#missing chanyeol hour

[oh-niceskirt]

ᴇxᴏ 엑소 'ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ꜱᴏᴅᴀ ' ᴍᴠ | ᴄʜᴀɴʏᴇᴏʟ ꜰᴏᴄᴜs

[jiwoojisoo]

Suho & Chanyeol @ SMTOWN LIVE 2025

[army-in-the-stars]

엑소(EXO)의 킬링보이스를 라이브로! - 으르렁, MAMA, 나비소녀, Cream Soda, Sing For You, 전야, 중독, Monster, 첫 눈, Power |딩고뮤직

[baekhyunsbestie]

──★ home ˙☁️ ̟ !!

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. 4.4k+ words. pussy-whipped!baekhyun x f!reader, established relationship, jealousy (baek's a bit toxic lol), dirty talk, pet names, p in v, masturbation, voyeurism if ya squint, baek's a REAL EATER iykwim

you check your phone and pout when you see your boyfriend still hasn’t replied to your message about his dinner plans for the evening.

after two grueling weeks, it’s finally baekhyun’s day off. the last few hours of radio silence from him are probably because he’s lost in his game. you understand—he deserves this downtime. after an exhausting summer of touring and prepping for a comeback, he’s earned the right to unwind however he pleases. even though you’d prefer he take a break from the screen, everyone recharges differently, and gaming is his escape.

despite your understanding, you can’t resist teasing him a little. you’re bored and craving some attention.

unlocking your phone, you send him a playful text. “wow, it’s actually insane how your fingers were working just fine last night when they were inside me, and now they can’t text me back?”

baekhyun’s love for his video games are well-known, but his affection for you runs even deeper. he thrives on your playful teasing and the way you make him work for your attention. it’s a challenge he finds irresistible.

seconds after sending the message, he’s already read it. and it’s no surprise when his call comes through.

the moment you answer, baekhyun’s voice bursts through the speaker, filled with urgency. “aaahhh, i’m so sorry, baby! i totally lost track of time and didn’t realize you asked about dinner. please, give me another hour! the guys and i are on a winning streak right now, and i can’t just leave them hanging—chanyeol will literally kill me.”

you can picture his adorable pout and those pleading brown eyes. the image of him, guilt-ridden yet endearing, makes you soften.

after arriving back in town late last night, despite being exhausted, he went straight to you. the fatigue from the long flight was no match for the pull he felt toward you. the need to see you, to be with you, was stronger than any weariness. it was well past midnight when he quietly slipped into your room, his footsteps light as he approached your bed. you were fast asleep, oblivious to his presence.

he knelt by the edge of the bed, his gaze taking in the serene sight of you. with a gentle touch, he brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face, wanting nothing to obstruct his view. the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains bathed your features in an ethereal glow. even in sleep, you were breathtaking.

his eyes traced every detail—the beauty marks on your skin, the blush on your cheeks, the way your eyelashes rested against your skin, and the slight pout of your lips that made his heart ache. your relaxed eyebrows seemed too perfect, too serene. he marveled at you, struggling to believe that someone as beautiful as you could be his.

moments like these made him fall deeper in love, leaving him in awe of the depth of his feelings. it took every ounce of his self-control to keep from showering your face with tender kisses.

he imagined how your lips would feel against his, the moment becoming even more passionate as his longing grew. his mind wandered to how your hands would pull him closer, and the heat between you would intensify with each touch.

just then, you shifted slightly in your sleep, a soft moan escaping your lips, bringing him back to reality. he wanted to freshen up from his flight before joining you in bed, where he could show you just how much he missed you and how important you are to him. he was eager to remind you of the boundless passion he had for you.

as these thoughts replay in your mind, guilt starts to gnaw at you. maybe you should let him enjoy his game a little longer. “actually,” you say, your words tumbling out, “kyungsoo messaged me a bit ago about grabbing some food and drinks. i haven’t caught up with him in a while, so maybe i could do that? i can come over to your place in a couple of hours when you’re free?”

you’re about to suggest an alternative when the sound of the game being paused reaches your ears, followed by some shuffling. before you can finish your thought, baekhyun cuts you off, his voice determined and a bit breathless. “nah, fuck that—i’m coming over right now to remind that pretty little head of yours just how good my fingers and my mouth really are.”

he knows kyungsoo’s no threat—they’ve met, and they actually get along quite well. but the idea of you spending time with another man still sparks a flash of jealousy deep within him. it’s an irrational feeling, one he can’t quite shake, even though he trusts you completely.

you’re slightly annoyed by how his jealousy makes you feel. you’ve never been the jealous type; in fact, you’ve always found the emotion quite exhausting and unnecessary in relationships. but hearing baekhyun like this, with that possessive edge to his voice—it does something to you. it makes you feel empowered, desired, and, if you’re honest, a little bit turned on. there’s something primal about the way he can’t stand the thought of losing you that stirs something deep inside, something you hadn’t realized was there.

you never expected to react this way, but the idea of baekhyun being just a little bit jealous, wanting you all to himself, awakens a thrill you can’t ignore. it’s a side of him that rarely comes out, and it only makes you want him more.

"i’ll be at yours in 10," he continues, his tone dripping with seductive authority. "i’ll take you out to your favorite spot after i make you cum a few times. does that sound good?'

oh, he’s fucking insane. ‘a few times’? you’re still sore from all the ways he took you last night. all day you've been feeling like you’re still dripping with the remnants of what seems like gallons of cum he left inside you. there’s no way he has anything left in him.

“what kind of boyfriend do you think i am?” he replies, a smile evident in his voice. “i’ve been away from my gorgeous girl for far too long. the least i can do is make sure you’re completely satisfied before we head out for dinner.”

before you can call his bluff, you scoff loudly. "yeah, yeah. put your money where your mouth is, baek."

his low chuckle sends a flush of heat to your cheeks and neck. you gulp when he says, "umm, actually, i’d rather have my mouth on something else... and now that i’m thinking about it, i am feeling kind of hungry. but probably not in the same way you are."

you’re left speechless, stunned by how quickly the playful banter turned into something so intensely sexual.

you hear a car door slam and the sound of an engine revving in the background. "wait, are you already on the way?" you glance at your phone, realizing you’ve only been on the call for two minutes.

"didn’t you just tell me to put my money where my mouth is? i’ll be seeing you soon, princess."

as much as baekhyun wanted to keep playing his game, he craved you a hundred times more. he could never get enough of you. after being in a relationship with him for a couple of years, you might have thought the sex would lose its excitement, and become less invigorating, even boring. that’s how it was in every previous relationship you’d been in.

but comparing your current love life to past experiences was a mistake. how could anyone ever measure up to him? no one has ever made love to you with the same passion or intensity as baekhyun. he stirs emotions in you that you’ve never felt before. the electric connection and the gravitational pull between you are unlike anything you’ve ever experienced until now.

baekhyun is known for his responsible nature. he’s always maintained a clean image, carefully balancing his public persona with his personal life. he has a strong sense of control, particularly when it comes to his indulgences. whether it's alcohol, late-night parties, or anything that could potentially tarnish his reputation, baekhyun manages his habits with precision. his friends and fans admire him for his discipline and his ability to remain grounded despite his celebrity status.

but with you, the usual rules don't seem to apply. you’re like a potent, irresistible drug, an intoxicating force that disrupts his usual self-control. unlike his measured approach to life, which he meticulously curates to maintain his ‘good boy’ image, your presence unleashes a side of him that craves indulgence beyond his typical boundaries.

when he’s with you, the usual moderation goes out the window. the way he desires you, the way he needs you, is all-consuming. you’ve become his ultimate temptation, a source of overwhelming pleasure that he can't resist. it’s as if you’ve unlocked a part of him that he usually keeps tightly secured—his craving for you surpasses any control he normally exerts over himself. he can't help but think that this may be unhealthy but at the same time, he can give two fucks about health when you and your body are on the table.

this desire for you is so intense that it feels like a high he can’t replicate with anything else. your touch, your voice, your scent—they’re all addictive to him. where he can easily set limits in other areas of his life, with you, he finds himself willing to push past those limits, to experience the pleasure and intensity of your connection more deeply.

just hearing your voice on the phone alone had made his dick twitch with anticipation, a physical response to the sultry promise in your tone. already, his mind was consumed by visions of the ways he’ll claim you tonight, the thought of his face buried between your thighs dancing vividly behind his closed eyelids. he could almost hear the honeyed moans that would spill from your lips, each one calling his name in desperate pleasure—music that makes him want to crank up the volume and lose himself in the symphony of your need.

the idea of you writhing beneath him, his mouth working relentlessly to make you cum repeatedly, ignites a deep hunger in him. he’s intoxicated by the thought of your taste, the way your pleasure would flood his senses, making him feel as though he’s already savoring the sweetness of it. the image of you bent over the sheets, your ass bouncing rhythmically against his pelvis as he takes you from behind, sends a jolt of raw desire through him. he’s pushed to the edge, the anticipation fueling his drive, making him eager to press the gas harder and faster, to make every moment of your pleasure as intense as the last.

he wonders if you’re already wet for him, if you’re lying there in anticipation, sprawled out on your bed. he imagines you touching yourself, your fingers gliding over your sensitive skin with the kind of urgency that drives him wild. the thought of you, alone and aroused, sends a jolt of excitement through him, igniting his imagination. he pictures the sheets beneath you, soaked and tangled, their disheveled state reminiscent of those intimate facetime calls after his shows, when you were so eager for his touch.

his heartbeat pounds against his ribcage, a steady thrum of anticipation that makes it hard to focus on anything else. his breathing grows heavy, each breath coming faster as he thinks about how you’ll be waiting for him. the image of you, lost in pleasure, is intoxicating, and he can’t help but grind his teeth, trying to suppress the growing need. his hand moves restlessly over the bulge in his sweatpants, seeking some form of relief that remains just out of reach.

glancing at the gps, he sees that there are only three minutes left before he arrives. the thought drives him to the brink of madness, knowing that just a few more moments and he’ll be able to indulge in the vivid fantasies that have been consuming him.

three more minutes.

two.

one.

within thirty seconds of parking, he’s at your front door, quickly entering the code and slipping inside. he kicks off his shoes with haste, his eyes darting around the living room and kitchen in search of you. his gaze zeroes in on your bedroom door, slightly ajar.

that’s when he hears you.

in three swift strides, he’s at your bedroom door, and in two more, he stands at the edge of your bed.

just moments ago, he was imagining this very scene on his drive over, marveling at the power of his thoughts. a smile curves on his lips as he wonders if he’s somehow manifested this moment.

his eyes lock onto your hands: your right hand nestled between your legs, your left gently caressing one of your breasts. he could lose himself in this intimate display for hours.

to baekhyun, the sight before him is pure art. you are the masterpiece, and he’s eager to explore every detail. his mouth parts slightly as he observes your fingers moving inside you, the raw, vivid imagery stirring something deep within him.

he knows that the pace you’ve set isn’t enough. you need his touch, his mouth. yet, judging by the flush spreading across his neck and ears, his ragged breathing, and the throbbing need straining against his sweatpants, it’s clear he’s the one who’s desperately craving release.

baekhyun steps closer to the edge of your bed, closing the distance between you. kneeling between your trembling legs, he dips his head, just inches away from your dripping core.

the sight of you is driving him to the brink.

"may i?" he murmurs before trailing soft, wet kisses along the inside of your right thigh, gradually moving toward your core. "i’m sorry for keeping you waiting, princess," he adds, his gaze filled with intense desire.

his eyes flutter shut as he plants another kiss right above your pubic bone. "i’ll spend these next few days showing you just how sorry I am."

the sight of him like this is driving you wild. looking down at him with your lips slightly parted, you nod, unable to hold out any longer.

you see the wicked smirk on his face as he positions his mouth above your throbbing clit, lightly brushing it with his bottom lip. the contact makes your body jolt and a soft whine escape your lips. his smile is devilish, and you know you’re in for a wild ride. "baby, i need you to use your words," he commands, his voice low and demanding.

"baekhyun, please, i can’t wait any longer. please, please, please. i need you," you cry out, your voice filled with desperation.

his cock twitches at your plea, clearly aroused by your desperation. "your wish is my command, princess," he responds, his own need evident in his tone.

baekhyun’s smile deepens, a blend of satisfaction and eager anticipation glinting in his eyes. he knows, with absolute certainty, that you’re wholly surrendered to him—mind, body, and soul. he draws nearer to your throbbing clit, his breath warm and electrifying against your sensitive skin. his tongue teases with a slow, deliberate stroke along your folds, each lick sending a shiver through you and making you gasp, arching your back in a reflexive, desperate response.

his tongue works slowly and deliberately, savoring every taste and texture. each stroke sends jolts of pleasure through your body, causing you to squirm and grip the sheets. he alternates between light, teasing touches and firmer, more insistent strokes, keeping you on the edge of anticipation.

his hands glide up your thighs, fingers gently pressing into your skin as if to anchor you in place. the sensation of his touch, combined with the delicious rhythm of his tongue, sends waves of pleasure crashing over you. you moan and writhe, your breathing coming in shallow, ragged bursts.

baekhyun’s pace quickens as he senses your mounting need. he latches onto your clit with his lips, sucking and flicking with just the right amount of pressure. his tongue dances in intricate patterns, making your body tense and shiver with every flick. the way his fingers are curled so deliciously inside you, driving you absolutely insane.

when you’re on the brink of breaking, he pulls back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. he catches his breath, his face flushed with desire, and whispers, "i want to hear you come for me, princess."

the combination of his words and his relentless touch sends you over the edge. you cry out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripple through you. your moans are a mix of relief and ecstasy, filling the room with the sound of your release.

baekhyun doesn’t stop; he continues to work you through your climax, his touch becoming more fervent as he revels in the way you respond to him. as your breathing starts to slow and your body relaxes, he finally lifts his head, his lips glistening with the evidence of his efforts.

he looks up at you with a satisfied smile, his eyes still burning with the heat of his desire. "did you enjoy that, princess?" he asks, his voice husky and full of passion.

you nod, your voice barely a whisper as you catch your breath. "yes, so so much."

he rises to his full height, his gaze never leaving yours as he undresses quickly, his need evident in the way he moves. he positions himself above you, his body pressing against yours as he prepares to take you again. with every inch of his touch, he shows you just how much he missed you and how deeply he wants you.

"we’re not done yet," he warns, a mixture of anticipation and dominance in his voice. the promise makes you both nervous for the soreness that might come but excited and hungry for him all the same.

as he enters you, you both find a rhythm that’s both urgent and deeply intimate. the room is alive with the sounds of your pleasure, each moan and gasp underscoring the intense connection you share.

baekhyun’s grip on your hips tightens as his breath becomes ragged with desire. "god, baby, you feel so fucking wet and tight around me," he rasps, his voice rough and strained. his thrusts start to grow erratic and uneven, betraying his approaching climax. despite his own mounting pleasure, he’s determined not to come before you; he’s willing to do anything to keep you on the edge.

"how do you fit me so perfectly?" he murmurs, his voice breathless as he continues to drive into you. "it’s like this pussy was made just for my dick." each word is punctuated by a deep, forceful thrust, his breath coming in heavy, labored bursts as he loses himself in the rhythm of your bodies entwined.

"right there, baek, please, i’m almost there. don’t stop, keep going," you plead, your voice trembling with need. to him, your words are like a symphony, each plea a melody that drives him further. he hits all the right spots, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, making you feel like you’re about to lose your mind.

“this pussy is mine, do you hear me?” baekhyun growls, his voice thick with desire as he bites down softly on that sensitive spot on your neck, his movements unrelenting and intense.

you nod frantically, your body teetering on the edge of climax. “yes, baek, i’m all yours.”

“say it again,” he demands, his voice low and primal.

“i’m yours. all yours. i’ll always be yours,” you whisper, breathless and needy, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and adoration for his possessive nature.

baekhyun groans deeply at your words, his mouth moving to capture the moans spilling from your lips. “that’s my princess,” his tone a commanding whisper. “now be a good girl and look me in the eyes when you cum for me.”

his raw, lewd words blend with the sound of your bodies colliding and the way the tip of his cock rubs against that sweet spot just right. the combination is overwhelming, and as you lock eyes with him, savoring the way his possessiveness makes you feel so entirely claimed, everything fades into a blinding white as you reach your climax.

he’s fucking you through your high, his voice a steady stream of praise and encouragement, telling you how perfectly you’re taking him. as he watches you unravel, he can’t ignore the thought of how unhealthy his obsession with you has become. each time he sees you like this, he feels himself sinking deeper into the addiction. but at this moment, he’s completely indifferent to the consequences. all that matters is the overwhelming, consuming need to possess you, to hear you scream his name as if it's the only salvation you crave.

he’s on the verge of losing control, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate as he nears his climax. when he finally hits his peak, he spills into you with such intensity, his cum painting your inner walls in thick, hot streams. the mingling of his release with your own sends shockwaves of raw, unadulterated pleasure through both of you. the visual of him filling you, his essence merging with your own, only amplifies the overwhelming ecstasy, each shuddering pulse of his release driving you both further into a haze so fucking intoxicating.

breathless and spent, baekhyun collapses beside you onto the disheveled bed, the sheets a tangled mess around you both. your bodies glisten with sweat, slick and intertwined, hair plastered to your necks and foreheads. he turns to you, his expression a mix of adoration and raw desire. as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, you gasp, feeling the heat of his breath mingling with yours, your bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of your intense connection. the kiss is deep and so filled with love and passion, pulling you into a whirlwind of sensation that makes you lose your breath all over again.

"i love you so much, baby," he murmurs against your lips, his voice laden with emotion. he brushes the tip of his nose with yours before speaking again. "i can't even comprehend how much i love you. i never thought loving someone with so much intensity was even possible."

you sigh into his kiss, your voice soft but heartfelt. "i love you, too, baek," you both pull apart, looking at each other with hearts in your eyes.

he gazes at you with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the primal intensity of your earlier moments. his loving look makes you feel both cherished and slightly self-conscious, your cheeks flushing with a mix of shyness and warmth. "what is it?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

"move in with me," he says, his voice gentle and vulnerable. i want us to share a home and build a life together. no more ‘my place or your place’ bullshit—i want to come home every day and find you there, waiting for me."

his words resonate deeply within you, swelling your heart with love and a rush of excitement. after a moment’s contemplation, overwhelmed by emotion, you nod, your voice steady and filled with promise. “okay, let’s do it. let’s live together.”

baekhyun’s grin stretches from ear to ear as he pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you with a possessive warmth. he presses soft, grateful kisses to the top of your head. "thank you. thank you. thank you," he repeats between each tender kiss, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

you giggle at his affection, savoring the tender moment. "but i get to choose the furniture," you tell him with a playful yet serious glint in your eye. as you look up, you interrupt his affectionate assault with a teasing smile causing him to pout. "and i want a room for all my books—a cozy reading area, like a sanctuary."

baekhyun’s eyes soften with adoration as he gazes at you, his love evident in every line of his face. "you can have everything you want, babe," he murmurs tenderly, pressing a gentle kiss to the spot between your eyes. "just as long as i get to drown in between your thighs every night."

his lewd comment sends a flush of heat through your core, intensifying the sensation as you suddenly feel his hardness pressing against you.

you flash him a mischievous smirk, unable to hide the effect his words are having on you. "already?" you tease, feeling the firm press of him against your core intensify, digging deeper with each breathless movement.

