Melismatic (pt. 1)
Pairing: Maknae Line/Reader
Genre: Fluff (for now)
Summary: You became the ‘general manger’ of the four youngest in EXO. Your days are filled with surprises, and whiny boys. They’ve become like irreplaceable family members to you, but what about their end?
“Robbed! Completely ROBBED.” You scream at the TV screen, swinging the remote around in your hands. You turn the TV off in a huff before throwing the remote next to you. “What the hell was that?!”
The three boys shrink at your tantrum, and they could only shift uneasily on the sofa. Jongin, Chanyeol, and Sehun exchange small glances before looking back at you.
“Y/N… It’s okay, it’s fine…” Chanyeol is sitting next to you, taking the brunt of your anger. He tries to comfort you, but you push him away.
“It’s anything but fine,” you insist, “they stole the award from right under you guys! Who the fuck is ATF? And the performance? You guys worked so hard to prepare but they only let you do two songs? What the hell? I swear to God, every single one would have caught these hands if I went…” You rant on and on, and the three of them can only listen with stiff expressions.
“What’s going on?” Kyungsoo steps out from the hall, his towel draped over his wet hair. He’s wearing a white tee and his plaid boxers as usual. His skin is still damp from the shower.
“Yinyuetai awards show…” Jongin replies, relieved that your preachings are interrupted.
Kyungsoo opens the fridge and grabs a glass of milk. “Oh, that mess? Thank God it’s over.” He pops the cap open and finishes the glass in one go.
“Right! At least Soo agrees with me…” and you continue on. Jongin and Sehun give Kyungsoo a ‘please help us’ look. Kyungsoo tosses his empty glass away.
“Y/N, want to get some froyo?” he asks, and you instantly perk up. You forget what you were just talking about and jump up from the couch.
“Yeah! Let’s go!” you run to your room to get changed. Kyungsoo give the boys a quick thumbs up and goes to grab some black pants to wear over his boxers.
Jongin, Sehun, and Chanyeol let out a sigh of relief and fall back onto the couch. “She’s scarier than Junmyeon-hyung…” It’s not that they liked the event either, but they’ve already taken enough heat from their leader.
You pop back into the living room with an oversized Supreme t-shirt that fell mid thigh and black shorts that aren’t visible. You twirl around the living room, humming softly. The weather has been getting really warm, and you’ve been craving froyo for so long.
“Y/N, put some pants on,” Sehun jokes. You ‘tsk’ and give him a dirty look.
“Wait.” Chanyeol follows your movements around the room. “Isn’t that my shirt?”
You bring your hands to your face and give him an innocent smile. “You left it in my room, so…”
“No wonder I couldn’t find it…” he mumbles under his breath. You glide over to the couch and tackle him with a back hug.
“Don’t be stingy, you have like ten thousand shirts!” you protest, resting your chin on top of his head– his fluffy hair makes a perfect cushion.
“Well… she’s not wrong,” Sehun chimes in, after a flashback of Chanyeol’s overflowing closet. He bounces up from his seat and starts to head towards his room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
“To change, duh.”
“Nuh-uh. You are not coming with us, mister 49-centimeter-shoulder. I am NOT trying to get jumped by fans, not today,” you grimace, and he stops in his tracks to give you the Sehun pout. You mock his expression right back, and he returns to his seat, sulking.
“Soo has a fairly ‘normal’ body type, so it’s easier to go out with him,” you add, playing with Chanyeol’s ears. Chanyeol is already so used to it at this point, it doesn’t even bother him anymore, so he just sits still and let you have your way.
“I can’t tell if you just insulted me or…” Kyungsoo comes back out, this time with pants on.
“It’s a compliment!” you exclaim, hopping off Chanyeol’s back. You skip over to the shoe rack. “Alright, we’ll be back! Don’t burn the building down now.”
You and Kyungsoo head down a flight of stairs, past the other members’ dorm, and down another series of steps. The warm, evening breeze welcomes you as Kyungsoo opens the front door. The froyo shop is about 10 minutes away from where the house is located, a pretty isolated area. It was to keep the fans from ever finding this place, and so far, it’s worked liked a charm.
“Tomorrow marks two years,” Kyungsoo suddenly mentions, adjusting his baseball cap lower on his face. You turn to look at him with wide eyes, surprised that he even remembers.
You focus back on the empty road the two of you are following, and stare into the distance. “It honestly feels like a lot longer…” you trail off, thinking back to the day you first met the four men that would become the most important people in your life.
“Alright you rascals, this is Y/N, and she’ll be your assistant manager or whatever the title is, starting from today!” EXO’s manager announces, presenting you at the the front door. You bow quickly, not knowing who to look at. The maknae line, better known as Jongin, Sehun, Chanyeol, and Kyungsoo, have their gazes fixed on you.
“Yah Manager-nim, is she suppose to be our babysitter?” Sehun asks, with a slightly sarcastic tone.
The manager gives him an annoyed look before saying, “You know what, yes. That’s the word I was looking for.” He glances at the clock. “Well, I have to go now. Please behave… for once,” he directs toward the boys.
