Living With Idol (Chanyeol ff)

Chapter 4

Y/N's POV

"Oh... Did I wake you up?" he asked. "You would have if I ever got to sleep," I said. He sighed and said, "Sorry. I just couldn't sleep." He put away his things and stood up. "By the way," he said, "I have a few questions for you." "Like what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Let's go to the kitchen first! I want to grab some water," he said. I nodded and followed his tall figure out of the music room to his kitchen. "So... How old are you?" he asked, as he looked in his fridge for a water bottle. "Why would you ask me that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Can't I ask you that?" he asked, opening the bottle. "Well, eighteen," I replied, airily. He choked on his water and started coughing.

"Whoa! Are you okay?" I asked. "You mean-" he said, still coughing, "YOU ARE JUST A KID?!" I glared at him and said, "I'm an adult!" He hit his chest slightly, trying to stop coughing and his eyes nearly fell out as he stared at me. "Is it that surprising?" I asked. He finally stopped coughing and just stared at me as though I was a ghost. "What?" I whined. "Then why the f-" he was about to curse and I gulped, but then he stopped himself and said, "Why were you talking about making a living and jobs? You should be in high school." in a controlled voice. I was kinda disappointed that he didn't curse and pouted. "That's because I dropped out of school," I replied casually and he stared at me even more.

"Why would you do that?" he asked. "Because I don't have any money?" I asked, "My parents have abandoned me, you see." He huffed and said, "I don't believe you! How did you get a concert ticket then? Concert tickets don't drop from the sky. They are pretty costly!" "That's a long story," I said, winking. "Don't tell me you stole it," he said, looking at me up and down. "Yah! Do I look like the kind who would steal?" I asked, pouting. He nodded and I glared at him. "Well, mister, I didn't steal it!" I said. "Then how did you get yourself one?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, "Or do concert tickets grow on trees in your house?" "Haha," I said, rolling my eyes, "I got them from a boy." "What?" he said, frowning. "You see~ I work in a café and there was this handsome, rich guy who was after me," I said, enjoying his attention. His expression darkened slightly and I continued, "He asked me out." 

"And?" he said. "I agreed," I said, simply, "But I told him to get me an Exo concert ticket if he wanted me to date him~ And guess what?" "Impossible," he said, shaking his head. "He got me a ticket!" I completed, happily. He leaned against the kitchen counter and said, "Miss, you..." "I'm clever, aren't I?" I asked, grinning at him. "I just don't know what to say... Imagine what would happen if the word got out that I'm dating an eighteen-year old," he said. I blinked a few times and then mumbled, "An idol who is 29 dating an eighteen... Heol... That would be awful for your image..." "Got it pretty late, didn't you?" he asked, sarcastically. "Don't worry! No one would find out my age!" I assured him, "Although I actually am an adult!" "Why are you so sure?" he asked. "Because no one really knows much about me," I said. "Just go and sleep," he said, "I would have to tell my manager about this... We would see what could be done..." 

He put away the water bottle and then walked out of the kitchen while I stood still. I have caused too much trouble... Maybe I just shouldn't have asked for a concert ticket... None of this would've happened then... But I really, really wanted to see them at least once in my life. "It's okay," said Chanyeol suddenly, walking back in and standing in front of me. "I can't tell you how much sorry I am..." I said, in a low voice, "I didn't-" Before I could talk more, he had wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. I froze completely as my heart began to go wild. "It wasn't your fault," he said, softly, "I'm sorry I blamed you..." "D-Did something bite you?" I asked shakily. "What?" he asked, looking down at me. "I mean... W-Why are you so... different...?" I asked. He smiled and said, "I just realized that you are too young and innocent to try something weird. Don't worry! I will take care of you and make sure you aren't harmed in any way."

I blinked a few times registering what he had just said. Me? Young and innocent? Oh boy! That's a bit... I had to control the urge to laugh. "Park Chanyeol, I thought you were pretty smart," I said, in my mind, "But looks like you are really dumb! Do I look INNOCENT to you?" But this is gonna be interesting~ Just let him think I am innocent! I nodded and said, "Thank you..." "Okay! It's late now! You should be sleeping now," he said. "I guess..." I said. "C'mon," he said, smiling sweetly, "I will put you to bed." That's a bit... I just shrugged and nodded again, but I didn't think he would literally tuck me in my bed and wish me good night. What the hell is wrong with this Park? Didn't he hate me? This feels so nice though~ 

Chanyeol's POV

I sighed. This changes everything... It confirms the fact that someone is trying to ruin me. And Y/N is just eighteen?! Gosh that's just... I should make sure that nothing goes wrong. It's gonna be difficult... On one hand, I want to protect her but on the other, I really just want to keep my distance and get through this. "Remember, Chanyeol, whatever happens... You can't get too involved in this girl," my manager had told me. That's right. I can't let myself fall for her. I am the untouchable man! Let's just make it through this! Also, aren't teens the most unpredictable people in the world? She might just have fooled me. I can't let my guard down so easily like this. I sighed and shut my eyes to sleep.

~To be continued~

Thank you for reading~! I love you❤

Edit: Yes. I changed her age. The dialogues sound a bit weird now but I think they might work anyway! I also thought about changing the sweetly tucking in part to him being more suspicious of her since Gen Z teens aren't really all that trustworthy and all but I thought it was funny enough to stay. Signing out~