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The Dress

⚤   pairing — reader + Park Chanyeol (exo)

✎ word count — ??

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings  — graphic description of unsafe sex, language, cum play? cum kink?

[A/N] This little plot came to be pretty quickly, personally I think it’s adorable and husband!Chanyeol gives me butterflies. I hope you enjoy!

Requested — “I’ll just have to cum inside you then.” + Chanyeol please! 💖            

You’ve been Mrs. Park Chanyeol for one year, three months, and seventeen days. As you stand in the master bathroom applying your makeup, you spot your husband leaning in the doorway, watching you silently. You’re only in a bra and panties and leaning in close to the mirror to apply your mascara, and Chanyeol’s eyes are glued to your ass.

“If your parents say one word to us tonight about ‘starting a family’ I’m going to scream.” You state calmly, putting the mascara wand back in the tube and turning to face your husband. “We already ARE a family.”

He smiles at you, pushing away from the doorway and stepping inside to wrap his arms around your mostly naked frame. “That’s right.” He agrees, kissing the tip of your nose sweetly, “We are a family - you, me, and our son Tobennie.”

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Elision

Pairing: Chanyeol x OC Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff Summary: You take in a down on his luck hybrid, never expecting him to burrow his way into your heart. Word Count: 6.1K          

 The first time you see Chanyeol is in the pub down the street from your apartment on the kind of rainy night that softens the street lights from harsh orange to quiet yellow.

           The Foxy Lady itself is one of those magical places where you always feel at home no matter what part of the world you come from. The kind of place that beckons to you like an old friend to come and sit and rest awhile, to let the world fly by this small corner of comfort. Inside the classic brick exterior, the space is one long, wide room with walls painted an antique green that hit just the right balance of bright and comforting. An old oak bar stretches comfortably along the wall and chairs and tables are scattered around, their surfaces worn to gleaming gold and soft with long and faithful service. A small stage sits in the corner farthest to the door, ready for the any of the city’s musicians willing to accept payment in steady drinks, rich food, and good company. The kitchen, hidden by a wall behind the bar, emits delicious aromas incessantly, sending smells as tempting as a siren’s call onto the street each time the door opens.

           Or perhaps it isn’t the building itself that creates such an ambience. It very well could be the bar’s owners, the inseparable husband and wife duo Jongdae and Sol. Between the two of them and their matching brilliant, teasing personalities, the sun never sets on The Foxy Lady. For reasons unknown, they’d personally taken you under their wing the night after you wandered in, forced out of your new grocery-scarce new apartment by the search for food. As you soon found out, any and all who walked through the door were treated with affable welcome by the stunning husband and wife. Everyone was a friend to Sol and Jongdae.

No one knows Sol’s real name because Jongdae doesn’t call her by anything else but the nickname he gave her, but one smile from her and you’ll forget you even had a question. But that smile always turns a thousand times brighter when she looks at her husband, and Jongdae’s return smile is no less adoring. If the two of them had lived hundreds of years ago, there would still be ballads and poems about the love they share. On your bad days, you’ll admit you’re a little jealous of that kind of bond, having never experienced anything close.

“Hello, gorgeous.” The smile Jongdae sends you when you slide onto one of the unoccupied barstools could win the heart of a stone. “How’s your day been?”

He doesn’t bother asking for your order, already scribbling it on a tab and adding it to the kitchen’s stack before reaching for a glass and filling it with your favorite, an elderflower Italian soda with a crazy straw.

You send him a grateful smile and take a long slurp from the straw as soon as he sets it in front of you. “Semi-productive. Got all my cleaning done for showing off the apartment to potential roommates next week, but then I lapsed and ended up binge watching half the season of The Flash for the rest of the day. That’s why I’m here. I didn’t realize the time and when I did, I decided I was too lazy to cook for myself.”

“You’re anything but lazy. You deserve a break.” Your friend laughs as he bustles about, transferring plates from the kitchen at each ding to a patron or to the server’s station for Jongin or Baekhyun to pick up. “Any promising leads for roommates?”

“No one stellar.” You shrug and sneak a mint leaf from behind the bar to pop in your mouth. “But I only put up the ad last week. Hopefully someone shows up, though Joy will be hard to replace.”

“We’ll find you a roomie just as good. Maybe Sol knows someone.” Jongdae looks over your shoulder as the bells above the door tinkle happily. His smile widens as he raises his hand to wave. “Hey! Glad to see you made it!”

Curious, you shift in your seat to look as well. When you do, you’re suddenly very glad you already swallowed your drink.

The stranger is one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen. Or do you mean cutest? At the moment, you can’t exactly tell. Even in a long tweed overcoat, his body seems to go on forever and the way the light is lets you see the shadows of solid muscles beneath his black turtleneck. His face is handsome as well, half in shadows from a wide brimmed hat pulled low, but his tentative smile, the smile of a child hoping he’ll be welcomed in a new classroom, softens your heart in the same way the sight of a puppy would.

“Hi, Jongdae,” he says, the baritone of his voice like a shot of dark chocolate to your veins. He shifts a guitar bag from one hand to the other with the care of a mother readjusting an infant. You can tell the bag is old, its once black color faded to a grey-green. “Am I on time?”

“You’re an hour early, Chanyeol.” Jongdae wipes his hands and rushes around the bar to engulf the other man in a hug.

You have to stifle a giggle when Chanyeol bends so he can put his arms under Jongdae’s even though he is significantly taller. It makes him look even more childlike.

Jongdae pulls away but keeps a hand on Chanyeol’s back as he brings him further into the room. “Would you like to eat first? We’ve still got awhile before the dinner rush.”

“I’d like to set up and I guess if there’s time, I wouldn’t mind something.”

“Alright. Don’t forget, you don’t have to play the whole night. You can take breaks when you’re hungry or thirsty, okay?” Jongdae’s voice fades into the white noise of other patrons’ chatter as he walks away with Chanyeol, his luxuriant fox tail draped over one arm to keep it out of the way, tapered ears flicking this way and that in merriment.

Your eyes slide away from Jongdae to Baekhyun and Jongin. Jongin’s round, soft umber-colored bear ears twitch slightly as he chats with one of the regulars, while Baekhyun’s ears are floppy like a beagle’s, his tail also cheerily swishing away. Hidden in the kitchen, Kyungsoo probably has his thick wolf’s tail neatly covered and ears tucked under a hat to keep his fur out of the food. Various patrons display the hybrid traits of animal ears and tails out in the open as well. The Foxy Lady is one of the few places you know several feel free enough to do so without fear.

When people started modifying their bodies with animal genes, people thought it was odd but accepted it with eye rolls and quick skitters across the street, labeling it a trend that would fade out. Then these people became parents and passed on the same physical traits to their children. For whatever reason, this was an entirely different matter in the eyes of many. The eye aversions became mutterings, and in the worst cases, the mutterings became violence.

Finally, humane and moral minds won out, leading to the ratification of anti-discrimination laws to protect and guarantee equality for hybrids. The passage of time has brought more societal acceptance of hybrids, but some still have issues finding jobs and housing, let alone decent treatment in certain pockets of the country, and unfortunately, in your city as well. You’ve seen Sol kick out a number of people for snide comments about Jongdae and the others. They got off lucky though; you’d heard a few of their remarks and they warranted a good bloodied nose in your opinion.

           A plate of steaming home fries, buttered asparagus, and sage-rubbed chicken slides beneath your nose. Wearing a yellow T-shirt that makes her dark skin glow even more than usual, Sol winks at you as she pokes your forehead. “You look like you’re thinking about something unpleasant. Need to spill?”

           You shake your head and smile reassuringly. “Nah, it’s nothing.”

           “Well if it is, nothing a little bit of Kyungsoo’s cooking can’t fix, so dig in.”

           “Who’s Chanyeol?” you ask, biting a stalk of asparagus in half and nodding your head in the direction of the stage. “I’ve never seen him before.”

           Even when Sol frowns, she’s beautiful. “Jongdae found him a couple days ago playing on a street corner. Poor thing just came to the city a few weeks ago and still hasn’t found a job. Jongdae convinced him to come here to at least get a good meal in him. The man’s too skinny.”

           Jongdae returns in time to hear the last part of Sol’s comment and grins, pecking her cheek as he scoots past her. “Not all of us can be as thick as your man, you know. Give me a week with him and I’ll have him looking like Pooh.”

           “You leave that to me. What should I fix for him?”

           “He said nothing yet, just wants some hot water with lemon and honey. I think he’s one of those ‘wants to earn his keep’ types.”

           Sol snorts and heads towards the kitchen. “He’ll get it, but he’s got another thing coming if he thinks he’s going to play hungry under my roof.”

           When closing time rolls around, you’re still sitting in the same place, nursing your fifth soda. You really had intended to get back to your apartment after you ate to continue cleaning. You really had. But you hadn’t counted on Chanyeol. Jongdae was a generous man, but he wouldn’t have let Chanyeol play if he wasn’t good. The problem for you was Chanyeol wasn’t just good. He was pretty fantastic.

           His deep voice became sinful liquid cocoa as it poured from his mouth through the microphone and into the room. Pair it with the rich honey tones of his guitar he plucked with the ease of hundreds if not thousands of hours of practice, and you were as hooked as a magpie who spotted something shiny.

           Some of the songs he played you knew, but some you didn’t. Given the emotion in his voice, the way he closed his eyes when he sang them, you’d bet good money they were songs he wrote himself. And he played everything, taking shouted requests from patrons, tickling the guitar strings to play American rock one moment and Spanish lullabies the next. A few times you felt your mouth hanging open as you stared. You’d shut it just as quick, but hard as you tried, you just got lost in the music and it’d happen again.

           The light flick of a wet rag on your arm snaps you out of it. Baekhyun snickers and uses the rag to wipe at a spot on the bar. “Alright, kid. We love you, but time’s up. Last call was thirty minutes ago. Some of us got places to go, people to see.”

           “If by places to go, you mean your bed, yeah, you’re right,” you tease.

           “Hey, my bed and I are in a very intimate and adoring relationship,” he retorts. “Don’t be disrespectful.”

           “My deepest apologies.” You glance around.

           You’re the last patron still sitting, the other stragglers pushing through the door into the misting night. Chanyeol is still on the stage, packing away his guitar, head slightly twisted as he speaks with Jongdae. You wonder what they’re talking about and if the tall, talented man will become a regular fixture at the pub. It’d be really nice if he did, you think. For a variety of reasons.

           “Yo, Y/N, you’re not drunk or something are you?” Baekhyun asks, looking concerned at your spacing out. “Jongin and I can give you a lift home.”

           “Sorry, just thinking.” You pat his hand. “I’m totally sober unless you count sleepiness as a form of intoxication.”

           “With some of the places I’ve found Jongin sleeping when he hasn’t had a drop, I might.”

           After a few more minutes of banter and catching up with Baekhyun and Sol, you finally slip off your stool and head towards the door. You notice with a small bit of disappointment Chanyeol is already gone. You’d wanted to compliment him on his performance, but you’ll have to wait until next time, you suppose. Hopefully there’s a next time.

           When you step outside the door, you find that in the time you spent talking, the mist outside had escalated into heavy-drop rain. Not a torrential downpour, but enough to have you looking like a drowned rat by the time you get home.

