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Chanyeol, 34 🎀🎀

(34) “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“I really don’t see how this is any different from the other ten tuxedos I’ve tried on,” Chanyeol said through the door.

“This one has stripes,” you replied, flipping through the boutique’s catalogue.

Chanyeol mumbled something about how expensive this store was, before stepping out of the dressing room.

His hair was a mess, and you could tell he’d given up and just pulled his dress shirt on over his head. His jacket was thrown on haphazardly, crumpled and sitting askew on his shoulders. He wasn’t wearing a tie either, the first few buttons of his shirt undone.

But, dammit, the handsome bastard still looked like he’d just stepped out of a magazine shoot.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth as you ran your gaze over him, attempting to keep your expression neutral, trying to make it seem like you were checking out the clothes and not him. 

You didn’t do a very good job.

“Jagi,” Chanyeol said in that low, silky voice of his, “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“What’s wrong with the back seat of a car?” you asked, smirking.

Turns out, he couldn’t even make it that far. Good thing the dressing rooms at luxury boutiques are spacious.

A/N: So, don’t know if you can tell, but I’ve been having wedding feels as of late. Someone please marry me!