A scenario where a popular girl falls in love with a nerdy chanyeol ? Thanks sweetie ! 💛😽
Here is a monstrously long scenario, for you moonbeam, lmao.
“God I hate physics so much, if I have to find terminal velocity one more time, I am going to scream,” your friend, Min Hee, whined letting her head fall forward onto her arms. Your other friend, Hye Yeong rubbed her back comfortingly.
“Don’t be too down Min Hee. At least you finished all your gym credits, unlike our cute friend here.” she said, shooting you a sly look. You sighed and rested your head on your chin.
“Don’t remind me. Worst mistake I’ve ever made. I asked around to see who’s in the class, and well. Jocks and some people I don’t know.” you tell them. Min Hee burst into laughter, startling some of the other people at the table. You all had plenty of friends, you especially had people gravitating towards you, but Min Hee and Hye Yeong were your two best friends.
“Why do we always spend our study hall instead of an empty classroom?” Hye Yeong complained taking her hair out of her ponytail and shook it out, shooting a wink to the boy she was currently trying to date. You and Min Hee both stared at her, trying to get her to feel some kind of shame.
As usual, it didn’t work.
In any case, lunch was about to end, so you needed to get to the gym.
“Well baby doll, princess. Have a good time at gym!” Hye Yeong called to you as you stood up, throwing away your trash.
The worst part about gym to you was the whole awful ordeal of having to wear short shorts and pretend that running around outside where anyone could see you wasn’t mortofying. It was embarrassing and you fidgeted with your shorts once you were changed. Some girls did the same and others simply looked ready to destroy everyone one else on the volleyball court.
As per usual, gym class was separated by gender with girls on one side and boys on the other.
The boys looked much the same as the girls. Some of them were already running around the track, while others milled behind trying to avoid the run as much as possible. You looked to your instructor who told all the girls to run twenty laps, no walking and to return to the volleyball court. You began the jog and already felt the ache in your legs. Your ponytail was swinging behind you, the weight of it suddenly heavy.
“I really need a haircut.” you panted. You passed by some of your less strong-willed classmates. One of them jokingly cheered you on and you turned around enough to smile and give them encouragement too.
You were curious about the guys, who were several laps ahead of the girls. They seemed to fare well enough and you jealously watched as some were already close to finishing up. You bared your teeth and continued running, fighting back exhausted tears.
The run was terrible, the worst you’d ever endured but you finished it, and that counted for something. You wiped off your sweat and got some water, chatting a little with your classmates.
“I’m just glad I’m not over there,” one said. “All those guys are either suffering or just too excited about this game.” You saw her point. It was only volleyball, but some of the guys were grunting loudly hitting the ball with so much force the sound of it being hit back echoed in the field.
“Ouch. I hope no one on our side is like that.” you commented.
“Alright girls, time for you all to start your game. You six, that side, you six on that side. The rest of you can switch out later. Let’s go ladies!”
Sadly, you had to play first. Luckily enough you were a setter, which was easy enough to pull off. You did alright and the girls were playing excitedly, but at least no one was hitting the ball with enough force to break bones.
Suddenly there was a lot of commotion on the guys’ side and several of the girls stopped to look and you glanced over, but not soon enough as a volleyball shot towards you and struck you straight in the nose.
There were many loud gasps and some guys started laughing, calling someone ‘an idiot who can’t aim’. You looked over, while holding your now bleeding nose.
“Park, please escort her to the nurse. And when you get back, please be more careful,” the guys’ instructor ordered. You’d never met him before and he was the typical gym teacher. The boy who hit the ball to you, a tall, gangly looking boy, walked up to you bowing and apologizing profusely.
“I’m so sorry! This is all my fault, I should have been more careful!” he exclaimed. You smiled through your pain and blood.
“It was an obvious mistake, I forgive you.” you said, walking toward the school. The nurse’s office was almost entirely on the other side of campus from where you were. The walk was quiet and awkward, but at least he was polite enough to open doors for you.
“You, um. You’re really pretty. I didn’t mean to ruin it.” he said quietly. You turned to him and pulled away the copious paper towels you’d been given earlier.
“Oh, don’t get too bent outta shape. I’m too gorgeous to be ruined by some blood. It’s not even broken.” you assure him, resting a hand on his arm. You’re slightly surprised by the muscle definition and your hand lingered just a second too long, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“That’s true. If you ever want to return the favor, just let me know.” he said, grinning widely. You were slightly dazed by his perfectly straight white teeth. You were slightly jealous. You’re teeth weren’t nearly that perfect.
