#chanyeol crack fic

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IN THE DYING SUMMER SUN — BBH

PAIRING: baekhyun x female reader SUMMARY: a weekend up at the beach house might just be enough to make you crack and come clean about your little (big, fat) crush. alternatively, park chanyeol is possibly the worst wingman ever. GENRE: friends to lovers! au, crush! baekhyun, romance, fluff, a pinch of angst, pining, humour WARNINGS: swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension!!, slightly suggestive, reader and baekhyun are both kind of clueless tbh WORD COUNT: 9.4k NOTE: happy birthday baekhyun!! thought it would be fitting to start off this blog with a fic for bbh on his birthday. this was supposed to be a 4-5k piece of fluff but somehow it ended up being double that and a lot more serious than i originally intended (oops?). kinda nervy posting such a long fic for the first time ever so feedback is most certainly welcome and i hope you enjoy!

“You definitely rigged this.”

Chanyeol only rewarded you with a shit-eating grin.

The scrap of paper couldn’t weigh more than a few grams, but in your hands, they felt like the barbell plates at the gym that he could never leave alone. Especially since a certain someone was also holding another scrap of paper with ‘ground floor twin room’ hastily scrawled across it.

You shook your head vehemently, fixing the tall boy with a dagger-like stare that he seemed completely unfazed by. “I demand a redraw.”

“Which is not going to happen,” was his gleeful response. “We all agreed — no take-backs before picking.” The hat that you had all drawn out of, now empty, was tossed on the coffee table as everyone else began to move their bags into their freshly chosen rooms. Somewhere down the hallway, Jongin tripped over the wheels of his suitcase, his pained groan and Kyungsoo’s laughter bouncing against the walls of the AirBnb.

“Besides,” Chanyeol continued, hand coming up to ruffle your hair, “if I had actually rigged it, you should be thanking me. I’d be doing you a favour.” He gestured towards Baekhyun, who was busying himself with packing his hoodie back into his duffle bag, hopefully oblivious to the fact that the two of you were conspiring about him less than three metres away. 

“Yeah, say it any louder, why don’t you. And no, that wasn’t an invitation,” you warned, catching the wicked glint in Chanyeol’s eyes. He opened his mouth, as if to make good on your request and let the whole house know, only to choke back a groan at the elbow you shoved into his side. Behave, said the glare that you shot at him. His replying smile was anything but reassuring, before he picked up his bag and headed upstairs.

That was what you got for getting a little too drunk at Jongdae’s housewarming get-together last month and accidentally slipping up about your big, fat, debilitating crush on Baekhyun after the third glass of pinot noir in one night. If it had been anyone else made aware of your juvenile secret, you would probably be feeling a little less uneasy — but it just had to be the one person who couldn’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. Not to mention Park Chanyeol was a terrible wingman, having heard about the ridiculous escapades he put Jongdae through before he finally cuffed his girlfriend. Lucky for you, you were now getting to experience it first-hand.

“I can ask Jongin to swap, if you really don’t want to room with me,” came a soft voice from your right. Baekhyun regarded you with an expectant, if somewhat hesitant expression. 

“No, it’s okay,” you replied, trying your best to mask the panic that was fighting its way into your voice. It would be just your luck, that he would think your reluctance to share a sleeping space with him was because you didn’t like him enough, and not that you liked him a little too much. The slight furrow in his brow seemed to melt away with your words. “I just wanted the big room with the queen bed, but somehow Chanyeol got it. I seriously think he did something to these,” you said, waving your slip of paper that matched the one he was holding.

Come to think of it, you and Baekhyun had also been the last ones to draw out of the hat, since Chanyeol had insisted on going counter-clockwise around the dining table. How he managed to game the room allocations was beyond you, but you were now almost certain that he did.

“It’s good that he’s by himself though. The snoring would drive anyone mad,” Baekhyun mused, and you had to chuckle in agreement. 

“That time he passed out at my place after Saturday drinks…I genuinely thought I’d end up with a murder charge that night.” you said, chest squeezing at the way his eyes crinkled into crescent moons at your words. You busied yourself with your own bag, hoping he wouldn’t see the dumb smile on your face, and be able to tell how pleased you were to have teased a laugh out of him. Laughter was not something he usually withheld — he gave it freely, if not a little too generously — but it always did a funny thing to your heart when you were the cause of it. 

“Definitely can’t have that. Pretty face like yours would not last a day in jail.” With one hand around his own duffle, he draped the free one around your shoulders, letting the warmth of his arm wrap around you as you headed down the corridor to the room you’d be sharing for the weekend.

Having a crush on Baekhyun was no big deal. Probably even normal, if his college days were anything to go by. But what made it so debilitating was things like this — the little comments he’d throw around that could easily be passed off as just friendly flirting if you were so inclined, though you sometimes let yourself imagine his intentions came more from the flirting than the friendly part. He was a generally touchy person too, never missing a chance to pat Kyungsoo’s ass when the opportunity arose, but sometimes the brush of his fingers against the inside of your wrist felt a little too affectionate for two people united solely through friendship, even if you were the only one who internally crossed that line a while ago. It was things like this that made you question, every once in a while, if your feelings were as one-sided as you believed. Most of the time though, you chalked it up to his disposition, his easy-going magnetism, and concluded that whatever signals you thought he was sending were merely due to your overactive imagination running wild with hopes that he felt the same way.

“Dibs left,” he said, plopping down on the twin bed closer to the window. His arms raised above his head in a long, yawning stretch, revealing a thin strip of skin at the waistband of his jeans. Just the sight of it was enough to control your blood, sending a rush of it to your face, and you internally cursed yourself for being so weak to such a small thing. It was obvious you had been alone for way too long. He was too comfortable to notice the flush on your cheeks, eyes shut and enjoying the tension leaving his body after the long drive up.

You sat yourself down carefully on the remaining bed, noting the gap between the two mattresses. Whether you wanted to push them together or against opposite walls of the room, you couldn’t be sure. It was hard to form coherent thoughts when he turned to you with a boyish playfulness that curled the corner of his mouth upwards.

“You’re not going to sleepwalk your way into my bed, are you?” he asked, chin in his hand, a teasing glint in his eyes. You tried hard to catch yourself from choking on your own saliva.

“I’ve been known to kick in my sleep,” was your reply, voice much more nonchalant than you thought you were capable of, given that he had just planted the seed of the two of you sharing a twin mattress that was definitely not big enough to lie down on without touching in at least three different places. The glint in his eyes faded immediately, giving way to thinly-veiled concern at the threat underlying your words.

“I was kidding,” you clarified when he sat up and started to back away from you. “At least, I haven’t done that for fifteen or so years. But you never know, it might come back again tonight, when you’ve finally fallen asleep, and then BAM! Foot to the face. You better sleep with your eyes open, Byun Baekhyun,” you warned, giggling at the realisation dawning over his face before his pretty features settled into mock annoyance.

“You just think you’re so funny, don’t you?” He was on all fours now, making his way towards you with a wolfish grin. In no time, he had crawled over the gap between your two beds and suddenly his fingers were prodding at your ribs. It was a well-planned tickle attack, and one you had no chance of escaping from, since his legs had caged you in and the rest of him was pinning you down. You were helpless against the ambush of his fingers, succumbing to them with gasping giggles, punctuated by desperate pleas for him to stop. He showed no intention of letting up, fingers digging even deeper into your waist.

If you were going to die like this, you thought, at least you’d be dying while lying under him.

“When you two are done canoodling, we’re going to go set up on the beach,” came a voice from the doorway. Baekhyun’s merciless fingers paused, and the two of you looked back to see Chanyeol’s amused face at the foot of your bed, smirking like he knew some big secret that neither of you were privy to. God, you were seriously regretting that third glass at Jongdae’s new apartment last month.

Baekhyun turned back to you, your noses almost touching, and you could feel the air from his exhales fanning against the skin of your cheek. There was a mole just above the corner of his mouth that you don’t think you had ever noticed before. Warmth from his jean-clad legs radiated into your hips and meandered up and down your spine, and suddenly the late summer air around you was becoming sticky and heavier than usual. 

As if just now noticing the proximity you were in, he slowly untangled himself from your limbs, making sure not to crush you in the process. You sat up, still breathless, having just calmed down enough for full inhales again, but so was he, you noted. Surely tickling wasn’t that exertive of an activity? Or maybe you’d put up a better fight than you had thought.

“Don’t forget your towels,” was the last thing Chanyeol said before he ducked out, yelling at Jongin to grab the beach umbrellas, not the rain ones. There were a few seconds just filled with the sounds of your slowing breathing.

“I’m going to go get changed,” Baekhyun said, turning around to dig through his bag for his swim shorts. You couldn’t see his expression, but you could hear the slight tremble in his voice that indicated he hadn’t quite recovered from whatever was afflicting him. “We’ll probably just be setting up the umbrellas, so no rush, just come down when you’re ready.” As he turned around to head towards the bathroom, he flashed you that familiar smile, the one that always resulted in one of your own to mirror his, and set you at ease again. 

“And make sure you bring your sunscreen,” he added, before disappearing down the hallway. You watched him go, throwing yourself back onto the bed with a frustrated groan once you were sure he was out of earshot. Two whole days and nights in this tiny room, in the languid death of summer, with his body just an arm’s length away from yours — you had no idea how much of this you could stomach and emerge with your sanity intact.

This was shaping up to be the longest weekend ever.

The afternoon sun was unforgiving when you emerged from the house. Though you had thrown on a cover up before leaving, you could feel the heat tingling on the surface of your skin through the thin cotton. From the top of the bushy path leading down to the beach, you could already hear the tell-tale signs of a competition brewing between the boys, even if you couldn’t quite see them yet. A few steps down and you could make out their figures, managing to catch the view of Chanyeol flipping backwards off the jetty before plunging into the water, where the rest of them were bobbing around. Baekhyun’s voice floated above the others the way it always did when he was teasing, liltingly distinguishable, though perhaps that was only because you were now so attuned to it that other voices naturally started to sound more foreign. 

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when he went from Baekhyun, your friend who tended to get a little too rowdy after half a can of beer, to Baekhyun, your friend who made your heart pick up a little faster when you thought of him. One day his hiccuping laugh was teetering on the edge of obnoxiousness, and then all of a sudden it became endearing to hear the raw joy in his voice. If you knew exactly when the switch flipped, maybe you’d be able to retrace your steps and stop yourself from ever setting off down this path to end up where you were now, watching the sunlight glisten against his wet face with an overwhelming affection, wondering what it would be like to be the private audience of his radiant smile everyday.

You set your things down on the sand next to the pile of clothes and towels that were already there, recognising Chanyeol’s hat somewhere in the mix. The beach umbrella that Jongin had set up was already beginning to lurch towards one side, the brim rather close to the ground. Fixing it back in place and digging it into the sand a little deeper, you let out a fond laugh — some things, like the way Jongin used his hands like they weren’t his own, would stand the test of time. 

You had hoped that your friendship with Baekhyun would be one of those things, but the more time you spent casting longing glances his way when he wasn’t looking, the more you weren’t sure if you could ever recover from his rejection if you ever did decide to be honest about your feelings towards him. So you did your best to bury them, content to enjoy his company in the way you were both familiar with, afraid that if they did surface, they’d taint your friendship with something unpleasant and irreversible. If you couldn’t own the sun, at least you could still revel in its warmth.

Satisfied with the position of your towel underneath the shade of the umbrella, you looked back at the water, returning Baekhyun’s sweeping wave with a small one of your own. It was just enough of a distraction for Chanyeol to turn around as well, and Baekhyun seized the opportunity to dunk him, gleefully howling as the taller boy’s head disappeared below the waves. Before Chanyeol could resurface and enact his retaliation, Baekhyun was already making his escape, swimming towards the shore with fearful determination. Chanyeol made to follow, but upon seeing you sitting on the beach with your eyes fixed on Baekhyun’s approaching figure, he thought better of it, turning back around to continue the diving evaluation as Jongin took his turn to leap off the jetty.

With an amused smile, you watched as Baekhyun hurried out of the ocean, wet hair flying in all directions and flicking droplets of seawater across the sand. The water trickled down the planes of his bare torso, and you tried to keep your eyes away from the firmness of his pec, or the flexing movements of his abdominals as he made his way over to you. One thing was for sure — the gym sessions with Chanyeol were paying off. 

When he finally reached you, Baekhyun slumped onto your towel, ignoring your protests for him to stay away, and proceeded to soak you in the remaining water that was still clinging to his body. The skin of his stomach was cool against your calf, and he giggled delightfully at your attempts to push him off to avoid getting more water onto your clothes.

“Stop trying to fight it, you’re going to get wet when you go in anyway,” he said, finally rolling off you.

“I wasn’t planning on going in. I’m scared you’ll try to drown me,” you huffed, lightly flicking some sand onto his shoulder with your toe. He turned back around, chin cradled in his left hand, and flashed you a boyish smile.

“I would never do that,” he said, though the glint in his eyes was anything but convincing. “Besides, what are you going to do at the beach if you’re not getting in the water?”

You picked up the book nestled in between your shoes and waved it at him. “Read, of course.” He regarded the worn paperback with amused disbelief, eyebrows slightly raised. It was only when you flipped the book open to the paperclip you’d been using as a bookmark that he realised you were serious, and let out a scoff that was laced with something akin to fondness.

“You are such a cliche. Pretty girl reading at the beach? Unbelievable, seriously,” he said, before wriggling his head into your stomach, relishing in your shocked squeals as your cover up began to dampen again. His mischief had left a few wet patches on the fabric that were beginning to stick to your body in the uncomfortable fashion of late summer. You reached for the hem, pulling it off not without some struggle, and immediately felt the sun kissing against your bare shoulders. Though you were mostly covered by the shade from the umbrella, the last thing you wanted was a blistering sunburn where the straps of your tote bag usually rested, so you grabbed the sunscreen you had so diligently packed and began applying it on the parts of your skin that were exposed.

Baekhyun had gone uncharacteristically quiet. If you had been paying attention to him instead of so attentively rubbing the cream into the underside of your knee, perhaps you would have noticed the way his eyes lingered on you for a little longer than would have been polite. They followed the path your hands took, from the expanse of skin below your neck, across your stomach, and down the length of your legs.

“Do you want me to do your back?” he blurted, his voice a little more strained than usual. He was wearing an odd expression on his face, something you couldn’t quite place, but it was different from the usual playful one you were most well acquainted with. Nevertheless, you agreed, passing him the tube and turning around so your back was facing him.

His fingers were still cold from the water, and you jumped when they first made contact with your skin. He only laughed, squeezing both hands around your shoulders to hold you still before he got back to work again.

The first graze of his hands across your shoulders was tentative. You could feel the heat of him behind your back, the smell of salt and sun clinging to the air around you. His breaths fanned the skin on the back of your neck, sending goosebumps down your arms and legs despite the thick heat of the afternoon. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Slowly, his hands made their way down to your lower back, and it was then that you realised you might be in trouble. His hands pressed against the grooves of your spine, curving ever so slightly around your waist, and if you shivered, he pretended not to feel you tremble in his grasp. 

It was when his fingers slipped underneath the ties of your bikini top that the alarm bells began to go off in your head. His movements were hesitant, fingers stuttering in their dance across your skin before they gingerly pulled the strings aside to spread the sunscreen between the top and bottom halves of your back. It was too much, feeling his warmth, knowing there was only an inch of space between your bare torsos, having his hands on you doing such a thorough job with the task he had assigned to himself. When the tips of his fingers brushed the side of your ribs, just under the edge of the fabric, you couldn’t help the breathy noise that escaped your lips. 

“Actually, I think I left something back at the house,” you said suddenly, words hurriedly running into each other as they tripped over your tongue on the way out of your mouth. Twisting away from his dangerous touch, you bolted to a stand and hoped he’d attribute the pinkness of your cheeks to being outside in the brightness of the afternoon. Your words came out staggered, the slight tremble in your voice betraying the composure you were fighting so hard to maintain. 

Baekhyun’s gaze was careful, if not a little confused. The more his eyes ran over you, the more you were sure that the depth of your feelings towards him were beginning to surface on your face. Another second and he’d be able to tell, he’d figure out the little secret you’d been trying to conceal for the last couple of months. And then you wouldn’t be able to deny its existence anymore. 

So you fled, tossing a rushed promise to be right back over your shoulder before scurrying up the bushy path again. Away from the scrutiny of his eyes, away from the truth you did not want revealed to the world. The ghost of his touch lingered between your shoulder blades and along the ridges of your spine, your body already committing to memory the caress of his skin against yours. You realised then, that it would not be possible to continue living on as usual, now that you knew the taste of his closeness, as fleeting as it may have been.

“I think you should just go for it.”

Your fingers tightened around the glass at his words. Chanyeol’s tone was light and pragmatic, speaking as if the act of unfurling your heart were nothing more than a decision about whether to have steak or pork belly for dinner. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed, bringing the bottle to your lips.

“I’m serious though,” he continued, nudging your arm with the lip of his own beer. “I think you should just tell him, and see what he says. And stop expecting the worst. You’ll never know how things could turn out if you never do anything.”

You let your head fall back to lean on the doorframe you were both standing against, gazing out at the patio that had begun to darken following the sunset. Baekhyun and Jongin were placed at opposite ends of the ping pong table that had been wheeled out of the living room after dinner, neither seeming to mind the soft prick of grass at the underside of their bare feet. Whether the game was proceeding well was difficult to deduce, since both were sporting wide grins and rosy cheeks, courtesy of the glasses in their hands — but judging by the cluster of orange balls around Baekhyun’s feet, you had an inkling that victory would not be his. He didn’t seem to mind yet, laughing gleefully as Jongin swung his racquet too hard and launched a ball over the fence. 

“Not everyone is as good as you when it comes to talking about their feelings, you know,” you said, fixing Chanyeol with a knowing look that was halfway between admiration and resentment. If you only had his courage of expression, perhaps you would’ve put an end to your suffering a while ago. Ripped the band-aid off cleanly instead of peeling away at it, day by day, bit by bit, until it was hanging on by the last of its adhesive. You weren’t sure how much longer your resolve could last, if it would even survive this weekend without snapping under the force of your attraction.

He only shrugged. “You can’t get good without actually doing it.” You pondered his words in the short silence that settled while you both took another sip. He was right, of course, you knew that, but it didn’t make hearing it any easier.

“I think… I’m just scared,” you began slowly. Realising you were about to put his advice into action, Chanyeol turned to you with reassuring and patient eyes, waiting. You took a deep breath, swinging the contents of your bottle back and forth, and continued, “I’m scared that if I do tell him, it’s going to change our relationship and then I’ll lose him completely. At least if I don’t say anything, he’s still my friend, and I get to keep being in his life.”

He regarded you for a moment, brows furrowed thoughtfully, as he decided on his next words. It was no easy feat to try on honesty the way you just did, having so carefully avoided it for your entire life, and he was well aware of it. The slight tremble in your hands was a dead giveaway.

