#chanyeol story

[mybiasisexo]

Entangled - Part 1

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Language | Alcohol Consumption

Word Count: 4.2k

Author Notes: Hello! This is my first series!!!! Idkw I'm so excited, but I am. Nervous too aha. For the past 2 years this has been my damn baby, and tbh its taken me this long because I just love editing it so much haha. But its time to let this baby walk!

If you have read The Wedding, the first 2 chaps are p much the same, but i implore you to give these a read! I've changed quite a few things!

Pls enjoy :)

“You’ve been staring at that sheet of paper for days now,” Kang Seulgi, your best friend, and roommate, points out. She sits across from you at your pale wooden dining table, hands curling around the warmth of a chipped mug to press against the pout of her mouth. The elegant announcement currently clutched in your hands has your full attention, so you miss the judging lift of her eyebrow.

That being said, you do catch the amusement in her tone.

Biting your lip, you run a finger gently over the thick white parchment. In a dazzling gold script reads, “because you have shared in our lives and supported our love. We, Im Nayeon & Kim Junmyeon, invite you to our wedding….” Above the words is a picture of the two mentioned, smilingly sickeningly sweet at one another as their noses touch, arms wound around each other like the expensive ring around Nayeon’s finger.

You think you are going to be sick. 

“Have you RSVP’d yet?” Seulgi asks, oblivious to your inner turmoil. She swirls her spoon around her drink, the metal drags agonizingly against the bottom of her glass.

Her words yank you out of your dark haze, away from the invite that has been haunting you for days now.

“I will,” you answer simply.

She scoffs, eyes rolling in a dramatic flair. Leaning forward, she places her cursed cup down, focusing on you. “Honey, the wedding is in a couple weeks. You need to RSVP now before he starts harassing you. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t yet.”

You wince. You know Junmyeon well enough to know it’s only a matter of time before he does just that.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” She gently asks. She hums and tilts her head questioningly. Reaching for your hand, she pats it comfortingly and it works in its purpose.

“Please?” You reply timidly. The relief is still evident in your voice, if her pretty laugh is any indication. You pout, rude of her to be getting a kick out of your evident distress.

“Who knew you hated weddings so much.” She shakes her head before pulling out her phone, typing away to Junmyeon no doubt.

You release a slow breath through your flared nostrils and give into the nagging temptation to peek at the invite now laying haphazardly on the table. 

No, you don’t hate weddings.

You just hate that yours wasn’t first.

You wouldn’t label yourself as a bitter person.

But ever since you received the rather abrupt news of the wedding, you have been consumed with bitterness.

Three years ago, you were planning your wedding.

You had a wonderful man in your life who you were mere months away from calling your husband. It was a relationship those around you envied, one that left little doubt for failure. Forever was inevitable. 

Unfortunately, forever was a lot shorter than anyone could have imagined.

Three years later and you now watch as one of your friends takes that dream of yours and makes it their own.

You’re happy for Junmyeon, really truly are, but his wedding is a grim reminder of your failure, only leaving you with this unanswered question:

Where did you go wrong?

“All packed?” Seulgi asks weeks later.

You nod, dragging your unreasonably overpacked suitcase into the living room.

“Thank god we’re not that close to Nayeon,” Seulgi muses. “We get to wear our own dresses.”

“And get to spend more time on the beach.” 

The both of you cackle.

Neither one of you dislike the bride-to-be, although in the five years you have known her due to her connection to Junmyeon, you haven’t really formed a bond any stronger than being acquainted. You always assumed she was probably intimidated by the fact you both were female and close to her boyfriend, bringing out that strange sense of competition, or boundaries, keeping you all from growing closer despite efforts made. She has a particular distaste for Seulgi, what with her being Junmyeon’s ex and all.

The term “ex” didn’t really fit what she is to him. More like a routine fling throughout college that fizzled out the moment he met Nayeon. The two were never official–although, you are sure, she wouldn’t have minded had they been.

“Speaking of people being in the wedding….” You begin. Seulgi, who is leaning against her suitcase that’s just as overstuffed as yours, stiffens at your tone. Her eyes widen, expectantly waiting for you to reveal the one thought that has been eating you alive since you received the invitation. You take a deep breath, here goes nothing. “Chanyeol will probably be there, huh?”

The color drains out of your best friend’s face.

“I didn’t even think of that!” She yells. Her hands cover her face in shock and she’s walking over to you in a hurry, pulling your hands into her now clammy ones, gripping them for dear life. “It won’t be a big deal, right? It’s been years! Plus, I heard he gained a lot of weight since his time abroad–you know how they like their greasy food there. Nothing to worry about! You look fantastic!”

Tears prick at your eyes as you swallow down the growing lump in your throat. Three years… and now you will have to confront the biggest regret of your life.

“You’re right,” you push through the ball of tears, feigning positivity. “We’ve had time to move on. We can totally be adults about this. I’m fine!”

You clear your throat as the crack in your voice echoes off the walls, it doesn’t ease the burning sensation.

“You’re more than fine!” Seulgi is quick to reassure, swaying your connected hands. “You’re successful and sexy and rich! He’s not worthy of the bottom of your heels.”

You hug her tightly, laughing at her attempt to cheer you up.

Once separated, you take a calming breath and try to smile. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Your taxi arrives shortly after and the both of you wobble your luggage into the vehicle. Seulgi gives the driver the address to the ferry and you throw her a quizzical look. Her little sister is supposed to be joining you both as your shared plus one. Seulgi mentions something about her finding another way there and will be joining you later, much to your dismay.

The closer you get to your destination, the more your apprehension dims as excitement takes its place.

The wedding is going to be held at one of Junmyeon’s father’s swanky hotels on a beach in Jeju Island. You all had spent a spring break there your junior year of college and it was magical, for many reasons.

Despite the bittersweet memories, you are looking forward to being around beautiful scenery and old friends. Life, as always, gets in the way, and it has been a while since the whole gang has been able to spend some quality time together.

You all missed each other so much that you turned the wedding into an excuse to have a reunion vacation with the old gang. Well, minus Junmyeon who will be on his honeymoon. He did go out of his way to pull some strings to cheapen your rooms so that you all could stay longer, bless him. 

That’s all Seulgi and you can talk about on the ferry as you enjoy the cool early autumn breeze on your face, chilly from the stinging spray of water.

Finally, you arrive at the island and hail another taxi, bringing you to the vaguely familiar hotel.

Whistling slowly, you crane your neck, blocking the sun with your hand as you take in the hovering Greek inspired hotel.

“It’s bigger than I remember.”

“That’s what she said,” Seulgi mutters instantly, almost robotically as she squints up at your new home for the next few days.

Her words make you shake your head. “We’re not even with the guys yet and they’re already rubbing off on you.”

She winces, realizing what she just said. “Old habits?”

You both laugh and head inside, checking in easily. You can’t help but glance around every few minutes. One, because, holy hell this place is magnificent, all whites and golds and pillars and painted angelic sceneries on the high ceilings, seriously something straight from a fairytale. Two, because you’re keeping an eye out for familiar faces.

Your suite is on the sixth floor and your jaw drops at the luxuriousness that is your shared room.

“This is bigger than our apartment.” Seulgi states in awe. You agree with a nod, taking in the gentle fabrics of your bed and the rainforest showerheads–yes, heads, plural. There’s three to be exact–and the floor-to-ceiling windows that open up the back wall of the living quarters, revealing the tranquil scene of the beach you are going to undoubtedly be spending the majority of this trip at, hopefully intoxicated. 

You both don’t have too much time to gander, dinner is at seven and it’s already past four.

Junmyeon is a character for sure, so it comes as no surprise that his wedding will be running a little differently than the typical. That being said, the first of Junmyeon’s three day event is what has been deemed a ‘pre-ception’ party, where all the guests will be having dinner and saying hello to the lovely couple. 

Tomorrow, for those involved, will be the rehearsal, as well as the bachelor and bachelorette parties, with the following day being D-day. Both Junmyeon and Nayeon wanted to have a more western type of wedding, so they would be having a ring bearer, a reception, bridesmaids and groomsmen.

You got all of this information from your other best friend, who just so happens to be the best man to the groom, Oh Sehun. He has been texting you nonstop the past couple days, keeping you informed on Junmyeon’s big day. He didn’t want to outwardly lead it on, but you can gather just how happy he is for his other best friend, and takes great pride in having such an important role.

