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P e t r i c h o r : Rainy With A Chance of Park Chanyeol - 13

(A/N: Extra long chapter to celebrate my 18th birthday on the 3rd and my graduation on the 5th :D SO HERE YOU GO.)

She could still vividly remember the feeling of his lips against hers, and how his scent and touch lingered on her, seeping into her skin and burning all the way to her bones.

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Chanyeol found Haneul waiting by the Christmas tree.

He slowed his pace just a little to admire the sight in front of him, the breath-taking side profile of the girl standing just a few feet away from him with her head tilted back as eyes trained over makeshift stars that weaved above them. And despite the cold air that surrounded them on this Christmas night, he felt the tingling feeling that crept up his chest as a swirl of butterflies convoluted in the pits of his stomach.

She turned upon hearing his footsteps. It was slow at first but then eventually her pink lips spread into a smile, her face, her eyes lighting up and he couldn’t help but gasp a little. There were rare occasions when he was granted witness to moments like this, seconds and heartbeats of preciousness that had his chest tightening and him losing his breath.

“You did well, Chanyeol.” Haneul stepped into the man’s extended arms, letting her arms encircle around his waist.

“I did?” He asked, a little breathless but nonetheless happy.

Chanyeol felt her nod.

The man was biting his bottom lip to hide the massive grin that threatened to stretch across his face. “Thanks.”

“Yeol?”

He hummed, resting his chin atop her head.

“I talked to my parents today.”

“Ah, how are they doing?”

She sighed. “Good, they’re doing good.”

It was a few heartbeats later when he spoke. “This is our first Christmas together.”

And he knew that it was her first Christmas spent without her family.

“It is.”

Another long silence stretched over them, and Haneul was just thankful that the dull feeling inside her chest didn’t feel as prominent when she was capsulated in the warmth of Chanyeol’s embrace. She inhaled and buried her face into the soft material of his scarf, letting the familiar and comforting scent fill her lungs.

“I know you miss your family, and I miss mine too.” Chanyeol was having a hard time controlling his words and body ever since Christmas Eve and he was starting to get tired of questioning everything. “But this is one of the greatest Christmases I’ve ever spent.”

Because you’re here.

He settled for closing his eyes as the unspoken words hung in the cold December air.

The tall boy was beginning to think that he wouldn’t get a response but then she finally spoke into the crook of his neck. “Me too.”

Chanyeol could hear it, the thin layer of bitter sadness that tinted her sincere words and invisible strings tugged at his heart. He was lucky enough to be able to meet his family before Christmas while he remembered Haneul calling him one night after studying for her test. And despite the obvious strain and tiredness in her voice, he could hear her excitement as she told him that she would be able to see her parents since they managed to sort out a few days’ off to come and visit.

He also remembered having lunch with Haneul two days later when she received a call from her mother telling her that all the flights were booked and even being on the waiting list would mean a small chance of making it.

He couldn’t bring himself to ignore the forced laugh that left her lips. ‘It’s alright. There’s nothing we can do about it anyway. Yes, yes there’s always a next time.’ were her exact words before she ended the call with a half-hearted ‘bye’ and Chanyeol witnessed for the first time since they’ve met Haneul being upset to the point that her eyes were glassy and glistening with unshed tears of disappointment. She didn’t finish the rest of her lunch that day, and Chanyeol didn’t force her to like he normally would have.

Not knowing what else to say, he opted for holding her even closer and enveloping her into his embrace in hopes that somehow, to some ridiculous extent that it would be enough to dispel the feeling inside her for now.

Because it was Christmas, and no one deserved to be sad on Christmas, especially not Haneul.

“I’m glad that you’re here.” The words were just above a whisper and for a split second Chanyeol asked himself if they were nothing more than just a trickery of his mind.

But they weren’t, and his heart swelled.

Chanyeol pulled back just a little so that he could see her face. “Me too.”

Her smile sweetened the very air inside Chanyeol’s lungs and for a second he stopped breathing just to hold the oxygen in a little longer, to preserve it.