           With a sigh, you walk to the edge of The Foxy Lady’s canopy and tug up your hood, tying the strings together. Mentally mapping the neighborhood, you figure if you keep to overhangs and sprint between the breaks, you can reach your apartment with minimal soaking.

           You arrive at the street corner with only a few scatterings of rain on your shoulders and head. Your shoes, however, emit sloshing, squishing noises with each step after an unfortunately placed puddle. Looking across the street, your apartment door within view in all its tempting dry socks glory, you brace yourself for the final sprint.

           A sniffle alerts you that you’re not the only person taking shelter in front of the department store. You cautiously glance to your side. A tall figure huddles against the concrete wall, the wet canvas of the overhang touching the top of his hat and drops of water dripping off the brim onto his shoulders. A stuffed brown paper bag with The Foxy Lady’s logo sits beside a beat-up looking bookbag and an old guitar bag. Even in the shadows, you recognize him.

           “Chanyeol?”

           The man jumps like you prodded him with a stick, nearly collapsing.

           “Hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” you quickly apologize, throwing your hands up, palms out.

           “Do I know you?” Chanyeol asks. He inches towards the bags as if afraid you’ll snatch them.

           “No. I’m sorry, I’m Y/N. I was at Jongdae’s earlier and I overheard your name. Bad eavesdropping habit. I listened to you play the whole night. You’re really good,” you offer with a tentative smile in case your apology wasn’t enough.

           “Oh. Thanks.” He smiles a little, sending a little flutter through your chest. “You’re a friend of Jongdae’s?”

           “Him and Sol.” You don’t comment on the once over you notice him give you. “They were my first friends here. Are you waiting for a ride? You can wait in my apartment if you like so you’re out of the wet; it’s just over there.”

           Maybe you’re a little crazy offering to let a strange man into your apartment, but Chanyeol looks like a lost puppy and only a heartless person would leave a lost dog in the rain.

           “Um, I’m actually just trying to figure out where to go.”

           “Like directions?”

           “No. I- I, um,” Chanyeol ducks his head and mumbles, “I don’t actually have a place yet. Haven’t found one I can afford, you know. There’s a shelter over on 7th I could go to, but things didn’t go so well last time…”

“The shelter’s that bad?”

“Sometimes.” His tone doesn’t encourage questions about his experience with them.

“Why not call Jongdae?” you ask, knowing he and Sol would let Chanyeol crash on their couch without a second thought.

Chanyeol shakes his head. “I wouldn’t want to get in their way and Jongdae already lined up a few gigs for me so I have a some money. I can’t ask him for more than that.”

His eyes move away from you to gaze out on the street. You recognize the defeated slump in his shoulders and the downward set of his mouth. It’s the look of someone who’s talking themselves into going through a repulsive experience because there is no other choice. You’ve made that kind of decision before.

Before you realize it, you make another choice. “Why don’t you stay with me while you get on your feet?”

Chanyeol’s eyes shoot back to you, so comically wide they remind you of Kyungsoo’s. “What?”

“My roommate had to move back home unexpectedly, so I’ve got a free room and month paid for the next two months, so it can be yours if you want it.”

“Really? You really mean it?”

           “Yeah. I have an extra room, you don’t have a room at all. Jongdae trusts you, so I figure you’re a good guy. Not like you’re going to attack me in the middle of the night or something, right?”

           “No. I’ve never hurt anyone intentionally,” he says in a rush.

           “I wouldn’t think so,” you laugh.

           “But you’d really do that for me? A complete stranger?” he asks as if giving you a chance to take your offer back but hoping you won’t.

           Your smile fades a bit, unpleasant memories lurk towards the surface of your mind. “I promised myself once that if I ever met someone as down on their luck as I was at the time and I was in a better position, I’d do what I could to help them.”

           Chanyeol picks at a lose string on his sleeve as he thinks your proposal over. You wait, shuffling your feet so they don’t get cold.

           “You should know something about me first,” Chanyeol says softly. Avoiding your eyes, he slowly reaches up and takes the brim of his hat between his fingers. After a second’s hesitation, he takes it off.

           Two bright wheat gold colored ears perch on the top of his head, pressed against his hair in anticipation of being rejected. If Chanyeol expected you to be surprised, he’d only be half right. You’d had your suspicions given Jongdae’s special attention and how he never took off his coat in the pub despite the heat that came with a room full of warm bodies.

           “They’re very pretty,” you say.

           Chanyeol lifts his eyes, his fingers stilling from crumpling his hat. You can read the shock there and want to hunt down whoever put that fear and expectation in his head. You also want to hug Chanyeol, to take away some of that hurt, but you’re afraid that may be too much for the poor man just yet.

           When he doesn’t move, you walk over and shoulder his bookbag. The lightness of it makes you feel worse for him, but you mask it quickly. You hate being pitied.

           Instead, you tell him, “Grab your other stuff and we’ll make a run for it, okay? It’s the brown door, right beside the lamppost.”

           Clearly in a daze, Chanyeol picks up his guitar and bag of food, and runs after you across the street, up the stairs to your apartment, and into your life.

           The first time you kiss Chanyeol is on your couch on a warm spring Sunday afternoon made for new beginnings.

           All is quiet when you return from the grocery store, the only sounds drifting inside from the open living room window. Birds chirp as they industriously build a nest on the outcrop of the building roof, cars hum and chortle as they pass below. Spices from the Lebanese restaurant down the street and sugar from Kyungsoo’s Sunday pies at The Foxy Lady mix with the half-pot of coffee you made earlier.

           The grocery bags crinkle loudly on your arm as you step around the pile of shoes in the entryway. Your flats and boots a tumbled mess with Chanyeol’s sneakers and loafers in a cozy, domestic scene that makes you smile.

           That night you let Chanyeol sleep on your couch, you hadn’t expected he’d stay long. Every day he went out looking for work, only to return empty handed. But he never showed his disappointment, shrugging it off with an addictively wide smile and promising to try again the next day so he could start supporting himself. Chanyeol insisted on earning his keep by fixing things around the apartment and occasionally cooking despite your protests that he didn’t need to do anything.

A week turned into a month, a month into two, two months into just over half a year. After Chanyeol found a job at a music store run by Jihoon, a lemur hybrid, it made sense for him to just stay. Your apartment was already home.

           You like having Chanyeol around. He always makes you smile. Every day you come home, he greets you with perked ears and feathery tail wagging. He listens to you talk about your day, sportingly joining in your complaining even though he has no idea what you were talking about or celebrating with you on a raise or just a plain old good day. Then there’s the music.

           There was always music in the apartment with Chanyeol. Every day is an auditory adventure. He has some favorite songs you’ve learned to love too, but otherwise there’s always something different playing. Classic rock, house electronic, acoustic ballads, bubblegum pop. You name the genre, Chanyeol plays it. Your favorite days are the ones the music is Chanyeol’s own.

You’ll bundle yourself into a blanket burrito and sit on his bed to listen to the new songs he composes and records on an old computer. If you are really lucky, Chanyeol plays the songs for you himself on one of his guitars. You’d bought him a new one for his birthday, and he collected broken guitars to fix from work. There’s at least one in every room, even the bathroom for some reason.

By the time you put the groceries down, Chanyeol is still nowhere in sight, but bits of him are spread throughout the apartment.

           The Ironman cookie jar you bought for him at the same secondhand store he bought his bed and desk. The black hoodie haphazardly laying across the back of the couch because although it’s his, you wear it just as often. The cheap neon yellow picture frame he won at a carnival last summer, a picture of the two of you from that same night inside, both wearing matching grins and arms around each other.

           Your eyes slide to Chanyeol’s still closed door. It’s not abnormal for him to sleep late on a weekend off, but after last night, you’re worried.

           It began innocently enough. Dinner out at The Foxy Lady because it was board night, an hours long board-game competition Sol held at the end of every month. You lost horribly to Chanyeol at Sorry in round three, but you had your revenge when Baekhyun beat him at one of the most intense Bananagrams games you’ve ever seen, spectators loudly cheering for their chosen side until they were drowned out by Chanyeol’s agonized losing howl and Baekhyun’s ecstatic victory yips.

           Chanyeol was still sulking when you left, fluffy tail dragging on the ground. “I still say ‘quartzy’ can’t be a real word,” he muttered as he held the door open for you.

           “Jongdae found it in the dictionary, Chanyeol,” you reminded him gently.

           Your friend snorted before looking at you intently. “You’re going to help me practice for next month, right? Like every day. Next time, I’ll be the champion.”

           “We’ll see.”

           “Come on, Y/N,” he whined. He threw an arm around your shoulders and hugged you to his side. “Please? Pretty pretty please with a strawberry on top?”

           You cursed your heart for still beating faster and your nose for wanting to bury itself in his chest. You buried your feelings for Chanyeol a long time ago when your friendship became one you couldn’t live without. But you’re only human and they sometimes pop through. You suspected deep down that they were the reason your dates rarely got a second chance.

“Isn’t it supposed to be a cherry?” you asked wryly.

           “But you don’t like cherries. You like strawberries,” he replied, grinning down at you.

           “Fine, I’ll help. Can you just slow down a bit? I feel like I’m being decapitated.”

           “Oh, sorry.”

Chanyeol shortened his stride to match yours, but kept his arm in place, his hand curled around your arm in easy familiarity. The gesture was almost brotherly in nature and while it wasn’t exactly what you truly wanted, you love physical contact as much as the hybrid beside you.

As you walked past a group of men standing at the street corner and smoking cigarettes, an anonymous voice not so quietly sneered, “Freak.”

The rhythm of Chanyeol’s wagging tail skipped a beat and you felt his body stiffen beside you.

Your temper flared. It had taken a long time for you and the others at The Foxy Lady to help convince Chanyeol being a hybrid was nothing to be ashamed of with as many setbacks as leaps forward. You weren’t about to take some random asshole thinking he was being funny and better by insulting your friend.

You slipped out from Chanyeol’s arm, ignoring his soft murmur of your name to march back to the group of men. “Which one of you said that?”

“What’s it to you, sweetheart?” one of them asked. He sent you a smile you supposed he thought was charming. “Why don’t you lose the mutant and come home with me?”

“The only freak here is you, jackoff,” you hissed. You stepped close enough that discomfort flashed across his face. “You think you’re a big badass man calling another human a derogatory name? Newsflash, you’re not!”

You pointed at Chanyeol who still stood frozen where you left him. “That man is better than you’ll ever be in every single way. Every way, you hear me? All you’re doing by insulting him is proving you’re the subhuman piece of trash who thinks just because someone’s different, that makes them unworthy of common decency and respect. Go home and pick up a damn book so your brain might grow enough to be a human’s.”

For good measure, you plucked the cigarette from his hand and stomped it into the cement before tramping back to Chanyeol.

“Hey, bitch!”

Heavy footsteps came behind you, a hand roughly grabbing your shoulder to spin you around. A raised hand caught the streetlight. Heart stopping, you screwed your eyes shut and brace yourself.

The expected smack never came, a strangled cry sounding instead.

You opened your eyes to Chanyeol’s back. His tail stuck straight out, stiff and unmoving. Peeking around him, you saw your would-be assailant on his knees with Chanyeol’s hand clenched around his wrist.