“Teeth…” you mumbled. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and then they furrowed.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing at all. I just–what did you mean by return the favor?” you asked.
“If you ever want to hit my nose you can just ask and I’ll let you. If you can’t find me just ask around for Park Chanyeol.” he proclaimed, bowing. You smiled and bowed back.
“Hi. It’s a little late for introductions but I’m–”
“Oh, no need. I know who you are. You’re pretty popular.”
“I just have a lot of friends and even more acquaintances. I’m great at parties though.” you joked, poking his side. He flushed brightly and his smile turned bashful.
“Y-yeah? Why?” Instead of directly answering him though you smiled as you stopped in front of the nurse’s office.
“When I have another party, I’ll invite you so you can find out. Thanks for walking me, Park-ssi.”
“You can just call me Chanyeol.” he corrected. You smiled even wider, then winced when your nose twinged. You cupped it.
“I’ll see you later Chanyeol.”
Min Hee was currently copying your notes from Algebra when you sighed and turned to her.
“Do you know of a Park Chanyeol?”
“Hm?”
“A Park Chanyeol! C’mon Min Hee, pay attention!” you whined, grabbing her shoulder and jostling her.
“You messed up my writing! Jeez, what’s the big question again?” she asked, erasing her mistake.
“Park Chanyeol. Do you know who that is?”
“Sure, he’s like boy wonder. Kinda nerdy. Some people have called him some musical braniac or something.”
“Is that all you know about him?” you question frantically. She stared at you.
“Yeah. He’s in a band too. Hye Yeong would know, being the sleuth she is.” Min Hee offered, going back to the notes.
“Well, where is she?”
“Talking to that Kim guy, you know? She says he’s so handsome and that she wants to date him. But I don’t know he’s a little stale isn’t he?” she commented, biting the end of her pen.
“That’s not sanitary.” you pointed out, making a face.
“Whatever you loser, it’s a habit. Gosh where’s our peacemaker when you need her?’
“We don’t need a peacemaker. She’s the mom friend. Get it right.” you retorted. She snorted at that and shook her head.
“Guess that makes me the dad?”
“What makes you the dad?”
Hye Yeong walked into the room and dumped her things carelessly onto the floor and sat on a desk, crossing her legs.
“Nothing really. Hey, do you know Park Chanyeol?” you ask enthusiastically. Min Hee rolled her eyes and Hye Yeong smiled lightly.
“Sure I do. What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know, what’s he like?” Hye Yeong adjusted her glasses and smirked.
“You’ve come to the right source. As an aspiring reporter and activist I know just about everything there is to know about everyone.”
“Get on with it Hye Yeong.” Min Hee grumbled. Hye Yeong pouted and continued.
“Well, first he’s in our grade, just a different home room. He’s in the music club, the choir, and is actually the drummer for a band. They haven’t given themselves a name yet, but sometimes they’re referred to as Rhythm Nutrition.”
Min Hee snorted.
“Rhythm Nutrition?” she asked. Hye Yeong nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh yeah. Something about their fans feeding on their strong rhythm.”
“What else?” you pressed, eating up the information
“He used to have a ferret when he was younger. I remember because he was really excited in school the day after. His older sister is an intern to be a reporter. She’s totally cool and awesome. Let’s see what else? Oh! His parents own a restaurant called Viva Polo. But I’ve only seen his mom in there all the time. He can play the drums and piano too.” she said.
You shook your head.
“But what is he like? Like, his personality.”
“Oh he’s totally a sweetheart. Like he helped people out with tutoring when he first started out. He even helps out in his mom shop and he’s super down to earth. Not many people know him though.” she said, plopping into the seat on the other side of Min Hee.
“Yeah, he was really nice when he walked me to the nurse.”
Min Hee looked shocked and grabbed your shoulders.
“Nurse? What’s wrong, are you okay?”
“Oh there was an accident in gym. Volleyball. Chanyeol was a little clumsy. It’s cool though.” Min Hee rolled her eyes.
“What so this guy hit you with a volleyball and now you’re falling in love?”
Hye Yeong snickered and you pouted.
“No. He’s just really cute. You said he’s in the choir?”