"i can’t help it," he breathes into your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he nibbles gently just above your collarbone. his hands reposition themselves, guiding his body over yours, readying himself for another round. "it’s like my dick is constantly hard for you."

just like baekhyun, your desire for him is insatiable—you’re always wanting him, always ready. that’s why you barely flinch at the sensitivity gnawing at your senses when the tip of his throbbing dick presses against your heated core. the anticipation only heightens your need, making every nerve in your body come alive.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close until your faces are mere inches apart. with a playful glint in your eyes, you tease, "our neighbors are going to hate us, aren’t they?"

baekhyun’s grin is wicked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "yes, they will," he agrees, his voice low and full of promise. before you can respond, he captures your lips in a fiery kiss, his urgency and desire palpable. the kiss is fierce and consuming, stealing your breath away as he deepens it, each movement charged with the intensity of his need.

"this is home,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice warm and soothing. his hands grip your waist, pulling you even closer, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as your bodies meld together in a passionate embrace. “you are my home.”

every kiss, every touch, shows how electric and real your connection is. it’s like the world outside doesn’t even matter—it's just you two, totally lost in this moment.

"you are my home," you repeat back to him.

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 a/n: two songs inspired me to write this!!! linked in the title hehe omg baekhyun is so 🫦 in this lol can #confirm firsthand that this is how he lays down the pipe ok (not rly but i don't think its so far fetched)

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* masterlist ° ᡣ𐭩 . 

[theboytatu]

how was smtown???

it kept raining all throughout the hours previous to the concert starting. we were handed trash bags like katrina victims but luckily it ended right before the show started 👍

the venue was half empty so they relocated almost everyone and luckily it didn't look as empty in the end. i ended up with front row view so yay for smtown flopping ❤️

tvxq and key had THE single best performances of the night. by far. like oh my god. what a show. WHAT A GOOD FUCKING SHOW

the flops of the night were nct 127 and riize. even wish and dream had better performances than them like omfg? 127 were not even trying man. i've seen them before live and this performance was painful to see. they're clearly missing taeyong. plus haechan wasn't even trying he wasn't moving. johnny and jungwoo were a fucking mess. the only ones that sort of tried were yuta and doyoung. like i'm a yuta hater and i ended up thanking him for trying to pick up the pace. maybe it was the altitude but like. they also looked pissed idk there were weird vibes all around

WAYV PERFORMED LOVE TALK AND I PASSED AWAY. sadly i couldn't really see ten that much but honestly. seeing him on the big screen was enough. by god it was enough.

shinee were superb. sadly they had no group songs but minho and key were.... glowing. when they came together to do their ment key shouted in spanish SHINEE IS FOREVER and promised the full group will come back with a world tour!!! 🥺

also lowkey the chemistry between them is. honestly kinda crazy lmfao. minho was glued to key's waist the entire time like he was ON HIM like a man who just told you he wants to go steady and blew off all his side pieces. not to be a delusional motherfucker but i think key let him hit it before the show like jesus dude

SOMEHOW ENDED UP A SUJU STAN....? these men do not play about mexico. like oh god. eunhyuk and leeteuk were insane. kyuhyun is SO loved the entire stadium went BATSHIT every time he was the focus

exo. exo. EXO. 10/10. still can't believe they're real and that i saw them with my own two eyes. chanyeol is INSANE looking live. like he is drop dead gorgeous. and GIGANTIC?

also chanyeol came up to our side of the stage. i was wearing a cherry cap and he might have seen it. i know he pointed to our area and my lizard brain is choosing to believe that means we're destined to be together. best y/n moment of the night 10/10 no notes.

their performance of git it up was also top 3 of the night. like kai added so much flavor to it. they were insane. i did cry a little bit at their mention when they said they really couldn't believe they still had fans here. jesus christ i will petrol bomb sm hq one day i swear to god

we saved ourselves from an nct dream love me right cover and i thank every god above for that. they still managed to put on a better performance than the rest of nct (sans wayv) so like. that tells you where the whole group is at.

sadly the girl groups had little time to shine imo but we got an amazing performance of bad boy and red flavor by rv. i am not an rv stan but it was great to see tbh. im happy they could come here because they have a huge fanbase too

aespa were great!! it's just that i literally saw them already two months ago so it was like yay ❤️ my girls ❤️ they used handheld mics for their performances - thank GOD they sang live this time around instead of lipsyncing... sm doesn't let them sing live for some reason and they looked really happy to be able to actually sing the fucking songs. they gave us whiplash, next level and supernova. 10/10 no notes

also their outfits being miles better than the ones they wore at their own concert stop 😭 ningning looked ETHEREAL. holy fucking shit. her hair and makeup were flawless. people literally gasped when she came on the screen.

everybody looked really happy to be there except for half of nct riize and h2h lol. i think they're obviously pretty overworked and flying here less than 24 hours before the concert was such a shit idea.... like idols were literally saying we're still jetlagged we're still tired jfksjkdkf. the altitude is no joke!! </3

overall this was an AMAZING concert. like if you're any partially an sm group stan you will really enjoy it. they played the full four hour set too. i highly recommend anyone going if they still can. sadly i am in this pink blood shit for life i cannot lie to myself. this impact is different. these idols are simply built different sorry!!!! 💖💖💖

[mybiasisexo]

Entangled - Part 11

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Language Word Count: 8.1k Author Notes: DOUBLE UPDATE BICTHESSSS!!!!! ok this is my big sorry!!! i was gonna post this earlier today but then coachella happened lol and my priorities changed, but we're back!!! tbh....im so scared to post this 😀. Its just a yap fest if im being honest, so if youre not into that....my bad. but ok yes ill stop blabbin. l adore you all pls enjoy 😩

It’s another hour before you leave the restaurant, impossibly full and content.

The ride back is silent. Most of the crew pass out as soon as you’re on the road, Seulgi being one of them. She uses your shoulder as a pillow. It doesn’t look comfortable, but she’s drooling into your clavicle, so it must be. You can’t sleep, so you quietly watch the beautiful dark scenery, ignoring the occasional prickles on your skin from being watched.

Once you’re back at the hotel, you start saying your goodbyes in front of the van. Everyone’s leaving at different times, so it makes sense to do your farewells now while you’re all present.

It’s bittersweet.

Jongdae is the first to approach you, collecting you tightly into his arms.

“Tell Eunhee I missed her this weekend, and congrats,” you tell him.

“Will do and thank you.”

He squeezes the shit out of you, making you yelp in pain. In retaliation, you smack his shoulder and he hisses, escaping to the next person before you can strike again.

You’re rolling your eyes as Jongin makes his way over, chuckling at his friends’ silly antics.

“He’s mean,” you whine.

“I know,” he coos as he hugs you. You instantly relax in his comforting arms. He really should start selling these things.

“It was good seeing you,” he says, making you sway.

“You too,” you say. “I’m sorry for getting you in this mess.”

“Don’t be.” He repeats. He tightens his arms. “It was bound to happen. I still believe it can work out.”

You smile pathetically. As if he can sense it, Jongin kisses the top of your head before separating.

“Make that runway your bitch,” you tell him. He smirks and bows in thanks.

Baekhyun quickly replaces him, pulling you into a firm hug.

“You’ve made this trip far more eventful than it needed to be,” he says in your ear.

“It wasn’t my intention,” you huff into his shirt.

He chuckles. “Look, I know things didn’t end on a good note, but I promise….” He leans back far enough to look into your eyes and says your name. “It can be. Everyone deserves a second chance. Even you, okay?”

The urge to cry hits you hard and you give him a watery smile. “Thank you, Baekhyun. For everything. I’ve gained some respect for you.”

His jutting jaw is the only acknowledgement he gives your last statement. “You don’t have to thank me. I just want my friends to be happy.”

“You’re hogging her.” You’re being yanked away from Baekhyun and he lets go without a fight, waving goodbye before heading inside the hotel.

“Do we have to say our goodbyes right now?” You ask, staring up at the best friend who you aren’t going back to a shared apartment with. “I’m going to cry.”

Sehun sighs before wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t be a baby.”

You’re already fighting tears, and the lump in your throat grows larger. “I’m really going to miss you.”

“I know,” and he sounds like he’s trying his hardest not to get choked up. “I’ll miss you more. I’ll visit Seoul soon. Most likely for Jongdae’s baby shower. I'll even bring Kyungsoo. I know you’ve been curious about him.”

You laugh through your now falling tears. “It’s not me who’s been curious about your little friend. I’m sure Seulgi will be pleased to hear she’ll finally be introduced.”

“Why do you think I’ve been stalling for so long?”

You share a laugh. “Okay. Jongdae’s baby shower isn’t that far away. I can handle that.”

“That works for you?” He asks sarcastically.

“It does. Just make sure to not leave without saying goodbye again, okay?”

He groans like you’re inconveniencing him, but whispers into your hair. “I won’t.”

Satisfied, you break the hug. Now that your arms are free, you wipe your damp face, laughing at how ridiculous you are. Sehun sucks his teeth in faux disapproval. Shaking his head, he lifts a hand in an attempt to help dry your face, but you knock it away. You’re about to tell him to screw off, but you’re interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

You turn towards the sound and startle slightly when you see Chanyeol standing a few steps away. His hands are deep in his pockets as his eyes flicker between Sehun and you. It’s then you notice just how quiet the portico has become, and check your surroundings. Only the three of you and Seulgi are left outside the hotel, everyone else retiring to their rooms. Seulgi is a few feet away, as though she was also leaving but decided to linger for a bit. When your eyes lock, she throws you a knowing grin.

“Sehun,” she calls. “Let me buy you a shot.”

Sehun seems to catch on quickly. “Oh! Can’t say no to a free drink, can I?”

His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, conveying an important message. ‘Talk to him and get your closure.’

He pats you before sauntering over to Seulgi, throwing an arm around her shoulders to drag her into the hotel.

Now alone, you give in and face Chanyeol.

There isn’t a flicker of the animosity or detachment you saw on the boardwalk the night before, and you aren’t sure if that’s a good thing or not. He’s admiring you, not with disgust or lust, just looking. The lack of emotion has you curious about what's going on in his head.

“Everyone’s said goodbye except us,” he finally says.

You lift an eyebrow. “Does last night not count?”

He frowns. “Do you want it to?”

“No, it’s not that!” You quickly correct. “It’s just that my decisions always hurt you in the end, so I understand if you never want to speak to me again.”

Your eyes water at the thought of going back to strangers with Chanyeol, of losing him again. But, you know you don’t deserve to ask him to stay. If he’s done trying with you, you’ll accept it without complaint. it’s the least you can do after the pain you’ve caused him these past couple days.

He turns away from you, as if he can’t stand to see your tears. One of his hands pats at his thigh as he squints at the beach in the distance.

“We’ve both made poor decisions.” he sighs heavily. “But yesterday was really really bad. I no longer know if there can be an ‘us’ after this. Maybe you're right. Maybe we’ve grown too far apart, and the people we are today aren’t able to love each other like we used to.”

He takes a deep breath and you brace yourself for his rejection. “It wasn’t until dinner that it really hit me, that today is our last day here. I don’t want to leave, to go back to Seoul, and continue living as I did before the wedding. I can’t. Not after seeing you again. I don’t want to leave Jeju with any regrets, and if we leave things like this, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”  

“Me too,” you admit. “I’ll regret it too. I already regret so much.”

“Do you regret us?”

“No. Never. I regret where we are now, but I’ll never regret you, Park Chanyeol.”

Your throat tightens from the confession, hating how it sounds like a farewell on your tongue.

You swear his eyes gloss over, but he hides it quickly by turning his head to look behind him. When he faces you again, his features are under control. He tilts his head in the direction he just checked. “Walk with me?”

This is it, and you know it. The last chance with Chanyeol. The inevitable talk you’d been skirting around all weekend. Now is the chance to have your closure, and Chanyeol is giving it to you. If you decline, what is left of your bridge will be burnt for good, keeping you both on opposite ends with no chance of return.

You’re relieved that he offers to walk. When you imagine this conversation, it’s always in Chanyeol’s suite, and you’re honestly not strong enough to ever go back there. The memories are too fresh, and you have zero faith in your self control when it comes to him.

So, you eagerly agree to his request and follow him as he starts walking down the sidewalk. It’s silent as he leads you away from the hotel, taking a path that heads towards the city not too far away. Chanyeol’s steps seem sure, and it makes you wonder if he has a certain place in mind.

He answers your unasked question five minutes later, when you take notice of a faint glowing in the distance. Chanyeol throws a couple nervous glances your way, and the shift in his demeanor has you alert.

You walk a few more feet before you can fully see a white gazebo on the edge of the sandy beach. Golden fairy lights dangle off the sides, making a surreal romantic atmosphere.

You stop dead in your tracks. Chanyeol halts beside you, intently watching your reaction.

“Do you remember this place?” he asks, voice thick with controlled emotion.

You do.

You climb up the steps into the gazebo. A wooden bench wraps around the walls and vines with pink flowers curl around the thin poles connecting to the rounded roof. You stop a little before the center and turn to Chanyeol who stayed back, allowing you a moment to yourself.

“This is where you proposed to me.”

The lights reflect off his round eyes, softening them. Or maybe it’s the memory you both share. A day that you will never forget.

It was your senior trip. Come to think of it, there are many similarities to the one you’re currently on. All of your college friends came to Jeju and stayed at the same hotel, thanks to Junmyeon. You were in a different suite that time, with a different roommate. For five days, the gang ran around the city, exploring and partying. Basking in the last moments you all had before fully joining the real world. Well, Jongdae, Baekhyun, Junmyeon, and Chanyeol had already graduated, but that didn’t stop them from acting like it was their last moments as well. Speaking of Chanyeol, the two of you were deeply in love by that point. You were that nauseating couple that would get lost in your own little world, gravitating around each other in your own solar system. The last day of the trip, he had talked you into having a girl’s day with Seulgi. You were hesitant, because you wanted to spend the last day with him, but he assured you that you’d have him all to yourself that night.

That was enough to have Seulgi drag you around town, taking you to get pampered with a spa and convincing you to let her buy you a dress that she was adamant you had to wear later that night. Little did you know she was in on a plan being prepared behind your back. 

When the sun was setting, you followed her to where you thought you were going to meet up with everyone else for dinner, and were confused when she dragged you to the middle of the beach. That was when you spotted the gazebo. There were pink and white balloons on the far side across the entrance. And in the center, dressed in a fancy black suit, stood Park Chanyeol.

You glared accusingly at Seulgi, who just laughed and shoved you into the gazebo. Your heart raced dangerously fast, nearly drowning out the speech Chanyeol prepared for you. It was beautiful. Chanyeol, ever the poet, poured his heart to you, tearing up as he explained his endless love and devotion.

Then he dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring from his pants. You’d later chastise him for not keeping it in its box. He held it up and it shimmered against the lights surrounding you, but it paled in comparison to the shimmering in Chanyeol’s eyes.

‘Will you continue to be the melody of my life’s song?’ He asked. ‘Will you marry me?’

You were screaming yes before he could finish his question. His smile was blinding as he slid the ring onto your finger and you pounced on him. He held you tightly, lifting you up with him as he stood, and buried his face into your neck as you both cried. You hadn’t noticed all of your friends poking around the outside of the gazebo, popping streamers and cheering as you held onto your soulmate and cried with a happiness and love you knew only a few people have genuinely felt. You were so lucky to have Park Chanyeol. You were so lucky to be loved by him….

You blink.

“That was the best day of my life,” he whispers.

“Mine too,” you admit.

You turn away, not able to handle the tenderness he carries.

He tentatively enters the gazebo, sitting on the bench near the entrance. “I stumbled across it after our… conversation last night. It felt fitting. A reminder of why we’re here.”

Indeed. This was the beginning of the end of you. It makes sense to end this trip here, to end your relationship here. If that’s what you were doing.

You wrap your arms around your stomach, holding yourself together because you’re already at your limit and know you’re about to shatter. Your back still faces Chanyeol, not ready to see the way the fairy lights warm his handsome face. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I should have told you where I was taking you. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset,” you assure. It’s not a lie, but it’s not completely true. You aren’t upset with him for bringing you here. If anything, you need to see this place. You finally turn to face him and the stark difference of how he looks now compared to the last time you saw him under this roof is startling. He wore no fancy suit, only casual khaki pants and a cream button down shirt. His hair blows gently in the breeze, longer and lighter than on that day, and his expression has lost the confidence and joy that was hard to hide then. He is now a shadow of the man that proposed to you, he is a man who has lost the one thing he thought he’d have forever. “It’s just a lot.”

He nods in agreement. “Do you want to leave?”

“No. I agree with you. This is the perfect spot. We can talk here if that’s what you want.” Again, you make sure to let him know that you’re doing this on his terms. He’s in charge here. You’ll be truthful, you’ll answer any question honestly, and you’ll let him be the one to decide how this trip ends.

“Where should we start?” he asks as you make your way over to sit beside him. You make sure to leave some space, knowing how distance can skew your train of thought around him.

“Let’s start with this,” you begin. “What do you want from this conversation?”

“I just want us to not avoid each other the next time we’re in the same room.”

“You think we can be friends?” You ask, genuinely curious of his answer.

He shrugs feebly. “If that’s all we can be. I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not in it at all.”

You’re not a fan of his answer. Earlier, you told him that you didn’t think you could ever be his friend, and you still believe that. The thought of him actually moving on one day, and having to watch him regard somebody else the way he did you has your heart squeezing in agony. Seeing him with Yerim has been difficult as it is, imagining him with someone he actually loves leaves you disturbed.

Tell him, the Baekhyun in your head urges. Tell him how you really feel.

You already tried to last night. You still have so much love for Chanyeol, but sometimes that’s simply not enough. There’s still too much left unsaid, blocking the path to a future that can possibly end with you back together. The ball that’s always been in your court has now rolled over onto his side, and you aren’t sure if he’s going to pick it up or kick it away and finally put this long game to rest.

But he deserves that choice. Chanyeol has been so strong for you. He’s given you up multiple times, has had his heart broken because of you far more times than you have by him. You owe it to him to choose what he wants for himself. As much as you’d rather part ways on good terms and continue living as you have–without him in your life–if Chanyeol still wants you in his, you’ll suck it up and be present. Because you know for a fact that if the roles were reversed, he’d do the same with no complaint.

Still hurts like a bitch though.

Not yet, you tell your inner Baekhyun, ignoring the way he rolls his eyes. You don’t need his sass right now.