He pats your back with a huge smile. He lowers his voice so only you can hear. “Thank you Y/N, and take care of them… they’re quite a handful.” It was then you realize why exactly he hired another manager. You’re assigned to take care of the four maknaes, the ones he could not watch over any longer. You glance at their angelic faces and that’s when your hectic life begins.
Being the manager of EXO is every girl’s dream. Undoubtedly, you were a fan as well. The first meeting, you were crazy nervous. You shut away all the urges to fangirl and cry, standing right before your biases. You were really awkward at first, but soon, you settled down at the dorm. Some part of you realize that they’re just human like everyone else; living with them made the transition so much easier.
And now, nearly two years later, they’ve become the closest people in your life.. You’ve been through alot with them–the good, the bad, and the ugly. They are undeniably a pain in the neck, but you’ve adapted to their strange and childish habits. As cheesy as it is, you really would do anything for them. They’re your family, and no one messes with that.
“I’ll order when we go in, okay?” you give a motherly smile to Kyungsoo and pat him on the head. The bells above jingle a couple of times as the door opens and closes. You actually come to this spot quite often, when you actually have free time.
“Same thing right?” you ask Kyungsoo, walking up to the counter. He nods.
You greet the cashier with a smile. “Hello! Can I get two-”
“The usual?” the cashier interrupts politely with a grin. You give him a slightly startled expression, and he laughs it off. “Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker. I see you here sometimes,” he says sweetly, and you can’t help but blush.
“O-oh… I see,” you stutter. “And yes! The usual please,” you remember, pulling out your wallet. He stops you before you open it up.
“You can just… tell me your name instead,” he winks, making your face even pinker. You actually find him very cute; his short, dark brown hair and charming smile cut the deal. “I’m Minho, and you are?”
“Um… I’m-” A hard slap on the counter makes you jump, and you turn to see Kyungsoo next to you. He slides a fifty dollar bill to the cashier under the hand he almost broke the counter with.
“Soo, what the hell? You scared me!” You slap him on the arm but he just ignores you, his eyes burning itself into those of the anxious boy in front of him.
“Keep the change,” Kyungsoo mutters through his gritted teeth with an obvious fake smile. He grabs the two cups that the other worker just brought out, shoving on in your hand. “Let’s go.” With one swift motion, he snatches your free hand in his and pulls you out of the store behind him.
“What was that for?” you growl, releasing yourself from his grasp.
“Eat your froyo, it’s going to melt,” he responds nonchalantly. You do as he says, gaping at the inviting aesthetics of the yogurt and forgetting your anger. The two of you just talk normally the whole way home, with mouths full of yogurt. You reach the foot of the house, and toss both your finished cups into the trash.
“We’re home!” you announce, after unlocking the door. Chanyeol and Sehun are in the living room, practicing the dance for their next comeback. “Where’s Jongin?”
“Looking over his script,” Chanyeol answers, short of breath. He stops dancing and falls onto the couch, wiping off his sweat with his arms, and Sehun does the same. “What took you guys so long?” Chanyeol leers at Kyungsoo, who doesn’t even flinch.
“Y/N here… was busy flirting with the cashier,” Kyungsoo drones. He returns to his room, stretching his arms and yawning.
“Was not!” you retort, crossing your arms as you plop down on the seat between Sehun and Chanyeol. The two give you a suspicious squint. “He asked for my name, that’s all. But Soo stopped me! I don’t see what the problem is… he was pretty cute,” you grumble.
“Oh? On a scale of one to me, how attractive was he?” Sehun comments. You roll your eyes at him, knowing well that he was being serious. Chanyeol just laughs and puts his arms around your shoulder. You feel the heat and sweat emitting from his body.
“Let’s be real Y/N,” he teases, “We’re all you need, aren’t we?” That’s lowkey exactly what you think… but you weren’t about to let them know.
“Sure… if you believe hard enough, it’ll become the truth,” you smile sarcastically. You stand up and his arms slide off your back. “Go shower, you guys stink. I’m going to go help Jongin with his script again.”
You hear Sehun grumbling behind you as you head into the hall. “Jongin this… Jongin that, you might as well adopt him.” There it is. Sehun’s spoiled side. You let out a small sigh and give in.
“Want to come with me?” you coo. Sehun immediately stops his whining. “After you shower.” He beams a smile at you and shuffles to the bathroom.
Chanyeol turns around on the sofa and gives you a defeated look. “You spoil him too much…”
“I can’t help it,” you sigh. “But you too! All of you actually… ugh whatever.” You shake your head and leave the room.
Kyungsoo comes back out a few minutes later, and peers at Chanyeol. “Y/N?”
“Jongin’s,” Chanyeol answers. Then he sits up and gives him a thumbs up. “Good shit today Kyungsoo.” And he knew exactly what he was referring to.
Kyungsoo gives a small nod. “Mhm.”
Chanyeol sighs in frustration, laying back on the couch and running a hand through his hair. “If we can’t have her, no one can.”
A/N: Love triangle who? I blame Hana for this. And myself… life is hard when you bias the four maknaes of exo… *sob* I sense a road of angst down ahead… Why do I do this to myself ;; I wasn’t even going to publish this but I was like why the hell not. 🙇🏻🙇🏻
PART 2