Making this a reunion trip is also his idea.

You are nearly a hundred percent positive Chanyeol is going to be in that group, but have been trying to ignore it and remain optimistic for Sehun’s sake.

After getting ready, you head down to the ballroom where the dinner is being held. It’s just as beautiful as the rest of the hotel. Wide, with gold and tan walls. The back wall has arched windows carved out to show the glowing sunset ahead. A string quartet sits in the far left corner. In that same area, against the far wall, is lined with rectangular tables piled high with different kinds of food, filling the room with a mouth watering aroma. Twenty or so round tables, each one with ten chairs, dot the rest of the floor. One more rectangle table sits at the front of the room where the future bride and groom sit with their close families. 

At least thirty people have already arrived, and you’re glad you decided on the olive-green floor-length silk dress that fell off your shoulders elegantly. Everyone in the room is of higher class and you know ‘cheap’ is a word none of them have heard in decades, if ever.

“We should quickly get our food and grab a table before they all fill up,” you strategize. You both bolt for the food, getting a bit of everything. Once content, Seulgi runs for the closest empty table, while you snatch two enormous unopened bottles of red wine, ignoring the way the server hesitantly tries to stop you, lord knows you’re going to need them.

Junmyeon and Nayeon stand at the front of the table at the head of the room. Junmyeon is glowing, it’s the only way to describe the smile on his face as he embraces everyone that approaches him. As you watch, his gaze is drawn over to you, locking eyes. You jump, startled, and he chuckles before motioning for the both of you to come over.

“Junmyeon spotted us,” you inform Seulgi, who is slurping down an oyster. She nearly chokes. You pat her back a few times as she drains her glass of wine in seconds.

“Alright, let’s go,” she coughs, rushing over to the star couple.

Junmyeon practically cheers your names as you approach. “Thank you for showing! I know it’s quite a distance from Seoul.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Seulgi dismisses as he pulls her in first. You try not to study Nayeon’s reaction. You do catch her smile faltering briefly before they separate. Junmyeon goes after you next, arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders, swaying you both before letting go. 

“It’s so good to see you guys!” He continues in that gentle voice of his.

“Likewise,” you answer earnestly. It has been a long while since you last saw him.  “Congrats on taking the plunge.”

“Thank you.” Nayeon is the one to answer, wrapping an arm around Junmyeon’s waist. He tucks her under his arm and kisses her hair. You realize then that neither one of you had acknowledged her.

“Can you believe it?” Junmyeon asks in awe. “I’m getting married!”

“You are!” Seulgi cheers, a bit too excitedly. 

“You were probably the most against it amongst us all,” you say, nudging his free arm and you both share a laugh.

“Yeah, but love can change your mind on a lot of things.”

You smile at his words, trying, as always, to not make this moment about you. 

“So, where is the rest of the gang?” You ask, needing to change the subject. “I was sure Sehun would be here by now?”

“He’s here somewhere. I know that most of them just checked in, so they’ll be coming down a bit later.”

“Alright, well, if you see them let them know we’re here! We won’t keep you any longer.”

“Thanks for coming,” Nayeon says to your retreating backs.

You pause once you see a broad figure at your table, right beside the seat that you claimed.

“I knew it was your table because who else would have that much food on one plate? Not to mention the wine….”

You scowl and fold your arms. “Don’t be jealous we have fast metabolisms, Sehun.”

He laughs drily and meets your gaze through the dark strands of his overgrown bangs with mocking eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Dear. You’re not as young as you used to be.”

You scoff and he breaks, laughing his signature laugh that can only be compared to a monkey. He at least tries to cover his mouth with a hand as his shoulders shake. You fight the urge to throw something at him. 

“Are you going to insult me all night or are you going to give me a hug, asshole?”

He swiftly gets up from his seat, his long lanky body hovering over you as he draws you into a much-needed comforting hug.

“God, it feels so good to see you,” he gushes quietly into your hair before pulling away. He’s only ever nice to you in private.

“I miss you every day,” you reply, not needing to say anything else for him to know what you mean.

Sehun moved outside of Seoul for his job two years ago, and since then you have only seen him twice in person. It has been hard on the both of you, since he’s like the big brother you’ve always wanted, and you the little sister he feels the need to protect. 

Sehun is a very stoic individual, not one to show emotion openly, but despite that, there was something about you that allowed him to let his guard down and open up to you rather quickly. Allowing you in during a time in his life when that wasn’t so easy for him to do. You did the same, and it brought one of the most meaningful friendships you’ve ever had.

He goes to greet Seulgi before heading over to the buffet with you trailing after him like an imprinted duckling. You refuse to let up, teasing him until you return to the table, with you sitting between your bestest friends in the world..

“Can you believe he’s actually getting married?” Sehun asks, voice light in mild disbelief.

“It was definitely unexpected,” Seulgi chimes in.

“He’s growing up,” Sehun, who is three years younger than the groom, sniffs. You rub his back comfortingly.

“He looks so happy,” Seulgi continues, attention given to the man of the hour. “I hope to one day be that in love.”

“Goals!” Sehun cheers sarcastically, causing Seulgi to cut her eyes at him.

“Shut up! I’m being serious!”

“I know you are.” He takes a bite and chews it thoughtfully. Once he swallows, he leans back into his seat. “But you’re right. He’s, like, the happiest a person can get.”

“It makes me want to throw up,” you mutter, tasting that familiar sour sting of bitterness on your breath. Sehun glances over at, concern painting his face. He catches your words despite yourself. He doesn’t make any move to get you to elaborate, instead taking another bite of his food.

A loud raucous gains the attention of all the attendees and you watch three guys collide into a server carrying a full tray of flutes of champagne. Everyone and thing goes crashing to the floor in a not so subtle entrance.

“I don’t know them,” Seulgi declares, shielding her face from the trainwreck unfolding to save herself the second-hand embarrassment. The boys try to get back to their feet, but it takes time as they slip on the expensive liquid, legs tangling together as they try to save face.

Now is the perfect time to take pleasure in your friends’ mortification.

“Byun Baekhyun!” Junmyeon hisses. “Kim Jongdae! Kim Jongin! What are you doing?”

The three finally pull themselves off the ground and are bowing profusely to everyone around them when Junmyeon’s stern voice fills the silence, causing them to all wince. Their faces turn beet red as they approach him with tails tucked between their legs. 

Your laughing only intensifies. Baekhyun hears it and immediately turns his head to glare at you. You’re mildly impressed by how easily he finds you, but then realize that’s pretty hilarious as well and double over, stomach knotting almost painfully.

Junmyeon pulls them to the side and reprimands them quietly for a moment before sending them off. They trudge over to your table, inhabiting the majority of the empty seats.

“Well, that’s one way to make an entrance,” Sehun says. Jongdae throws his upper body onto the table, arms sprawled out. His fingers nearly touch your food and you pull your plate protectively to yourself as he groans.

“Jongdae stopped suddenly and we were too close behind him,” Jongin explains with a pout on his little lips and you’re instantly filled with pity towards the man. Jongin out of all people doesn’t deserve this.

Sehun shakes his head. “I would say something, but it seems Junmyeon beat me to the punch.”

“He told us not to embarrass him further, or we’re out of the wedding,” Jongdae informs as he sits up. The same time Baekhyun orders Sehun to ‘respect his hyungs’ before going for Seulgi’s bottle of wine, pouring himself a glass. Seulgi watches in dismay, not enjoying the fact that she’s now apparently sharing. 

As surprising as it sounds, both Baekhyun and Jongdae are the eldest friends you had in college, alongside Junmyeon and one other. Despite their age, they often acted like the children, getting you guys kicked out of many places with their loud shenanigans. Jongin is the same age as you, Seulgi, and Sehun. How he ended up with those two crackheads this day is beyond you, though you’re sending your regards.

“Are you hungry?” You ask him. He sits on Sehun’s right, but that doesn’t stop you from stretching out some noodles from your plate, drawing it to his face before he can even answer your question. He smiles gratefully and takes a bite, humming in gratitude, and you have to resist the urge to coo at him. It’s actually hilarious because he’s a whole ass model! His nickname in school was Adonis because, well, he’s beautiful. When you first met him, not going to lie, you had a crush on him, but the more you got to know the gentle, soft, teddy bear, the more your maternal side came out. Now, he’s just a very well sculpted baby in your eyes.