“If that’s what you want,” you push through the tightening of your throat. “Then we should start off easy. How did you end up at Junmyeon’s wedding with Yerim as your date?”

He coughs a shocked laugh. “If that’s the easiest topic, we’re going to be here til the sun rises.”

You shrug a shoulder. “That’s fine with me.”

He watches you for a moment before dropping his head to look at his hands that lay limply between his parted thighs. “As soon as I got Junmyeon’s announcement, I thought of you. I knew you were going to be there, and I couldn’t shake this feeling that you were going to bring a date. The idea of seeing you being happy with your new boyfriend, while I had no one, made me sick. I began to panic, because I didn’t want to be the loser who hadn’t moved on. I wanted you to think I no longer cared. I needed a date.”

That makes you pity him a bit, and you feel bad for calling him an asshole. The intentions behind it are anything but. He was trying to protect himself, and that’s nothing to make fun of.

“And then you met Yerim.”

“And then I met Yerim.” He sinks further into the bench and your ears perk at the name. It hits you then that it’s the first time you’ve heard Chanyeol speak her name. Was he being respectful towards you by neglecting to voice the name of the ‘other’ woman in your picture? Or maybe that was his poor attempt at pretending she didn’t exist while in your presence. Intrigued, you study the way the syllables left his mouth. It’s said with contrition, and that jealous part of you that you’re surprised to still find vanishes with content.

“I don’t know if you remember,” he continues, unaware of the healing already being done to you. “But she works at the cafe near my job. If I’m being honest, I’d been going there for months and hadn’t paid her any mind. I just knew she made the best Americano I’ve ever had in my life! But, after some time, it was kind of obvious she had a little crush on me. Although I was flattered, I never pursued it because I was never interested. That didn’t stop her from being bold. She always made a point to have a conversation with me, even when they were slammed, and I guess she wore me down. Our little talks started becoming the highlights of my days, and I started paying her more attention.”

His story brings to mind a few times Yerim mentioned a cute customer to you. How wild is it that Chanyeol is the customer she’d always tell you about.

“She is funny,” you acknowledge begrudgingly. “And pretty.”

“She is,” he agrees, and you guess your jealousy hasn’t vanished after all. “But, that’s not what ultimately drew me to her.”

“What was it then?”

He avoids your gaze. “She reminded me of you.”

“Oh!” Okay, now your jealousy is officially gone.

“Yeah. Oh. The more Yerim and I talked, the more she sounded like you. Now it makes sense, because you’re close friends so you must’ve rubbed off on her. But, at the time, it really felt like I was getting a second chance. How could I not fall for her when she acted so much like you?”

Your eyebrows raise at that. You’ve never noticed your influence on Yerim, but apparently it’s strong enough to catch your ex’s attention. In a strange way, you are the reason they got together. You’re not sure how to react to the fact. Part of you is sympathetic towards them both, at the fact Chanyeol only liked Yerim because of you. But you’re also flattered and a bit proud for ruining him so much. 

Even though you think you know the answer, this conversation is all about honesty, so you have to confirm something. “Did you like her? Like that? You’ve been pretty adamant about her not being your girlfriend.”

“She wasn’t,” he’s still quick to deny. “And I didn’t. At the start I thought I did. Well, I thought I could fall for her. Maybe if we had time before the wedding to actually get to know each other outside of the cafe, I would have. But the timing was bad. She tried, she really did. But I was too distracted by what was about to happen to give her my full attention, and once I saw you, all thoughts of Yerim went out the window.”

“That’s why you kicked her out?”

“It is. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.” He backtracks, continuing his story where he left off. “The main reason for me being so adamant on bringing a date was to prove to everybody, including myself, that I was completely over you. But, the fact that I started pursuing someone because they reminded me of you should have been the first sign I wasn’t. Still, I ignored it, and when the wedding got brought up, I saw my perfect opportunity. She agreed all too easily.”

“Like fate.”

“It felt like that. Like it was too perfect. Baekhyun said it was a dumb idea. He told me I wasn’t going to get you back that way. I told him I didn’t want you back. As you can imagine, he didn’t believe me.”

“Did you even believe you?”

“I did,” he defends, slightly offended. “I thought enough time had passed, and thinking about you didn’t hurt as much as it had. Sure, I didn’t know if I was capable of ever loving someone as much as I loved you, and I had built some walls after us, but I was ready to try again. And I was going to prove it during dinner. I wanted to make you feel the same as I did. I figured we both could suffer a little, and I…I wanted to hurt you. But, even though I knew you were going to be there, I still wasn’t prepared for the shock of finally seeing you in person. All that bravado I had vanished the moment I saw you. Especially after I realized you did not, in fact, have a date.”

“Technically, I did,” you correct. “Seulgi was my date.”

“Should I have been worried about her?” he asks skeptically.

You can’t miss the opportunity to tease him. “A lot can happen in a couple years. Who knows? We could’ve been inlaws.”

His face pinches in disgust. “That’s a sick joke, Me….”

He lets the petname die on his tongue, unsure if that’s something he still wants to call you.

“I deserve that,” you mumble and attempt a reassuring smile. He takes one look at your stretched lips and immediately starts nervously nibbling on his own. You sense his internal battle, fighting the instinct to defend you while also agreeing with what you said.

The light atmosphere you created dissipates as quickly as it comes.

He clears his throat. “Anyways, that’s why I brought Yerim. I wanted to get a reaction out of you.”

“And did you get the reaction you wanted?” You ask.

“In the grand scheme of things, I guess I did. But at the moment, I didn’t think so. It felt more like it backfired on me. That whole dinner I tried to taunt you by using Yerim, but you never took the bait. You didn’t care at all. That hurt more than I’d like to admit. Especially because your presence was eating me up inside.”

“I’m a better actress than I give myself credit for if you couldn’t see how affected I was. I pretty much went through exactly what you were afraid of happening to you, with an extra brutal layer of personally knowing the date. Trust me when I say you succeeded.”

“It doesn’t feel like a victory,” he shares. “As soon as dinner was over, I realized Baekhyun was right, bringing Yerim was dumb. I was overwhelmed with all these old resurfacing feelings, and all I could think about was you. How was I going to see you again, and what would I say when I did. I made some pretty rash decisions, like kicking Yerim out of our room because I didn’t want you to think we were sleeping together, and then forgetting to have breakfast with her the next morning like I promised because I talked to you the night before. Our conversation was proof that I wasn’t alone in these old feelings, and gave me the courage to attempt to pursue you. It wasn’t a lot, and you were really drunk, but you kept giving me this look I was very familiar with, and I couldn’t deny it if I tried.”

“A look?” You question, having no idea what he’s referring to. He’s never told you about a look before.

“Yes.” He sounds tortured thinking about it. “You get this look on your face whenever you want me to lean down to kiss you. These past few days, we’d argue, you’d tell me how wrong this situation was, and then you’d stare up at me with those eyes of yours. I could never forget that expression, it’s one of my favorites. So, I’d try to oblige you, and at the last second, you’d push me away, and I’d go back to my room and yell in frustration. It was frustrating, knowing you still wanted me, even if you weren’t aware of it, all because of the way you’d look at me.”

Hell. He really can read you like a book.

“So, you ended things with her because of the way I was looking at you?” You confirm.

“I broke up with Yerim because I was leading her on,” he corrects. “But also, I can admit that I was being selfish, and she was in the way of what I truly wanted. You. I knew with her out of the picture, you’d be less…resistant.”

“What did you expect would happen?” You implore. “You’d tell me you broke things off with her and I’d come running back into your arms? Was that the plan?”

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Maybe that you’d lower your guard and stop fighting me. But, I mean, you did run back to me not long after she left….”

You narrow your eyes. “That was because of the wedding.”

“I thought we were being honest with each other?”

That shuts you up. He knows he got you there, if the smug look on his face is any indicator.

“Fine,” you relent. “I most likely wouldn’t have done that had Yerim still been here.”

He bows his head in gratitude for your honesty.

“Alright,” you drawl, fiddling with your fingers. “It’s your turn to ask me a question.”

Chanyeol inhales deeply, and you know it’s going to be a difficult one.

“Last night,” he starts, and you already dread what’s next. “You said that you couldn’t get over what happened the last time we were together.”

“I did.”

“It made me realize that I hurt you way more than I thought I did. You’d mentioned it a couple times, but I didn’t get it… not until now.”

“I may have called off the engagement,” you say. “But it was you, Chanyeol, who ultimately broke us up.”

“Is that how you see it?” He asks, a darkness creeping into his tone.

“How else am I?” You retort. “I asked to get back together and you said yes.”

“I didn’t realize….” He shook his head in denial. “I wasn’t listening.”

“I gathered,” you scoff, growing irritated. “That day I had worked up the courage to call you. It had been a year since we’d last seen each other–”

“Ten and a half months. But who’s counting?” he cuts you off to say.

“Ten and a half months,” you correct. “I felt so stupid because of that. I made such a big show of leaving you, just to beg for you back not even a year later.”

“I wouldn’t have seen it that way,” he says. “I was waiting for that call. To me, those ten and a half months felt more like years.”

“I wish I’d known that then, because I was so nervous. I feared the worst. That you would be angry at me for ending things just to come back so soon. Or worse. That you’d somehow moved on during that time, or realized that you were no longer in love with me. It was that fear that drove me to come up with a cover, an excuse to get you to come over.”

“The ring,” he realizes, jaw clenching at the grim reminder.

“Yeah,” you confirm. “I had it all planned out. I’d tell you that you needed to come over so that you could take it back, but then I’d confess and ask for another chance.”

“You could’ve just told me you missed me,” he says. “It would’ve been just as effective. Actually, more. I would’ve been there faster.”

“I couldn’t just tell you that,” you explain. “I didn’t want to come off desperate. But, I admit, using the ring was the worst thing I could’ve done. I swear I had no intention of giving it back.”

“You were very convincing in acting like it was,” he mutters. “I didn’t even have time to ask how you’d been before you were sitting it on the table. I was hoping you weren’t being serious. But as soon as I saw you, it was obvious you’d changed. It hadn’t been that long, but you were different. You didn’t want me anymore.”

“I didn’t need you anymore, Chanyeol. I still wanted you, if later that night was any indicator.”

“You couldn’t stop raving about how much better your life was now that I was no longer in it! I had to listen to you go on and on about your great new life without me, all while staring at your engagement ring. It was the first time I’d ever seen it not on your finger, and it felt like a punch to the damn gut! My heart was breaking all over again, but there was no hope to latch onto this time.”

His words are enlightening. Despite your attempts at blocking the memory, you remember that night in great detail. You remember how sweaty your palms were from the nerves, to the point you couldn’t even hold a glass of water. You remember the wave of relief that swept over you when you opened the door to see Chanyeol on the other side. You remember his expression, the conflicting emotions of love and hope, battling against reluctance and defeat. Putting the ring on the table was also due to nerves. You wanted to keep pretenses for a little longer, but the way he had zeroed in on the piece of jewelry worried you so much you began rambling.

He never took his eyes off that ring. You remember that clearly. It made you panic, and in a poor attempt to fill the silence, you started updating him on your life. You told him about the job you had just gotten that you’d been dying to get, about your hesitant plans on moving in with Seulgi, about the trips you had taken, anything to get him to react. He didn’t. By that point, you decided to get to the main reason for inviting him. You remember easing into it, telling him you had a lot of time to think about what you wanted in life, and had succeeded in your mission to find yourself. You were ready, if he was still willing. You were ready to become his wife.

He didn’t say anything. Hadn’t moved an inch.

You were positive he hadn’t blinked once during your monologue. Was he angry? Of course he was! That’s when you realized you’d made an irreversible mistake and was now living through the consequences. Maybe he didn’t want you back. Maybe you put too much faith in his love for you. Now looking back on it, you felt a lot like you do at this moment. If Chanyeol was done with you, you’d let him leave. You were going to put him first this time.

‘Chanyeol?’ you called gently. That seemed to bring him back. His eyelids fluttered and he straightened in his chair, pulling away from the ring to finally look at you. You were mesmerized by the richness of his eyes, they were prettier than you recalled, but maybe that was the unshed tears reflecting off the lights overhead. His mouth had fallen open, eyebrows lifted in a question, and you cleared your throat and forced yourself to blink, to break the intimate contact.

‘Are we good?’ You asked, voice shaking in apprehension. You were terrified of his answer, terrified of this being the end of you. Yet, you were prepared for rejection.

‘Yeah, we're good,’ he said. Not expecting that, you stared at him in shock for a moment until reality hit. He was taking you back! Instantly, you felt silly for doubting him. Of course he was taking you back. He already told you that he’d always love you. Feeling giddy with excitement, you weren’t even thinking when you reached out to him….

“I didn’t….” Chanyeol seems to also be back in that living room, reliving that dreadful day. “I couldn’t listen to you brag about your newfound happiness. It was like you were trying to hurt me. So, I stopped listening. Next thing I knew, you’re saying my name and like an idiot, I look at you. You asked me if we were good. I was confused, because you were obviously nervous, but I assumed you just wanted to leave on good terms. So, I agreed. ‘Sure, we’re good’.

….And then you kissed him.

“And then you kissed me.” His eyebrows furrow in the confusion he still feels. “And nothing else mattered after that. Not the ring, not the break up. Just you.”

Chanyeol gives you a Look of his own, and the moment turns tender.

Except all those feelings from the morning after bubbled up to the surface, and you despise the softness of his gaze. 

“That was until the morning, right?” You say bitterly. “Then I didn’t matter at all.”

“That’s not–”

“You left me!” You snap. His mouth audibly shuts at the rise of your voice. “You agreed to get back together, had sex with me, disappeared in the morning, took the ring, and blocked me on everything so that I couldn’t get ahold of you! You claim it was because you were afraid of being used, but that’s what you ended up doing! You used me, Chanyeol, and I haven’t been the same since. You destroyed me! ”

“I didn’t use you!” He pleads. “Stop looking at me like that. You told me you didn’t hate me.”

“I don’t,” you say. “I’m just trying to understand. Was it one last fuck for old times’ sake?”

“God, no! Don’t say it like that. I’ve never ‘fucked’ you. That’s not what that night meant to me.”

“Then what did it mean?” You beg for answers. “If it wasn’t your get back, if it wasn’t you confirming our relationship. What the fuck did it mean to you?”

He meets your gaze, determination igniting within him. “It meant everything to me! That kiss may have felt like the beginning to you, but for me, it was an ending. And I had something to prove. If that was going to be our last night together, I was going to give you every last piece of me. I wanted you to feel my love deep inside your bones, so that you could never forget what it felt like to be truly loved by me. I wanted to ruin you, so that any man that touched you after would pale in comparison. I wanted you to yearn for me on lonely nights, to miss me even if it was a fraction of the loss I was going to feel. I wanted you to still want me.”

Your breathing hitches at his explanation, because you’d be damned if that’s not exactly what he did. Your body awakens from his words, desperately calling for him the way it always has. You battle with the need to pull him close and have him sink into your soul. He made sure to leave his mark on you that night, to carve a hole deep within your heart that could never regrow. You’ve felt that emptiness since, carried it unknowingly. And now that you’ve been reunited, you see that he still holds that chunk with him. Chanyeol still possesses the missing piece to your heart.

The fire inside him seems to diminish once his speech is done. Now guilt slumps his shoulders and lowers his head.

“That morning….” He licks his dry lips. “It was a lapse of judgment.” You can’t help but wonder if he’s told himself this multiple times throughout the years to rationalize his decision. “Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. You have to believe me. It took everything to get out of your bed, everything to touch that ring. Everything to leave your life for good.”

“But I didn’t want you to,” you confess, on the verge of tears. 

“I know,” he whispers, eyes just as glossy as yours. “I know that now. But, at the time, it was too impossible a dream to even fathom. I had to protect my heart too, you know?”

You did. He had every right to keep his guard up, even if it was at the detriment of your own feelings. 

“And trust me when I say,” he continues. “I suffered too. I hated myself just as much as you did. I still do. Knowing that I broke you so badly…. I can’t even put into words how sorry I am. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.” He says your name. “That night was no exception.”

“You literally just said that you brought Yerim to hurt me,” you point out with a sniff.

“Right.” He winces. “But, that’s the only time, I swear!”

He reaches for your hands and you let him hold them. They’re big and warm and the contact soothes you. “Had I known…. Had I listened to you that night, I would have never left. If I knew that kiss meant so much more than a goodbye, we would’ve been married the next week. It’s my fault for not listening and for leaving without an explanation. I hurt us both that day. I’ll accept that now. I’m so fucking sorry, Mel.”

Him calling you Mel again is enough to make you finally shatter. Leaning against him, you press your forehead to his chest as sobs rack your own. He pulls you into his arms, rocking you back and forth as apologies fall from his mouth. You can hear the tears he sheds.

You both cry until you’re dried out, and as the gazebo quiets Chanyeol still holds you.

Once you’ve collected yourself, you speak through a stuffy nose. “I’m sorry too.”

Chanyeol stops swaying at the sound of your voice, so you continue. “I held a lot of animosity for what you did, but I ended up doing the same thing to you.”

“You were confused–”

“It’s no excuse. I left because I was scared, but I still hurt you.” You pull back so that you can show him your sincerity and finally own up for the things you did. “I’ve been playing with you this whole trip, because of my indecisiveness. I’ve been leading you on for days, pushing and pulling away, and you don’t deserve that. No matter our past, you don’t deserve to be treated the way I’ve been treating you.”

“Thank you,” he accepts with a sniff.

“No, thank you,” you counter. “For explaining yourself, and for giving me a chance to explain myself as well. You didn’t owe me anything after what I did to you.”

“You didn’t do anything–”

“You don’t have to protect me anymore, Chanyeol. We’re past that now, aren’t we?”

He grows contemplative at that. “After our night together, much like when you kissed me all those years ago, I assumed we were back together.” As he speaks, he dries your wet face with his hands. You close your eyes, savoring his touch just in case it’s the last. “So when you denied it at the beach, I was hurt. I didn’t understand your reluctance, and I couldn’t figure out what was so wrong with me that you kept rejecting me. It wasn’t until after our fight, when I kept pushing and pushing and yet you still didn’t want me, that I took off the rose tinted glasses and reality set in. Seeing you again, at the place where our love was at its peak, it was easy to forget all the ways we went wrong. You were back in my life, and that was the important part. In my mind, we’d figure everything else out later. Because of that, I didn’t take your feelings into consideration, and I was moving way too fast. I guess, deep down, I knew that I had fucked up and was trying to make up for it. But you weren’t ready, and let's be honest, I’m not ready either. I thought about your offer to give it some time once we’re back in Seoul to separate the past from the present. I’d like to take you up on it, if it still stands.”

You’re relieved to know he finally understands what you were trying to explain to him yesterday. That it wasn’t necessarily a no, just a not-right-now. 

“I would like that,” you admit. 

