You were freaking out. Clothes were flying over your shoulders as you raided your closet and you felt a little like crying. You had nothing to wear? What should you even wear? Something cute, but not too cute, because you wanted them to take you seriously. But not something too serious either, you didn’t want them to think you were boring. Definitely not sexy. Why was it so difficult?!
In the middle of your breakdown, Chanyeol walked in and stopped in the door, eyes widened at the mess you’d made of your bedroom. He whistled, slightly impressed and stepped over a giant pile to take a seat on the bed. He watched you panic for a second, smiling slightly to himself.
Turning around, you could feel tears threatening to fall and you let out a little defeated whimper. “Don’t laugh at me,” you whined when seeing his smiling face. “I’m having a crisis.”
“I can see that, I don’t understand why though,” Chanyeol chuckled, leaning back on another pile of clothes behind him. You hadn’t realized how much clothes you actually had until it was suddenly all over your bedroom.
“Chanyeol! We’re going to dinner with your parents! And your sister too! How could I not panic? I’ve never met them before!” you cried, throwing a pair of socks at him when he laughed at you. How could he laugh at your misery, did he not see this was serious? What if they didn’t like you, you knew Chanyeol valued his parents’ opinion over pretty much everything. If they told him to break it off with you, you were pretty sure that he would. And his sister was his idol growing up, if she didn’t approve you were doomed.
“Still don’t see the problem,” he shrugged, that annoying grin making you throw another pair of socks at him. He caught it just before it could hit him in the fate so you just stomped your foot like the mature person you were.
“What if they don’t like me Chanyeol? I’ve never ‘met the parents’ like this before, I don’t know what to say. And you know how awkward I am even when I’m not this nervous! I don’t have a proper education, and I know they’re gonna ask me what I want to do with my life! And you know I’m a picky eater, what if I don’t like what we’re having, I don’t want to insult your mother but I don’t have a poker face. I’m not even funny, so I can’t even save the situation when I fuck up! It’s going to be a disaster Chanyeol!
After your little breakdown you were panting, probably looking just a tad bit crazy, and the smile had dropped from Chanyeol’s face. He was quiet for a second or two before finally nodding somberly.
“I guess you’re right, they’ll probably hate you,” he then said, completely straight-faced. Before you could even start crying though, his face split into a playful grin and he stuck out his tongue at you.
Having been literal seconds away from another melt-down, you gasped in betrayal and picked up the nearest thing to throw at him, which turned out to be another pair of socks. As he started laughing, you picked up the entire sock drawer and started pelting him with rolled up socks, yelling unintelligibly at him.
When you eventually ran out of ammunition, you crossed your arms and turned your back on him, your lips coming out in an involuntary pout. How could he make fun of you like that?
Arms snuck around your middle and you were pulled into a warm hug. You lasted exactly three seconds before your icy exterior melted away and you allowed yourself to be hugged.
“Hey,” he mumbled soothingly into your hair. “They’re going to love you, don’t worry! I promise you, okay? I’ve talked too much about you already for them not to. Trust me.”
You just hummed and allowed yourself to relax and he gently swayed you from side to side to help calm you down, humming quietly. Eventually, you turned around and put your arms around him to hug him back.
“I’ll get back at you for that,” you mumbled into his shirt and you felt his laugh more than hearing it. “I’ll promise you that.”
“Yeah yeah,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Whatever you say. And wear that new shirt you bought? That blue one? It looks really pretty on you.”
After having to force yourself out of Chanyeol’s arms to get dressed, you finally got your outfit together and got your hair done just in time for the two of you to leave.
And Chanyeol had been right. His parents adored you and his sister was probably going to be your new best friend. The many albums of Chanyeol’s baby pictures had been a nice surprise as well. His mom had even given you a couple for you to keep as teasing material for the future.
speaking of the number 72: Astronomers find 72 bright and fast explosions By Deborah Byrd in Space | April 7, 2018 https://bit.ly/2Eup7Du / Shaman Circle of the Sacred Earth clairaudience "It's in the stars"
So after floundering around with medibang, obs, and finding a new video editing program, I finally produced a speedpaint + a proper digital painting for the first time in months. Planning on making a lot more. Expect the video soon.
#72! Ok #72 is such a hella great person, I mean, no, no it's forbidden to be this perfect ok, just no. We don't talk that much though. Which really is sad since I often see them talking to their friends and omfg they're GORGEOUS, so I already claimed them as my friend, OK YOU'RE MY FRIEND NOW AND WE DEFINITELY SHOULD TALK MORE <33 *flops on*
