Word 3: stay inside the lines
note: centered on second person pov, Chanyeol/you
unbeta-ed because i am lazy finished this 3k thing at 3:30am bye
this isn't just romance just a heads up yep
Forelsket: (Norwegian):
The euphoria you experience when you’re first falling in love.
High school and there were seven of them.
There’s Joonmyun, Soojung, Wonshik, Jongin, Minseok, Chanyeol and you. It had always been the seven of you. Although Joonmyeon and Minseok are a year ahead of the rest, it had never been an issue.
It was summer when your family had moved in a new neighborhood. New people, new environment-you weren’t really sure if this is what you wanted. It’s not like you can do anything about it anyway. All you have to do is dragged yourself to your new school for three years, make friends if you can, and high school will be easy- high school will be done in no time.
But then high school didn’t become what you have planned ahead, not when you’ve met those six people. Especially that one person.
You were walking your way to you homeroom class, eyes glued to the book you’re reading. It isn’t hard, really-reading while walking. You have been doing this for two years, walking the same path, and a few minutes in, having someone pat you on your shoulder. For the first few times, it sure made you jerk a little and made your heart skip a beat. For the next two years, it didn’t bother you anymore.
No more surprised gasps, but the heart skipping a beat remains, added with a little smile tugging at your lips.
“Hey!” That deep voice.
Especially Chanyeol.`
“Why are we cutting class?” You tugged on the sleeve of his uniform, and Chanyeol never misses the worry in your voice.
Chanyeol stopped walking and faced you with a smile on his face. Like always. “The teachers and council are having a meeting right now and God knows when will that meeting end. Besides, they’re just making us read boring text books,” Chanyeol shrugged before he continued, “but I’m not forcing you to come with me though, best student.”
You huffed before pinching his arm a little too hard but Chanyeol obviously did not mind because he knew he won. Chanyeol got a hold of your hand and you both ran, fleeing from the school premises and you perfectly knew that cutting class was a bad thing, but feeling the warmth of Chanyeol’s palm on yours… it wasn’t such a bad thing. Suddenly, cutting class didn’t seem to be that bad of an idea after all.
You never cut class-that was your first.
On the night of Joonmyun and Minseok’s graduation day, the seven of you gathered in Joonmyun’s house. His parents gave the house in your care for the night, knowing that this might be one of the last gatherings where you would be complete-Joonmyun, Soojung, Wonshik, Jongin, Minseok, Chanyeol and you.
It had always been the seven of you. You couldn’t think of the two oldest missing.
There were cans of beer and another full case on the floor. Wonhsik and Jongin were passed beside the full case and Soojung fell asleep in the kitchen. Joonmyun and Minseok went out to buy more chips because Chanyeol was totally chip-eating monster. “You’re such a pig, Chanyeol. How come you don’t get fat and sick?” Soojung asked an hour ago and she got nothing but a toothy grin from Chanyeol. No use in insulting him, it never worked on anything insulting thrown at him. Sometimes you wonder if Chanyeol actually had an insult-filter in his body. The thought was kind of annoying and interesting at the same time.
Your mind wandered back to the two oldest who were already officially high school graduates, and soon to be battling a couple more years on to their dreams. You knew Joonmyun wanted to take Performance Arts and Music for Minseok. You knew they would definitely nail everything that’ll come their way because they do best at what they love the most.
But the thought of seeing them just a few times a year, leaving just the five of you in highschool made your eyes sting; the lingering taste of beer suddenly feels a little bit stronger on your tongue than it was a few minutes ago. That was your first sip of beer-Chanyeol made you. Chanyeol always do. You didn’t like the taste. It was intrusive and nothing like anything you have tasted before.
It wasn’t until Chanyeol nudged you on your arm with his hair that you’d finally came into a conclusion that Chanyeol was a cat in his past life. “Are you a cat?” You mumbled under your breath, and you didn’t really think Chanyeol had caught it.
Chanyeol hummed. “Probably.”
You scrunched your face. It’s not that you hate cats; you weren’t just fond of them. You looked at him beside you and lightly shoved him farther on the other side of the couch.
“Are you drunk?”
“Probably.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled as you look at Chanyeol. Ah, Chanyeol. There are so many things about Chanyeol that you wanted to ponder on for hours. You feel like when Chanyeol occupies your mind even just for a few seconds, your neurons get too hectic-they get so busy sending signals to every neuron available in your brain. Just like that very moment.