You both smile at each other, taking in the other unabashedly in your safe space. You catch him glance down at your lips and pout. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll ever not be attracted to you. Is that bad?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I think this trip is proof of how bad it can be, but I feel the same regardless.”

He lets out a sigh full of longing, and nervous about the changing atmosphere around you both, you speak. “Let’s make it a pact then. After we leave tomorrow, we’ll continue living as we had before the wedding, and after some time has passed, we’ll meet up and decide if this is something we actually want to try again, or if we should officially move on.”

“How long?” He asks.

You hum as you think of what a good enough time could be. “Jongdae’s baby shower is in four months. Do you think that’s enough time?”

His eyes take on a familiar shimmer. “I think it’s perfect.”

Chanyeol gets to his feet and pulls you up onto yours. You expect him to start walking back, but instead he pulls you deeper into the gazebo, until he’s standing in the center. 

“How did I do it again?” he mumbles before sinking onto one knee, and your heart lurches into your throat.

“Chanyeol, what are you doing?” You choke.

He holds your left hand, thumb sliding over where your engagement ring once sat. He lifts his head to gaze up at you, and the fairy lights ahead douse him in a golden hue, sparkling in the dark depths of his soul. He now fully embodies the man he was four years ago, and you have a hard time differentiating what year you're in.

Your full name falling from his lips makes you focus on the present. “The last time I was here, I proposed to you, so it’s only fitting I do it again. I’m sorry, but I don’t have a ring this time.”

“Probably for the best,” you wheeze, still overwhelmed.

“Tonight, I’m proposing a deal. That we leave here and figure our shit out, and on the day of Jongdae’s baby shower, we will come to an agreement on how we will pursue this relationship. We will decide to either date again, stay strictly platonic, or become nonexistent. Do you agree to the terms?”

“Yes.” You agree.

Chanyeol smiles largely, and pretends to put a ring on your finger before kissing it. “Then it’s a deal.”

With that, he stands up and you look at him expectantly.

“There’s that look,” he whispers before obliging your unspoken request by leaning down to kiss you.

You kiss as though it’s the last time you ever will, savoring the other and indulging in such a forbidden touch. Whenever you think Chanyeol’s about to break it, he merely tilts his head the other way to deepen it and you giggle and fall right back into your perfect rhythm. A slow warm heat builds from your core, up to your chest, to burn in your throat. Surprisingly, it’s not arousal. It’s something more grounding, more brittle. It’s affection, it’s grief.

It’s love.

The two of you pull apart eventually, staring deep into each other’s eyes as you attempt to catch your breaths.

“There,” Chanyeol says, voice gravelly and deep, as though he just woke up. “Sealed with a kiss.”

You’re smiling, and it all feels so bittersweet, you think you may also be crying again.

“I….” Chanyeol brushes your hair back. Whatever he’s about to say–and you have a suspicious feeling you might know what it is–he decides to keep to himself. Instead, he presses another kiss to your forehead and untangles himself from you. “Let’s go back. I have an early flight.”

The walk to the hotel is peacefully silent. You don’t hold hands or anything, but you’re close enough to have your arm brush his occasionally. When you’re in the elevator, you stand on opposite sides of the cart, just as you had a couple nights ago. He’s smiling at you, and it’s so sweet and boyish, you can’t help but smile back. The action makes his smile grow wider.

When you’re deposited onto your floor, he walks you to your door.

“Sorry for all the drama,” you say as you dig for your room key.

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He grins at you, nudging your shoulder with his arm.

Opening the door, you pause and turn to him. He meets your gaze expectantly.

“See you at the baby shower?” You ask anxiously.

He nods. “I’ll see you at the baby shower, Mel.”

Reassured, you head inside, closing the door quietly behind you. Your heart is pounding a million miles a second, and you take a moment to calm it down with deep breaths. It doesn’t help much. You’re too excited. You’re…hopeful. You know that whatever you decide on the day you see Chanyeol again, he’ll be on the same page. 

You finally got your closure, and are now ready for a new chapter, with or without him. And that doesn’t scare you nearly as much as it had this morning. You’ll never let him know, but Sehun was right. The talk was much needed.

You get ready for bed, and take in the room you spent some of the most stressful days in. You find you’re going to miss this place. Maybe next year you can book the same room, you think as you crawl into bed and fall into a peaceful slumber, knowing all but one of the knots in your rope have finally been untangled.

series m.list | main m.list

previous chapter | next chapter

taglist @byunparklimchoi, @notyuji @hisungovenaocare @theawesomehero7714, @kawaii–mommy, @ohsehunsgurl

[proudahgase-exol]

Sex and after sex with exo

Ot9

I'm adding Jongdae because I want to 😁

This is 18+ if your a minor please skip 😊 🔞

Tbh I don't know what I was thinking when I made this all I know I had this idea at 3:40 am 😁 I hope you like this mess 😅

Xiumin:

He will like to have sex on the bed, and he also would like to do any position but his favorite might be doggy he seems to be that kind of man. He also might like to have sex in the couch if he feels like it.

After sex: he will clean you both up with a warm towel but if you had multiple rounds he will give you a bath and make sure your comfy in some soft clothes will cuddle well making a small conversation as you fall asleep on his chest.

Suho:

He would most likely have sex on the bed or couch on the bed he will have full power but on the couch, you take control he likes it when your ride him he will have a glass of wine in one hand well the other one is on your ass. He's sometimes supper soft and sweet but when he's stressed he will take it out on you by being rough. He likes to choke you and make you beg.

After sex: He’s a big aftercare guy who will make sure you all clean up and comfortable on the bed if he was rough he will be super gentle and kiss the bruises he left will give you a glass of water and cuddle you well he plays with your hair.

Lay:

He would also like to have sex on the couch or bed, he will most likely ask you to take control because he likes it when you dominate him, he also might like to have sex in his studio when he’s not too busy or when he super horny.

After sex: he will be super soft and sweet he will ask you to keep him inside for a bit but then he will get up and clean you up then he will cuddle you to sleep.

Baekhyun:

He’s a freak so anywhere we’re he can have you bend over it will be more than okay. he loves to slap your ass and leave marks. kitchen, bathroom, bedroom couch, stairs, bed anywhere he thinks it’s good to fuck he will and he also might record it for when he’s away and he misses you.

After sex: he will be super lazy to get up and clean you both up so you will have to do it yourself so when you try to stand up you will complain about how sore you are so he will get up and clean you both up but he will be teasing the shit out of you for that.

Jongdae:

He seems to like sex anywhere too but for some reason I see him having sex on the bedroom only he will catch you off guard sometimes it’s vanilla and sometimes is rough it all depends on his mood. When he wants vanilla he will go all out some nice home cook dinner and a movie then go from there, but when he wants it rough it shows just prepare yourself for a long night.

After sex: he will be super sweet clean you up well kiss the bruises and tells you that you were so good to him will make sure you're all comfortable before he gets next to you and cuddles you he might sing you to sleep (he have such a beautiful voice I love him)

Chanyeol:

At his studio….. he would love to record you guys having sex he loves the noise you make. He might also like car sex when he’s super horny he might love it when he’s driving and you're giving him a blowjob he likes to have passionate sex but when he’s angry or stressed he will fuck your brains out and make you beg him to stop but we both know we won't till he tired.

After sex: if you had sex in the studio he will clean you up and help you get dressed then he will make his studio couch, comfy for you he will pull some blankets and pillows out so you can take a nap well he finish working. But when you're at home he will refuse to get you clean up if he was gonna screw you again in a few hours. 

Kyungsoo:

Shower sex or bedroom when he feels super romantic he will have sex on the bed but if he’s in the shower with you he will get had and just push you against the wall and fuck your right then and there he also will be into choking it turns him on.

After sex: he will ask you multiple times if you are okay or if he hurt you then he will get you clean up and cuddle you as you watch a movie or have a conversation he will rub your back softly till you both fall asleep

Kai:

For sure dance practice sex when you go and visit him he will ask you to join him and that will escalate into something more. It will be floor sex our mirror sex it all depends you also will get either Kai or Jongin one is rough and the other one is soft but both will mess you up and leave you sore.

After sex: if it was at the studio he will get you both dressed without getting cleaned up then will rush to get home to take a bath if you are lucky you might end up having bath sex but if not he will get you to bed and cuddle and will give you little kisses here and there

Sehun:

This mother fuckerlooks like he will enjoy car sex he likes the risk, and he will also like window sex he’s all about the risk of getting caught. He might also like to have sex on the living room or kitchen of the dorms. He seems to have strong stamina so a lot of sex with him he also will like it when you seat on his face he loves it.

After sex: you will take turns cleaning each other up and after he will take you to eat. If he sees you walk funny he will make fun of you and tease you then he will carry you around because he will feel bad but still proud.

[justwritedreams]

Sexual Fantasies | Chanyeol

Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au! Word count: 2752 Genre: smut Author: maari  Warnings: Mentions of alchool, me bringing back Chanyeol's iconic purple hoodie because yes that's a warning, masturbation (f), some explicit words, kinda corruption kink MDI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Note: OKAAAY SOOO i kind of wrote it in 3 hours because i really liked the idea and i can say i'm really proud of this one. YEAH BYE Request: a request for chanyeol we’re he thinks y/n is innocent and treats her like a little sister and one day he hears her masturbate and moaning his name ⫷ Exo Masterlist

"Beer for everyone." Chanyeol announced as he held the bottles out to Kai, Sehun and Kyungsoo.

Y/N smiled, stopping her conversation with Sehun who was sitting next to her, she reached out her hands to grab her bottle.

"And for you, miss." Chanyeol snatched the bottle away from Y/N's hands before she could touch it and handed her another one. "Cola."

Her smile faded instantly and the boys laughed at her surprised face.

"Are you serious?" She asked irritably and Chanyeol pursed his lips, nodding in agreement. She took the bottle reluctantly. "You forget that I'm only 4 years younger than you, right?"

"A baby, practically." Kai spoke, to piss her off even more.

"You should drink milk." Sehun joked, taking a sip of his beer.

Y/N glared at him.

"I'm not the one crying because nobody wished me a happy birthday." She replied and Kyungsoo laughed out loud, nearly spitting out his beer.

Kai and Chanyeol laughed too when they saw Sehun's face wither.

"You're not funny." He complained and she rolled her eyes, returning her attention to Chanyeol who sat on the other side of the couch.

"Why can't I drink with you guys?" she didn't want to look like a child but it was impossible not to pout.

"Because I still remember perfectly how you look when you drink." he replied and she snorted.

"It was only once."

"You wanted to throw yourself in the pool."

"It was hot!"

"You can't even swim."

"I was going to float anyway."

"Your dress was white!"

"The family quarrel will last for how long?" Kyungsoo asked sarcastically.

Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him.

She hated it when they treated her like she was a little sister. She was a friend, nothing more.

And yet, it seemed that no one took it seriously. Mainly Chanyeol.

"I hate it when you guys do that." she complained and saw Kyungsoo raise his eyebrows, slightly confused. "You treat me like I'm a child." she stared at Chanyeol who was stretching his arm on the sofa, looking at her curiously. "Mostly you!"

"That's because you're innocent, Y/N." Kai said and she looked at him instantly.

"What?!" she asked, partially shocked. Because the other part thought it was funny.

That's why she started laughing, that idea was absurd.

But seeing that they were quiet, indicated that it was serious.

When she looked at Chanyeol, he had guilt in his eyes.

She blinked a few times.

"Oh come on!"

"But that has to do with your personality, Y/N." Sehun argued. "You're always so quiet and shy."

"Remember when you accidentally fell into Baekhyun's lap? You ran to hide."

Y/N felt her cheeks burn at the memory of what had happened.

It was all Chanyeol's fault, really. She had bought a new dress, a little shorter than what she was used to wearing but she loved how it looked on her body, she got up from the sofa at Suho's house - it was his engagement party - and Chanyeol got up from where he was about to cover her exposed legs with a blanket.

However, she was annoyed that he wanted to cover her legs all the time so she tried to stop Chanyeol. It wasn't a very smart decision because he kept wrapping the blanket around her waist, it brought him closer and made her flinch every time he tried to cover her up. And that made her fall into Baekhyun's lap because she hadn't seen the boy sitting down.

"Do you need to remember this every day?" she questioned, trying not to show that she was still ashamed of that.

And the way Chanyeol was looking at her was making her even more shy.

"Admit it, Y/N, you're innocent." Sehun shrugged and she stared at him, challenged.

"You guys really don't know me."

[...]

Y/N opened the door and heard hurried footsteps running towards her, trying to balance the purchases in her hands felt something jump on her leg, she smiled before she even looked.

And then barking echoed through the room.

"Hey Zzar, calm down girl!" she laughed and closed the door with one leg. "I hope you didn't wreck your father's house."

Y/N looked around and apparently everything was intact, this made her sigh and go to the kitchen, leaving her groceries on top of the counter. After she bent down to pick the dog up, Zzar gladly accepted and started licking Y/N's face, who just laughed.

"I know, I missed you too." She hugged the dog's body. "Let's make up for lost time, your father will take time."

Chanyeol had taken Toben to the vet to get some tests done as the dog seemed quieter than usual, which was really weird considering it was only calm when Y/N was around, but Chanyeol was worried since Toben wasn't eating right too.

And since Chanyeol couldn't take care of Zzar and Toben at the same time, he had asked for help from the only person he trusted. Y/N.

She already had the keys to his house, she was social enough for Zzar not to strange her presence, she was free to cook and even take a shower at Chanyeol's house.

And it wasn't like she could deny his request.

She could never resist his wide smile.

Even if it meant leaving work, tired, and heading straight to his place after stopping by the market.

Y/N took the opportunity to cook something and while leaving it on the stove, she put food for Zzar.

After eating and washing the dishes she had messed up, Y/N turned off the lights and went straight to Chanyeol's room and threw herself on the huge comfortable bed.

She laughed when she saw that Zzar tried to do the same thing as her, but without success. Y/N was about to pick the dog up and put it on the bed when her phone vibrated.

She looked up quickly, seeing that Chanyeol had sent her an audio message.

'I'm waiting for the doctor to call, he's going to talk to me about the x-ray.' Chanyeol grunted from the other side and Y/N swallowed hard, the tired and husky tone was a little too much for her. 'Thanks again for taking care of Zzar, I hope I'll be back home soon.'

Y/N took a deep breath before answering, saying that she would always be there when he needed her and that everything would work out.

She blocked the phone screen and left it next to her body while looking at the ceiling.

She knew he wasn't only tired but worried, and so was she. Both with Toben and Chanyeol.

However… Chanyeol's voice sent shivers through Y/N's body that she didn't even know was possible.

All she wanted was to be able to be by his side, hugging him tight, feeling his strong arms wrap around her tightly.

Y/N ran her hands over her face and took a deep breath again, that crush she had on her friend was pathetic and longstanding.

But there was no stopping it, he had everything she was looking for in a man and more.

In fact, Chanyeol had set the bar too high for any guy to reach. And the fact that Y/N couldn't find anyone who could come close to what Chanyeol was… was frustrating.

Y/N looked at Zzar who was lying beside the bed and staring at Y/N.

"Your dad is a idiot, you know that?" Zzar cocked the head to the side, seeming even interested in what Y/N was saying. "If he knew what his voice does to my legs, he would never speak around me again." Zzar continued to stare at Y/N. "And the worst thing is, he can't even imagine the influence he has on me. I'm a fool, right?" Zzar raised the hind legs and wagged its tail. "Of course I am, I'm pouring my heart out to a dog."

Y/N sighed, her whole body feeling tired but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until Chanyeol arrived.

However, being stubborn, she even tried to take a nap, but she turned from side to side, even with her eyes closed, sleep didn't come.

And honestly, that outfit was bothering her. Lying down in jeans and a blouse with pearl details was hurting her, that's why she decided to strip down to her underwear and got out of bed, going to Chanyeol's wardrobe to put on one of his sweatshirts.

She touched his clothes, his perfume was impregnated in everything there, and she laughed softly when she found the famous purple sweatshirt.

It had been so long since she had seen him wear that sweatshirt, she smiled mischievously and put it on right away.

Of course, it was twice her size but it could still read the red 'Sexual fantasies' lettering.

She thought he'd thrown that sweatshirt away, but it was tucked away in the back of his wardrobe.

Y/N took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and Zzar followed after going on its way to who knows where, Y/N laughed at the thought that the dog had also gone to do her business.

After washing her hands, Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror and laughed as she remembered Sehun's words from the other day.

"Admit it, you're innocent."

Imagine what he and the guys would think to see her wearing that sweatshirt.

Like a click, a rather evil idea flashed through Y/N's head and her eyes widened as she realized what she had been thinking.

Okay, she wasn't that innocent but she wasn't a pervert either.

She left the bathroom, shaking her head as if to dismiss that thought and went back to the bedroom, expecting Zzar's company but the dog wasn't there.

Y/N threw herself on the bed again and looked back at the bedroom ceiling, trying to control her breathing but the idea wouldn't leave her head.

She didn't need to touch herself then and there just to prove to herself that she wasn't as pure as others thought she was.

But on the other hand, no one would ever know. Wearing Chanyeol's sweatshirt in his bed would be like committing a crime.

Maybe not that serious.

But it was dangerous. That's why it was so tempting.

Y/N's breathing started to get heavier as her head convinced her that this was going to be a secret that no one would ever suspect, she brought her thumbnail to her mouth as she pondered practically giving in to temptation.

And she only needed one thing to convince herself, remembering Chanyeol's audio.

His growl had activated something in her, her most intimate and secret fantasies. The most sexual.

Her heart was pounding and she kept her eyes closed as she imagined Chanyeol growling like that in her ear, and then kissing every inch of her neck while his firm and large hands touched her body shamelessly.

How sweet the low moans he would let out, and the dirty words he would speak so close to her ear.

Just imagining it, she shivered all over, her body temperature rose and she felt a certain discomfort in her lower abdomen as well as a fire that rose from her legs to the middle of them.

Y/N took her hand to her panties but figured it was Chanyeol's fingers slowly teasing her.

Now, she needed to finish what she started and she had enough imagination for that.

She was too lost in her own fantasy to hear the front door close, Chanyeol arrived with Toben on his lap.

The poor dog was doped with medicine that would help with the stomach problem it was having, at least he was sure that the little animal was getting better. Chanyeol hated seeing Toben so quiet, it was even weird.

Chanyeol looked for Y/N with his eyes but he didn't find her there so he took the opportunity to take Toben to its bed, after petting the pet's fur, he started looking for Y/N around the house.

She wasn't in the kitchen, he found Zzar sleeping next to the couch but Y/N wasn't there so he just thought she was in his room.

And he wasn't going to complain because he knew how much she liked his bed, and he wasn't planning on going there either because he wanted to curl up on the couch and go to sleep.

However, he didn't even sit on the sofa because he heard a muffled groan. Frowning, he stayed silent to make sure he wasn't delusional and he was sure when he heard it again coming from his room.

