#junmyeom

In all the years you’ve known the lanky boy holding on to you. You think you fell in love with him the first time you heard him laugh. He’s a ray of sunshine on the darkest days and the hand you hold when you’re scared. It’s a big day for him, his band Tempo was officially going on tour and releasing an album in a month. From the moment you met him he did nothing but talk about his goal in life to have his band put out an album. He said he wrote from his heart because he wanted people to relate to them. Tempo is everything to him, the band had been from the moment they got together. It’s his bandmates and his managers against the world. They’re his family and his everything. They’re the closest thing he has to family, they’re his brothers.

Standing in a crowded bar with him and all his friend Jongin said they needed to get wasted to celebrate. After a few drinks you stand on the dance floor with your best friend holding you staring at you like you’re the moon to his star. He’s staring at you like you always look at him. He’s looking at you like you’re the only person who exists. In that moment in a crowded bar filled with too many people. Surrounded by drunk and horny people grinding on each other you suddenly feel alone standing in the room with only the boy whose fingers are tangled in your hair. You’re a simple star in his galaxy. You’re his number one supporter and would do anything to help him.

“We fucking did,” his voice is loud attempting to talk over the blaring music.

“You’re talented. I’m not surprised you did it.” You can’t even contain how excited you are for your best friend. He was finally getting everything in life he had worked his ass off to get.

Leaning down his lips, brush your ear as he says, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You know that’s not true. You don’t actually know anyone who is more talented than Chanyeol. The boy is a musical talent. He could play drums, guitar, sing, rap, and write amazing songs and produce them. To say he was the talent behind the music is an understatement.

“How many times have you helped me write a song?” He asks, giving you a crooked smile.

He untangles his fingers from your hair and reaches down grabbing your hand pulling you off the crowded dance floor. He stops near the exit where it’s not as loud.

“I haven’t helped as much as you think I have,” you say, finally answering his question.

“Not true,” he smiles.

“Let’s do shots,” Sehun shouts running up to the pair of you. Biting your bottom lip you smile and nod your head at the already drunk Sehun.

“Let’s go,” keeping your fingers laced with Chanyeol you lead him toward the bar where Jongin, Jongdae, and Kyungsoo have six shot glasses lined up. Chanyeol hands you one still keeping his fingers laced with yours. It is clear neither of you are ready to let go. You could spend the rest of your life holding his hand following him wherever you wanted to go.

Lifting your glasses as a group Sehun decides to be the one who makes the toast. He has enough alcohol already pumping through his veins that this should be interesting.

“To Tempo we fucking did it! Let’s get drunk and everyone get laid,” he shouts before clicking his glass against the groups.

You can’t help the small giggle that passes your lips before you take the shot. The bitter liquid sliding down your throat sends a shiver down your spine. Chanyeol looks over at you smiling at your reaction. His large hand squeezes your reminding that he is indeed still holding on.

Jongdae is the first to notice that you and his bandmate are holding hands. His eyes travel to your hands and then back up to your face with his eyebrow raised in a curious fashion.

“Who is getting laid tonight?” Sehun asks, placing his hand on Kyungsoo’s shoulder.

“Not you, if you don’t chill out,” his manager shook his head. He hadn't drank that much. He knew all too well that he was going to have to take care of the youngest and possibly Jongin. Out of all the boys Jongin was really the only one who had a chance at scoring with a random girl. All he would have to do is go out there dancing and girls would flock to him. Jongdae was never the type of guy who hooked up with random girls and you knew that definitely wouldn’t change because his band was taking off. He was the type of person who wanted intimacy when it came to sex. Sehun likes to act like he slept around but he actually didn’t. Glancing up at Chanyeol you prayed he didn’t plan on hooking up with a random girl. The thought made your stomach twist. You know that he had a past of sleeping around, but in the last year he’s really tried to get it together. You appreciate not having to hear about his conquest from the guys.

Your crush on Chanyeol felt like it always existed. Like you never had a say in the matter. Just the moment you met him your heart knew you liked him.

With the bitter liquid pumping through your veins you watched as the group of boys animatedly talked about random things. Chanyeol held your hand until he left to go to the restroom. The moment his hand released yours you missed his touch.

The beat of a familiar song plays through the busy bar. Your body gently sways to the beat of the music as you stand next to Jongdae. Looking up you find Jongin staring at you with a raised eyebrow. He reaches his hand out and looks towards the dance floor that is filled with a sea of people swaying along to the beat of the music. Without a single thought you take his hand following through the sea of people. He finds an area in the crowd with enough room for you to comfortably move to the music. With each beat of the song you move your body to the seductive beat. Jongin is moving in front of you to the beat of the music effortlessly. The boy is beyond gifted when it comes to dancing. If he wasn’t a talented bassist and singer you assumed he would have worked on trying to become a dancer.