“And I think that’s completely understandable,” he finally said. “There’s always going to be a trade-off, no matter what you choose to do. But I guess you have to weigh up which one means more to you, and if you’re willing to take that risk on the chance that it does work out between you two. I’m only telling you what I think you should do. You’re the one who knows your own feelings the best.”

Another silence fell over the two of you again. Your bottle was nearly empty now, the beer inside already lukewarm from being out of the cooler for too long. Jongin let out a cheer as the ball sailed over his head, landing far behind him on the grass and ignoring Baekhyun’s flagrant attempts at contesting the point. Even under the patio lights, he was still so pretty, cheeks pink and glowy, the shape of his mouth so endearing as it settled into a pout. By now, you were used to the longing, and paid it no mind as it filled your chest with a bittersweet warmth.

“Aren’t you two best friends though?” you asked, the thought suddenly occurring to you. “You’re telling me you don’t know anything about how he feels about… whatever is going on?” The look you gave Chanyeol was suspicious, but he stood strong, resisting your prying eyes.

“I wouldn’t be much of a best friend if I went around blabbing to you about his feelings, would I?” was his response, accompanied by an elusive smile. There was something in his words that lingered in your mind, some important detail you felt as if you had overlooked, but his amused expression gave you nothing to hold onto. “You’re both so clueless,” he chuckled after a beat of your thoughtful silence, downing the rest of his drink.

Baekhyun was skipping over now, having officially lost 18-21 to Jongin, who was heartily celebrating his victory with a series of hoots and giggles. He headed straight for you, hair all messed up from running his hands through it during the game, and a rosy flush to his face, though you weren’t sure if that was from the game or the glass that he had left at the ping pong table. When he wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in your shoulder, you knew that it was probably the latter.

“I lost the game,” he whined, petulant and firm against you. His hair tickled your chin, and you could smell the faint scent of his shampoo from his shower after the beach.

“Are you drunk already?” you asked, trying to mask your breathlessness at his proximity with a few giggles. Baekhyun’s affinity for physical contact was the worst — or best, depending on how you looked at it — when he had alcohol in his system, and it didn’t take much to push him past the borders of sobriety. His ache for touch and affection was most often relieved on you, and you always obliged, gladly and readily letting him take whatever it was he wanted.

The tip of his nose brushed back and forth against your skin as he shook his head. “Just a little, tiny bit,” he said, voice muffled, and you felt the warmth of his breath through your t-shirt.

“Where’s the love for your best friend?” Chanyeol teased, the only one amused at the way Baekhyun had dived straight into your arms without even sparing him a glance. 

The boy in your arms didn’t even falter, only snuggling further into you. “You know it’s because she’s my favourite,” he murmured, lips skimming your collarbone ever so softly as he spoke. The panic onset was instantaneous, and you prayed he was too drunk to pick up on the sudden rapid thundering of your heartbeat inside your chest. You tried to look at Chanyeol for help, but he was setting off across the patio, taking up Jongin on his invitation for a match with the promise that he would wipe the floor with the younger boy.

Baekhyun only hummed contentedly, oblivious to the havoc he was wreaking inside you, tightening his hold around you when you made a half-hearted attempt to wriggle out of his arms. His pink lips set into another rounded pout, brows slightly creased as he pulled back to look at you.

“You know you’re my favourite, right?” he asked, trying to be convincing despite the slight slur to his words. You could only nod, letting a small smile twist the corners of your mouth upwards. Whether he realised or meant what he was saying, you weren’t all that concerned, simply happy to bask in the warmth of his full attention knowing it was probably just nonsensical babble brought on by the drink in his belly. It was so much easier to be close to him when he was like this, hazier, and sure to forget most of what he had said the morning afterwards. It didn’t hurt that you were also starting to feel a little blurrier around the edges, the beer from earlier making its way through your system and leaving behind a pleasant fuzziness that made it all the more tempting to come clean about your feelings. But you weren’t quite there yet, and you had no plans to get to that point tonight.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he curled back up into you. With your hands around his back, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heart, the comfortingly even beat of it through his rib cage. It was so easy to imagine this was the way it had always been, and would always be, so easy to slip into the fairytale you often found yourself fabricating when your one-sided longing became too much to contain. It would be so nice if you could live in this moment forever, you thought. But was this small pocket of peace worth risking your entire friendship?

“I wish you’d stop running away from me,” he murmured, or at least that’s what you thought he said. It was a little difficult to concentrate when his lips were grazing your skin again, lightly feathering across your neck as the words shaped his mouth on their way out of it. 

And then you felt it, the unmistakable and deliberate press of his lips against your collarbone, the gentle pressure and the slight moisture on your skin from it searing through you like a lit trail of gasoline. This time, he had to have heard the stilted gasp that escaped your mouth.

He lifted his head slowly to look at you again, searching your face with glassy eyes — for what, you weren’t quite sure. The only things you were sure of right now were the fiery burn in your cheeks, and the deafening pounding of your heart that echoed between your ears. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, though his expression was nowhere near as apologetic as his words would have you believe. If anything, his gaze on you was almost daring, waiting to see how you’d respond, if you’d shrink back into yourself like you always did when he got too close and crossed that invisible boundary you only danced around. If you’d run away from him the way he had just said he wished you wouldn’t. Or if you’d let him push you over too, just this once.

Seeing the hesitation in your face, he slowly extricated from you, retracting his limbs and warmth until they hung limply by his sides again. Scratched the back of his head. Let his eyes wander around the patio and settle on anything except for you. 

“I’m going to see if Kyungsoo needs any help with cleaning up,” he said quietly, not waiting for your response as he headed back into the house. The drink had made his gait unsteady, and you felt him sway against the doorframe as he brushed past you. A chilling unease began to settle in the pit of your stomach as you watched him go, the shape of his back getting smaller and smaller as he was swallowed by the light of the living room. 

Try as you might, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, and that there was a possibility it had not been in the direction you had hoped for.

Perhaps the second glass of wine had been a little overambitious, you realised, staring up at the ceiling of your shared bedroom. Kyungsoo had been so excited about the 2012 Shiraz he had brought from home, pouring you a full glass with an enthusiasm he didn’t often display. You couldn’t say no, and you didn’t protest when he refilled it a short while later. If he noticed the faster-than-usual speed with which you drained its contents, he did not show it. Whilst alcohol tended to put people to sleep, it had the opposite effect on you, dangling sleep in front of you like a carrot you could never get a hold of easily, or for long. That second glass of wine was the reason you were lying in bed, not soundly asleep like you wished, but keenly aware of every breath and every movement from the other occupant of the room, only an arm’s length away from you.

Baekhyun had spent most of the night with Chanyeol out on the patio, drinking and laughing under the generous light of the moon. Even if he wasn’t purposely avoiding you, you felt his absence from your side sorely. He didn’t say much during the wind down for bed either, only asking if you wanted the curtains fully shut, to which you gave an affirmative. Still, a sliver of moonlight speared through the gap between them, illuminating the room just enough that if you turned your head to the side, you could make out the outline of his body beneath the covers and acquaint yourself with the familiar curve of his nose.

It was only fair that the wine, having taken your sleep, offered something in return to mark an honourable trade. That something manifested itself in the restlessness of your mouth, which battled against the remaining rationality of your mind. Loose-lipped and anxious, you dug your nails into the palm of your hand, willing the war inside your head to approach a ceasefire. You did not want to make a fool of yourself in the intimacy of this small room. 

However, your resolve could not last for long, corroded by the hours spent without his presence, without the familiar warmth of his touch, without his little comments meant only for you as he pointed out something silly or poked fun at Jongin’s whining. Barely above a whisper, you called out his name, letting your voice permeate the darkness. It was loud enough that he’d hear it above the silence, but soft enough that he could ignore it if he so wished, and you’d attribute his ignorance to the deepness of sleep.

There was a second of silence, which he followed with an answering hum and a shuffle of his legs on the mattress. He was awake, and he was waiting for you to speak.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked the ceiling. 

“No, I’m not mad at you,” was his reply, accompanied by a quiet sigh. He was conversing with the ceiling too, just as reluctant to face you.

Your hands twisted the sheets in dissatisfaction. The even tone of his voice indicated truth, but his answer didn’t explain why he had spent the whole night outside without calling for you even once, when he usually couldn’t last half an hour without pressing into your side and tickling your shoulder to grab your attention. 

“Then what?” you probed, cringing at the whiny edge to your voice. 

He was quiet for a while, letting your words hang in the air, that for a moment you thought he wouldn’t speak, that your brief conversation had already come to an end, and you’d be left with unanswered questions as bedside companions for the night. There was another rustling from his side of the room as he settled himself under the covers.

“Sometimes, I think I want too much from you,” he finally said. He was quiet, but you heard every word with the clarity as if they had been projected through a stereo system. “And you can’t give me everything I want, but that’s not your fault. It’s an indication of my own greed and selfishness more than anything else.”

You kicked around at your sheets to signal your unrest at his words. “I don’t think you are greedy or selfish. At all. At least not with me.” If anything, you were the selfish one, wanting all his smiles and touches for yourself, wanting the entire spectrum of his existence to only ever be shown to you. Your generosity only ever came to light when it was in service of him, gladly letting him take your attention, your time, allocating space in your mind for him and him only. 

Baekhyun only laughed a soft and short laugh at your reply, the sound so different from the usual one filled with boisterous joy that you had grown the most used to. You heard him turn over in his bed to face you. In the quiet darkness of the room, the focus of his gaze flooded over you, and the intensity of it was so blinding you didn’t dare to look away from the smoothness of the ceiling, fearing you’d smoulder into ash the moment you locked eyes with him.

“You know that you are a really important person to me. You know that, right?” he asked, eyes searing into you with the force of a thousand suns. “I mean, everyone else is also important because they’re my friends, but you’re different — you are a special person to me. I don’t see you the way I see Chanyeol, or Jongin, or anyone else.” 

His words were still tinged with the slight slur of the beer from out on the patio, but you could feel the delicate care with which they were chosen and spoken. Something was different about tonight. You could taste it in the thick air between the two of you, feel it in the wire-taut tension stretching across the gap between your two twin beds. Your fingers dug into the comforter, willing the turbulence in your chest to subside.

He paused and took a deep breath, as if bracing himself against something devastating. “I don’t want the same things with them as I do with you.”

You held your breath until you felt the pain of deprivation in your chest.

“But I’ve made peace with the fact that what I want from you, and the way I feel about you, are things I’ll have to carry with me. They’re things I have to bear the weight of alone. I don’t — I would never want you to be uncomfortable, or see me differently.” There was a slight catch in his voice at the end.

You didn’t even know if your lungs were still working while you listened to him speak. There was a surrealness to the night, as if everything had been covered in a blanket of haze and everything that was transpiring was the product of a fever-induced dream, existing on an alternate timeline.

Baekhyun… it didn’t even feel right thinking it.

Baekhyun had feelings for you? And he had convinced himself it was one-sided?

“It’s pretty selfish, isn’t it? Asking you to act like things between us won’t change after everything I just said,” he laughed, but there was little humour in the sound. You finally turned your head to look at him, the wry curve of his mouth catching the moonlight as he gazed at you. He was smiling, the shape of it meant to comfort you, but he could not hide the sadness weaved into the downturn of his eyes. He had always been braver than you, perhaps not in the aspect of riding roller-coasters, but certainly in his ability to be honest and open about his emotions, regardless of whether they were good or bad. 

It was your turn to be brave now, and shed your own fear to meet him where he stood.

“I’ve been seeing you differently for a while now,” you admitted, turning under the sheets to fully face him. You were grateful for the darkness, hoping that it would conceal the heat creeping up your neck and face, painting your cheeks with a hot blush that accompanied the start of your confession. His brows furrowed slightly as he tried to process your words, confusion settling in the crease between them. You held yourself back from reaching out to smooth them over.

“What do you mean?”

“What makes you think you’re the only one who feels this way?” you asked instead, leaving his question unanswered. There was a tremble in your voice as you spoke, and you were sure he heard it above the quiet of your bedroom. It was the closest you could get to telling him without actually telling him about the silent battle that had been raging in your head for the last few months. 

This was it, you thought. He had to know now.

“Am I not?”

The weight of his stare pressed against you, drawing you to him with the tangible pull of gravity. The eyes that roamed your face had replaced their previous confusion with questioning, and a glimmer of something akin to hope. He had never looked more beautiful and devastating than he did right now. You felt the light of dawn breaking over your skin, a promise of something new and good sure to follow. Its warmth simmered within you, staving off the chill of the late summer night with a heat that had you pushing off your covers in a hurried frenzy and rising to sit on the edge of your bed, toes just grazing the floorboards beneath you. Would you still have had the same nerve to face him in the daylight, rough and exposed without the lulling comfort of darkness? Would he still look at you, unpolished and flawed in the clarity of the sun, the same way, with the reverence of man at the sight of an angel? 

Baekhyun mirrored you and sat up on his own bed, slowly, as if not wanting to spook you, fearing you’d run off and retreat back into the confined familiarity of your own head. His knees knocked against yours in the small space between your two mattresses. You jolted at the feeling of his skin on yours, having gone without it for so long that the mere touch was like the first drop of water after emerging from the desert. He made to move away, trying to shuffle across the length of the bed, but stilled at the hand you placed just over his knee, willing him to stay put. Surely, he could feel the beat of your heart thrumming through your fingertips.

It was your turn to be brave now.

Fueled by the second glass of Shiraz and the muted encouragement of darkness, before you could second guess yourself and overthink every possible negative outcome of what you were about to do, you closed your eyes and leant towards him. Slowly, inch by inch, until your journey ended with the soft, tentative press of your lips against his. It was short and chaste, nothing more than a gentle pressure, and you pulled back when you felt his lips part in surprise.

“Does that answer your question?” you whispered, heart in your throat. 

There it was. You had gone and done it. 

His eyes were closed, and in the dim moonlight peeking through the curtain, you could almost make out each of his eyelashes, fluttering dark and soft against the smooth skin of his cheek. For a few seconds, the room was filled only with the sounds of your breathing as you waited for his reaction, for the consequences of your actions and what that meant for your friendship with him. 

Then you heard it — his soft laugh, coloured with appreciative disbelief, and felt the air of it caress your face. The corners of his mouth curved upwards into a small, pleased smile. His eyes blinked open slowly, taking you in with a hunger that had desire curling in the pit of your stomach.

“You are just so…” he began, but you never found out just exactly what you were. He was already pulling you back into him, slotting his mouth against yours like they were always made to fit perfectly together. This time, the kiss was anything but chaste, the sheer force of it enough to scorch your insides down to your bones. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush towards him, and your knees parted around his thighs to adjust to the new position. Your own hands found purchase in the softness of the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate for something to anchor yourself to, in fear that the realisation of this moment would somehow make it slip away.

This was what it felt like to stand unafraid and bare in the light of unbridled wanting, to consume and be consumed by a ravenous appetite with no propensity for satiety. When his hands slipped past the hem of your sleep tank, fingertips grazing across the skin of your lower back, you were sure you could erupt into flames. He swallowed the breathy noise that escaped your lips, tongue brushing against yours as he claimed your mouth with his own. 

This was what it felt like to hold the sun in the palm of your hand.

When you broke apart to catch your breaths, his eyes were bright, lips plump and swollen, chest heaving beneath your hands. Somehow, you had ended up back on his bed, his head against the pillows, hands under your shirt and keeping you close to him with an unforgiving hold. He was gazing up at you with a devotion that made your heart swell even more than it did pulling oxygen back into your lungs.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time,” he admitted, hiding his head into the crook of your shoulder. You felt his abashed smile against your skin and wondered how it could be possible that you had contained all of this, the longing, the yearning, inside you for so long.

“How long?” you asked, hearing the smile in your own voice.

“Since Chanyeol’s birthday, when you wore that brown sweater with the little bow on the back.”

Last year, Chanyeol had gotten everyone together at his place for a nice dinner and wine followed by a binge watch of all the Iron Man movies in one sitting. It was all going according to plan until a quarter of the way into the third one, when he began snoring at his own birthday gathering. The bowl of popcorn was sliding out of his hands and sure to make a buttery mess all over the rug, and that’s when the rest of you decided to turn the television off and call it a night. Sehun and Jongin tasked themselves with getting the birthday boy into bed, and likely collapsed onto it with him immediately after, while Baekhyun had offered you the couch, assuring you he’d be fine with the blankets on the floor. At the time, you hadn’t thought much of it. As chaotic as he could be, Baekhyun was nothing if not kind, and you had been grateful that his kindness had always extended to you over the three years you had known each other.

“But that was more than half a year ago. Why didn’t you say something sooner?” 

His fingers prodded into your sides, eliciting a few choked giggles from you. “I didn’t know how you’d react. You know you’re not the most expressive person on the planet,” he said dryly. “Or the most observant. I literally frenched your collarbone and you’re telling me you didn’t realise I liked you more than as a friend?”

“Okay, well when you put it like that,” you huffed, feeling the vibrations of his laugh through his chest. “But you really didn’t know I had feelings for you? Chanyeol never said anything?”

His movements stilled, leaning back into the pillows so he could lock eyes with you again. “You talk to Chanyeol about me?” he asked, to which you nodded sheepishly. “Since when?”

“Last month, Jongdae’s housewarming. He fished it out of me after dinner,” you sighed, picturing his smug grin under the lights of Jongdae’s fancy new kitchen when you realised that you had slipped up and let him in on your little secret. 

“But I talk to him about you.”

You looked at each other for another beat, realisation breaking over the both of you, before dissolving into another fit of disbelieving giggles. Maybe Park Chanyeol did know how to keep his mouth shut after all.

“So he’s a terrible wingman, is what I’m getting out of this whole thing,” Baekhyun chuckled, rolling you over so you were now lying on your side, face to face with him. He planted a slow, sweet kiss on your lips, taking his time to acquaint himself with the shape and taste of your mouth, and you felt the contentment of his smile against you. “I can’t believe we could have gotten together a month ago. Some best friend he is.”

“Gotten together?” you echoed, one eyebrow raised in feigned dispute, delighting in the way his sweet mouth settled into the pout that you adored.

“You mean to tell me that you don’t want to be with me after your tongue was all up in my mouth?”

You pushed his face away, groaning, “Gross, don’t say it like that.” He, however, had different plans, hooking a calf behind your knees and tugging you back into him, before weaving the other leg in between your own.

“You know you like it,” he murmured into your neck, squeezing his arms around you just in case you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. One hand traced absent-minded circles over the grooves of your spine as he breathed you in, warm and familiar against your chest. 

Yes, you thought, you’d risk any and everything for this exact moment. It was worth all the doubt and heartache, all the time spent replaying those moments in your head, unsure of the meaning behind his actions. You could be sure of it now.