Curious, he made his way towards the bedroom in slow, silent steps. Was Y/N having nightmares or…

"Chanyeol." He stopped where he was when he heard the moan now louder and it had nothing to do with dreams, he knew that moan well but not coming from Y/N. That was why his eyes were wide. "Please, faster."

He felt the blood rush through his veins and pool in two places: his ears, which should have been red, and well…his cock.

The sound was low but still erotic. Something he never thought he'd hear from Y/N, it was so sensual that even going against his morals his feet carried him towards the bedroom door.

He swallowed hard and clenched his hands into fists when he had the privileged view of Y/N lying on his bed, with her panties pushed to the side while her fingers entered and left her quickly.

He smirked when he saw that she was wearing his purple sweatshirt.

Naughty, was all he thought.

Chanyeol wasn't even breathing, he wanted to be able to capture every sound Y/N made, be it the pained moans that came out of her mouth or the sound of her fingers desperately touching her intimacy.

"Chanyeol, I wanna cum. Please."

Heavens, he could never have imagined her saying that, but now that he had heard it, he felt every part of his body become electrified.

Y/N panted and arched as her fingers circled her clit, eyes closed as the most pornographic sounds came out he was sure she was close.

Chanyeol felt his pants get tighter and tighter as he got excited to see the scene.

"Fuck, more. Oh my God." and then he saw her squirm and her mouth open in a perfect O as a loud, drawn-out moan echoed through the house. As she moaned his name.

He felt every hair on his body stand on end and it took a lot of self-control not to bring his hand to the erection that was now apparent.

Y/N took a deep breath as spasms followed the orgasm, and Chanyeol felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy all wet and shiny as Y/N removed her fingers to adjust her panties back into place.

He would have laughed at Y/N's shocked face when she turned her head and saw him standing in the open doorway, if he wasn't completely aroused and ready to do something crazy.

Y/N's mouth opened a few times but no sound came out, it didn't even sound like she was the one moaning seconds ago, and she blinked more than usual. She was speechless.

That's why he took the opportunity to enter the room, being watched by her, and go to the bed, kneeling on the mattress without taking his eyes off her.

Y/N felt her eyes flicker as Chanyeol bent down so that his face was closer to hers, both of their breaths were panting and Y/N didn't even move.

"You're a very bad girl, you know that?" he whispered, bringing a hand to her thigh and Y/N sighed. "And do you know what happens to bad girls?" she shook her head and Chanyeol lightly slapped her skin, making her moan in surprise. "They are punished."

"Please." she asked and he ran his hand over her sodden panties up to the sweatshirt she was wearing.

"Pretty conducive, don't you think?" he referred to the phrase and she bit her bottom lip.

"I was hoping it wasn't just fantasy." She replied quietly and Chanyeol brought his face more close to hers, their noses touching.

"Don't worry, tonight won't be."

[lunaflowers]

falling (chanyeol x reader)

pairing: step brother!chanyeol x reader word count: 2.8k+ genre: smut, angst warnings: slightly dom!chanyeol, slightly bratty!reader, pseudo incest, cowgirl position, dirty talk, some degradation, name-calling, hickeys, breeding kink, lots of angst synopsis: you've fallen in love with the one person you can't have author's note: this ended up being completely different than what it was meant to be but i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. unedited.

It was your first time visiting home since you’d moved out months ago to go to grad school. You’d missed the place. You were looking forward to sleeping in your childhood bed and eating your mom’s cooking and playing with your baby half-sister, Mimi. You were even looking forward to your step dad's diatribes on politics and the future of the country. The one thing you weren’t looking forward to was–

“Hey YN,” Chanyeol, your step brother, opened the door with a small smile on his face. He was currently serving in the military and had a couple days off to be at home. Chanyeol’s father had married your mother when the both of you were 16. He and his father had moved into the house you and your mother shared and although it was initially an adjustment, you were happy to see your mother so happy after such a long time. You’d never known your own father, being the product of a one-night stand during your mother’s younger, wilder years, and your stepfather seemed to balance out her somewhat flighty personality.

“Hey Chanyeol,” you said, a little uneasily. The only issue was your super hot, tall, stepbrother. As soon as you met Chanyeol the first time, you felt an immediate attraction to him. And he obviously felt the same as within a few weeks of him moving in all those years ago, the two of you had ended up in bed together, losing your virginities to each other.

As time went on, you and Chanyeol began having sex whenever your parents were out. Every single time you swore it would be the last time, but try as you might, you couldn’t resist him. It wasn’t just sex. Chanyeol was funny and sweet and jovial and just so much fun to be around. You didn’t understand how you were expected not to fall for him.

He pulled your luggage from your hand without asking and began to carry it to your room. You followed him, “Where’s my mom? And your dad?” The house was quiet, not bustling with activity the way it usually was with a toddler buzzing around.

“They took Mimi to her dentist appointment,” Chanyeol replied, putting your bag down beside your bed. Mimi was the sister that you and Chanyeol shared, a cherub-faced two-year-old who was excessively doted on by both her mother and her father. It was sweet, like they were both desperate to do the parenting thing right this time now that they had a partner to do it with. “They just left so they probably won’t be home for an hour or two.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the feeling in your gut. “Well, that’s a shame. I’ll just wait for them then, I guess.” You were being awkward, which wasn’t like you. But you felt awkward and you didn’t really know how to hide it. Spending time alone with Chanyeol was dangerous. You were your weakest self when you were with him.

“YN,” Chanyeol said suddenly, grabbing your hand. You froze, looking into his eyes for the first time since you got home. “Come on. Shouldn’t we talk?” He rubbed the back of your palm with his thumb, a familiar gesture. It was enough to make you feel slightly flustered.

“Chanyeol…” you let out shakily, “There isn’t really anything to talk about, is there? It’s wrong.” You tried to end it last time you saw him. Really end it. You figured that now that you were going off to school, putting considerable distance between the two of you, maybe it would stick. But it still didn’t seem to do so for him.

Chanyeol’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it?” He pulled you in closer, moving his hand so that it was gripping your wrist now.

“Don’t do that. You know it is. Don’t start trying to justify it just because you’re horny and–”

“No. Don’t fucking demean it like that. I love you. I’m in love with you. We’re in love with each other.”

“Shut up!” you said shrilly, terrified that someone would hear even though you knew that the two of you were alone in the house. “It doesn’t matter what you say or what you feel because it’s wrong.” You emphasised the last word as though Chanyeol were a simpleton and you were losing your patience with him. “You’re my brother.”

“Step brother. We’re not related by blood. Besides, it’s what you feel too,” he shot back, pulling you in even closer now and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You couldn’t help it. You put your hands on his chest. He just felt so solid and familiar and yours. He was your weakness and you’d never been particularly good at resisting temptation but you knew you needed to try.

“Loey, please,” you looked at him, tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is. I said last time that it couldn’t happen again. It’s not right.”

“You say that every time,” Chanyeol said, ignoring your pleas. He forced a kiss onto your lips and just like that, it was as though a switch had been flipped in you. You melted into him, kissing him back. It was so fucking easy for him to make you surrender to him and you would’ve been ashamed if you weren’t so overwhelmed with desire. 

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist automatically, keeping your lips attached to his, tasting his familiar taste. The want for each other was palpable. You wanted this as much as he did and you both knew it.

Chanyeol put you down on your bed and got on top of you, moving down as he kissed and bit your neck. You didn’t stop him. You wanted to be marked by him. You’d figure out how to cover up the hickies later but right now all you wanted was to be owned by him, to be filled with him, to be fucked senseless on his cock.

You let him pull your top up over your head and expertly unsnap your bra. He pulled it off, throwing it to the ground and then grabbed your breasts with both of his hands and buried his face in them. He began squeezing and kissing them, biting them, taking your nipples between his teeth. Chanyeol loved your breasts. They were easily his favourite part of your body and he was like a kid in a candy store anytime he got his hands on them.

“Loey, let’s make it quick, huh?” you smiled, biting your lip. Even though Chanyeol had said your parents wouldn’t be back for a while, you were still slightly nervous.

“Sorry, you’ve just got perfect tits,” he said breathlessly. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you replied, teasingly. You knew Chanyeol was popular with women and that he slept around. It wasn’t like the two of you were together in any real sense of the word so you couldn’t really be upset about it. And he’d never been in any sort of serious relationship as far as you knew. 

“I don’t,” he said, more seriously than you’d anticipated. He pulled his own shirt off, reaching behind his neck and removing it the way guys did. He then unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down your legs, taking your panties along with them. He stuck a large hand between your legs and began rubbing your clit. “What do you want?”

“I wanna ride you,” you said, fully naked now.

He smiled, “Good. I need to see those tits bounce.” You rolled your eyes as pulled his sweatpants and boxers off, laying down flat on his back.

“You really need to work on your dirty talk, you know?”

“Don’t need to be good at dirty talk with a cock like this,” Chanyeol said, stroking it a few times, hard already. Chanyeol did have a great cock. Well, he had a great everything but his cock was particularly nice, as far as they go. It was proportional to the rest of him, which meant big.

“Yeah, yeah,” you replied, mockingly. You got on top of him and grabbed it, lowering yourself on to his length, moaning wantonly as you did so.

“I missed your pussy,” Chanyeol said, looking at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Yeah? You’ve been thinking about it?”

“I have,” he said, thrusting up into you. He grabbed your hips, pushing you down onto him and grinding up into you. “Have you been thinking about me?”

You stuttered a little, “N– Not at all,” you lied and Chanyeol smirked.

“Brat,” Chanyeol said, giving your ass a squeeze with both hands, making you let out a little squeal. You bent down to lock his lips in a kiss, a rough, sloppy one. He bit your bottom lip and tugged it before letting go. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You straightened up again and smiled, bouncing on his cock with your dripping wet cunt.. He eyed your jiggling breasts and let out a little growl. His cock throbbed as you continued to ride him gently, building up more intensity with each passing second. He watched his length disappearing inside you over and over again.

“God, your cock feels good, Chanyeol,” you moaned, throwing your head back. It really did. It sounded cheesy, almost comical even, but no man fit you quite like Chanyeol did. You felt waves of pleasure building up in your core.

“Fuck yeah it does. Ride me just like that,” he responded, thrusting up into you faster. You were meeting each other’s rhythm and you whimpered being hit in all the right spots.

No one knew your body like your step brother did, as fucked up as that was to say. You’d slept with a handful of other men and none of them had ever made you feel even close to what Chanyeol could. He took turns squeezing and smacking your ass. He wanted to leave marks behind, you knew that, a handprint or a bruise he could tease you about later. You quickened your pace, feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm and Chanyeol did as well.

“Only I can get you like this, hmm? Coming apart on my cock like a dirty whore?” he said, speeding up even more. It was like he was so in tune with you that he could read your mind sometimes.

“Only you, Chanyeol,” you mewled and he looked at you with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“You’re so pretty like this… I’m gonna cum in this tight little pussy… Knock you up. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Chanyeol, fill me up. I want you to do whatever you like,” you said, knowing you were on birth control and the chances of you actually getting pregnant were minimal, but the breeding thing seemed to be a favourite of his so you always indulged it.

“And then with your belly round and your tits leaking milk, everyone will know,” he said, his voice low, “that you’re a dirty whore who seduced her step brother by acting like a slut.”

“I’m not a slut,” you protested meekly.

“Yes, you are,” he replied, punctuating it with a particularly hard thrust. “You’re the worst kind of slut. You’re a slut for your step brother’s cock.”

Shame filled you but so did arousal. You knew that the sinfulness of this was part of why it was so pleasurable, so thrilling. The fact that you had to keep this a dirty little secret between the two of you heightened every single feeling.

“I’m going to cum, Ch–,” you began but your orgasm interrupted you in the middle of your sentence, making you throw your head back and moan. This was enough for Chanyeol who followed soon after, thrusting quickly a few times before he came inside you with a groan. You felt his seed inside of you and you couldn’t deny there was a tiny part of you that wished he would get you pregnant so you could be marked by him in the most permanent way.

You lay in each other’s arms on your single bed with Chanyeol’s large body taking up most of it whilst coming down from your respective orgasms.

“It could work, you know? We could make it work,” he said. He didn’t have to elaborate, you knew exactly what he was talking about. You’d had this discussion many times before and it always ended the same.

“We can’t,” you said simply. “You know we can’t.”

“We could move somewhere far away. Another country even. It would be like starting fresh. We’d have no ties to anyone. No one would even have to know.”

You sighed. Chanyeol always got like this after sex. He’d always propose some far-fetched plan where your relationship could work and you always had to talk him down, to disappoint him. You hated doing it every time.

“I can’t abandon my mom. Or Mimi. Would you be able to leave all your friends and family?”

“For you, yeah,” he said and it felt like he’d reached into your chest and squeezed your heart in his hand. You didn’t expect him to say that, especially so nonchalantly. 

“Please,” you said, a little desperately, “Let’s just enjoy this… these stolen moments. I know it’s not ideal but it’s all we’re meant to have,” you said, trying to sound reasonable even though it was tearing you apart inside to do so. 

Chanyeol said nothing, tensing her jaw for a second before relaxing it again, “Yeah. It’s just not enough anymore.”

“Are you mad?” you asked, carefully. 

“No. But I need to tell you something.”

“Tell me what? You’re not pregnant, are you?” you joked, trying to add some levity to a situation that was feeling increasingly tense.

“I met a woman,” Chanyeol said. “She’s great. I like her a lot. She’s not you, but…” He trailed off.

He what? You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your throat felt tight. 

“But what?” you asked, not wanting to know but also needing to know. You were frightened of what you were going to hear and you almost thought he was joking until he continued.

“The relationship is getting serious. I can see myself with her in the future. I won’t say I love her, not yet anyway, but…” He cleared his throat. “If you really mean it, if you’re really serious about not wanting to be with me… I’m gonna make things official with her. Introduce her to the family and everything.”

“Oh,” was all you said. It was all you could say. Your heart was breaking in real time and you were trying not to cry. It was wrong of you to be upset, selfish even, but you couldn’t help it. Unwittingly, you’d always thought of Chanyeol as yours, even when you were ending things with him over and over again.

“So I guess I wanted to say it’s now or never. It’s up to you,” he said solemnly.

The choice weighed heavily on you. You couldn’t imagine never having Chanyeol again. The stolen kisses and glances. Sneaking out to the car to fuck in secret. The road trips that you’d taken together, the only times you two could play the normal couple you wanted to be. It would all be gone just like that?

Not to mention the fact that you hated the idea of him with another woman, touching her, making love to her, being in love with her. Simply put, it was soul crushing.

But then you thought of your mother, who’d worked so hard to raise you despite the difficulties of being a young, single mom. And your friends. And school and work and the life that you had here. And sweet little Mimi, the sister you and Chanyeol shared who looked at you like you hung the moon. How could you leave all of them behind? It would be horrible and selfish and you’d miss them terribly. It was impossible.

“I can’t, Loey. I’m sorry. I love you. I do love you. But I can’t. You should… continue things with this girl,” you said with a tone of finality. It was truly over now, your love story, you knew that.

Chanyeol said nothing, his face stony. He sat up and pulled his clothes on quickly, getting up and walking out of your room without looking at you. Saying you were devastated would have been an understatement. You were broken.

You got up and went to your bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping inside without even waiting for it to warm up. The water hit your body and you finally broke down in tears. You knew you’d made the right decision, but right now the pain was almost unbearable. You cried and cried, sitting on the floor of the shower until you felt like you were out of tears. You were grieving the loss of the only man you ever loved and you didn’t know when you’d ever be okay again.

☆*: .｡. o💔o .｡.:*☆

[kaisooooooooo]

In 18 hours, I get to go through these doors to see Kai, Chanyeol, and Suho at SMTown LA. We stumbled across rehearsal just now, and even though we missed most of Suho because we were scrambling to park the car, we got to watch Chanyeol and Kai through the gate. My brain isn't functioning right now. I just watched Kai perform "Wait on Me" and only about five other people were watching as well. I think my brain, heart, and lungs are permanently damaged because I don't seem to be functioning.

[lovetaroandtaemin]

Kinktober 2024

Day 24: Face Sitting

Kim Jongin x Reader Word Count: 1,267 THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!! Warnings: Oral (f recieving), soft dom!reader x sub!Kai, mentioned alcohol, a little bit of dom!Kai at the end, a little bit of dry humping implied round 2. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know! Does a really cliche plot need a warning?? A/N: If you would like to be added to my Kinktober taglist, you can send an ask, send a dm, or comment on any of my Kinktober-related posts with the username that you'd like tagged. Happy reading!

Taglist: @unlikelysublimekryptonite

Fic is under the cut.

You felt terrible for admitting it, but you loved having quiet nights at home when Jongin went out with his friends. He’d gone to his friend Chanyeol’s bachelor party a couple of hours before. Ever the homebody, you planned to use the surprise alone time to work on some creative projects that you’d been neglecting. Since he’d left, you’d been sitting on your couch, crocheting a bag for your best friend, and watching one of the worst movies you’d ever seen. You didn’t even remember the movie’s title. All you knew was that the acting was questionable at best, the story made no sense, and the sets looked like they cost $5 combined to make.

When you were almost done back panel for your friend’s bag, your phone rang. It was a welcome distraction since you were starting to get bored. You saw who was calling, however, and your heart started racing. Jongin never called you when he went out unless something went wrong, and you felt your mind go wild with possible scenarios as his name flashed across your screen.

Your mind immediately quieted when you heard Jongin laughing without a care in the world. He continued talking to his friends like he hadn’t just called you, and that was when you realized that he’d butt-dialed you. You were about to hang up, you really were, but then you heard Chanyeol say, “Come on, dude. There has to be something you haven’t told her you wanna try out.”

“There’s nothing,” Jongin responded, sounding slightly annoyed.

“What about all the stuff you told me when you were drunk?” Baekhyun asked with a teasing tone to his voice.

“You swore you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Jongin said.

“What is it?” Jongdae asked.

Jongin mumbled something you couldn’t hear. Then, Chanyeol told him to speak up, and he said, “I wanna ask her to sit on my face.” After your boyfriend’s confession, you heard laughter from Jongdae. Then you heard a slap, and Jongdae groaned in pain. That was when you chose to hang up.

Jongin’s admission gave you a lot of ideas. It had been a while since you tried anything new in the bedroom, and you figured that it was about time for that to change. So, you made plans to go lingerie shopping in the morning to surprise him when he came home from work. When he saw you looking sexy, you would tell him about what you heard and hopefully things would progress from there.

Shopping for lingerie went better than you were expecting it to. Typically, when you went shopping for that sort of thing, you never really found anything that you liked. Now, it was amazing how quickly you found a set that you loved. It was a lavender set of bra and panties, with a detailed pattern of small purple flowers covering both pieces. You knew that you would feel sexy wearing it, and you knew that Jongin would go crazy when he saw you wearing it.

