Chanyeol Smut

Call Me Baby

Once I begin to eat, Chanyeol walks back into the room. He grabs a plate and some food then sits down to eat with me.

"My manager wants us to all go in for an interview of our upcoming album. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to leave once I finish eating," he explains.

"That's okay. I should get going anyways, I'm sure my roommate is probably wondering where I'm at."

"Alright. Take your time, there's no need for you to rush out," he tells me as he takes his last bite.

I grab our plates and wash them then put them away. I just realized I don't have any other way of contacting him... should I ask him for his number? Am I allowed to? I don't want this to just end here, but I also don't want to be clingy. Aish what to do.

"I really want to see you again, but I'm also not allowed to give you my number," he says as he enters the room again.

"Oh, uh yeah, that's uhm, understandable. We wouldn't want anyone to know about the great Park Chanyeol settling for some nobody. Hah that's cool, I should get going," I quickly fumble for my things and start walking towards the front door. As I open the door, it immediately shuts. As I look up, I see Chanyeol standing in front of me with his hand on the door.

"You're not some nobody. I really like you. Don't ever speak about yourself like that ever again," before I can reply, his lips instantly meet mine and I am engulfed in this moment. His hot lips move steadily against mine. Our breaths quicken and deepen. His hands guide across my body as mine end up in his hair. As soon as we pull away, Chanyeol reaches around me and hugs me tightly to his chest.

"But wouldn't you get in trouble if anyone found out about us? Or whatever this is?" I ask, dreading the answer.

"I don't care. We'll just take it slow for now," he answers and gives me a kiss on my forehead. "I don't want to see you go but you really should before the others get here."

"Okay," and with that, I begin walking out the door.

"Wait!" I turn around and look to see chanyeol rushing towards me. "Just because I can't give you my number, doesn't mean you can't give me yours."

"That is true. I like the way you think. Haha here, I'll put it into your contacts."

After that, we finally part ways. I'm just hoping it isn't the last time I see him.