“I do,” you agreed, threading your fingers through the softness of his hair. “I probably more than like you,” you added, tilting his face upwards to steal another kiss, giddy and chest swelling with affection. Perhaps you weren’t quite yet ready for that other four letter word, but you had no doubt you would be one day, and soon. He was all too willing to comply, letting his mouth mould against yours with the poise and patience of a saint. 

“I probably more than like you too,” he replied, punctuating his confession with one final kiss to the tip of your nose. It was enough for the serene smile on your face to persist, even past the arrival of sleep.

“I knew it.”

You cracked one eye open, trying to adjust to the light flooding in through the open door to your room. Chanyeol stood at the foot of your bed, grinning from ear to ear with what could only be described as a look of triumph as he took in the scene before him. The boy next to you stirred lightly, digging his face deeper into the pillow, reluctant to leave the realm of the sleeping. Chanyeol was not in the least sympathetic to his friend’s struggles, striding over to the window and pulling back the curtains with a clang. You winced as the full force of the morning sun barged in, and Baekhyun let out a soft noise of displeasure at the intrusion.

“I fucking knew it,” Chanyeol said again, quickly bringing you to your senses as you registered the weight of another body on top of your own. You made to remove yourself from him, fighting the flush creeping up your neck and face, but it was an effort which proved futile as he only tightened the arm around your waist, loath to let you go. 

“Can you be quiet? You’re going to wake the whole house,” you hushed, finally succeeding in untangling your legs from Baekhyun’s, feeling the loss of his warmth immediately.

“They’re already up. I came to call you for breakfast,” Chanyeol replied, the grin seemingly stuck to his face. “Which actually reminds me,” he began, before sticking his head out of the doorway to holler, “You better pay up, Jongin. And you too, Kyungsoo!”

“You bet on us?” came the groggy voice from the pillows behind you.

“What the hell, Chanyeol? I thought you said you didn’t go around blabbing about his feelings!” you exclaimed, indignant.

“To you. I never said anything about telling anyone else,” was his reply, smug and victorious at having outsmarted you.

Kyungsoo appeared in the doorway, donning a flour-covered apron, as if to confirm for himself that he was in fact a debtor to the taller boy. “Even if he didn’t say anything, it wasn’t all that hard to figure out,” he said lightly, surveying the room with curiosity and paying no mind to the shock painted on your face. How had everybody known about your now not-so-secret crush on Baekhyun except for the man himself? “Anyways, I only said that it would be unlikely to happen over this weekend, not that it was impossible. So Jongin is the only loser. Now come for pancakes.” And with that, he headed back towards his bowl of batter on the kitchen counter, chuckling at the sound of Jongin’s complaints against fulfilling his end of the wager.

Baekhyun, having somewhat freed himself from the clutches of sleep, rose to a sitting position and shot a drowsy scowl at his friend. “You’re kind of an asshole, you know that right?”

But even the expletive could not put a damper on Chanyeol’s mood, his smile never slipping. “You two should honestly be thanking me,” he said, to which you also shot him a glare. “Also, I’m happy for you and everything, but can you please keep the PDA to a minimum in front of the rest of us? I will lock you out of the house if you don’t.”

Baekhyun turned to you, the creases of the frown on his face slowly but surely smoothing out as he took you in, cheeks puffy and hair a mess from having just woken up. He had seen you in worse states, and definitely in better states, but none of that seemed to matter as he regarded you with nothing but fondness in his eyes. You were sure that your expression mirrored his, affection spreading throughout your entire body, reaching even the tips of your fingers and toes, at the sight of his tousled bed head, the sleepy droop of his eyes, the sweet pinkness of his lips. 

The sun was yours. There was no feasible way to stop the smile from blooming across your entire face.

“No promises.”

[justwritedreams]

Now you know | Chanyeol

Idol!Chanyeol x Idol!Reader Word count: 2035 Genre: fluff, kinda crack Author: maari  Warnings: none Note: I loved writing this so much oh my god 😫 thank you ateez for giving me the perfect scenario lol Request: may i request a fluffy chanyeol fic where his s/o is also an idol (94L) and theyre “secretly” dating but theyre bad at acting subtle so the fans know whats up + ships them lol ⫷ Exo Masterlist

"So, what do you think?" Y/N asked her boyfriend curiously, she was lying on his chest, the two of them in bed spending the weekend doing what they so deserved, resting.

After all, both would have long weeks ahead of them and they would hardly have the chance to see each other or be together.

She was holding her cell phone, after showing him one of the intro tracks from her upcoming album.

"I loved it, it has a very cinematic fantasy vibe." he replied, with a proud smile as he stroked her hair.

"I told you the concept of this comeback is going to be like this, right?" the boyfriend nodded in agreement. "And we're going to have a collaboration with that American producer."

"You seem quite excited." he concluded, he didn't look at her face because his position wouldn't allow it, as she huddled in his embrace like a koala, but he could imagine the glint in her eyes. “I’m!” she said, raising her head to look at him better, as he predicted there was the sparkle in her eyes of pure pride and happiness. "It will be the first time I get to show my more mature side to fans."

Chanyeol laughed and the hand that was stroking her hair went to his girlfriend's arm. "Should I be jealous?" he raised an eyebrow and she laughed softly.

Y/N held the phone with one hand and the other brought it to Chanyeol's cheek, stroking his skin slowly.

"No, you're the only one who knows all of my sides."

He lifted his chin, a rather proud look knowing he was the only one and Y/N smiled before she leaned closer to kiss him, she had been doing this all day but it wasn't enough, when the lips were a centimeter away from touching, Chaneyol even had his eyes closed Y/N's phone vibrated not just once or twice but five times. She complained and threw her head on her boyfriend's chest who still had his pout to kiss her. Y/N took her head off Chanyeol's chest and brought her phone closer, seeing what was going on through the notification bar.

"Is my leader." she said "Why does it seem like she always does it on purpose?"

Chanyeol laughed heartily and his girlfriend wanted to bite his cheek but she held back and unlocked the phone. "You shouldn't talk about your leader like that." Chanyeol joked.

"I'm older than she is, have you forgotten?" Y/N glanced at her boyfriend, Chanyeol now resting his arm behind his head, his biceps got bigger in the black t-shirt he was wearing.

She opened the twitter link that was sent in the message, along with the phrase 'you have to see this. ASAP'.

Y/N felt her jaw drop when she saw the tweet and tensed up all of a sudden, this didn't go unnoticed by her boyfriend who now wiped the smile off his face and frowned.

"What?" he asked, analyzing his girlfriend's expression.

"Look at this." she turned the phone screen towards Chanyeol who focused his attention on the tweet, he gulped when he saw the picture of him and his girlfriend.

There was nothing much but from what they wrote, the suspicions were there.

Chanyeol and Y/N had gone to NCT 127's concert the night before, to support the boys from the same company and because she was a huge fan of the boys, they hadn't gone alone of course. Two members of Y/N's group were on her right side while Chanyeol, Sehun and Baekhyun were on her right side, exactly in that order.

In one photo they were just looking at the stage while in the other Chanyeol had his arm around Y/N's neck and the other was up. They were just enjoying the show, nothing else.

But fan comments came to the same conclusion: they were dating.

"Oh come on, it's not even that compromising!" he said and Y/N turned the phone's screen towards her, while bringing her other hand to her mouth to bite the nail. "We were just singing Dreams Come True."

"But it's not what the fans think, there's even a video of you hugging me." Y/N said, watching on her phone.

It really wasn't compromising, mainly because afterwards, Chanyeol hugged Sehun in the same way.

"Oh give me that." he took his arm behind his head to grab his girlfriend's phone.

"Hey!" she complained but he started swiping the screen. "Look, there are a lot of people thinking I was just being me." he glanced at Y/N who eyed him suspiciously. "I'll read it to you: 'lol he literally leans on Sehun afterwards, so they're dating', ew no!" Chanyeol stuck his tongue out in disgust and Y/N chuckled lightly.

"Good thing they were at an NCT show because if it was a comedy Y/N would probably be without an arm"

"Yeah, you do that with people when you laugh."

"But hey, there are a lot of people who shipp us."

"Really?" Y/N asked curiously and tried to snoop through the phone.

"They even made a thread about the two of us." he replied calmly and Y/N widened her eyes.

"What? You're kidding!" she said and slipped between her boyfriend's arm to see the phone too, he hugged her while opening the tweet.

The compilation had photos, videos, gifs of interactions between the two in events of all kinds. 

Y/N was never subtle in hiding what she felt for Chanyeol, it was no wonder he discovered the not-so-secret crush she had for him.

So the pictures of them looking at each other meant more than it should, she always smiled broadly when she saw him, it wasn't common to do that with anyone. 

And a photo in particular that she never actually explained, taken by a fan with low resolution, Y/N holding her phone and her backpack at the airport, accidentally her phone had been unlocked by fingerprint and it was possible to see that her boyfriend was the wallpaper, although couldn't quite see his face the fans had found similarities.

Chanyeol was always looking for her at SM concerts, whether to bow when greeting her - even though he had seen her backstage before - or to hold her hand at the end.

At award shows, they always seemed to talk with their eyes when they were at nearby tables. And they always danced and sang louder when one was performing.

She repeatedly praised the group's songs on her social media just as he did, and although it was vague, fans took it as a sign.

The interviews where she described her ideal type, someone like him.

The similar clothing and accessories. Which in their case wasn't similar, the hoodies Y/N took were actually Chanyeol's but no one could prove it. Anyone on the internet could buy the same model and size.

"Nothing that hasn't happened to other idols." Y/N spoke after a while.

If they didn't deny it and didn't confirm it, it would just be internet theory. Right?

"Ah, but this is interesting." Chanyeol stopped at one of the tweets with a wide smile.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes!" he chuckled before reading it aloud. "Y/N bubble update: 'I'm watching Descendants of the Sun again. Oh what? How many times have I watched it? Probably like 5 lol I really like this genre. And Dr. Kang is right, girls really fantasizes about the army uniform.' You said that the day I sent you my uniform picture." Chanyeol accused and she felt her cheeks burn.

That comment had been days before official photos of Chanyeol serving it were released on the internet, another clue for fans.

"I told you that on that video call." she tapped him lightly on the chest and he laughed.

Chanyeol dropped her phone on the bed and rolled over her, resting his elbows on either side of her body and glaring at her mischievously as she brought her hands to his shoulder.

"Actually you said something a lot worse, do you want me to repeat it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and she laughed shyly.

"It's not necessary!" he nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, making her sigh at the contact.

Chanyeol then kissed Y/N's nose, cheek and chin, she just laughed lightly as she caressed his shoulder.

With her eyes already closed from the previous caresses, Y/N felt her boyfriend gently place his lips on hers, it was enough to melt her completely, no matter how many times they kissed even after so much time together, she felt the same things from the beginning, as if she were that dreamy little girl.

One of Chanyeol's hands went to her face, the big warm palm caressing her skin as they kept the same slow rhythm. Y/N took the opportunity to bring a hand to the back of his neck and caress the short strands of hair.

She felt him smile between the kiss and pulled away, causing her to complain.

"Hey, baby." he spoke softly and she opened her eyes, staring at him. "Don't worry, we'll be able to hide our relationship long enough."

[...]

Chanyeol was live in his study on Instagram just over 15 minutes ago. He talked to the fans, answered questions, sang, showed some demos of songs he was working on.

All because he was bored that afternoon, his girlfriend was too busy with her own schedule and would probably be late, it was enough time to interact with the fans for a while.

A week had passed since the leaked photos of the concert they went to together and some fans were still asking about Y/N in the chat, he smiled sideways but pretended not to see.

They had agreed to hold back the relationship news for a longer time, for the sake of Y/N's group promotions, anyway the company had already released both of them to announce it whenever they wanted but Chanyeol wanted it to be special, they had been together for a long time it was true, but he wanted to take a new step with her.

He was so busy with his guitar, playing as he always did in his spare time, that he didn't hear the studio door open.

Y/N walked on tiptoe so as not to make any noise, smiling mischievously without noticing that the camera was on.

"Hi, love. I'm home." she hummed and the boyfriend turned around completely shocked, his eyes looked like they were going to pop out.

She didn't understand why he stood there with the guitar in his lap, usually he always dropped everything and ran to hug her and kiss her all over her face.

However all he did was point his head back to where the camera was and Y/N followed with her eyes, feeling her heart race when she saw her boyfriend's screen.

"Is it live?" she asked quietly and shyly as she saw the chat going crazy.

"Yes." he replied, laughing nervously.

"Huh… I'll leave then, I'll let you do what you're doing." She stuttered and a nervous laugh came out. Chanyeol chuckled, scratching his head and looked at the screen. He could even keep track of the comments because they came in so quickly. "I'm so sorry! Oh my God."

"It's okay, babe." he chuckled again and looked back to see Y/N shake her head in disbelief and she clumsily closed the door.

He took a deep breath before looking back at the camera, his eyes lowered to the comments and he chuckled at the comments. Most were freaking out over Y/N's surprise appearance, but the other half were all the same 'Are they dating??'.

"Yeah guys, I guess now you know." he shrugged, and propped his elbow on the table and put his face in his hand, moving closer to the screen to read better, and to hide his huge smile.

Chanyeol laughed when he read a comment and had to agree.

They suck at hiding lol that's what makes them perfect for each other.

Note: I just wanted to say this is the face I pictured him making when Y/N walked in the room 👇🏻 BYE

[gl4ukopis]

Sooooo I'd like to recommend some of my favourite Iwaoi fanfiction on Ao3

👽 To be first, to be best by Kittebasu (chanyeol) https://archiveofourown.org/works/2547755

This was so good that it soon became my favourite Iwaoi ff ever, I still remember when I read it for the first time years and years ago. They're two idiots, but they're my idiots, you know. The angst, the fluff, the crack, here there's everything.

👽 Hephaestion by rhones https://archiveofourown.org/works/32708011

This is a concept I love. I swear I'm super weak for Oikawa as Alexander the Great and Iwaizumi as Hephaestion.

👽 rings, olympic and otherwise by Cassibee https://archiveofourown.org/works/46181857

I LOVE canon complaint ff set in the future, it's so good to see my son Oikawa chasing after his dreams, this fic made me really proud (I know I sound insane but shhhh). Additionally, I have a soft spot for Oikawa speaking spanish and for the argentinian team.

👽 it's been so long (nobody knows me the way you do) by anyadisee https://archiveofourown.org/works/6963733

This is also one of my favourites among the favourites. THE FLUFF, I swear iwaoi make me believe in love (how dare they). Please read this.

👽 give them something to talk about by thelittlebirdthattoldyou https://archiveofourown.org/works/25426843

As I said before, I simply love a good canon complaint set in the future, but what I love more, is seeing Oiks winning gold at the Olympics.

👽 Freckles by stormysgambit https://archiveofourown.org/works/27553036

STOP STOP the fact that I'll never experience a love like theirs makes me so saaaaad. This is what I call THE FLUFF. It's not cheesy but it's sweet, a lot sweet.

👽 Drowning in space by FindingSchmomo https://archiveofourown.org/works/17084045

I just love this concept, Oiks and Iwa in space are top tier.

👽 Right on time by FindingSchmomo https://archiveofourown.org/works/13268583

This was the cutest fic ever, I just love the Aoba team :(

👽 Fingertips by Moami https://archiveofourown.org/works/5872924

I love them, I love canon complaint. Canon complaint is my shit.

👽 going for gold by project_ecto https://archiveofourown.org/works/25952968

Again, Oiks being successful and getting married to Iwa is my shit, loved this.

👽 Phone Home by ghostystarr https://archiveofourown.org/works/6241063

As I already said, I really like this concept. Plus, this fic reminds me so much of an italian song called 'Due vite' by Marco Mengoni.

👽 And all the prince's men by Finding Schmomo https://archiveofourown.org/works/11495643/chapters/25788708

This is another concept I ADORE, demon king Oiks and knight Iwa have a big place in my heart

👽 between land and sky by crystalforgetmenots https://archiveofourown.org/works/46746991

This is poetry, this is one of the most amazing things I've ever read.

👽 the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle by Kittebasu (chanyeol) https://archiveofourown.org/works/6422014/chapters/14701168

This was so good but it made me so sad while reading 😭

[marvelous-llama]

EXO recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

one shots

Killer by @soobadnoonecanstopher

Chanyeol x f.reader coworkers to lovers, mutual pining - angst, fluff, smut You are back in Korea. You left to rid yourself of a year long crush on Park Chanyeol, but when you see him again your old feelings return.

break a sweat by @breakyeol

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 11.4k) strangers to lovers - smut

And they were roomates! by @youaremy-dreamgirl

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 3.6k) roommates to lovers, mutual pining - smut after an unfortunate run-in, you end up confessing your love to Chanyeol

Verboten by @mybiasisexo

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 9.4k) university AU, enemies to lovers - angst, suggestive? Park Chanyeol is always getting on your nerves, what with his constant teasing. But there might be other feelings brewing under the surface, feelings that are forbidden to have.

Just Give In by @j-pping

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 8.7k) colleagues to lovers, friends to lovers slowburn - fluff Years of working in SM’s production strategy department made you immune to handsome faces -- but not to beautiful souls. A weeklong company offsite tells all.

Dare by @courageouslyfearless

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 3.6k) friends to lovers - angst, fluff

Pretend by @whimsical-ness

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 5.5k) royal AU, arranged marriage - angst, fluff You’re unsure but hopeful about your arranged marriage to the handsome Prince Chanyeol of the neighboring kingdom. But you’re in for an unpleasant surprise when you find out he’s in love with someone else, and completely despises the idea of being married to you. 

series

Entangled by @mybiasisexo

Chanyeol x f.reader exes to lovers - angst, smut Your good friend, Kim Junmyeon, is getting married, and with that news comes a lot of old history with a certain ex that will be present at said wedding–yikes

The 9th Infantry Couple by @justwritedreams

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 15.4k) enemies to lovers - angst, fluff, action, smut You saved Chanyeol’s life, your biggest enemy, and now you will charge.

Sexual Fantasies & Hypnotic by @justwritedreams

Chanyeol x fem!reader (wc - 2.7k + 2.4k) friends to lovers - fluff, smut, crack

[just-some-random-blogger]

kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom  

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

[writtenbyevie]

Hi hi!! For the fic recs ask game:

2, 6, 7, 12, 15, 17, 18! I know these are a lot so feel free to not answer all, I’m just very curious and am selfishly looking for new fics to read. Sending hugs and kisses your way, big big love you 💫

my dear, darling jules it's never too much 💫💛!!

firstly, because I adore you, secondly, because I've read so many fics (per my 37 pages of ao3 history and that was only AFTER I got an official account) and I've been fortunate to read so many wonderful things and I'd love to share!

so let's crack in ✨

p.s. if you want more info on a fic I've listed, just lemme know! I'd give a synopsis for each, but then this post would be terribly long

2. a fic you've reread several times

I love rereading fics. Both for my own enjoyment and when I'm in a rut writing my own stuff. I'll reread sections of fics that I feel emulate what I'm trying to do and go from there!

these are some I've reread for both above reasons but there are A LOT more:

cracked open by gentle hands by insomnia (cosmicbluebells) (sunaosa)

Full Bloom by bumblebeesknees (iwaoi)

shinsaibashi, 1:47 am by yamabato (sakuatsu)

Glow by ftld (sunaosa)

6. a fic that made you smile on a bad day

ATSU101: how to fall in love with your fake boyfriend by solyn (sakuatsu + literally every other hq ships cameos)

I sure hope that guy gets fired by Xov (iwaoi)

I've reread both of these upwards of three or four times all the way through. They are laugh out loud funny and just so sweet.