“Touch her,” Chanyeol growled, the veins in his arm straining against as he tightened his grip, “and I will make sure you regret it.”

Chanyeol waited until the man gave a weak nod, then tossed him aside. He turned away, pausing when his eyes met yours.

An anger hotter than you thought your friend capable of was fading to embers, replaced but another emotion you could not place. When he didn’t move, you grabbed his hand and towed him along behind you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Chanyeol whispered when you got to the apartment door.

You took a deep breath, so your voice and face were calm when you turned around. Meeting his eyes, you said, “Yes, Chanyeol. I did.”

You hadn’t spoken really after that, both going to your own rooms to mull over your own thoughts. You don’t regret standing up for Chanyeol, but you’re worried you made him uncomfortable.

Tiptoeing to his door, you press your ear against it. There’s not a sound except the soft piano Chanyeol plays to help him sleep. You open the door wide enough to slip inside.

The only thing you can see of Chanyeol is the top of his head, dark hair contrasting with his white blanket and pillow. Carefully, you ease yourself down on the bed beside him and drag the covers away from his face. His Rilakkuma doll is still tucked safely in his arms, squished against his cheek.

Affection rises in your chest, tickling your mouth into a smile. “Chanyeol,” you murmur, reaching out to card his mussed hair.

He grumbles something under his breath but doesn’t open his eyes.

Your fingers continue combing his hair, working their way up to one of his ears. You rub the silky fur between your fingers. The gesture is as much for your pleasure as his. A moan rumbles from deep within Chanyeol’s chest and he leans his head into your touch.

His gaze is blurry with sleep when he opens his eyes, but they quickly focus on your face. He smiles. “Morning,” he mumbles, voice deeper than normal with sleep.

“Try afternoon,” you chuckle. You can’t bring yourself to reclaim your fingers as Chanyeol props himself, and continue to ruffle his hair and ears. “I got everything to make your favorite for lunch if you’re hungry. Tonkatsu.”

His smile immediately grows. “You’re the best, Y/N. I’ll help.”

When he grabs the blankets to toss them back and get up, you put a hand on his chest. “No, it’s alright. I’ve got it. You can go back to sleep if you want. I’ll get you when it’s ready. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Alright? Why wouldn’t I-” His confused expression falls into a frown. “Oh.”

“The guy was being a dick to compensate for his not having a satisfactory one, you know. You are not a freak.”

“I know.”

“Good. I’d do it all again, Chanyeol, and I meant every word. You are incredibly important to me.”

You gaze into his eyes, trying to make sure he knows how sincere you are. The plan backfires. You’re suddenly far too aware of him. The depth of his chocolate eyes with golden flecks reflecting the sunlight. The smell of his cologne saturating the blankets, the room. The heavy beat of his heart beneath your hand on the firm muscle of his chest.

Snatching your hand and mind back, you smile and hope Chanyeol didn’t notice the growing charge. “I’ll get you when it’s ready, okay? Go back to sleep.”

Because you need to prove to yourself you’re in control, you lean down to kiss his forehead just as he shifts his body upward, saying “It’s okay, I’ll help.”

Your lips hit his lips instead of his skin. The contact lasts a second, but it leaves both of you frozen, staring at each other.

You scramble for an apology, the power to laugh it off, anything but the silence.

Chanyeol’s eyes flick from yours to your mouth. You have no other warning before his hand shoots up to cup your jaw and drag your lips back to his.

Chanyeol is kissing you. Chanyeol is kissing you. That’s all you manage to think before your body takes over. It sinks against him, seeking his scent, his taste. A high whimper of desire fills your throat as his mouth moves against yours, soft but starved. Kissing him is all you imagined but better. So much better.

With a gasp, Chanyeol pulls away, his hand staying in place, hot against your skin. His chest presses against yours with each pant. “I- I’m- uh…” he blinks several times. “I..”

You surge forward, kissing him again, and draw back just enough so your noses brush. With your eyes closed, you whisper, “You better not be about to say, ‘I’m sorry.’”

“Okay,” you feel him wet his lips, “I was going to say… I’m, um, surprised?”

“You’re surprised? You’re the one who kissed me on purpose first.”

“Oh, yeah.” Chanyeol laughs and falls back onto his pillow, a hand over his eyes. He peeks between his fingers. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” You swing your legs up and lie down on your side next to him. “Is that something you’ve been wanting to do for a while?”

“Kinda.”

“Since when?”

“Since that night a few months ago when you fell asleep on me while we were watching El Dorado.”

You remember that night. A little. El Dorado was one of your favorite movies and Chanyeol was a quick convert. But it had been a long week, and one moment you were watching Chel seducing Tulio, and the next you rolling over in bed to sunlight peeking through the window. You thought you’d just walked yourself to your room in a stupor, but maybe not.

“I didn’t even notice you were asleep until your head hit my shoulder,” Chanyeol continues. He glances up at you, then away with a gentle smile. When he speaks, there are many little pauses, as if he’s lost in his own memory and has to savor it. “Then I looked down and… I don’t know. It was like I was seeing you for the first time. I couldn’t breathe. You were soft and perfect and beautiful. Your lips had this little pout, like you were upset at yourself for falling asleep during your favorite movie. All I wanted to do was kiss it away, but…. I didn’t. I just picked you up and tucked you into your bed.”

“And didn’t say anything after?”

“You’d just broken up with what’s-his-name, the freakishly tall one obsessed with Harry Potter. I’m not a jerk.”

“Seungjun. And he was the same height as you, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol shrugs it off.

“Would it freak you if I said I started liking you that first night at The Foxy Lady?” You chuckle at his dropped jaw and perked ears. You close his mouth with a finger. “You were super cute and talented; can you blame me?”

“Do you still think I’m super cute and talented?” he asks, glancing at you through his eyelashes with a teasing smile. He whines when you smack his shoulder.

“What do you think? I kissed you back, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” Chanyeol laughs and flips onto his side as well. His eyes roam your face and his voice lowers. “Yeah, you did.”

           “What?” you ask when the corner of his mouth twitches.

           “I’m just now remembering something Sol said.”

           “And what did Sol say?”

           “She caught me watching you one night and you know her. She got everything out of me. When I told her I wasn’t going to say anything, she told me impossible things have a way of happening anyway. Guess she was right.”

           “Sol’s always right,” you giggle. “I’m really glad this wasn’t her exception.”

           “Me too. So… why didn’t you say anything?”

           “Well, at first it was because I didn’t want you thinking I was trying to take advantage of you or something and you were still getting your life together; you didn’t need a relationship to complicate that even more. Then, I just didn’t want to risk losing you.” It’s a relief to get it all out, like a flood finally released from a dam.

           “I didn’t want to lose you either. You’re one of my best friends.” Chanyeol tentatively reaches out to outline your face with a finger. “Guess I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend.”

           “Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat.”

           He laughs and tugs you into his arms, rubbing his cheek against your hair. Your hands slide behind his back and curl up to his shoulders, your leg hooking around Chanyeol’s hip to bring him closer. His tail brushes your calf as it gleefully thumps against the mattress.

           “You remembered,” he says.

           “You only play it like every other day,” you retort.

           “I do not.”

           “Okay, maybe it’s one of my favorites to hear you play then.”

           “I’ll play it every single day if you want.”

           Laughing and shaking your head, you wiggle enough to tilt your head back and look at his face. “You could play anything and I’d love it.”

           “Anything? Even ‘It’s a Small World’?” Chanyeol grins playfully and squeezes you. He starts singing, “It’s a small world after all, it’s-”

           His voice goes immediately silent when you press your lips against his again. But you become as lost in the kiss as he is, the leisurely rhythm of it more addictive than any song you’ve heard. Pressed against his warmth, sinking into it. When you sluggishly pull away, his eyes are still closed, mouth slightly parted.

           “Any song but that one,” you whisper lightly.

           Chanyeol’s lips slowly curve in a smile and his eyes open at the same speed like a lazy dog waking up from a nap in the sunshine. His fingers tap a beat against your spine. “I think one’s coming to me right now. If I’d known kissing you would be conducive to my composing, I’d have done it a long time ago.”

           “Then kiss me again.”

           Chanyeol is humming when your lips meet again, some melody that’s new and exciting and somehow, it’s already your new favorite song.

You hung your coat and switch shoes to get in the house. You knew Sehun and the baby would be asleep by now. With a small smile you went to the kitchen to prepare food. After a while hearing noises coming from your behind, you looked back to the person you love with the baby in his arms. The baby looked at you greeting with great enthusiasm before asking, “When is mama coming?” Your smile faltered. That’s right, you’re just a mere worker who helps around with chores, not part of the family. At least Sehun was happy, because isn’t it all that matters?

passing skies

↳ prompt: vampire!johnny

pairing: johnny seo | reader genre: fantasy au / fluff word count: 1,542 description: the K-line has become that of a sanctuary for you and other Night creatures, but somehow the one person you’ve found thee most comfort in is the same one you haven’t said so much as “hello” to. at least until now.

Seeing him again is still like the first time.

He dawns a rumpled jean jacket so worn that the collar merely lies limp, no longer crisp and folded as it was that first week. That mop of brunet tendrils refuse to stay out of his eyes, falling just above his lids but you swear his lashes are practically kissing the tip, and still there’s a particular impishness to them. His eyes always drawn to the window. You’re still not sure what he sees, whether there’s really something he’s searching for or if the sky is telling him things no one else can hear. All you know is the fading lavender and blurring tawny are beautiful.

The rest of the bus’s occupants are in their own worlds, enthralled by their own companions with stories you only hear snippets of. Their anecdotes only somewhat registering through the tsunami waves wrecking across the expanse of your chest.

I’m going to talk to him today. You take one more side glance at him and feel your throat tighten. Fuck. Maybe next week.

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Virgin In Furs: Prologue

Author’s Note: happy birthday to the sun! ive had this in the works since july lmao. the prologue is first person but the rest of the story will continue with second person pov. Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: fashion industry!au; model/photographer@!au; romance; angst; smut Rating (this chapter): R Warnings: dark themes; mentions of drugs; mentions of an overdose Word Count: 1,554

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What I’m about to tell you is going to hurt. It will hurt so deeply, you will feel as though your soul has begun to fissure. From the start, I’d like to tell you this is normal. You should enjoy the hurt, for there is little beyond this brief, fleeting brush of adrenaline.

This story will live inside you, curling around your ribs to fester and rot; willfully taking up residence in spaces you did not know existed within your lungs. It will corrode your goodness, your innocence, hungry for your kindness with an urgency bordering on ravenous, until all that is left is a jaded cynicism aching for ignorance.

