You had come home from a long day of work. As you opened the door, there was no Chanyeol running up to you, hugging you until you're red in the face. "Yeol? Where are you?" You asked, closing the door behind you, looking for him. "Yeol! Stop kidding around! Where are you? Yah!!" Your patience was starting to wear off, he was always home when you came home. After 5 minutes of frantically searching around, you decided to go take a shower. You took your towel and walked into the bathroom.
"AHHH!" You screamed. you saw a figure in front of the mirror, before realising it was Chanyeol, poking at his ears. "Yeol? What are you doing?" You asked. He didn't reply, he turned around and back hugged you, tight. Scratch that, really tight. "Y-y-yeol, I-I-I can't b-b-breathe." You managed to squeak out. His grip loosened but he was still holding you. "Yeollie, what's wrong?" You began to feel a wetness on your shoulders, he was crying. You dropped your towel and walked him to the couch, so you two could talk. "Can you tell me what's wrong now sweetheart?" You asked, cautious not to make him burst into tears again.
"ME! I'm what's wrong, I mess up the height in our group, I get scolded by manager-nim so much, I'm not a good singer like Kyungsoo and Baekhyun, and I'm not a dancer like Jongin or Yixing! I could never be the leader like Joonmyun hyung, or possibly be cute and mature like Umin hyung! I'm not that good of a rapper either, everyone praises him for his rapping! And last of all, why are my ears so big? No, not big, HUGE?" Jagi, why am I like this?" He sobbed, you listening to each word he had to say. You never knew that he thought all of that about himself.
"Yeol, I like your voice. You don't mess up the height in your group, and even though your not a singer or dancer, you're a rapper. Everyone likes your deep voice, it doesn't make you sound weird at all." You quietly mumbled, just so he could hear it. You heard his sobbing start to quiet down. His face was still tear stained and by now, your shoulder is soaking. You turned around and wiped his beautiful face. "Really? You think?" Chanyeol didn't know if you were lying or not. "I mean every word. Every. Single. Word, Park Chanyeol. You replied, his once tear stained face, turning into his classic happy virus grin. "I love you so much jagi, thank you for that." He replied, pulling you in for a sweet kiss~
A/N: Sooooo, what do you think of it? Chanyeol is definitely my ultimate bias, so I enjoyed writing it, but it was really rushed, mianhae :( I hope you still enjoyed it, even after not posting a new scenario up for a long time :) Please also check out my fanfic, I Hate You, But I Love You <3
