “Because I haven’t even started yet.”
His breath catches.
There’s a flicker of tension his body going still, his eyes darkening. You’ve got him. The confident, untouchable Chanyeol is suddenly just a man trying not to lose his mind over the way your lips curl up in a smirk.
“Careful,” he murmurs, backing up a step, his voice rough. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens next.”
“Good,” you smile, stepping forward. “That’s exactly what I want.”
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Chapter 2:
Chanyeol’s breath is hot against your cheek now, his towering frame caging you in against the cool rooftop railing. The city lights glow behind you, but his eyes never leave yours.
“You’ve got a dangerous mouth, you know that?” he mutters, voice like velvet and smoke.
You smirk. “So do you. What are you going to do about it?”
That’s all it takes.
He closes the distance in a heartbeat one hand gripping your waist, the other sliding up your neck, fingers grazing your jaw with just enough pressure to tilt your head. His lips crash into yours like he’s been starving all night.
God, he tastes like heat and hunger.
His kiss is rough, needy the kind that says he’s been holding back way too long. His hand on your waist tightens, pulling you flush against his chest. You can feel the hard lines of his body under that fitted shirt, every muscle tensing as you press into him.
“You think you’re in control, don’t you,” he breathes into your mouth between kisses.
“I was,” you tease, nipping his bottom lip. “Until you touched me like that.”
He growls an actual growl low in his throat, then lifts you like you weigh nothing, setting you up on the edge of the railing. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, locking him in. His mouth drops to your neck, tracing fire along your skin.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, voice hoarse.
“I won’t,” you breathe. “I want more.”
His hand slides up your thigh, gripping firmly, possessively. The kiss deepens, messier now—lips parted, tongues teasing, his teeth dragging against yours like he’s trying to memorize how you taste.
You feel his heart hammering against your chest, matching your own erratic pulse.
He pulls back just an inch, pupils blown wide, lips swollen from your kiss.
“This isn’t just a game to me,” he says, voice low and honest. “You don’t get to seduce me and walk away.”
You grin, leaning in close, brushing your lips against his again.
“Who said I was walking away?”
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Chapter 3:
The door barely clicks shut before Chanyeol’s hands are on you again.
His mouth crashes into yours with none of the restraint he had before no teasing, no hesitation. Just pure hunger. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist like muscle memory, lips still locked as he walks you backward into the suite.
You feel his body moving over yours as he lays you down on the bed, following you down like a man who’s waited way too long. He doesn’t rush no, he takes his time, dragging his lips down your jaw, your neck, his deep voice murmuring against your skin.
“You don’t get it, do you?” he says, breathless. “You started this but now it’s mine to finish.”
His fingers trail down your side, slow and possessive, slipping beneath your top. The heat of his hand against your bare waist makes you arch instinctively.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers against your collarbone.
“I’m not,” you lie, breath hitching.
“Then why,” he growls, “do you feel like fire in my hands?”
He pulls back just enough to look at you dark, disheveled, eyes full of raw want. The way he stares, it’s like he’s seeing every piece of you... and claiming it all.
Then, like a switch flipped, his lips are back on yours urgent now, deeper, hungrier. His body presses into you, fitting perfectly, every movement sparking friction and need.
His voice drops lower, rougher.
“Tell me what you want, Y/N.”
“You,” you gasp. “All of you.”
That’s all he needs.
His shirt’s off in one swift pull broad chest, toned arms, that tattoo peeking near his ribs. You can barely process how stupidly gorgeous he looks in this lighting before he’s tugging your clothes away too, with reverence and fire in every touch.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. “You were made to ruin me.”
And ruin him you do.
Your bodies tangle under the sheets, breathless moans and deep groans filling the room as he finally lets go hands gripping, lips exploring, hips rolling with practiced, devastating rhythm. He gives everything, and demands the same in return. You’re not just touching you’re devouring each other.
Every whisper, every kiss, every press of his body is a promise:
You wanted him? You’ve got him now. Completely.
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Chapter 4:
Sunlight slips between the blinds, casting soft gold across tangled sheets and bare skin. Your body aches in the best way possible as you slowly blink awake, the night’s memories flooding back in waves of heat.
Your limbs are wrapped in warmth, and not just the blanket.
Chanyeol is still there, arm slung across your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck, chest pressed to your back like he never left. His breath is slow, steady, and way too comfortable.
You shift slightly, trying to sit up big mistake.
His grip tightens instantly, pulling you flush against him. You feel everything.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he mumbles, voice deep and gravelly from sleep.