“Yeah.” she confirmed. You nodded, plotting your next move.
“So you want to manage the choir’s events and performances?” Kyungsoo asked. You nodded enthusiastically, brushing some hair back behind your ear.
“Yeah I think I can help the choir and still benefit from it. I want to major in hospitality management and having experience in putting together an event would look really impressive for college.” you told him. It was true that you wanted to major in hospitality management, but you already had experience from helping your church. But he didn’t need to know.
Kyungsoo nodded and closed his locker.
“Well, I can let the director know you want to help. We actually need to set up our fundraiser for our trip to Jeju and our director mentioned it’ll be hard without the committee she had last year.” he said, leading you down the hallway, presumably to the choir room.
“Committee?”
“Oh yeah, last year a bunch of the seniors ran just about everything when it came to the choir. They were basically larger than life. But now they graduated and we’re in charge now.” he said.
“I see. Will people be mad at me running things?” you just wanted an excuse to hang out with Chanyeol, but if you were stepping on toes…
“As long as we get some sort of say it’s fine. We’re about to have rehearsal. You can sit in and listen and afterwards I can introduce you to everybody. Okay?” he asked. You nodded excitedly, thoughts of having a new responsibility and also talking to Chanyeol again occupy your thoughts.
The choir room is bigger than you expected and the carpeted floor looks out of place since it’s the only place you’ve seen in the school besides the offices that’s carpeted. There are teenagers milling about or sitting, all chatting. Their eyes flicker to you and then away but you can feel them still observing you from their periphery. There’s even one student playing the piano and singing softly. She sounds lovely, but no one seems to particularly care. This must be usual for them.
“As you can see, we’re a little scattered. Until Mrs. Kwon comes in.” Sure enough, ten seconds later a diminutive woman strides in, commanding the room and kids we rearranging themselves until the girls were on either ends of the room and boys in the middle. Kyungsoo left you with a kind wave and you sat in the chair he told you to sit in near the chalkboard.
“Is everybody here?” the teacher asked. A girl from the far left back corner spoke up.
“Seulgi isn’t.”
A boy in front of Kyungsoo looked up from his phone.
“Neither is Chanyeol, but I think he went to sleep in the closet.” The woman rolled her eyes.
“Get him out of there, we have work to do.” she ordered. One of the girls on the left side went to a door on her side that you failed to notice. She opened it and softly called for Chanyeol. He came out looking somewhat rumpled but mostly awake.
The choir took roughly five minutes to warm up and they started to practice a slow song that built up to an explosive climax that shocked you how quickly they went from almost silent to boisterous noise. The director noticed you from her quick glances but said nothing. The choir spent the majority of the period singing, but occasionally there were witty remarks between the sections. You had a strong sense of closeness from them and you snickered from your seat. When there were only five minutes left in the class, the teacher tells them all to relax. They all sigh in relief and begin to talk. Kyungsoo stands up and approaches you at the same time the director finally fully acknowledges your presence.
“Mrs. Kwon, I found us someone to help manage our events.” Kyungsoo offered. She turned to you and shook your hand.
“Hi. Not many people want to help the choir. It’s hard managing our events. Obviously I’d help you but you’d be dealing with everything backstage. Is there any particular reason why you want to help?” she asked. You stood taller and tried to channel some of that authority you used in your church.
“It’s mostly for experience for college. But I don’t know, I guess it’s time to do something for the school, you know?” She nodded and began listing all the ways you can help out.
“Look, this will take a while. Do you have this period free?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good. Come here every day this week and we’ll discuss. It’ll be nice to work with you.” she said. You nodded, feeling accomplished.
Kyungsoo noticed you as you walked toward him, but before you could even get close you were intercepted by the guy who noted Chanyeol’s absence from the beginning of class.
“Hey there good looking are you ready for the experience of your life?” he asked waggling his eyebrow. You raised an eyebrow, an indulgent smile on your lips.
“And what might that be?”
“Why it’s me! Kim Jongdae.” he winked. There were a few groans and snickers from people within earshot and your indulgent smile quirked up.
“I’m decidedly underwhelmed.” you said, turning to Kyungsoo.
“Please tell me everyone is not like this.”
“Hey!” Jongdae protested. Kyungsoo laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder, leading you around the room introducing you to everyone.
When you got to Chanyeol he greeted you so enthusiastically you felt as if you’d been friends for years.
