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131. EXO Chanyeol - Clueless

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Summary: you didn't understand why Chanyeol was insisting he spend his Friday night with you when he was able to have the company of anyone else on campus.

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x reader

Genre: best friends to lovers / college au / slightly suggestive

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You barely looked up at Chanyeol when he entered your dorm room and he slumped down on your bed with ease. You went back to the textbook in front of you. "Your head is still stuck in a book? It's Friday night."

"Not all of us were blessed with good academics with little effort, Chan."

He propped himself up on his elbows and chuckled. "For someone who complains enough about their lack of a social life, you're your own worst enemy Y/N. That assignment isn't even due for two weeks yet."

"Sue me for wanting an A."

"You're getting a D in social skills," he reminded and you shot him a glare.

You had known Chanyeol since the first day of kindergarten. He had been nervous as he eyed all the other children playing together whilst he stood at the edge of the playground, and you had approached him, sticking out your hand confidently and introduced yourself as his best friend from that day onwards. You almost laughed bitterly every time you remembered back to your childhood; the tables had definitely turned now. Although you had kept your promise of being his best friend over all these years, as maturity came to you both, Chanyeol had definitely become more popular during high school. He had grown up handsome and was friendly with everyone. You hadn't been as fortunate and chose books to be your friends when your peers became obsessed with how they looked and interacted around each other. You didn't have time to waste trying to fit in.

Besides, Chanyeol had always been there regardless of how popular he was.

This continued into your first couple of years of college, Chanyeol breezing through life with all the female population fawning over him and his good grades garnering him equal attention from the other students for help on how to be as successful. You had to admit, even if he had all that attention, Chanyeol was rarely arrogant about his status. It was one of the reasons why you still loved him as much as you had your whole life because he didn't disrespect others and their own struggles.

Not often anyway.

Still glaring at his dig on your lack of wanting to drink and party on the weekends though, you let out a huff of air. "Do you need to be here bothering me? I'm sure there are multiple people who would be happy if Park Chanyeol turned up at their party tonight."

"I want you to come with me."

"Why?"

"Because you never go out," he answered pointedly, giving you a hard look. "Come on, Y/N!"

"No thank you," you declined, tapping at your book. "I already have a date with some Ancient scriptures."

"And that's why you're never going to get a boyfriend."

It shouldn't hurt as much as it did; after all, Chanyeol was right. You didn't value meeting up with some guy at a campus party and becoming acquainted with his tonsils like some of the girls seemed keen to do. You didn't want to knock the experience for them either but it definitely didn't sound like a plausible way for you to start a relationship. You wanted to know someone before their hands found their way under your shirt, and definitely within a lucid environment too.

"Maybe I don't want one," you told him, looking down at the textbook and not taking in anything it said. You were lying and he knew it too.

"Don't make me remind you of your diary's entry about how badly you wanted a boyfriend to fall head over heels in love and then marry and have two kids with," he teased and you gaped at Chanyeol, shaking your head fervently.