You laugh softly. “Bathroom. Maybe coffee.”
“Mm-mm. No you’re not.”
He pulls the blanket tighter around both of you, nosing into your neck like a giant, possessive heater.
“You’re mine right now,” he says, voice lower. “Bed time isn’t over.”
You wiggle a little in protest. Another mistake.
His hand slips lower, gripping your hip firmly, fingers pressing into the skin he already memorized last night.
“Keep doing that and we won’t leave this bed all day,” he murmurs.
You bite your lip, the heat between your thighs stirring again. You turn slightly to face him and damn. His hair is a tousled mess, lips slightly swollen, eyes half-lidded but dark and focused on you.
“You look proud of yourself,” you tease.
“I am,” he smirks. “You looked good screaming my name.”
Your breath catches. He leans in, slow and deliberate, pressing a lazy, heated kiss to your shoulder.
“Let me make you breakfast,” you whisper.
“I’d rather make you mine again first,” he replies, already trailing kisses down your collarbone.
You try again.
“Okay—but coffee after?”
“You can have your coffee… after you come one more time.”
Your gasp is swallowed by his mouth as he flips you onto your back in one smooth move, lips finding yours again with that same unrelenting hunger.
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Chapter 5:
You barely get a chance to react before Chanyeol’s lips are back on yours slower this time, but no less intense. He’s taking his time, as if savoring every second of your taste, every inch of your body.
He shifts his weight, hovering over you now, his muscular frame blocking out the morning light as he moves down your body, lips trailing like fire.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough from sleep and desire. “I want all of you, every damn part of you.”
Your body shivers under his touch, every nerve on fire. He leaves a trail of soft kisses along your neck, down to your collarbone, his hands sliding down your sides with a maddening slowness. Every touch has you melting, your body begging for more.
“Chanyeol,” you breathe, pulling him closer.
He responds with a low growl, his lips moving to your chest, where he takes his time, tasting and teasing, making you squirm under him. Every touch, every kiss, feels like he’s claiming you again, and again, and again.
He looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
“Tell me you want this,” he demands, voice low and commanding.
“I want you,” you gasp, pulling him back to your lips, desperate to feel him closer.
“Good,” he says, his voice thick with need. “Because I’m not stopping until you’ve had all of me.”
His hands slide down your body, cupping your hips, lifting you slightly as he slides back down, settling between your legs. You feel him against you, and the anticipation makes you tremble.
“Chanyeol,” you whisper, but it's all you can get out before he presses his lips to yours again, silencing any further words.
Without another word, he moves between your legs, entering you with a smooth, controlled thrust. He groans into your mouth, his eyes locking onto yours as he starts to move, his pace slow at first, testing the waters, making you feel every inch of him.
“You feel so good,” he mutters against your lips, his voice thick with desire. “So damn good.”
You can’t help but moan, your back arching as his rhythm picks up, every thrust driving you closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he deepens his movements, his pace relentless and controlled.
“That’s it,” he breathes. “Let go, baby. Let me take you to the edge.”
You don’t need any more encouragement. With one final, hard thrust, he takes you over the edge, your body shuddering beneath him as your walls tighten around him, dragging him with you into the blissful abyss.
For a moment, neither of you move, both of you lost in the overwhelming aftershocks of pleasure. Chanyeol’s forehead rests against yours, both of you panting, catching your breath.
“Damn,” he whispers, his voice rough and hoarse. “That was perfect.”
You smile, breathless, running your fingers through his messy hair, unable to get enough of the feel of him.
“You’re never leaving this bed, are you?” you tease, eyes twinkling with mischief.
He chuckles softly, kissing your forehead gently.
“Not a chance. I’ve got you exactly where I want you.”
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Chapter 6:
The room is quiet now, save for the soft sound of your breathing. Chanyeol’s body is still pressed against yours, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as you both slowly calm down from the intense aftermath.
His fingers gently trace circles on your skin soft, lazy caresses, but with a possessive edge, like he can’t bear to let go of you.
“You’re staying here with me,” he mutters, his voice rough and deep, still wrapped in the remnants of desire.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” you tease, running your fingers through his messy hair.
“Good.” He kisses your neck gently. “Because I don’t want you anywhere else.”
You smile at the tenderness in his words, but there's a hunger in his eyes that won't be satisfied by just physical connection. He leans up slowly, pressing his lips to yours, soft and slow, tasting you as if he’s memorizing the feeling of your kiss, making sure you know just how much he wants you, how much he needs you.