“Chanyeol,” you absentmindedly called. His name smoothly rolled on your tongue, with a hint of beer. But it wasn’t so bad.
The next thing you knew, Chanyeol’s face was already so dangerously near your face and you didn’t know where to focus- on his nose? on his forehead? On his cheek? Left or right? On his chin? On his eye? Then again, left or right? Or on his lips?
But before you can even focus on anything, wet chapped lips had already met yours. It felt like your neurons had totally stopped sending signals to every single part of your brain and then to your body. Because you couldn’t move, and it felt like you had stopped breathing at the same time. All you knew was that there were another pair of lips on yours and it didn’t make sense but somehow it did.
That was your first kiss.
Chanyeol didn’t mention anything about the kiss at all after that night. You figured he was too drunk to remember anything. So you did the same, thinking it didn’t happen at all. You told no one, not even Soojung.
Your heart hurt all of a sudden. First heartache? Nah, you thought. This was Chanyeol. One of your best buds-actually, no-your best-est bud out of your circle of best buds. So, heartache because of a forgotten kiss with Chanyeol? No.
(Probably.)
“So…” You looked at Soojung expectantly, “how was it?”
Soojung bit her lower lip, not knowing whether she should spill everything or just go with a “it was okay” comment. But she knew you wouldn’t stop bugging her until she’d spill all the details-at least not the explicit ones.
“It hurt a bit at first but…” Soojung started but hesitated to continue.
“But what? Soojung, come on!”
She laughed a bit before continuing, “It hurt at first but not that much. Not like how movies portray the act or something, you know. They were exaggerating."
“Really?” You winced. Just thinking about the pain made you cringe.
Soojung slapped your thigh as she laughed. “Don’t give me that face. Wait until you experience it yourself.”
You sighed before shaking your head. “No, no, no.”
It won’t happen anytime soon.
“New girlfriend?"
“Yeah.”
“She’s so pretty. Totally your type.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
Chanyeol laughed lightly and nodded.
You didn’t even notice your fist clenching. You felt like something broke somewhere. But then Chanyeol proceeded to give you that smile again, something you’ve been so accustomed to in seeing in the past two years. Then suddenly the broken feeling disappeared. It took one smile for Chanyeol to make it disappear. Sometimes you wonder if Chanyeol has some kind of magic.
He does things to you. A lot of things. He makes you feel things, makes you say things you shouldn’t say, makes you think like you’re feeling something you shouldn’t feel-for Chanyeol, most especially- for your best friend.
You felt like you’re in love. It was a good feeling, and you found yourself wishing for the good feeling to never fade.
People fall in love in different ways. People have their first loves in different ages. For you, it was when you were seventeen. For you, it was your best friend.
It was good to see Joonmyun and Minseok again after a couple of months on your graduation day. How time flies fast, you thought. Just a year ago, Joonmyun and Minseok were the ones wearing the togas and gowns, they were the ones holding highschool diplomas and bidding goodbyes to their batchmates.
Some of them knew that they’d just see each other the next day, and some were uncertain if they would actually see each other again after that night. It might be their last encounter, or it might just be one of their hundreds of encounters to come in this lifetime. All in all, it was a bittersweet scene.
You gave Soojung, Wonshik and Jongin one by one, whispering thanks in their ears and earning a “really now, stop being such a sap” from the three of them. When you got to Chanyeol, you didn’t get to initiate the hug because he already lowered his body to meet yours and engulf you in a warm, tight hug. It took you a while to hug him back and he pulled away before you could even say anything. Instead, re ruined your perfectly combed hair which earned him a slap on his arm and laughter from the group.
The night ended too soon and somehow you didn’t want to bid goodbye. You didn’t want to think about the possibilities of never seeing your friends again after a few more get together before they finally open a new chapter of their lives with new people and new environment. Suddenly you were brought back to where you were three years ago.
You felt like there were still so many things you should say and do. Suddenly, three years felt too short, too abrupt. Suddenly, there were tears pooling in the corner of your eyes.
You looked at Chanyeol who was waving to a friend a few meters to where you are. A tear escaped your left eye and you didn’t bother wiping it with your sleeve.
