Exo Imagines

Locked in Love (Chanyeol)

"_____-ah, come play with oppa," Park Chanyeol whines, tugging on your arm like a five-year-old.

You're in history class, and the last thing you want is to be distracted by this giant idiot.

"Yeol, you need to stop pestering me. You'll get us in trouble-"

"Miss _____," your teacher snarles, "Is there something I need to know about?"

"No, I was just...."

All eyes are on you. You struggle to find any words to explain yourself, but Chanyeol straightens in his seat.

"Mr. Chek, it's my fault that _____ is in trouble. Please, punish me instead."

An amused smirk plays on Mr. Chek's thin lips, and you're still surprised at Chanyeol's sudden change of demeanor.

"Alright, then both of you will stay after class. Is that clear?"

You nod, organizing your papers into one small stack nervously. Stay after class...on a Friday? Was he serious? You worry about what Mr. Chek will have to say throughout the period. The bell rings, and you gulp. You knew that Mr. Chek is known for being strict, but as soon as the class is dismissed for the day, he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. You swear you hear a click, and you shoot Chanyeol a confused look.

"Did you hear that noise after the door shut?" He asks, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah...."

Both of you sprint to the door, praying that you had heard wrong. But, no matter how hard you tug on the handle, it won't budge.

"Oh no," you mumble, "We're locked in."

"No...this has to be some kind of mistake..." he counters, banging his fist against the wooden door. Everyone has gone home for the day, so there's no one here to find you.

You start to panic, your anxiety kicking in. Leaning over a desk, you breathe in quiet, uneven gasps.

"Hey, are you alright?" Chanyeol says softly, approaching you. You shoulder away from him, covering your face with your hands. He grabs your waist and spins you around to face him, intensity in his eyes. You let a few hot tears slide down your cheeks.

"_____, I want you to tell me when you're scared, alright?! We're going to get out of here, one way or another. I won't let you die. You know that, we've been best friends for years. Have I failed you before?"

You shake your head, starting to shiver from your anxious sobs. He pulls you to his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around your torso. You rest your cheek against his chest. You feel engulfed in his warm embrace. Your breathing slowly returns to normal, and you close your eyes, your wet lashes sticking to your face.

"Are you okay now?" He murmurs in his deep voice, his lips just brushing the top of your ear. You mutter a response, something to the like of 'yes'. Giving you one last squeeze, he releases you.

"Maybe we can climb out the window," you suggest, sniffling a little.

"Considering we're on the third floor, that might not be a good idea."

"Wait...we have cellphones...why don't we just call the police?"

His jaw drops and he whips out his cell phone. The smile is quickly wiped off his face when he sees there's no reception.

"I guess we'll just have to wait until someone comes back to the school. I mean, even though it's the weekend, teachers still need to come back, right?" You say, your voice quivering with the thought of hope.

"Yeah! I'm sure someone will come back. We have to stay positive."

Waiting hour after hour, you begin to think you were wrong. Chanyeol is sitting on the floor, with your head in his lap. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, wishing that you didn't have to be here with him. That Mr. Chek had just given him the detention, and not you, too. You're too important to him.

"Chanyeol," you say quietly, sitting up, "I'm cold."

His heart feels like it's breaking into a million pieces. You didn't deserve this kind of treatment. He unzips his hoodie, draping it over your trembling body.

"No...you'll freeze," you protest, but he simply hugs you, tugging you onto his legs.

"I already feel warmer," he whispers, kissing your temple. "_____, I have something to tell you. I've loved-"

At that very moment, a miracle happens. The janitor bursts into the room, an angry look on his face.

"Yah, what are you kids doing in here?!" He yells, raising his broom as a weapon.

"We were locked in, sir. Please don't hurt us," Chanyeol explains, his arms weaving around your hips defensively.

"Oh, really? That's terrible! Come on, kids, let's get you out of here," the janitor says.

When you're finally outside, you breathe a sigh of relief. Chanyeol calls the police, and they arrest Mr. Chek for abuse, finally putting him where he belongs for constantly mistreating his students.

You now stand on your doorstep, Chanyeol facing you with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Chanyeol. For taking care of me," you say, smiling back at him.

"Anytime. Can I tell you something?" He asks, and you nod. "I want to be the one who always takes care of you. I love you, _____, always have, always will. It was terrifying, thinking that I might lose you in the classroom. The very thought of it made me nauseous."

Grinning through tears, you jump onto Chanyeol, your legs wrapping around his waist. He quickly supports you, chuckling.

"I love you too, Yeol! I've been waiting to hear this for so long!"

Twirling you around, he laughs with you, your fingers tangling in his hair. He sets you on your feet, leaning down to finally kiss you, after all these years.

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Sorry I took so long to update! Writers block -.- but it finally went away.

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