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You reread the words, scolding yourself for feeling any sort of giddiness from it, the universe just seems to love testing your limit. You tap on his number and save it to you contact before responding.
With that proper grammar? Don't think so? Kidding - See you tomorrow.
You suck on your teeth and make a point of leaning you phone as far form you as you can to decrease any amount of distraction. If he texts back you will not answer, you chant in your head as you open your first folder of work.
This chant works just fine, until you start moving onto pile number two, when the small vibrations from your phone carry throughout your desk. Contemplating the seriousness of your work ethics, your hand inches to grab your phone; Fully expecting it to be one of your friends to nag you about how you're spending your weekend.
“Y/n?”
You pull yourself away from your phone to double check exactly who you were talking to that managed to manifest rough deep consensual intercourse into a voice. Ffffuck me
You lips your lips once over and try to keep your voice monotoned. “Why are you calling me?”
“Um…because I have your number now?” You hear him laugh slightly at your question, bringing a small smile from you.
“That doesn’t mean you can-“
“I know I just wanted to hear your voice - I thought texting was enough, but I like your sarcastic tones better.”
There’s an awkward silence after his blunt confession. It’s a known fact that idols are known to flirt with staff and other idols - they’re human too. It’s also a known fact that you can get screwed over if you carry on thinking they are just normal people you can hang around with. One day you could be on cloud nine dating Korea’s top boyband and the next thing you know you’re rocking the “I got my hair pulled by a fan and might get fired if he gets tired of me” look.
“Chanyeol…” you warn despite your accelerated heart rate.
“Y/n…” he imitates your tone and scoffs, “why aren’t you signed to the company”
Your eyes roll again unable to stop, you weren’t an idol becuase you didn’t like the public scene, but telling him that would mean you were telling something personal. “That wouldn’t fix your problem of liking me, so-”
“Is it just my problem? Don’t you want to be the problem too?”
“I-“ you get interrupted by a beep from him side, another call. “You should probably answer that”
“It’s nothing important. Finish what you were saying”
“It could be your manager - answer it”
“It’s just a call from Yi. Y/-“
And there goes your own thoughts on the mater on whether you like him or not. We’re talking about a male idol that can, will, and probably does get any girl he wants.
“Of course” you roll your eyes, typical - sarcasm levels at 100%. “Why wouldn’t a new female staff have your number?”
“No- it’s not like that”
“Call her back, I have massive piles of work and don’t have time to entertain you.” Before you can hear a cute remark from his end you shut down your phone.
“This is bad news, y/n and you know it.” You whisper to yourself resuming to your work piles.
. . . .
Maybe shutting down your phone wasn't the best idea.
The next morning, well afternoon since thats around the time it should be legal to wake up, one huge grey car was parked on the path towards the buildings garbage disposal.
Having to walk all the way around it, you mentally cursed out the personing owning the car. As you barely passed the car, your eyes were halted mid roll as the horn was pressed to cause a semi heart attack.
You turn around not sure if you're pissed off enough to actually cause a scene, but the only words that would come out were, “Oh god...” as the lowering car windows presenting none other than Park Chanyeol.
Turning your body around completely, you shift the weight of your garbage bag towards the ground “How did you even know I lived here? What-”
“I may or may not have gotten your address from my manager.” His every present smile is fresh on his face as he leans over his seat for you to hear him more clearly.
“You almost gave me a heart attack! Why-”
“I thought you weren't coming since you hung up on me last night...”
“Well you’re not wrong.” Your lips press in a thin line to stop any form of emotion from showing on your face. This kid can smell a bluff.
“Wait...right there!” He shuffles around with his seatbelt and shuts the engine off, opening his door to jog towards you.
As he closes up, you look around careful of any cameras.
“You left your window down?” You nod over, but he’s already taken your garbage bag from your hands.
“Do you live in such an unsafe neighborhood?” he jokes walking past you towards the disposal. “It’s like 5 feet away, Y/n. Wait for me in the car.”
You blink back the audacity and disbelief of this whole situation ,his movements are always carefree and relax making you wonder if he even know the danger of being outside simply because he’s Park Chanyeol.
“...And you're not in the car.” He jokes when he walks back, “You said you were going to help me with a song today, y/n”
He puts a gently hand on the small of your back, leading you towards the passenger door. His other hand reaching to open the door. “Please?”
“Chanyeol...” You grab his arm with both of your hands, maybe he’ll fall for his own trick of puppy dog eyes.
“Y/n...” he mocks, leaning over to come closer to your face, obviously the true master of getting what he wants. “I’ll buy you food.”
Your tension melts with his present smile and offer of food; You shake your head in self disappointment as you take the seat being offered.