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Virgin In Furs (Masterlist)

Author: @yeoltidecarol Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: fashion industry!au; smut; romance Summary: As a photographer for Vogue, Bazaar, Marie Claire, and countless others you’ve seen a lot of shit. You’ve seen a lot of shit and you’ve seen a lot of people. Everyone in the industry is the same - adult children looking for drugs and looking to be worshipped. People bore you. Until one day, you meet him. And nothing in your life is the same again. Rating: M (PG-13 - NC-17) Warnings: drug use; explicit language; dark themes; themes of unhealthy relationships; explicit sex; dirty talk; breath play; come play; dominating themes; degrading language; bondage; mutual masturbation; biting; orgasm denial

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Bittersweet Love pt. 2

Summary: this is the second part to bittersweet Love. I’m not sure what is even going on at this point in the story/series but I need to post it before I change it completely again 😂

Genre: angst, some smut (do not read if under 18)

Word count: 2k+

Idol: Chanyeol Exo

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader

What was once a beautiful Autumn was over before you knew it. The leaves were falling, clouds covered the sky, and temperatures dropped. 2 months later and you still felt the same. You felt empty and pathetic. Christmas was coming and it made you spiteful. You hated walking down the street and seeing a couple holding hands and playing all cutesy. It made you sick to your stomach to see them all happy when you weren’t. Sure, just last year you were exactly like them. That’s what made you hate it even more.

You wore your warmest sweater layered with a thick black coat on top. A red scarf contrasting the deep black jeans. You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror as you made your way out the door. You put on little makeup, you just didn’t have the energy for it. You didn’t have much energy for anything anymore. Today however, you actually managed to get yourself dressed in something besides week old clothes.

Today was the day you were going to see him. It’s been 2 months since you saw his face and heard his voice. You felt your stomach churn as you thought about what you were going to say 20 minutes from now. Chanyeol offered to go with you for emotional support, but you knew that this was your problem. Something you had to face for yourself.

You left your house and made your way down to the cafe the two of you used to go to every weekend. It was like a ritual where you two sat every Saturday morning, talking about mindless things. You looked around as you walked, everything seemed so different now. It felt foreign to you, as if you were in a completely different place. The people and the streets seemed less…colorful. You remembered the days where the two of you walked and laughed as you made your way home from dinner on date night.

You arrived at the cafe, looking into the clear walls. You could see him already.

Byun Baekhyun.

You could see him sitting in your usual seat. He was wearing a tan jacket he got a few years ago at a christmas party. You always loved how it looked on him, especially when he wore a clean black hoodie underneath. You could tell he cut his hair a little shorter than he usually did, which only happens when he had a important meeting or a family reunion. His jeans looked newer and his shoes were definitely newer. He always wore the same beat up pair on converse, but today he wore a fresh new pair.

You nose burned as you breathed in the cold air. You could feel your lungs expanding with every breath you took. You took small steps into the cafe, hesitating as you opened the door. It wasn’t until you were in fully inside where your eyes met his.

Emotions ran through your body like they never had before. Feelings you were trying to suppress the last few months felt new again.

You were quiet as you made your way to him, sitting across from Baekhyun. You stared at the table as you sat, words running a million miles a second in your head. He had already ordered your favorite coffee, but by the time you got to drinking it, it was cold. He must’ve gotten here way earlier and waited.

It felt weird as the two of you sat in silence. You never imagined this day would come. The day were you sat across from him and it wasn’t to talk about what’s for dinner or if they need anything from the store on your way home.

“How are you?” He asked, coughing slightly as he spoke. You jumped out of nervousness as he spoke.

“I’ve been better. What about you?”

“Been better. How are things going at work? Did you get that promotion you thought you were?” He asked genuinely. He was always a good listener and cared about what you had to say. It was what made you love him so much. Why did he have to be so nice to you?

“No. I ended up missing too much work and they thought I was becoming unreliable. Guess that’s what happens when you feel like the word is falling apart. You cry and drink yourself away, not even nothing to call in sick” You said, not able to hide the sarcasm in your voice.

“Y/N…I don’t…” Baekhyun said, guilt written all over his face. You knew it wasn’t his fault, but you were so tired that you ended up taking it out on him.

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine, I’m not blaming you. I just…I don’t know what to say or what to feel. Hell, I know even know how to look you in the face anymore. I don’t blame you for leaving, I really don’t. But it still hurts” You cried out.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. It’s too soon. Not just for you, but for me too.” He started to shake his head, contemplating the idea of leaving was clear in his voice. You could see his leg shaking uncontrollably.

“What about you? How have you dealt with all this? Because you look a lot better than me right now” You scoffed.

“Actually, I got fired for my job for doing exactly what you did. Only in my case, my boss doesn’t like me and think im not too pretty to fire.”

“Baek…” You felt even more horrible for knowing what you caused. It wasn’t just a break-up, it was everything. You ruined everything, including his life.

“Don’t blame yourself either. I knew what I had coming to me when I left. It’s funny, I knew you were in love with him before you did and I still got so angry” He laughed. You started at him as he tried to hold back from laughing sadly as he playing with his coffee cup.

“It’s not like that.” You justified.

“Then what is it like?” His tone went serious as he asked, looking you right in the eyes.

“He’s-he’s like family to me.” You stuttered, the serious tone in his voice felt like he was shaking your core.

“You’ve said that, a lot actually. We both know you love him more than that”

“It doesn’t matter. And it doesn’t mean I didn’t love you any less. I was ready to give you everything and you couldn’t believe me.” You said as quiet as a whisper, tears now falling down onto your cheeks. You quickly wiped them away, not wanting to see him breakdown like this. The last thing you wanted him to do was pity you.

“I… I just don’t want to see you and him together and think about… what could happen if something went wrong with us. If we got into a fight and you went to him and-” He stumbled. Pain struck through your chest as you thought of how he must’ve felt, all the insecurities.

How many times during the fights the two of you had during the years had he felt this? Did he not trust you at all? All the times you stuck by him during the worst fights, refusing to leave.

“I don’t blame you or resent you. I know you would’ve given up everything for me. Having a family, have kids. It’s my own problem that I can’t accept it…can’t accept him so close to you.”

“But why after so long? What changed?” You questioned. There was no way it could go this long and just for it to change so suddenly.

“Because he did… We got drunk last year at a party I invited him too and when my friends were asking about you…he spoke up instead. The way he was talking about you and the way he describes you… it was as if he was your boyfriend, not me.”

“He’s my best friend, he should be talking good about me.” You laughed, not fully grasping the concept.

“It wasn’t just fondness he was expressing, Y/N.”

“ Why didn’t you tell me anything then? Or at least-”

“He doesn’t even remember the conversation, Y/N. I tried to let it go, thinking it was just drunk talk. But ever since then…I’ve see how he looks at you. How much detail he pays attention to. He loves you… and I really did love you. I still do. But I know that if it came down to him or me, you’d choose him.”

You didn’t say another word as you walked out of the cafe. The walk home was a blur to you. You were too focused on what baekhyun had been saying to you to even realize what was going on around you. You couldn’t wrap your head around what he was saying. How could he be in love with you? After this long? There was no way.You’ve seen how many girls he’s been with, how many he thought he was ‘in love’ with.

Hell, he was the one who introduced you to Baekhyun. The two used to work together after college and he thought he was the perfect man for you. Why would he do that if he was in love with… you.

You decided it was best to brush off the whole conversation with Baekhyun. Even if he did love you, there was no way it could work. I mean, he’s your best friend… right? Plus, did you even know you loved him. He always had a special place in your heart, but was it more than friendship?

You dropped off your bags on the counter and ran a bath. All you needed was some time to think and relax. You made a big step today. You saw Baekhyun and didn’t run away. There’s no need to scare yourself anymore than you already had. Just focus on the present.

Hours passed as you distract yourself. You did face masks, cleaned the house spotless, watched movies, and even started reading a book. Anything to keep your mind off things.

You ran out of things to possibly do, so you decided to do what most people did when they were bored.

masturbate.

Your thought went wild with imagination. Images of Chanyeol popped into your mind as you went. You fell into a trance as your fantasies ran wild with him. Bending you over onto your stomach, grabbing your ass with both hand as he slipped inside of you. You felt each push in your core. You embraced the visions of him grabbing your hair as he thrusts inside of you, grunts leaving his mouth. It felt so real, as if you could feel him throbbing inside of you.

His name slipped through your lips as you pictured him. Your voice getting louder and louder the closer you came. You lost control of your own voice. Your mind went crazy as you felt your body tingling.

“Did you call- oh my god.”

You opened your eyes to see Chanyeol standing in front of you, mouth wide open. Your screamed in surprise as you rushed to cover yourself with a blanket.

“W-hat are you doing here? When did you get here?” You stumbled, unable to process what was happening.

“I came by to see how you were doing after Baekhyun and the door was unlocked and I heard you yell my name so I thought maybe-“ He rambled. You could tell he was just as embarrassed as you at this point.

“Just…leave so I can get dressed…okay?” You said, obviously stressed. He nodded his head as he walked out and closed the door behind him.

Oh god, how were you going to explain this. You couldn’t even explain it to yourself why you were thinking of him. It just seemed so natural at the moment. Why were you even thinking of him? It must of been what Baekhyun was saying. You couldn’t help but think of him all day since, so that must be it.

You quickly got dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts. You splashed your face with cold water before going to face him. The cold water stung your face with reality as it hit you. You walked into the living room and saw him sitting silently on the couch. You took a seat next to him, hands in your lap. It seemed like forever that the two of you sat there in silence.

“So…” you said, breaking the silence. He jumped as you spoke, trying to cover it up with a cough.

“I’m sorry, I thought you heard me walk in…” he said swiftly as he stood up to pace around the room.

“It’s not your fault. I should’ve been paying more attention I suppose…” You chuckled, trying to lighten the situation even a little bit. He looked at you with confusion, making it obvious that it didn’t work.

“It’s your house, not mine. I probably shouldn’t just walk in like that.” He said, pacing faster now. You could tell by the look on his face that he was dying to know. Know why you were saying his name.

“Stop pacing around. I can already tell what you want to know.” You sighed, hands rubbing your face. He calmed down and took a seat next to you once again.

“Why did you say my name? W-were you thinking of me while you” he stuttered.

“Why do you think? I think we both know why.” You mumbled. You wouldn’t dare to look him in the face. Your face was bright red by now, who knows what his looked like.

“You’re my best friend-“

“I know that! I don’t even know why I was thinking of you fucking me senseless and making me scream your name! That dream was the best I’ve felt in months.”

“ Oh my god, this is bad. This is just because of what Baekhyun said. I can’t be-“ you screamed, catching him off guard as you stood. You turned to see his face, now bright red as well.

“What did he say to you?” He asked, concerned. He stood and held your shoulders as he looked at you straight. You stared at him back as you tried to figure out what to say.

“C-Chanyeol, I can’t. It doesn’t matter.” You finally spoke, shaking his grip off.

“Y/N! Tell me.” He said in a serious tone. The nervousness left his voice as he spoke.

“He said you were in love with me… and I You. Since he told me, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and maybe-“ you muttered, trying to justify the means.

“Are you in love with me?” He wrapped his hands around your face once more, looking at you more serious than you’ve probably ever seen him.

“I don’t know.” You said quiet, almost as if it was a whimper. You were confused. You knew he was more than a friend but not sure what else he really was.

“Then stop me if you don’t.” Was the last he said before his lips met yours.