“Haneul.” He breathed, finding the familiar weird feeling in the pits of his stomach as he stared down at her.

Her eyebrows quirked in question, waiting for his next words.

“When am I going to be able to hear you play?” He asked, brushing a stray curl away from her face.

There was a spark in her eyes. “Never.”

“But why? I thought I was special.” His voice was nothing above a hushed murmur.

She found the words slipping from her lips a second after. “You are special.”

“So…”

“I’ll think about it.”

Chanyeol didn’t hold back the stupidly large smile that slapped across his face, his eyes swimming with warmth and affection while sparking something aside from the Christmas lights that surrounded them.

Her eyes flickered to his dimple and slowly, she lifted her hand and dipped a finger in the small natural hollow in his left cheek.

If it was possible, Chanyeol swore that his heart stopped beating.

With bated breath, he held her even closer. It was starting to get clearer to him now as he stared at her up close, drinking in every single detail of the sight before him while feeling as if the rest of his insides were slowly disappearing. He was so close to her that he could see his own face reflected in the depths of her eyes, eyes that swam with oceans of emotions and sparkled like the stars in the midnight sky.

“Merry Christmas, Yeol.” The words fell from her lips in the puffs of white smoke.

It took him a few unsteady heartbeats to begin leaning forward until their noses touched and then suddenly he was having trouble breathing all over again.

His heart was slamming against his ribcage with so much violence that he was pretty sure his chest was going to bruise from the inside-out.

But it didn’t matter.

He didn’t care.

“Merry Christmas, Haneul.” He whispered, feeling her warm breath graze across his skin.

And then he pressed his lips against hers.

The numbers on his wrist-watch changed and showed a ’00:00’ as midnight rolled along, singling the end of 25th December and welcoming the first seconds of the following day.

“That’s it?” Jongin gawked at him from his place at the counter while Kyungsoo just continued to wash the tomatoes under the running water.

Chanyeol nodded slightly. “Well…yeah.”

“Really?” The blonde boy’s voice was a pitch higher now. “That was it?”

“What should I have done? I mean, I didn’t even know why I –” He was interrupted mid-sentence when he heard the door open and then Baekhyun’s cheerful greeting that followed.

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. Jongin gave him a look that was almost sympathetic and glanced at his watch. “You should really go now, you’ve been doing nothing but mope all morning.”

“I have not.” Chanyeol argued, but was already grabbing his phone from the table along with his keys. “I’m just…worried.”

Jongin shrugged.

Chanyeol hesitated, picking up the small rectangular box from the coffee table.

“I’ll be going now.”

“I’ll bring down some spaghetti later.” Kyungsoo offered with a gentle smile.

Haneul stifled a yawn and kicked away another empty cardboard box before opening another one. Today was officially the first day of her life living in the new apartment – her apartment – despite her already sleeping here the night before since she’s finished emptying her old apartment. She has been unpacking and sorting her belongings almost non-stop since yesterday and the only time that she took a rest was when Chanyeol showed up at the doorstep with two cups of warm caramel latte after practice to help.

Her hands clutched at the sides of the box at the thought.

Chanyeol.

It was just a simple kiss, a fleeting but firm touch of lips and it was over too soon. Because Yixing and Kyungsoo finished packing up their equipment and were approaching them.

She could still vividly remember the feeling of his lips against hers, and how his scent and touch lingered on her, seeping into her skin and burning all the way to her bones.

She remembered opening her eyes and then feeling like she was swimming in the depths of his chocolate brown eyes. And for those brief seconds, his eyes seemed to hold the world’s emotions in them, emotions that she wasn’t able to read clearly in the midst of the fluttering of her heart and refilling her lungs with oxygen.

Even the air particles carried faint traces of the man in front of her.

Sighing, she reached for a pile of clothes inside the box before setting them onto her bed, she was able to finish setting up and decorating the kitchen, bathroom and living room. All that remained was her bedroom and she could feel the soreness kicking in from all the moving and carrying. Having lost track of time, she didn’t know what time it was when she ran out of the room to answer the door after hearing the doorbell ring.

