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"What are you doing here?" He harshly tightened his grip on me. I couldn't let him know I was fearful. He would get more satisfaction if I do.
"I can ask you the same question." I tried to sound confident, unphrased.
He pushed me out of his hold making me trip slightly on my own feet. I saw his face. His eyes. The eyes of the person that watched over everything. Park Chanyeol.
"Why are you here?" He spoke with frustration and melancholy.
"Answer me!" His voice make me jump slightly. His face full of fury. Why was he here? Why was he angry?
"Tell me. Are working for the news?" He voiced in a threatening manner.
"No. I am not a reporter. I just..." Wanted answers. Answers that I didn't know where to find. Answers that lied somewhere.
His dark eyes darted to me. Making me retract. Fearfully.
As he stepped closer to me, I moved back further. Until my back hit the wall behind me. He inched closer to my face. Immediately closing my eyes, thinking the worst will happen.
"Don't say anything..." His hot breath fanned my ear. Sensitive to the feeling. Goosebumps arose all over my body. I bit my lip.
The first door creaked open. Chanyeol took up my personal space becoming closer than before. Our faces only a few inches apart. His breath was fanning my face.
Heavy footsteps were heard outside of the bedroom. Tapping in the direction of the bedroom area. I unconsciously gripped Chanyeol's shirt. The movement of the person stopped. My breath stopped.
The movement proceeded away from our hideout. The door creaked indicting the leave of the person. I let out my breath that was wavering.
"How did you know someone was coming?" I whispered in his ear.
"I didn't..."
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Room #19 || e)(o Chanyeol
Fanfiction"Do I know you?" I ask tilting my head up at him. "No, you don't." His expression solemn. The elevator dinged, He exited. Still nameless...mysterious. I knew nothing of him as the doors closed between us. He stood still as it shut, his back facing...