“I’m serious, you know,” he says quietly, his forehead resting against yours. “You’ve got all of me now. Every damn part of me.”
His words hang in the air, and for a moment, there’s a silence between you two. But it's comfortable no pressure, just the unspoken truth of how much he’s falling for you. He doesn’t need to say it, but you know.
“I know,” you whisper back, your hand drifting to his chest. “And you have all of me too.”
Chanyeol shifts, propping himself up on his elbow, eyes never leaving yours. His hand moves gently down your body, tracing your curves with a reverence that makes your heart flutter.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let you go.”
You smile softly, leaning up to kiss him again, slow and tender this time no rush, just an overwhelming sense of connection. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you like he can’t bear to let you slip away.
“You won’t have to,” you reply against his lips, your heart racing from the intensity in his touch. “I’m not going anywhere.”
For the first time since all of this began, Chanyeol’s intense, fiery persona softens. He lets out a deep breath, his lips pressing to your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss.
“I need you,” he admits, his voice low but full of honesty. “More than I thought I would. More than I even knew.”
You look up at him, the depth of his words settling between you two. The raw vulnerability in his eyes is something you didn’t expect, and it makes your chest tighten with affection.
“I need you too,” you whisper, tracing his jawline. “In every way.”
He smiles at you genuinely, deeply and the weight of the night lifts, replaced by a sense of calm that makes the air between you both feel charged with new meaning.
Chanyeol pulls you back into his chest, his body warm and protective, holding you close as if he never wants to let go.
“We’ll take this slow,” he says softly, his fingers combing through your hair. “I’m not rushing anything with you.”
“I like that idea,” you murmur, already drifting into the warmth of his embrace. “Let’s just see where this goes.”
For now, in this moment, it’s just you and him no games, no masks. Just a man who’s finally letting his guard down, and a woman who’s all in.
And neither of you want to let go.
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Chapter 7:
You wake up again this time to the smell of coffee and the soft sound of music playing from the living room. The bed is warm, but empty. A faint grin curls on your lips as you tug the blanket tighter around your bare body.
Moments later, the bedroom door creaks open. And there he is.
Chanyeol. Shirtless. A mug in each hand, loose sweatpants hanging just low enough to distract you completely. His messy hair sticks up in every direction, and that sleepy, cocky smirk spreads across his face the second he sees you awake.
“Miss me already?” he teases, voice rough and low.
“You disappeared,” you pout, propping yourself up on one elbow.
“To make you coffee,” he grins, walking over. “Which I’m now dangerously close to spilling because you look way too good in my sheets.”
He sets the mugs down, then leans over you, bracing himself on one arm while his other hand slides behind your neck, pulling you into a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens. The blanket slips a little. His eyes drop. So does his jaw.
“You're trying to kill me,” he murmurs against your lips.
“Maybe,” you whisper. “Maybe I want you to lose control again.”
His jaw clenches. The tease is working. You can see it.
But then, instead of jumping you again, he does something more dangerous.
He stares at you. Like really stares his gaze trailing over every inch of your face like he’s committing it to memory.
“I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you,” he says quietly, fingers brushing your cheek. “It’s not just the sex. It’s you.”
Your breath catches. He means it. Every word. And you feel it how badly he wants to know everything about you. How obsessed he already is with every little thing you do.
You break the silence with a sly smile.
“So what now, rockstar? You going to write me a love song?”
He grins back, but there’s a flicker of something darker in his gaze possession.
“I already started one,” he admits. “And it’s only going to get dirtier the more I think about last night.”
You choke on your coffee laugh. He snatches the mug from your hand and sets it aside, crawling back on top of you in one fluid motion.
“I was gonna behave,” he says, lips hovering over yours. “But then you smirked at me like that.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m gonna remind you what it feels like to be completely ruined by me.”
And just like that, the morning gets hot again his mouth finding yours, hands sliding under the blanket, your laughter turning into moans all over again.
Because Chanyeol isn’t just obsessed.
He’s yours. And he’s not letting go.
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Chapter 8:
Later that day, you’re out with him nothing crazy, just a low-key visit to his studio. A few producers, some casual greetings, everyone minding their business. But you know what happened between you two last night. And this morning. And the second time this morning.
And so does he.
He hasn’t stopped smirking since you walked in.
You sit beside him on the studio couch, trying to focus while he plays back tracks. But his hand keeps brushing your thigh. Innocent at first. But it lingers. Fingers tapping. Then trailing up. Slow. Subtle. Maddening.
“Stop it,” you murmur, keeping your smile tight for the others in the room.