“You’re here! Wow you look really nice when your nose isn’t bleeding. Sorry about that by the way. It feels better right?” you ignore Kyungsoo’s look of surprise and smile disarmingly at Chanyeol.
“Oh thank you! It didn’t even hurt by the end of the day! But don’t even worry about it. I hope you didn’t get in too much trouble for it.” you said.
“Oh I just had to run ten laps around the track. It was like death.” he said, pushing his thick framed glasses up his nose. You felt your stomach flop when he smiled again. Sadly, Kyungsoo continued to introduce you to the choir. Everyone was cordial but you found yourself wanting to talk to Chanyeol instead.
When the class period was over you lingered, hoping to walk with Chanyeol.
“Chanyeol! Do you want to walk together?” you asked, fluttering your eyelashes and trying to look nonchalant all at the same time.
He nodded and gathered his books.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Oh to the west side of campus.” you supplied, your hand brushing against his. You glanced down at his hand, distracted by how big and rough it looks. Under his slightly awkward interior, you can see that he’s well on his way to being handsome and manly.
“Really? We can walk together then.” he grinned brightly at you and it was hard to fight the desire to whine. He was unreal.
The walk is punctuated by Chanyeol sharing a few short anecdotes about a few of his pets(including a spunky ferret named Ddori) who ran away and never returned. He barely noticed it when you told him that he had to keep going to his class or he’d be late.
That day when you got home, you looked up how to properly take care or a ferret in case you ever decided to get him one.
As it turned out Chanyeol was allergic to fur, especially cats and it was somewhat tragic when he talked about how much he adored pets but couldn’t have one.
“Oh my gosh he’s the dorkiest kid ever.” Min Hee commented as you both watched a video someone from the choir posted onto her SNS. In the video Chanyeol and a few others were dancing to one of their songs exaggeratedly.
“He’s so cute. I just want to make him soup and tuck him into bed. Or hold his hand and wrap my entire body around his–”
“Gross!” she exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and pushed her away liking the video.
“I meant cuddling. Don’t you think he’d be fun to cuddle with? His hugs are really warm.” Min Hee only pulled out her phone and began furiously tapping, probably updating her multiple SNS accounts and maybe even telling Hye Yeong how enamored you were, which was pointless since she knew.
“You know what you should do?” Min Hee asked, setting her phone face down.
“What?”
“Tell Park that you like him so I can stop hearing about him every day. Seriously I think I’m losing it here. Like, how hard can it be to tell someone you like them?” she asked. You shook your head and sat down across from her.
“It’s not that easy! He told me that in middle school kids used to bully him. Popular kids. Know what he said when we first met? I’m popular. Didn’t even have to introduce myself. If I confess he’ll think I spent all this time befriending him, only to tease him.” you fret, biting your thumbnail anxiously. Min Hee sighed her expression softening as she grabbed your hands and cradled them.
“Listen, I have just a few things to say. First, if he has so little faith in you, maybe he doesn’t deserve your affection. Second, you aren’t a bully. If you show him how sincere you are he’ll get it, right?” she asked. You stare at Min Hee, who’s face is so kinda and tender that for a moment you’re reminded of a memory of your mother telling you she loves you and it brings a tear to your eye. Immediately Min Hee starts to freak out.
“Min Hee~You’re a good friend.” you sniffle, hugging her and laughing when she pats your back somewhat awkwardly. For a few seconds you simply enjoyed the hug, but when another pair of arms joined in your eyes widened and you stiffened.
“Hey baby what’s your name?” a poor impersonation of Chanyeol let you know exactly who this was.
“Hye Yeong! You scared me! And Chanyeol already knows my name.” you pout.
“Yeah, yeah. But does he know your heart?” she asked seriously. You sigh and shake your head before feeling a rush of determination.
“Okay!” you said simply. It was time.
Now that you were ready to confess to Chanyeol you needed to set up an opportunity for it. First thing: save up money. There was something you needed to buy, but it was somewhat embarrassing given how old you were. But as long as you kept up with your job at the convenience store you’d be fine. Your second goal was to set up a date with Chanyeol, or at least get him alone somewhere since public confessions were risky and embarrassing.
Only a few months passed when you finally had enough money, but by this time, Chanyeol’s birthday had just about arrived. You hated to do it, but you begged your parents for enough money to buy him that book on music composition that he’d mentioned a few times. They both cooed at you, stating that your affection was so obvious. You wondered if that was true. You now spent much more time with Chanyeol and you messaged him often. Perhaps he did know and was simply sparing you from hurt feelings.