Suddenly, you didn’t want to let go.
True enough, it wasn’t your last meeting with your friends-or Chanyeol for that matter. What you didn’t understand was how you were on his bed, the soft white bed sheet warm on your back. What you didn’t understand was how Chanyeol was hovering over you, his eyes directly looking at yours.
What you knew was that you came in his house earlier that day to give him back some comics he lent to you years ago but didn’t bother to get them back. And then everything went too fast after that. You couldn’t process what happened next, or what happened first, or what actually didn’t happen and was just a figment of your imagination.
There were no words spoken, just gentle and not so gentle touches on the arms, and then there were kisses exchanged and then suddenly Chanyeol had already brought you to his room. The house was quiet, there seem to be no one in the house but the both of them. You didn’t know how Chanyeol had read what you were thinking but he mumbled, “my parents are out until tomorrow noon” in between kisses- on your neck, cheeks, forehead, nose, on her lips.
And that was probably what you were waiting for him to say. It was the only thing spoken for the next few minutes, all that could be heard were light brushes of clothes until there were no more and thrown somewhere on the floor.
For a minute, it was embarrassing to be completely bare in front of someone you care about so much, especially when you’re not sure if he felt the same towards you. But Chanyeol completely made you confident in your skin, leaving no parts untouched. He held you like you were something so precious, he held you like he loved every bit of you. And in that moment, you deluded yourself into thinking that yes, he does love you. And so you went with the flow, and thought that even though you didn’t expect this to happen a little too early than you have expected, it’s perfectly okay. It’s okay because it’s Chanyeol. It’s always okay as long as it’s Chanyeol.
Your first time, and it’s fine, because it’s Chanyeol.
You wondered if Soojung was just fooling you when she said that it didn’t hurt that much because it did for you. But then again it’s different for everyone. The pain didn’t last too long though-that you were thankful for. And soon, you couldn’t think of things like pain and pleasure anymore because they seem to have jived and all you could think of at that moment was that the person you’re with wasn’t just someone-he was someone special. He was someone you harboured feelings for in the whole duration of your highschool life. This person wasn’t just someone-he was Chanyeol.
When it was over, Chanyeol was panting and nuzzling your neck. You shut your eyes tight, not knowing what to feel or what to do. Fatigue overcame your body a few moments later and you figured Chanyeol felt same too as he rolled to the side.
You felt a pair of lips landing on your forehead before you finally succumbed to sleep.
You woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee in the air. You were sure the room wasn’t yours and you were sure it was Chanyeol’s. You were happy and nervous at the same time, thinking that last night wasn’t just a dream.
You started to pick up your clothes which were on the chair. You were certain you didn’t place them there before and figured that it was Chanyeol who picked them up on the floor. You couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips. The lower region of your body felt sore but it was bearable. You checked yourself first on the mirror before heading to the kitchen, knowing for sure that Chanyeol was there.
What you didn’t expect to see was a worrisome pacing Chanyeol. It didn’t felt right. This was supposed to be the part where you would confess your love to each other. But nothing felt right, seeing Chanyeol the way he was doing at that moment.
Sensing your presence, Chanyeol looked at you for a second before looking away. Nothing really felt right. You walked up to him slowly. Keeping your distance from him for a foot away, you held your hand up to reach out to him but before you could even touch him, you were stopped by his words.
“I’m sorry.”
You didn’t what to say other than the default response to anything unfortunate that happens to you because your parents always told you that everything happens-good or bad---for a reason.
Chanyeol was still looking at anything but you. You bit your lower lip to prevent your tears from falling before saying, “It’s okay.”
You didn’t get see him again after that day.
That was, officially, your first heartbreak.
Park Chanyeol… he was your first mistake.
Ten years later and you finally got to see the gang again-successful and hopefully, equally happy. Joonmyun and Soojung, though young, had already become two of the most celebrated actors in the entertainment industry. Minseok and Wonshik had already made names in the music industry, the former being a famous writer/composer under the pen name Xiumin, and Wonshik, as expected, was a successful young producer and composer. Jongin had been working as a dance head in a prestigious dance school in Seoul. He had already worked with famous names in the music industry, especially idols from huge agencies, as well as international acts.
And then there’s Chanyeol.
