Is Chanyeol my Universe? [Exo Chanyeol Fanfic]

Romantic Chanyeol

*kriiiing*
My phone rings when i just got out of bathroom. Who call me this early? It can't be Chanyeol, can it? Ugh stop thinking about him Janet. I put on some clothes before looking at the caller id. It's Jihoon oppa. Why on earth my weirdo co-intern call me this early? I decide to pick up his call. "Yeoboseyo oppa. Is there something urgent in the office?," i ask feeling super annoyed at his morning call. "Do you need a ride? I happen to be in your area," he asks. What? Doesn't he dislike me? "Janet?," he asks again. "Uhh ye-yeah. I'll be ready in 30. I need to make breakfast," i explain. "I'll grab you some sandwich. I'll be there in 15 minutes," he replies and hang up. He's so weird. He's the one who asks me to go with him but it feels like i force him to pick me up. Odd. Very odd person, indeed. I hurriedly do my simple make up and finish it off with brick-red matte lipstick and tie down my hair since we're probably riding bike. I need to wear my soft brown contact lenses since my reading glasses is nowhere to be seen. I take a look at myself in the mirror. Daebak. I don't look like a Korean at all. My light brown hair, little freckles on my cheeks and pretty double eyelid big eyes are not something you can see everyday from Korean women. I hurriedly put on my black semi-leather pants, maroon turtle neck with my Tory Burch green tartan coat and black leather boots. Not to forget to grab my mcm brown backpack and i'm heading downstairs. I better wait for Jihoon oppa rather than dealing with his cranky mood for the whole day.

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It's already 3 o'clock. My Monday meeting work out fine. I just have tons of work to finish by this night. I'm sooo tired that i don't even think i can take a train home. I'll just take a cab, i guess. By the way, my morning breakfast was good but also strange at the same time. Jihoon oppa bought me tuna sandwich without any single slice of tomato in it. It is very strange since Starbucks sandwiches always include tomatoes in it, unless you make special order like me. I'm starting to think Jihoon oppa stalks me. But why would he? Does he realize who my father is? Ahhh aniya. It just impossible for someone like him to be interested in what my family do. He was so cold to me the first time i got here tho. He wasn't even interested in me. I can clearly tell that from the way he looks at me or his gestures. It's more like a brotherly gestures.

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I finished work at 7. It's a little late than usual as the meeting with the head of top music agencies went harder than i thought. I never realize how Kpop music plays very important roles in Korea's foreign policy orientation. I feel squishy. I don't think i skip meals. Did.....i? Ughhh one of my bad habits. Skip meals when busy. This is why my stomach feel unwell. "Janet, i'll drive you home," shouts Jihoon oppa. What? Again? Two times in a row? "Ya! What's with you and Jihoon?," asks Nam from behind. "Nothing," i simply answer. "Don't you realize he's been staring at you since morning?," Nam asks again. "What? That's creepy!," i answer jokingly. "What a dense woman," Nam says and leave me alone. I march to the exit door, not thinking about Jihoon suggestion to go home with him. I didn't say yes tho? As soon as i get out of the front door, Jihoon stops his motorbike right before my eyes. "Get on," he demands. "Shiro," i refuse and continue to walk. I need to find a cab asap. "Janet, get on the motorbike," he shouts. "I don't want to," i shout back. Walking faster than before. Suddenly someone stops in front of me. And it's Jihoon. "Let's go home," Jihoon says with his cold eyes. "Shiro!!," i shout at his face and continue to walk. Then he grab my left arms and force me to ride his bike. I'm surprised. That's rude! "Stop it, Jihoon," i say. He doesn't even bother to look at me. I pull my left hands so that he can turn his way at me. When he does, i grab his collar neck and say "Don't mess with me," i say sternly. Right at that time, i finally see something i've always feared of. I see a black ear peace on his left ear. Oh no this cannot be real. I touch his coat-pocket and find out that he has two phone devices. Holy moly. This can't be real. I'm raging with anger right now. I hurriedly check my backpack. I need to see if he is what i'm really thinking of. Right there. I feel something under my bag. A small black device that i'm familiar with. It is a fucking tracking device. Oh damn. I'm so dizzy right now. I sit on the crossroads. My legs are too numb to even react. All these times, Jihoon is a spy. Or you can also say a bodyguard. He is hired to look after me, here in Seoul. I knew it. My parents wont leave me alone. I should've never believe them. I've been living this life for over 10 years. Damn it!! "Janet?," Jihoon calls my name. I'm so disappointed at myself right now. How can i be stupid thinking i would live freely in here? I hate myself. "Jen?" He calls me again. I don't even bother to look at him. "Lee Jung Ah?," he calls me again. That caught my attention. I look right into his eyes and say "Don't you dare to call me that. You don't know who i am,". I get up and leave him behind. I don't care who the hell he is i just want to be alone. "Where are you going? I'll drive you home," he grabs my lifeless body. Damn it why do i have to be unwell in a day like this? "You look pale. Let's buy something to eat," he adds. He acts as if nothing happen while all i see my world is crumbling in front of me. He drags me along with him and say "Hold onto me. We'll be home sooner, ma'am," he says. "I'm not your ma'am. I don't hire you," i say sarcastically.