Before you have time to reject his offer again, he shuts your door and races to take the driver seat and start the car.
“Do you usually have to stalk girls to get them back to your place or...”
“It’s usually not this complicated,” he laughs and glances over at you, “So I’m guessing you didn't get my calls?”
“Yeah, I turn it off since I don't like the distraction”
“So I'm a distraction?” He teases, stoping at a red light.
“Currently? Yes. I had a lot of work and -”
“Yi, called all of the boys last night to go over names and specifications...” and there is the awkward silence that you always try to avoid. The light changes and he makes a turn. “It’s nothing like she called me to talk about anything personal....Honestly, a lot of people say that I flirt, but -”
“Chanyeol-”
“Y/n-”
“We’re not doing this” Your tone rises a bit, as you look over to see his face become devoid of emotions, “You don't need to explain your interaction with women. You know the conditions to my contract and I’m not going to break them.”
You could hear the tinkering going on in his head, “But that was waay before we even met, how-”
“You sleep with anyone you want, I don't get why you don't get the hint that I don't want that and -”
“Y/N-”
“- and if anything happened it’ll be my ass on the line, you can walk away scratch free, so just don't.”
The muffled noise outside is the only thing filling the void of tension and silence inside the car.
There’s no such thing as harmless flirting when it comes to these idols, one thing always leads to another and its not pretty for the normal person that has to put up with it their everyday lives after its over.
“Chan, listen-”
“I got it.” His hands tighten on the steering wheel, not able to stop his annoyance from covering is tone of voice.
“A-Alright”
. . . .
You set your bag onto the back of his desk as you observe the beautiful mess that accompanies music producing.
Water bottles everywhere, papers half written on sprawled around a keyboard and mouse, while the screen contains a beautiful puzzle ready to be assembled.
“Let’s see what we’ve got to work with.”
True to word, Chanyeol ordered from a nearby chicken place and once you were finished eating you started reviewing his audio tracks one by one. Yes, he did playfully tease you when you put on your glasses and then again for putting you hair up after it kept getting in your space, but it’s full focus on his music.
“I’m thinking of one track just being a full on guitar solo.” he says renaming the track “g-solo”.
“You could place it in the beginning like an intro.” He nods at your suggestion renaming it again. You look over at your review papers and stare back up at the monitor. “What about track 3?”
“I have no idea” he groans, “It just doesn't right - all the other songs are working out fine, but this one-”
“Is a ballad” you clarify, “You’re voice isn't working-”
“Chen sang the demo for me and maybe it’s just not for me”
“What I was saying was” he rolls his eyes jokingly at your sassy commentary, “because you’re not complimenting your voice, you keep hiding it under the instruments.”
“So...”
“So..” you put your feet on the ground and drag your chair towards the desk, “let me find the harmony”
“My harmony?” His eyebrows come together frustrated as he plays the track again. After a couple of minutes of letting it play through you mind starts to work.
“The band should come after.”
“What?” You push his chair gently away from the center of the desk and replay the beginning of the track.
“Here, your voice plays for a bit before we get the other tracks in.”
“You think that’ll work?”
“Let me see,” you move in to grab the mouse and drag the playhead towards the area of conflict, while rearranging the instruments in the order you suggested. “This... here...”
You feel Chanyeol move closer towards your side, arm resting at the back of your chair, and his other hand stretching to point at his guitar audio track, “Can we turn the volume on that down?”
You follow his input, “We’re going to need to go back into the studio so you can add a second base, and - it’s better if I’m in the studio with you.”
“I can book the studio for Monday”
“Can you get the band booked for Monday?” You glance back at him quickly for his hesitance, “I mean we can book it another time when the bands’ free”
“Um..I play all the instruments myself.” Your eyebrows pull together and you turn your head to face him properly in disbelief.
“What? You recorded your voice and instruments..? How long does that even take you?” He nods and then shrugs.
“It’s tough.”
You want to scold him for not talking to you earlier - wait, no anyone else earlier. His life could be so much simpler if he asked for help in the first place. “It doesn't have to be that way, if you would've asked for help...”
“Yeah like that would turn out great...you didn't even want to come today.”
“Thats not the case”
“I had to basically drag you here myself”
“You could've asked someone else”
“I wanted you”
You turn around again to really let him have a piece of you mind, but realize how close you two actually were to one another.
His hand is still placed around the back of your chair, while his other arm is resting on the desk, basically trapping you to your chair. You turn in place towards him and rest a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention since he’s refusing to meet your eyes. “It is mot because I didn't want to help you, idiot. You keep flirting and -”
“You get scared of actually liking it?”