7. A writer who makes you think #writergoals

FTLD!!! FTLD!!! FTLD!!! FTLD!!! FTLD!!!

I am obsessed with how they write. A perfect blend of prose, comedy, characterization, plot, and insight. SO GOOD!! They are a private account on ao3 (meaning you need an account to read their stuff) but my god I am IN LOVE. They primarily write Sakuatsu and Sunaosa, but also Iwaoi and the occasional rarepair and Bokuaka.

I so desperately want to be their friend to just shower them in praise, but they're don't have a tumblr alas :/

12. a fic you couldn't stop reading once you started

My preferred method of reading for both books and fics is binge reading, but unfortunately life does not allow such things. I read both ATSU101 and Full Bloom in one sitting! Other ones I read all in one sitting were (also almost all of these are 40k+):

the death of our hands by Bershlate (bokuaka)

LITTLE LION MEN by mcbeefy (sakuatsu [also obsessed with this author])

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle by kittebasu (chanyeol) for mamimi (hyemiyah) (iwaoi)

15. a fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf

would it be horribly vain of me to same my own? I kid. in all seriousness though, I'd probably put Full Bloom by bumblebeesknees on display.

I remember finishing it with my hands shaking. It's just so visceral in how it's written. Violently vulnerable.

Sakuatsu, Sunaosa, and Iwaoi are all my top ships, but there's something about the prose in Iwaoi fics that hit like a GUT PUNCH!! I just really admired the writing in this fic and it's long enough to be a book so that's why I picked it.

17. A fic you wish you could reread again for the first time.

I'm not sure why I picked this fic, but it just has a special place in my heart. It's so soft and real and simple.

you're the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) by ghostpot (kuroken)

18. A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

So many Iwaoi fics. So many. But also these:

run rabbit run by norio (bokuaka)

All There is to Say by nightscrawls (bokuaka)

Kilometer Zero by internetpistol (orphan_account) (iwaoi)

Missing You by ftld (sunaosa)

frankenstein's monster by starbeyy (sakuatsu [this has one of my favorite quotes of all time])

anywho jules!! here are some of my recs!! I have so many more (specifically in that funny-bittersweet-canon-compliant-post time-skip-between-10k-30k-category)

thank you so very much for the ask!! throwing over you like rose petals 💖!!

[xiubaek-13]

Farewell Couch

Prompt: Chanyeol + “I have never been this comfortable in my life.” + “I’ve been looking for you.”

Setting/AU: Roommate AU

Warnings: None - this is just crack

Word Count: 1,270

“Yah! Roomie! I’ve been looking for you.” Chanyeol’s loud voice boomed across the courtyard. “Where have you been all day?”

You stopped walking and turned, waiting for him to catch up and be within range of normal speaking volume. Your roommate never has any problems embarrassing you in public, and holding a conversation from 20m away is up there with things that make you want to crawl into a hole and hide. “Chan, I’ve been at work all day.” He knew this, he was usually really good at remembering your schedule. A niggling feeling started to form, he only ever forgot schedules when something bad had happened or he’d done something stupid. “Chan, why have you been looking for me?” You asked, half not wanting to know the answer.

He took a deep breath and started. “Well you know how our couch is legit falling to pieces?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It was falling apart when you got it off Sehun.”

“It was a good deal! He was giving it away for free since he was moving in with that rich kid Suho.” You chuckled and shook your head. That fucking couch would haunt you forever. The first night it was in your house a rat ran out of it and Chanyeol refused to let you set traps to catch it. Instead he’d sat up all night and surrounded himself with morsels of food so that he could lure the rat to him and earn it’s trust. You ended up calling his sister when you realised that if his plan worked he’d try to keep it. She’d turned up and made him promise to set it free but gave him a deadline. If it wasn’t in his arms by the following day you were allowed to call an exterminator. He’d looked so crestfallen at the idea of the rat getting fumigated and he worked even harder to get it to trust him.

Chanyeol being Chanyeol, all animals loved him so naturally by the time you woke up he was cradling a rat in his arms. “If you’ve given it a name I’m kicking you out.” He’d kept his promise, but he made you drive him and the rat, who you were sure he’d named but he refused to admit it, out to the edge of the forest so that he could set it free. You didn’t have the heart to tell him it’d probably be dead by nightfall.

That couch marked several pivotal moments in your friendship. Your first movie marathon (where Chan forced you to watch like eight Disney movies and got super emotional in all of them - you never wanted to discuss Bambi or Fox & The Hound with him ever again), first fight (you’d threatened to throw out his music equipment if he didn’t replace his headphones so he’d barricaded his door with the couch so that you couldn’t get in… it actually soundproofed the room so you didn’t mind how stupid it looked), first drunken night of bonding (you both cried over just how good dogs were and how we as a race didn’t deserve them). There were countless more memories but that couch had been on its last legs for about 3 years now.

“What about the couch Chan?”

He took a deep breath. “It broke.”

“It’s broken before.”

“Ok fine, it didn’t survive surgery this time. Time of death was 1pm.”

“Wait so it’s finally beyond repair?”

He nodded solemnly. “I’m afraid so.” He paused, as though thinking over his next words. You cut him off before he could say it though. Years of sharing a house with him had prepared you for what he was about to ask.

“We’re not having a funeral for the couch Chan.”

“But -”

“No.” You had to be firm about this or he’d find the one crack in your resolve and the next thing you knew you’d be giving a eulogy for a fucking couch.

“Fine. I’ll have Kai come and help me move it to the junkyard.” He turned to head off in the direction of your house. “Can you meet me at Old John’s at 6?”

“Yeah, why?”

He grinned. “Coz my dear roommate, we are getting a new couch!”

“Geez the old one isn’t even dead 3 hours before you’ve moved on.”

“I’m trying not to focus on Betty right now.” He replied.

“Betty?” You asked.

He feigned disgust. “The couch. Betty is the couch, you uncultured swine!”

“Fucking hell. Remind me why we’re roommates again?” You groaned.

“Because I enrich your life. Gotta go! Be there at 6!” With that he ran off into the distance, leaving you shaking your head because, of course he named the goddamn couch.

***

You were pretty sure you’d tried every couch in a 5 mile radius and like 70% of them were fine but Chanyeol was scrutinizing every single one. You didn’t get it. The last couch was lumpy and falling to pieces and he had no problems loving it but picking a new one seemed to be the most difficult thing in the universe.

“Chan come on! Most of these couches are great, what is your problem?” You whined.

“They lack personality.” He stated.

“It’ll develop personality once it lives with us, if it knows what’s good for it.” You muttered loud enough for Chanyeol to hear you. He chuckled at your remark.

“Ok fine. I’m gonna go sit in one of those beanbags while I make a decision ok?” He pointed over to the far corner of the store where beanbags of all sizes were sitting. “My butt hurts from sitting in all of these couches.” He complained.

“You don’t have a butt Chan.” You deadpanned.

“Rude.” He pointed at you disapprovingly.

“I speak truth roomie.” You narrowly avoided a flick from Chanyeol. “Just make your decision in the next 10 minutes. I want to go home already.” You ached from standing all day at the cafe and you really just wanted to get a couch and either go home and lie on it or lie in your bed, you really didn’t care but it had to be soon otherwise you’d start getting crabby with everyone.

Chanyeol walked off and launched himself into the biggest fabric bean bag he could find. It wasn’t really a bean bag though, it was more of a giant cloud encased in fabric. “Holy fuck, come here NOW.”

You ran over thinking he’d somehow injured himself or broken the beanbag. If you had to pick you’d choose the former since you really couldn’t afford it and a new couch at the same time.

When you reached Chanyeol he looked like he’d reached nirvana. His eyes found yours and he smiled. “Oh my god. Seriously you need to try this.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond before pulling you down to lie next to him in the giant not-beanbag.

You understood the look on his face now. It was what you imagined lying in a cloud would feel like. “I have never been this comfortable in my life.”

“We’re not buying it.”

“The tag says its a love sac” He tried to get the words out but he was laughing too hard so it took him three attempts before he managed to it out.

“Then we’re really not buying one.” You choked out.

“That would be cruel, we would have to buy a pair.” He broke down into a laughing fit and you couldn’t help but follow suit.

Ten minutes later you’d managed to come back to your senses long enough to poke him and get out. “Pick a fucking couch already.”

[mint-yooxgi]

hey, in chanyeol's yandere story, the oc decided to stay with him but in monsta house oc was hostile towrds him. can you explain why? like when oc picked yixing as the best, i got why but wouldnt chanyeol be second best bc they chose to be with him in the end of his story. sorry if this doesnt make sense!

Honestly, it all comes down to a matter of opinion, but Chanyeol is one of the better ones, so-to-say. The reason OC was ‘hostile’ towards him in the crack fic is because Chanyeol had been stalking the OC for years, and to an extent, it was worse than what Kyungsoo did with the cameras. Chanyeol would watch the OC bathe, change, have sex, masturbate, you name it. Plus, the added fact that he’s a demon and he could literally kill the OC then they’d be trapped with him for all eternity.

In the fic, OC doesn’t really necessarily rate them in order from one to twelve, just best versus worst and the rest falling somewhere along that scale.

[by-soleil]

yours

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight crack

Warning: wonwoo is a god sent of a man (2)

This fic was inspired by “yours - chanyeol, lee hi, changmo, raiden”

a part two of this fic >>> “pov"

•••

There are two words you often life by.

The first one being, impossible.

A word you associate to a lot of things. Call it being a pessimist, to you, it’s being realistic.

And there’s the second one, predictable.

Things in your life are mostly, if not all predictable. There’s no use wishing upon the stars, life has taught you that wishing for things would just be the first part of disappointment. The sweetest part of it.

But as if sent straight from heaven above, Jeon Wonwoo swoops in. Turning your impossible to possible and predictable to unpredictable.

The first time Wonwoo saw you was when you were burying your face in books upon books at the library. It was the monday leading up to mid-term week.

Your hair was a complete mess bunched up on top of your head, the phrase you’ve been trying to understand for a good thirty minutes now is making less sense the more you read it. Sparking tears on the inner corner of your eyes.

Covering both your eyes with neon-highlighter stained hands, you groan silently. Not wanting to burst to tears in packed library full of over sensitive college students.

Wonwoo should overlooked you. He really should. Despite looking like a deranged mess, that type of sight is nothing out of the ordinary this time of the year. Basically you’re blending in just fine with the crowd. And yet, Wonwoo’s eyes somehow pulled towards you.

The next few days, Wonwoo’s eyes kept finding you at the library. You either doing the silent groan or on the brink of consciousness trying to find a way to stay awake. Making his time at the library a tad bit more fun than usual.

On the actual week of mid-term you pretty much all caught up with the syllabus making the study time at the library more like a review time. Hence you can actually pay a little more attention on how you look. Thanking the stars you decidedly doing so.

Ditching the sluggish sweatpants, you opt for your favorite pair of jeans and a puffy cardigan to keep you somewhat warm and prepared for the early november chills.

With the library still as packed, you quickly find yourself a seat and settle down before you start reviewing your stuff.

With your study timer starts ticking and the lofi music starts pouring out of your airpods, you immerse yourself with pages upon pages of your notebook. Finally enjoying the study flow you’ve been curating since the beginning of the semester.

Having spent weeks with the same old routine inside the library, you expect no social interaction. So when the deep voice pierces thru the lofi music in your ears, it took you a few extra seconds to realize that the said voice was directed to you.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken? Wouldn’t wanna bother you but everywhere else is taken. Sorry.” Wonwoo finally say after spending the last seven minutes mustering up the courage and forming a somewhat coherent sentence.

Wonwoo’s a pretty laid back guy. Rarely get nervous, but for some reason, asking you about the empty seat he clearly knows doesn’t belong to anyone after seeing you study alone for God knows how many times now, made him so.

Wonwoo never cares who seat next to him at the library. Why would he? He didn’t even look at any of them. So him asking for permission to sit on an obviously empty seat surprises both you and himself.

“Y—yeah, sure. It’s yours.” you nod, trying your best to look away.

Mirroring what you feel inside, Wonwoo tries to keep his expression as calm before taking the seat. Murmuring a quick thank you as he does so.

Wonwoo is not one to talk or initiates a conversation first with stranger. In an unfamiliar setting, he usually just sit back and observe his surrounding. Which is why Wonwoo would notice the way you move your chair slightly towards him. And also the way you glance up at him every now and then, making the little smile appear on his face.

“Umm, what’s your name?” you quickly ask after introducing yourself, catching Wonwoo off guard.

Smiling, Wonwoo offer his hand as he introduce himself.

“Okay, since you asked me about that chair earlier, I really can’t help but thinking how nice it would be if we could save each other a seat at the library. You know since the seat is pretty much always taken…” you start off your proposal. “I mean, if I got here first then I’d save you a seat and if it was you who got here first, you save me one. How’s that sound?”

With amusement evident on his face, Wonwoo murmurs “Wow, you talk pretty fast.” making you blush out of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, forget I said anyth—” you immediately apologize, feeling more embarrassed the longer Wonwoo stare at you.

“No! I mean, yeah we could do that.” Wonwoo quickly cut you off before you got the wrong idea. The fact that you initiate the conversation then the possibility of future meet ups lifts a huge weight off of Wonwoo’s shoulder.

Though the whole time sitting next to you he might look very immersed on whatever book he’s currently annotating, Wonwoo’s mind was working extra hard to formulate a way for him to introduce himself. Something he really thought he’d never do, let alone asking for a favor to save him a seat.

“Great, but if it’s too much trouble you can always say no. I was just thinking it’ll be better for both parties y’know? One less thing to worry about.” you continue to blabber, pulling a laugh from Wonwoo.

A laugh that stops you right then, captivated by how his face demeanor changes significantly. What once was a cold—borderline scary—expression melts into a sweet warm smile that resembles a cat meme you saw floating around on the internet.

“No, honestly, I’d love that. If you didn’t ask, I would’ve asked you for the same thing. Like you said, better for both of us.” he assures you, exactly the right thing to do seeing how your anxiousness is now starting to subside.

After successfully—and also shamefully—asking to save each other’s number for convenience, you both head out of the library. Matching up your class schedules to find a common ground.

Holding yourself back, afraid you might unconsciously push your luck once more and ask him for a quick lunch tomorrow.

Little did you know, Wonwoo was doing the exact same thing.

“Dude, why do you keep glancing at your watch, hot date or something?” DK teases Wonwoo who have been checking the time every few minutes.

As expected, the small chuckle followed by a brief explanation about his plan to go to the library right after lunch, got Wonwoo receiving a few heavy sighs from his friends.

“Dude, chill. You can have fun too, you know? You don’t have to work so hard all the time. It’s okay.” Joshua peeps in, giving Wonwoo a few encouraging squeezes on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I am having fun. Gotta run, tho. I’ll see y’all tonight!” Wonwoo then quickly gather all his stuff before jogging straight to the library where he promise you to be the one saving the seat.

Upon seeing your stumbling figure entering the library carrying a few heavy textbooks that you know you’ll never finish by today, Wonwoo quickly stands up and head your way.

“I got you, let me help.” Wonwoo calmly say as he took the heavy textbooks from your crumbling little fingers. Laughing when you let out a small squeak instead of thanking him.

One of the few little things Wonwoo realizes you do.

“Are you planing on getting thru all of these?” Wonwoo taps on the heavy books.

Shaking your head, you sigh. “In a perfect world, I would. But it’s not. So, I’ll just stop when my head starts steaming.” you lazily say, making it a lot funnier for Wonwoo.

“Sorry, it’s funny. You're funny.” Wonwoo throw both his hands up in defense when you throw him a questioning look.

Eyeing his workspace, you mumble quickly “You can go ahead and leave when you're done. Thank you for the seat.”

“No, I think I’ll stay.” Wonwoo chirps, making you turn your head to figure out wether he’s joking or not only to find him already sucked into whatever book he’s got open in front of him.

The next few weeks spent with the study date—a term you singlehandedly use to describe the meet ups—becoming more and more frequent. Meeting Wonwoo on a daily basis have become somewhat of a habit.

Wonwoo : Bad news, there’s no seat available. I’ve looked on both first and second floor.

You : Awh no :(((

You : I really need to prepare for my next exam, ughhhhhh.

Wonwoo : We could study at my place if you want. Or cafes great too.

You : Are you sure? That would be amazing, my roommate noisy as hell. I’ll never get anything through this thick skull of mine.

Wonwoo : Where are you? Still at the dorm? If so, I’ll pick you up.

You : Thank you, Wonwoo.

And with that, the blurred lines between you and Wonwoo seemed to be even more ambiguous.

What was once an innocent study session have turned into a real study dates where Wonwoo would rest his head on your shoulder when he can feel his head stated to steam up.

•••

Wonwoo used to wonder, what is it about you that made him attracted. It could be the sunshine and rainbow you keep showing whenever he’s around. Or it could be the ready to fight spurs of energy you seemed to always have when things take a turn for the worst. To this day Wonwoo still can’t seem to pin point the exact thing.

“What is it about you?” Wonwoo whisper to himself as he clear out the strands of hair from you sleeping face. Another study session ends up with you falling asleep on Wonwoo’s couch.

“Never letting my mind at ease, got me worrying over your well being everytime.” he continues, fingers running down your hair.

Spending more than enough time with Wonwoo have made you a pretty good guesser on what or how he feels. Or so you thought.

Wonwoo and his observant self have always been one step ahead, catching you worrying about the things you cannot control or the frustrated tears you often held back when you’re stuck on a situation with no one to talk to.

Wonwoo wish you would talk to him, he wishes you’d lay out everything to him. The good and the bad. Not showing him the fakest smile whenever you’re sad and not alone. He wishes he could be there for you, take away all your tears. He wishes you’d allow him to.

The happy go lucky facade you often sporting just made Wonwoo wonder how much trouble you bear alone.

With Wonwoo’s gentle hands caressing you out of the unconsciousness, your eyes flutter open to a pair of piercing eyes hidden behind his favorite glasses.

You smile, “How long was I out for?” you ask, enjoying the feel of Wonwoo’s big hands running down your spine.

