Thinking Out Loud - Chanyeol smut
A/N: This is a quick smut I wrote for @overdosed-on-exo61! Hope you guys enjoy!
My chest rose and fell as I let out a sigh as I wandered down the hotel halls. I was bored and meandering to pass the time.
I was in town for an EXO show that was tomorrow. I had driven up alone with the intention of meeting up with a friend, but she had experienced some unexpected delays, so I was stranded alone until she got there.
The hotel was lovely, at least. It provided enough to look at in the way of beautiful, modern art strewn on the walls. Large conference rooms with glass walls gave me the opportunity to people watch as I passed. I noticed the pool, crisp and sparkling. It looked inviting, but I knew that it would be frigid since there was still a chill in the April air in Jersey.
I had decided to turn down one last hallway before I would venture to the hotel bar for a quick drink. As I rounded the corner, I noted a large door standing ajar. It was more than likely against the rules, but I peered my head inside.
It was a grand ballroom. I assumed it was used for things like galas and proms. A faux wooden floor stretched out, and, at the opposite end of the room from me, stood a glorious grand piano.
I nibbled at my lip, debating internally. The room was not decorated for any event. The tables and chairs lined the walls, leaving the room vast and open.
I turned and checked the halls behind me. The coast was clear.
I stepped into the room and felt a rebellious vibe flow through my blood. I smiled and made my way over to the piano. A few years of lessons under my belt, I was able to plunk out a basic melody.
I seated myself at the stool and allowed my fingers to dance along the keys. The piano was tuned perfectly. I closed my eyes and, my usual stage fright fears subsiding at the emptiness of the room, allowed my voice to cascade out of my body.
I began with a light hum of “Thinking Out Loud,” by Ed Sheeran. In my fantasy, the hotel ball room transformed into a swanky piano bar. Patrons sipped on expensive cocktails as I performed on a spot lit stage. My mind allowed me to be in a sexy, sparkling dress, crooning into a microphone as people were solely captivated by me.
Delved so deep into my fantasy, I could imagine the sounds of a background band behind my piano. I could hear a harmony being sung by a back up singer.
It wasn’t until a felt a brush of another person in my reality, not my imagination, that my eyes whipped open. Sitting next to me, singing a perfect harmony in tune with my voice, was none other than Chanyeol.