In ten years, you haven’t heard of him at all. It’s like the world had hid him from you, or it may be you who had pushed anything concerning Chanyeol to get to you.
But you had your reasons. Back then, you were both still painfully young, and though it shouldn't always be used to justify impulsiveness, there were no other things to say, no other things to reason. You were just painfully young. Too young to deal with feelings even adults were having a hard time dealing with. And sometimes it's better to just cry, let it out and let time help in healing what's possibly there to heal. There was nothing else.
But these people-Joonmyun, Soojung, Wonshik, Jongin, Minseok and Chanyeol-regardless of what had happened, these people would always be those kids from ten years ago, those kids you had pillow fights with, had drunken nights with, had karaoke until dawn, had cried with while watching Disney movies-these people completed your high school. That one chapter in your life, no matter how it turned out to be, it was something that helped you become who you are today.
Of course, it did cross your mind, thinking how Chanyeol was doing. Was he already married? How many kids does he already have? You restrained yourself from asking too much, because there’s only one thing you would want yourself to accomplish when the time comes and you’d finally get to see your friends again, when you’d finally meet Chanyeol again.
You just wanted to be able to smile at him with no bitterness, no regrets.
And you did.
“Remember me?” You asked in a playful tone. He looked even better with short, jet black hair. The boyish look was gone. He looked older, yes, but definitely better.
Chanyeol smiled just like how he always did before. The feeling it gave you was familiar. But you brushed it off for now. There were still too many things to talk about, too many happenings to catch up on.
“Of course,” Chanyeol replied as he proceeded to ruffle your hair. Unlike before, you didn’t protest and just let him ruin your hairdo. It’s not a big deal anyway, because all the people surrounding you were your family. The six of them, they were your family.
And Chanyeol… Chanyeol, of course, he was extra special. After all, he took almost all your significant firsts. A lot of things could still happen the next day, the next months, the next years. You could drift apart, you could fall in love. Nobody would know what will happen. It’s up to you to find out. And in the end, you thought, even if you were given a chance to go back in time, you wouldn’t change a thing. You would still give Chanyeol your firsts.
(In the end, everything you gave him was solely for him to keep forever.)
ps. blame rina for this and her dreams smh you enabler ihu
unbeta-ed because i am lazy finished this 3k thing at 3:30am bye
this isn't just romance just a heads up yep
Forelsket: (Norwegian):
The euphoria you experience when you’re first falling in love.
High school and there were seven of them.
There’s Joonmyun, Soojung, Wonshik, Jongin, Minseok, Chanyeol and you. It had always been the seven of you. Although Joonmyeon and Minseok are a year ahead of the rest, it had never been an issue.
It was summer when your family had moved in a new neighborhood. New people, new environment-you weren’t really sure if this is what you wanted. It’s not like you can do anything about it anyway. All you have to do is dragged yourself to your new school for three years, make friends if you can, and high school will be easy- high school will be done in no time.
But then high school didn’t become what you have planned ahead, not when you’ve met those six people. Especially that one person.
You were walking your way to you homeroom class, eyes glued to the book you’re reading. It isn’t hard, really-reading while walking. You have been doing this for two years, walking the same path, and a few minutes in, having someone pat you on your shoulder. For the first few times, it sure made you jerk a little and made your heart skip a beat. For the next two years, it didn’t bother you anymore.
No more surprised gasps, but the heart skipping a beat remains, added with a little smile tugging at your lips.
“Hey!” That deep voice.
Especially Chanyeol.`
“Why are we cutting class?” You tugged on the sleeve of his uniform, and Chanyeol never misses the worry in your voice.
Chanyeol stopped walking and faced you with a smile on his face. Like always. “The teachers and council are having a meeting right now and God knows when will that meeting end. Besides, they’re just making us read boring text books,” Chanyeol shrugged before he continued, “but I’m not forcing you to come with me though, best student.”
You huffed before pinching his arm a little too hard but Chanyeol obviously did not mind because he knew he won. Chanyeol got a hold of your hand and you both ran, fleeing from the school premises and you perfectly knew that cutting class was a bad thing, but feeling the warmth of Chanyeol’s palm on yours… it wasn’t such a bad thing. Suddenly, cutting class didn’t seem to be that bad of an idea after all.
You never cut class-that was your first.