“A few hours.” Wonwoo answers. “You’ll hurt your back sleeping here. Want me to carry you to the bed?”

“Five more minutes. I like looking at you.” you continue to smile, too happy with the state you're in right now.

Wonwoo then continue his ministration of soft hands down your back, chuckling here and there whenever you're shivering from the touch.

“Please, let me be yours.” Wonwoo suddenly blurt out. Vaporizing all hazy feeling your previous slumber had left you with.

Sitting up, you shake your head to completely wake yourself up. “What do you mean? Am I hallucinating? Are you drunk?” you squint your eyes trying to intimidate Wonwoo.

“You are not hallucinating, and no, I’m not drunk.” Wonwoo continue to laughs as he take a seat next to you on the couch.

“Then please explain further, my little brain cannot comprehend what you just said. And, no, I'm not expecting anything. I thought I heard something but I think I misheard you, so let me out of this short lived misery cause I—”

“Okay, shush—” Wonwoo stops you with a finger landing exactly in the middle of your lips. Shushing you real fast. “—I love it when you start blabbering everytime you’re caught off guard. But I can’t explain myself when you're giving me no room to talk. So, can I please continue my declaration of love?”

Your heart drops. What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Thank you.” Wonwoo smiles as if he didn’t just dropped a hefty fucking bomb on your heart before continuing his so called declaration of love. “I like you, obviously, everyone can tell. But spending all these time with you and looking at you from afar, I have notice one thing. That is I want all of you. Not just your bright sunny side, I want your sadness, I want you to share it with me. I want to be the one who takes away all your tears. Seeing you always hide whatever burden you're hiding from me saddens me. I want you.”

“Wonwoo..”

“Can I please, be yours?”

“Why?” you hate to be that girl, the girl who doubt herself and seek for validation. But every word fallen out of Wonwoo’s mouth makes absolutely zero sense.

“What do you mean? You brighten my day, I laugh the most when I’m with you. And I really want you to feel how I feel when I'm with you.”

“You're kidding. Wonwoo I swear on my next final exam’s grade if you’re playing with me I will haunt you till the rest of your day. You do know I can recite a few episode of ‘how to get away with murder’ splendidly, right?”

True to Wonwoo’s fashion, he laughs. The two big hands that were holding you by the shoulder are now wrapping you tight as Wonwoo pulls you to his lap. “Are you threatening me?”

With Wonwoo cradling you like a baby, you bury your face on Wonwoo’s neck. “I know you're big but I can beat you, you know!”

“And what if I’m not playing, what are you gonna do with me?” he softly challenge.

“I'm not answering that.”

“Why?” Wonwoo continues to laugh, big strong hands going back to deliver sweet caress down your back. Melting you right into him.

With no answer coming from you, Wonwoo push you a little to get a good look on you. Beet red face you're sporting gave everything away. Warming Wonwoo’s heart.

“You keep on surprising me, I’m not used to people breaking my expectation.” you finally say, can’t stand being this close to Wonwoo’s face.

“Not my fault your expectation on people is very low. You deserve a lot of things, yet you expect the worst.” Wonwoo’s hands fly to caress your burning cheek this time.

“Better than being disappointed.”

“Then, I will try my best to not disappoint you. Ever.” and with that Wonwoo lean forward, closing the heated gaps between the two of you.

The sweet movement of Wonwoo’s lips melts the stiffness of yours, breaking the wall you’ve put up around your heart little by little.

“Do you not like this? Why aren’t you kissing me back?” Wonwoo breathe into the kiss.

“No, I do. Keep going. I'm just shocked, that’s all.”

With your words in mind, Wonwoo deepens the kiss but stopping not long after when he can no longer contain his laugh.

“I’m sorry you're too funny. Why were you so stiff at first.” Wonwoo turn his face to release a held back laughter.

“Great, now I'm turned on and you're laughing. Greaaaaaat.” you sulk, lifting yourself to get off of Wonwoo’s lap.

“No, no, no, where are you going. I’m sorry. Let’s go again, I won’t laugh this time.” Wonwoo tries to deliver the sentence with straight face but failed miserably.

With disbelief you try to contain your laughter. “I can’t believe you. My ego is fucking bruised right now, and you’re still laughing?”

“You’re also trying not to laugh right now.” Wonwoo points out the obvious.

“We could’ve had a very hot and romantic night just now if it weren’t for your laughing.” you continue to act baffled with the laughter threatening to burst.

“We still could, come on. I'm sorry, I promise I won’t laugh.” Wonwoo quickly say but his laughter slipping out little by little.

“I think you need to calm down.” you finally laugh alongside Wonwoo. Burrying you face between his pecks, you let out all the laughter you’ve been holding with Wonwoo holding the both of you from shaking.

And with that, what supposedly a long hot night filled with affection was spent laughing and trying to calm each other down.

An odd way to end a night where two people come forward to bare out their feelings for one another, but with Wonwoo, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

•••

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Daily EXO Fic Recs #1

cause sehun’s totally the smartest

By rynspjma

Warnings: Frequent use of language, sexual humor

Ships: Chen/Xiumin

Word Count: 7,145

Description on AO3:

sehun makes an group chat with all the members of exo.

secrets are revealed. tea is spilled. chanyeol flips out. kyungsoo complains. poor suho.

My rating:

10/10, really funny and made me laugh a lot! :D

[tyonfs]

the thing about dating

❝ well, it’s not every day a cute jock comes up to you during your shift and offers to walk you to your place. and, for the second time, this is not a date. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee donghyuck x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, strangers to lovers, college au 

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, hyuck is an architecture student and the star hockey player which is very attractive to me, barista!reader, this fic is not sponsored by Starbucks™, also ofc lots !! of fluff !! + one makeout scene

SUMMARY ▸ lee donghyuck’s method of flirting appeared to be ordering the most obscure drinks until you blew your fuse and agreed to go on a “not-date” with him.

PLAYLIST ▸ kiss me more by doja cat ft. sza • playboy by exo • yours by raiden ft. chanyeol, lee hi, changmo

WORD COUNT ▸ 7073 words

TAG LIST ▸ @geniejunn @junepops @keemburley @pewpewpwe00 @flower-lise @baekhyuns-lipchain @chezzontop @prettyjaems @ukiyoneo @hyuckswifey @kookings @chanluster @jaehy9ngs @jen0zen @jinnieyeolele​

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ happy 5 years with 127 day!! this fic is part of @renhyucks​’s “the first” collab and my installment is “the first date” ♡ pls check out the other authors if you’d like and i hope you enjoy!

BELIEVE IT OR NOT, YOU WERE PERFECTLY CONTENT WITH YOUR AVERAGE STARBUCKS JOB, WORKING AN AVERAGE SALARY TO PAY OFF YOUR AVERAGE COLLEGE TUITION.

Scratch that. Tuition prices had skyrocketed and you were working extra shifts to scrape up as much money as you could. There was nothing average about college tuition, you realized, and not even your four-hour evening shifts (five days a week, mind you) could completely cover the problem.

Life was simple. You woke up, attended your classes, studied, and then worked as a Starbucks barista until closing. Despite how plain that sounded, it wasn’t like the meaning of fun was foreign to you. You still treated yourself every now and then; going downtown with Huang Renjun, partying with Lee Jeno, and making fun of your coworker, Mark Lee.

You hadn’t expected your ordinary life to shift because of someone outside of your social circle. Everything that went on in the inner workings was to be expected; anything else outside of your circle was foreign territory you’d rather not deal with.

“You know my friend, Lee Donghyuck?” Mark once asked you out of nowhere. When you shook your head, he shuddered and added, “Maybe that’s a good thing.”

Mark’s eerie response left you with an unsettling feeling about this Donghyuck.

You had never even met Donghyuck formally in person. Your opinions and images of him were constructed from Mark’s absurd stories during shared shifts. You later found out that all of your friends knew the infamous Lee Donghyuck, and they all had stories to share with grins on their faces. Thus, you figured that he must have been a hot commodity, but Mark’s Tales of Lee Donghyuck weren’t very promising in terms of his character.

According to your coworker, Donghyuck once got banned for life from a roller skating rink. He was so terrible at balancing on wheels that he ended up crashing into an entire snack rack, knocking down the entire shelf, and ruining all the food that was neatly stacked. That spurred a domino effect and caused several other shelves to tumble over.

Fun guy, you thought.

Then, you found out he was the star player of the university’s ice hockey team. You were dying to ask how someone could be so pathetic at roller skating but be perfectly fine at ice skating, but you withheld your judgement.

After that, you had finally seen Donghyuck in person, and it was only a brief glimpse while you were talking to Mark and Jeno after their game. Your impression of him wasn’t getting any better, though, because you happened to hear him fawning over the other team’s coach. Mark tried to cough loudly to hide Donghyuck’s “damn, she’s hot” comment, but it only drew more attention to it.

You didn’t have an exact understanding of his personality, so you just imagined different personas of Star Boy (you heard Renjun call him that once and it stuck). Sometimes he was a loud frat boy who often blacked out before the party even started, and sometimes you even visualized him as some boisterous adult with unfortunate luck. Mark had never introduced you to him formally, nor did you care enough to look him up on social media, so you stuck to the images you created in your head.

That was, until he was standing on the other side of the register, waiting for you to take his order.

You hadn’t expected to meet Donghyuck so soon, but you probably wouldn’t have thought much of it until you heard Mark yelp in surprise behind you. It sounded like your coworker was scared that his best friend showed up at his workplace, and you weren’t sure what to make of that.

“What are you doing here?” Mark squeaked out.

“Getting a drink?” Donghyuck scoffed, an incredulous edge to his tone. You understood Mark’s dismay when you watched his friend pull out his phone and take a picture of him. “Loosen up, Mark. I was gonna see you in the apron sooner or later. Real cute on you, by the way.”

You were all for friends catching up and poking fun at each other, but you had a line of customers who didn’t seem too happy about Donghyuck taking his sweet time. The last thirty minutes before closing were always the busiest with everyone rushing to get their orders in. On top of holding up the line, Mark’s friend started stealing glances at you (probably expecting you to ask what his order was, but he had that look), so you cleared your throat.

“Welcome to Starbucks,” you greeted cheerily. “Can I take your order?”

Donghyuck grinned brightly, and you could only think about how pretty he looked when he smiled. “Can you make it for me too?”

You glanced back at Mark, who was rolling his eyes and getting ready to take over the register after you were done. He set down the last drink he made on the counter and shot you a wary look.

“Sure,” you replied, a little unsure of Donghyuck’s intentions. You picked up a Sharpie and uncapped it, hand hovering over the cups. “So what would you like?”

“Your number.”

“I think we’re speaking different languages right now.” You grimaced as Donghyuck leaned both elbows onto the counter and propped his chin on his palm. “Your Starbucks order?”

“A venti”—you grabbed the largest cup and Donghyuck’s menacing grin got bigger—“matcha green tea frappuccino with a strawberry smoothie base, coconut milk, two pumps of caramel, one pump of white mocha, two pumps of toffee nut syrup, three espresso shots, topped with whipped cream and a caramel drizzle.” After noting the horrified look on your face, Donghyuck added, “Oh, and extra whip.”

“It’s five minutes to closing,” you replied, already tired of Star Boy.

You thought it was some sick joke, but the menace ended up paying for his drink down to the penny. (You wished you were joking, but he paid in cash and even pulled coins out from his pockets). Donghyuck’s cheery smile didn’t die down as Mark took over the register, and he moved to the waiting area as you stepped to the side. His eyes never left you as you tried to wrap your head around his bizarre order. Examining what you scrawled down, you decided to bite the bullet and get to work. Although you suspected that Donghyuck was messing around, he was a customer and it was your job to make his drink.

You had never been so hyper-focused on making a drink. Most of the time, you just let your body take over. This time, however, you were trying to figure out how a star ice hockey player’s diet could make room for so much sugar.

Surely there had to be a punchline.

You swallowed down the snarky remark thick on your tongue and slid the drink across the counter. “One venti green tea frappuccino for Donghyuck!”

Before your hand could let go of the drink, you felt Donghyuck’s fingers circle around yours. You were already turning to take more orders, but you froze in place and stared at his hand.

“Thanks for the drink, Y/N,” he said, the corner of his lip hitching up. “Let me walk you back after your shift.”

You balked. “I live in the apartments on the other side of campus.”

Donghyuck grinned, eyes twinkling under the dim light. “It’s a date then.”

That wasn’t the punchline you were expecting.

Before you could object, Donghyuck let go of your hand and gingerly took the drink from you. He sauntered over to the tables and slid into a chair. He occupied himself with his phone in the meantime, and when you heard Mark’s ringer go off, you were positive they were conspiring.

“Hey!” you whispered to Mark, dragging him to the side once he took his last order. “What’s up with your friend? Is he always this flirty?”

“Oh, well—”

You and Mark fell silent when his phone went off again. He cursed under his breath and pulled it out of his pocket to silence it. You glanced down at his phone and looked back at him, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“Was that him?” you asked.

Cornering Mark Lee was easy. He had the backbone of a mollusk, so if you pressed him enough, he would cough up anything you wanted to know. Of course, you weren’t mean enough to use this to your advantage.

Most of the time.

“Maybe,” Mark mumbled. After you narrowed your eyes at him, Mark caved and turned his phone on. “He said he doesn’t need to get a ride back with me anymore.”

You were itching to press Mark for answers, but the both of you had to get back to work before the manager caught you slacking. All you had left was to clean up and get ready for closing. Normally, this was the most exciting part of your shift, but now you had butterflies pitted in your stomach and a clouded head.

It was one thing for someone to be attracted and slowly try to get closer, but Donghyuck was skipping all the steps and jumping straight to asking you out. You couldn’t say you didn’t admire his boldness, but this wasn’t how you expected your average night at your average job to go. Thinking back to your conversation with Mark earlier, you wondered if he was either warning you about Lee Donghyuck or preparing you. You didn’t bother trying to ask; the minds of men were not complex, but rather like a messy room you had to dig through to find what you needed.

And, to put it bluntly, things like this didn’t happen to people like you. You weren’t the type to get those main character moments. You liked to live life as a side character, away from all the action.

As you were undoing the strings of your apron, you heard Donghyuck’s hushed voice from behind you.

“Psst!”

You turned to look at him, half-shocked at his impatience and half-shocked that he was still waiting for you. “I’m coming,” you whispered back.

“That’s what she said.”

Ah, men.

Donghyuck continued, “Ready for our date?”

“This is not a date.”

You left it to Mark to close up shop and you headed out, saying quick goodbyes to your curious coworkers. You usually left alone or with Mark, but tonight you were heading out with Lee Donghyuck, the campus heartthrob. You didn’t peg him as the type to fall for someone easily, so you were trying to remember some possible drunken encounter, but nothing was coming to mind.

Maybe it’s love at first sight, your brain reasoned and shot down right away. No, that doesn’t even sound right.

Or maybe he just did this to a lot of girls. You weren’t sure if Donghyuck was the type to flirt with virtually anyone who looked like they’d fawn over him, but Mark and Jeno hadn’t mentioned anything like that, so you were hesitant to draw a conclusion right away. You were sure Mark would warn you if he had suspicious intentions. Well, unless Mark was blissfully oblivious as well.

“So,” you started, a touch awkward, “you come here often?”

It wasn’t even the most pressing question of the night, but your mouth was going dry. You only realized how stupid your question was when Donghyuck turned to you with a raised brow.

“Believe it or not, I actually go here,” he replied, making you feel stupid as a smirk tugged at his lips. He looked down at the sugar-overload of a drink he bought and smiled. “You probably think I’m rushing into things by asking you out on a date, don’t you?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from snorting at his comment. “Well, it’s not every day a cute jock comes up to you during your shift and offers to walk you to your place,” you remarked and turned on him before he spoke, “and, for the second time, this is not a date.”

Donghyuck laughed, crisp and clear. The sound of his laughter was like birds singing in your ear; it was cute, infectious, and made you want to throw the damn frappuccino in his face before you wanted to make him laugh again.

“So you think I’m cute?”

Never have you understood the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, but after Donghyuck’s question, it was crystal clear to you. It was like the anxiousness of presenting a speech in front of a class mixed with the thrill of a drop during a roller coaster. You weren’t quite sure if you liked it or wanted to rip out your intestines.

“W-well, that’s a very good question,” you stuttered. “Maybe you should explain yourself first. I have no idea why you offered to walk me back and why you insist on this being a date.”

“You don’t remember me at all? That kind of hurts.” Donghyuck mocked a pout and held a hand to his chest as if he was wounded. “Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t hear it, but you were talking to Mark and Jeno after our game, and I accidentally said you were hot out loud.”

You paused. The words rang in your head and poured into the cracks of your memory. You were certain that he was talking about the other team’s coach back then, but hearing that it was actually about you was slightly terrifying. The butterflies flapped a little more vigorously in your stomach, and you had to take a few more seconds to process the new information.

“Oh my god,” you said, voice a little distant. The scene replayed in your head, and you saw it from a completely different perspective this time. “I thought you were talking about someone else.”

You were definitely not going to tell him that you thought he was a milf hunter.

“I didn’t even think you were real when I caught your gaze in the crowd,” Donghyuck continued, shaking his head in disbelief, “and then seeing you after the game—man, I was jealous.”

You were completely flustered. How could he say such things and not feel the slightest bit embarrassed? On the flip side, you wanted to laugh because he was apparently jealous of your co-worker and best friend.

“You were jealous of Mark?” you asked, amused. Before you could continue or address the creeping red up Donghyuck’s neck, you were already at your door. “Oh, we’re here. Thanks for walking me back.”

“Of course,” he replied, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jersey. “Are you sure you didn’t forget anything back at the shop?”

You beamed a little when you realized he wanted to walk for longer. You would be lying if you said otherwise, but a mischievous side of you was tempted to leave him wanting more.

You smiled and opened the door to your apartment, tilting your head as you turned to say goodbye. “Goodnight, Hyuck,” you sang.

He grinned. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You bit down your smile as you watched him leave with a little bounce in his step. This was bad; your heart was restless and your head was a mess.

On the bright side, Lee Donghyuck was cute.

It made absolutely no sense.

Donghyuck was vibrant, fun, and interesting. He was an architecture major who was able to maintain a social life and a star hockey player. He was the absolute package—the man people dreamt of dating.

You were none of the above.

Why Donghyuck seemed to be pining over you was over your head. You had a better shot at understanding multivariable calculus than the arcane mind of Lee Donghyuck.

A week had passed and you had only seen him a few times during rush hour and heard about him from Mark. While you definitely found Donghyuck attractive, you would rather take his baffling Starbucks orders for the rest of your life instead of being stuck in this perpetual cycle of being pined over.

Maybe you spoke too soon, though, because he had just sent in a mobile order for a nonfat venti caramel macchiato with skim milk and topped with a caramel drizzle and extra whipped cream. You narrowed your eyes at the “sugar-free” option and shook your head.

