it's you because no one else makes sense.
C H A E Y O U N G
It felt weird pouring out my feelings like that towards Chanyeol. But he felt happy when I did, I knew he was holding back because I was too. He was just that type of person, the one who would adjust to the people around him, he grew up like that. Just accepting the circumstances life gives him without any hesitation. It made me feel guilty, knowing what I know now and looking back at how we started.
All he wanted was to be loved but never gotten it, it wasn't because he wasn't capable of giving it back. It was certainly not that. I did take advantage of it, thinking it wasn't real, thinking that we were just in this constant state of filling out each other's void.
But there was something about his touch. How he had managed to place a mark on my mind before reaching for my hips, or my lips. He didn't call me beautiful, he called me exquisite. Every moment with him now felt like euphoria, all because I felt the same way he does. It still sends tingles all over my body, it still scares me. But now it scared me because for the first time I had something of mine that I didn't want to let go.
"Done" Chanyeol chimed as he finished braiding my hair, I grabbed the mirror and examined his work. Not bad.
I smiled up to him and giggled, "I have a feeling you do this a lot with other girls in the past,"
"Only when I want a blowjob," He joked making me tackle him down on the sofa, I pinched his ear and after hearing him shout out his defeat I sat on his lap and laughed along with him.
He tucked a few loose strands of hair behind my ear, "Wanna tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours?"
"Do you always pay attention to everything I do?" I smiled, toying with the neckline of his shirt as we stayed in place.
"You're very transparent, it's hard not to get curious." He admitted, biting his lip as he playfully ran his fingers up and down my arm.
I laid down on his chest and immediately heard his heartbeat, his hands found the little hairs around my nape and played with it. There was something weirdly comfortable about how we can't seem to get enough of holding each other. Was it because we had missed each other? In a sense, we had always imagined someone else while holding one another, at least, with me. That may be reason why? The freedom of doing it freely without thinking of someone else actually felt more... Tender? Truer?
"You're doing it again," he said, followed by the sound of his deep low laugh echoing through his body.
"Sorry," I looked up to him and tore myself away to sit beside him.
"What's the matter?"
"If Wendy knocks on your door in a minute, will you take her back?"
He seems taken by what I had just asked. I wad too, it just rolled off like word vomit. Chanyeol sat up and faced me, his face had determination written all over it. He held my hand and took a deep breath. Please say no.
"All I've been doing was to forget her," He looked down on our entangled hands.
"It's a yes or no, Chanyeol"
"If Jaehyung suddenly tells you he loves you, would you leave me for him?"
Well shit. I guess the tables have turned on me, but it was just starting to feel really good with him. This past whole week I didn't even think about Jaehyun, nor did I even looked.
"I'm starting to really like you," I admitted. Damn, these word vomits.
Chanyeol looked up, I find it cute how he was trying to mask the smile forming on his lips. But then he leaned forward and gave me a kiss, "Too bad, I'm starting to really fall in love with you"
His kiss, his touch, his words, it made me selfish. I couldn't get enough of him, I knew he felt the same. How he touched me indicated that. I gripped a handful of his hair as he guided me down on his lap, biting the tip of my shoulder as he tore my dress off my body. I can feel him get excited under me as my hands reached his jeans.
"I want you so bad," He whispered in my ear, biting at it. His hands pressed against my bum, squeezing and kneading it. I let out a whine, making him smirk.
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The following weeks went a lot smoother. Nothing really changed except for the fact that Chanyeol had gotten cornier and cheesier each day. We finally got to hang out at my house a few times after school which resulted in him beating my brother Henry in their little games. I never knew Chanyeol was such a competitive little skeez. He had also stayed over for dinner a few times, obviously, it pleased my parents; especially my dad. I was happy that Chanyeol valued my family a lot, he was so keen on making them like him even more. It couldn't get any better.
I was hanging out with Kai and Sehun at the cafeteria while we wait for Chanyeol and Jennie since they also share a class together. Then from the far back, near the windows, I saw Jaehyun and Wendy. Their conversation looked heated.
My curiousity rose when Sehun asked, "Are they fighting?"
Almost half of the cafeteria was looking at them, Jaehyun said something and then came the slap. Wendy stomped out of the cafeteria while Jaehyun slumped down on his chair. I didn't know why but somehow the urge that I wanted to comfort him made me feel icky. Before I did anything reckless, I excused myself from the boys and rushed out only to find Wendy tiptoeing as she kissed Chanyeol. My Chanyeol.
Chanyeol pulled away and I felt relieved, he was thinking of me too. But then he pulled her out with him down the corridor, and out of the building. I felt my knees weaken, I bit my lip trying to stop any tears from coming and went back to the cafeteria.
Walking over to his table didn't feel right, but so did what I saw just a few seconds ago. How did I become so stupid? I did I let him walk all over me? I tapped his shoulder and smiled at him.
"Chaeyoung?"
"I have to tell you something."