“You look distracted. What’s up?”
You left your internal monologue, and looked across the library table to Chanyeol, who was looking exceptionally good today. He’d recently dyed his hair a light brown, and instead of straightening it any particular way, he simply let it lay naturally fluffy on his head. He was sans glasses today, but he did have on a mask, saying that he had an especially big pimple today and was too self-conscious to show his face confidently.
“Nothing. I was actually thinking about your birthday,” his eyes lit up and his enthusiasm was so adorable that your heart pounded.
“Really? Did you get me a gift?”
You hummed in affirmation, looking down at your English book and back up at Chanyeol.
“What?” you asked. His eyes softened and he ran a hand through his hair before ruffling it.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about how happy I am that we met. I really appreciate you.” he grinned, reaching over to playfully tweak your nose. The action made you feel like a child, but you tolerated it, mostly because his hand was so warm.
“I appreciate you too Chanyeol.” He laughed a bit and you shushed him, not wanting to be scolded by the librarian. You went back to studying your book, while Chanyeol pulled out some sheet music, presumably for choir which he began reading, humming it brokenly. Chanyeol had confessed that he could barely read music and learned better by ear. Watching him struggle to read the music was somewhat sad, but he was determined to get it right. He looked up and made eye contact. He flushed and looked down.
“Sorry, I’m really loud,” he whispered. You shook your head.
“No you’re fine. You just sound really nice. You should audition for a solo at the concert.” he shrugged.
“Maybe. But I want to do it as a duet. But I’m not sure who to do it with.” Chanyeol confessed. You pursed your lips.
“Maybe Jongdae?” you suggested.
“He’s more of a rocker type isn’t he? I need someone jazzy, but a tenor.” Your smile lit up and he noticed immediately, smiling in response, but looking no less curious.
“Kyungsoo! He’s so jazzy, like, smoky club jazzy!” he snickered.
“Maybe. If he wants too.”
As it turned out they did eventually meet up to practice, but you didn’t get to listen in, as you were busier than ever. You were setting up a concert for the school, while Mrs. Kwon set up the one for parents. You had to promote it, and find a sound person, an MC. It was a little overwhelming but you kept calm. Eventually some ambitious kid offered to learn how to use the soundboard and instead of finding an MC you offered to do it yourself. All you needed was some posters, programs, and to set prices. Setting it all up was actually kind of fun and you even contemplated concessions, but Hye yeong talked you out of it, telling you it was too much.
The choir was becoming steadily more stressed and Mrs. Kwon was snapping at the sopranos for not having tone and the poor tenors’ voices were cracking. The basses were being blamed for bringing the choir down for every missed step and the altos were more than tired, getting an attitude with everyone, even the director.
You were thankful to not be involved with any of it. Despite the high tension in the choir room, Chanyeol was cheerful as ever and joined you in study hall to chat with Min Hee and Hye Yeong. They both smiled and giggled when he joined, so much so that he started to believe that they were teasing you.
“It’s not that Chanyeol I promise. It’s my fault. I keep mentioning you to them and they actually couldn’t wait to meet you.” you assured him as he walked you to the bus stop.
“Are you sure? If I’m intruding on your bonding I won’t bother you guys.”
“Chanyeol I promise you that’s not it. But I’m sorry if it felt like that. You know I–” you cut yourself off and he glanced at you his brows pulling together.
“Huh?”
“Nothing, sorry. Anyway, thanks for walking me again Chanyeol, I really appreciate it.” you changed the subject, biting your nail once again. Suddenly his hand engulfed yours and pulled it from your mouth.
“You shouldn’t bite your nail anymore. Should I get you a teething ring,” he teased, inspecting all of your nails. You blushed a lot and fought the urge to lean into his arm. He let your hand go and ruffled your hair, gesturing for you to get on the bus.
“Bye Chanyeol.”
“Stay safe!” he said, waving you away. You boarded the bus waving at Chanyeol until he was out of sight.
“Your boyfriend is really handsome,” aa middle aged woman tells you. A young boy sits on her lap, reading a children’s book aloud.
“Oh he’s–um–thanks?” you should’ve said he’s not your boyfriend, but maybe for a few seconds you can pretend.