When Jongin came home from work, he was not expecting you to be sitting on the couch in your new lingerie. He wasn’t complaining, of course. He loved how you looked in it, just like you knew that he would. As he moved closer to you, he asked, “What’s all this, baby?”

“Just a little surprise for you. Do you like it?”

“I love it, but what’s the occasion?”

“There’s no occasion. I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, I love it, baby. And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You looked like you wanted to say something else, but you hesitated. Jongin noticed and asked, “What’s up, baby?”

“Well, you butt-dialed me last night, and I heard you tell the guys that you wanted to try something with me.” Jongin blushed bright red at your words, remembering his confession the night before, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Then, you quickly added, “I bought these to surprise you because I wanted to ask if you would be willing to try it tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. That sounds great,” he stuttered out, “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive, baby.”

You gently led Jongin to your bedroom and instructed him to lie down on your bed. He did as he was told, and you removed the lingerie you were wearing at an agonizingly slow pace. He whined softly at your teasing, and you had to admit that you thought it was adorable. Typically, Jongin was the one in charge in the bedroom, no questions asked. As the two of you prepared to try something new, however, he had left that power firmly in your hands, and you loved it.

You carefully climbed into bed, placing your thighs on either side of Jongin’s face before gently lowering yourself. The moment he tasted your pussy, you were all he could think about. It took every ounce of self-control that he could muster, but he started out slowly, gently licking your clit.

You moaned as you felt Jongin’s mouth on you, but you still wanted more. You softly said, “More, baby. Please,” and that was all it took for his self-control to go out the window. He held your thighs so tightly you were sure there would be marks in the morning as he continued to eat you out.

Almost immediately, you found yourself getting so lost in pleasure you could hardly think straight. Jongin didn’t seem to be faring much better, since he couldn’t think about anything but how you tasted. As he savored you, you couldn’t help but think that he sounded like he was the one that had your mouth on him instead of the other way around. It was cute to see him so drunk on you, honestly.

“Fuck! Feels so good, baby. Just like that,” you moaned as you started to slowly rock your hips back and forth. Jongin felt like he was in heaven as you moved your pussy against his mouth, and he made a mental note to ask you to do this more often. In order for you to do that, though, you needed to get through this time. And Jongin was determined to give you as much pleasure as possible before it ended.

It didn’t take long at all before you felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten. You hastily warned Jongin that you were close, and he gripped your thighs tighter as he started gently sucking on your clit again. Seconds after your warning, you came undone on his tongue with a drawn-out moan. Your boyfriend moaned louder as he drank up your release, and for a moment you wondered if he came in his pants.

After you caught your breath, you carefully got off of the bed. When you saw Jongin’s fucked-out facial expression, you couldn’t help but think about the fact that your prior activities had been entirely focused on you and want to fix that. He saw the way you stared at his pants as you had the realization, and that combined with the ache between his legs gave him the same realization.

Before you could really process what was happening, you were pinned to your bed, and Jongin was rubbing his clothed cock against your pussy. You moaned at the contact, still sensitive from your previous release. Despite the sensitivity, you still wanted Jongin, and it was obvious that he wanted you. Sure, you would definitely be tired in the morning, but that didn’t matter. Even though he’d just made you cum with his tongue, you couldn’t wait to cum around his cock.

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to see what else I've written so far and the rest of what's planned, you can find my Kinktober masterlist here. If you'd like to read one of my non-Kinktober works, you can find my general masterlist here. If you'd like to see what I'm going to be working on once Kinktober is over, you can find my upcoming works here. If none of that interests you, or there's something specific you'd like to see, send a request via asks or dms!

Thank you again for reading, happy spooky season!

[jongbross]

Hello ❤️‍🔥 Who do you believe would focus on a relationship a lot and who would neglect their partner to focus on career more? (Unfortunetly, it is what it is :()

this is so crazy, i was actually thinking about this but like, about myself. i was thinking about what i'm willing to put on the top of my priorities list and stuff. 🤨 anywaysss...

minseok: he's balanced, i think. minseok seems to me like the type of person to pay more attention to work when it's needed, and then more attention to his partner when it's needed, so no one and nothing could be neglected. the person should be understandable when he has to spend more hours/days away than he would like to (cause honestly if they don't, then they might not be the right one for him).

junmyeon: he's very work oriented, but maybe it's just because he hasn't met the right one yet? i can't see junmyeon stopping, but i can see him slowing down to focus on his family. at some point, i do think his partner/family would be his top priority, but he could never, ever leave his career and his eris behind him.

yixing: absolutely work oriented, i'm sorry. even if he loves his partner to death and wants to have a family with them, i don't think yixing would put his work aside. he seeks wealth and he wants to be the greatest artist he can be, and that's his main goal, that's it. tbh i can only see one thing making yixing slow down/stop and it's his health, and i hate to say it because i love him so much and i worry so much about him and how he overworks himself :( but yeah, his career is his partner for life, sorry to break it to you.

baekhyun: this is a tough one, tbh. he breathes work too and that can be a problem to some people i guess. i think he is or at least tries to be as balanced as minseok, but also doesn't plan to stop like junmyeon. at some point, especially if his partner gets pregnant, he would be all about them and slow down a bit - but then he would miss the hectic life of being a singer, a dancer, a ceo, and would go straight back to business. probably would have both career and partner/family as priorities, side by side.

jongdae: family oriented, and i'm not saying this only because he's already a father. i see jongdae as someone who cares so, so deeply for people, and that just got stronger as he got his own family. he plans to be an idol for a very, very long time - but he might stop at some point, though.

chanyeol: work oriented, but willing to drop some of it if he meets the right person. would never stop totally though, i can't imagine him not doing something, even if it's just producing and composing.

kyungsoo: kinda trick, i guess. at the moment he's very career oriented, he has a goal and i don't think he will stop until he accomplishes it. however, i can see him dropping a few of his activities if it means he could spend some more time with the ones he loves, especially if we're talking about partners and kids. will always be in the business somehow though.

jongin: the most balanced one, believe it or not. he's very workaholic, but he's also the definition of a family guy. can balance both things really well, so he would never make his partner feel like they're being neglected somehow. work and family will always be jongin's top priorities, side by side, no matter what (but tends to lean in the family side if he truly needs to choose it).

sehun: family oriented, he loves his job but nothing is as important as the people he loves. sehun doesn't want to (at least not now), but he won't hesitate to disappear from the public eye for a bit if he needs to prioritize his family or his partner. he's just so so loyal, i love him :(

[badbf-cb]

We’re Back…

“Like hell I’m just going to sit around and let you handle it,” Minji sneered at Jaebeom across the table. Her usual sweet and comforting voice dripped with malice. She threw a crumpled note to her friend and leaned on his desk. “You didn’t handle it then! I can’t this happen again. Not with her.”

Tag Minzy- Youre it.

Im coming for what’s mine -HJ

Jaebeom couldn’t be upset with her. For months she had been getting letters from Hanjae, her living nightmare. JB held his hand to steady Wonho from approaching the angry woman. “I get you’re mad but Min… You have to let me do this. I know he’s working with Choi now. He reached out to my father. We just need-”

Her frustrated cry cut off the older man. “Need to what? He humiliated you last time! Your brother got shot! Hongjoong almost lost his eye! Fuck, Jaebeom- Taeyong almost died on the kitchen table.” She pointed an accusatory finger at each man in the room. “Did you forget what happened to Lisa?” Her eyes searched the room but felt relief knowing her young friend wasn’t around for this meeting.

“ENOUGH!” JB’s voice boomed through the room. Everyone but Minji took a step back and recoiled. “Everyone out, except you, Dr. Gong.” One by one they all left the two alone.

Even after an hour of being locked up alone and Changkyun’s best efforts to listen at the door… No one knew what happened behind the door. All they can agree on is a few windows rattled when Mingi left the office, slamming the door behind her.

Minji signed a note and folded it quickly before tucking inside Yoona’s little back pack. “Ok, baby. Be good for Auntie Em ok? I promise I’ll see you soon.” She stole a kiss from the little girl as Chanyeol carried her off. Having purposely let the girl skip nap time, Minji knew that she would be sleeping before she arrived. “Bye baby,” she whispered, swiping her tears away.

One down… two to go. With Yoona away, she needed to get the others out of the house. She knew that she couldn’t keep Lisa out of this but at least Mina and Sunmi could be sent out… with a little persuasion.

“I’m not playing doctor with anyone,” Sunmi protested as she looked through the ‘care package’ Mina held. “I don’t care how cute they are!”

Mina laughed and pulled her friend from the house. “Stop! I know you missed him. Maybe he missed us… or you.” She swung the bag to her friend and grabbed the tray of cookies and brownies, making sure to grab the one marked ‘For Jake’. “Min, are you sure you can’t come?”

“No, sorry,” Minji kept the answer short. “They’ve been through a lot and just need an extra hand. Since Lisa has to go… just make sure Kyun is ok while she’s gone. Tell the boys I send my love.” She kissed her friend on the cheek and sent them on their way.

“What do you mean he isn’t here?” Jaebeom asked looking for Chanyeol. “Where is he?” He didn’t need to ask more when he saw the satisfied look Minji had on her face. “Seriously? You did this didn’t you?” His question only answered with a shrug.

“Is this going to take long? I have more important things to do,” Lisa whined and grabbed Jungkook as she walked from the house and tothe third of the four identical waiting cars.

Wonho sighed heavily as he tried to usher Changkyun out. “Your dad doesn’t pay me to babysit you. Get the fuck out of here,” he barked at the middle sibling. The second car waiting for them.

To everyone’s surprise, Hanse and Gyu were the most cooperative pair. It was almost unsettling. The last car designated for them.

“I’ll be waiting. We need to make this as smooth as possible. I can’t miss this,” Hongjoong warns JB. He kisses Minji on the cheek and leans against the first car patiently.

JB looked around the oddly empty house and faced Minji. “You don’t trust me? Touché. Taeyong will be here soon… you can’t stop that. Hyunjin will stay with you until we get back since you won’t listen to me.”

“I’m counting on it. I just need to see where his loyalty lies. Good luck JB,” Minji hugs him tightly. “It’s been an honor knowing you as a friend and boss.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing Minji… Just be careful. You’re playing with fire and we both know this isn’t going to end well,” JB said from the door. He wasn’t able to look back at his friend.

Minji stood outside with Hyunjin and watched the four cars leave with her friends. She looked up and down the street for the pair of lights that brought Taeyong with them. “Game on,” she whispered as the crumpled note fell from her hands.

[kjmcotton]

What we did in the library | Pcy

Park Chanyeol x fem!reader

College!AU

Enemies to lovers!AU

Plot:you and your academic rival,the hot and smart Park Chanyeol,meet at the library by accident,but none of you could’ve predicted what happened

Warnings:smut,dom!Chanyeol,daddy kink,nicknames,unprotected sex (don’t do this at home!!),18+

Masterlist

Tumblr works with reposts:if you enjoyed my story please repost and leave a feedback! Help me growing!♡

“I craved you so much that I ended up hating you”

Term time,also known as the period in which students lock themselves in their dormitories and spend nights studying. Literature,latin,metric,composition:your brain was jumping from a notion to another,all at once,while walking to the library. You did not have a single second to take a break from studying and revising,not that you wanted to. You were behind on your studies for your standards,and you hated it since you had semester finals.

With a fast movement of your hand you opened the door of the library and walked towards the so called “oldie”,the former area of the building in which no one used to study anymore. Your colleagues loved the new wing more:it was fresh and brighter.

You sat at your usual spot,putting your books and pens on the table before analysing the passage from Apuleius’ Metamorphosis that you were preparing for your latin test.

You loved the “oldie”:silence used to rule there,and the smell of aged books relaxed your mind,helping you focusing.

Nothing could go wrong there,you thought,it was a kind of safe place for you;so you didn’t expect to meet there the last person you wanted to see.

That one who,out of all the students of your well known college,gave you hives:Park Chanyeol. But there he was.

He opened the door and stood on the entrance in all his cocky magnificence and nauseous overconfidence. His eyes immediately set on you and a smirk of amusement appeared on his lips.

“Y/l/n,what a surprise” he talked

You glared at him:“I’d call it misfortune more than surprise”

The tall boy laughed “Never missing a chance to get on my nerves I see”

“Never missing a chance to get on mine”

“That’s how things work I guess” he shrugged his shoulders and sat a few tables away from you.

You shook your head and went back to studying,pretending that the boy wasn’t there;which worked for a while,but then,after one or two hours,you realised that his eyes were fixed on you.

Chanyeol’s expression was different,odd you would say:he seemed lost in his thoughts as he kept spinning a pen in between his fingers.

You tried to ignore him,but it was hard,so at a certain point you just called him out:

“Take a picture,it will last longer” you spat out the first thing that crossed your mind,making the brunette smile in amusement

“I didn’t even see you,I was repeating the lesson mentally. You’re not that relevant” he jerked

“You didn’t think the same when I got higher grades than yours during last session”

“I did the same the session before. Don’t brag too much little thing”

A soar expression appeared on your face,but you decided to not give in anymore

“I have no time to waste with you”

“Me neither princess”

A tsk escaped your lips as you went back to reading your textbook,but,suddenly,you couldn’t focus.

“…little thing…”

“…princess…”

His raspy voice was suddenly echoing in your head,making your stomach tingle while thinking at those nicknames he had given you earlier. What was going on? Why couldn’t you get him out of your mind?

You hissed nervously,gaining Chanyeol’s attention once again

“What’s up princess? Is Apuleius too hard to study for your bright mind?” he teased you,his chin resting on his hand while the pen was spinning again in between the fingers of his left hand.

You looked at the object moving,licked your lips,and then glared at the boy:

“You wish,but as always it’s just your presence getting on my nerves”

Chanyeol smiled and stood up,abandoning his spot to walk towards you. Your body stiffened,but the brunette didn’t care and just sat on your table,moving your books aside. A pencil fell,followed by a few highlighters.

“Am I only getting on your nerves or am I working you up?” his fingers grabbed your chin,pulling you closer. Then,his eyes chained with yours and he bit his bottom lip,staring at you with such a deep glare that seemed he was investigating your soul.

You didn’t know how to react:you went blank for a second. You felt lost in his dark pupils,and the warmth of his breath took you off,but then you backed up,pushing Chanyeol away.

“Stop distracting me” you mumbled

“Distracting you?”

“Yeah”

“Little thing,if only you knew how much distracting you’re to me”

At those words your heart skipped a bit and your lower belly tingled:it was that damn raspy voice;but…why was that idiot suddenly acting in such a way? You were both engaged and confused.

Chanyeol saw your lashes flutter and your face flush as he got closer,brushing the skin of your cheek with his soft lips. You gripped the cloth of your plaid skirt.

“I know you like it” he whispered

“How-how you do?” your voice was trembling and low,even Chanyeol could barely hear it

“If you didn’t,you would’ve already left. But you want it too,don’t you,little thing? his fingers caressed your cheek. You could feel the coldness of his rings sending shivers along your back.

You didn’t answer,you just looked at Chanyeol with deer eyes. It was accidental,but he got turned on.

“Don’t look at me like that” his breath was slowly getting shorter

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to eat you” he said and with that his lips collided with yours.

You startled,you would’ve never imagined that something like whatever was going could happen with Park Chanyeol:there had always been such a strong rivalry between the two of you that you never actually thought about being intimate with him,but…you liked it so,why would you stop?

Chanyeol cupped your face with his big hands,brushing his thumb against your skin:it was his way of telling you to stay calm,he had gotten you.

The fingers nervously holding onto your skirt moved to his thighs,going up to his waist until they grabbed the cloth of his black vest.

You closed your eyes and relaxed into the kiss,feeling your body heating up anytime Chanyeol added more passion;until his hand slipped on the back of your head and the gentle kiss turned into a mess of moans.

The boy’s lips moved to the angle of your mouth,then to your chin,until they reached your neck;he left a few wet kisses,but then,as you pushed him closer to your skin,he started sucking and biting.

One,two,three times:suddenly you had hickeys all over your neck. You moaned again,panting while feeling Chanyeol smiling

“You want me so bad” he whispered to your hear,his hands slid on your hips,holding them tightly. It sent you over the clouds.

“But you want me too…” you trembled while pronouncing those words:if you had never had any problem in biting back when talking to Chanyeol,suddenly you felt unable to do it. You were completely overwhelmed by desire.

“I do babygirl,you can’t even imagine” his hands started unbuttoning your blouse,which immediately fell on the ground.

The boy looked at you with lusty eyes, then he took his shirt off as well and lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders,caressing his soft skin with your fingers,before finding yourself sitting on the table with Chanyeol’s waist in between your legs.

You looked at him,he looked at you,and started kissing you again,more roughly this stime:

“You’re so damn pretty” he whispered,biting the lobe of your ear. You could feel the bulge in his trousers:he was completely turned on,and so you were.

Chanyeol’s fingers drew a line along your legs,until they reached your thighs where they slightly squeezed your flash while following their way to your underwear. Chanyeol made the joint of your panties snap a little before touching the cloth covering your entrance.

“You’re already so wet” he smirked,brushing the knuckle of his index up and down,teasing you.

You suffocated a moan,resting your forehead against Chanyeol’s

“I can’t anymore” your voice was so small as you tried to close your thighs,but you couldn’t;all you could do was stroking them against the boy’s hips.

Chanyeol’s hand gently grabbed your face,his thumb resting on you lips while his eyes filled with desire were staring at your flushed face.

“Look at you,all undone for me-he bit his lip-you’re such a turn on. So pretty” and said so he moved your panties aside,sliding his fingers inside you.

A loud whine escaped your mouth before your mind was completely blown by how the boy was pleasing you so well. You threw you head back,holding onto the boy’s shoulders,before he pushed your back against the table in order to tower you.

Your hair all spread on the surface while your moans filled the air,making Chanyeol more and more horny. He wanted to fuck you so bad that he couldn’t hold on anymore.

“Good girl,don’t stop,I wanna hear you” he whispered in your hear,his raspy voice was back at it,but you could now feel how impatient he had become.

“Yeol,fuck me” you whined,eyes shut while his fingers were still moving inside you,hitting the right spot

“What’s the magic word,babygirl?”

“Please. Please fuck me” you repeated,your breath stuck in your throat

“I will babygirl. Your daddy will fuck you so well”

Another moan escaped your mouth before you reached your climax. You breathed out for a second,watching Chanyeol unzipping his trousers.

He grabbed you by the hips,sliding your body closer;he kissed your lips one more time,then,finally,he gave you what you were asking for.

He started thrusting inside you,his head thrown back in pleasure while a moan after another escaped his mouth:what a nice sound to your hears.

“Look at you,taking me so well. Good girl” he panted

“Please. I-I want more,daddy”

“Fuck” Chanyeol’s thrusts became rougher. It hurt at the beginning,but soon all you could feel was pleasure.

The boy left a few more hickeys on your shoulders and collarbone before his movements got sloppier.

