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Part 1 of an ongoing mini series.
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Summary: Chanyeol soon learns that a risky lifestyle can lead to negative effects, to those around him.
Main Characters include: Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Baekhyun,Yixing & Reader
Word Count: 2,062
A/N: My apologies to the anon that sent this request It’s taken me ages to do this and my hands are tied with many things at the moment.
Please enjoy :)
You rolled your eyes as you saw a sales representative headed straight in your direction with a leaflet tucked into his side bag, no doubt preparing himself to sell you a product which you probably weren’t interested in. You pushed you earphones deep in to your canals as you tried to move faster.
“Excuse me Miss. Please stop, excuse me.”
He grabbed onto your wrist yanking you backwards. Your eyes widened in shock as your back crashed into his chest. You stared down at his hand that was wrapped around your wrist viciously.
“I’m sorry but I need to ask you a question.” He cut you off, something that you deeply loathed.
“I’m busy.” You spat as you stared him up and down, you tried to pull your wrist out of his grip, but his fingers were wrapped too tightly.
“It’s urgent. It won’t take a moment. I’m part of the
undercover police squad. May I ask if you have seen any of these faces?” He
pulled out the laminated sheet and held it up to your face. Your eyes grew
larger at the face in the bottom right square of the paper.
His doe eyes staring right back at you.
“I-uh, what is this for?” You whispered silently as you stared at the Chanyeol’s face intensely.
He cleared his throat as he held the sheet closer to your
“I can’t tell you the specifics madam but these men have been acting unlawfully, so do you know any of these faces?”
“I-no, no I’m sorry.” You shook your head as you brushed quickly past the man and half-ran around the corner of the street. Your heart was banging against your chest. Why was Chanyeol’s face on one of those squares, what was it that he had done? It had to be a mistake. Chanyeol couldn’t be a criminal.
You let out a sigh as the smell of the Ragu wafted through the air; it was a usual Friday night. You had cooked dinner in time for when Chanyeol got home. You didn’t have to, you weren’t obliged to, you weren’t married. You weren’t even dating, you were simply friends that were house sharing but it had become your Friday night tradition. You had the radio on like you would every other Friday night and you set the table like you would any other Friday night, but this particular Friday your brain was in overdrive; trying to piece together why on earth Chanyeol’s face was on that sheet and who the heck you were living with. You desperately tried to fight the thought of him being a criminal mastermind out of your head, no way could you imagine him possessing a weapon of harm, but maybe that was just because your feelings for him didn’t want you to accept the dark and distorted reality presented to you only moments ago.
You heard the door close and all of a sudden your heart was set racing again, your breath was irregular as you fidgeted with your fingers, you quickly moved your feet to walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs—
“Oi you. Where are you rushing off to? It smells sublime in here.”
You stilled on the bottom step at the sound of his voice dangerously close behind you.
“Chanyeol.” You turned around slowly to face him, his face looked innocent as per and he was smiling at you, much like he always did when he got home every Friday night. ‘Goodness’ you thought to yourself ‘what if he’s successfully killed someone tonight, what if that’s what he does every night?’ your body shivered slightly as you looked at his big hands, veins running under his upturned sleeves. They were hands definitely capable of restraining someone and strangling them to death.
“You okay?” He asked raising his brow at you. You simply nodded back in response though you were aware that you were the least bit convincing. “You’re usually chatting my ear off at this point, why are you quiet right now?” He laughed sceptically as he squinted at you.
“I-just…the ragu didn’t go particularly well so I’m a little upset that’s all.” You gave him a lack lustre smile, but that lie seemed to win him over as he walked over to the pot and uncovered it; using his hands to fan the smell upwards to his nose.
“Well it smells good to me, don’t worry about it. You nail the dinner every time, believe me.” He reached upwards to grab a plate from the overhead cupboard. “You eating?” He asked.
“No. I’m not really hungry.” You mumbled. You saw him shrug his shoulders as he began to dish out his food and drone on about his long and strenuous day.
“Chanyeol.” You cut him off having heard enough of his repetitive mumbling which quite frankly you were not paying any attention to. “Have you ever done anything…illegal in your life?” You tried to add an air of absentmindedness to your question but you weren’t sure if you were being convincing.
“What?” He stilled in front of the cooker, his body straightening upright.
“I said…have you ever done anything…against the law?” Your breath was a little shaky now as you realised that Chanyeol’s demeanour and voice had changed just the slightest bit, but it was enough to recognise. He covered the pot back with its lid as he turned to face your direction.
“Why are you asking me that question?”
You shrugged your shoulders as nonchalantly as you possibly
could, you were trying desperately hard to maintain eye contact with him, but
you were aware that you were failing.
“I don’t know. I just thought when people were kids they often did something stupid like steal something from the shop; you don’t have to read into it…”
He frowned at you as he loosened the tie around his neck and
took a step in your direction. You instinctively took one back.
