Let Me Love You [EXO Chanyeol]

Chapter 6

Kim Sunhee

It had been five days since I first became friends with Chanyeol. I must admit he's incredibly nice and really cool. We had a lot in common, our mentalities were quite similar. We even spoke informally to each other already. It was really good to have him around.

My parents never really showed up, because of something to do with work, and I ended up staying alone. Thank goodness, Chanyeol was there all along.

Coincidentally, Chanyeol and I were leaving on the same day. He asked me to travel back to Seoul with him, since he 'liked my company so much'.

For the past few days, we explored around some more(went to restaurants, shopping, or just walked wherever), had fun in the pool(I tried to prevent him from seeing my body), watched movies in either one of our rooms, and randomly hung out around the hotel. We received weird looks everyday, mostly because everyone was so old, and apparently, it was disturbing for them to see a young pair of kids messing around.

"Please, come with me. I'll pay for us both. Please? Just one party."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Chan, I don't want to go partying!" I whined. "I want to rest. Why can't we rest?"

"Because we've rested a lot! Come on, don't be such a party-pooper. Just this once, please? I promise you'll have fun with me." He pulled out his secret tactic... his great aegyo.

I wanted to slap the pout off of his face, but he looked so adorable. I finally sighed in surrender. "Alright..."

He smirked. "See? I always get what I want."

"Hey, don't be so full of yourself, or else..."

He gave me a defying look. "What?"

"I'll stay."

"No! No. I'm kidding, okay?" There was a small smile plastered on his lips.

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"I already went to a club called 247 Lounge, I think. I had a great time... We could go there?"

"I think that's our main option. It seems to be one of the most popular ones." He took a mixed black and white blazer and put it over his plain black shirt. "We're matching," he said, winking at me.

I looked down at my clothes and remembered that my dress was black and white, as well. "I'll just go change this dress," I said as I turned around.

"Hey! Are you serious?"

I laughed. "I'm kidding."

"Aww, I knew you'd love the idea." He grinned, and his smile was so bright and big.

He was about to pinch my cheeks, when suddenly, "Don't," I said sternly.

He raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Gosh, why so mean?" The last part was more of a whisper, but I heard it loud and clear.

"Oh, so I'm mean?"

He rolled his eyes. "You can be when you want to..."

I smiled a toothed smile. "Yeah, you're right."

After a few minutes, we were both ready. Chanyeol handed me a face mask, 'just in case'. I took it happily and both of us wore one. We looked funny.

We grabbed a cab to the club. The taxi man looked at us weirdly, and I couldn't blame him... I mean, two people wearing black face masks at 11 PM... that's weird, yes.

Chanyeol took care of our entry to the club. As of now, no one had recognized him, thankfully.

"Do you want anything?" he shouted over the loud music.

I nodded. "Just get me a beer!"

"Don't leave my side," he whispered into my ear once he lowered his mask. He put it back and enlaced our fingers.

I was taken aback, honestly, but I didn't do anything about it. I just let our hands stay entwined.

Chan asked and paid for our drinks. He handed me a bottle and kept one for himself. We took off our masks. I felt as if I could finally breathe normally again.

"Whoever drinks it last has to pay for the next pair of drinks!"

I raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him defyingly, and nodded. "One, two, three!"

We chugged down our drinks, and I finished first. I knew he had given me advantage.

"The next pair of drinks are on me, alright?" I said as we got two more beers. "Alright, Chanyeol?"

"No, there's no need."

"Let me treat you at least once." I pouted.

He sighed and nodded.

For the next thirty minutes, we sat on bar stools and drank and chatted. Out of all the drinks we had, Chan only let me pay for two. That guy, seriously.

By his, what, seventh drink, he was tipsy. I was, as well, but I seemed to be more resistant to alcoholic substances.

"So anyway, what do you say we go dance?" I asked.

"I'm not any good at dancing, really."

"Neither am I, so stand up. Now." I stood up and held my hand out for him to grab.

He took a hold of it and got on his feet. "God, you're so convincing." As the words dripped off his tongue, the sarcasm was more than evident.

I glared at him, punching his arm. "Okay, don't dance with me. I'll go get some stranger instead."

"No-" He grasped onto my wrist. "I was kidding. I want to dance with you. It would be my pleasure." He winked.

Chanyeol placed his two hands on each side of my waist and pulled me closer to him. His back was pressed up against a wall, and our fronts were squeezed together. Slowly, we swayed from side to side to some trashy house remix. He was breathing against my ear, causing my skin to shiver.

We were not dancing inappropriately. It was more of an attempt at dancing. Neither of us knew how to, so we were just randomly moving back and forth and from left to right, and so on.

By the time we stopped, about three different songs had played. We were both slightly sweaty, and not only because of our actions, but because there were so many people, and the spot was almost like a sauna.

"God, I'm so hot," Chan said while attempting to fan his face with his hands, which only caused him to get hotter.

You sure are. I bit my tongue. "You wish," I yelled.

He smirked. "What was that?"

"Nothing." I batted my eyelashes and smiled.