O u t d o o r s
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader
Synopsis: Dumping Chanyeol was really becoming an option after this, but I was too weak to do it.
The one shot where your boyfriend is just too cute to say not to, even though you know you’ll regret it.
Word count: 1919
I felt like dying.
My breathing was going so fast that I felt my lungs burning and my head go dizzy. My whole body was shaking and I couldn’t stand up anymore, so I had to stop. I had been doing this for so long that my body wasn’t able to handle it for any other second. A small sigh left my lips as I controlled the way my body was reacting to it. I was really weak on my knees.
The soft green grass tingled in the back of my neck, as I laid still over it with no intention to move. The blue sky was clear, provoking a bigger sense of heat and humidity on the wind that flowed heavily around the park. While I kept curling my fingers over the leaves with a soft motion, I wondered how the hell I ended up tangled in this situation.
It was a normal saturday morning, full of cartoons and breakfast bowls. First, I woke up early, which was a surprise considering that I didn’t have to work; and laid over my warm sheets for a couple of minutes. The smell of cologne was still impregned on it, and I hummed happily over the pillow, enjoying the last traces of it tingling on my nose. I loved the smell of mint and wood, and he knew it really well.
Half an hour later, I found myself dancing in the kitchen with my paint-stained joggers and crop top, completely blocking the world out as I jammed to my favorite songs. The soft smell of pancake mix being cooked was floating in the air, making my stomach grumble of hunger and excitement.
My hips were wiggling in coordination with the bop of the songs, and I absently danced the choreographies too, mostly because I knew them by heart. The lyrics were barely mumbled, especially since I was too busy trying not to burn the whole apartment in a slip of a second. Flipping over the last pancake, I sighed happily and turned the kitchen off, cleaning rapidly afterwards, and hoping the food wouldn’t be too hot.
I sat on the couch for a while, cleaning my plate off and watching all the cartoons possible. I had nothing better to do than this, since I had already done my part of the chores and had a clean schedule for the day. After what seemed a long time, I stood up, and went directly to clean the rest of the mess I had left on the kitchen. The plates piled up, showing last night’s effort to make a presentable dinner for once, and failing at the end. Boxes of express food were the last proofs of yesterday’s failure.
I continued to bop in my very own world, not noticing the sound of a pair of keys clashing in the desk and a solely figure leaning against the door frame. After a while, I stopped on my tracks, putting attention to the song on shuffle of the moment, and started to sing at the top of my lungs. I danced to it, stepping in coordination with the lyrics, until I was stopped by a long pair of hands on my hips and a deep voice with hot breath singing in my ear. “… So I’m untouchable man”.
I felt my heart skip for a second, and a smile crept on my features as I turned around to face him completely. His brown hair was fluffily covered by a black cap and an oversized black hoodie. His lips were turned upwards in a cheeky smile and his nose was crunched in a cute way. The song stopped right after, and left us in a comfortable silence as we stared into each other’s eyes.
I was the first one to break the silence. “You know how much I love that song.”
His smile only grew bigger as he walked even closer to me, leaving just a tiny space between us. His warm hands went up a little bit, getting in touch with the soft skin of my waist, and his long fingers began to absently draw imaginary circles in that area, sending several tickles over my torso.
“Which part? The rap one?”, he wondered, proud of himself.
“Specially the rap part”, I repeated his words, feeling flustered by the second.
His proximity made my heart beat faster and my mind go completely blank. Every nerve of my body was tickling as I craved his touch. I raised my hand, taking his cap off, and letting his brown hair freely fall over his forehead. It reached right over his eyebrows, showing how bad he needed a haircut, so I brushed it off with my fingers, stopping a second just to caress his cheek. His shut his eyes close momentarily, while he leaned softly against my palm, and his hands hold my waist tighter. He was clean of all makeup, and his soft eyes bore in to mine like two deep holes.
“Where have you been, Chanyeol?”, I wondered softly, smiling at his natural beauty.
“Hmm, I had an early practice, babe.” He mumbled distractedly, too busy playing with the tips of my fingers on his pink lips. “I didn’t want to wake you up, so I left as silently as I could”.
He began to walk in my direction again, pushing me against the marble table’s border behind me, closing as much space as he could. The tip of his nose was brushing mine, and I was able to see every aspect of his face, even the littlest flaw. From the natural glow on his cheekbones to the almost invisible trace of acne in his face. I stared at him, noticing a little smile forming on his features, until his warm lips crashed with mine.