“Stop what?” he whispers back, eyes on the screen like he’s not currently driving you insane under the table.
“You know what.”
“I’m just touching my girl. Didn’t know that was a crime.”
His fingers trace the hem of your skirt now. Just a whisper away from making you gasp.
You glare at him. He bites his lip, clearly loving every second of this game.
Minutes later, someone steps out of the room to grab coffee. The door clicks shut.
Without warning, Chanyeol grabs your wrist and pulls you out of your seat, backing you into the far corner of the room behind a soundproof wall, out of view. His body is on yours instantly, hands caging you against the wall, lips brushing your ear.
“You kept looking at me like you wanted more,” he murmurs. “So don’t act surprised now.”
Your breath catches. His knee slides between your legs, pressing you gently but firmly, just enough to make you feel everything.
“You’re the one who keeps teasing,” you whisper, voice shaky.
“Because I love watching you fall apart when you can’t have me,” he growls, lips grazing your jaw. “But baby… the second we get out of here? I’m not holding back.”
His fingers trail up your thigh, ghosting along your skin. You grip his arms tightly, trying to stay upright.
“We’re not alone,” you hiss.
“Exactly,” he smirks. “That’s what makes it fun.”
Then he pulls back with maddening calm, presses a kiss to your cheek like nothing happened, and returns to his seat leaving you breathless, flushed, and ruined from absolutely nothing.
And that look he gives you from across the room?
Pure, dark promise.
Just wait until we’re alone again.
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Chapter 9:
He thought he had the upper hand.
That smug look on his face? That cocky, deliberate teasing in the studio?
It lit a fire in you.
So when you two finally step into the elevator alone after hours of smirks, touches, and whispered threats you don’t wait. You don’t give him the chance to come at you first.
You press the emergency stop button.
The elevator jerks to a halt.
“What the—?” Chanyeol starts, turning toward you.
But before he can finish, you're on him hands fisting into his shirt, pushing him up against the wall, lips crashing into his with a heat that makes him groan against your mouth.
He barely catches his breath before your hands are roaming sliding under his shirt, nails grazing over abs he’s definitely been flaunting too much lately.
“You think you can tease me all day,” you whisper hotly against his lips, “and I won’t do something about it?”
He swallows hard. The surprise on his face shifts into hunger but not before you see the exact moment he realizes he’s no longer in control.
“You’ve been playing with fire, Yeol,” you murmur, dragging your lips across his jaw, biting gently at the corner of it. “Now burn.”
You drop to your knees.
He sucks in a breath so sharp, it echoes in the tiny space.
“Wait—baby—”
“No,” you smirk up at him. “You don’t get to speak. Not until I say so.”
His hands grip the railing behind him like he needs the support. His head drops back against the elevator wall. You take your time touching, kissing, teasing just like he did to you.
Every noise he makes becomes a win.
Every twitch of his fingers, every ragged breath.
“How’s it feel now?” you whisper, lips brushing the sensitive skin just above his waistband.
“Like hell,” he groans. “In the best damn way.”
You rise slowly, sliding your body against his, pressing him flush to the cold metal. He’s burning now completely wrecked and shaking from nothing more than your touch.
“Still want control?” you tease at his ear.
“Not anymore,” he breathes. “Not when you look at me like that.”
You press one last kiss to his jaw, then finally reach out and restart the elevator.
As the doors open, you glance over your shoulder and smirk.
“Let’s go home,” you say sweetly. “So I can finish what I started.”
He follows quiet, dazed, completely under your spell.
And oh, he’s not getting out of this one.
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Chapter 10:
The apartment door clicks shut.
You turn to speak to maybe tease him again but you don’t get the chance.
Because Chanyeol slams you against the wall with one hand around your waist, the other braced beside your head, his eyes wild, pupils blown wide with lust and something darker. His chest is heaving, and that pretty mouth of his is no longer smirking.
It’s snarling.
“You think I’m gonna let you get away with that?” he growls, voice low and shaking with restraint.
“What if I do?” you whisper, defiant.
He doesn’t answer.
He devours your mouth, all teeth and tongue and punishment. It’s messy, consuming you feel his frustration, his hunger, his need to take back control. And you let him.
Because you want to see what happens when he snaps.
“On the couch,” he commands, pulling back just enough to speak. “Now.”
You barely make it two steps before he grabs your wrist, spins you, and pushes you onto the cushions, climbing over you with that gorgeous, towering frame. His hands are everywhere now gripping your thighs, sliding under your clothes, yanking them off piece by piece like they offended him.