On the night of Joonmyun and Minseok’s graduation day, the seven of you gathered in Joonmyun’s house. His parents gave the house in your care for the night, knowing that this might be one of the last gatherings where you would be complete-Joonmyun, Soojung, Wonshik, Jongin, Minseok, Chanyeol and you.
It had always been the seven of you. You couldn’t think of the two oldest missing.
There were cans of beer and another full case on the floor. Wonhsik and Jongin were passed beside the full case and Soojung fell asleep in the kitchen. Joonmyun and Minseok went out to buy more chips because Chanyeol was totally chip-eating monster. “You’re such a pig, Chanyeol. How come you don’t get fat and sick?” Soojung asked an hour ago and she got nothing but a toothy grin from Chanyeol. No use in insulting him, it never worked on anything insulting thrown at him. Sometimes you wonder if Chanyeol actually had an insult-filter in his body. The thought was kind of annoying and interesting at the same time.
Your mind wandered back to the two oldest who were already officially high school graduates, and soon to be battling a couple more years on to their dreams. You knew Joonmyun wanted to take Performance Arts and Music for Minseok. You knew they would definitely nail everything that’ll come their way because they do best at what they love the most.
But the thought of seeing them just a few times a year, leaving just the five of you in highschool made your eyes sting; the lingering taste of beer suddenly feels a little bit stronger on your tongue than it was a few minutes ago. That was your first sip of beer-Chanyeol made you. Chanyeol always do. You didn’t like the taste. It was intrusive and nothing like anything you have tasted before.
It wasn’t until Chanyeol nudged you on your arm with his hair that you’d finally came into a conclusion that Chanyeol was a cat in his past life. “Are you a cat?” You mumbled under your breath, and you didn’t really think Chanyeol had caught it.
Chanyeol hummed. “Probably.”
You scrunched your face. It’s not that you hate cats; you weren’t just fond of them. You looked at him beside you and lightly shoved him farther on the other side of the couch.
“Are you drunk?”
“Probably.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled as you look at Chanyeol. Ah, Chanyeol. There are so many things about Chanyeol that you wanted to ponder on for hours. You feel like when Chanyeol occupies your mind even just for a few seconds, your neurons get too hectic-they get so busy sending signals to every neuron available in your brain. Just like that very moment.
“Chanyeol,” you absentmindedly called. His name smoothly rolled on your tongue, with a hint of beer. But it wasn’t so bad.
The next thing you knew, Chanyeol’s face was already so dangerously near your face and you didn’t know where to focus- on his nose? on his forehead? On his cheek? Left or right? On his chin? On his eye? Then again, left or right? Or on his lips?
But before you can even focus on anything, wet chapped lips had already met yours. It felt like your neurons had totally stopped sending signals to every single part of your brain and then to your body. Because you couldn’t move, and it felt like you had stopped breathing at the same time. All you knew was that there were another pair of lips on yours and it didn’t make sense but somehow it did.
That was your first kiss.
Chanyeol didn’t mention anything about the kiss at all after that night. You figured he was too drunk to remember anything. So you did the same, thinking it didn’t happen at all. You told no one, not even Soojung.
Your heart hurt all of a sudden. First heartache? Nah, you thought. This was Chanyeol. One of your best buds-actually, no-your best-est bud out of your circle of best buds. So, heartache because of a forgotten kiss with Chanyeol? No.
(Probably.)
“So…” You looked at Soojung expectantly, “how was it?”
Soojung bit her lower lip, not knowing whether she should spill everything or just go with a “it was okay” comment. But she knew you wouldn’t stop bugging her until she’d spill all the details-at least not the explicit ones.
“It hurt a bit at first but…” Soojung started but hesitated to continue.
“But what? Soojung, come on!”
She laughed a bit before continuing, “It hurt at first but not that much. Not like how movies portray the act or something, you know. They were exaggerating."
“Really?” You winced. Just thinking about the pain made you cringe.
Soojung slapped your thigh as she laughed. “Don’t give me that face. Wait until you experience it yourself.”
You sighed before shaking your head. “No, no, no.”
It won’t happen anytime soon.
“New girlfriend?"
“Yeah.”
“She’s so pretty. Totally your type.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
Chanyeol laughed lightly and nodded.