Bittersweet Love

Summary: He was your best friend and he was the love of your life. (Debating on making a series or not on this)

Idol: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Word count: 2k

Genre: angst

Pounding on the door was the first thing you heard as you woke up. Your head was splitting and you were ready to kill whoever dared to be standing on the other side of that door. You groaned as you dragged yourself out of bed and made your way to the door, dreading every decision you made the night before with every step you took. Passing the mirror on the wall, you saw how much of a mess you really looked like. Your hair looked like a caveman’s and as if its never been brushed. Wearing only a extra large t-shirt, underwear, and no pants. You reeked like alcohol and vomit, gagged as you smelled your own breath. You looked just as bad as you felt, like shit.You tried to brush your hair out of your face as you approached the door. You looked over to clock on the stove as you passed the kitchen, 8:00 am. Who exactly in their right mind would be knocking on your door this early in the morning you cried quietly to yourself.

“Who the hell-” You spoke angrily, opening the door. Your eyes starting squinting as the sunlight hit your face, burning them. You suddenly felt about a thousand times worse.

“Well, well. Look who decided to get out of bed today” the man said laughing. You immediately recognized the voice, cursing yourself for answering the door. He was the last person you needed to deal with, even more so hungover.

“Chanyeol. What are you doing here.” You said flatly, clearly annoyed by the smirky attitude. You looked up the man, seeming the smile on his face. He knew what kind of night you just had and most likely thought he couldn’t miss the aftermath.

“You really think I would miss this?” He said, as he passed you and made his way into your kitchen. “You decided to go on a drinking binge last night. As your dearest best friend, I simply have to be here the next to pick up the pieces.”

Chanyeol was your best friend since primary and you, his. Whenever one was in a crisis, the other would come to the rescue. When you lost your lab project senior year, he helped you copy everything into a new file in order to graduate. When he got caught cheating on his ex-ex-ex-girlfriend, you were there to keep the claws from breaking out. Both of your families grew up together, so you guys did too. Both families went camping every summer together, and had barbeques in the backyard every holiday.

That was, until his parents decided to get divorced and not only split up their family, but yours too. Your mom took his moms side and your dad, his. While his parents lived separately and non speaking terms, yours argued about how it’s unloyal to the other to see the other one. It wasn’t until years later that it was resolved and just didn’t talk about them anymore in the house. It all went down during you and Chanyeol’s 2nd year in high school. That’s when he became the fuckboy of the school and started to get in trouble. To avoid being home, he stayed at his “girlfriend’s” houses. Over half the time when he wasn’t at school, he was in a girl. He came to school drunk everyday for what seemed to be months. It pained you every time you saw Chanyeol hungover. When he was home, you stayed up with him all night while he cried listening to his parents in the other room at each other throats. It felt as if they were your parents too with how things went down.

You sat at the table by the kitchen, watching him as he worked on what seemed to be hangover soup. 25 years of friendship, and you couldn’t count how many times he’s made it. You’d think with all the practice he would be a chef by now, but it still tasted horrible.

“Has he called you back yet?” He questioned. You could hear the concern in his voice as he asked.

You looked down at your hands, unable to answer. You messed up big time. There was no way he was ever going to call you back. Or ever again. Flashbacks of the fight you had with him a few days ago flooded your mind. You could feel the tears start to swell in your eyes. You didn’t know what to say at this point except that he’s not calling back.

“I need to go shower. I smell horrible” You said as your voice trembled.

“You do. Hurry up, the food will be ready soon” He spoke quickly, rushing you off to go shower. You knew that he realized that you were on the verge of breaking down. You knew that he was worried and scared for you. You have yet to tell him anything, except for a phone call a few nights ago saying he left. You’ve drank yourself away the past week since. You used your vacation time at work and refused to leave the house except to buy more alcohol and maybe a cup of noodles to keep the drinks down.

You started the shower and stripped off your clothes as you stepped into the water, burning the skin with hot water. The water mixed with your tears as they started to stream down your face. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, it was too painful. You crouched down onto the shower floor as the water hit your back. You could picture the memories you had together with him. The two of you holding hands while visiting the carnival. The way you laughed together at the stupid comedy shows they have at the shop down the street on saturday nights. Him bringing you coffee while you were studying for finals in university. The way he held you and made you feel safe when you had a nightmare. You hated yourself for what you did to him. There was no chance of him ever talking to you again. It was your fault. You loved him with everything you had, but in the end, you couldn’t choose him.

“Why can’t you just be honest with yourself?” He screamed

“I love you. I love you with everything I have, why won’t you believe me?” You cried, trying to get through to him.

“I believe you. You do love me. But not like that, you don’t like me like you love him. I don’t think you ever will.” He said, now crying as he spoke.

“What are you talking about? Chanyeol is like family to me. I love him, but not like how I love you. I want to spend my life with you. Build a family, buy a house. I don’t want that with him, only you.” You pleaded.

“I don’t want to be the one you CHOOSE. I want to be the ONLY one you love and think about. Is that so much to ask for? He spoke, as the palms of his hands rubbed his swollen, red face.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked.

“Pick. Me or him?”

You didn’t even remember if you washed your hair or your body, you were zoned out until you heard Chanyeol knocking on the door telling you the food was ready. You turned off the water and tried to regain your composure. You dried yourself and dressed yourself in an oversized sweater and leggings. You didn’t want to leave the house but knowing him, he was going to drag you somewhere and claim its for your own good. You put on a little makeup under your eyes to cover the puffiness, not wanting to look as pitiful as you felt. Tying your hair in a bun, you reached for the hair clip you always used. It was a simple gold colored hair clip with a butterfly on the end. You looked down, remembering when he gave it to you on your 3rd anniversary. It burned in your hand as you looked at it. You put it down and let your hair flow down past your shoulders. You couldn’t bring yourself to use it, not after everything that happened. You sighed as you left the bathroom and made your way back to the kitchen.

You saw him setting up the table, bringing over the pot of soup. You could already tell that you should figure out something to eat after this. You sat at the table and waited for him to bring everything over before you started. If there was anything that bothered him, it was when people started eating before everyone was at the table. He finished up in the kitchen and sat the table, smiling happily at the food placed before him. You both dug right in and started to eat. He seemed to be fine eating it, but you choked a little as you swallowed the first sip. You only made it halfway through the bowl, a very small bowl, before you said you were full. He was still eating while you took your bowl to the kitchen and started to wash the dishes. You were halfway through the dishes when he finally spoke up.

“So are you ever going to tell me why you two fought? You guys have been together for 5 years. I’ve never seen a fight this bad between you two” He said, making you freeze up as the water from the faucet flooded the bowl. You couldn’t tell him the truth, but you couldn’t lie. He always knew when you would lie. It was if the man was a walking lie detector.

“What can I say, people grow up and they change. He wanted something I didn’t and he left. Simple as that.” You said, barely managing to get the words out without.

“I don’t get it. You guys were perfectly fine a few weeks ago and now all of a sudden you guys break up? The doesn’t happen that quickly after 5 years. You guys went through so much together” He questioned, obviously angrier than before because he knows that you aren’t going to tell him easily.

“What do you want me to tell you-” You started to speak as you turned around to see Chanyeol right behind you, handing you his bowl. You took it from his hands as you turned to continue washing.

“I don’t know, maybe the truth. I even tried calling him myself and he won’t answer my calls. I just want to help, okay” He said, defeated. You felt the anger bubble inside you as he kept asking you.

“There’s nothing to help anymore! He’s gone, and i’m fine. I’m going to be fine. Yes, it hurts like fucking hell, Chanyeol. I want to cry and scream my lungs out! But what can I do? He’s gone and he’s not coming back” You snapped, slamming the plates in the sink. You felt one of the now broken plate cut your finger. You cursed yourself as you reached in the next cabinet to get a band aid. Tears trickled down your face as the put the band aid on.

“It’s my fault, I pushed him away. I couldn’t make the decision he wanted, so I made him leave. I love him with everything I have, but I still pushed him away.” You cried, falling to the floor slowly. Chanyeol joined you on the floor, now holding you as you cried into this arms. You felt safe in his arms, which made it hurt more.

“You can’t blame yourself. A relationship is a two-way street. If you didn’t want what he did, then instead of leaving, he should have talked it out” He tried to reason.

“There is no middle ground with this one.” You cried out. He held you for what seemed to be hours, until you passed out from exhaustion in his arms.

You woke up in your bed, looking over to the clock. 12:00pm. You figured that he most likely left. You got up and walked to the bathroom, washing your face with cold water to wake you up. Right as you started the water, you heard a burst of laughter from the other room. You made your way to the living room, seeing Chanyeol eating a bag of popcorn and laughing at a stupid prank show on cable.

You watched him from the other side of the room quietly. You knew that it was going to be difficult from now on. You didn’t want to admit that he was right about how you felt about Chanyeol. But you knew it was true. Deep down, you knew what you felt for him was more than a best friend. You knew that you didn’t want to ruin what you have so you have to keep it to yourself, to protect yourself.

If you lose him, you lose everything.

self control

park chanyeol x reader

wc - 1.5k // rated M for sexual themes

author - admin C, gif is not mine.

companion playlist here // requests

Ear-shattering bass thrummed through your body like you were touching a live wire, strobe lights flashing and making everyone look like a celebrity in the dimness of it all. You saw your boyfriend pressed against a blonde about fifteen minutes ago, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about him. The truth was, you were done with him a long time ago, but it was much better to be with someone than without anyone at all.

You always allowed him to drag you to the club, pulling you from the comforts of home and sweatpants, for the very reason of seeing the entertainment. Feeling your dress pull a little higher up on your thighs, you craned your neck forward, watching.

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Accidents happen

Demon!Chanyeol x Witch!Reader

Neighbor AU

Humor. I hope.

Drabble? 800 ish words

Chanyeol’s point of view to xone later.

It was an accident.

Really.

You hadn’t meant to summon a demon, but one, one misdrawn rune later and suddenly there is an incredibly tall sweaty demon wearing what appeared to be sweatpants and a tank top standing in your living room growling at you, his eyes black as night.

“You know? I know they say the infernal realm is sweltering, but I kinda thought your lot could handle the heat. Are you okay? Are you sick or something for you to be sweating like that? Will some water help? Here let me get you a bottle of water… its the least I could do since I’ve apparently summoned you from your sickbed. I also have soup if you want? Do demons even eat? I also have a couple of  healing potions stocked up but I’m not sure if they would work on your physiology but you are more than welcome to them if you think they would help.”

You were babbling but you couldn’t help it. It was a reflex response to nervousness and you tended to get flustered around attractive men. Kind of like the demon in your living room who’s expression had gone from irritation to a bemused sort of smirk, and damn if that look didn’t make your belly do cartwheels. Making your way to the small kitchenette in your relatively small apartment, you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“I really am sorry for this. If you could give me a minute or two, I can figure out where my spell went wrong and send you back home.” Holding out the water bottle to the demon you gestured to your couch. “Please, have a seat. I’m Y/N by the way.” You told the man in front of you. You didn’t give him your true name of course, no one did that, names had too much power.  

You started to get uneasy standing there your arm outstretched waiting for the demon standing inside your circle to come to some sort of a decision. You weren’t stupid, demons could be vindictive and hated to be summoned. You would hate to be ripped from your day to day life by the whim of some jumped up mage as well.  You also knew there was no way to fight him if he decided to take offense, you weren’t that powerful, summoned demon aside. No, you decided it was best to be kind and hoped that garned the same. You lived your life by the Rede and the Law and that wasn’t about to change now. Sure you slipped up sometimes what witch hadn’t? But still… in all things harm none. You had to at least attempt to fix this mistake.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the demon spoke. “I’m not sick, I was working out. And it’s Chanyeol.” he said, stepping out from the line of herbs demarking your circle. Grabbing the bottle from your hands he nodded his thanks before popping the cap off and chugging the water.

