Chanyeol Smut

Wake Up Call

I wake up with my head pounding. I sit up but it just makes me feel dizzy. I look around but I see no one in this low lit room. I can hear a piano playing in the distant. I look to the side and see a t-shirt and some sweatpants. I'm guessing whoever brought me here left these for me. I stand up and pull off my skirt. I then begin pulling off my shirt when I hear the sound of the piano stop. Once my shirt is off I reach over to the t-shirt.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry" I hear from the door. I suddenly freeze. Standing at the door only a couple of feet away from half-naked me is the one and only, Exo's Chanyeol. Before I can say anything or even put any clothes on, everything goes black.

I awake a while later in the same bed, fully clothed. Sitting next to me is Chanyeol with a glass of water in his hand.

"Here, take these pills," he hands me the pills and the glass of water.

"Thank you," I mutter still in complete shock.

"I know you're probably very confused but I can explain. I was leaving the concert building as you were approaching. I thought you were some  crazy fan so I ran. But then I heard you fall and begin crying so I went back to help. I couldn't just leave you there so late at night. I figured since everyone had left, it would be okay for me to take you with me. Do you have any questions?" he asks.

"Yeah... where are we?"

"This is my personal home. Each member has one where we can retreat when we need some time away, so don't worry, no one will barge in and find you here," he answers. "How does your ankle and head feel?"

"Much better now," I look down and see that my ankle is wrapped up and smile a little, how sweet of him. I look back up at him and notice he's been starring at me this whole time. "Why are you starring at me?" I hear myself slip out. Damn it brain, you weren't supposed to say that out loud!

"Haha well you're straight forward. I'm sorry, it's just that you're very beautiful," he answers. I scream very loudly inside. Did Park ChanYeol just call me beautiful? Basic me?

"T-thanks," I reply as my face gets heated. I look back up at him and I notice a few scratches on his temple. "Oh you're hurt," I say to him as I reach to his wound.

"Ah it's nothing," he says.

"But if that's so then why are you wincing as I touch it. I'll help you out, it's the least I could do after you helped me so much," I get up and grab the first aid kit I'm guessing he used on me. I pull out some things and carefully clean out his wound. He winces, "shh it's okay. It'll be better soon," I finish cleaning then I dab some ointment on top. I lean close and blow some air on it.

"Uhh..." he says.

"What?" I ask. Then I look down and realize my boobs are right in front of his face, no more than a centimeter away. "I'm sorry!" I say and immediately back away.

"No it's fine.. It's not like I haven't seen them already anyway," he tells me and chuckles. Man the sound of his deep laugh... it makes me want to get close to him again. Quickly dismissing those dirty thoughts I place a couple of band-aids on his wound.

"There, you're all set," I tell him.

"Thanks," he says.

"Mhm," I reply and gaze at him for a while. Man he's so handsome.

"I should shower," he says and gets up. "There's food in the kitchen, help yourself," he then walks off.

I swear we were looking at each other for an eternity. It almost seemed like we were about to kiss. Maybe even more. But no, that could never happen. I'm just one of his millions of fans.