You didn’t even notice your fist clenching. You felt like something broke somewhere. But then Chanyeol proceeded to give you that smile again, something you’ve been so accustomed to in seeing in the past two years. Then suddenly the broken feeling disappeared. It took one smile for Chanyeol to make it disappear. Sometimes you wonder if Chanyeol has some kind of magic.
He does things to you. A lot of things. He makes you feel things, makes you say things you shouldn’t say, makes you think like you’re feeling something you shouldn’t feel-for Chanyeol, most especially- for your best friend.
You felt like you’re in love. It was a good feeling, and you found yourself wishing for the good feeling to never fade.
People fall in love in different ways. People have their first loves in different ages. For you, it was when you were seventeen. For you, it was your best friend.
It was good to see Joonmyun and Minseok again after a couple of months on your graduation day. How time flies fast, you thought. Just a year ago, Joonmyun and Minseok were the ones wearing the togas and gowns, they were the ones holding highschool diplomas and bidding goodbyes to their batchmates.
Some of them knew that they’d just see each other the next day, and some were uncertain if they would actually see each other again after that night. It might be their last encounter, or it might just be one of their hundreds of encounters to come in this lifetime. All in all, it was a bittersweet scene.
You gave Soojung, Wonshik and Jongin one by one, whispering thanks in their ears and earning a “really now, stop being such a sap” from the three of them. When you got to Chanyeol, you didn’t get to initiate the hug because he already lowered his body to meet yours and engulf you in a warm, tight hug. It took you a while to hug him back and he pulled away before you could even say anything. Instead, re ruined your perfectly combed hair which earned him a slap on his arm and laughter from the group.
The night ended too soon and somehow you didn’t want to bid goodbye. You didn’t want to think about the possibilities of never seeing your friends again after a few more get together before they finally open a new chapter of their lives with new people and new environment. Suddenly you were brought back to where you were three years ago.
You felt like there were still so many things you should say and do. Suddenly, three years felt too short, too abrupt. Suddenly, there were tears pooling in the corner of your eyes.
You looked at Chanyeol who was waving to a friend a few meters to where you are. A tear escaped your left eye and you didn’t bother wiping it with your sleeve.
Suddenly, you didn’t want to let go.
True enough, it wasn’t your last meeting with your friends-or Chanyeol for that matter. What you didn’t understand was how you were on his bed, the soft white bed sheet warm on your back. What you didn’t understand was how Chanyeol was hovering over you, his eyes directly looking at yours.
What you knew was that you came in his house earlier that day to give him back some comics he lent to you years ago but didn’t bother to get them back. And then everything went too fast after that. You couldn’t process what happened next, or what happened first, or what actually didn’t happen and was just a figment of your imagination.
There were no words spoken, just gentle and not so gentle touches on the arms, and then there were kisses exchanged and then suddenly Chanyeol had already brought you to his room. The house was quiet, there seem to be no one in the house but the both of them. You didn’t know how Chanyeol had read what you were thinking but he mumbled, “my parents are out until tomorrow noon” in between kisses- on your neck, cheeks, forehead, nose, on her lips.
And that was probably what you were waiting for him to say. It was the only thing spoken for the next few minutes, all that could be heard were light brushes of clothes until there were no more and thrown somewhere on the floor.
For a minute, it was embarrassing to be completely bare in front of someone you care about so much, especially when you’re not sure if he felt the same towards you. But Chanyeol completely made you confident in your skin, leaving no parts untouched. He held you like you were something so precious, he held you like he loved every bit of you. And in that moment, you deluded yourself into thinking that yes, he does love you. And so you went with the flow, and thought that even though you didn’t expect this to happen a little too early than you have expected, it’s perfectly okay. It’s okay because it’s Chanyeol. It’s always okay as long as it’s Chanyeol.
Your first time, and it’s fine, because it’s Chanyeol.
You wondered if Soojung was just fooling you when she said that it didn’t hurt that much because it did for you. But then again it’s different for everyone. The pain didn’t last too long though-that you were thankful for. And soon, you couldn’t think of things like pain and pleasure anymore because they seem to have jived and all you could think of at that moment was that the person you’re with wasn’t just someone-he was someone special. He was someone you harboured feelings for in the whole duration of your highschool life. This person wasn’t just someone-he was Chanyeol.