“You looked so damn smug,” he mutters against your skin, kissing, biting, marking his way down. “All day. Driving me crazy. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
You arch under him, gasping, as his mouth trails between your legs no hesitation, no teasing this time. He devours you like a man starved, holding you down when you try to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation.
“Stay still,” he growls. “You started this. Now take it.”
Your moans echo through the apartment as he works you open with his mouth, fingers, tongue until your mind’s gone and your body’s begging. You clutch the couch cushions, barely able to breathe.
And when he finally moves back up your body, his lips slick, his voice wrecked?
“Now I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
And he does.
With every hard, deep thrust, with the way he whispers filth in your ear, with how he kisses you through it, whispering your name like a promise and a curse all in one. His pace is brutal, precise, and unrelenting pounding into you until your back arches off the couch and all you can do is cry out his name.
He holds you through every wave, chasing his own release only after he’s wrecked you completely. When he finally comes, it’s with a hoarse, desperate moan of your name, his hands gripping your hips like you’re the only thing grounding him to this planet.
Then he collapses against you, breathing hard, arms trembling.
“That,” he pants, “was payback.”
You smile lazily, brushing his hair off his forehead.
“That was insane.”
“You made me insane,” he smirks, nuzzling into your neck. “Do it again, and I swear I’ll tie you to this couch for a week.”
You laugh soft, spent, utterly undone.
And you know this is just the beginning.
You shuffle into the bathroom, skin flushed, muscles deliciously aching, lips still swollen from his kisses. The water’s running hot already, steam curling through the air. You sigh, stepping under the spray, letting it soothe every inch of you.
Eyes closed.
Relaxed.
You don’t hear the door open.
You do feel the cold air when the curtain shifts followed by the heat of a very naked, very revenge-driven Chanyeol stepping in behind you.
“You really thought I was done with you?” his voice is dark silk, low and echoing in the mist.
“I hoped you were tired,” you whisper, without turning around.
“I’m fucking wired,” he growls.
Then his hands are on your hips.
And his mouth God, his mouth is pressing kisses to your shoulder, slow and deliberate, lips burning hotter than the water. You brace yourself against the wall, heart hammering again, breath catching before he even really touches you.
“You look too good in my shower,” he mutters, kissing down your spine. “And after what you pulled earlier… I owe you.”
“I thought we settled that on the couch,” you say, shivering as his fingers slide between your legs from behind.
“That was round two,” he hisses at your ear. “This is me finishing the job.”
You barely have time to moan before he grabs your thigh, lifting it up against the wall, body pressing flush to your back. The water pounds around you both, but all you feel is him hot, heavy, hard, and completely overwhelming.
He moves slow this time. Dangerous slow.
Like he’s savoring every second.
“You wanted to ruin me in that elevator?” he groans, rocking into you with maddening precision. “Fine. Now I’m ruining you in every goddamn room of this apartment.”
You bite your lip to keep from crying out, but it’s useless. The way his hips roll, the way his teeth scrape your neck, the way his hand slips under your chest to hold you close as he drives into you there’s no holding anything back.
“You’re mine,” he whispers again and again. “Mine.”
You lose yourself against the tile, hips bucking into his, body shaking with pleasure that keeps building and breaking in waves. His grip tightens every time you tremble, every time you clench around him like you’re begging for more.
And when he finally breaks moaning your name into your soaked skin, biting your shoulder like he can’t take it you collapse together under the water, tangled and breathless.
The steam fogs up everything.
But nothing blurs the feeling of being completely his.
“Remind me to tease you more often,” you pant, resting your head against the tile.
“Do that,” he growls, brushing soaked hair from your face, “and you’ll never walk straight again.”
You laugh. He kisses you.
And somewhere in the middle of it all, you both know
This isn’t just sex anymore.
It’s war. And love.
And neither of you are surrendering anytime soon.
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Chapter 11:
You’re out the next day hair in a cap, sunglasses on, hoodie zipped all the way up. Casual. Careful. Low-key. Because the world doesn’t know about you and Chanyeol yet. Not officially.
Not publicly.
But that doesn’t stop the rumors.
You’d barely stepped out of the café when the first camera snapped. Then another. Someone caught your hand with a ring on it . Someone else noticed you stepping into Chanyeol’s car. You don’t think much of it… until your phone starts blowing up.
┃ “Is this you with EXO’s Chanyeol?”
┃ “Are you two dating?”
┃ “What does SM say about this?”
You freeze.
Your heart starts racing.
Then comes the final hit: a post from a fan account a photo of you and Chanyeol in the elevator last week. Close. Intimate. Too much to deny.