The woman chuckled and stroked her son’s head, kissing his cheek.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s natural to be like that around someone you like.”
“I do like him a lot. He’s very special to me.” you smiled lacing your fingers together. The woman grinned.
“Young love is so beautiful. I’ll leave you alone, but here’s some advice. Tell your boyfriend how much you like him often, let him know you care and if he’s good for you, he’ll do the same.”
`You’re gonna confess? In that? You’re a weird girl.’ Hye Yeong’s text said. You frowned, but called Chanyeol anyway.
“Hello?”
“Hi Chanyeol. I need to tell you something really important but I want you to come to my house. Is that okay?”
“Sure that’s fine. What’s your address?”
You recited it to Chanyeol who wrote it down and hung up promptly, leaving you feeling slightly snubbed.
Waiting for him to arrive was a trying experience. On one hand, you were ready for this moment to happen, no matter what the outcome. On the other, you were incredibly nervous. You might have misinterpreted Chanyeol’s intentions and were possibly about to embarrass yourself. Maybe he only ever viewed you as a friend? And what if the relationship fell apart and you could never be friends again? The whole thing was making you anxious, but at least your parents were home to see you look like an idiot.
There was a knock and you took a deep breath, tugging the hood of your outfit over your head.
When you answered the door, Chanyeol was there looking especially handsome in his casual clothes.
“Chanyeol you’re here!” you exclaim, stepping back and allowing him in and leading him to to kitchen.
“Yeah–what–what is that you’re wearing?” he asked. You looked down at your cloth covered body and looked back at Chanyeol.
“I’m glad you asked. Your birthday is this weekend and I wanted to throw you a party. But this weekend I’m visiting my grandparents and I won’t be back until too late. So I bought us matching onesies so we can have our own party.” you explained.
“Really? Is mine Rilakkuma too?” You nod excitedly and gesture for him to follow you to the living room. You pull the onesie out of the box and hand it to him.
“I had to ask around for your height and I guessed on your size.” you explain. Chanyeol immediately took off his jacket and pulled on the onesie.
“It’s so warm and soft! It’s actually a little big, but I love it!” he grinned looking so adorable and sweet that—
“I like you!” you blurted loudly.
It just came out.
“Oh no. There was supposed to be a really nice speech about how much I care about you and now I’ve ruined it. I’m sorry you deserve better.” you apologize reaching for his hand tentatively.
Chanyeol look surprised, and confused.
“Um, I know you like me. I kinda thought we were dating already.” he said.
“What? I haven’t even confessed!” you argued. He shrugged and grabbed your other hand with his shyly, his lips quirking awkwardly.
“You didn’t need to. I started to realize it when you came to every choir class, when you didn’t need to, and you were always just watching me with these eyes. And I was doing the same, but you didn’t notice. But, that day in the library I thought you were confessing, but just really shyly,” he explained, rubbing your knuckles and bringing them up to kiss your hands tenderly.
“Chanyeol–I. You just confessed to me. Are we dating now?” you ask excitedly. He laughed quietly and brought you into a tight hug.
“Yes, we’re dating.”
You let out a happy yell and bury your face in his chest, sighing contentedly.
The audience applauded as the duet ended and you winked at Chanyeol and waved at Kyungsoo before turning to the audience.
“Thank you to Chanyeol and Kyungsoo for that lovely song, our next song is an original piece by one of our very own students…”
As the next solo began you went just behind the curtain and smiled at Chanyeol, and walked over to his side and leaning against his arm where e stood.
“You sounded really great out there Chanyeol.” you complimented kissing his cheek and hugging his shoulders. He wrapped a long arm around your waist and pulled you even closer.
“I’m glad you thought so. I did this to satisfy you after all.” he teased, tickling you.
“Shh, we can’t be loud! Thank you for singing. I’m really proud of you Chanyeol.” you told him, ruffling his hair. He complained about it before one of the altos, Hyorin frowned.
“You guys are disgustingly cute. Go away.” she said. Chanyeol stood up and grabbed your hand.
“We can go make out in the hallway for a few seconds and then come back,” he said. You smiled back at him, almost dreamily.
“Definitely.”
Hyorin rolled her eyes.
“I’ll knock when the song’s almost over!”
You guys! This whole thing is 5,336 words long, why did I go so insane? YOU GUYS! Please show this one lots of love, it’s my child.