“Where’s my bite?” Jongdae asks. Jongdae is an interesting character, to say the least. As previously stated, Jongdae, Baekhyun, and--fine, no need beating around the bush--Chanyeol were wild and free in college. Yet, despite him being loud and always down for a good time, he was brilliant, one of your smartest friends, and observant. He loves fiercely and is always aware of his surroundings. 

You shrug. “Make your own plate.”

“You’re mean!” He whines.

“You’ll give me a bite, won’t you, sweetheart?” Baekhyun tries his luck, tilting his head flirtatiously. Baekhyun is the mood setter. He has such a magnetic personality and can become friends with a tree, you swear to god. He was on a first name basis with all the professors--including the ones that didn’t even have him as a student. He’s so funny, can leave you in stitches with a simple facial expression, and gets off on making others happy. Despite being a social butterfly, he kept you all close, and there was no denying you were all the ones he chose to be his found family. 

You don’t even spare him a look as you point in the direction of the buffet. You hear him suck his teeth before Jongdae is smacking his shoulder, pulling him up so that the two of them can follow your instructions. Jongin scrambles after them once realizing they didn’t invite him and you chuckle to yourself as they try to shove him away, claiming that you can just feed him.

Nearly instantly, the seat Baekhyun previously occupied on Seulgi’s other side is taken.

“Yerim!” Seulgi shrieks, throwing her arms around her little sister.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” you huff, narrowing your eyes at her accusingly.

She has the gull to blush and grow shy. “I know, I know. We were supposed to come together.”

“Yeah, but then I get the news that you found someone else to come with? And some boy, no less!” You place a hand over your chest. “I’m hurt.”

“He’s not ‘some boy’.” She rolls her eyes before perking up. “He’s a man.”

“Oh, you look absolutely smitten,” Seulgi purrs. Yerim’s cheeks flare once more and you realize that she does, indeed, seem to like this dude, despite this being the first time you’ve ever heard of him.

Yerim is four years younger than you and Seulgi, and despite knowing Seulgi throughout all four years of college and meeting her family a few times during that time, you didn’t really grow close to Yerim until her sister became your roommate. She spends an awful amount of time in your condo, and you now consider her a sister of your own. She isn’t very familiar with your college friends, because once she was introduced you all had gone your separate ways, but you and Seulgi thought it would be nice for her to come to Jeju Island and  meet the boys. That is one reason why you are kind of confused as to how she was not only able to come here without you, but bring a date as well. Though, to be honest, it is very on brand for the wild girl.

“Well,” you begin, voice higher than normal. There are too many successful relationships going on around you lately. “Where is he?”

“He should be coming down soon. Have you all said hello to Junmyeon yet?”

“Yeah. Still in shock this is actually happening,” Sehun says.

You pinch the skin below his elbow, only accessible because he has the sleeves of his black button-down rolled up to his bicep, and he yelps. “Nope. It’s real, bro.”

He ruffles your hair in retaliation and you allow it because he’s letting you off easy.

He gives his attention back to the newcomer as the three stooges rejoin. “I’m Sehun, by the way. You’re Seulgi’s sister?”

“Yerim.” She smiles politely and shakes his hand. “I’m the prettier sister I know. You can tell her.”

He’s visibly taken aback by her words, not expecting them. Seulgi would never say something like that. But it’s only a second before he’s smirking, nodding appreciatively. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

She introduces herself to the other guys who do the same in return and you’re all chatting when a familiar voice chills your blood. “There you are!”

The body that belongs to the voice easily slides into the seat next to Yerim, using her shoulder to steady himself. “You saved me a seat.”

“Of course, I did, Honey.” She rests her much smaller hand over his that still cups her bare shoulder and you think you might’ve blacked out for a second. 

The whole table goes silent as the newcomer finally checks out who he’s sat with.

Once you lock eyes, the color drains completely out of his face and the fear you feel reflects deep within his irises.

It is him.

Park Chanyeol.

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[stellaruniversewriters]

The Ocean That Lies Under the Rain por King-Yeom

❝ Kyung Soo estava com seu carro estacionado do lado de fora do Banco Nacional, ajeitando alguns de seus documentos no assento do passageiro quando as primeiras gotas de água se chocaram contra o vidro escurecido do automóvel. Ele imaginava que seria apenas mais um dia chuvoso quando, de repente, um zumbido irritante ecoou em seus ouvidos e deu lugar ao som de uma guitarra que surgiu ao fundo de sua mente momentos mais tarde. Era uma sonoridade inicialmente destoante e fraca, que se confundia à melodia lamuriosa da água; no entanto, à medida que a tempestade do lado de fora tomava forma, o som aumentava ao ponto de enlouquecê-lo.

Ele se encolheu sobre o banco do motorista e se virou ensandecido para todos os cantos ao tentar encontrar a origem da música, na esperança de que viesse de algum restaurante ou pub nas redondezas. Chegou ao ponto de sair do carro na tentativa de identificar a origem da sonância — o frio da água invadiu suas roupas e tornou o tecido mais pesado contra seu corpo magro, retesando os músculos ao ponto do desconforto, porém não havia nada além do som da guitarra e da chuva.

E isso tornava tudo mais estranho.

Não havia qualquer outro som, além da guitarra e da chuva.❞

Personagens principais: Do Kyungsoo, Kim Minseok, Park Chanyeol [EXO]

Gêneros: Comédia, Drama, Ficção, Universo alternativo, Romance, Gay/Yaoi e mais...

Tema principal: Rainverse

LEIA MAIS EM NOSSO PERFIL DO SPIRIT FANFICS

© Todos os direitos reservados à StellarUniverse e King-Yeom

#fanfic #fanfiction #history #gay story #ficção #universo alternativo #short story #story #spirit fanfics #stellaruniverse #exo story #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo #exo do #exo do kyungsoo #exo chanyeol #exo park chanyeol #exo xiumin #exo kim minseok #park chanyeol #do kyungsoo #kim minseok #xiumin #chanyeol #d.o #d.o kyungsoo

[ruseyo]

> Capturing a Fairy's Heart by Kingxiuminy on AO3

#capturing a fairy's heart #this ff inspired me to do this little moodboard thingy the story is soo good please go read and leave some love to the author-nim on ao3 #exo #chanyeol #xiumin #minseok #fanfic moodboard #fanfic #exo fanfic

[littleprincehyun]

Confirmed: Chanyeol is Baekhyuns biggest fan

#I mean we all knew this #but why is that so funny that that fan literally had to get a fan that had baek on one side so chanyeol would notice it💀💀 #manz only looking for people with baek merch #that’s honesty so sweet #this story is hilarious though #Chanyeol loves him so much #baekhyun #chanyeol #park chanyeol #byun baekhyun #exo #mine #kpop #chanbaek

[andimoon]

Unknown Thoughts (Prologue)

Genre: Angst / Fluff / Romance / Eventual Smut

Warning: Descriptions of anxiety, cozy coffee shop vibes, mild depictions of death. You've been warned.

Word count: 2.4k

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The rich smell of coffee filled the morning air, overlapping chatter and bustling as people prepared for their own lives. Some late and rushed, others taking their time and enjoying the chilling breeze that blew between the open windows of the small coffee shop. This was the way she liked to spend the early hours after sunrise. Her fingertips dancing over the keys of her laptop between sips of the sweetly bitter drink at her side.

A sudden presence at her left drew her attention and the girl pushed the headphones back to rest on her shoulders. A tall man with warm brown eyes, peered down at her. His uniform hugged his body in the most delightful ways, accenting the bulk of his arms under the rolled up sleeves of his button up, and the name ‘Thomas’ written neatly on the tag pressed to his chest. “What’re you writing today?” The friendly barista smiled and took a seat in front of the writer, a mug settled warmly in between his palms as his eyes glistened with interest. 

“Oh,” the author looked at the screen briefly to skim over what she had absentmindedly written, “I’m still coming up with ideas for my new work. Writing doesn’t come easily to me, unfortunately.” She hummed in mild embarrassment, a pit of nervousness in her stomach at the thought of the sweet barista asking her to read the unthought words as he usually did. 

