Drabble Collection #2

Park Chanyeol || EXO, EXO-SC || Welcome To Wonderland!AU

As the new trainee at Wonderland, it wasn't easy trying to remember every single detail needed to perfect the job, unlike the manager Park Chanyeol.

He is perfect, in every single way.

You watch dreamily as he shakes the cocktail skillfully, adding some tricks to make it look appealing to the customer.

You don't notice that he's getting closer and you are tripping over the lip of the slip-proof mat on the floor.

Not until you've spilt rum and coke all down his work shirt.

"Yah! Y/N, what did you do?!" He scolds as he tries to keep his cool, the drink cold on his skin as he finishes the drink he's making quickly before giving you his full attention.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, grabbing a dishcloth to try and clean the spillage - to no avail. "Take off your shirt and I'll go get you another one." You aren't quite thinking as you slip your fingers under the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head - not until you are faced with his slightly toned abdomen and pecs.

"Well?" He snaps his fingers, calling you back from space as you stare unashamed at his bare torso. "Can you get me a shirt?" You absentmindedly nod as you step backwards, feet catching once more and you feel yourself fall...

Until a strong hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into a hard, wet chest.

"Tch," Chanyeol frowns down at you, cheek pressed directly on his heart as you try to think of what happened. "You better not be so much of a klutz in front of the boss if you want to keep your job." He puts you at arms length, shaking his head. "Go find me a new shirt, Y/N; I'll make you a drink to settle your nerves." The smile he offers you contradicts his earlier tone and you dash up the stairs into the area labelled Staff Only.

Maybe crushing on the handsome bartender will be the end of your job here but you can't help but smile at the warmth his body emitted as he rescued you from further embarrassment.

Maybe crushing on the handsome bartender will be worth it.

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The headboard bangs against the wall as you ride Chanyeol, his hands moving over you and squeezing your breasts as you scream his name into the dark room; he feels so good inside you, every movement you make causes him to touch the deepest parts of you and you never want to stop – even when your orgasm rolls through your body.

"Fuck! Chanyeol!" You shake, pussy clenching around him as you cum again and he thrusts upwards to push you further into the blinding white you feel. He's so close, he's holding back because he wants to see how long he can last with you but he can't hold out much longer.

You move your hips once the shaking stops and begin the slow rhythm. "I bet the neighbours know my name." He smirks, your cheeks turning pink as you imagine how often you scream his name – it's hard not to when Chanyeol fucks you so good.

"I would need to scream louder if they didn't," you moan when Chanyeol decides to change positions, rolling you onto your back as he picks up the pace so he can reach his end. "Hard not to scream it," you bite back a moan when he hits deeper, "when it feels this good."

He never suspected you to be this much of a good fuck, when you entered the bar the other week, you looked like a total stuck up with the way your nose turned up at everything and everyone around you but turns out – you're a freak in disguise.

"Angel in the streets, freak in the streets," the boss had told him when she leant against the bar and gave you a once over, "you better make a move quick before Lay decides that she's his next target." That was all the encouragement it took for him to walk up to you and strike up a conversation.

Something he doesn't regret, at all.

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She's been haunting him, making him feel like his guilt has been eating him alive and the Queen had told him this would happen – that some things cannot be erased, no matter how much we want them to be. Chanyeol sees her face wherever he goes and it causes him to go insane.

Artwork looks like her, the woman he spends his nights with look like her and whenever he actually sees her face in the bar – everything he tried to hide comes flooding back.

"Talk to her," Jongin walks past, bumping shoulders with him as he makes his way towards the Queen, "it's pathetic to watch."

Chanyeol scowls, throwing Jongin the bird before heaving a heavy sigh and readying himself for a talk that will make him feel like the worse person in the world.

Sienna is polishing glasses, watching the club and ignoring his very presence – even if he stands out with his tall height and candy floss hair. "Sienna," Chanyeol nervously speaks quickly so he doesn't attract too many eyes to the situation, "can we-can we talk?"

"About what?" She doesn't look at him and Chanyeol's eyes furrow at the indifferent tone she uses.

"About us – or what happened to us?" She scoffs, turning her back to him and placing the glass under the bar. "Please, I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending they're you. I can't keep going back to their houses and losing myself in them, hoping it'll erase you from my heart." She slowly grabs another glass, hearing his words and feeling the pain it causes him. "I thought I'd be able to forget you, forget what we had but I can't."

"Forgetting someone isn't as easy as we'd like it to be." Sienna replies bluntly and Chanyeol nods, agreeing because he wishes he could but she's stolen his heart when he thought it was for another. "You know this doesn't erase what's happened, right?" He gives her a wry smile, knowing it will never change what he said to destroy her.

"Can you forgive me? Can you let me make it right?" The way Sienna looks before answering tells him that this isn't going to be easy. Maybe he's done more damage than he originally thought.

"I don't know."