e.x.o. the mafia - book II [DISCONTINUED FOR NOW]

• sixty seven •

sixty seven.

"Here, here." You pointed at the screen monitor, looking very close. "Try to zoom it here."

"Mrs. Yoon is safe. All guard up. But.. okay." Chanyeol sighed, doing what you requested. "I understand how worried you are."

Once you noticed how your mother's tracker is no longer moving, you released a satisfied sigh. "Thanks."

"You're gladly welcome," Chanyeol scratched his nose, looking at you with his beautiful rounded eyes — and he was too focused that you can feel your heart leap immediately.

"Stop, uhm, looking." With flustered face, you covered his eyes. "If that's it then I guess I'm done now here."

You were about to leave when he grabbed your elbow and pulled you harshly. You stumbled on the suddenly move and seems like you purposely fell in his thighs.

He stifled a grin, definitely liking it. "Where are you going?"

"To my designated room. Probably will talk to Jaepil? Mina? I don't know." You brushed your hair up, his eyes following your hands closely that makes you more and more flustered. "So.. uhm.. excuse me."

His huge hand suddenly rested on your lower back and the other one at your legs. Your eyes widened, giving him a surprised reaction.

Too loss at words, he spoke instead. "I like you."

What's with the sudden confession?

"Park Chanyeol, what the hell are you doing right now?" You blinked anxiously, removing his hands that contacts on your skin. "Stop."

He stubbornly rejected your order, putting it back in the same place. This time, he started caressing it which made you jolt in your current seat.

Without warning, he leaned close enough where the tip of his nose touches your neck and his breath tickles your sensitive skin.

You quickly raised your hand and slapped him in his chest. "W-W-What are you doing?"

"Showing my affection for you." He snickered, pulling his arm under your legs and the other one to support your back.

You watched him keep on doing whatever he is planning to do so. His scent was naturally there, and it made him have a much more gentleman vibe.

But his moves are just opposite.

He dropped you in a bed covered with black fluffy mattress nearby in a not really gentle way. You bounced off slightly, looking at him with still a surprised expression.

Still frozen, you manage to say, "I'm leaving, get off me."

Chanyeol only jumped beside you, the contact making both of you bounce at the bed. He scooped your in his arms, leaning more in his side so he could get closer to you.

The position earlier drastically changed. It's the tip of your nose's turn to hit his neck.

"No, you're not allowed to." His raspy voice ordered.

He craned his neck down that you could feel his lips touching the top of your head.

"Who are you to tell me what I should and should not do?" You rebutted.

Weird enough, you got comfortable in his arms after just a few seconds.

"I am Park Chanyeol." Followed by a grin, he then raised his legs and wrapped it on yours. "Be my hotdog pillow."

Did he just requested you to be a hotdog pillow?

You glared up at him mockingly. "Oh really. You'd like me to be your hotdog pillow?"