“Read it to me? Maybe I can help you come up with something.”

“I don’t know. It’s not very good.”

“Oh come on, your writing is always good, Gin.”

A small defeated sigh left the girl’s lips, “Fine, just don’t be too harsh.” She hesitated before scrolling to the top of the page and reading the half hearted love story she conjured up in her head. As someone who had never felt the kind of love she wanted to write about, it was bound to fail. But when she glanced up, she saw Thomas’ expression turn into one of serious thought. Not a word was spoken as she read the few paragraphs she managed to jot down and at the end of it, an even longer moment of silence was shared. “I told you, it’s not very good.”

“No,” a small sip from his coffee and a comfortable lean back into his seat, “It’s just not very realistic. Have you ever thought about somebody like that? It sounds more like what you see in movies or read in books. A bit cliche.”

“I told you not to be harsh.” she sighed heavily and leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate her own drink, “To answer your question, no, I haven’t. Maybe I should choose a different topic..” That wasn’t entirely a lie. She’d been in love before, but it was nothing like what was glorified, nothing like what she wanted to write about. Her experience was painful, and draining.

“Do you have a deadline?”

She laughed abruptly, this man who she’d talked to every morning for the last three months still thought she was a professional of some kind. As much as Ginger wished to publish her own book, it was never going to happen and she knew that. Of course she didn’t have a deadline, no one was anticipating anything from her. “Nah, but I would like to actually finish something.”

“What about your other stuff? Why don’t you finish one of those?”

“You read them, they’re going nowhere.”

“Not if you don’t work on them. Not everything has to be perfect, Ginger,” with a quick glance at his watch, the barista finished his drink and stood, “Sorry, I gotta get back. Think about it. You have a lot of potential to come up with something great, but you’ll never know how great it could be without letting it out into the world.” and just like that he was gone.

He always said the same thing, but none of that was actually helpful to Ginger’s writing. No constructive criticism or advice, just “keep working on it.” With a disgruntled huff, she fixed her attention out the window, hoping to find some kind of inspiration but with the morning busyness dying down, the empty street served as a reminder of how boring her life truly was. There was nothing worth writing about. Nothing remotely interesting for people to tune into. Pulling her headphones back on, she shut the godforsaken laptop and slipped it back into her bag. Obviously this little coffee shop wasn’t giving her the motivation she so desperately craved, but where could she go? What could she do? 

As she walked down the street in the direction of her home, she pondered on the stories she’s heard of how people motivated themselves. The idea of painting in a park could be the spark of inspiration she needed. But just the thought of sitting in wet grass, or the weird looks she’d receive. The regular little ball of anxiousness burned familiarly in her stomach and it made her hesitate. Maybe she should do something else, go get a good book or go watch a random film. But the image of doing it alone… Would people think she was weird for it? What if it was just a waste of time and money. Maybe she should just go home. 

Deep in thought and with music playing loudly in her ears, Ginger didn’t realize that the sweet barista had followed her until she felt the warm touch on her shoulder and met the familiar brown eyes of the only person who had given a second thought to her childish writings. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, he must’ve run after her. Her curiosity peaked and suddenly her full attention was on him, but he visibly hesitated. “Did I forget something? I thought I grabbed everything.”

“No, no,” he started and scratched the back of his neck, “It’s just, I was thinking. My buddy got himself a gig with a pretty big artist and gave me some tickets to their show this weekend. I don’t have anyone to go with me and I feel like we’re pretty good friends after the last few months,” He rambled nervously and while her stomach churned apprehensively, her heart raced, “Anyway. Do you want to go with me?”

How should she respond? A concert? She’d never been to one, what if he didn’t enjoy her company? What if she fucked up what little relationship they had? Would she have to find a new coffee shop? 

As if reading her anxieties on her face, the man smiled and his body relaxed, “It’s nothing serious, Gin. I thought it could be helpful to relax a bit. It could give you ideas for your stories. And I noticed how you’re always listening to music so I thought it could be fun. If you want, that is. And if you don’t want to go at all, I completely understand, it was super last minute any–”

“Who’s the artist?”

His lips curled back into the brightest smile Ginger had ever seen, this man, this sweet barista who had never demanded anything of her in exchange for his unconditional kindness. Now he nervously invited her out for her own benefit. “He’s an Australian artist, Irvin Iris. Have you heard of him?” Had she heard of him? Was he serious? Irvin was the artist she listened to most often, hell, she was listening to his music up until this very moment. She didn’t even realize she had frozen from the shock until she saw the large hand of the barista swinging in front of her eyes, “Ginger?”

“I’ll go.” His doe-like eyes glistened as his entire face lit up, obviously happy that she had agreed, “I’ll have you know that he’s god sent.” the man laughed with a playful eye-roll. “I’m not joking. God sent.”

“I should get back but tell me more about it tomorrow?” She was left with butterflies as she watched the man run back to the coffee shop, a feeling she didn’t know if she liked or not. Only time would tell. For now she should just focus on her writings and inspiration, or lack thereof. She intended to go home, but she held too much excitement to be cooped up behind a desk the rest of the afternoon, so she decided to go find herself a book to devote herself to. Something that would give ideas to her own work. Finally making her way through the library doors was much less scary than her mind had told her. There weren’t eyes on her and the quiet bustle inside the building reminded her of her mornings at the coffee shop, filling her with warmth and ease. Now all she had to do was find something to read.

The aisles of the literature failed to draw her attention, skimming from cover to cover, nothing stood out. Until, “Rise of Bliss.” The words written caught her eye and Ginger took the hefty novel to a quiet corner. While she didn’t intend it, this book occupied her thoughts for the rest of the week, she was hooked. 

A maid who somehow managed to win the heart of a prince despite her best friend, a born Lady, being the one betrothed to him. Regardless of the Lady’s sacrifice of her own long life for her maid to be able to grow just a bit older. The book tackled the idea of knowing your days were numbered and being able to share those days with someone who had less, and how the maid’s betrayal hurt all more because of it. How the Lady found solace in revenge and her closest companion, a Duke raised alongside her and the prince.

It inspired some of her writing as the love story was one of passion and drama, things she wanted desperately to write about. Though she found her own writing to be a cheap knock off despite the gentle barista’s insistence that it was good. Still, she found herself addicted to this story, reading and rereading it until she felt like she was the protagonist herself and it gave to her own story.

Ginger found herself bewitched the story, gushing about every little detail to the sweet barista. So much so, she assumed that he was tired of it after the fifth conversation. She couldn’t help it, every time she reread the story she found little details or completely new meanings to the characters. Her perspectives on character’s and their actions changed drastically the more she read the art between the hard covers of that book. 

The weekend came unexpectedly as Ginger had completely forgotten about the concert somehow, Irvin had been a staple in her life for as long as she could remember and seeing him in front of her, in the flesh. Singing for her. Her stomach churned and she felt the sudden need to vomit now that she pictured it, but in the best of ways. Even as she prepared for the event, dancing along as she dried off after a shower, singing into her hairbrush, and as she slipped on her shoes. She used Irvin’s music to feed into her fantasy and pictured him as the male lead in Rise of Bliss. He was what she pictured when she read it and she was terrifyingly excited to see him perform. Her phone screen lit up with a small text from her date and she knew it was time to leave. Ginger had told herself not to worry. She wasn’t the main character in the novel, there was no need to put so much expectation onto her idol. He was there to perform for his fans, she’d be another face in the crowd, and that thought brought her enough comfort to leave her house with anticipation instead of dread.

From across the street she could see the crowd forming around the venue and while it was overwhelming, it made her happy to know she wasn’t alone in her love for the artist. She fidgeted waiting for the crossing to change in her favor and she allowed the music in her headphones to sooth her anxiousness for the time being. The night air was refreshing and it made her feel like she was in a movie, it made it easier for her to breathe. Another text, ‘I see you!’ and a picture of Ginger with her attention fixed on her phone. She looked shabby in the photo and being surrounded by fans dressed up for Irvin made her self conscious of her attire. Maybe she should have dressed nicer. But the instant she met the sweet barista’s eyes, he just looked happy to see her. It made her heart flutter as he waved in excitement across the road. Even now, under the city lights and surrounded by crowds of people, his beautiful brown eyes immersed in her. He only saw her. The light changed and she finally felt her mind fall silent as she fixated on him and, with a bracing breath, crossed the pavement.