You barely have time to react when your phone rings. His name lights up the screen.
“Come to the studio,” he says, voice clipped. “Now.”
When you get there, he’s pacing.
Dark hoodie. Cap pulled low. Jaw clenched. He looks pissed. But not at you.
“Who took that photo?” he growls. “That elevator was private. That should’ve been just ours.”
“I don’t know,” you whisper. “But it’s spreading.”
He walks over, grabs your face in both hands, and presses his forehead to yours.
“I don’t care what they say about me,” he murmurs. “But if they come for you if they try to hurt you I will burn it all down. Do you understand me?”
You nod, heart thudding.
But then you say the one thing you hadn’t meant to:
“What if this ruins you?”
He pulls back, eyes blazing.
“You think I give a damn about the industry if it means hiding you?” he snaps. “Let them talk. Let them hate. I’m not hiding you like some shameful secret. You’re mine.”
You blink, stunned by the fire in his voice.
“And if they want war,” he mutters, pulling you into his chest, “then war’s what they’ll get.”
Later that night, the internet explodes again.
But not with rumors.
With confirmation.
┃ [OFFICIAL POST – CHANYEOL IG]
┃ 📸: a blurry photo of your intertwined hands.
┃ Caption: “Not a secret. Just mine.”
Fans scream. Headlines spiral.
But you?
You’re in his arms as he posts it his lips pressed to your hair, his body wrapped protectively around yours like he’d fight the whole world to keep you safe.
“They know now,” you whisper.
“Good,” he breathes. “Let them watch.”
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Chapter 12:
It’s late.
The apartment is dim, lit only by the soft orange glow from the city outside. You’re curled up on the couch, one of his oversized hoodies hanging off your shoulder, your phone forgotten somewhere between the cushions.
Chanyeol’s quiet. Too quiet.
He’s standing by the window, hands in the pockets of his sweats, shirtless hair a mess, tattoos peeking through the shadows. You watch him for a minute, something in your chest tightening.
“Yeol?” you ask softly. “You okay?”
He doesn’t turn around.
“I don’t know,” he says after a long pause. “I think… I’m scared.”
Your stomach drops.
You get up slowly, crossing the room until you’re standing just behind him.
“Talk to me.”
He exhales hard like he’s been holding something in for days. Maybe longer.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he murmurs. “You walked into my life, and I was just… gone. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I wanted you in ways I didn’t think were possible, and then suddenly it wasn’t just about wanting you. It was needing you.”
You reach out and touch his back gently.
“Yeol…”
“I used to be good at pretending,” he says, voice low and shaky. “Playing cool. Hiding my feelings. Being the idol everyone expected.”
He finally turns to face you and you nearly gasp.
His eyes are red. Not from anger. From trying not to cry.
“But then you came along,” he whispers, stepping closer. “And suddenly I want to give you everything. Not just the wild parts. Not just the passion. I want you to know the real me. The scared one. The insecure one. The one who’s terrified of losing this losing you.”
Your heart cracks wide open.
“You’re not gonna lose me,” you whisper.
He cups your face in his hands, brows furrowed like he’s begging you to believe him.
“You don’t understand,” he breathes. “This love it’s changing everything. It’s not a game anymore. I don’t care about the music, the fans, the fame not if you’re not in it with me. I’m yours. Every messy, broken, obsessed part of me is yours.”
Tears prick your eyes.
You pull him into a hug tight, grounding, real. And when he clings to you like you’re the only solid thing in his world, you know:
This isn’t lust anymore.
This is love.
Deep, unshakable, dangerous love.
“I love you,” you whisper against his skin.
“I’ve never loved anyone like this,” he breathes back. “And it scares the hell out of me.”
You both stand there for a long time, wrapped in each other, letting the silence speak for everything you don’t have the words for.
And in that moment, the world outside doesn’t matter.
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Chapter 13:
The drive takes hours.
Up winding mountain roads, past tiny towns and sleepy forests. Chanyeol’s hand never leaves yours on the console. His thumb rubs circles into your skin like he needs to feel you to know you’re real after everything that’s happened.
“Where are we going?” you ask, eyes fluttering closed from the lull of the drive.
“Somewhere no one can find us,” he says simply.
The cabin is quiet.
Stone fireplace. Big windows. A king-sized bed buried in soft blankets. Nothing but the sound of trees and wind and Chanyeol’s soft breathing behind you as he sets your bags down.
You turn to thank him
But he’s already watching you.