“No that’s not what you meant. If that’s what you meant you would’ve said ‘Chanyeol did you ever steal anything as a kid.’ Not, ‘Chanyeol have you ever done anything illegal.’ You’re talking about the present and I want to know where such a question is coming from all of a sudden.”
You shook your head trying to dismiss the question.
“Where do you work again Chan?”
He had told you over and over again that he worked a normal 9-5 office job down in the city, in front of computers day-in day-out but now you were not so sure. However your choice of question had only led Chanyeol to become more sceptical. His eyes bore in to the back of your skull as he rushed up to you.
“Who have you been talking to?” He hissed in your face. The strong smell of the ragu was now making you sick as you looked back at Chanyeol. Tears pricked the back of your eyes as you looked at the new militant form and persona that he had adopted, his voice was harsh and his shoulders were squared.
“Chanyeol are you criminal?” You asked him outright now, since his attitude had 90 percent affirmed it all you need was the 10 percent verbal confirmation to fall from his lips.
“I asked you a fucking question first Y/N, who the fuck have you been speaking to today?”
“Why won’t you deny it? Hmm? Answer me Chanyeol.”
He sighed as he placed his hands on your shoulders, making your skin crawl. You had discovered a new found fear of Park Chanyeol that you didn’t even know could exist. In all the 5 years that you had known Chanyeol never once had he scared you. Up until this point.
“Listen Y/N this is important. You may be in danger right now and I need to keep you safe…I’ve been trying to all this time. You need to tell me who you’ve been talking to, it’s crucial that you tell me.”
You pouted as you looked up at him and shrugged.
“For fucks sake Y/N you need to cooperate with me. Now’s not
the time to play games. I’m telling you that this can end very badly for you if
you don’t tell me who the fuck you spoke to.” His voice was gruff and
authoritative, something contrary to what he sounded like on a regular basis.
“Was he average height? Brown hair? Grey eyes? Caucasian male?”
Your eyes widened as you nodded to all of the above. How did Chanyeol know who he was.
“Right and you believed what he said.” He rolled his eyes as he lifted his hands from your shoulders and ran one impatiently through his hair.
“Of course I believed him, a random stranger who doesn’t know me shows me a picture of criminals and you’re one of the 4. Besides he was an undercover policeman.”
“And did he show you his badge Y/N?” Chanyeol frowned at
you. You shook your head foolishly in response. “Right well he wasn’t a fucking
police officer then was he. It’s fake. He’s fake. I don’t have time to explain
this to you right now I just need to know whether or not you told him anything.
You shook your head again.
“No I didn’t I just ran past.”
He let out a sigh but you couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh anguish. He looked around the room and quickly ran over to a briefcase in the far right corner of the room he rushed over to obtain it and bent down on the floor as he opened it up. Your eyes widened in horror at an array of different weapons and contraptions displayed finely.
“Please not now Y/N.” He handed you a small device which
looked like a Dictaphone. “You need to keep this on you at all times. Please
keep this on; I need to be aware of whether or not that man comes back. You can
press this button also it will notify a friend of mine, but you shouldn’t need
it if you keep the device on. It takes a while to start up that’s why I want
you to just leave it on at all times. Okay.” He looked at you intensely. “I
said okay Y/N?!”
You nodded as you swallowed. He breathed out heavily through his nostrils. “I’ll explain this later; I need to do something right now.”
He stood up and in two long strides he was out of the house. You stared blankly at the Dictaphone in your hand and the case of weapons on the floor. What had just happened to you and Chanyeol? One thing you were sure of though was that he hadn’t confirmed or ‘unconfirmed’ who he was.
Chanyeol’s week had been so busy that he still hadn’t had the chance to tell Y/N what exactly had happened to her the previous week and honestly he was scared that telling her would change things. Although they had never said it outright to each other, it was very clear that they harboured feelings for one another and he was aware of just how intense his were for her. He had made one too many inappropriate jokes that he knew she had picked up on and his eyes frequently wondered where they shouldn’t. But above all she was smart and caring and that’s what lured him in the most. There was so much he needed to tell her; whom he actually was and what he actually did. But trying to safeguard her the whole week meant that he returned home at ridiculous hours in the morning when she would already be fast asleep.
Chanyeol opened the front door and stepped inside the house,
the lights were on but it was cold.
He couldn’t smell anything.
“Y/N.” He frowned as he searched around, but there was no sign of her anywhere. His heart began to race. She was always at home at this time on a Friday night. And there was always something on the fire, what was going on? Chanyeol’s phone began to vibrate in his pocket; he reached his long fingers into his blazer hurriedly and pulled it out.
“Chanyeol your Dictaphone just buzzed mine. I think your friend is in trouble.”