As for the icing on the cake, Donghyuck’s note read: make sure Y/N makes it for me.

Great.

On the bright side, you didn’t have to deal with counting his several dozen coins at the cash register this time. Although, your afternoon shift was about to end and you were not looking forward to the monster of a drink Donghyuck expected you to make. Did he even drink this stuff? You were certain this was not the best diet for someone on the ice hockey team.

(It was just as concerning when his teammate, Mark, cringed at the sight of his order last time.)

“Is it destiny that we ran into each other again?” Donghyuck asked, a dramatic flair to his tone as he strolled up to the counter.

“You asked Mark for my schedule, didn’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at the slippery bastard. “I saw the note on your mobile order. You’re not slick at all.”

“See, I wouldn’t have to ask Mark if you gave me your number.” Donghyuck shrugged. “What’s college if you don’t use your resources?”

Scoffing a little, you decided to add an extra treat to his order, using your Sharpie to jot down your number on the side of his cup. Donghyuck seemed to notice, his smile growing a little bigger.

You pressed your lips together as you slid Donghyuck’s drink across the counter. If you had to make one of these obscure orders again, you were sure you were going to blow your fuse. In fact, you were pretty much at your limit right now, and the only thing keeping you from blowing your top was the fact that your shift was nearly over, and you didn’t want to have to stay behind and get scolded.

Donghyuck’s fingertips brushed against your knuckles, and you tried not to jolt.

“If you want to ask me out on a date, just be direct instead of wasting your money on these terrible drinks,” you blurted out. “If you keep this up, you’re going to get health problems. This isn’t even a normal amount of sugar for one drink. I don’t want to be the girl who ruined a star athlete’s diet.”

“I thought I ordered sugar-free.”

“There’s no way to make something like that sugar-free!”

That was when you looked up at Donghyuck and noticed he was sporting a rather ugly bruise on his jaw. It was fresh—red and purple blooming across his tanned skin. Your fingertips itched to reach across the counter and brush against the tender skin, as if that would do any help other than boost his already-inflated confidence. Donghyuck seemed to notice your worried look, however, and the corner of his lip picked up in amusement.

“Can I take you on a date then?” Donghyuck asked. “Tonight?”

You froze completely, not because you were repulsed but because you were taken aback by his request. It was true that you told him to be direct, but you didn’t expect him to start right away. You either looked shocked or uncomfortable because Donghyuck stiffened up, his earlier bravado wavering. In return, you felt a pang of guilt for reacting the way you did, but Donghyuck spoke before you could correct yourself.

“Let me try again. Can I take you somewhere tonight?” he asked again, and when you raised a brow at him, he added, “On a not-date.”

“A not-date,” you echoed, seeing if the words sounded right on your tongue. They didn’t, but you agreed. “A not-date sounds great.”

“Perfect.” Donghyuck grinned, grabbing his drink from the counter and starting to back up. “I’ll meet you outside your place for our not-date then.”

“When?” you called after him.

“Seven!”

Donghyuck was gone, leaving you to wallow in your thoughts and wonder what the hell a not-date was.

It wasn’t that he had no personality or wasn’t your type. You were attracted to confidence, and Donghyuck emanated that. In fact, the boy was brimming with everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. You hadn’t known him for very long, but he was so expressive that you could get a clear sense of the person he was. There was so much transparency that you had no room to feel anxious or insecure. If you did date Lee Donghyuck, you were sure you would be a very happy girl.

Your issue, however, was very simple—an issue that many people often faced at the beginning of relationships: you knew absolutely nothing about Donghyuck.

If Mark heard you right now, he would probably argue that the point of dating was to get to know the person. You respected that take, but you preferred getting to know the person before you got attached and got closer to them. The thing about dating was that it was a long-term commitment, and you needed to be prepared before you took that step.

What could you possibly learn about a person over a walk home and a few bizarre coffee orders? Granted, Donghyuck was a bit much, so you felt naturally comfortable around him. All you knew, though, was that he was an outgoing, funny person who was very attracted to you for whatever reason.

Your train of thought derailed when Mark Lee grabbed your shoulder.

“Y/N, your shift is over,” he reminded you. “I’m taking over.”

“Mark,” you said, “if someone you hardly knew asked you out, what would you say?”

“Well, shit, if she was hot—”

“Okay, nevermind. Goodbye.”

Why were you overthinking this not-date?

It was a casual meet-up, just like friends hanging out. Except one of the friends was very attracted to the other friend, and the other friend was also infatuated but in a more subtle way.

You didn’t need to pay extra attention to your hair and outfit. You didn’t need to check if you applied the right amount of lipgloss. You didn’t need to spend ten minutes seeing which pair of boots looked the best on you.

You didn’t need to yelp when you heard a knock at your door.

“Coming!” you called.

You had approximately five seconds to decide on which boots to wear and which ones to abandon. That was, if you wanted to answer the door on time. You settled for the ones that, with each satisfying step, made your heels click against the linoleum flooring.

You opened the door to see Donghyuck right in front of you, one arm propped against the edge of the doorframe. He cleaned up rather well, even in the casual attire he was sporting. He wore a loose white shirt that set off his tan and dark jeans that hugged his thighs just the right amount. Before you were about to mention how good he looked, you noticed his eyes drop down and then come right back up. You pretended you didn’t pay attention to him checking you out, even though it was painfully obvious, but you indulged his attempt at being stealthy; men were not subtle creatures at all.

“You look good,” Donghyuck complimented and hastily added, “in a friendly, not-date sort of way.”

“Right, okay,” you breathed out. “You look good too… in a friendly, not-date way.”

Your eyes narrowed at the bruise on his jaw, though. The red from before had faded into purple and blue, creeping to the base of his ear like a vine. Donghyuck didn’t seem to answer about it earlier, so you were slightly worried that he had been getting into trouble. The tips of your fingers tingled, and you realized you were already reaching out to brush against the sore skin.

Donghyuck’s breath got caught in his throat. He froze for a few moments, and you could only think about how cute it was that he was reacting that way.

He regained his composure and explained, “It’s from hockey. Ten accidentally rammed into me.”

“Does it hurt?” you asked.

“Not anymore,” he replied with a grin.

Donghyuck led you out of your building, and when you thought he was going to turn into the parking lot, he directed you on the path to campus grounds. You weren’t going to oppose, but you were curious as to what he had up his sleeve. Although, part of you was fearful that he would propose to do something borderline illegal.

It was odd to hang out with Donghyuck like this knowing that he clearly wanted this to be a date. It was like the two of you were friends but not exactly. There was so much gray area that it was starting to bother you.

Luckily for you, your not-date could apparently read minds.

Before you could ask where he was taking you, he asked, “So, what’s the deal with you and dating?”

His tone sounded playful, but the question itself felt like a jab in your gut. Now, you were stuck between regretting and rejoicing over wearing the boots that clicked because it filled up the long seconds of silence that followed Donghyuck’s question. Thankfully, Star Boy was the kind of guy who made awkward situations more lighthearted without even raising a finger; he was naturally able to make people feel at ease around him.

“I just don’t know you that well,” you answered truthfully. “I mean, shouldn’t dating be something that happens after getting to know each other?”

Donghyuck shrugged. “I think you and I have very different definitions of what dating is.”

“Oh?”

“We go on dates to get to know each other,” Donghyuck explained, “and if it goes well, we can be in a relationship.”

His explanation sounded so simple, so easy, yet it felt like such a foreign concept to you. Maybe you were too traditional in your outlook about dating, but Donghyuck’s made sense. This was something casual to him, something he wanted to see if he could develop into something bigger.

“You’re so bold, Hyuck,” you said with a laugh. “Nothing could make me ask out someone on a whim.”

Donghyuck’s smile was faint, stuck between curious and amused. “Why not?”

You shrugged, voice trailing off into a mumble. “If they didn’t like me back, then I’d just be embarrassing myself.”

“I mean, what’s really gonna happen if you get rejected? You’re gonna get sad, feel awkward, but eventually forget about the whole thing later and laugh when you remember it,” he answered. “What I can’t live with, though, is the what if.”

You raised a brow. Star Boy had unexpected depth. Perhaps you underestimated him because you had been under the assumption that his brain was full of hockey pucks and Starbucks orders.

He continued, “What if I asked her out? What if I didn’t chicken out?” He broke into a shy grin. “I wouldn’t have scored a not-date with you if I didn’t shoot my shot.” You couldn’t hide the smile that crept to your lips, but thankfully, Donghyuck was distracted by the ice rink.

“Oh, that’s where you practice, right?” you pointed out.

“Yeah,” Donghyuck replied, slipping his hand into yours smoothly to drag you toward the door, “and where we’re gonna have our first not-date.”

Weird, you thought when your fingers were laced with his, because for the first time in a few years of living away from home, you felt unexpectedly safe with Lee Donghyuck.

You blinked. Processed his words again. Internalized them once more without thinking about how your hands were like mismatched puzzle pieces that happened to fit perfectly.

First not-date meant there were going to be more, right? You weren’t sure if you wanted them to still be called not-dates, though. You considered clarifying that you didn’t mind if he called this a real date, but then a pang of guilt twisted deep in your gut.

This was the borderline illegal thing Donghyuck was roping you into.

Your brain retracted any mentions of feeling safe with Lee Donghyuck.

“Hey!” you whispered harshly when he pulled out the keys. “Isn’t this against the rules? How do you even have the keys?”

Donghyuck turned to you with a sheepish grin on his face. “Relax. I snagged them by saying I’d close up after practice.” After a pause, he added, “I also said I’d put away equipment for the next two weeks, but I’ll just make Mark do it.”

“How does that make this any better? We’re still breaking the rules by going inside!”

“Okay, technically, I never told them when I was closing up,” Donghyuck defended, jiggling the keys momentarily until the door unlocked. He held it open and flamboyantly gestured for you to enter. “After you, my lady.”

“This is insane,” you told him, jabbing a finger at his chest. “We’re gonna get caught.”

Despite your words, you walked inside, an edge of hesitance to your pace. Donghyuck, on the other hand, treated the break-in like he was going inside for a regular day of practice. He grabbed your hand again and took you to the skate rack that was next to the rink.

“W-we’re skating?” you spluttered out.

Code red. The last time you skated, you vaguely remembered your skull hitting the cold ice and then seeing stars. You also had an irrational fear of the blades slicing your flesh. While you were pretty sure that was rare and only happened to people who were really, really bad, you had a streak of terrible luck.

Fear sunk deeper in your stomach when Donghyuck turned the lights on. Now you could see the whole rink lit up, and the anticipation of having to skate felt more real. You didn’t want Donghyuck to see you looking so pathetic on your first not-date.

“No, Y/N, I’m making you clean the skates with me,” he retorted back, and even though you detected the clear sarcasm, you were almost relieved at the thought of not having to skate. But no, men always disappointed you, and Donghyuck only proved that with his growing smirk. “You look terrified. Never tried ice skating before?”

“Tried,” you confirmed. “Did not end up pretty.”

Donghyuck put down one of the ice skates he was looking at and leaned against the counter, turning his full attention to you. His smirk morphed into a smile, turning with his head as he studied you. “You’re still pretty, though.”

Your cheeks turned hot in seconds, and to distract him from your shocked expression, you pushed at his arm. “I didn’t mean it like that!” you exclaimed, trying to laugh the comment off, but it just made you more flustered.

Donghyuck’s smile only grew more endearing. No, he was endeared, and by you of all people. Suddenly, the thought of being caught breaking into the rink sounded less nerve-wracking than Lee Donghyuck flirting with you.

“Here,” he said instead, breaking the silence by handing you a pair of ice skates. “Renjun told me you guys wear the same size.”

“Renjun skates here?” you asked, gingerly taking the pair from him.

“For fun,” Donghyuck replied. “I told him he had baby feet and he tried to throw the skate at me. Jeno had to hold him back before it got ugly.”

You grimaced at the unnecessary story, but oddly enough, you liked hearing about Donghyuck's dynamic with his friends—or, your mutual friends. In retrospect, you could probably listen to Donghyuck go on about his adventures for hours, for the sake of hearing Mark’s Tales of Lee Donghyuck from the man himself.

After all, men liked talking about themselves, right? You would be giving Donghyuck what he wanted while getting yourself out of being strapped into those deathtraps on ice. Before you could suggest the idea, though, he was already dragging you to the entrance of the rink.

“Hyuck, I’m serious,” you spoke up, your voice already getting faint. “I can’t skate to save my life. In fact, put me in those things and I’ll be ending my life.”

“That’s why I’m gonna teach you,” he said confidently, sitting down to lace up his skates. “It’ll be fun!”

Right. Fun.

After a few moments of pondering, you gave into Donghyuck’s request and sat down to lace up your skates. You didn’t actually expect the skates Renjun wore to fit you perfectly, but to your surprise, they were snug around your ankles. Unfortunately, you could no longer use the boot size as an excuse to get out of this.

“Take my hand,” Donghyuck instructed, reaching out his hand to you once you were prepared to get on the ice. “Easy.”

You took his hand after a moment of hesitation and let him drag you to your feet. It was child’s play on the carpeted floor. Although not very elegant, you could just stomp on the ground to get around. Plus, with Donghyuck holding your hand, you felt more confident about keeping your leverage.

Then, you were face to face with the rink.

Children could do this, you realized. Children could skate on this with their tiny, weak bodies while keeping their balance. Children skated around and fell, but they didn’t cut themselves with the blades, nor did they hit the ground so hard that they saw stars.

No stars, you warned yourself, because the only sparks you wanted to see were between you and Donghyuck.

Donghyuck stepped onto the ice and swiveled around so he was backward, holding his hands out to you. He saw the flash of panic in your eyes and moved closer so that you could reach him easier.

“Come here,” he said. “I’ll hold you up.”

You took one step onto the ice. It was slippery, but you could stay upright well enough. You managed to get both skates on the slick surface and latch onto Donghyuck’s arms, feeling much more comfortable with the security of his hold on you.

“Marching steps, okay? And then you can start gliding,” Donghyuck instructed, grinning at your attempts at marching that looked more like waddling. “See? You’re doing great.”

You, pathetically, have never felt this alive.

With an enchanting grin on his face, Donghyuck guided you around the rink. A comfortable silence settled around you two for a while, and you eased into looking up at him instead of fixing your gaze on your skates (mostly because Donghyuck told you that you were more likely to fall if you did that).

You realized a few things: one being that Donghyuck’s smile was like pure, undulated sunlight, and the second being that you were getting far too carried away.

Donghyuck was holding back, but you were skating faster than you had ever skated before. Rather than fear, though, you felt exhilaration swell up in your chest. His encouragement was dangerous for you because you wanted to let go of his hands and skate across the stretch of the rink right now.

A bubble of a laugh rose in your throat when your marches started to turn into smooth glides. “I’m doing it!” you exclaimed.

“You’re doing amazing!” he praised with a laugh, grinning brightly at how excited you got. “You’re like, uh… Yuna Kim!”

And, because god forbid you spend time with a man without embarrassing yourself, the blades of your skates knocked into each other and you fell forward.

Donghyuck, being ever the gentleman, let go and watched you fall.

This was not very Yuna Kim of you.

“Graceful,” he remarked. “Need a hand?”

You winced in pain, but you were grateful that it didn’t go as bad as you had expected. All your limbs were intact (other than the dull ache in your knees), and you weren’t seeing double of everything.

“Yes, please,” you croaked, taking Donghyuck’s hand and gripping it tightly.

Perhaps someone should have taught you how to get back up in skates, though, because the moment you tried, your knees buckled under you and you fell down again. That familiar feeling of the back of your head hitting the ice came again, and this time, you brought Donghyuck down with you.

Donghyuck groaned, trying to keep his body weight off of you by propping himself up with his arms. “Not so graceful,” he choked out.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized profusely, trying to blink the white flashes behind your eyelids away. “I told you I’m a hazard on skates.”

You were suddenly hyper-aware of the situation you were in; being on the ground with Donghyuck on top of you, your hands on his chest, was too much for your heart. It seemed to sink in for him too because a faint flush of pink started to creep up his neck.

He rolled off of you and mumbled, “Sorry.”

Donghyuck sat facing you, watching you hoist yourself up from the ice. It was cool against your body but you felt so warm, and his gaze was only making you feel hotter. It was the way he looked at you, committing every detail to memory, that made you feel like you were on fire. Once you gathered your bearings, you mustered up the courage to look into his eyes, sitting directly across from him.

“I have to hand it to you, though,” you started, “this was a fun first date.”

Donghyuck laughed before your words sank in. Star Boy’s face brightened and his lips parted in surprise. You giggled at how thrilled he looked over your words. And, you realize, this was the kind of way you wanted to fall for someone. It was the gaze-holding, the butterflies in your stomach, the gentle touches that made you want to jump in blind.

For the first time, you realized how enticing and beautiful it was to go in unprepared. This was the rush. This was the thing about dating that was unparalleled.

“Not-date?” Donghyuck clarified.

“Date,” you corrected firmly.

“Really?” he asked, and his eyes did that thing where they crinkled at the edges because he was so happy, so infatuated. He had that dumb, dazzling smile on his face—that smile that made you feel so royally screwed because he looked so pretty, and you were pretty sure his radiance rivaled the Sun itself.

Oh, you thought, and realized this was that feeling people got when they really, really wanted to kiss someone.

So you did.

Donghyuck was surprised when your hand cupped his cheek, but even more so when your lips pressed against his. He didn’t know how to react at first, eyes fluttering shut and hands barely brushing against your knee. It took him a few seconds to register that yes, you were kissing him out of your own free will. Soon, he leaned into it, lips warm against yours.

You pulled back for air with Donghyuck’s lips chasing yours before he leaned back. Your brain turned to mush and heat rose to your cheeks when you realized what you had just done. There was absolutely no way you could go back from this. You were now probably the new chapter in Mark Lee’s Tales of Lee Donghyuck, and you didn’t trust your coworker to give your story justice.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“Wanted to do that for so long,” Donghyuck mumbled, gaze dropping to your lips before he leaned in and kissed you again.

This time, Donghyuck held your cheeks tenderly, cradling your face as he kissed you deeply. One of his hands moved to hold the back of your neck, and you were grateful that he was helping guide your movements. You returned the gesture by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him unbearably close until you no longer felt cold on the ice.

That was it. The butterflies were long gone. They left bombs in their wake and you were imploding in Star Boy’s hold. You were seeing stars once more, but these were different. These felt right.

Moreover, it was funny how you felt so safe and warm in the one place on campus that scared you the most.

Donghyuck took it slow, his lips brushing against yours with utmost sincerity as the both of you got a feel for each other. Once your movements felt more sure, Donghyuck sighed against your lips and you parted your lips to let him in. He was careful, sliding his tongue over yours with trepidation to see if you were okay with it.