And this time, his gaze isn’t hungry or teasing.
It’s in love.
“You look peaceful here,” he says softly.
“It’s the first time I’ve breathed in days.”
“Same.”
He reaches for you, pulling you into his arms as if it’s instinct. Like holding you is the only thing that makes sense anymore.
The rest of the night moves slow.
He builds a fire. You cook ramen. You sit curled up in his hoodie while he lies with his head in your lap, letting you run your fingers through his hair. No music. No phones.
Just warmth. Touch. Presence.
“I don’t want to go back,” you whisper.
“Then we won’t,” he murmurs against your thigh. “Not until we’re ready.”
Later, when you’re both in bed skin on skin under soft sheets he doesn’t initiate anything wild or rough.
He holds you.
Traces your spine. Kisses your temple. Tangles your fingers with his like he’s memorizing the shape of your soul.
“I love you,” he whispers again. “But this time, I want to show you what that really means.”
And the way he moves that night?
It’s reverent. Slow. Like worship.
Not just of your body, but of everything you are to him.
He kisses every part of you, murmuring promises into your skin. Holds you after, even when you’re half asleep, whispering things he’d never say out loud anywhere else.
“You saved me.”
“You’re my home.”
“I’d give up everything… if it meant waking up like this for the rest of my life.”
And when you finally drift off against his chest, he doesn’t sleep.
He just watches you.
Protective. Awed. Completely gone.
You wake up warm.
Not just from the blankets but from the long, hard body wrapped completely around you, his chest pressed against your back, his hand casually splayed over your bare thigh. You shift slightly, and something very not casual presses against you.
“Don’t move unless you’re trying to start something,” he murmurs, voice deep and sleepy.
You laugh softly, stretching.
“I think we’re snowed in,” you say, glancing at the window. The outside is a blanket of white, flakes still drifting past the glass.
“Good,” he yawns. “Means you’re stuck with me.”
You roll over to face him, cheeks still flushed from last night. He’s got that messy morning look: hair everywhere, deep voice, that lazy smile that already spells danger.
“What do you want to do all day?” you ask, innocent.
“You. Definitely you.”
Before you can protest, he tackles you back into the pillows, pinning you beneath him with that wide grin and too much bare skin for your brain to function.
“You’re insatiable,” you gasp, laughing.
“I’ve got 24 hours, no distractions, and the hottest person I’ve ever seen wearing my hoodie with nothing underneath. What did you expect?”
He kisses you slow at first teasing, nipping at your bottom lip. But when you tug on his hair and roll your hips just a little too deliberately?
The playfulness ignites.
He growls, flipping you under him, pinning both your wrists with one hand while the other slips under your hoodie. He licks into your mouth with a groan that vibrates through your chest.
“You gonna behave today?” he asks between kisses.
“Never.”
“Good. I like a challenge.”
You spend the next hour wrapped up in sheets, laughter, and breathless moans bare skin against cold air, his fingers tracing patterns over your body like he has all the time in the world.
And he does.
Because there’s nowhere else to be. No interviews. No staff. No fans. No rules.
Just you and him.
Getting drunk on each other.
At one point, he carries you to the window just to make love against the glass, the snowy forest beyond misting up from your heat. Then it’s back to the bed this time slow and sensual, his forehead pressed to yours, whispering praises with every movement.
“You’re everything.”
“You feel so good.”
“I could live here forever if it means I get to wake up to you.”
You fall asleep again tangled in his arms, exhausted and completely satisfied.
And when you wake up a second time to Chanyeol cooking shirtless in the kitchen, humming one of his songs and stealing glances at you from the stove?
You know the snow isn’t the only thing that’s fallen hard.
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Chapter 14:
You’re wrapped in a blanket, sipping hot cocoa by the fire when you hear the sliding glass door open.
Chanyeol steps outside into the snow barefoot, steam billowing up around him from the bubbling hot tub just outside the cabin.
“You didn’t tell me there was a jacuzzi,” you call.
He glances over his shoulder with that devastating smirk.
“I didn’t tell you on purpose.”
Then he drops the towel.
Just like that.
Like it’s nothing.
Like he doesn’t just wreck you every time he’s wet and shirtless and grinning like he owns the goddamn world.
You scramble to the bedroom, throwing on the first bikini you packed and when you step out into the cold, he’s already settled into the hot water, arms stretched out across the rim, head tilted back, eyes closed like sin in human form.
“You coming in,” he murmurs without looking, “or just gonna stand there looking like a fantasy?”
You slip into the water and immediately gasp.
Not because of the temperature.