He was close and so were you. You moaned again,followed by the boy who reached his climax a few seconds before you.

“Oh God…” your whole body was burning,while Chanyeol was panting.

He looked at you from above,sliding a hand between his messy hair before holding onto the table and rest his head on your shoulder

“I craved you so much that I ended up hating you” he whispered,kissing your soft skin one more time.

[loeyshine]

Vetoed

Epoch book

•*⁀➷pairing: chanyeol x fem reader

Theme: high school lovers, young in love, strict parents, having each other, rich and famous girl x lovable goofy boy, "Love's true test isn't in the rules, but in the unwavering belief we have in each other."

Description: isn’t it unethical? we have different worlds, you and me, nonetheless we still have each other. I love you, you love me, they cannot do anything about it.

Playlist: I think they call this love — elliot reay

Chapter 1

It’s funny how life works sometimes. One moment, you're just trying to survive high school and meet the expectations of your strict parents, and the next, you're falling for someone who, on paper, you should never even talk to. But then again, love isn’t written on paper, is it?

My name is Y/N, and I have everything people think they want: wealth, beauty, intelligence. I’m the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect future… or at least, that’s what my parents expect of me. They have this tight grip on my life, controlling everything from my grades to my career aspirations. There’s no room for mistakes, no space for rebellion. I am their shining star.

But then, there’s Chanyeol.

Chanyeol, with his boyish smile and infectious laugh, is the one thing in my life that doesn’t fit the mold. He’s different from anyone my parents would approve of, and I’m not even sure he’s someone they’d ever accept. His family isn’t as wealthy as mine, and he doesn’t wear a suit or carry around a briefcase like my father. He’s... free-spirited. He’s the type to stand out in a crowd with his quirky nature and big dreams.

And he’s the one I’ve fallen for.

---

It all started last year, in the hallway of our school. I had just finished a math exam (with flying colors, of course) and was heading to the library when I bumped into him. Literally bumped into him. Books and papers flew everywhere, and my perfectly composed world crashed for a moment.

“Y/N? Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Chanyeol had apologized, kneeling to help pick up the papers that had scattered across the floor. He smiled brightly, and I could tell he wasn’t the least bit bothered by the situation.

I couldn’t help but notice how... different he was from the other students. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, his hair a bit tousled, and his casual clothing gave him this effortless charm. I, on the other hand, was always in a pressed uniform, my hair styled to perfection, and my posture rigid with the weight of my parents’ expectations.

At first, I didn’t think much of him. But over the next few weeks, we kept crossing paths. A smile here, a brief chat there. And one day, without warning, he asked me out. Just like that.

---

"Y/N," Chanyeol said, his voice soft yet confident. We were sitting on the steps of the school after hours, the campus empty and quiet. "I know you're the perfect student and all, but I think you're more than that. I see the way you smile when you're happy, the way you look at the stars when you think no one's watching. You're not just your grades, you know?"

I felt my heart race. Was he really talking to me like this? He had a way of making me feel seen, truly seen, in a way I had never experienced before.

"I think you’re more than what people expect you to be, too," I said, my voice trembling just a little. "I think you see me for who I am... not just for what I represent."

Chanyeol smiled, his eyes lighting up like fireworks. "Then let me see you more. I want to get to know the real Y/N."

That was the moment I knew he wasn’t just another high school crush. He was different. He was everything my life had been missing.

---

But being with Chanyeol wasn’t easy. It wasn’t like the fairytale love stories I had read about in books. It was a secret love, one that I had to hide from my parents. They would never approve of someone like him. My mom would scoff at his casual demeanor, and my dad would probably demand to know what Chanyeol’s family did for a living.

It’s funny, really. How a family who has everything can still find a way to control your every move. Chanyeol, with his warm heart and wild dreams, was a perfect escape from their cold, suffocating grip.

I remember one night when we were out at the park, away from prying eyes. Chanyeol took my hand and looked up at the stars, his gaze soft and distant.

"You know," he began, "I’ve always dreamed of something bigger. Something more than just school and the normal routine. And I think you do too. You're not just your family's expectations. You're your own person, Y/N."

I smiled, squeezing his hand. "And you make me feel like I can be more than that. Thank you for showing me that."

His smile softened, and I could see the genuine care in his eyes. "I don't want to change who you are, but I want to be someone you can be real with. A real boyfriend, not someone you have to hide from the world."

---

Of course, things weren’t always easy. There were nights I couldn’t talk to him because my parents had a new set of rules for me. There were days when I had to lie about where I was going just so I could steal a few moments with him. But every second with Chanyeol felt like a little rebellion, a little piece of freedom from the world that wanted to control me.

We weren’t perfect. We had our share of arguments, especially when my parents found out I was seeing someone behind their backs. But Chanyeol always knew how to make me smile, how to pull me back from the edge of despair with his goofy jokes and his big heart.

And despite the pressure from my parents to end things with him, I knew deep down I couldn’t. He was my escape, my happiness, and the one person who truly understood me. Maybe love wasn’t supposed to be easy. Maybe it was about finding someone who saw you, truly saw you, and wanted to be by your side even when the world told you it wasn’t meant to be.

So, here I am. Still hiding my relationship with Chanyeol from my parents, but still loving him with all my heart. Maybe one day, they’ll see what I see in him. Maybe one day, they’ll understand that love isn’t about money or status or expectations. It’s about the person who makes you feel like you can be yourself.

And for now, I’m just going to enjoy every moment with him, every secret smile, and every stolen kiss. Because in the end, love isn’t about following the rules. It’s about breaking them—together.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 2

It was a quiet night. The kind of night where everything felt still, as if the world was holding its breath. I sat by the window, looking out over the city lights that twinkled below. My parents were asleep, as they always were at this hour, wrapped in their routine. I was supposed to be studying, like I always did, but tonight my mind wasn’t on books or expectations. It was on him Chanyeol.

I hadn’t seen him all day. It had been difficult to hide the emptiness I felt when he wasn’t around, especially with everything my parents were expecting from me. And yet, even though I knew it was dangerous, there was a part of me that longed to see him. Longed to feel his presence, his warmth, even if only for a moment.

As if the universe had heard my silent wish, I heard a soft tap on the window. My heart skipped a beat. I slowly turned my head toward the sound, unsure if I was imagining it. But there it was again another gentle knock.

I cautiously stood up and pulled back the curtains, my breath catching in my throat as I saw him: Chanyeol, standing on the balcony just below my window, his grin unmistakable even in the darkness. His eyes glinted with mischief, and I couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Chanyeol,” I whispered, my voice a mix of surprise and excitement.

He raised a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet, then pointed toward the window, his usual playful demeanor lighting up his features. Without a second thought, I slid open the window, the cool night air rushing in as I leaned out to greet him.

"Are you crazy?" I whispered, feeling my heart race. "What if my parents—"

He interrupted me with a laugh, low and carefree. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m careful. Besides, I just couldn’t stay away tonight.”

He grinned, and I could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, how about a little adventure?”

I felt the rush of adrenaline course through me as I looked at the distance between the balcony and my window. It wasn’t much, but my parents’ strictness had kept me tethered inside the walls of my room for so long that just the idea of sneaking out of being with him in the quiet of the night made my heart race.

Before I could think too much about it, Chanyeol’s hands gently gripped the edge of the window, and he swung himself up with surprising ease, landing softly on the ledge next to me. His presence was intoxicating, his warmth spreading in the cool night air.

“What if we get caught?” I asked softly, though I already knew the answer. Being with Chanyeol always felt like the sweetest rebellion.

Chanyeol shrugged, his playful grin never faltering. “Then we’ll deal with it. But we can’t let a little thing like that stop us, right?”

His words, full of excitement and adventure, made it feel like the weight of my life the rules, the expectations disappeared for a brief moment. All that mattered was us.

I took a deep breath, looking down at the distance to the ground below, then back at him. “You really are crazy, you know that?”

“I know,” he said with a wink, then reached out and gently tugged at my hand. “Come on, let’s get away for a bit. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

The decision was made before I even had time to think. I nodded and, with his help, slipped out of the window. The night was cool on my skin, and every movement felt like a secret we were keeping from the world. His hand was firm around mine, guiding me as we crept silently down the balcony, each step sending my heart racing.

We reached the ground and stood there for a moment, staring up at my window, almost as if daring fate to catch us.

“See? Easy,” Chanyeol whispered, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

I couldn’t help but laugh, a soft, breathless sound that echoed in the quiet of the night. "You’re unbelievable."

“Maybe,” he said, pulling me a little closer. "But at least I'm unbelievable with you."

For a moment, everything else faded into the background the house, my parents’ expectations, the world outside of us. It was just the two of us, together, under the stars. A part of me felt like this was exactly where I was supposed to be, and yet, I knew this moment was fragile. We had to savor it, like a fleeting dream that might slip away with the morning light.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice softer now, a sense of calm washing over me despite the danger.

Chanyeol chuckled and tugged me forward, guiding me down the quiet street. “Wherever the night takes us.”

And as we walked together, under the glow of the streetlights, I realized that it didn’t matter where we were going. The adventure was in the fact that we were together, that we were defying everything that tried to pull us apart.

For once, in the quiet of the night, I felt free.

---

The night felt like it belonged to us just the two of us, sneaking through a world we weren’t supposed to be part of. We talked, laughed, and shared secrets under the sky. There were no rules, no expectations, no pressure. Just us.

But as dawn began to break, and the first light of morning crept over the horizon, I knew our time together was running out. I would have to face my parents again. I would have to return to the life they’d designed for me, the life that didn’t involve Chanyeol.

But for now, in that stolen moment, I was his. And he was mine.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 3

It had been months since Chanyeol and I had started secretly seeing each other. Every stolen moment, every hidden kiss, every quiet adventure had only made me more certain that he was the one I wanted. But as much as I cherished our secret, I couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. The one that told me it was time. Time to stop hiding, time to confront the world, and most importantly, time to face my parents.

I had always been careful so careful. But the truth was, Chanyeol meant more to me than anything else, and keeping him in the shadows for any longer felt like a betrayal.

So, the time had come.

It started with a text an innocent enough question, but one that made my heart race: “When can I meet your parents?”

I stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. Meeting my parents? It was unheard of. I could count on one hand how many people had ever crossed the threshold of our house, let alone been introduced to my parents. But Chanyeol was different, and if I was going to make this work, he deserved to be seen as the part of my life he was.

I texted back, my fingers trembling slightly: *"Saturday. I’ll make it work."*

I knew it was going to be a challenge. My parents were strict perhaps more than anyone else I knew. They had high expectations for me, for my life, for my future. Chanyeol wasn’t anything they had planned for me. In their eyes, he was too carefree, too “imperfect” to be someone I should be with. But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.

---

The day came faster than I expected. I’d spent hours preparing myself, wondering what excuse I could make if things didn’t go as planned. But there was no turning back now. Chanyeol had agreed to come, and the fact that he wanted to meet my parents meant more than I could express.

Saturday afternoon, the house was pristine as always every corner dusted, every cushion in place. The smell of fresh flowers my mother had arranged in the foyer lingered in the air. My parents would be in the living room, discussing whatever new business venture my father was obsessed with that week. And I would walk in with Chanyeol by my side.

As the doorbell rang, my heart pounded in my chest. I quickly opened the door, greeted by Chanyeol’s familiar, bright smile. He looked a little nervous, but his posture was confident, his hands tucked into his pockets.

“You okay?” he asked, noticing my unease.

“I should be asking you that,” I replied, forcing a smile. “This is a big deal.”

Chanyeol grinned wider, his eyes sparkling with that signature mischief. “I’m fine. Besides, I’ve faced tougher challenges than meeting your parents.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the warmth spreading in my chest. With one last deep breath, I nodded. “Let’s get this over with, then.”

---

We walked into the living room together, where my parents were already seated on the couch. My father was reading a newspaper, while my mother was on her phone, no doubt checking on her latest investments. When they saw us, they looked up with mild curiosity, their expressions quickly settling into the usual reserved politeness they reserved for outsiders.

“Mom, Dad,” I started, my voice steady but nervous, “this is Chanyeol. My boyfriend.”

There was a heavy silence as my parents exchanged looks, their eyes narrowing ever so slightly. I could feel the tension rising as Chanyeol stood there, taller than my father but with a more laid-back presence.

“Nice to meet you,” Chanyeol said, breaking the silence with his usual warmth. “I’m Chanyeol.”

My father’s gaze was cold, assessing, while my mother merely nodded. "I see." Her voice was clipped. "You’re... Chanyeol."

“Yes, ma'am,” Chanyeol said, his tone polite, but I could tell he was already uncomfortable under their scrutiny.

I could feel the tension hanging in the air, thick and suffocating. This was it. The moment I had feared, the moment I had dreaded. Would my parents accept him, or would they shut him out like they had done with every other person I’d ever tried to introduce into their world?

“Chanyeol,” my father spoke up, setting his newspaper down slowly. “What is it that you do? Where do your family’s interests lie?”

I could feel Chanyeol stiffen slightly. He wasn’t used to this type of interrogation. But, to his credit, he didn’t flinch.

“I’m still in school, sir,” Chanyeol said. “I have big dreams, though. I want to work in music. I’m really passionate about it.”

There was a long pause, and I could see my father’s lips press into a thin line, a clear sign of disapproval. My mother, too, raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the urge to say something, anything, to defend him.

“And your family?” My mother asked, voice edged with suspicion. “What does your father do?”

Chanyeol glanced at me briefly, probably wondering how much to say. “My father is a mechanic,” he replied carefully. “He runs his own shop, and my mom works as a teacher. We’re not wealthy, but we’re happy.”

My father’s expression faltered for just a moment whether from surprise or disdain, I couldn’t tell. But the tension in the room only grew thicker. This wasn’t going the way I’d hoped.

I glanced at Chanyeol, silently pleading with him, but he just smiled softly at me. I could see the kindness in his eyes, even if my parents couldn’t.

“I respect hard work,” Chanyeol continued, trying to break the awkward silence. “And I think we all do what we can to make a living. But the thing I care most about is happiness. And I’m happy when I’m with Y/N.”

His words hung in the air like a promise, one that cut through the tension in the room. And for a brief moment, I saw my father’s steely exterior soften just the slightest bit, though he quickly masked it.

“Y/N,” my mother finally spoke up, turning her gaze to me. “You know how we feel about your future. About the people you choose to associate with.”

I nodded slowly. “I know. But I’ve made my choice.”

Chanyeol stepped forward slightly, his hand brushing against mine in a subtle, but reassuring gesture. “I care about Y/N,” he said, his voice steady. “And I want to be a good part of her life. I know I’m not what you expected, but I’ll do everything I can to make her happy.”

I could feel the weight of my parents' disapproval pressing down on me, but there was a quiet strength in Chanyeol’s words. A calmness that told me, no matter how hard this would be, he would be there for me.

My parents exchanged one last look. My father cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

“We’ll see how this plays out,” he said, his voice cold but not dismissive. “But for now, you’re welcome here. We’ll see how well you truly match up to our expectations.”

And that was all we were going to get from them.

---

As Chanyeol and I left the living room, I felt both relief and disappointment. It hadn’t gone as well as I’d hoped, but it wasn’t a disaster. There was a small victory in the fact that my parents didn’t outright dismiss him. And maybe just maybe they would come around.

As we walked down the hallway, Chanyeol squeezed my hand, a soft smile on his face. “Well, that was fun,” he said with a chuckle.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re something else. But you did good.”

“Glad I didn’t mess it up.” He gave me a wink, his usual carefree self.

I smiled at him, feeling the weight of the night slowly lift off my shoulders. “Thanks for sticking with me.”

He shrugged, grinning. “No thanks needed. I’m in this with you, Y/N. Always.”

And in that moment, despite the tension in the air, despite the uncertainty of the future, I knew I had made the right choice. Love, after all, wasn’t about meeting expectations. It was about choosing the person who made you feel like you could breathe. And for me, that person was Chanyeol.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 4

The weeks that followed the awkward dinner with my parents felt like an emotional rollercoaster. My parents didn’t exactly warm up to Chanyeol, but they didn’t make any major moves to shut him out either. For the first time, it felt like a fragile truce had been formed between my world and his, though it hung by the thinnest of threads.

Chanyeol and I kept seeing each other in secret, savoring the moments when we could escape into the quiet corners of the world where nothing mattered but us. But it was hard to ignore the weight of the situation the fact that he was always just one wrong move away from being cast out of my life by my parents’ demands.

One Friday afternoon, after school, I found myself sitting in the back of the library, books spread out in front of me, though my attention was clearly elsewhere. I couldn’t focus on the pages. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the small note I had gotten earlier that morning from Chanyeol.

Meet me tonight. 8 pm. Same place. – C

The words sent a rush of excitement through me, but also anxiety. I didn’t know what he wanted to talk about, but I had a feeling it was important.

At 7:55, I was already at the usual spot the old tree near the back of the schoolyard where we had met countless times before. It was our secret place, the one spot where we didn’t have to pretend to be anyone other than ourselves. The quiet of the evening wrapped around us like a blanket as I waited for him, my heart thudding in my chest.

At exactly 8:00, I heard footsteps approaching, and then there he was Chanyeol, with his signature grin, his eyes lighting up when he saw me.

“You’re early,” he teased, walking toward me with his usual relaxed pace.

I couldn’t help but smile back, the nervousness I’d felt earlier melting away in his presence. “I guess I was just excited to see you.”

He sat down beside me, the soft rustling of leaves the only sound between us. We sat there for a moment, side by side, neither of us speaking, just soaking in the quiet comfort of the night. But then I noticed the slight tension in his shoulders. His usual carefree attitude was replaced with something more serious.

“You okay?” I asked softly, turning to face him.

He sighed and leaned back against the tree, his eyes trained on the horizon, not meeting my gaze. “Actually, no. I’ve been thinking a lot about… everything.”

The words made my heart skip a beat. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. “Y/N, I’ve been thinking about your parents, about the way they look at me. And I don’t want to put you in a position where you have to choose between them and me.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but he raised his hand to stop me.

“I’m serious. I know how important they are to you, and I don’t want to be the reason you’re torn between your family and me. I don’t want to be the one who messes things up for you.”

My heart clenched at his words. The thought of losing him, of letting him go just to keep the peace with my parents, was unbearable.

“Chanyeol,” I said, my voice trembling slightly, “You’re not the problem. My parents… they just don’t get it. They don’t understand that love isn’t about status or wealth or reputation. It's about who makes you feel alive, who makes you feel like you can be yourself.”

He turned to face me then, his eyes soft and filled with sincerity. “But if they never accept me, what happens then? What if we keep hiding, keep sneaking around, and it just gets harder?”

I swallowed hard. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to hide anymore. I don’t want to keep pretending that you’re some secret I have to keep tucked away. I want to be able to hold your hand in public, to be proud of who you are. I want to stop sneaking around.”