As you stared at the sight before you, you made a mental note to offer up thanks to the Goddesses for this blessing.  You also made a note to check your lineage for any vampiric ancestors, because between watching his adam’s apple bob up and down with each swallow and the line of sweat running down the side of his neck, all you wanted to do was bite into it and mark him.

“It’s impolite to stare, witchling.” Chanyeol said, his voice full of unrestrained humor at your dazed expression.

Crap. He caught you staring. And when did he finish the water? Talk about the demonic thrall. “Still thirsty? I can get you another one?” You blurted out. Closing your eyes, you attempted to fight the natural pull most demons had. Chanyeol was right, staring most certainly wasn’t polite. Especially under these circumstances.

The sound of his laughter at your comment was almost enough to pull you back under thrall but you managed to keep your eyes closed long enough to regain your composure.

“So my little witchling where are we? How far away from home am I? Hmm?” It should be a sin for someone’s voice to be that deep, you thought as Chanyeol began poking around your apartment with an almost childlike curiosity.

Watching as he examined your bookshelves, he picked up one of your grimoires and idly started flipping through it. Belatedly realizing you were once again staring, you cleared your throat to garner his attention. Rattling off your address, you didn’t expect the sudden grin to spread across his face.

“Really. That’s where we are right now?” he laughed out.

Confused, you told him “Yes?”

“Oh this is too much. Well, little witchling I think I can solve the dilemma of getting me home. But first, that offer of soup. Is it still on the table?”

“Yeeess???”

“Good. How about instead of soup we make it dinner, tonight my treat?”

Realization dawning on you, you asked, “I didn’t summon you from the infernal realm did I?”

“Nope.”

Pursing your lips and nodding your head at his answer, you continued, “ So I summoned you from… where was it again?”

There it was again, the face splitting grin.The black eyes filled with laughter. You almost dreaded his answer, it was sure to be embarrassing.

“The apartment across the hall. Hello neighbor.”

perfume

Genre: …angst. unhealthy amount of it. fluff if you squint. 

Word count: 2.5k

Pairing: Seo Youngho x Reader 

Warning: trigger warning. a lot. Cheating, cursing, relationship problems. 

You have never been the type to mind being alone; no, you have always appreciated the times when you could sit down and think through your day with a glass of Bourgogne Chardonnay held delicately in your hands, soft jazz playing in the background with the faint noises made by the speeding cars below your apartment. No, you didn’t mind it. These were times when you have gotten to know yourself, your real self. On special days, you would have your half-filled black Moleskin notebook open, laying on the wooden kitchen table, and you would write paragraphs and paragraphs about what made you happy, what made you stressed, what made you furious that day.

It was a wonderful five years after you moved away from home, spent alone, figuring yourself out, all you quirk, all your moods. And yes, you had days when you were piss drunk with a friend, and yes, you cried yourself into a mess above a bowl of ice cream on the cold kitchen tile with her, complaints flowing out of your mouth nonstop about how you will never find true love and how you will become a cranky old lady living with her cats, Eduardo and Ferrero. Those desperate cries did however turn into uncontrollable and hysterical laughter, with small tears streaming from both of your eyes. You loved it to no end, you loved taking care of yourself, having calm and crazy nights, with nothing restraining you. You truly felt like the world was yours for the taking.

And that was until you met Seo Youngho. Until that very cliché first meeting happened, with you being late to work and turning on a corner too fast, spilling your burning hot coffee onto his seemingly expensive suit. Until you dragged him with you to the nearest shop where you could buy him a new one, no matter the amount that was withdrawn from your bank account. Until he asked for your phone number, and until he had taken you out on your first date. Small coffee dates turned into late night dinners in magical restaurants, a candle lit between the two of you.

And then before you knew it, he moved in with you, making breakfast – more like hunching over something in the pan - if he had time in the morning, making sweet love to you almost every night. If you were happy while you lived alone, you were gleaming, dazzling in happiness, and you thanked every single being high above in the clouds that out of all the people in the world, you got the chance to meet, befriend and love him. You thanked for that small, fluttering feeling in your stomach every time you looked at him, every time he looked at you. Even when he grabbed his hair in frustration or bit his lower lip to hold in words that might cut a bit too deep into you, you never questioned his, or your own love. You thought it would go on like this forever, that these golden days, weeks, months, years, will go on for as long as you lived.

And oh, how wrong; how terribly wrong you were.

He told you that he was going to stay out for a little longer, because the workload turned into much more than he expected. You didn’t mind, it was life, right? People working extra hours to earn enough, coming home exhausted but still happy because someone was waiting for them at home. And so, you really didn’t mind him staying longer in his office, you made sure there was warm food on the counter when he got home, you made sure the right side of your shared bed was neat and clean, so he would only need to take a quick shower before falling face first into the sheets.

He was thankful, you saw it in the way he looked at you; with eyes gleaming in silent gratitude, with his forehead nuzzled deeply into either your neck or your stomach. You felt it when his fingertips grazed your arm after reaching out to you from his chair – even when he made those sometimes awfully over salted chicken soups when you lay in bed, on the edge of losing your mind just because you couldn’t breathe from the flu.

It happened on December 19th, you clearly remembered. The snow had just stopped falling from the sky, leaving a thin layer of powder on every inch of the street, on the rooftops and the thick branches of the trees down below. Your cosy apartment was filled with the lingering smell of gingerbread you have baked an hour before. Seated in the pillow covered window, you let your mind wander off as you stared outside, your laptop buzzing numbly on your thighs. It was past 11pm now, and Youngho still had not gotten home.

However, just as the thought crossed your mind, you saw a dark Toyota stopping at your small driveway. For a minute nothing happened, then your boyfriend stepped out of it, with a delicate smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows - neither of you had a Toyota, and you remembered that Youngho left in the morning with his own car.

He didn’t notice you sitting in the window as he pulled the warm coat together on his body, a protection against the strong, cold wind. He waved goodbye to the car that sped away, then entered the apartment complex.

You soon heard the jingling sounds of his keys and so you put your laptop aside to stand and greet him. His smile dazzled in the dim lights of the living room when he looked at you. Standing on your tiptoes you pressed a tiny peck on his lips, your arms encircling his waist. The familiar feeling of him filled your senses, with the typical smell of his clothes –

His smell.

He smelled different than he did usually, and the smile you had on your face turned into a small frown as you caught a whiff of a distant, foreign feminine perfume on his white shirt. You first thought that it was yours, but you quickly disposed the idea, for you didn’t like strong and overly spicy perfumes. And then you remembered the car that was neither his or yours.

He must have gotten a ride home from one of his female co-workers, you thought, repeated like a never ending mantra in your head as you quickly replaced your frown with another smile – you could only hope he didn’t see the swiftness of your mood change.

“I made gingerbread.” You whispered, not daring to break that small, fragile silence between you as his arms encircled your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head. The aroma of the perfume lingered in your nostrils, still, as if it was trying to mock, trap you into its own world.

“Perfect,” he murmured back into the soft material of his shirt, and carefully shaking his arms off, you quickly strode towards the kitchen, leaving you with uncertain thoughts swirling in the back of your mind.

You didn’t expect to smell the perfume anytime soon, but you did, not even two weeks later.

He said he will be away for long again because his company will be celebrating a milestone they had achieved. His smile was soft, kind, but his gaze was sort of distant – staring into the lazy, curtain like snow outside your window. That look of his lingered in your thoughts even after you struggled to close your eyes and force some kind of magical darkness on them – just so you can then give into the deep sleep you have been craving for the past two weeks, a sleep that was yet to come. Still, even with your mind playing tricks with you – like smelling that spicy perfume even above the noodles you cook – and even with this obvious and yet distant thought lingering in your mind; you made his bed, fluffed his pillow and laid out his clothes for the next day.

Soon after your poor attempts to sleep, the familiar, jingling sound of his keychain echoed in your ears. He open and closed the door quieter than usual, untying his shoes instead of kicking them off. When he quietly slipped into your shared bedroom, you kept your eyes closed, unmoving, pretending to be asleep already. Your little pretend and not-so-strictly worn attitude wore off however, when he shuffled under the covers, and snaked a lazy arm around your stomach.  A smile crept its way upon your lips, and you were just about to turn around and wrap your arms around his bare torso in return, but the strong smell of citrus and cinnamon hit you, and you realized it was the same strong perfume you smelled on him two weeks ago.

So, you didn’t move for the rest of the night.

The powerful smell of the perfume haunted you for the next three months, much stronger than before. Sometimes you smelled it on him, sometimes you thought you did; and it drove you crazy. No – It was more the thought of him being with another woman was what drove you into this unbalanced, chaotic state of mind.

Sometimes you wanted to scream and rip your own hair out, sometimes you wanted to throw his clothes out on the street – you despised it. Sometimes, the thought of you living alone again lingered in your mind for longer than it would be appropriate, but you weren’t even sure you would forgive yourself for rushing ahead of you and deciding alone, without letting him know. But again, you knew you didn’t want to turn into a paranoiac girlfriend who inspected every single thing he did; you did not want to go through his phone, looking for midnight messages with promises and confessions. You didn’t want to see the “yea my gf’s out of town so you can spend a night here”, but again – what if it did take you out of this goddamn misery? Dark thoughts began invading your mind, circling around like shadow vultures, every night he came home late, and the only way you could get away from them was by burying yourself deep into your work. Those were the hours that Youngho was not present in your mind, it was the only way not overthinking and being on the very edge of breaking into tears.

You wished you asked him earlier, though.

Earlier, right when the misty clouds of stingy suspicion began to cloud your usually clear judgement and thinking.

The sharp sound of his fork and knife made you flinch hard, and you did not dare to look him straight in the eyes.

“You told me you were eating enough, Y/N!” he said, the volume of his voice increasing dangerously. Your skin tingled, the back of your neck itched, your eyes were stinging with the force of your unshed tears. Gulping, you kept your eyes averted from his – you knew, you knew, you knew he was mad about the way your hair hung almost lifelessly into your brows, your skin maybe a bit thinner on your bones, your eyes blunter and less glossy than usual.

“How am I supposed to take care of you, if you won’t fucking let me? What is this?!” he continued, his tone distressed, harsh. You felt the tears prickle your eyes, his words driving you onto dangerous territories – onto unspoken, taboo places hidden deep within your mind.

“Look at me, Y/N! This is supposed to be teamwork, but it does seem like you’re not yourself lately. What’s going on?”

You dragged your gaze up, up on his features, his pupils full blown-out, cheeks rosy.

“What’s going on?” you asked, voice no more than the shadow, a brush of a whisper. “What’s going on, Seungcheol? Am I not the one who is supposed to be asking that? Tell me, darling, what’s going on when I refuse to breath while putting your shirts into the washing machine, because it stinks of a perfume owned by neither of us? What is going on when I can’t go to sleep until you’re not home because all I am able to think about is you being with someone else? What is going on when you smile at your phone and the only thing I am able to think about is if it is a girl, another woman who had captured your heart? What is going on when I smell this – this awful scent of perfume?!”