She found Chanyeol standing in front of her, decked a hoodie, a pair of jeans and sneakers.

“Hey.” She said.

The lopsided smile he answered her had her sucking in an extra sharp breath before stepping aside to let him in and closed the door behind him.

“How’s the unpacking going?” He took off his shoes and observed the living room and the open kitchen, noticing the extra decorations that she pulled out after he had left last night.

“I’ve been at it since eight in the morning and I don’t think I’m even halfway through with my room.” Haneul walked past him and made her way to the kitchen, grabbing two cups and then filling them with water. “I need a break.”

When she turned around, Chanyeol was shrugging off his hoodie and underneath it was the caramel beige colored sweater she gifted him for Christmas. When she bought it, she specifically chose the soft warm color to compliment his pale skin tone but she never expected it to look so good on him. Not only did it go well with his skin, but also his hair even though it’s getting long and his roots were growing out. It fitted him and clung to his upper body in all the right ways and she just had to take a deep breath and grip the cups a little tighter.

He looked up, catching her staring at him.

“Come here.” It was a soft request, but one that her legs didn’t fulfill.

Chanyeol soon realized that and slowly made his way over to her as if he was approaching a small kitten in the streets. He took one of the cups – the one he always used whenever he’s at her place – and placed it on the island counter next to him. Haneul could only look at him, feeling the words caught in her throat as his fingers came in contact with her hand when he plucked the other cup she was holding and set it down.

He dug into the pocket of his hoodie, pulled out a small box and then draped the piece of clothing on the stool.

“I know we already exchanged Christmas presents, but I wanted to give this to you personally and watch you unwrap it so here it is.” Chanyeol balanced the box on his palm and held it between them. “Merry Christmas, Haneul.”

The way he let the words come out in a soft voice sent her heart clenching with a feeling that was still foreign to her. And as if on cue, the memory of their kiss flashed before her eyes.

Haneul averted her gaze from his and looked down at the box. Her breath hitched as her fingers reached for the familiar signature turquoise colored box with a white ribbon wrapped around it. She released the ribbon from its knot, revealing the words ‘Tiffany and Co.’ on the cover of the box in black print.

“Chanyeol.”

“Common, open it.”

She hesitated before lifting the cover and Chanyeol took the small turquoise pouch and then replaced the box in her hand with it. With she gingerly reached inside the pouch and took out its content.

as walking around one day and I saw this on display by the window.” He was standing behind her and clasping the silver necklace around her neck. Haneul held her breath as the back of her exposed neck tingled with the touch of his fingers. “I don’t know why I even noticed it in the first place because I’ve never been one to pay attention to it but it happened, I was walking by, it was just there and you were the first thought that appeared in my head when I saw the necklace.”

“And I thought, it would be the perfect Christmas present because it’s so pretty and delicate and I knew without a doubt that it’d look beautiful on you.” There was a pause, then his hands were on her shoulders and he was turning her around to face him as he continued. “I was right.”

The gentleness that poured from the boy’s deep voice sent a fury of butterflies to swirl around in her stomach and they threatened to tear her open from the inside when his hands trailed down her arms from their initial position at her shoulders, only to stop at her hands before holding them in his.

Something in the way that he looked at her made her stop herself from shying from against his touch. His traced his left thumb over the back of her hand, the simple touch enough to cause the stutter in her breathing as he murmured, voice soft and uncharacteristically bare.

“I hope you like it as much as I do, because I really, really like it on you.” -----------------------

A/N: Also, besides me turning 18 and graduating, the third reason that I decided to make this (early) update a lot longer is because I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who've stumbled upon my blog and read my writing, and of course following me and the story. Thank you for being so sweet and being the best encouragement and motivation for me to keep improving and presenting my best. Please continue to support me and look forward to more because (trust me) there's much more to come.

And also don't hesitate to talk to me c: I really love talking to people.

Let me know your thoughts on the story so far, and have a lovely weekend~^^

With much love, Spitfire.

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