[ONGOING] ExoPink One Shots COLLECTION

44 - ChanJi (Entry #9)

Title: Way To Go

Pairing: ChanJi

Genre: fluff, fiction, attempted comedy

Warning: Cusses here and there.

Summary: A thing happened and led to a close encounter between the two. 😛 Read the story to find out what and how.

Author: 4everyeols

Message to readers: Look who's back. It's me! Because of my frustration of wanting Chanyeol and Eunji to collaborate together in a song, I wrote this. It took me weeks to accomplish this and I was happy I finally had the right mind to continue and give it an ending. I hope you'll like it. (Darn! I've been wanting to hear Eunji and Chanyeol's version of Stay With Me. Who's with me?)

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When I close my eyes
I see those eyes

My heart kept aching
So I wanted to forget

If this is a dream, please let me wake up
Are you really my destiny?
Fall--

A clap. Another clap.

Distracted, I took off my earphones to face the origin of the noise. It was overly excitable Bomi who had a sheepish grin across her features. I only looked at her, asking what the matter is.

She only turned her head to the dressing room's door and so did I. There was a stranger who seemed like a manager with his attire. I stood and greeted him with a bow. As a reply, he did the same.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're Eunji of Apink," he spoke. "Am I right?"

"Yes, I am," I smiled. "How can I help you, Sir?" Wew~ I sounded like someone in front desk.

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"Chanyeol, have you heard the news?" Leader asked me. I looked at him as if my eyes turned into question marks. "Your duet partner won't be able to come tonight because of her schedule."

My brows furrowed. "Oh," I drawled.

"But the organizer already came up with solution so there's no need to panic." He gave me a pat on shoulder. I released a sigh of relief.

"Glad they have. I might end up doing all the singing and rapping, otherwise. If that happens, I'd still slay the stage. I'm the jack of all trades after all, Suho hyung." I grinned but yelped out of pain. "Yah, who threw a pillow at me."

"It's me." My gaze fell to a year younger man who looks a decade younger than he really is. He was darting his signature deadly glare. His eyes said how fed up he is with my conceit. "Any protests?" He asked and I shivered due to the threatening tone of his voice.

He may look like someone you wanna squeeze in a bone crushing hug with his squishy and cute visual. But that man is someone not to mess with. Once he gets sickened with you, run for your life as fast and far as you can. He might chase you with one of his knife collection.