The lights were blinding, her body ached and burned. Ginger was sure she could see people above her but she couldn’t hear anything aside from the horrendous high pitched ringing in her ears. She tried to speak but she felt liquid flooding her throat. What happened? Those brown eyes, once so excited to see her. The one’s she’d grown accustomed to seeing in warmth with a smile, they looked so panicked now. He looked afraid. Of her? For her? She tried to make any sound, any movement to show her barista that she was okay. She hated seeing him so afraid, she wanted nothing more than to see that sweet smile he always gave her. Ginger’s body felt heavy, every touch she managed stung as shards of glass imbedded themselves into her skin. Was she run over? She never saw a car. But today was her first concert, her first date, her book. Terror filled her chest as the realization hit her, she would die without accomplishing a single thing. 

Next

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Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this prolog to my new story, please consider giving me some feedback or support! Please be kind and constructive!

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Sehun, Chanyeol - 230514 Back-to-Back Fancon in Kuala Lumpur press conference

Credit: The Seoul Story.

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[iinterludia]

Doh Kyungsoo e o Alto Rei Elfo

Sinopse: Após um acidente que o dispensou do exército, Kyungsoo decide recomeçar sua vida em outro país, buscando escapar de seu passado e encontrar alguma normalidade. No entanto, sua rotina é abruptamente interrompida quando ele se depara com um homem misterioso, alto e vestido de maneira estranha, que o observa intensamente antes de desmaiar. Chanyeol, o rei elfo, foi transportado para um mundo diferente do seu durante um ataque ao seu reino. E após 600 anos de busca, finalmente reencontra Kyungsoo. Sem saber como retornar ao seu reino, Chanyeol é acolhido pelo ex-militar, mesmo este duvidando da sanidade do rei elfo. Kyungsoo, surpreendentemente, se sente bem ao lado dele e aquele vazio que ele sempre sentiu, estranhamente diminui. Por estar em um lugar onde a natureza élfica nunca existiu, o rei corre perigo, por isso Kyungsoo precisa decidir entre cortar a comunicação com a realeza élfica e deixá-lo ir, ou embarcar junto para a Terra média sem a possibilidade de voltar para sua casa.

TÍTULO:  Doh Kyungsoo e o Alto Rei Elfo AUTOR(ES): Interludia CATEGORIA:EXO  COUPLE: CHANSOO (CHANYEOL & KYUNGSOO) GÊNERO: ROMANCE, FANTASIA TAGS: chansoo, soulmates, elfos, terra média ONDE LER: Spirit Fanfiction ◈ AO3 ◈ Wattpad ◈ +Fiction ◈ Nyah Fanfiction

Oiê, o post de hoje é uma divulgação! Yaay!

Como puderam ver pela capa, sinopse e detalhes da fic, essa chansoo lindinha é minha baby de reestreia depois de 12 anos sem escrever uma fic.

A verdade, maninhos, é que eu tenho uns plots e outros que vão surgindo do nada. Às vezes fico pensando se o que vem na minha cabeça já não é uma das fics que eu li e acho que é um plot novo kk.

Vamos ao que interessa:

Doh Kyungsoo e o Alto Rei Elfo, apelidado carinhosamente de DKARE, conta a história de como o rei elfo, Chanyeol, reencontra seu amado após 600 anos. Adivinha quem é o mô dele? Isso mesmo, o ex-piloto da aeronáutica, Doh Kyungsoo. 

Mas como eles se reencontram se eles fazem parte de diferentes mundos? Kyungsoo vive sua pacata vida com uma estranha e interminável sensação de vazio e Chanyeol detém o título de maior autoridade élfica na Terra Média, mas está definhando de tristeza, qual a probabilidade de Kyungsoo ser a pessoa que Chanyeol procura? E qual a probabilidade do Kyung acreditar no cara maluco que apareceu no seu terreno às seis da manhã?

Para os amantes de EXO e do Universo Tolkien, descubra acompanhando DKARE, toda quarta-feira nas seguintes plataformas de fanfics: 

Spirit Fanfiction ◈ AO3 ◈ Wattpad ◈ +Fiction ◈ Nyah Fanfiction

Sim, eu joguei em todos os lugares que eu tinha conta. 

XOXO, Interludia.

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First Bliss

Genre: Chanyeol AU, EXO AU, Fluff

Characters: Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Kissing, a little bit of swearing

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You’ve unfortunately been selected to participate in your class’s kissing booth for the school festival. You aren’t thrilled, but your best friend (and secret crush), Chanyeol, is even less thrilled. But, thankfully he’s got a plan that’ll make your first kiss extra special. 

A/N: AAHHH! This is my first Chanyeol fic, so I hope you like it–a request from a frequent anon. Please let me know if you have any feedback 😊. And, as always, please comment, like, and re-blog so that others can find this story and enjoy. Thanks! ✨

*Please note: I do not own the above image(s), so credit should go to the original owner(s).*

~*~

“Come on, Y/N, it’s probably not going to be as bad as you think.” Chanyeol sat beside you, dutifully trying to console you as you drowned your sorrows in banana milk and Choco Pies. 

“Yeah–it’s going to be worse than I think,” you whined, burying your head in your hands. “Was I asking the universe for too much?! ‘Let me not be a kisser’, I don’t think that’s reaching for the stars, do you? No! No, it’s not! I have the worst luck in the entire world! 

Chanyeol smartly said nothing, but opened another Choco Pie and handed it to you.

Biting into the delicious treat, the sugar momentarily gave you a nice rush of serotonin. You held the pie out to Chanyeol to share, bidding him to take a bite. You jumped when he grasped your wrist, holding the pie in place as he proceeded to devour the cake in one bite. 

“Geez, Chanyeol! I thought you were going to swallow my entire hand the way you unhinged your jaw just now.” You gave him a playful swat on the shoulder, waiting for him to finish chewing. You unscrew the cap of your banana milk, offering him a swig to wash everything down.

Chanyeol reached for the cake, but before he could grab it from your hands, you pulled back slightly. 

“A sip–you can have a sip! I swear, I’ll kill you if you drink it all,” you warned teasingly. 

Chanyeol grinned. “No you won’t, Y/N, you love me too much for that. Plus, you’d miss me and then there’d be no one to buy you snacks.”

He was right–damn it! About the snacks, yes, but about the other part too. You did love him. Not just in the way a friend loves a friend, but as something more. God, you felt like a walking cliche–falling in love with your best friend was a very tween romance thing to do. You couldn’t help it though–not only was he gorgeous, with his tall physique and twinkling eyes–but he was also amazingly kind, respectful, and incredibly thoughtful. He remembered your birthday, waited for you after class, helped you reach tall things. 

Beautiful on the inside and out. And unfortunately, you weren’t the only one who had noticed. Chanyeol naturally received female attention wherever he went, but always kept girls at arm’s length. Every Valentine’s Day, at least three girls would confess, hoping to win him over–but every time, he gently turned them down. It had been that way as long as you’d known him, since the first day at school when you’d connected over a shared love of the guitar. Your crush had sprung up from the beginning, like a daisy in springtime, but seeing the way he was with other girls, you’d never said anything. Regrettably, this left you pretending that friendship was enough, too scared to share your feelings for fear of losing your best friend. 

Recapturing your milk, you took a swig, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. 

“Well, this isn’t exactly how I thought my first kiss would happen–I pictured something a little…romantic,” you said, trying to hide your disappointment. 

“This’ll be your first kiss?” Chanyeol questioned, looking surprised at your confession. 

“Yeah–I mean not everyone has hoards of love interests just throwing themselves at them,” you teased. 

Chanyeol playfully smacked you on the shoulder, before turning serious. “What would you want it to be like–your first kiss, I mean?”

“I don’t know–I guess, just that it would be with someone special,” you answered, wondering how you got to talking about first kisses with the boy you wanted to be yours. 

~*~

After the bell rang, Chanyeol watched your retreating figure, a tightness forming in his chest. He wanted so badly to pull you close and give you the type of first kiss that you deserved. But your relationship wasn’t like that, afterall–much to his dismay. You’d hooked him since day one, your shared love of music and easy camaraderie had him following you around like a puppy. 