Because of him.
The way he watches you. The steam rising between you. The way he moves closer, lazily, like a predator that’s in no rush because he knows he’s already got you.
“I’ve never seen you look better,” he says, eyes darkening. “And I’ve seen you naked.”
You grin, sliding into his lap like it’s your throne.
“So what are you gonna do about it?”
His hands grip your waist under the water, mouth brushing your ear.
“You’re not walking straight tomorrow. That’s what.”
And then he’s kissing you again wet, slow, with tongues and teeth and a grip so tight on your hips you swear the whole tub shifts. His hands glide under your bikini, finding every spot that makes you melt, while his voice rasps at your neck.
“No cameras. No lights. No noise.”
“Just us,” you pant.
“Just this.”
Steam curls around you, cold air forgotten.
He lifts you slightly, body sliding between your thighs with such practiced need that the water sloshes and your head tilts back in a moan you couldn’t silence if you tried.
“You’re gonna wake the forest,” you whisper.
“Let it listen.”
You lose track of time.
Lose track of how many times he makes you fall apart, only to bring you back with kisses softer than snowfall.
And afterward, when he carries you inside wrapped in a towel, dries your hair with warm fingers, and tucks you into bed with a sleepy laugh?
You don’t just feel loved.
You feel claimed.
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Chapter 15: Final Chapter
It’s been hours.
You and Chanyeol are finally settled, the fire crackling, soft music in the background. You’re curled up with him on the couch, one of his shirts on and your legs tangled together. The outside world feels like a distant memory, as if the snowstorm outside and the mountains surrounding you could swallow up all your troubles.
But then— knock. Knock. Knock.
It’s sharp. Unsettling.
You both freeze.
Chanyeol’s head whips toward the door, confusion flickering across his features.
“Who the hell could that be?” you murmur, sitting up.
“I don’t know,” Chanyeol says, running a hand through his hair. He stands up slowly, muscles tense as if he can already feel something’s wrong.
He steps toward the door, opening it a crack.
“Can I help you?” His voice is cool, controlled but you hear the tension, the edge beneath the calm.
The person standing there is not who you expected.
It’s not a fan. It’s not the staff.
It’s Jade.
Your best friend.
And she looks completely out of breath wide-eyed, disheveled, like she’s been running for miles in the snow.
“Jade?” you ask, shocked. “What are you how did you—”
“I knew you two were here,” she blurts, voice panicked. “I saw your social media posts. The ring, the comments... I didn’t think it was *real* until now.”
She glances over Chanyeol, eyes darting between him and you. He’s just standing there, arms crossed, jaw tight.
“Wait. You knew?” Chanyeol asks, a hint of annoyance in his tone. “You knew we were here and didn’t say anything?”
Jade lets out a shaky breath, her hands moving as if she’s trying to figure out how to explain herself.
“I didn’t know you were going to be this exposed,” she says, her eyes turning to you. “But the rumors, Y/N… they’re everywhere. People are asking questions. They’re starting to connect the dots about you, about Chanyeol. And I... I had to make sure you were okay.”
You can feel the tension crackling in the air. Chanyeol steps forward, voice low.
“I’ve got this under control,” he says, his eyes narrowing at the intruder.
But Jade looks at him with a flicker of something. Unease. Concern.
“I know you do. But you both need to think about this. Think about what happens when the world really finds out. Because this won’t stay quiet for long.”
The weight of her words hits hard, but it’s Chanyeol’s gaze that pulls you in sharp, protective, a mix of frustration and resolve.
“No one’s taking her from me,” he says firmly, his voice colder now. “I’ve made my choice. She’s mine.”
You step forward, hand reaching for Jade’s arm, your heart racing at the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The world you thought was calm just shifted.
“You should’ve let us have our time,” you say, quietly but firmly. “You’re not helping with this.”
Jade’s face softens, and for a moment, she seems to deflate under the weight of what’s unfolding. But the sharp edge in her voice remains.
“I’m trying to help you before it blows up. You don’t know what you’re walking into.”
And suddenly, everything shifts.
The room seems smaller.
The tension between you and Chanyeol is thick and unspoken. He’s protective, but he’s also angry not at you, but at the world that’s about to invade this small, fragile space you created. The world that’s about to crush what you’ve built.
“You don’t get it,” he says, his voice clipped. “We don’t have to hide anymore. I’m done.”
You look at him, your heart pounding.
“Then we go public?” you ask softly, uncertainty creeping in.
He looks back at you determined, possessive.
“The world can burn. As long as we’re standing together.”