Chanyeol’s lips curled into a small, bittersweet smile, and he reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Then let’s not hide anymore,” he said softly. “Let’s face them together, Y/N. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work, but I need to know you’re with me.”

Tears welled up in my eyes at his words. For the first time, I realized that we were both in this really in this together. It wasn’t just about me choosing him over my parents. It was about us choosing each other, despite the obstacles that lay ahead.

“I’m with you,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “I always will be.”

---

The next few days passed in a blur. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Chanyeol had said, about how we had to face my parents together. The anxiety was building, knotting in my stomach with every passing moment. What if they didn’t accept him? What if everything I had worked so hard to protect my relationship with my family came crashing down?

But I couldn’t keep living like this. I couldn’t keep sneaking around. I had to be honest with my parents, with myself, and with Chanyeol. It was time to take that step.

That Saturday afternoon, I made the decision.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I walked into the living room, where my parents were discussing some business matter as usual. The atmosphere was familiar, yet the tension in my chest was anything but.

“Mom, Dad,” I said, my voice steady but firm. They looked up at me, both raising an eyebrow as they took in my serious tone. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

I felt Chanyeol’s presence behind me, his reassuring smile giving me the strength I needed.

“Chanyeol and I... we’re not just friends. We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and I care about him. A lot.”

My parents exchanged a glance, and I could feel the weight of their disapproval before they even spoke.

“This is important, Y/N,” my father said, his voice sharp. “You know what we expect from you. And this... this isn’t the path we planned for you.”

I could feel the tension building, but I stood my ground, looking my father straight in the eyes. “I know, but this is my life. And Chanyeol is a part of it. I’m asking you to try to see him for who he is, not just for where he comes from.”

There was silence for a long moment. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for their response. Finally, my mother spoke, her tone softer but still tinged with hesitation.

“We will think about it, Y/N,” she said slowly. “But understand this: your future is still our concern. You need to be careful.”

I nodded, relieved but still anxious. “I understand.”

And just like that, the door was open. The future wasn’t clear, but it was no longer about hiding in the shadows. I had taken the first step.

---

That night, after the conversation, Chanyeol and I stood outside, just the two of us, the cool air settling around us.

“You did great,” he said, squeezing my hand. “I’m proud of you.”

I smiled, my heart lighter than it had been in weeks. “We’ll see what happens. But no matter what… I’m not giving up on us.”

Chanyeol pulled me into a tight hug, and I closed my eyes, letting myself feel the peace that came from knowing we were in this together.

We had started a journey that no one else could walk for us. But for the first time, I felt hopeful. Hopeful that maybe, just maybe, love would win.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 5

The days after my conversation with my parents were a mix of anticipation and quiet hope. I couldn’t stop thinking about what my mom had said we’ll think about it. It wasn’t an immediate “no,” but it wasn’t exactly a “yes” either. I kept my distance, giving them space to process everything I had said, to process Chanyeol, to understand that this wasn’t some fleeting teenage infatuation.

Chanyeol, on the other hand, was unwavering in his support. He didn’t rush me, didn’t pressure me. He just let me be, letting me take the lead when it came to dealing with my parents. But I knew one thing for sure he was there for me. And that made all the difference.

Then, one evening, my parents called me down to the living room. My heart skipped a beat as I walked downstairs, wondering if today would be the day they finally gave me their decision. As I entered the room, I found my parents sitting together on the couch, both of their faces serious but not unkind.

“Y/N,” my father said, his voice steady, “We’ve discussed things.”

My stomach churned, my palms sweating, but I kept my posture straight, trying to read their expressions.

“We’ve decided,” my mother began, her tone more careful than usual, “that we’ll accept Chanyeol into our lives. As long as you understand the responsibilities that come with such a relationship.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but it was tempered by the weight of their words. They weren’t welcoming him with open arms, but they weren’t rejecting him either. It was a cautious acceptance one that came with conditions.

“We expect you to remain focused on your studies and your future, Y/N,” my father added. “You’ve always been our priority, and we won’t allow anything or anyone to distract you from your goals.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I understand. And I promise I won’t let anything get in the way of that.”

My mother looked at me for a long moment, as if assessing my sincerity. “As long as you’re certain this isn’t just a phase, and that Chanyeol respects the boundaries we’ve set, we’ll allow him to be a part of your life. But don’t expect us to lower our standards. We still expect you to keep up with your responsibilities.”

I nodded again, more firmly this time. “I’ll do my best. I promise.”

There was a quiet pause before my father spoke again. “We’ll have dinner together next week. Chanyeol can come over. But we expect him to behave properly, to show us that he’s serious about this relationship.”

I blinked, surprised but pleased. This was progress real progress. “Thank you,” I said, the words barely escaping my lips as I tried to steady my emotions.

My mother nodded curtly. “We’re not saying this is going to be easy. But we’ll give it a chance. For your sake.”

---

The following week, the day of the dinner arrived. I spent the entire day anxiously preparing for the evening. My parents were still wary of Chanyeol, but they had agreed to let him into our home, which was a huge step forward. Chanyeol, though, seemed entirely unfazed by the pressure. He was confident, but in that warm, calm way he always was, as if nothing in the world could shake him. And that, in turn, made me feel a little calmer too.

When Chanyeol arrived, he looked nervous, but he hid it well behind his usual smile. I greeted him at the door with a soft, reassuring smile of my own.

“Ready?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

He nodded, his hand slipping into mine for a brief moment. “Ready.”

The dinner started off with the usual tension the polite exchanges, the subtle disapproval in my parents’ eyes, the cold formality of it all. My father asked about Chanyeol’s plans for the future, his goals, and what kind of career he envisioned for himself. My mother, though less direct, carefully observed him, testing his responses, making sure he wasn’t just some reckless kid who had come into my life to cause trouble.

Chanyeol, to his credit, handled it all with grace. He spoke confidently but never arrogantly, answering every question with honesty, showing that he was serious about his life and his intentions. He spoke about his passion for music, how hard he worked to support himself, and how much he cared for me. It wasn’t just talk there was sincerity in his words, and I could tell my parents were starting to see that.

But despite the progress, there were still those small, clipped remarks those moments when my parents would remind me of my responsibilities, my future, as if to make sure I knew that Chanyeol wasn’t my whole world. I could tell they weren’t fully convinced yet, but at least they weren’t pushing him away.

As dinner went on, the atmosphere gradually warmed. My father asked about Chanyeol’s family, and Chanyeol spoke with genuine respect for them, mentioning how close-knit they were. My mother, while still cautious, found herself engaging in a lighter conversation about our childhoods, and I could tell that despite the rigid expectations, she was beginning to see Chanyeol as more than just a “dangerous” influence.

After dessert, there was a moment when my mother looked at me and then at Chanyeol, her gaze softening just slightly.

“We’re still not entirely convinced, but you’ve shown us that you’re serious,” she said, her voice more relaxed than it had been all evening. “Y/N, you’ve always been careful with who you let into your life. We’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now.”

I smiled, feeling the weight of their approval settle on my shoulders like a warm embrace. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

My father gave a small nod, his stern face softening just a little. “Just make sure you remember that your future comes first, Y/N. We trust that you’ll make the right decisions.”

“I will,” I promised, my voice steady. “I’ll make sure of it.”

---

As we said our goodbyes that evening, Chanyeol and I stepped outside into the cool night air. He looked at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Guess we didn’t mess it up, huh?” he joked, his voice light.

I laughed, feeling the tension from the dinner slowly release. “We did good. They’re not fully convinced yet, but… this is a step forward.”

He pulled me into a hug, holding me close. “I told you we could do this together.”

“I know,” I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder. “I’m glad we did.”

For the first time, it felt like the weight of my world my family’s expectations, my love for Chanyeol wasn’t so impossible to balance. There would still be struggles, of course. My parents would still be strict, still have their doubts. But we had made it through this first hurdle, and together, I felt like we could handle whatever came next.

And as we stood there, in the quiet of the night, I realized that love wasn’t about perfection. It was about making room for each other despite the obstacles, about accepting each other even when things weren’t easy. And in that moment, I knew no matter how strict my parents were, no matter what the future held we had each other. And that was enough.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 6

The evening after the dinner with my parents, I was still processing everything. There was a quiet sense of relief, but also an unspoken tension that hung in the air. My parents had accepted Chanyeol, but I could feel that they were still holding back, still keeping a close eye on everything.

I was sitting on my bed, absentmindedly scrolling through my phone when I heard a soft knock on my door. It creaked open slightly, and I looked up to see my mother standing in the doorway, her expression softer than usual. I paused, unsure of what she was going to say.

“Can I come in?” she asked, her voice unexpectedly gentle.

“Of course,” I replied, setting my phone aside.

She stepped in and sat down at the edge of my bed, her posture more relaxed than I had ever seen it. She was always so proper, so composed, but tonight there was a warmth to her presence that caught me off guard.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began, her voice quiet, “about what you said at dinner. About Chanyeol.”

I sat up a little straighter, my heart beating faster. “What about it?”

She sighed, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “I’ve been thinking about how you and Chanyeol are so young, and how much it reminds me of your father and me when we were your age.”

I blinked in surprise. I had never really heard her talk about her own relationship with my father in this way. Sure, I knew they had met young, but the details were always kept private, almost like an untold story.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

My mother looked out the window for a moment, lost in thought. “Your father and I… we were very young when we met. I was about your age seventeen, just like you are now. And your father was a few years older, around Chanyeol’s age.”

I leaned in, intrigued. I had always admired my parents’ relationship from a distance, but I never truly understood it. They seemed like the perfect couple structured, controlled, and elegant. But there had to be more to their story.

“My father was very different back then,” she continued, her eyes softening as she spoke. “He wasn’t the serious businessman you know now. He was passionate, driven by his own dreams, but not quite as stable as he is today. When we first met, I never expected we’d end up together. But there was something about him… something about the way he saw the world that captivated me.”

I felt my heart flutter, realizing how much this mirrored my own relationship with Chanyeol. “How did you meet?”

My mother smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. “It was at a summer camp. Your father was there on a scholarship, studying business, while I was there for a leadership program. I remember the first time I saw him he was standing across the campfire, his friends laughing around him. But when our eyes met, I felt like the whole world went silent for a moment. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew, even at that young age, that there was something different about him.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of my mother as a young girl, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement, just like me when I’d first met Chanyeol. “That sounds… kind of magical.”

“It was,” she said with a soft laugh. “But it wasn’t easy. Your father’s family was very different from mine. They were more laid-back, not concerned with status or reputation. My parents were… well, strict. They had plans for me, just like we have plans for you. And they didn’t understand why I wanted to be with him, someone who didn’t fit their vision of what I should be with.”

I could hear the echoes of her words in my own struggles with my parents. “What did you do?”

“We kept it secret at first,” she admitted, a wry smile playing on her lips. “I didn’t want to disappoint my parents, and I didn’t want to make things harder than they already were. But the more time we spent together, the more I realized how much I loved him. Your father was never afraid to show me who he really was, and he never asked me to change, even when everything around us was telling us it wasn’t the right thing.”

Her voice softened, and I could tell this was the part of the story she had never shared with me before. “And eventually, when I couldn’t hide it anymore, I stood up to my parents. I told them that I loved him, and that I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I thought they’d be angry, that they’d push me away. But they surprised me. They saw how serious we were, how committed we were to each other, and they accepted him into our lives.”

I was stunned. I had never known the details, never fully realized the weight of what my mother had gone through for her own love story. “So, they accepted him?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “It wasn’t easy. My parents were still strict, still worried about our future, but they saw that we weren’t just playing around. They saw that we were serious, and that our love was real. And eventually, they accepted it. They accepted him. And now, all these years later, your father and I are still together, stronger than ever.”

Her words hung in the air, like a secret finally revealed. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy for you, Y/N. But I want you to know that sometimes love doesn’t fit the plans we make for ourselves. It doesn’t follow the rules. But if it’s real, if it’s honest, it will find a way.”

I was silent for a moment, trying to process everything she had said. My mother someone who had always seemed so poised, so controlled had gone through a journey very similar to my own. And in that moment, I realized that maybe my parents weren’t as far removed from my struggles as I thought. They had once been young and in love, just like Chanyeol and I.

“Do you think… do you think they’ll come around to Chanyeol?” I asked, my voice small.

She looked at me with understanding eyes. “I think they already have come around. They see that he’s serious about you, that he respects you, and that you’re not making a rash decision. But they’ll always be protective of you, just as I was with your father. It might take time, but I believe that if your love is real, they’ll accept him fully in time.”

I felt a surge of warmth in my chest, comforted by her words. “Thank you, Mom. I didn’t know you went through something like this too.”

She smiled softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “We all go through our own challenges, Y/N. But the important thing is that we face them head-on. And that’s what I’m asking you to do with Chanyeol. Stand by him. Stand by your love. And know that you’re not alone in this.”

I smiled at her, feeling a deeper bond between us than I ever had before. “I will. I promise.”

She stood up, smoothing her dress, her usual composure returning. “Good. Now, I think it’s time for you to get some rest. And remember, just because we’re giving Chanyeol a chance doesn’t mean you can forget your responsibilities.”

I nodded, a little chuckle escaping my lips. “Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t forget.”

As she left my room, closing the door quietly behind her, I sat back against my pillows, my thoughts swirling. My mom had given me more than just a glimpse into her past she had given me a sense of hope, a reminder that love wasn’t always easy, but it was worth fighting for. And maybe, just maybe, my parents would come to see that about me and Chanyeol, too.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Last Chapter: 8 years later, the Wedding

Several years had passed since that tense dinner with my parents, since the quiet moments of uncertainty and fear that had once defined my relationship with Chanyeol. In those years, so much had changed my parents, though still strict and traditional, had fully accepted him into our lives. They saw the depth of our love, the strength in our bond, and as the years went by, they learned to trust it.

Chanyeol and I had grown together, not just as a couple but as individuals. We had faced challenges personal struggles, academic pressures, and the overwhelming weight of expectations but through it all, we had supported each other, never faltering.

And now, here we were about to start the next chapter of our lives.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace veil that had been handed down through generations in my family. My mother had insisted on it, and though at first I was hesitant, I had come to love the idea of carrying a piece of family history with me on the most important day of my life. The thought of walking down the aisle to Chanyeol, with my parents by my side, made my heart swell with emotion.

I looked at myself no longer the young girl who had secretly snuck around to meet Chanyeol in the dark of night, but a woman who had fought for her love and her future. I had chosen my path, despite the challenges, and now, standing on the edge of a new beginning, I could see how far we had come.

The door creaked open behind me, and I turned to see my mother standing there, her face soft with a rare smile. Her eyes met mine with such pride that I almost choked on the emotions rising in my throat.

“You look beautiful,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

I gave her a small smile. “Thank you, Mom. I don’t know how I got here… or how we got here.”

She stepped into the room, standing beside me as she gazed at my reflection. “You and Chanyeol have always been strong, even when things seemed impossible. You fought for each other, and that’s what love is it’s not just about the good times. It’s about standing by each other through everything, even when the world tells you it’s not the right choice.”

I nodded, remembering all the hard conversations, the moments of doubt. The long nights when Chanyeol and I had whispered our fears to each other, wondering if the distance between us and the rest of the world would ever be bridged. But we had made it.

“I think you’re right,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “It wasn’t easy. But nothing that’s worth having ever is.”

My mother smiled, her eyes glistening. “I know. And now, you’re about to start the rest of your life with him. I’m proud of you, Y/N. Proud of both of you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I hugged my mother tightly, holding on to the moment, to the realization that everything had changed. My parents, once so strict, had become pillars of support. My love for Chanyeol, which had once been a secret to everyone but us, was now something they cherished. It had been a long road to get here, but it had been worth every step.

---

The wedding ceremony was held in a beautiful garden just outside the city. It was a quiet, intimate affair just close family and friends. It was everything we had ever dreamed of: simple, yet filled with love and meaning. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the proceedings as I walked down the aisle with my father at my side.

As I approached Chanyeol, standing at the altar, my heart beat faster. His eyes locked on mine, filled with so much love and anticipation that I almost forgot to breathe. His broad smile stretched across his face, his eyes gleaming with happiness. And for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.

He had come into my life like a whirlwind chaotic, unexpected, but perfect. And now, here we were, years later, about to make a commitment to each other for the rest of our lives.

As I reached him, I took his hands in mine, feeling the warmth of his touch seep into my skin. His grip was firm, reassuring, the way it had always been. It was the same touch that had comforted me in moments of doubt, the same touch that had held me close during our happiest moments. And now, it would be the touch that would carry me through the rest of my life.

“Y/N,” Chanyeol whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I never thought I’d see this day. But here we are. And I promise you, with all of my heart, that I will love you every day for the rest of my life.”

My voice caught in my throat as I spoke, my words trembling but sincere. “I promise the same. I will love you, through everything, just like we always have.”

And with those words, we exchanged our vows, the promises we had made to each other countless times in our hearts now spoken aloud for the world to hear.

The ceremony was beautiful, filled with laughter, tears, and the overwhelming feeling that our love our journey had finally come full circle. When the officiant declared us husband and wife, I couldn’t help but smile, the weight of everything lifting off my shoulders.

As we walked back down the aisle together, hand in hand, I glanced up at Chanyeol. He squeezed my hand, his eyes full of joy and love.

“I told you we’d make it,” he said with a grin.

I smiled back, feeling the warmth of his words sink into my soul. “I never doubted it for a second.”

We paused for a moment, just standing there, taking it all in. The love we had fought for, the love that had once seemed impossible, was now our reality. We had built a life together, a future filled with endless possibilities.

---

The reception was full of laughter and dancing, a celebration of everything we had overcome. My parents, though still cautious, had beamed with pride as they gave their blessing. My father had even shared a quiet conversation with Chanyeol, offering his approval in his own way, a silent acknowledgment that he now saw the man standing beside me as someone worthy of my heart.

Later, as the night drew to a close, Chanyeol and I stood on the balcony, watching the stars above. The cool breeze ruffled my hair, and I felt content in a way I never had before. The life I had dreamed of, the one I had fought so hard for, was finally here.

“We did it,” I whispered, turning to Chanyeol, my eyes filled with gratitude.

“We did,” he replied, pulling me close. “And this is just the beginning.”

And as I looked up at him, at the man I had loved through every obstacle and challenge, I knew deep down that nothing would ever stop us. We had proven that love, no matter how difficult, was always worth fighting for.

The future was ours. And together, we would face whatever came next just like we always had.

[mybiasisexo]

i slept for 12 hours last night (this morning) and the whole time i was pregnant

im talking even in different dreams, id like remember i was supposed to be pregnant, and boom! baby bump 😭. and in some dreams she (cause yes it was a girl 🥺) was chanyeols!!!

anywhoooo since waking up, i miss her. like i feel her absence 😭. and then i went on tiktok and my love mine all mine by mitski played on the first vid and it made me think of my baby and i just miss and love her right now wtfff. my head is def on some loony shit rn 🥺😭