A smile is plastered across his face as he moves towards you. You’re lost in a haze of the alcohol in your veins and the feeling of the music. Stepping towards you Jongin places a hand on your hips and moves your body so you’re pressed against him. Your bodies roll together to the beat of the music. His strong hand rests on your hip holding you close. No matter how sexual your dancing felt there wasn’t the thick tension you felt when you were with Chanyeol.

The feeling of someone resting their hand on your shoulder catches your attention. Looking up you find Chanyeol standing in front of you. Seconds later Jongin's warm body releases yours. Looking over your shoulder you found him standing up holding his hands up surrendering with a smile across his lips.

Chanyeol leans down with his lips right by yours he asks, “can we dance?”

Wordlessly you nod.

“Turn around,” his words send a shiver down your spine.

Turning around you stand still waiting for the feeling of his warm body against yours. Closing your eyes you take in the feeling of his hand pressing into your hip as he steps forward pressing his tone frame against your back. Holding your eyes shut, you live and breathe in his closeness. Reaching up you lace your fingers with his hand that isn’t touching you. You want him touching every inch of your body and soul. Rolling your body to the beat of the music you skin feels as if it’s on fire as he moves with you. Leaning your head back resting against his chest, you catch a glance of his dark eyes looking at you. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth.

You stay pressed up against your best friend moving to the beat of the music together for what feels like an eternity. Stepping away from him you turn around so you're facing him. You take a long moment to take in the beautiful features of his face. Reaching up you rest your hand on his neck ever so gently.

There’s something in the air between you tonight. He’s looking at you like you look at him. He looks at you like the light at the end of a darkened hallway.

“Are you drunk?” The words come out in a rush as he attempts to speak over the loud music.

Your hand never leaves his neck and you guide his face close to yours. With your lips brushing his ear you say, “no I’m tipsy.”

Pulling away from you he stands up straight towering over you. Reaching forward you rest your hand on his chest. The music is still blaring as people around you dance. You're surrounded by a sea of people but your mind can only focus on the man standing in front of you. You wished more than anything you could read his mind in the moment. You wished he knew what he was thinking as he stared at you.

“Is the alcohol the reason you’re dancing with me?” He asks as he lowers his face closer to yours.

Shaking your head, you fight back telling him the alcohol has nothing to do with your feelings.

His nose brushes against yours as his lips stop just short of yours. Your body feels as if it’s tightening as you’re waiting for whatever is going to happen next. Your heart rises into your chest anticipating what’s about to happen.

You hold your breath for a long moment as he large hand reaches up and rests on your cheek.

You weren’t sure who moved first but suddenly your lips were moving against his. Your knees feel weak as your lips move together. The weight of the world feels as if it’s been lifted from your shoulder as your lips gently part. The feeling of his tongue brushing across your bottom lip makes your heart flutter. Kissing Chanyeol felt like nothing you had ever experienced before. Your tongues move together as you hold onto him for dear life. One of his strong hand moves so it’s resting on your lips holding you close.

Slowly pulling away you find him staring at you with a goofy grin. He leans down pressing his lips to yours for another heated kiss. His hand that was resting on your hip has moved to resting right about the curve of your butt. He tugs your body closer to his moaning into your lips as you’re pressed to him. His large hand squeezes your butt causing a moan to pass your lips.

Pulling he looks down at you like he’s ready to eat you alive.

“Can we leave?” you ask.

He nods silently reaching down and taking your hand. Hand in hand he leads you through the sea of people. Walking over to your friends he tells Jongdae you’re leaving before rushing out of the bar.

Standing in the cool night air he words on waving down a taxi. The tension between you is thick as he holds your hand tightly. The moment the taxi arrives everything feels like a whirlwind. He tugs you into the backseat and quickly tells the driver your address. You assume he gave your address so he wouldn’t have to worry about his band coming home. The whole ride to your place your body is extremely aware of the fact you didn’t leave the bar just to hang out. His leg is pressed up against yours and his hand is resting on your thigh. You wished he’d move his hand up to the place that craved his touch desperately. From your heated kiss in the bar you could feel your arousal pooling between your legs.

Arriving at your apartment Chanyeol quickly hands the driver money and pulls you out of the car quickly. The moment you enter your apartment he waste no time pressing you against your front door. His lips press to yours for a heated kiss before he starts kissing his way down your jaw. Closing your eyes take in the feeling of his leaving a wet trail of kisses across your skin. His hungry hand runs over your body grasping onto anything he can get his hands on.

