Touch Me: A Chanris Fanfiction

Touch Me: II

Chanyeol did call Yifan. The next night. He figured it would be too soon to call the same night that Yifan told him to. Finally, he thought, maybe Yifan didn't find him a total creep. After their first encounter, (where Chanyeol may or may not have tried to fondle Yifan,) Chanyeol had been trying hard to fix things between them.

When Chanyeol called, his stomach was in his esophagus. He was nervous, and had no idea what he was going to say. He supposed he would just 'go with the flow.'

After three rings, when Chanyeol nearly dropped the phone, Yifan answered.

"Hello?" Said a deep, cool voice.

"Hey, Yifan! What's up?" Chanyeol emitted.

"Hey Chanyeol. I'm just resting after practicing for hours." He sounded exhausted.

"Oh, I can go so you can sleep. But... Didn't you have today off, as well?"

Perhaps Yifan was working too hard. You could always find him dancing or recording. (And organizing his outfits and plushies when he had absolutely nothing but free time.)

"Yeah, but I really needed to work on it. It's going great, but I keep screwing up. Honestly I need a partner. But no one would be willing to spare their own time."

Chanyeol began to think on it. Soon, a great thought planted in his mind. And it may even help him become closer to Yifan.

"I can help you, if you wanna." Chanyeol chimed.

"Well, I was hoping for a girl. But... You'd really do that? Why?" Yifan answered, more curious than ever.

Because you're hot and I wanna dance against your gorgeous, sweaty body, duh.

"Because you need help, and I don't mind to help you. When is the next time you practice?"

"Tomorrow before lunch. At about 11. You can meet me at the studio then." Yifan replied, happily.

"Great! Um, what are you doing after practice?" The question was burning in Chanyeol's throat.

"Nothing, actually. I'm not sure. Why?"

Chanyeol bit his lip nervously before answering. "I was going to ask you if maybe you would like to go to the café with me? The one near the studio; we could walk there after."

Yifan made a "hmm" sound, as if he was thinking, and after a moment Chanyeol thought he wasn't going to answer.

Yifan cleared his throat though, and replied with "I would like that. We're on for tomorrow then."

Chanyeol sighed in relief, hoping the noise wasn't audible on the other end of the line.

"Okay, ha." He said, awkwardly.

"Oh, and Chanyeol," Yifan began, "Thank you. For helping me tomorrow. I really appreciate this."

"I'll help out anytime I can, it's no trouble. You're welcome."

"Okay, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow, Chanyeol."

Something about the way Yifan said his name drove Chanyeol crazy. Chanyeol hung up feeling like a million dollars. He was both excited and nervous, and somehow completely intimidated by Yifan. He was only slightly taller, but he was manly and mature, and so sexy. And even more than that, Chanyeol was going to get to be his dance partner tomorrow.

Sleep didn't come easy for Chanyeol. He laid in bed, eyes wide, thinking about the next day. God, it could go so many ways. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss Yifan. Then he remembered what it was like to feel his thighs. Then, he realized that Sehun was right, and it was completely stupid.