It's Now or Never

Heart Attack

February 3-D.O. POV

       Monica starts to walk away as the lift door closes. My eyes followed her as long as I could before the door shuts. My manager looks at me, eyebrows raised.  I raise my shoulders and put up my hands,"Mwo?" As if I had no idea of what he was referring to. I was in trouble. I haven't been attracted to anyone this much. I have to seek advice from one of the hyungs, but which one? Suho is our leader, but he is formal about such situations. I need to talk with someone who will not only speak to the head but the heart also. Chanyeol, I will speak with Chanyeol. He is wise and sensitive about matters of the heart. As we pulled up to the Dumont, I text Chanyeol, not wanting my manager to know, and ask him if he could meet with me in my suite in an hour, alone. He will. The first thing I do when I get to my room is order room service. I'm sure everyone else has eaten and if I didn't eat before Chanyeol arrives, he would be more focused on my eating than the situation at hand. I ordered Clear Noodles with mixed vegetables and a bottle of water. I wasn't that hungry and it was a quick dish to prepare.  I took my shoes off and placed them in the closet, hung my jacket on the back of the chair thinking I  should dress for the weather next time I'm going out. I finished my meal and I hear a knock on the door. 

"D.O.!, D.O.!" it was Chanyeol. I hurry to the door, open it, and pull him in. He has the biggest smile on his face. He looks like he just stepped out of the shower. His hair is still wet, and he has on a bathrobe and slippers. "I didn't want to be late," he said as he flopped down on my bed. "I know that's important to you and I would like for us to remain friends." Chanyeol has always been considerate of the feelings of others. I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed where he is not occupying.

       "We were listening to your interview, you done well, all the guys say that you did." He makes a point to mention as he is pulling on his bathrobe, trying to get it straight, underneath him. "Thank you" I responded. I sat in a position to look him in the eyes. Seeing that I was serious, he imitated my actions and asked: "What's up?"

"This conversation stays between us", I made a point of letting him know. He nodded in agreement.  "What would you say if I told you I meet someone that I would like to be more familiar with?" At first Chanyeol look puzzled, then with his hand, he motioned me to continue, to tell him more. I wasn't expecting this response and I didn't want too much to be known. But Chanyeol being as honorable as he is, I knew I would be safe.  "I meet her at the radio station," I told him.
"Ah! I see" as he took out his phone. I got off the bed, trying not to show my frustration with him for pulling out his phone.
I'm trying to talk with him and he's bored with our conversation already. I wanted to strangle him. 
"Come, come, come sit down" he is telling me, placing his phone face down on the bed. "Tell me why you would like to be more familiar with her?" Chanyeol could always get a stir out of me, but mostly calm me down when I'm stressed.
 I tell Chanyeol, "She's unlike anyone I've met. She's... exotic. I've never seen anyone who looks the way she does. I would be fine doing nothing all day, just looking at her. That alone could be enough, but she makes me challenge everything I'm not and makes me question everything I know," there I said it and have no plans on repeating what I confessed.

 "Exotic, what do you mean?" He asked, raking his fingers through his hair, trying to manage it. "Describe her to me"
I can't believe he is asking me to describe her. But I really would like his advice. So I humor him. I must admit, I'm somewhat nervous. This is new territory and not only for me. I haven't been part of a conversation with the guys where something like this has come up."She is 175 cm, light brown eyes, full lips, and black hair that come past her shoulders. Her voice is strong and sweet. Her laugh, man her laugh is intoxicating" I tell him remembering the way it sounds.

"Anything else?" Chanyeol asked. I shook my head no. "I don't see what the deal is" he says nonchalantly as he is picking up his phone again.
"What?!, put that phone down," I said not being able to hide my frustration. He lets out a big laugh and shows me his phone. It's a picture of Monica.

 "I've known the entire time," he continue to explain how he could sense the chemistry between the two of us when she was interviewing me. How she would flirt with me and laugh at my jokes. "D.O. you should have picked up on that, you're not that funny," he says and start laughing. I guess I missed all the signs. "Do the guys know about it?" I asked. Seeing how concerned I was he assured me that they didn't have a clue and wouldn't hear anything from him. I thanked him for understanding. The next thing out his mouth took me totally by surprise. "So you're interested in a caramel kissed, African American girl?" I couldn't help but to laugh and think who is this kid? Then he told me "Go for it!  I don't see anything wrong with you wanting to know her better." I frown and say "she is an African America woman, I don't know where to begin." Chanyeol puts his hand to his chin and taps it a few times and say "yes she is, but she's still a woman, and all women like some thoughtful gesture." She did say she wanted to come to our concert, but tickets were sold out. I could get her a ticket and a backstage pass. I could have it delivered to her condo with a note attached. "I know exactly what to do. Thanks, Chanyeol!"