 Admittedly, girls confessed to him on a regular basis. However, he found he could never say yes to any of them–because they weren’t you. It wouldn’t be fair to lead a girl on if he had feelings for someone else…so he waited patiently, biding his time for just the right moment. But, that moment never seemed to come. Everytime he got close, you’d pull away, as if placing an invisible wall between you. You never talked about romantic feelings towards anyone else and his heart ached at the thought of you not being able to hold you in his arms. 

Stroking his chin, he thought back to the ridiculous kissing booth, knowing he couldn’t–wouldn’t give you to anyone else. He didn’t think he’d make it if he had to watch you lock lips with guy after guy, when that was all he could think about–the softness your lips, the feel of you in his arms (finally), the way you’d moan breathily into his mouth–

He slapped himself back to the present, a reminder to focus on the problem at hand. How can I kill two birds with one stone? There was no way he could stomach seeing you give your first kiss to some random guy, and you hadn’t seemed thrilled with the situation either. 

Gears turning in his brain, he smiled as a plan took shape–one that would solve both problems at hand. 

~*~

It was loud. Your classroom, usually a place of quiet learning, had quickly descended into boisterous insanity once word of the kissing booth got out. Peeking out from behind the curtain, you surveyed the long line of enthusiastic young men, all clamoring for a smooch from a comely co-ed. All of the girls had been popular so far, especially the current volunteer, Eun-sae, who was easily the prettiest girl in your year. At this point, you just wanted to get this over with and go home to ramen and a bubble bath. 

Usually, at this point, Chanyeol would’ve tried telling you a joke to take your mind off things, but he had been noticeably absent tonight–and for the last week really–at least mentally. The usual easy-going smile on his face had been replaced with a serious, pensive look, as though he was constantly thinking about something really important. He’d shrugged noncommittally when you’d asked him about it, so you figured he was clearly going through something and wanted to figure it out on his own. 

Besides, you had much more important things to worry about.

As the line dwindled down, the MC called for a short break over the loudspeaker–your cue to get ready. You guzzled some water for good measure and popped a mint, because, at the very least, bad breath wouldn’t be the thing to take you down. Schooling your features, you put on your best “happy to be here” smile and made your entrance, the MC doing his best to hype you up. 

Seated behind the gaudy pink counter, you looked out to find a decent-sized line already forming. The male interest was flattering, sure, but a bit disappointing when it wasn’t from the one you wanted. Honestly, you were kind of thankful Chanyeol wasn’t here to see you like this. 

Without warning, a familiar face made–or rather–pushed his way through to the front of the line, a wad of bills clutched in his hand. Ignoring the chorus of “heys” and “come on, mans”, Chanyeol came to a stop in front of you and dropped a won bill on the counter. 

“Chanyeol, what are you doing?”, you whispered, voice mixed with concern and relief. 

~*~

Chanyeol frantically pushed his way up to the front of the line, not wanting to miss the right moment to intervene.  He saw you sitting alone, awaiting your “audience” and relief filled his body that he wasn’t too late. Ignoring their annoyed comments, he marched up to you, plopping bills on the counter. 

“Chanyeol, what are you doing?” He recognized the relief in your voice, blended with surprise. 

“I’m helping you, Y/N. You said you wanted your first kiss to be with someone special–and I know I’m not that type of special to you, but I figured–he paused, lowering his voice to a whisper, “–that a first kiss with me would be better than with one of them.” He gestured to the ever-growing throng of onlookers gathering around the booth. 

You nodded stiffly, making it hard for him to tell how you felt about the situation. 

Before he could give himself time to second guess, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours in a brief peck. Pulling back, he noted your dazed expression, trying not to red too much into the attractive flush blooming on your cheeks.

Without a word, he turned, taking about three steps before pivoting around and laying another bill on the table, the look of surprise on your face making the entire plan so worth it. He wished he could have made this special for you–whisked you away somewhere private, with candles and flowers. He wished this could have been different–but he had a plan–and it was imperative that he stick to it. 

~*~

You stumbled offstage, a bewildered look on your face. You’d always said you wanted Chanyeol to be your first kiss, but you never imagined that your wish would come true–15 times over. Chanyeol had paid for kiss after kiss, effectively blocking out any of the other boys who might’ve wanted a chance with you. There’d been “oohs” and “aahs” (from the girls) and plenty of “boos” and “get a rooms” (from the guys), with your teacher finally stepping in to tell you to “take this elsewhere.” 

“Y/N?”

You blushed at the sound of Chanyeol’s voice, awkward and unsure of what to say after what had just occurred. You were thankful that the dark lighting backstage hid the color in your cheeks. You turned around to find him staring at the ground–almost nervous in the aftermath.

“Roof?”, you suggested, raising an eyebrow in question. You knew you’d have to have this conversation sooner or later, something better done in private than the backstage of the kissing booth. 

“Roof,” Chanyeol quickly agreed. 

The walk to the fourth floor was as familiar as the back of your hand, but today it felt different. With the earlier mirth long gone, you walked together in silence, questions stuck on your lips…what was this? Was it really all in the name of ‘helping a friend?” The cynical part of you said: He was just being a good friend–nothing more nothing less! However, the unsure, hopeful side of you wondered: Might he like me too? 

Chanyeol came to a stop, leaning against the wall, the sunset casting an orange hue over him. He stood with his eyes closed, almost as though he was sleeping. 

“I’m sorry I ruined it for you.” 

Startled, you looked up to find he hadn’t moved an inch, save for his lips. The lips he’d kissed you with. 

“Ruined wha–”

“Your first kiss, Y/N. You told me you wanted it to be with someone special and I’m sorry it had to be with me. But, it had to be me–I couldn’t just let one of those boys downstairs be the one to–”. Chanyeol cut off, seeming to stop himself from saying something he might regret. 

His response surprised you–sure, you appreciated the gesture. It was just the sort of thing your friend, Chanyeol, would do. The thing was, you didn’t want friend Chanyeol anymore. How could you go back when you’d had a taste of what could be? 

So you pushed. 

“Why? Why does it matter who I kiss?”

Chanyeol scowled and ran his hands through his hair, still not looking in your direction. 

You waited in silence for him to say something. When nothing came, you pushed again. 

“Chanyeol–look at me–you said, ‘it had to be me’. Why did it have to be you?”

Chanyeol met your gaze, the corners of his eyes looking suspiciously red. 

“It had to be me because–because–I love you and I wanted to be your first kiss more than anything.”

You were shocked at his response. A kiss and a love confession from the boy you’d pined after for years? You mentally pinched yourself to make sure all of this was real. 

Chanyeol spoke again, obviously taking your silence as a rejection of his feelings, when it was anything but. He assured you it was okay– that it wouldn’t affect your friendship–that he’d never bring up what happened tonight again.

Put your hand over his lips in a shushing manner, before interjecting: “Chanyeol–I’ve liked you for years. YEARS.” 

Chanyeol blinked in surprise. “Years? You’ve liked me for years?”

You nodded. “Since the very first day we met.” 

Chanyeol flashed a wide, gummy grin. “So, if we both liked each other from the very beginning…what the heck have we been doing all this time, Y/N?”

“Looks like we’ve been dummies,” you responded, pulling his face down for the 16th, most special kiss of the night.

Breathing in the scent of Chanyeol’s cologne and feeling the softness of his lips against yours, you felt incredibly lucky.

Maybe you didn’t have the worst luck in the world afterall. 

~*~

Thank you so much for reading First Bliss, I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to send me an ask and let me know what you think. If you liked what you read, please comment, like, and re-blog so it’s easier for others to find. Love you all! 🌸

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Park chanyeol love shot

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#chanyeol #raiden's ig story #drums #exo #am i alright you ask? #yes yes. just passing the stratosphere. ^^

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221113 | dj_raiden_ IG story update with CHANYEOL

"LOEYs Kitchen🍽"

"Afternoon vibe"

"LOEY 👑"

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[seventhofmarch1995]

Offside

(Prolog bisa dibaca di SINI)

Kemarin, Billie nemenin Elang sama Nararya nonton bola Belgia vs Maroko di rumahnya Nararya. Kenapa rumahnya Nararya? Karena lagi kosong, dan kebetulan Nararya anak tunggal. Di rumahnya Billie, si bapak berisik banget ngalah-ngalahin toa masjid. Di rumahnya Elang apalagi. Entar kalo Papanya Elang teriak, burung-burung di rumah jadi ikutan heboh. Akhirnya rumahnya Nararya jadi lokasi nobar malam itu.

