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Butterflies | Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff (so very fluffly)

Description: In which Park Chanyeol can’t help being shy and all you can do is love him.

Word count: 1,000

Author’s note: So this was my very first ReaderXMember (/-\) I actually like how it turned out? Just a heads up, iNCOMING FLUFF. Will publish the second part of this drabble asap (probably tomorrow) Also, I have an exam tomorrow so rip me. Enjoy *^*

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Light touches were all it took for you to indulge in his sweet bliss. Soft caresses of skin, feather-like kisses. The mere act of intertwining your fingers with his, even just one, could set you above cloud nine. For you, that’d always been enough.

Park Chanyeol wasn’t one to share much skinship either. When you two had met, you’d sworn to the heavens above that he was the most innocent and sensible person there could ever be, and you weren’t wrong. Asking him to hang out together had been a tough challenge but you simply could not let the opportunity pass of befriending such unique person. 

The thin glasses that framed his eyes had lay in such adorable manner just below the bridge of his nose, where he often had to reach to push them upwards. His soft, honey brown curls hadn’t helped much either to cover up his sweet persona.

To put it simple, in every viable way was Chanyeol sweet confectionary to the eye.

A ray of sunshine, your best friends would call him.

“Y/n, how could you get so lucky?” Eun-bi would pout, tugging at your arm playfully. “Seriously, the boy did not ever flinch for any other girl.”

“That’s right,” Yerim nodded knowingly. “I even considered him not being into girls.”

“What are you talking about,” you laughed. “Sure, he was shy at the beginning. But you’ve just got to wait for him to open up."

Yerim did not look convinced. “You two have been together for almost a year and he still sometimes remembers to use honorifics with you while we’re around.”

“So?” You questioned, shrugging. “He’s just polite.”

“Ditto,” Eun-bi chimed in. “Besides, I’d rather have him call her by her full name than those weird, mushy names couples give each other.”

“Aw, but those are cute,” Yerim pouted and Eun-bi stuck her tongue out.

“Well, he does call me something.”

Both pairs of eyes gleamed in wonder. “What?”

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“Butterfly”

“What did you say?” You asked, your eyes shifting from the dusty ground to Chanyeol.

“Nothing, I just felt…”

He never finished. Instead, his hand traveled to his chest as he kept walking. You sighed, looking back to the scene before you. Cherry Blossoms decorated the landscape. A light blue colored the morning sky along with particles of blossoming pinks that were thrown around and around by the wind.

The surprise and wonder remained within you. Why had Chanyeol called you that morning? He’d only told you to meet him at the park but you’d figured he must have had something planned like those other days when you two hung out once he’d managed to be less shy around you, or anyone for that matter.

“So,” you began, swinging your hands around to shake out the nervousness. “What did you need me for?”

Saying you had a crush on Park Chanyeol was an understatement. Last year had been the time you’d met him and all you’d taught about was how to get him to open up to you, to others. You had no idea why but the thought of meeting him, knowing him, filled you with an inexplicable kind of joy.

And, indeed, you two had managed to become great friends and you’d finally, truly met Chanyeol. You discovered his passion for music and talent in composing. His eagerness to learn new things, to know more. And even his rather bizarre knack for picking locks, which, by the way, still puzzled you as to how he’d learned to do that.

All in all, you learned plenty of things about Park Chanyeol. But that hadn’t been enough.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged looking up to the blue sky, hand rising to cover his eyes from the sun. “I just wanted to see you.”

Your mouth dropped open for a second but not a sound came out. Before saying anything, you figured you should try to understand what Chanyeol meant by that– often, words with no meaning would slip past his tongue (like that one time when he suddenly said ‘cake’ because he’d been thinking about it).

Surely, he simply meant it as friends. You’d done the same before, too; calling Eun-bi or Yerim with no specific reason.

So, “oh” was all you could say.

While the two of you kept walking, you realized, by looking out from the corner of your eye, that Chanyeol still held his hand by his chest.

You turned to him, worried, “Are you okay, Yeol? Does it hurt?"

You tried to ignore the blush that crept up his cheeks when you called him that name. Yeol. He’d told you before that he’d gotten used to people calling him by his full name and that it sounded oddly cute when you called him by that.

“No, y/n, I’m not okay."

Your eyes widened. Was he in pain? Did he need to go to a hospital? Should you call and ambulance?

“No, I don’t need a doctor,” he chuckled, knowing very well what you were thinking from your panicked expression.

“Then–”

“I need you.”

You had no chance to react. Your body was met by warmth and soft cotton and that honey-like essence of his. Your hands remained still by your sides and your forehead was pressed against his chest, just below the crook of his neck. His arms, unbearably slowly, circled around your waist and his forehead rested on your shoulder. Willing your arms to move, you grasped the hem of his sweatshirt, closing your eyes and digging your nails into the soft fabric and you could not suppress the smile that tugged at your lips ever so delicately.

Chanyeol laughed softly and you felt his lips oh so close to your ear you still wonder how you had managed to stay upright.

“They tickle.” He said in his usual deep voice that seemed to drop an octave now that he whispered it at such proximity.

“What?” You asked, and couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“The butterflies."