You heaved, now looking straight into his dumbfounded gaze.

“If you are cheating on me, Seo Youngho, the least you could do is do it without a trace.”

Your lips trembled, and a single tear slid its way down on your right cheek. Your shoulders suddenly felt lighter, your mind clearer, but your heart somewhat heavier as you looked at your boyfriend.

He had his plump lips pressed into a thin line as he stared down into his lap – unable to meet your gaze. You didn’t say anything, waiting for his response; but another tear streamed down from your eyes when you heard that the breath he took trembled, just like your fingers.

Burying his face into his palms, he choked out, “I’m so sorry.”

You pursed your lips together, you were right. You felt no triumph when the full meaning of his words hit you square on your chest.

Standing up from his chair, he slowly walked over to yours and kneeled in front of it, his arms hesitantly encircling your waist as he buried his head into your stomach. The gesture triggered memories that were oh so precious for you – of calm, cosy nights under the blanket, of mornings when he just had to be dragged out of bed because he wouldn’t let go of you. You weren’t sure where to put your hands, you weren’t even sure you wanted to put your hands anywhere near close him now.

It was when you felt your shirt sticking uncomfortable to you skin you realized he was crying; quiet tears soaking through the thin, flower printed shirt on you. His fingers clutched onto your shirt as if it was a lifeline; he held onto it desperately, without any word.

“It was never more than sex, Y/N,” he whispered then, and you flinched. “I never loved her. I never loved anyone else as much as I love you.”

You kept silent and he took in another shaky breath.

“I ended things with her yesterday. When I- when I heard you crying in the shower. I don’t know what had gotten in me, I- “he lifted his head and searched for your eyes with his own, dark ones.

“Please don’t leave me, Y/N.” he choked out, and you swore you could hear your heart shattering into tiny pieces. Pursing your lips, you laid a hand hesitantly on his back – your fingers still trembled.

You weren’t sure how, but you were going to make it work out.

So, you closed your eyes, and nodded.

You never forgot that smell for the rest of your life, though.

Rainy mornings with Chanyeol

prompt- no prompt just soft for friends nd their boyfriends 

Park Chanyeol 

EXO

note:i love friends 

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When you awoke from your sleep the first thing you noticed was that the usual bright room had a deep tint to it , the second was the heavy arm that laid across your waist and held your shirt in a fist. A smile found it’s home across your lips, although you couldn’t do much in the rain you had Chanyeol and he made everything worth while. You looked out of the window for a few more moments before you decided that it would be a good idea to get up, the large man beside you thought otherwise. 

“Don’t go,” You heard him grumble as soon as your hand met his to move it. His hot breath fanned across your cheek and made you shiver slightly. 

“I’m hungry baby,” The pet name made him smile and he pulled you closer to him, his grip got even tighter. 

Chanyeol never enjoyed mornings but you made them so much better. He loved waking up to you laying next to him, even when drool had crusted next to your lip. Your hand wrapped around his torso and your head buried in his chest was enough to drive him mad. When you grumbled and moaned about how you didn’t want to get up he couldn’t help but smile at your antics, you meant the world and more to him. 

When you two finally made your way to the kitchen, Chanyeol latched onto your back and wouldn’t let go. His arms were tight around your waist and his hands were clasped right above your hips, on his left hand a silver ring glistened in the light. These moments when you two could barely make it out of your room because walking to the kitchen seemed too far away and exhaustion coated your bodies were always hard, but you had him and he had you to make it better.

“What do you want for breakfast?” You asked him as you tried to get out of his grip. 

“You,” His response made you gasp and elbow his ribs, his laughter filled the room and you finally got away from him. 

“You’re sick dude, I was thinking bagels.” A smile never left either of your lips but he nodded and you got the bagels out. You two made your breakfast in silence until you noticed him getting way more cream cheese than what as needed and trying to put it onto your plate without you noticing. 

“What are you doing?” He froze mid plate to bagel action and looked at you with innocent eyes.

“I got too much cream cheese,” His voice was softer than usual and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, he was too cute. 

“That’s fine, let’s go eat.” You two made your way to the living room, bypassing the couch and sitting in front of the window. The clouds were still heavy with rain and the small tears wiggled across the window, you loved it. Yeol wasn’t one much for rain but if it made you happy, it made him happy. 

The bagels were soon gone and you two were still in front of the window sitting in silence. Chanyeol had been staring at you staring at the rain for almost ten minutes before you turned towards him. Your hair was messy and crumbs littered the perimeter of your mouth, his shirt was sitting nicely on your shoulders and your wedding band seemed to glow in the dim light. You were so beautiful and he was so glad you were his. 

You scooted over to him and placed your head on his shoulder, you swore you felt his breathing quicken when your skin made contact. His right hand smoothed over your waist and pulled you closer to him and his lips touched the crown of your head. These moments were perfect and your love was even more so. 

Hesitant Love - Park Chanyeol

Type : Oneshot // Angst // Fluff // Smut // Mafia!au

Warnings : Violence // Attempted Assault

Word Count : 6690

Author Note : Here is my Chanyeol Mafia!au/Arranged Marriage request , thank you for being patient , I hope you enjoy my lovelies 💛

A wedding is supposed to be a celebration. A joining of two people in love, to live happily forever as one family. Surrounded by the people you cherish most in this world; to dance and drink and enjoy, together. The happiest day of your life. Supposedly.

Your wedding was nothing but a complete representation of all the fuck ups in your life. It wasn’t out of love, but a business deal, a pay off.

As you walk down the aisle, your father’s grip on your arm is tight as if he’s afraid you’ll run out if he lets go. You’re thankful for the thick veil that’s successfully hiding the grimace painted on your face.

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Hierarchy

[Requested by @mayjinbum ]

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Pairing : Park Chanyeol / [FEM] Reader

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Royalty!AU

Words : 4.1k

A/N : I did change it a bit I hope that you’ll still enjoy it tho!

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

“Y/N hurry up and get that upstairs, his majesty is waiting on you. You should know better than to make him wait on you when it should be the other way around.”

I kept my head down, nodding slightly as I picked up the tray saying a simple, “Yes ma’am.”

I bowed before taking my leave, turning on my heel and going up the stairway the servants used. I kept my head down as I made my way down the corridors, careful of being seeing by the king and queen, they weren’t to keen on seeing a servant they didn’t call upon. They particularly hated seeing me for some reason so that’s why I only attended to their son, the only heir to the throw that was well over the age of getting married. Though some argued he was an arrogant child who said no to every prospect he had encountered since turning seventeen I knew the real reason why but I was sworn to secrecy.

Arriving at the young prince’s door I knocked twice before entering, making sure to close the door behind me. The prince had his eyes glued to a book in his hands, barely paying me any mind until he heard my voice call out to him. At the sound of it I could see his ears perk up, a small smile making its way onto his face before he raised his head to look over at me. I bowed my head and curtsied as best I could with the tray that was in my hands. Without another word from me I made my way over to him, kneel in front of the table directly in front of him and setting down the teacup filled with an herbal tea he had requested, telling the head house maid he had a bit of an itch in his throat so she whipped this up for him immediately. Once the tea cup was place on the table I stood up, backing away, holding the tray behind me know and waited for him to drink the tea or order me to do something else. He didn’t even bother looking at the teacup that had been placed in front of him, his eyes glued on me, that smile growing into a grin.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his tone light.

I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head to the side in confusion, “My apologies but I don’t know how to answer that question.”

He chuckled softly, sitting back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other, “There’s no one here but me, you can drop the act.”

“My prince…I haven’t the slightest idea of what you’re talking about.” I said, fighting the smile that threatened to break out onto my face.

Chanyeol smirked, rising from his seat and made his way over to me slowly. I kept still as I watched him come, the corners of my lips curling upwards the closer he got. He was but a foot away from me, one more step and his body would be mere inches from my own. He had a teasing smile playing at his lips as he stayed where he was, within reach but not as close as he or I wanted to be to each other. A moment of silence passed between us, neither of us making a move until he became inpatient quickly, like I knew he would. Without wasting another second he took that step towards me, the space between us vanishing as he brought his hands up to cup my face in his hands before placing his lips on mine for a gentle kiss. I smiled into the kiss but kept my hands where they were behind my back, only leaning forward slightly to kiss him back just as gently as he was kissing me. After a few seconds time he pulled away, his eyes staying closed for a moment before he opened them, a giddy smile on his face as he stared into my eyes.

“When will you be the one to cave first? I’m getting a little tired of always being the first one.” He spoke in a low voice, bringing his hands down and letting them hang at his sides.

“I’m sorry I have more resolve than my prince… I guess you’ll have to work on it some more.” I said in a teasing tone.

He chuckled softly, going back to sit in the chair he had occupied a moment before, “You sure Minseo didn’t spit in this?”

I shook my head, “The head house maid would never…”

He scoffed at my words, a crooked smile now on his face, “I wouldn’t put it above her. I’ve overheard her saying how much of a spoiled brat I am, the disgust and contempt clear in her voice. She probably can’t wait until my parents succeed in marrying me off to someone seeing as how I’m in no position to claim the throne, not with my infuriating older brother around.”

I said nothing as I listened to him vent, frowning for a second before recollecting myself. I couldn’t even lie to myself any more about this. No matter how much he claimed he loved me and I him there was no reason to keep deluding ourselves. He and I know very well that we can never be together, his mother and father would never allow it. There were rules in this society we lived in and if they were not followed there would be consequences but not for him, no he’d only get so much as a scolding but me? I’d be lucky if they banished me but with the queen’s fiery temper she’d surely have me hanged for ‘bewitching’ her precious son.

“If only times were different…” Chanyeol said, still on the subject of marriage as he gave me a longing look.

I let a tight lipped smile spread across my face, hoping he wouldn’t see through it, “I’m perfectly content with how things are now, I assure you there is nothing more I ask for.”

He smiled softly at my words but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He knew as well as I did what our reality was. A moment of silence passed between us before he changed the subject to something entirely different. I simply listen to him talk, the corners of my lips curling up at just the sound of his voice. Truth be told I had come to terms with the fact that Chanyeol and I would never be getting married to each other. As I told him I was perfectly content with how things were at the moment. Chanyeol talked about anything and everything that came to mind until he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Chanyeol stared at the door for a second before getting up himself and opening it just so he was the only one seen. There was silence for a second before he opened the door, revealing the son of the most powerful noble in the country who also happened to be his best friend.

“I didn’t expect to see you here so early.” He said with a grin, the grin falling slightly at seeing me curtsy at him.

“It’s nice to see you again, Master Byun.”

“Now there’s no need for formalities you know…at least not with me.” He said in a soft tone, taking a few steps towards me.

I gave a small smile, bowing my head before looking into his eyes, “Baekhyun.”

He gave a nod before going to sit in the seat Chanyeol had previously been occupying, “I do apologize for doing this and I wish I didn’t have to but do you mind leaving the prince and I alone for a minute? I’ll be sure to take the cup down once he’s done with it and our talk.”

“Oh no I couldn’t possibly allow you to do that, I’ll just take it now and bring him a new one when you’re done.” I said hurriedly, already going to grab the teacup.

