The Official EXO Ship Book

Chanbaek

I glanced at my Fitbit, panting. I was relieved to see only thirty seconds left. My legs were burning, my breaths were coming out in gasps, and I felt slightly lightheaded. Finally, finally, my alarm went off. I quickly stopped my treadmill and hopped off, sweat dripping into my eyes. I swiped it away and collapsed on the floor, letting my head droop between my legs. I hated cardio. 

Little huffs made me look up, only to stare. Chanyeol was weightlifting, a frown of concentration on his face. He looked incredible- a set jaw, his muscles were rippling, that messy hair... He glanced at me and gave a sexy smirk. Oh my god.

No Baek, I thought, looking down. Not again. Get those thoughts out of your head.

I kept on thinking like this. Why? He was my best friend. I shouldn't be attracted to him, or be obsessed with him.

Or should I? I remember feeling the same way about a guy at my school. I ended up confessing, and the guy simply smiled and kissed my head, making me feel fuzzy all over. It was a good feeling- though I never saw the guy again, he left me with a new bit of knowledge; I didn't only like girls.

"Hyung?"

I looked up, raising my eyebrows at Chanyeol. 

"You OK? I'm done, we can head back."

"Oh, yeah."

He held out a hand, and I took it. He suddenly pulled my arm just as I pushed myself up, causing me to fall into his chest. Ugh- falling right into iron muscles hurt.

"Hyung, are you OK?" He said, laughing. I clutched his shirt, trying to pull myself together. Kind of impossible when only now I realized he still smelled good. After working out. Why? Now I was being driven mad- and I started to clutch his shirt tighter. Oh god.

"Hyung? Baekhyun, are you OK?" He took my face into his huge hands, pulling me away slightly to frown down on me. I stared back up, mouth gaping open slightly.

"Are you OK? You look..." He shook his head. "Do you need water?"

I looked down at his lips, feeling myself become slightly faint. Maybe it was a lack of oxygen. Maybe I needed to do some deep breathed exercises. Yeah, that was it... 

I started to breathe deeply. I fell onto Chanyeol's chest, closing my eyes as I tried pulling myself together. Chanyeol supported me, being very patient. After a bit I knew I was fine, so I looked back up at him. And yet I still went insane at his gaze. What was wrong? Chanyeol bent down, resting his forehead against mine as he gazed into my eyes. He blinked slowly, nodded slightly and pressed his lips against mine. 

I starred, confused. What? How... Why did he... what?!

Chanyeol released my lips, sighing slightly. "Baek, why didn't you kiss back?"

"Did you read my mind or something?" I said, still blank-faced. "Why did you nod?"

Chanyeol snorted, laughing his head off as he kissed me again. This time I kissed back, trying to wrap my arms around his neck. But even on my toes, I couldn't reach. Damn him for being so tall.

He suddenly wrapped his strong arms around my waist and lifted me up, making me squeak. Chanyeol sighed in annoyment and sat on the lifting bench before sitting me on his lap, attacking my lips again.

"OK, I'm sorry, but CAN YOU GUYS STOP?!"

We both ignored Kai, too much in the moment to stop.

"At least get off the damn bench."

Crap.

"Oh, hey Suho," Chanyeol said, allowing a grin. Suho gave us a death glare, so we gladly escaped with our lives.

"Bedroom?"

"Yes."