Kan di menit terakhir half-time, Maroko ngegolin lewat tendangan bebasnya Hakim Ziyech. Itu tuh, pemain Chelsea yang ganteng. (Oke lupain, Billie kalau nonton bola ingetnya pemain yang ganteng-ganteng doang). Elang sama Nararya udah heboh tuh, eh ternyata golnya dianulir.

"ANJIR CUMA KEPALA SEPARO DOANG?!" teriak Elang frustasi. Nggak tahu deh Elang dukung siapa (aslinya sih dukung Inggris), pokoknya kalau ada yang ngegolin dia seneng aja gitu.

Billie cuma bisa cengo. Ya maklum, dia emang sering nemenin Elang sama Arya nonton bola, tapi pengetahuannya soal bola nol besar.

"Kan tadi ada gol, kok skornya masih nol?" tanya Billie bingung.

"Offside," jawab Elang.

"Offside apaan?"

Elang sama Nararya saling lihat-lihatan. Mereka kayaknya udah sering jelasin soal offside ke Billie, tapi kayaknya cewek itu nggak pernah ngeh. Elang menggerakkan kepalanya sedikit, nyuruh Nararya yang jelasin ke Billie. Kalau Elang yang jelasin, yang ada dia darah tinggi.

"Off = mati, side = sisi. Offside = sisinya mati," kata Nararya santai. Elang cuma bisa menghela napas lelah. Dia nggak mau ikut-ikutan nerangin soal offside.

"Kenapa sisinya bisa mati?" tanya Billie.

"Karena nggak hidup."

Prinsip Elang dan Nararya nomor satu: nggak usah repot-repot jelasin soal offside ke cewek. Mending energinya buat hal lain.

#fiction #drabble #short story #oh sehun #park chanyeol #krystal jung

[an-annyeoing-writer]

Back home feels so weird, but guess now I have time to make up for the time lost not writing exo fanfics

#I came home on Friday and it still doesnt feel real #but nonetheless #I was at the Como lake on Wednesday and that's where some Chanyeol photoshoot was taken #and it gave me a cool idea of an um #like a lonely sciencist Chanyeol #studying water life of the lake #a bit insane #but if anyone else was to know what hides in the lake #would they really stay sane as well...? #hehe #fantasy story idea #with lake monsters and other fun stuff #uwu #vg: personal

[vyinter]

i love the mini trope subversion in shting stars (tho when u look at it one way it's less of trope subversion and more of reality) cuz a top star actor and staff is one of the most tropiest cliche show you can make and it's been done a lot of times and i genuinely forgot you can make a story with thats so fun because every non MC character is Real in such a way that they're all different people with different personalities who's lives don't depend on the MCs personally but does professionally ykw i mean? watching the show feels like I'm snooping in the sm building listen to why the pr team hates chanyeol

#if chanyeol had gotten this role instead of his old role in so i married an antifan... :/ opportunity lost #i always think the actors would be embarrassed to work in a show about the entertainment industry written completely unrealistic #like the show us made for fan service fantasies and would never happen irl when THEY experience what would actually happen in those situat- #ions every day...... thats so embarrassing #like shting stars is truly a show any actor would be proud to take part in because it hits the nail #and apparently this writer did take this story from a lot of behind the screen stories and changed up stuff so no one would figure out #im sooooo sad no one i know is watching this mutuals or irls i need someone whos seen this to talk withh

[xxktnexx]

Who Does It Better?

CHAPTER 2

READ Chapter 1 - Picking A Fight

Chapter 2 - Let The Game Begin

Chanyeol's lips started to move against yours. Licking and sucking every part of your cavern without giving you a chance to breathe.

You needed air but could not pull back as he grabs your nape to keep you in place.

His lips trail down your jawline and into your neck. Finally giving you the chance to intake air for your almost burning lungs. But then his lips never left your skin, leaving hot kisses on its wake. Tasting every inch of you.  

You're not new to this. You knew foreplay when you feed on your prey's wet dreams but it's so different in reality. It feels like your mind is swimming in a  erotic whirlpool. It's disturbingly addictive.

You bit your lower lip, preventing yourself from moaning and Chanyeol doesn't like that. He suddenly bit on your sweet spot making you gasp then moan when he started to suck at it.

"That’s more like it." Chanyeol said.

“Shut the fuck up.” You fought the moan and push the snarl out.

“Let’s see if you can shut the fuck up, shall we?” He said with his taunting voice.  

You can feel him smiling on your skin and that woke you up. This is not about making love, this is a game. A competition to know who is better between the two of you.

Without hesitation you run your hands on his hair and tug on them deliciously. It did affect him, but he did not give anything away. And you are not having that.

You slide your hand from his neck to his collar bone teasingly as you grind on him at the same time. Your movement was slow and careful, angling directly yourself to the length of his hardening member underneath you.

"Hmm shit." Chanyeol moan but pulled it with growl under his breath.

You were too happy on yourself that you can draw this kind of expression out of Chanyeol.

You can feel his hard on under your crotch and honestly you're getting nervous. You can tell that his friend is big and guessing it's still getting bigger.

But your not cowering down now. You have to make him bow down.

You grind again. Feeling the absolute pleasure by just the friction of his member on your heat. You moan longingly and run your palm over his covered chest. Chanyeol suddenly grab your hip to steady you in place.

"Stop." He said out of breath.

He knew he’s screwed when he said that, especially when he heard your seductive chuckle.

"Aww what's this? Having a hard time aren't we?"

"You would be thankful that I stopped you." There is no humor on his words.

And you shiver when you meet his eyes. It looks darker than before. Seriousness, lust and something you cannot pinpoint swim in them.

You scoff taking the threat as a joke. "You don't have to be gentle with me. We're not making love here Yoda. This is all sex."

You felt his eyes turn cold and it made u regret what you said for a moment.

Chanyeol suddenly stood up making you yelp. You wrap your arms over his neck and legs around his waist, holding for dear life. He on the other hand had his arms over your ass and thigh.

He did not say a word as he went to the bedroom with you still clinging onto him. He shut the door and push you over it painfully.

You almost felt your spine snap.

You let out a squeak scream of pain and then replaced by a gasp when Chanyeol's mouth capture yours again and lick down your jaw. Biting and sucking on you fair skin living angry marks for everyone to see.

"Fine, then I'll fuck you. Twin's rule?" He asked referring to the rule Jina and Juna gave to you earlier this evening. He was alternating from kissing and licking the new hicky he just created on your shoulder blades.

"Deal." You answered.

The sweet and gentle kisses were all long gone

You decided to fight back, pushing him off you and he let himself be pushed. Chanyeol's back meet the bed and you hurriedly crawl on top of him making sure to seat on his groin.

You kissed him this time and give him hickies when your at it. You felt him flip the both of you. Making you lay under him.

The sweet hot actions of dominance looks more like a battle more than anything else. Each of you aiming to outrun each other. Making sure to give pleasure to another as much pleasure you receive, if not more.

Chanyeol’s lips captured yours again in another heated kiss. He sneak his palm under your shirt and made way to your breast squeezing it painfully.

You almost scream from the violence.

"No bra?" Chanyeol mocked you.

“Off course you dimwit. I took a bath.” You talked back while panting.

You really got to admit, Chanyeol was really good with that mouth of his. Everything he does to you was just a huge turn on.

You were taken by surprise when he suddenly rip his own tshirt off you. Even the boxer shorts he lend you did not escape the harsh treatment.

You’re all naked under him now and he still haven’t lost any clothing. And what’s more embarrassing is Chanyeol stopped whatever he is doing and scanned you with passionate lustful eyes.

But he gather your hands and pin it above your head before you could even cover yourself.

“Don’t even think about it.” He was hovering above you taking every details of you to himself.

You bit your lips. You will lose if this game stays like this. Without second thought you encircle your legs around Chanyeol’s waist and pulled is lower half down. The contact from his clothe boner and your naked wet made him groans in appreciation before he growls dangerously low in your ear.