“I don't-”
“Can you just shut your pretty mouth for once?” He chides, “There are rumors of idols with staff, are some of them true - of course, but that doesn't mean everyones like that.” His eyes focus entirely on you now, “You know I’m not like that and you keep turning me down because of that.”
You fail to meet his gaze as you begin to recollect your morals. Chanyeol scoffs at your childish antic, reaching over to gently pull your face to him.
He doesn't say anything until your eyes connect, “You could fuck me physically and mentally right now If you wanted to, but you wont.”
A small gasp escapes you. Making you lower your eyes, in order to avert his stare, backfiring as they rest on his lips.
His tongue peaks out to lick his upper lip quickly before you see him mouth your name not letting his voice carry out. You try and look at his eyes so some sense can come through, but his attention wavers towards your own lips.
“You want me just as much as I want you” His head tilts to the side, hand climbing up to cup you cheek, his eyelids dropping to loose himself in you, “Permanently... not just for right now.”
And thats exactly what you-
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEP
“CHANYEOLLLLL”
You both jump from the sound of the intercom static filling the room with Baekhyuns’ voice. “YAH! I forgot my keys and I don't want to be lectured so I'm crashing here tonight”
You feel a bucket of cold water being poured onto you as you jump up from your seat completely, hearing Chanyeol groan out an insult and disregard the door completely, “Y/n?”
“Yeah? I mean no-” You get up passing a hand through you hair and begin looking around for your bag.
“I’m going to commit murder today because of you.” Chanyeol with great calamity hand you your bag, only to hold you in place for what to you is too long.
“Well it’s my cue to leave anyways.”
“I SEE YOUR CAR CHANYEOL. I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!”
“I’ll drop you off-”
“No, it’s fine” You feel your heart pushing towards another sprint and pull away from him trying to find a away out without being noticed. “Do you...do you have a back door?”
“But how are-” Chanyeol grabs you again so you stop fidgeting and focus on him. He centers you back close to him, ignoring his clearly annoyed best friend making a noise loud enough for the neighbors to be concerned, and passes his hand from the top of your head towards your cheek. “I can’t just let you go and -”
You’re fighting with yourself at this point. fighting to keep your heels on the ground and your lips untouched, he noticed your glance towards his lips. “I’ll call a friend” you barely let the sentence out, but you need to in order to assure him to let you go and assure yourself that you can leave alone - right now.
“YOU BETTER OPEN OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”
Chanyeol's eyebrows pull together in frustration, knowing fully well that he can’t win this argument without you getting mad at him and that’s not what he needs right now. He needs to turn back time to that good place you were in a minute ago, turn back time and duck-tape Baekhyun’s keys to his forehead.
“Go through the kitchen and theres a door, call me when you get home - Y/n I mean it.”
. . . .
“Perfect timing” Chanyeol leaves the door open as he throws himself in his desk chair.
He made sure to grab one of his hoodies for you before you walked out the back door. Every cell in his being was fighting the urge to go back out there and take you home himself, especially after seeing who your friend was.
“That’s what I’m known for...” Baekhyun says absentmindedly closing the front door, heading strait for the kitchen to start searching through the fridge, “You’re out of soda.” A bit more rummaging and Baekhyun efforts are paid off with a bucket of leftover chicken. “So how did you date go?”
“It wasn't a date.” Chanyeol rolls his eyes as his friend sits himself down and starts eating. “She made herself perfectly clear that she's not that type of girl and that this wasn't a date.”
“Are we going to keep pretending I don't know who ‘she’ is?”
“Yup,” Chanyeol turns to save of the changes on the tracks
“But isn't that why you like her?” Baekhyun swallows his food before he continues, “Because she's not that type of girl?”
Chanyeol shrugs, “Maybe I’m coming off too strong?”
“Really? I thought you were toning it down with the whole stalking thing,” Baekhyun jokes. “But honestly, Yeol... Do you really think, if this ever goes anywhere, that the company going to accept it and everyone will live happily ever after?”
“I don't know, but if she keeps thinking the worse and yo keep running moments-”
A piece of meat was caught in Baekhyun’s throat and he started coughing both from his meal and the news. “Wait, you guys had a moment?”
“Almost,” he sighs remembering the warmth emitted from you, when you gasped. It was like he finally got you and the last thing he wanted to do was send you off in someone else car. “...until we were rudely interrupted by this homeless guy that came to eat my food.”
“Listen” Baekhyun takes his time deboning the chicken, “I texted you a good 3 times before I came over - you had more than enough time to tell me to not come over and since you didn't...”
“Didn't you think my no-response meant I was too busy?”
“Yeahhhhh” Baekhyun laughs at his own thought and shrugs innocently, “I was kinda hoping you guys were having sex so I could use it after as blackmail.”