Dropping to his knees in front of you he looks at you like a man starved. Running his tongue across his lip, his hand reaches under your dress. His long finger hooks into your waistband or your lavender lace underwear. You thank your lucky stars that you chose cute underwear to wear.

“Is this okay,” he asks, sounding out of breath.

Nodding you watch as he pulls your underwear down your thighs.

His hand reaches for the bottom of your tight dresses pushing your dress up so you’re left completely exposed from the waist down. He starts kissing his way from your knee up to the most sensitive part of your body. Gently he lifts your left leg setting it on his shoulder giving him more access to your core.

The feeling of his finger running through your wet slit sends a shiver down your spine. He looks at you holding eye contact as you finger brushes your sensitive clit over and over. It’s been so long since anyone has touched you in a sexual manner that you're hyper aware of each and everything movement he is making. Leaning forward he licks your bundle of nerves sending a shock through your body. You’ve never been with a man who seems so eager to go down on you. Chanyeol seems like this is one of his favorite hobbies. He has a talented tongue and he knows all the right ways to touch you. With each lick of his tongue his finger toys with your entrance. When he slides one finger inside you he groans into your core. Pressing your body against the door you moan loudly.

“You’re so tight,” he groans with his lips still against your core.

“It’s been a while,” you whine.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.”

He pumps his finger in and out of you slowly. His long finger curve touches just the right spot in you that causes you to gasp.

“I need to stretch you a little,” he says, pulling his lips away from your core. His eyes stay locked in yours as he pumps additional finger into your tight core. He scissors his fingers inside you causing you to moan his name loudly. He pumps his fingers in and out of you as his lips connect to your sensitive clit. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close to you as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten.

“Yeol,” practically cry. He has you desperate as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Go ahead and come. I want to taste,” his sinful words push you over the edge.

You come moaning his name. Your body feels electric as a heat washes over you. Your fingers stay locked in his hair as he continues to slowly lick you as you ride at your high.

Slowly he removes your leg off his shoulder. Leaning back he places his fingers in his mouth and removes your juices that you left behind.

“Let's move to the bed,” he reaches down, taking your hand.

Entering your bedroom you both waste no time stripping off your clothes. You stand at the foot of your bed completely naked staring at your best friend who is just as exposed as you. His beautiful body is on full display. Reaching out your run your fingers slowly down his defined stomach. He reaches out pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. This small moment between you feels so intimate. The complete opposite of what happened with you pressed against your front door.

“Where are the condoms?” he asks.

Without saying anything you walk over to your dresser and open your top drawer where you keep your underwear. You pull out the box and hand it to Chanyeol who is watching you.

This moment between you feels like it’s lasting forever. He opens the box and pulls out a foil packet before placing the box on top of your white dresser.

He tears the foil packet and slides it down his hardened length.

“Can you get on your hands and knees?” He asks.

Nodding you crawl onto the bed. You’re on your hands and knees looking back and he crawls onto the bed resting on his knees. His hands grip your hips moving you against his erection. His length runs through your wet folds a few times before he pushes into you excruciatingly slow. You gasp at the feeling of him stretching you. Chanyeol was probably by far the biggest person you have ever been with the burning feeling of him stretching you is a mixture of pain and pleasure. The pleasure outweighs the pain. As he fills you completely he stills holding onto your hips. By your heavy breathing he must realize you need a moment to adjust.

Leaning forward he kisses the back of your neck and leaves a trail of wet kisses down your spine. Lowering your head you take a deep breath giving your body a moment to adjust to the feeling between your legs.

“You can move,” you say looking over your shoulder.

He gives you a soft smile before pulling out of you. With each of his thrust he keeps a very slow pace. Your hands grip your mint colored sheets as you move your body against his length. His hold on your hips tightens as he tries to keep his slow and gentle pace. You’re well aware he’s holding back.

“Raise up,” he voice is strained as he pulls on your body. He moves you so your body is pressed against his. His large hand massages your breast as your bodies continue to move together slowly. His lips are on your next sucking love bites into your sensitive skin. His shallow thrusts tighten the coil in your stomach all over again. Dropping your head you feel your body walking closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

“Harder,” you moan.

“Leaning forward,” he removes his hands from your breast and you lean forward on your hands again.

His hands grip your hips tightly as he slams his hips into yours. His pace isn’t fast by any means but each thrust is hard and deliberate.