Thanks to this you slipped your hands away from his grip. You hurriedly pull the hem of his hoody off of him. You’re not the only one getting naked here.  

Now you understand why that woman earlier almost moan when she touched Chanyeols arm. Those biceps are moan worthy you can guaranty that. You took the temptation and touch Chanyeol’s chest. Slowly gliding your soft hands from his upper torso's well built muscles to his six packed abs. Making sure to rake a little on them with your long painted nails.

“Shit.” He gasps under his breath.

“You can’t have all the fun now, can you?” Your voice made a sultry mocking tone.

Chanyeol shot you a dark look. 

You two shared another breath taking kiss and he made sure to cares every inch of you. From your breast down to your waist then legs and all the way to your pussy.

You gasp when you felt his calloused hand slide up and down on your slickness.

“Fuck, just like that.” You said grinding slowly.

“My tongue can do better.” Chanyeol said as he dove down and made slow lick between your folds.

You grab a fistful of his hair as he ate you continuously. The sinful moans spilling from your own mouth made Chanyeol’s dick grow painfully hard.

He harden his tongue muscle and push it inside your hole. Your back arch in pleasure pulling Chanyeol’s face more to have a contact with your womanhood.

You can feel your orgasm building up and he was far from stopping.

You can feel your walls squeezing his tongue and you tried pushing Chanyeol away but he pinned your body still. You came hard on his face as he cleans you dry almost driving you to insanity.

God damn it!

Chanyeol sat up and look at you with dark eyes. "You lost." He gave you his mocking smirk while licking his lips. Your juices was still smeared over his lips.

"That's only round one." You said while slightly panting.

Chanyeol crawl back on to you giving you a wet kiss, tasting yourself as his mouth abuse yours. "It should be." He suddenly said.

It took you by surprised. Did he want to drag this game long? You didn't bother answering your own question since you have to pay him back. You took the chance and flip over your positions.

"My turn." You whisper and began to pepper Chanyeol's body with wet kisses. You slowly lick his six packs like it was some kind of chocolate bar making him bite his lower lip because of how you look.

Finally, you made it to the waist band of his pants. And since you're a total prick and a tease. Instead of sliding it off using your hands you settle in using your teeth.

You can tell Chanyeol's getting impatient as his breathing turn rug and his face display pure anguish. That made your grin run deeper.

His already rock hard dick sprung up. The tip blushed with arousal and his pre-cum is trickling down, tempting you to lick it dry. You had to admit, you made a pause when you saw his thing. You've seen one before while feeding but damn, nothing beats his. 

"I'll take that as a compliment." Chanyeol's sudden comment woke you up from the thought.

The smug look he's giving you is irking you to no end. Just to get even, you squeeze his shaft and put it inside your mouth without warning. You suck the tip while swirling your tongue around it, his precum blending with your own saliva.  

"Fuck, yes." He threw his head back as your warm mouth envelope him. 

Chanyeol collect all your hair in a one messy ponytail while you're still busy sucking him off. You bob your head rhythmically ignoring the building pain in your jaw. You take his as much as you could while using your hands what your mouth couldn't take. Chanyeol is grunting above you and with just the sound of his low voice send shiver down your spine and into your pussy. Making it wetter in every passing minute. "Y/N..." He moan your name. The way your name roll on his tongue cause a pleasing wave in your being.

Chanyeol started to get aggressive, he's now buckling his hips to meet your mouth.  Tears forming on the corner of your eyes as you're starting to gag. But you fought the urge and relaxed your throat making the penetration bearable.

"Shit, your gagging sounds better than my music."

The sudden comment made you chuckle and the vibration just made Chanyeol grunt more. You can tell that he's getting closer, so you started to suck harder. You looked up and meet his eyes.

Chanyeol almost came then and there. You looking up to him while his dick appear and disappear in your mouth is a view to die for. You're as hot as hell that his mind couldn't see anything except you. But he won't let it end like that. There are still more things to do and he can't let himself fail here.  

You can already hear the sound of victory, Chanyeol's moan and grunts that is, when he suddenly pulled you up making his rod slip from your mouth. You look at Chanyeol, he was panting heavily. He may have mirrored your face earlier when you had your untimed orgasm. Tch. That was close. You thought.

"Let's get down to business." He guide your arms and encircle it on his neck, an act which you happily oblige. He lay you down on his comfy bed and you inhale the manly scent on it. 

Defenitely his.

Chanyeol pump his dick before sliding it up and down on your folds a couple of times. Coating his dick with your love liquid. You can feel it's head as he align it to your entrance.

You expect him to snap it inside you or even push it inside without even caring if you're ready or not. Fear came crushing in and you tighten your hold over Chanyeol's broad sholder. Squeezing your eyes shut, preparing for any pain.

But it never came. You open your eyes confusingly and look up to Chanyeol. He was looking at you with a sweet smile on his lips. He's eyes slid within your soul with an emotion you've never known before. Chanyeol's expression was soft, warm and... loving? You've never seen this side before. Wait... You did. When you were still kids.

Chanyeol saw the confussion on your face making his smile evolve to a grin.

Is he playing with me? You could not help but to think.  

"You ready?" He asked and you just nod.

Chanyeol placed his lips near your ears while preparing to enter you. "Just say it if you want me to stop." He whispered.

This 180 degree personality shift is making you a lot more baffled but did not made a word out of it anyway.

Chanyeol slowly ease in, stretching you to the size of his dick. His eyes was closely watching your expression.

Fuck, so tight. He cursed, fighting the urge to fuck you real hard. The way you envelope and tighten around him is already driving him crazy not to mention the expression you're showing.

You gasp in pain and the tears are starting to fall from your eyes.

He saw this and plant a passionate kiss over your lips to distract you but not before teasing you to lighten you up from the tension. "See, I was right. You're virgin. Well a moment ago."

"Fuck you." You chuckled a little then hissed.

"Currenlty working on that." He said with a husky voice while still pushing into you.

He was now fully inside you before you know it. He stayed still giving you the time to adjust on his size. You look at Chanyeol and you can tell that he's giving his best effort in stopping himself from ramming inside you.

"Move." You said and he greatfully did what you told him to do.

His hips starts to move in an angled motion. Each thrust is slow and passionate. He wanted to savor the moment, to feel and memorize every inch of you.

You started to moan in pleasure, pain is already at the back of your head.

"Faster, please." You didn't notice that you just beg and you absolutely don't care at the moment.

Chanyeol's thrust became faster that you're arching your back. The profanities keeps on swimming inside his head. She feels so good. He thought.

You can already feel the burning sensation on your lower stomach and Chanyeol was no different But both of you are denying the approaching orgasm for the sake of winning.

He pulled out from you and you could not hide the whine that exit your lips.

"Patience babe." His already deep voice made a husky turn. You glare at him but he only chuckled.

Chanyeol flip the both of you. He let you straddle him as he lay down on his back.

"Now, ride me." He said giving you that adorable grin.

"Don't tell me what to do." You said at him yet you grab his dick and pushed it inside your cunt.

You let out a shaky breath before starting to grind your hips back and forth. Your pace is constant, deep and rythmic. Chanyeol grab your hips, helping you on your action but you took one of his hand guiding it to your right breast. He squeeze your tits with your hand over his while your other limb is over his torso for support.

You can now feel your orgasm building up again.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm getting really close. You thought as you look down on Chanyeol.

He was looking at you with glisting eyes. By the way his cock pulsing inside you and the way his grip tighten, you know he's as close as you.

You moan again and again. Just a little more. You thought with close eyes.

You squeeze Chanyeol's dick with your hole for the last time before you finally heard his beautiful grunt. His warm liquid shooting inside  you.

You came right after he did. Your voice rose in another level as the euphoric feeling came flooding in. You ride your orgasm before meeting to a stop.  

Both of you are panting while looking at each other. Chanyeol was still inside you when you chuckle.

"It's my victory right?" You gave him your very rare grin and it honestly surprised Chanyeol.

He sat up and gave your lips a peck. "Not a chance baby girl." He chuckled. The sudden name made a total flip inside your stomach.

Both of you changed back to missionary position and you can feel his dick which is still inside you growing and hardening again. He was intensely looking down at you.

"Now, let's start the final round." He said.

You circle your arms around his neck. "Bring it on. Big guy."  

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