#kris fluff

It has been four days since your last official work day and you’re finally settling into your new apartment. Since moving out of your parents’ house and moving in with Jae, you’ve never really been alone, ever. The feeling of being independent excites you. Like you’re a bird that has been freed from your cage for the first time.

Jae’s aunt’s place was renovated a little bit for your convenience since she considers Jae as her daughter, she welcomed you with warmness similar to your mother’s. She said a friend of Jae is always welcome in the family and you thanked both of them for being such great and loving people. Jae’s aunt even gave you a lot of food that made your fridge full to the brim. Jae assured you that you’ll be well fed in her aunt’s care.

You were really thrilled and ecstatic for your new arrangement but Chanyeol, on the other hand, wasn’t. Since finding out about your resignation a few days ago, your phone hasn’t really calmed on with notifications unless you turn the damn thing off. So far you have 350 text messages and 500 kakaotalk messages to read plus 100 missed phone calls to delete, all from Chanyeol. You thought about blocking his number but you didn’t want to be like Kris. You at least wanted to give him the explanation he deserves but for now, you weren’t ready to face him just yet.

You needed a break away from Chanyeol, something you have been longing for for a long time now. Because he broke all the rules you set for him. Just two simple rules and he let himself breach it audaciously.

Do not fall in love with me.

That one time when the EXO boys went out for drinks, Chanyeol got really drunk, even Junmyeon got angry with him. Almost half of them got drunk, but Chanyeol was particularly rowdy that night. He keeps pulling pranks on Junmyeon and Kyungsoo, which the others find hilarious. What really pissed him off was Chanyeol’s buzzed advances on you. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, keeps playing with your hair, fiddling with the hem of your dress. The only thing that appeased Junmyeon, stopping him from beating Chanyeol to a pulp was your assurance that you were fine and that it meant nothing to you.

When you got him home to his newly bought condo, (to his own request) that’s when the drunken confession ensued. He keeps saying he loves you and how he wants to be with you while crying with his face buried in your stomach. You knew this isn’t just the alcohol speaking. You knew he remembers everything even when he’s drunk. You knew that he has fallen for you already, that he somehow developed feelings for you even when you keep telling him not to.

Do not be clingy or needy.

The audacity of Park Chanyeol!

You knew his clinginess will show sooner or later. When Sehun asked for your help with his English study materials, since you’re the only one among the managers who was bilingual, Chanyeol didn’t take that in good favor at all. He kept shooting daggers towards Sehun all throughout that day; thankfully no one noticed his silent hostility towards the poor, innocent and unsuspecting maknae who only genuinely needed your knowledge in something he knows you're good at.

That night you both argued about Sehun. You were much, much calmer than he was, listening to his heated words and only reacting when you needed to. All he ever did that night was shout and cry about how Sehun was flirting with you and how you easily fell for the younger man’s sleek tricks. You pacified his fury with your body and only after the angry sex; you then realized that he was jealous of Sehun. He was beginning to be the possessive monster you told him not to be, that’s when your stress started.

Just when you’re about to crawl into bed, your ringtone blasted and you jump up in surprise. You gaze at your phone and saw that Jae was calling.

“Why are you calling, I’m about to sleep you scared the shit out of me.” You answered the phone with a fake scoff.

“I’m sorry for what’s about to happen, I’m really sorry.” It was the only thing Jae said before abruptly ending the call. You furrowed your eyebrows as you cock your head to the side in complete confusion.

The moment you placed your phone back down on your nightstand, someone started furiously knocking on your door. Your heart almost jumped out of your ribcage for the second time tonight. The knocking was nonstop and you stood up from your bed finally after recovering from the almost cardiac arrest. How rude, you thought, it’s almost Twelve AM on a Saturday night and you weren’t expecting anyone. Not Jae nor her aunt.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!’ You shouted to whoever it was on your door while you prod your way to the door flicking the lights on in the process.

