ESCAPE | PARK CHANYEOL | PT. 01
pairing; park chanyeol mafiau! x reader
warnings; chanyeol with red hair, bad language, blood
summary; you are the daughter of the biggest mafia boss of all Asia and someone has set a trap for you to make you run away. Chanyeol, being your bodyguard and best friend since you were children, helps you to escape and something happens between you two.
note; this scenario is part of a fanfic that I created in wattpad, as soon as it has the epigraph and the first chapter, it is in spanish, but it would make me very happy if you go there. The requests are open!!
The muscles of your back were tense under the black hoodie that Chanyeol had thrown to your hands two days ago, you sighed under the mask of the same color as the hoodie and turned to the profile of the redhead who was sitting next to you. Your bodyguard was calm or at least that seemed to your sight, how could he be so calm with what was happening?, You sighed again attracting his attention.
“Are you okay? Can we continue?” You did not respond by making him sigh this time. He got up and crouched down in front of you, took your little hands in his of a huge size and the way the skin under his eyes wrinkled you knew he was smiling under the mask “There is little left to get to the hotel, I will be able to communicate with Suho from there and we will be safe. I promise. "He remained silent as he turned his head trying to see if there was someone suspicious that could destroy your cover, thank God that there were almost people in the square of that neighborhood. He turned his gaze to your eyes, concern abounded in them "I need you to continue, please. I have to get you safe. ”
You looked at it for a few seconds before breathing the cold air of that place, you were so tired that you could not move a single muscle and you could bet anything that Chanyeol was also just as tired as you, maybe more, but he was the one who was fighting here when that must be you. Both of you had been fleeing for a week, trying to get lost in some country where you are not known by most citizens and, above all, trying to go as far away from Korea as you could go. Everything had been a misunderstanding, a trap, and now you were trying to escape the unfair trial that would take against you with Chanyeol protecting your backs without a justification that you could understand, he was free to leave, to be safe, but he just followed you and cared for you for the whole week.
Before you could say anything, he had already picked you up and pulled you to what, according to him, was the hotel for which he had asked a passer-by three hours ago. You waited patiently for him to pay for the room and followed him when he turned to you, moaning in the elevator calling his attention. He looked worried your hand grabbing your stomach.
“The wound will have opened when we run, I’ll cure you in the room.” You nodded without wanting to break the pleasant silence that had formed after his hoarse voice bounced around the elevator. A couple of more plants and you were already in your room. In another situation you would not have minded the double bed, you would have even joked about it with the aim of making Chanyeol blush but this was different, you were weak due to the long trip and the knife cut that you had in the stomach. You did not ask the typical question of “And where will you sleep?” Because it was obvious that he would sleep in the same bed as you.
He cleared his throat and turned around to look at him as you sat on the bed, had removed his jacket, sweatshirt and mask, you had not even noticed that he had a deep scratch on the bridge of his nose and another in his right cheek. You made a face by removing your jacket looking at any point in the room other than him, why were you so uncomfortable with his presence suddenly? It was Chanyeol, for God’s sake! that was the boy that you grew up with and who you called best friend practically since you were born. You closed your eyes feeling like the redhead was moving around the room to reach you, you noticed his cold hands, asking permission to raise the sweatshirt, over yours that still holds the belly so you removed your hand letting you examine.
“You’re bleeding, again.” His voice mingled in a beautiful harmony with the rain that rattled the bedroom window. You frowned and chewed when one of his fingers brushed the opening, Chanyeol stopped moving his finger to see that it hurt and made a face “I should change the gauze, it is best to heal it, shower and then put the new bandage "You nodded in agreement and you fell backwards on the bed when you felt that he walked away.
"When are you going to call Suho?” You mumbled as he healed your wound thinking about your security chief.
“When you shower” He released in a sigh as he passed a clean gauze through your flat stomach, removing the remaining blood with great care not to hurt “I will ask about the situation and why the hell has happened this. I suppose he informed me of a safe house where we can go through this in tranquility. ”
“Why?” Your question left him confused, he raised an eyebrow and stopped cleaning the wound, however his hand was still on your stomach sending electric shocks to your spine.
“Um, because we want to know why this happened.” His answer sounded like it was a question as his voice disappeared down his throat.
You gave a little smile thinking about how innocent and childish the 1'85 meter tall man could kill you with a single false move, you denied with your head resting on your elbows and raising your head to see him kneeling by your side.
You shook your head “I mean … Why do you help me? Yes, I know we have known each other since we were kids and you are my bodyguard, but I also know Suho and Xiumin since I was little and they have not fled the country with me. What is different in you, Park Chanyeol? ”
Without realizing you had approached your face to his, you were so close that with a little push you would be eating each other. You looked at him waiting for his answer, however you received something else.