Once he was sure you were on board, though, Donghyuck deepened the kiss. Hand dropping to grip your waist. Tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You were dizzied by the taste of him and how much passion he was showing you.

When you both pulled away for air, shy smiles tugged at your lips. Donghyuck reached over to tuck your hair behind your ear, but before he could, the security alarm went off in the building.

The sound made you instinctively cover your ears. You couldn’t say you were surprised, but you shot a glare in the boy’s direction for screwing up. This was probably the worst-case scenario you could’ve imagined, and it was unfolding before your eyes.

This was it. This was your ticket to jail. You were never going to get your degree.

Donghyuck, however, was calmer than any sane person would be. You were the type to buckle under pressure, but he came to life during stressful situations.

“Y/N, we’re going to run,” he said, and something about his indifferent nature told you that he wasn’t a stranger to breaking in and getting caught. “I’m gonna carry you.”

“Carry me? On skates?” you asked, raising a brow at the proposal.

“Out of the rink,” he said, “and then we’re bolting the hell out of here.”

“I told you we were gonna get caught,” you whined, shifting as Donghyuck moved to lift you up in a princess carry.

A grin spread across his face when you were in his arms. “If we don’t get caught, will you let me take you out again?”

You snickered, and the blaring from the siren seemed to drown out for a moment. You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, wrapping your arms around Donghyuck’s neck.

“Definitely,” you agreed. “Just no more of those Starbucks orders.”

“No promises there.”

“Hyuck!”

[singingunderthecurtain]

The Eve Mini Masterlist

Photo not mine, found it on google.

Author: @loeyeolty (CH.1) and @julietsoddeye (CH. 2 & 3) Setting: Canon/EXO Universe Genre: Crack | Angst | Fluff | Smut Rating: Mature Pairing(s): Park Chanyeol x Amano Hisako (OC) | Kris Wu x Amano Hisako | Kris Wu x Liu Yanmei (OC) Trigger Warning: Mature and Angsty stuff. Smut and some cursing. Total Word Count: 14,348 Status: Completed Plot: Two friends found themselves weaved together in a crazy love affair with EXO’s Park Chanyeol and Kris Wu.

1. The Eve

2. Every Door You Enter, I Will Let You In

3. Baby, You Deserve A Song

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Wheel Of Fortune

EXO Park Chanyeol x Reader + others Characters: EXO Summary:  Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Chanyeol was head over heels for you but he was 100% in denial that you liked Kyungsoo. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: CRACK FOOL. RUN IF YOURE NOT HERE FOR THAT, jealousy, bottled emotions, fluff ending, etc.

A/N: this was TOO FLUFFY tbh. i wanted to hurt myself but it turned into fluff but oh well

let’s start at the beginning

your parents were introduced by mutual friends and started talking on the phone

okay kidding that’s too far

right

so you worked at SM

and is the maknae of a seven member coed group that debut a year after BigBang and a year before SHINee

(so 2007)

which considering the fact you were younger than Sehun by a couple of months meant you debuted at 10

just roll with it cos ITZ MY VERY SPECIFIC PLOT DMMIT

wheLP

the members were all exactly one year apart and the members from eldest to youngest,, the sequence was a guy (@ 30 yrs old), a girl (29), a guy (28), a girl (27), a guy (26), a guy (25), then you (24).

I KNOW I DONT NEED THIS BUT THIS IS HOW I IMAGINED THIS PLOT IT DMMIT

ok

since you were basically a sunbae at SM even tho u were a smol child you wanted to show your support to your hoobaes

So a day before their debut as a whole group, you, along with the eldest member of your group, who was the leader, visited EXO in the dance studio and gave moral support

You were A BIG FAN and it showed

not that you were hiding it in the first place

your leader was HIGH KEY embarrassed by you, but low key thought it was kinda cute how excited you were for this song

so dUH EXO dances growl for you

anD YOU NEARLY SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST BECAUSE OF HOW PERFECT EVERYTHING WAS

Luhan’s voice

Baekhyun’s attitude

Sehun’s resting bitch face

eeeerrrrrthing

YOU WERE ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING 

literally

and Junmyeon thought you were adOrAbLE

“I think she malfunctioned,” your leader gave a face and pushed you on the shoulder to see if you were still breathing as you let out a silent scream

“CAN YOU GUYS DO IT ONE MORE TIME”

????? 

Jongin was too out of breath to fight you

but lol u know what

they did dance again for you

BECAUSE YALL HAD THE CUTEST LIL FACE AND YOU WERE LIKE 16 SO

after that your band and exo were pretty much in one group 

like hella tight 

you were bsicly conjoined twinss

You could be at an award show and your table would be abandoned because you decided to sit with exo or vice versa

HYPING EACH OTHER WAS NOT EVEN HYPE ANYMORE BECAUSE IT WAS LIKE YOU GUYS WERE RABID OR SOMETHING WTF 

!!!!CALM!!!!!DOWN!!!!

like you + your group to them:

“thtAS MY CHILd!”

“DID YOU SEE YIXING AND HIS HIPS FUCK YOU BITCH!”

“HE WAS RUDE. THAT WAS RUDE. THAT’S NOT ALLOWED”

“GET OFF THE STAGE SLUT”

“WWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP BITCH!”

“~~~that was sooooooo sOFYT”

“CHEN STFU! YOU NEED TO STOP USING THAT DAMN VOICE OF YOURS JONGDAE. THATS ILLEEEEEGAL!”

“myY HERT!”

“OPPA *cries in korean* PLESS!”

“WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY!!!!!?“

‘iN fRonT oF MY sALaD”

“PA$$ THE H01Y W4T3R”

“NO KAI. BAD KAI. STTOOOOPPPP.”

you @ baekyun

baekyun @ you

thIS IS A CHANYEOL HEADCANON BUT I LOOK AT THIS FUCKIN MORON WHO I HATE SO MUCH SOMEONE SAVE HIM FROM HIS IDIOCY

them to you + your group:

“first of all fuck, second FUCK”

“wh-- whT WHAS THAT HIP MOVEMENT. U ARE 4 YRS OLD”

“HE did t h a t.”

“NOOOOOONNNNNNNNNAAAAA ch0k3 me”

“I CANT HEAR YOU OVER U BEING SUCH A HOE”

“i cant beLIEVE THIS STADIUM IS SO QUIET” *ears are actually bleeding*

“NOt TODaY S4T4N”

“I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS”

“how does this have 300M views????? ONLY 300M I--”

“GAAAAAHHHHH WHAT WAS THAT MOVE WHT WAS IT”

“my soul has been touched”

“this is TOOOOOOOO much ma lord”

“DID YOU JUST RIP YOUR SHIRT OFF?“

“TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!”

“ASDFRTYUJM ive been shot”

ya dig

it’s not verbal abuse if they can’t hear you cause of the bass and the fact your on stage performing

but like

you guys did everything together

practiced

ate

shopped

toured

pranked

T O G E T H E R

like who else in SM mattered

SHINee who?

JK YOUWERE A SHAWOL THROUGH AND THROUGH

you reassure Minho everytime unless you wanted to die that day

YOu EVEN FANGIRLED OVER TAEMIN’s MOVE WITH MINSEOK

BUT YOU OBVI you had MORE THAN ENOUGH ROOM TO BE AN EXO-L and an elf and a cassie and a so-won and DONT FOrget a vip and a---

you get the point

ANYWAY

as you were close with everyone you had a special bond with every individual

YALL STILL TEXT WITH YA BOY KRIS

yOU WENT ON A SHOW IN CHINA WITH LUHAN

TAO LEAVES PUKE COMMENTS ON YOUR INSTA POSTS

my ot12

and as much as you say you are equally close with everyone

errbody knows that be bull the size of russia

yall caNNOT dENy that you and chanyeol have the same crack powder on your philtrums

LIKE KYUNGSOO CANNOT LIVE WHEN YOU TWO ARE TOGETHER

LET HIM LIVEEEEEE

this moment must never die

ya boy be mindin his own business then

BAM BITCH

you and chanyeol be makin D.O. cray af

rest assured he HAS thought of how he’d kill both of you

ANd that’s why chanyeol loves you

like he decided he liked you the moment you lost your breath laughing when he threw a rubber duck at Kyunggsoo’s head, making it squeak in the most demented way no one thought possible

but he knew he loved you when you helped him lighten up on one of his dark days

you had that kind of effect on people

i mean all you did was sit down with him, both of your backs leaned up against each other’s, head occasionally leaning against the other’s head or shoulder, and played some nothings on the guitar and ukulele

but that was more than enough

you were there with him

and that’s what mattered

But literally the moment he accepted his feelings for you

he began to notice something he felt 100000% dumb for not seeing before

the way you laugh when Kyungsoo says a lame-ass joke

the way you always hug him from behind

you did that with literally everyone you were close with sure, 

but Chanyeol noticed you did it with him more 

and he 3

there was also the way you were just always winding up next to Soo when he was around, like he had some sort of magnet on him

and how you just liked poking his cheeks, begging him to show his dimples

which were really faint like gurl--

chANYEOL HAD DIMPLES TOO

CHANYEOL HAS DIMPLES

why daheq did you like his close to nonexistent ones?????????

????????

okay you liked poking Lay’s dimples more

look at my boy, who i love with burning passion ANDWILL DESTROY SM FOR BECAUSE HE JUST WANTS TO BE WITH HIS BAND SM SM SM!!!!! CHINA KOREA POLITICS FK ALL YALL

and suho

and chen

anD FINE--

yeah you did poke his too

literally anyone who remotely has dimples tbh

BT WHY KYUNGSOO

ads;ajsd;lasjdkas #jelly

so chanyeol decides to ask someone about it

so he obviously goes to his wisest hyung

but the day he  wants to talk to Suho, YOU WERE ON A DATE WITH HIM

like a date but not a date date he could tell

BUT A DATE NONETHELESS AND HE WAS KINDA JELLY

so he goes to Baekhyun for some fucking reason

and he’s like “omg u like her i couLDnt FUCKING TELL FROM ALL THE HEARTS IN TH AIR”

instant regret

but like Baek did give him some advice

like 5% was advice

the other 99% was him screaming to just be a man and tell her

so chanyeol is like, “STFU.... also she likes kyungsoo so fml”

and for a hot second Baekhyun has nothing to say

BAEKHYUN HAS NOTHING TO SAY

“idek dude. this is why i flirted with her openly”

Chanyeol punched him for saying that

but he decides he’s going to tell you after like 231109 years

cos Jongdae said you don’t like Kyungsoo and that he’s sure of it

Chanyeol asked how he was sure and he was just all like

“she had a crush on Sungmin hyung before and DID NOT act like that at all.”

That made Chanyeol a lot more hopeful

So he just went for it

and asked if you wanted to get lunch

and then after eating, you guys walked back

and he just sort of blurted it out

“Joahaeyo.”

you just looked at him and chuckled, “Thank you. I like you too, Yeolie.”

bitch are you for real rn

before Chanyeol could clarify, your walking slowed, “I’ve known for a while now.”

ok

wait

w h a t

“Minseok oppa told me.”

?????????? uhm HOW DID HE KNOW

Chanyeol’s hands were waterfalls atm, “Why did he tell you?”

Your face starts burning red and chanyeol cant help but think of it as a bad sign

“I told him I liked him...”

“... and he said he can’t reciprocate because he knows you like me, and that he can’t do that to his dongsaeng.”

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah 

cool story bro

you liked someone in EXO that was NOT him

cool cool cool

I GUESS CHEN WAS RIGHT 

THANKS

wait did that mean chanyeol was this obvious

wait did that mean chanyeol ruined your chances with his hyung

wait was this why you cried that one time

WaiT WAS THIS WHY YOU HUNG AROUND KYUNGSOO

BECAUSE WHENEVER MINSEOK WAS IN THE ROOM, YOU WOULD GET KINDA STIFF AT A POINT AND KYUNGSOO MAKE A JOKE TO MAKE YOU LAUGH

WASTHIS WHY YOU TWO HUNG OUT MORE

WHY HADN’T HE NOTICED

AND IF EVERYONE ELSE DID

WHY DIDNT THEY TELL HIM

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Chanyeol frowned and called out your name, proceeding to apologize

“Wae? why are you sorry? did you tell minseok to say that to me?“

he couldn’t feel mushy and weird at what you said

“YA dont tell me youre going to be weird around me too. It’s bad enough Minseok oppa distanced himself a bit.”

Chanyeol couldn’t help but be angry, sad, protective, and annoyed all at once at what you just admitted to him

“I’ll tell him to stop.”

You pouted, “you don’t have to tell anyone anything, chanyeol.”

“yes but you don’t deserve to feel awkward around anyone.”

“yes but that was minseok oppa’s choice.”

“yes but he was only doing that because he’s my hyung and he’s dumb.”

“yes but-- 

OU KNOW WHAT WHY DONT WE ALL JUST BE AWKWARD AROUND EACH OTHER”

and so you walked forward fast and tried to ignore chanyeol

Chanyeol, with his freakishly long legs caught up with you though

he caught your arm

“What tf are you doing?“

“Ew dont talk to me its awkward. im awkward. your awkward.”

Chanyeol laughed. “yaaaaa, why do i like you?

“THAT’S WHAT IM THINKING HO”

[sweetmotherof]

Haikyuu Fics: The Classics™️

EDIT: pt 2!!

I wanted to make a post to archive what I would call “The Classics” as far as Haikyuu fanfic on ao3 goes. For anyone new to the daunting world of Haikyuu fanfiction, these works are probably the most popular, talked-about works throughout the fandom, so they are a good place to start! I haven’t read some of these, but the reason I included them is that I’ve seen so much hype around them. Comment the ones I missed, and I’m definitely going to be doing a part 2. Enjoy <3 :D

*contains nsfw fics* READ TAGS BEFORE U READ

⭑=my faves

BOKUAKA

Rules by ConesOfDunshire⭑

E, 120 k words

Accountant Akaashi. Pianist Bokuto. WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT??? This fic is seriously novel-worthy, and Bokuto having Asperger’s is a beautiful component to the story. I found that the characterization and the attention to detail the author put into the story is what made it a truly distinguishable and unique fic that allowed it to rise to the top. It is worth every kudos, comment, bookmark, and more. Highly recommend.

Behind Bricks by DeathBelle⭑

E, 60 k words, cw: prostitution, choking, and heavy content so READ THE TAGS

This darker fic follows Akaashi as he deals with his life as a prostitute, and how Bokuto comes in and is able to change it for the better. I feel sometimes that heavy topics such as the trauma from sex work are really misrepresenting in fanfiction, but the author does a great job of portraying it in a real way and not romanticizing it at all. I loved to watch love bloom for Akaashi in the cracks of his tumultuous life, because he deserves everything <333

In Another Life by LittleLuxray⭑

T, 22 k words, cw: terminal illness, hospitals, major character death

As the highest-rated Haikyuu fanfic on ao3, this work is a monument and will go down in Haikyuu history. That being said, it honestly did such a number on me that I think it deserves the hype. This hospital au revolving around Akaashi and Bokuto’s budding relationship is truly heartbreaking, to say the least. Read it at your own risk, and oh, you can find references to it under almost any Bokuaka related post.

IWAOI

Conquering the Great King by SuggestiveScribe

105 k words, E

This rollercoaster of a fic, set in a universe where Oikawa and Iwaizumi meet in a bar, is funny, profound, and awe-inspiring all in one. The relationship dynamic between the two is very cute and well-done. I highly recommend this one if you are a sucker for some good, old Iwaoi, and I also love the side pairings. Just, overall, a really nice and satisfying read.

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle by kittebasu(chanyeol)

T, 66.3k words, cw: injury, homophobia

This fic is a favorite on tik tok, from what I’ve observed. I haven’t read it yet, but when people discuss it, they always commend the writing and the non-linear narrative. I have personally not read this one yet, but I have seen people rave about this one because of the emotional impact it had on them. It seems to me that the writing and emotions on this one are its claims to fame, so definitely check it out.

Desperado by Verbrennung

M, 82k words

Talk about raved about fics, I have seen this one mentioned countless times on various platforms. This Iwaoi fic is set in a Vegas/Japan fusion setting, which immediately caught my eye. The premise of a heist fic also is probably what caught people's attention the most, because what is better than an Iwaoi heist fic (nothing. nothing is better.) I recommend this if you want a bit of a longer fic that had a tumultuous plot and a wild romance.

SAKUATSU

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle⭑

E, 91k words, cw: graphic violence, guns, ptsd, panic attacks, murder, death, injury and more so READ TAGS

Burden of Blame is THE mafia au fic of the Haikyuu ao3 universe. I love this fic soooo much. From it’s wild plot to the flawless writing, I was constantly on my feet. I definitely recommend if you want something that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Also, the enemies to lovers is CHEFS FUCKING KISS.

A Liar’s Truth by internetpistol⭑

E, 49.6k words, cw: HOMOPHOBIA!! read tags pls

Oh. My. God. I simply cannot with this fic. It turned me inside out, upside down, and threw me into the void. Please, if you have one singular brain cell, you will read this fic. This narrative about Sakusa’s life and his relationship with his sexuality is a masterpiece. I cannot recommend this one enough. You do not want to miss out on this genuine piece of art. 

Stick With You by lettersinpetals

E, 99k words

This fic follows Sakusa and Atsumu as they get stuck in the Philippines over quarantine. Honestly, if you want an enemies to lovers that really goes in depth into the trope, this is the one for you. One of my favorite things about this fic is the inclusion of the Filipino language, and I found myself reading all of the translations at the end. I would recommend this if you want a longer, feel good Sakuatsu fic. Also, lettersinpetals is a Sakuatsu classic author.

the Terminal Curiosity series by favspacetwink and moonlumie

E, total 112k words, not finished, 8 works, READ TAGS

This fic is probably the notorious BDSM fic, which I’m glad because it portrays it in a very consensual and safe way. I’m personally not into that stuff, but I still was able to enjoy it for the plot and the amazing writing. I definitely recommend it if you are looking for something with BDSM components with some focus on their relationship dynamics too. I actually did really enjoy this fic, and I think the way their relationship kind of progressed backward was really, really good. Even if BDSM isn’t your cup of tea, I still recommend checking this one out and reading the tags to see if it is something you’re willing to give a chance too, because, for me, it paid off.  

KUROKEN

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony

T, 30.9k words, cw: illness, DEATH

I have yet to read this fic. I am genuinely too afraid. Similarly to In Another Life, I constantly see people discussing to the degree in which this fic destroyed them, and honestly after In Another Life, I don’t think I could handle another one. This soulmates au has crushed so many people throughout the fandom that if you want someone to give you more detail on why it’s the saddest thing ever, you probably wouldn’t have to look very far.

Of Monsters and Men by shions_heart

M, 220k words, cw: violence, temporary character death

This longer fic follows Kuroo, Kenma, and many others through a demon hunter/buffy the vampire-style universe, with magic, drama, and much more. If you are looking for a fantasy, action-packed, beautifully written fic, this is definitely one you should check out. The romance and action combination will always be chefs kiss, superb. 