A tingling sensation formed in my lower abdomen as I moved my lips too. His hands were holding me still and mine where playing with the short hair of his nape, feeling slightly drunk on him. He lifted me up, sitting me over the marble surface, making a space for his body in the middle of my legs. His hands were everywhere, touching every bit of the exposed skin he had within reach.
After what seemed like hours, I hold him by the border of his sharp neck line, and I pushed him softly, breaking the lip contact with a sigh. A small pout formed on his lips, and growl burped from his throat, feeling profoundly bothered by the end of the make out session. I couldn’t help but laugh at his childishness.
“It’s too early, Chanyeol”, I stated, pushing myself off the counter. He stepped back, looking at the clock hanging on the wall, and realizing it was only eight-thirty in the morning. His eyes widened a little, and his hands hung low on the front pockets of his joggers, noticing how early he had left that day.
“You’re right, Y/N. I should be doing my training session.” He stated, frowning slightly at the idea. I, on the other side, felt excitement rushing through me. Training session meant two things: 1. Sweaty Chanyeol. 2. Shirtless Chanyeol afterwards.
I controlled my face expression as much as I could, not letting him know how much his words had affected me. Instead, I cleared my throat. “Have you had breakf-?”, I wondered, but I was interrupted by the growl of his stomach. He smiled innocently at me and I rolled my eyes, unpacking some of the leftover pancakes I had left in the fridge.
“You should really stop doing that”, I said as I placed the steaming plate in front of him with a frown. “Your body isn’t made of steel, Chanyeol. Take care of yourself a little.” He licked his lips slightly, looking at the food with hungry eyes.
“I know, I’m sorry. It was really early in the morning and I was already running late to the practice”, he excused himself with a pout. I gave him a glass of juice too, kissing his cheek in the process. “Eat, we will discuss it later.”
“No”, I growled for the millionth time.
“Jagi, please” Chanyeol pleaded again. In a blink, he knead, hugging my waist with his long arms. He looked at me with puppy eyes and pouty lips. I felt my heart warming at the view, while he spoke again.
“It’s just for today, I don’t wanna go by myself”.
“Chanyeol, you are literally asking me to go to run with you, even knowing how my physical condition is”, I said, taking him by the shoulders to look at him in the eye. “You should really reconsider what you are asking”
He snorted, pressing my waist even harder to his chest.
“Why don’t you go with Baekhyun instead?”, I tested, but he snorted again.
“He is moving with his girlfriend this week, he has no time”, he clarified.
“And you think I do?”, I asked, offended. He smiled sweetly, but didn’t answer at my question.
“Plus, I don’t want to run with Baekhyun, I want to do it with you.”
“I bet Baekhyun will look 10 times better than me in a sports bra and leggings”, I joked. “Such a killer look.”
“Please?” His cheeks were softly colored rosy, out of the effort not to laugh. His eyes were shinning, and his nose was cutely crunched as always. I felt my heart warm at the view and my fingers tingled a little bit.
So, that’s what happened. Wow, I’m weak of spirit.
I kept breathing heavily on the floor, considering really, really, seriously in dumping Chanyeol and get a cat instead. It wouldn’t be as cute as him, but I wouldn’t have to take a run just because it pouted at me.
The clouds had just started to darken the sky, but I didn’t move for what could’ve been 20 minutes… At least until I felt a ball kicking my side.
Moving my head sideways, I saw a red ball rolling over the grass, and I recognized it immediately. A known giraffe of fluff hair stared at me with a cheeky grin over his features and both arms crossed. He kicked the ball once again, now kicking my leg softly with it, until he walked in my direction with energetic movements.
He stared down at me, looking slightly entertained at my suffering. I frowned at him and crossed my arms over my chest. He snorted loudly, still smiling. Chanyeol crouched down with his long legs, daddy long legs, and spoke for the first time in a while.
“You’re such a baby”. His long arms took me by the waist, sitting me up as he cleaned the back of my hoodie off the grass. “We literally ran like, what? 3 miles?”
“3 miles!? Three miles my ass!” I exploded. “I literally ran all the way from California to New York in less than an hour!”
He laughed loudly at my discomfort and helped me up, smiling a little before fixing my clothes. I felt my knees weaken, making me lose my stability, but he was quicker and grabbed me by the back, steading me up. My cheeks reddened but I hid my face in his oversized clothes and breathed in heavily. He chuckled again, giving me his back while he crouched down again.
“C’mon jagi, I’ll piggy back ride you”, he said happily. “Let’s get you some ice cream.”
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