The warm waves that washes over your body cause you to see stars. Your orgasm makes you feel like live wire. His hips down stop as you ride out your high. His pace had become sloppy and faster. He seems to be chasing his own high. He comes shouting your name. He stills inside staring down at you. He removes himself from you and disposes of the condom.

Laying down completely out of breath you can’t help but smile at the man who just gave you two of the best orgasms you have ever experienced.

He sits down on your bed with his back to you. He pushes his fingers through his hair and lets out a heavy sigh.

He stands up and immediately starts pulling back on his clothes. Laying in bed you watched as he got dressed confused on why he was so insistent on getting dressed. You had cuddled many times before you weren’t exactly sure he was acting different after having sex. He hadn’t even touched you since removing himself from you.

“Yoel?”

His eyes snap to yours and you can’t understand why he suddenly looks so scared. Your stomach twists wondering if you said or did something wrong. The sex had been utterly amazing to you, but maybe he didn’t enjoy it.

“I don’t think we should have done that,” with each and every word they sting more and more. The scared look on his face morphs into a look that is filled with regret.

You feel sick looking at the guy who you just gave everything too. You thought that after your discussion at the bar he shared the same feelings you have, but It’s abundantly clear that he wished he could take back the intimate moment you had just shared.

You let your guard down and let him in and he reached into your chest and ripped out your heart. Your throat feels thick as you attempt to swallow. You weren’t prepared for him to ruin your perfect moment.

Blinking rapidly you try to fight back tears that are threatening to fall.

He can’t even look at you anymore as he pulls up his jeans. Looking away your eyes bounce around the room rapid. Glancing up at him hot tears slide down your cheek as you watch him get dressed. He’s getting ready to leave as if he had sex with a strange.

“Why did you sex with me?” you with your voice shaking with every word as you cry.

A heavy sigh passes his lips as he pushes his hair back. He looks so unsure of what he wants to say. Kneeling on the bed he reaches toward. As his hand touches your tear stained cheek you can’t help but flinch. You don’t want him to ever touch you again after tonight.

“Please don’t touch me,” your voice is low and you aren’t even sure if he can hear you.

Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath and removes his hand.

“Please answer my question.”

“We’re friends. We shouldn’t have done that. I’m leaving for a tour soon and I can’t be your boyfriend,” he doesn’t sound like himself as he speaks to you.

“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend,” the tears keep sliding down your cheek.

“We shouldn’t have done this. We’re just friends, this could ruin everything,” that’s the statement that feels like he’s twisting a knife excruciatingly slow in your chest.

“Us having sex didn’t ruin anything, but the way you’re acting right now. That’s ruining our friendship,” he’s breaking your heart the more he talks and you can’t help the pointed words that leave your mouth.

“Don’t be like that,” he reaches down on the floor and picks up his shirt.

“Who the hell am I talking to, because this isn’t my friend Chanyeol. Chanyeol is kind and he’s sweet to me. Whoever is saying things is trying to hurt me,” you pull your legs into your chest almost as if you’re trying to protect yourself.

“I’m still your friend.”

“If you were my friend you wouldn’t of had sex with me and then start trying to toss me aside like a random girl. You know Jongin and Sehun would never treat me this way. Even if sleeping together was an accident, they wouldn’t tell me that it was,” you’re dragging his friends into this to try to hurt him like he’s hurting you.

His eyes narrow on you. You know that bringing you his friends like this was going to make something inside him snap. Jongin often flirted with you and even though it was completely innocent that he had no plans on acting on anything you know that Chanyeol isn’t a fan of it. You also bring up Sehan name because of how close you are. Sehun is one of your best friends.

“Then why didn’t you have sex with Jongin or Sehun. Hell they probably would have fucked you together if you would have asked. If you want to sleep with my friends go ahead. Nobody is stopping you,”

Your blood feels like it’s boiling at his cruel words. “Fuck you Chanyeol. You’re acting like I threw myself at you tonight. You’re also acting like I make a habit at making passes at your friends. You know better then anyone I never have sex outside of being in a relationship. You don’t get to slut shame me because you’re being a dick.”

“You know what, I’m done,” he growls as he reaches for his shoes.

“Then just leave because to be honest I don’t want to see you again,” you can’t help the sob that breaks from your chest. You regretted every single sweet moment you had ever shared with Chanyeol and in the moment you never wanted to see him again.

Sitting there sobbing on the bed you watch as your best friend walks out leaving you completely heartbroken.

Authors notes: this is the prologue of a my first series featuring any of the guys from EXO. If you would like to be tagged please send me an ask or a message.