When it was over, Chanyeol was panting and nuzzling your neck. You shut your eyes tight, not knowing what to feel or what to do. Fatigue overcame your body a few moments later and you figured Chanyeol felt same too as he rolled to the side.
You felt a pair of lips landing on your forehead before you finally succumbed to sleep.
You woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee in the air. You were sure the room wasn’t yours and you were sure it was Chanyeol’s. You were happy and nervous at the same time, thinking that last night wasn’t just a dream.
You started to pick up your clothes which were on the chair. You were certain you didn’t place them there before and figured that it was Chanyeol who picked them up on the floor. You couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips. The lower region of your body felt sore but it was bearable. You checked yourself first on the mirror before heading to the kitchen, knowing for sure that Chanyeol was there.
What you didn’t expect to see was a worrisome pacing Chanyeol. It didn’t felt right. This was supposed to be the part where you would confess your love to each other. But nothing felt right, seeing Chanyeol the way he was doing at that moment.
Sensing your presence, Chanyeol looked at you for a second before looking away. Nothing really felt right. You walked up to him slowly. Keeping your distance from him for a foot away, you held your hand up to reach out to him but before you could even touch him, you were stopped by his words.
“I’m sorry.”
You didn’t what to say other than the default response to anything unfortunate that happens to you because your parents always told you that everything happens-good or bad---for a reason.
Chanyeol was still looking at anything but you. You bit your lower lip to prevent your tears from falling before saying, “It’s okay.”
You didn’t get see him again after that day.
That was, officially, your first heartbreak.
Park Chanyeol… he was your first mistake.
Ten years later and you finally got to see the gang again-successful and hopefully, equally happy. Joonmyun and Soojung, though young, had already become two of the most celebrated actors in the entertainment industry. Minseok and Wonshik had already made names in the music industry, the former being a famous writer/composer under the pen name Xiumin, and Wonshik, as expected, was a successful young producer and composer. Jongin had been working as a dance head in a prestigious dance school in Seoul. He had already worked with famous names in the music industry, especially idols from huge agencies, as well as international acts.
And then there’s Chanyeol.
In ten years, you haven’t heard of him at all. It’s like the world had hid him from you, or it may be you who had pushed anything concerning Chanyeol to get to you.
But you had your reasons. Back then, you were both still painfully young, and though it shouldn't always be used to justify impulsiveness, there were no other things to say, no other things to reason. You were just painfully young. Too young to deal with feelings even adults were having a hard time dealing with. And sometimes it's better to just cry, let it out and let time help in healing what's possibly there to heal. There was nothing else.
But these people-Joonmyun, Soojung, Wonshik, Jongin, Minseok and Chanyeol-regardless of what had happened, these people would always be those kids from ten years ago, those kids you had pillow fights with, had drunken nights with, had karaoke until dawn, had cried with while watching Disney movies-these people completed your high school. That one chapter in your life, no matter how it turned out to be, it was something that helped you become who you are today.
Of course, it did cross your mind, thinking how Chanyeol was doing. Was he already married? How many kids does he already have? You restrained yourself from asking too much, because there’s only one thing you would want yourself to accomplish when the time comes and you’d finally get to see your friends again, when you’d finally meet Chanyeol again.
You just wanted to be able to smile at him with no bitterness, no regrets.
And you did.
“Remember me?” You asked in a playful tone. He looked even better with short, jet black hair. The boyish look was gone. He looked older, yes, but definitely better.
Chanyeol smiled just like how he always did before. The feeling it gave you was familiar. But you brushed it off for now. There were still too many things to talk about, too many happenings to catch up on.
“Of course,” Chanyeol replied as he proceeded to ruffle your hair. Unlike before, you didn’t protest and just let him ruin your hairdo. It’s not a big deal anyway, because all the people surrounding you were your family. The six of them, they were your family.
And Chanyeol… Chanyeol, of course, he was extra special. After all, he took almost all your significant firsts. A lot of things could still happen the next day, the next months, the next years. You could drift apart, you could fall in love. Nobody would know what will happen. It’s up to you to find out. And in the end, you thought, even if you were given a chance to go back in time, you wouldn’t change a thing. You would still give Chanyeol your firsts.
(In the end, everything you gave him was solely for him to keep forever.)
ps. blame rina for this and her dreams smh you enabler ihu