“Suit yourself.” Baekhyun said in a low voice.

Once the teacup was back on the tray I bowed to the both of them, before leaving and closing the door behind me.

-Chanyeol’s P.O.V-

I looked at Baekhyun as he watched her leave, a serious look crossing his face as soon as she closed the door. I couldn’t help but wonder what had him so serious but the moment he opened his mouth I knew why.

“Your mother and father called for a council with my parents last night,” He said, pausing for a second, a frown etched onto his face.

I frowned as well but more so in confusion than in actual distasted which I can only assume accounted for his frown. I walked over to him, sitting in the chair next to him. He stayed silent for a couple seconds before a heavy sigh left his lips, leaning forward on his elbows that rested against his thighs.

“They’ve decided to unite our two families. My father has agreed to marry my sister off to you.”

I couldn’t help but let out a scoff before laughing at how absurd everything he was saying sounded. At the sound of my laugh he turned to me, the look in his eyes letting me know he was telling the truth.

“I…I didn’t agree to this. No offense to you or your sister but-”

“Don’t think too much about it. I hate the idea even more than you do, especially knowing you’d never give Soohyun the love she deserves…at least not with Y/N around.” He said in a low tone keeping his eyes on the table in front of him, “Soohyun would be cast aside for her every single day and I can’t bear the thought of it.”

I could hear the distasteful tone in his voice. Even though I knew it was due to his sister being thrown into the mix and not because he disliked Y/N, it was the opposite really. The two of them got along so well at times I thought he shared the same feelings I had for her. This was just him being overprotective of his only sister but that didn’t mean the tone he chose irked me any less.

“Watch that tone Byun. It’s not Y/N’s fault this is happening.”

“No but it is yours for the deceiving the girl.” He said softly, finally looking over at me, “If you’re going to marry my sister I ask that you end whatever you have with Y/N first. I ask this of you as your best friend, a friend to her, and Soohyun’s brother. I know my sister all too well and if she is to hear of you sneaking around with a servant she’d have Y/N’s head faster than you can stop her.”

I knew his words held some truth but I couldn’t help but be angered by them. I’ve gotten out of marriages before so why was this any different? Simply because it was a marriage that involved his sister didn’t mean I’d fight it any less than the others. I set my jaw, clenching my hands into fists, “Get out.”

“Chanyeol…”

“Get out before I have the guards escort you off the premises.”

He sighed heavily at my words before getting up. He offered me but a simple bow of the head before leaving the room and leaving me to my thoughts. As soon as the door closed behind him I got up and paced about the room, my thoughts going wild. If what he said was true I had to stop this union. I had promised myself that I would remain unmarried, for not only my sake but for Y/N’s. Since the two of us weren’t allowed to marry each other I had promised myself I would not marry another and have Y/N suffer while attending to and serving the woman that was married to the man she loved. I couldn’t bear the thought of causing her that pain and knowing there was nothing I could do about so I’ve sabotaged my own marriage proposals. I’ve been successful over the years but having seen the look on Baekhyun’s face I wasn’t sure if it’d work this time around. I mean if my parents called a meeting with his they must be serious.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I walked down the corridors, about to go into the library when I heard my name being called. I stopped in my tracks and looked over my shoulder, seeing that is was Baekhyun that had called out to me. I immediately turned around to face him, offering up another curtsy. He smiled softly liked he had before, walking into the library and holding the door for me to follow him. I gave him a bow of the head in gratitude, following him in. I turned to him and waited him to speak, knowing he had something to say to me by the look in his eyes.

“How do you like assisting his majesty?” He asked, leaning against the door.

I raised an eyebrow at his question unaware of what he was implying with his words but answered him truthfully, “I’m simply doing my duty, whether I like it or not isn’t of importance.”

The corners of his lips curled upwards at my words, “I can see why he’s taken a liking to you, though I can’t say my sister will do the same.”

I stayed silent, not knowing how to respond to his words so I just waited for him to speak again. And when he did I was a little more than surprised by his words.

“I have an offer for you, whether you take it or not is completely up to you,” He said pausing for a second before continuing, “Come work for me and my family. With how things are going to play out in this castle over the next couple of weeks I can only assume you would rather not be here when it happens. My home will always be open to you if you chose it.”

I stared at him in confusion, not saying a word for a few seconds, “Though I appreciate the offer I can’t help but be puzzled over it. What has brought this on? What’s going to happen in a few weeks?”

He gave me a tight lipped smile, “I think you should hear it from the prince himself. My offer will stand until you directly refuse it.”

With that he left, leaving me more confused than ever. Though I wanted to run to Chanyeol and ask what Baekhyun meant I knew I couldn’t just show up, not until he called for me.

-

It’s been days and Chanyeol hasn’t called to me since that morning. I was starting to worry but I couldn’t show up in front of him without him calling for it, the others would get suspicious and I’m sure one of them was bound to tell the queen about it. She had eyes and ears everywhere so I couldn’t risk it, not if I valued my life.

A week after Baekhyun saying those words I was more curious than ever but went about my work like always. I was heading over to the foyer, seeing as it was my job for the day to clean it. I was lost in my thoughts as I walked over to the foyer, not hearing the voices coming from it until I was at the entryway. I looked around the room quickly to see Chanyeol and Baekhyun sitting with a woman I had never met before. I kept my head down as I entered, knowing I wasn’t to address either of them when they were talking to each other. I went about my business, not being able to keep myself from listening in on their conversation.

“Don’t you think this will be a lovely place, my prince?” The unknown woman said in a sweet tone.

I thought nothing of their words until I heard her next ones.

“This will be the perfect place for our wedding.”

At those words I couldn’t help but feel my body go rigid, the grip I had on the vase in my hand tightening for a second before I felt it slip through my fingers. I stumbled back at as the broken pieces scattered all over the floor. I kept my head down as bowed to the three, apologizing for my clumsiness, kneeling down to pick up the broken pieces. My hands were trembling as I picked up the pieces, the tears in my eyes blurring my vision. As I went to pick up the last piece I wasn’t careful enough and cut my palm on it causing me to drop the other pieces I had just picked up. I whimpered in pain, trying to hold the tears back. Wedding? Chanyeol was getting married? Why was I hearing about this just now? Was this what Baekhyun meant? As I was lost in my thoughts I saw someone crouch down next to me, grabbing my cut hand in theirs as they wrapped a handkerchief around it.

“Y/N look at me.”

I kept my eyes on the floor, getting up abruptly, He was the last person I wanted to see right now. I gave him a quick bow before turning on my heel and attempting to leave. I didn’t get very far when I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. Without a word he dragged me to the nearest room, shutting the door behind him.

“Y/N I can explain.”

“You’re getting married?” I asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N I-”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why am I just finding out now?”

“I’m still trying to get out of it, love, just be patient please.” He said, taking a step towards me.

“Well your fiance seems to think it’s been set in stone already and you didn’t give her any inclination to think otherwise.” I spat out, watching a sudden dark cloud come over him.

“Watch that tone, Y/N. Remember you and I are not the same.”

I scoffed at his words, feeling my heart sink to the pit of my stomach, “I do apologize your highness, I seem to have overstepped my boundaries.”

He sighed at my words, pinching the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb before taking a step towards me, placing his hands on my shoulders as he spoke, “Y/N its not as easy as it seems. My mother and father are hellbent on making this marriage happen. I can’t get out of it as easily as the others.” He explained, his face showing how much this pained him as well, “Just–just wait a little longer. I promised to never marry another woman that wasn’t you. And with how things are we might never marry so I’ll stay a bachelor…for you. You’re the only woman I want, you know that.”

-

I should’ve known better than to trust his words. No matter how many times I told myself that it’ll all work all, he loved me too much to allow this to happen, it was all a lie. Why would he even keep a promise to a lowly servant like myself anyway? The wedding took place as planned, the whole kingdom celebrating the union of the prince to the daughter of the most powerful nobleman, she was considered a princess even before marriage. I had been working in doors while the wedding took place, refusing to see Chanyeol getting married with another woman, knowing whatever he and I had was now a thing of the past.

As night came the guests that had come to greet the happy couple were departing until only the king and queen were left to their castle, the newly weds included. I had tried hiding myself from the watchful eyes of the head house maid, not wanting to be the one to get the bedroom ready for the new couple but alas it was like she knew that I had no desire to be near that room and quickly called me out to go up to the room and get everything ready. I fisted the fabric of my skirt as I made my way up the stairs, trying to suppress the feelings that threatened to overwhelm me. I refused to let him see a single tear run down my face. I kept my head down as I knocked on the door. I knew there wasn’t going to be anyone inside but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything by walking in. I heard nothing from the other side of the door, letting myself in. As soon as I set foot inside the room I froze, seeing Chanyeol sitting at the end of his bed, his head in his hands. He looked distraught, the complete opposite of how I had seen him just an hour ago.

“I’m sorry…” He said, already knowing that it was me without even having to raise his head.

I said nothing as I closed the door behind me. I kept my eyes off of him as I began to tidy up the room. I could feel his eyes following me around the room but I refused to meet his gaze. I put everything in order, knowing the times I had with Chanyeol in this very room were all but over. There was no way I was going to continue what we had after he got married, not even if he offered. By the time I got to the bed my movements were more sluggish, tears threatening to spill. I winched my eyes shut as I grabbed onto the sheet, hearing Chanyeol getting up when I did so.

“Y/N…look at me please.” He all but begged me to at least look him.

I remained quiet, about to start fixing the sheets when she came in. I kept my eyes down, hearing her legs carry her over to where Chanyeol stood.

“Oh there’s no need for that, leaving it for now.” She said, her voice making me clench my jaw but I held my tongue.

I nodded before bowing and leaving the room without a word. As soon as I closed the door I let the tears flow freely down my face. I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as I walked away from the room briskly. My tears had obscured my vision so much that I had no idea where I was going, bumping head first into someone. Without raising my head I bowed, apologizing repeatedly. I went to walk around them but I felt their hand grab my arm, forcing me to look them in the eye. As soon as my eyes met his he frowned heavily, looking around for a second before dragging me to the nearest room. Closing the door behind him he sat me down, kneeling in front of me as he used his own  sleeve to wipe the tears from my face.

“I can’t be here any longer. I can’t just stand by and watch…I-I have to get out of here. It’s not enough that we’re from totally different worlds but now-” I cut myself off, feeling my heart climb it’s way up my throat.

“Y/N…that’s–that’s just the hierarchy of things, it’s our way of life. I know how unfair it is, I wish none of this existed just as much as you do but we can’t always get what we wish for.” Baekhyun said in a soft voice, continuing to wipe my tears as they fell, “My offer for you to come with me still stands if you’re willing to accept.”

I said nothing and only nodded, not trusting my voice. I looked down at my hands in my lap. If I stayed here any longer I knew I’d be miserable. My heart will never love or beat for anyone but Chanyeol but I had to let him go since he was never really mine to begin with and now he never will be. I knew if I left I’d yearn for him every day until I took my last breath. I wanted to believe that this was the same or Chanyeol, that he’d be just as heartbroken and devastated but somewhere in my heart I knew it’d only last for so long, that is until Soohyun ultimately took my place. But I wasn’t going to be here to watch it happen.

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