The frantic knocking stops when the person on the other side heard you respond. You pull the main door open wide and saw the silhouette of a very tall man through the screen. You knew exactly who it was even though his form is the only thing you see, the really thin screen door was the only thing separating you from him and he pried it open. His face was dark, sullen and bitter under the small light from above your door. It has been a full week since you last saw him.

“Ch—Chanyeol…” Your voice was shaky with complete surprise. You were definitely not expecting him at all. His face softens when he saw the apprehension on your expression and a sigh exit his mouth.

“Can I come in?” Chanyeol asks as he runs his fingers through his newly colored gray hair. You can still smell the ammonia radiating from his head.

You didn’t respond to his request, instead, you nod your head once and turn your back on him. You hear the silent click of your main door’s knob indicating it was being shut close as you make your way inside. Chanyeol’s arms encircled your tiny frame from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck as inhales your scent deep in his lungs as if it was his only lifeline.

“I missed you.” Chanyeol murmurs and the vibration of his deep voice sent shivers all over your skin.

“Chanyeol I—“ You tried pushing him off, wiggling out of his arms but his cling to your body tightens.

“Why did you suddenly leave? Why didn’t you tell me you were quitting?” Chanyeol started peppering your neck with kisses, sucking your earlobe as he whispers his question to you. The heat of his breath made your eyes flutter closed.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t let me leave.” You answered while your eyes were still closed. Your breath started to hitch when one of his hand snakes up from under your silk pajama top, his calloused palm gently caresses the smooth skin of your stomach.

“You didn’t answer my first question… It’s me isn’t it?” Chanyeol twirl you around, his hand that was on your stomach now gently rubbing a soothing stroke on the small of your back.

“Whatever I did, I’m sorry. Just please come back.” He looks at you deep in your soul, his eye burning with love and yearning.

“I can’t come back now, I already have another job. I’m starting in 2 weeks.” You explain as you look back at him.

“Then at least come back to me. I can’t be without you, please…” Chanyeol begs, eyes welling at the corners with silent tears. You can tell he was trying really hard not to cry, but the moment his tears involuntarily trickle down his cheeks, he started sobbing nonstop. He drops to his knees and plants his face on your bare thighs, hot tears stream down the skin of your legs.

Your heart broke as he bawls his feelings out right in front of you. You said you wanted to be released from Chanyeol, but your heart was still weak for him. Your walls melt every time he cries and that’s his power over you, maybe you mellowed out as you spent time with him. He didn’t know he can influence you like this, Chanyeol's tears were real and came from the heart. You know his sincerity but you’re still shut down from him because you think you were still hung up from Kris. You should’ve moved on a long time ago but you know you are ruined because of him.

For some reason, you wiggled your way out from Chanyeol’s hold and he lets you go. His arms limp on the sides as he continues to weep like a lost child. You hurriedly grab a bottle of water from your fridge, stood Chanyeol up from his slump and sat him down on the ottoman in the middle of your tiny apartment. You crack open the cap of the water bottle and push the drink near his mouth.

“Drink this.” You instruct and Chanyeol lets you guide the mouth of the bottle to his lips. His huge hand hovered over yours as you both tip it, drinking half the content of the bottle.

Chanyeol's breathing was still erratic from sobbing, but the tears were no longer in his eyes. His whole face red, eyes full of gloom. He finally looks up at you after a while, his eyes softly twinkle when the light hits it. Holding Chanyeol’s face with both hands, you wipe away the almost dried tears with your thumbs gingerly. With shaky hands, he secures your hips with his warm palms and gently caresses it up and down to your mid thighs, eyes moving around; seeking your face for something.

“Channie—“ You started speaking but was cut off quickly when Chanyeol pulls you down to him, straddling his lap between your legs. He wraps his arms around your torso in a tight squeeze, face finds solace in the crook of your neck again. Your throat releases a tiny squeak with his surprising move.