[onlymingyus]

aside from gyuhoon, who else is in your ult list? and how did your ults become your ults (you don't have to answer this for all of them if it's too long)?

also congrats on reaching the 500 milestone luvvie!! your fics are honestly some of my favorite things to read on here. luv you <3333333333333

ahh im gonna cry! im too sensitive right now! you've hit me in the feels! im so glad you enjoy my stuff.

Eee! ok so. I have 5 ults out of all of kpop but I will list 7 (though it is still TECHNICALLY 6) in order to explain one extra thing that has been on my mind. These are very much in order.

#1 Mingyu (SVT) - This bitch came in SWINGING like the tree he is. I had my eyes on Jihoon. I was like that boy is cute then I locked eyes with Gyu like you lock eyes with someone from across the room and he pouted and I was a goner. He's tall, he's strong, he's large, he's so cute, he's pouty, he's funny, he's perfect.

#1 Chanyeol (EXO) - He shares the top spot with Gyu and he was here first. This man claimed my heart the moment I got into kpop. Exo is my ult group though Seventeen sometimes gives them a very close run for their money but then I listen to angel and I'm like babies...forgive my sins. But Chanyeol, my heart, the loml. His voice, his personality, he's so funny, he's dumb. I love him.

#3 Seyoon (WOW of A.C.E) - I made eye contact with this man and his thighs and I was a goner. He is not only talented and super attractive but his personality is just one of pure gold. He is so sweet and shy. He LOVES his members and Choice so much and I just couldn't help but to fall for him so hard.

#4 Baekhyun (EXO) - I fought so hard not to fall for him this hard. His stupid personality and his talent won me over so hard that I fell head over heels. His voice lulls me into a place of comfort. His face and smile brings me so much joy. His messages and words just bring me so much comfort.

#5 Jihoon (Seventeen) - My first love in Seventeen. His is one inch taller than me and yet could crack me like a walnut. I see him and malfunction. He is SO talented that I can't even express the feelings I get when I watch videos of him performing or producing. Then when we see him in tight fitted t-shirt and pants, I lose my ever loving mind. THEN to top it all off he is shy and sweet. I can't stand it!

#6 Dami (Dreamcatcher) - First I love women. I want this woman to step on me. I want her to look me in the face and just walk to me as she steps on me. The aura she gives off is just one that screams duality. She is so confident on the stage that I want her to domme the shit out of me and then off stage she is shy and sweet and I want to cuddle with her. I would do anything for her.

things you wanna ask me or whatever i called this?

[sooibian]

So Let's Runaway - Prologue

photocreds @tuanzie​

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Fem!Reader ft. bff!Chanyeol

Genre / Themes: Fluff, mild angst, travel AU, road trip through Spain, travel buddies Chansoo!

Warnings: Themes of grief / loss, heartache, toxic relationships, strong language, i guess..

Description: An unlikely group of three comes together for the journey of a lifetime.

A/N: This fic is part of @supermwritersnet​ “Around the world in 31 days event”. Inspired by the Hindi movie Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. Uploading prematurely so as to stop obsessing over the prologue and get cracking on the travelogue which requires a tonne of research. Let me know if you’d like a tag on the upcoming chapter(s) due for upload on 19th July 2021.

Word Count: 3k *unedited*

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Doh Kyungsoo had dragged his feet up the endless flight of stairs seeking solitude...not drama.

A stranger, just one misstep away from a fatal fall, was the last thing he’d expected to find on the rooftop of Seoul’s Park Hyatt at three in the morning. He slipped the rooftop access key card (that he’d borrowed from the security guard in exchange for a 50,000 won bill) in the back pocket of his trousers while simultaneously dwelling on the depths of the rot of corruption. He had half a mind to turn away and forget that he’d just seen someone contemplating their existence on the ledge of a highrise but there was something about you that rooted him to the spot. Dressed in fine evening wear, you’d stretched your arms out like wings as you looked up at the vast expanse of midnight blue, the wind kissing your wild, waist length hair. From his standpoint, you looked oddly at peace.

Kyungsoo had never been an idealist or a victim of the white knight syndrome. He wasn’t one to delve into the ethical and philosophical conundrums for most things in life because to him it was all just a waste of time. Seeing you on the parapet filled him with neither sympathy nor worry. It was your life after all and with it you could do whatever you deemed fit as long as you weren’t inconveniencing others. Scratch that.

As long as you weren’t inconveniencing him.

But right now, unbeknownst to you, you were inconveniencing Seoul’s hottest financial broker, Doh Kyungsoo.

He wasn’t invisible to the hotel’s security cameras and being labelled suspect in an abetment to suicide investigation wasn't exactly what he was looking for after the day he’d had. Albeit inebriated and heavy-eyed, he could effectively calculate the logistics involved in pulling you off the ledge with the cacophony of the omnipresent Seoul traffic drowning out the sound of his footsteps.

Bracing himself for superficial bruises from the impact of falling to the right side of the precipice with the weight of an adult human pressing down on his 173 cm high frame, he took off his custom tailored blazer (that had been flown in from Vietnam especially for that evening) and folded it in half, making sure that the lapels touched. Some habits are hard to shake. He put the blazer on the ground as a makeshift floorcloth for the rest of his belongings. With his back facing you, he allowed himself a moment's peace as he loosened his tie, languidly rolled the sleeves of his pristine white dress shirt up to his elbows, freed himself off the Rolex Cellini on his left wrist, his Bottega Veneta fine leather wallet, and the cursed Tiffany Blue Box that he simply couldn’t bear to look at anymore and neatly placed them all on the blazer.

Letting out a deep exhale, he muttered curses under his breath before turning to your silhouette only to find it...gone.

Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowed and then immediately grew into large circles as he grappled with the shocking turn of events. An inexplicable heaviness bloomed in his chest and he felt sick to the stomach which, in a state of denial, he chalked up to the dubious mixture of spirits he’d downed not too long ago.

Before he could find his bearings and figure out what to do next, a light tap on his shoulder made him jump. His jaw went slack and his heart threatened to leap out of his chest to find you casually smiling at him. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to climb onto the very same ledge and scream into the void but he simply stood there, mouth agape, wanting to say a million things but he could hardly muster a peep.

Reading the confusion painted across his sharp, well defined features, you uttered an unsure, “Hi?”

“I thought you’d jumped,” he whispered, head tilted to the side, his compelling, bloodshot eyes locked with yours.

“Says someone who’s unusually jumpy,” you jested, but your expression immediately turned solemn when you caught the tremble in his right hand. “Are you on something?”

There came about a sudden shift in his aura. Hands on hips, he deadpanned, “Why? Are you with the cops?”

“No, don’t worry,” you let out a soft chuckle and he started scrambling for his things, “How long have you been standing here?”

Hastily stuffing everything into the pocket of his well fitted trousers, he muttered something along the lines of ‘Chaos. Just chaos everywhere!’

Leaning into his frame, you quipped, “What’s that?”

Alarmed and goggle-eyed, he snapped, “Nevermind,” and turned towards the exit.

“Hey! You seem to have forgotten something!” You called out after him upon finding his blazer on the ground, the silken sheen of it reflecting a myriad of citylights.

No answer.

“I wasn’t going to jump!” You yodelled childishly but the man was long gone.

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Seven Hours Earlier

“Natasha -” Kyungsoo huffed.

The feather light Tiffany 1873 Blue Box in his left hand had suddenly started to feel like a giant boulder weighing down on his entire being. The sparkle of the uncut diamond reflected in his misty eyes as her uncharacteristically stoic silence left him struggling for words. He searched Natasha’s face for a hint of mischief...he so desperately wished for her to crack a sly smile and pull him in for a kiss and whisper ‘Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!’ against his lips like they do in the movies, that he’d almost started to imagine it. It had to have been some sort of an ugly prank.

What reason does she have to turn me down? he wondered.

Kyungsoo breached the uncomfortable spell of silence with a desperate plea, “Say something!” the throbbing in his head intensifying by the second.

Did these three years mean nothing to you? What did I do wrong? Do you hate the ring? Is this not the kind of proposal you wished for? Is it because I left the bathroom lights on all night? Or is it because I forgot to wish your mother on her birthday? A flurry of questions spawned in Kyungsoo’s mind only to die at the tip of his tongue.

“I’m sorry, Kyungsoo, but I can’t do this. I just -” Natasha spoke finally. Gingerly shifting the weight of the box onto the ebony restaurant table, she slammed it shut as if the ring had been eyeing her lecherously.

Meeting Kyungsoo’s gaze almost defiantly, she declared, “Kyungsoo, I don’t think that I could be the kind of wife that would make you happy and I don’t think you could make me happy either.”

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Two Weeks Later

Setting your eyes on that distinct pair of Dumbo ears, you excitedly weaved through the peak hour coffee shop crowd with an Iced Americano held firmly in one hand. Slamming the beverage down on the table, you engulfed his giant frame in a back hug and squealed, “Park Chanyeol!”

His wide eyes turned into even bigger brown circles and his mouth rounded into an ‘o’ in surprise. Grinning, he got off the uncomfortably tiny coffee shop chair and wordlessly pulled you in for what was famously known in Uni as a ‘Classic Chanyeol Hug’. You didn’t know how much you missed it until you felt your worries immediately dissipate into nothingness.

He hugged you a little tighter the moment you started to pull away before taking your hands in his and stooping down to your eye level. “Shifu, my love! You’re back in Seoul?!” Chanyeol exclaimed with all the love in the world sparking in the depths of his dark eyes.

Even after all this time, it felt as if nothing had changed….you’d suddenly been whizzed into a not-so-distant ‘Gothic architecture and coffee shops’ past in which a cotton candy haired boy, dressed in a pair of freshly ironed beige chinos and a plain white tee, smiles his sweetest smile simply at the sight of you. Chanyeol always felt like home. Funnily enough, even more so at the moment.

Giving him a good natured smile, you nodded in response, albeit cringing a little on the inside. Having been President of the martial arts club back in the days, you got stuck with an ingenious moniker “Shifu” which you clearly couldn’t shake off even after half a decade since graduation. You did a double take when your gaze veered to acknowledge the person seated opposite Chanyeol who, dressed in an ivory business suit, almost blended into the background. Just the way you could spot Chanyeol’s ears from a million miles away, you could recognize those eyes anywhere and right now they were shooting daggers at you.

“OH! Hi!”

His response to your greeting was a curt nod accompanying a vague hand movement, something between a hi and a failed facepalm.

At this Chanyeol guffawed, “You two know each other?”, his keen gaze rapidly flitting between the two of you.

“Yes -”

“No -”

While gesturing you to take a seat at their table, Chanyeol slumped into his chair and pursued the conversation in a voice laced with amusement, “So which is it?”

You gave your head a little shake, signalling Chanyeol to drop the topic since his friend had made his apprehension quite evident with an unambiguous “No” when asked if he knew you. Which...wasn’t entirely untrue. Even though Chanyeol now seemed to be on the same page as you, for good measure, you deflected his question with a polite, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Absolutely not!” Chanyeol assured, deftly steering the conversation back to you, “We could actually use your advice on something but first, Shifu, look at you! How long has it been? Five years?”

“Five years!”

“Wahhh! What brings you back to Seoul?”

With a wistful smile, you answered, “Appa passed away in April...”

“Oh, I’m- I’m so sorry -” stuttered Chanyeol, immediately placing his hand on your arm and giving it a light squeeze. From the corner of your eye you noticed Chanyeol’s friend chewing on his bottom lip and listening to this exchange with rapt attention.

“No, no, it’s erm...we’re doing okay now, I guess-”

It had been two and a half months but every time you talked about it, a black hole burgeoned right in the middle of your chest, sucking you within itself and rendering you breathless. You still hadn’t picked up the art of condoling the “condoler”. What were you even supposed to say to the faultless “I’m sorry”? Who came up with condolence jargon, anyway?

“I’m sorry we haven’t been in touch - ”

“Oh, please. You know how it is after Uni, isn’t it,” you turned to Chanyeol’s friend to make him feel a little less left out, “what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” he answered in a clipped tone while mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Yah!” Chanyeol chastised him with a deathly glare before continuing with an impish smile, “He’s Doh Kyungsoo.”

“Ah! So he’s Doh Kyungsoo! I’ve heard a great deal about you!” Your enthusiasm invoked a quick cursory smile from him. Doh Kyungsoo had apparently made it his life’s mission to make this unexpected rendezvous as icky as possible, leaving you to wonder if Chanyeol had ever discussed your brief relationship with him. Ex-girlfriend meets best friend? Not an ideal scenario in any part of the world.

Chanyeol and you had gone out for a couple of weeks towards the end of freshman year until you both realized that you were much better off as friends. Despite being joined at the hip in Uni, the two of you had gone your separate ways after post-grad. While he returned to Seoul to join the family business, you’d stayed back in Milan to explore job opportunities. Messages and phone calls became few and far between and it wasn’t long before both of you had completely lost touch with each other.

And it wasn’t until you met him again that you realized how desperately you needed a friend considering everything that had been going on in your life. You selfishly wished for Kyungsoo to leave you two to catch up on all these years spent apart but clearly that was a lot to ask considering how tacitly territorial he seemed to be getting about Chanyeol.

“So what was it that you wanted to talk about?” you asked in another feeble attempt to water down the rancour.

Chanyeol’s features flared into a bashful smile but the moment he opened his mouth to speak, Kyungsoo held a hand up to him and insisted, “Allow me to spare you the blushes,” before starting to explain the situation in an uncharacteristically eager tone, “This idiot is getting married in three months -”

Boisterously thumping Chanyeol’s back, you showered him with congratulations which he accepted with a shy ‘thank you.’

Kyungsoo continued, “- and we have a road trip planned for next month. As per the pact -”

Head tilted to the side, you shot, “What pact?”

“Some stupid pact that I have no memory of - ”

“That you conveniently have no memory of!” interrupted a salty Chanyeol.

Kyungsoo grimaced. Rubbing the corner of his eye, he continued with a heavy sigh, “It was supposed to be the three of us...Chanyeol, me, and our school friend Yixing.”

“Oh, okay?”

“So Yixing fell off a tractor and broke his back -”

“Oh, my gosh!” You exclaimed.

Kyungsoo’s mouth fell open. “I wasn’t there but I’d bet my ass that’s exactly what he said at the time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Wait, wait, slow down, why- how- a tractor?”

“He quit his CEO position to become a full time….farmer,” deadpanned Kyungsoo as if it was the stupidest thing Yixing could’ve done which rubbed you up the wrong way and coloured your otherwise neutral expression.

“He basically did what Kyungsoo doesn’t have the balls to do,” quipped Chanyeol, lips stretched into a gremlin-like grin. Kyungsoo returned his jibe with a strike to his arm causing him to let out a dramatic wail thus inviting the attention of everyone around you.

But none of it deterred Kyungsoo. He continued nonchalantly as if presenting a well crafted business proposal, “Since one of us is unavailable it only makes sense to postpone the trip and that’s exactly what I’ve been asking Chanyeol to do but he just won’t listen.”

“You’re getting married in three months and you’re taking this road trip next month. Will you be left with enough time for wedding planning?” you reasoned with Chanyeol, well aware of the kind of family he belonged to and the kind of weddings these families planned.

“Mr. Park here was way too eager,” Kyungsoo butted in.

“Shut up, Kyungsoo!”

“Wahhh you must really love her ~ ,” you sang, moon-eyed.

“Clearly. He couldn’t even wait for the rest of us to finish singing the birthday song for his Eomma.”

“What?”

“Yeah! He popped the question to Aera right in the middle of it.”

“WHAT!”

“That’s a story for another day,” replied Chanyeol in an atypically calm tone, “but you’re right, Shifu, it’s not enough time and that’s why I’ve been asking this idiot to just -”

“All reservations are for three. It logistically makes more sense to reschedule,” declared Kyungsoo with a hint of finality in his tone.

It didn’t. It definitely didn’t make more sense to reschedule but as gullible as Chanyeol was, he said nothing to counter Kyungsoo’s illogical argument.

“Are you sure your friend Yixing would be okay with it, Yeollie? I’m sure you can wait for him to get better and -”

Firmly setting his jaw, Chanyeol looked you square in the eyes and stated, “It's now or never.”

Kyungsoo stole a glance at you and cleared his throat, hesitance betraying his voice when he spoke again, “Chanyeollah, you’re only getting married stop talking like you’re terminally ill.”

Chanyeol's expression softened to convey an implicit plea causing you to tweak your suggestion, “The two of you can still go? I’m sure Yixing won’t mind.”

But Chanyeol hit you with an unexpected proposal. He asked, “Do you want to come?”, in a tone that was way too serious for a road trip.

“What? No!”

“Why not? You’re here and - “

“- and Yixing’s not,” interrupted Kyungsoo.

Ignoring the sarcasm in Kyungsoo’s voice, you turned Chanyeol down gently, “No, Yeol, it’s just- it doesn’t make sense, bub.”

“Why not? We leave in a month and that’s plenty of time to get all your travel docs in order -”

“Travel docs? You mean….insurance?” You asked hesitantly.

“Yeah! Insurance...you won’t need a visa, though.”

“Visa? Yeah, obviously I won’t be needing a visa. Why would I need a visa for a road trip?”

Chanyeol slapped his forehead and wondered aloud, “Oh, shoot! We didn’t tell her, did we?”

Kyungsoo gave his head a little shake, prompting you to ask, “Tell me what?”

“It’s a road trip through uhhh northeastern Spain -”

Chanyeol’s elaborate account of the itinerary was drowned in the whirlpool of emotions that erupted within you at the mention of the country. That part of your life you had locked away in the deepest, darkest corners of your consciousness now stared you straight in the eyes, forcing you to acknowledge a reality far too jarring for your fragile state of mind. You took a sip of your long forgotten beverage to centre yourself but it didn’t take a genius to know that something was up.

Placing a hand on your head, he asked softly, “What is it, Shifu? I understand if you can’t leave Eomma alone at this point...”

“It’s not Eomma,” you took another sip of the drink to fight the lump in your throat, “Eomma is - Eomma is in Bucheon, visiting her sister. For I don’t know how long but...long.”

“Is it work?” contributed Kyungsoo.

“I quit my job,” you answered and he looked at you as if you, a total stranger, had just asked him his body count.

Chanyeol took your hand in his and reiterated, “Come, then? You need this.”

Your gaze bounced between the two men who wore the exact same expression in expectation of two entirely different answers. And whatever you chose to say next, you were sure to disappoint one of them.

Eyes unfocussed, a deafening ringing echoing in your ears, you declared softly, “I need this,” with a million unpleasant scenarios running through your head, making you sick to the stomach.

Chanyeol pulled you in for a bear hug. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and let out a deep, disappointed sigh.