Read Me - Chanyeol x Reader
(I’ve never done a fic about a real person, so it feels a lil’ weird, but this very cute tree baby has absorbed all of my attention, so I wrote this little scene with him. I swear his laughing alone could cure my depression lol Anyhoo~ as always, Y/N=your name. I would love love love it if you enjoy the oneshot to let me know! Hopefully I’ve portrayed PCY in as realistic a way as possible [without knowing him personally and only watching videos, obvs.] I’m thinking of doing a long fic, maybe a CYO with all the members, like I usually do haha EXOXO, Bri)
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“Aishh! Wae wae wae…?”
You slanted your eyes up at the other side of the couch, your attention drawn away from the tablet resting in one hand. You placed your mug of tea down on the glass coffee table nearby, plush blanket slipping a little down your thighs. You leaned forward, elbows pressing against your knees, tablet discarded against the cushions. You spider-walked your fingers up your companion’s arm to get his attention, fingers catching on the bumpy texture of his big, cozy sweater. He turned his head in your direction, eyes wide and pillow lips shaped into a pout that would outdo a child’s. You had to stifle a laugh.
“Did something bad happen to Yumi?” You sucked in your lips to hide a grin. He nodded vigorously, one hand clenched around his mobile while his fingernails lazily tickled across your legs—they were draped across his lap, after all. You reached forward to stop him, and his eyes popped again like he’d been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. His sheepish, apologetic smile melted you instantly. You scooted closer to him, running a hand up the back of his neck into his hair. His eyes closed at your touch.
“Babi is being frustrating again. I wish he could have courage to act on his interest in her. They are great for each other!” The pout returned, more petulant than ever. Giggles finally poured out of your mouth and you leaned against his shoulder as you felt the pang hit your stomach. When you were finally able to look at him again, you were still grinning.
“But Yeolie, think about how much trouble you had asking me out! You’re the idol king of charm! Imagine how hard it must be for an awkward co-worker like him!”
“Aishh, don’t start with me, mean princess! Totally different situations!” He stuck out his tongue in protest. Your head fell back as more laughter bounced you in your seat. Even though he was clearly trying to feign offense, there was a starry twinkle of fondness in your boyfriend’s eyes as he watched your expression of amusement. He reached out and grabbed you by the chin, which halted your giggle fit. You looked at him sternly.
“You know I don’t like when you call me that. I’m only teasing.” A blush sprinkled across your cheeks. He tugged you forward and pressed his soft mouth against your forehead, which only made you grow redder. His face drifted down until your foreheads were resting against each other. His warm breath fanned out over your face, rustling your eyelashes and your pulse. You opened your eyes and found his looking deep into your soul. It was kind of intense, like he was reading your thoughts that way. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and he returned it more brightly than the sun. He leaned back a little, still within breathing distance, forefinger tracing your collarbone tenderly. The smile faded back into the childish expression from before.
“I know. It’s just your nature to poke fun at me. You’re not mean princess anymore,” he closed his eyes again for a moment, nose wrinkling slightly at old thoughts, “Just my princess. I’m lucky. Mianhae.” He took your hand that was resting against him and kissed the inside of your wrist in sincere apology. Your heart thumped so loudly you could’ve sworn he’d hear it. You leaned forward and nuzzled your face into his neck; even sitting down he was taller than you, with a perfect long trunk to snuggle into. His arm slid from the top of the couch around your back, rubbing in a soothing rhythm.
“Well, this princess is lucky to have a prince like you, and don’t you forget it. We roast each other all the time anyway. That’s our thing. What did you promise me?” A beat.
“We should always laugh together as much as possible. I remember, baby.” His fingers tangled in your hair and you smiled wide against his skin. He really was something else.
“I hope I can always make you laugh, Chanyeol…the way you do for me. This probably sounds cheesy, but when I see you laughing, I feel like you’re not just some perfect being, from EXO planet, of course. You’re a real guy with real emotions and you find joy in things just like the rest of us regular folk. And your laughter is boundless! It seems like you could laugh for days without stopping and not be tired. I love it.” You chuckled through your nose, the image of Chanyeol rocking back and forth overtaken with laughter filling your headspace.
You felt your head tilt back again as he gently pulled on your hair to reorient your face to him. You blinked owlishly, lids sliding down halfway. His pout sank against yours, erasing anything from your thoughts and rooting you firmly in the moment. Your chest pressed against his side and his firm grip around your waist dragged you fully into his lap. His lips worked over yours at every angle while you wound your arms around his neck. After a few moments, his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck before his chin came to rest on your shoulder. You glanced down at him, a little disappointed that he’d stopped.
A little smirk curled up his lips, portending a quip or something similar.
“Y/N, you shouldn’t be distracting me on Webtoon Wednesday, neh?”
“Me?! You’re the one who interrupted Amy’s dramatic exchange with her mom with your whining! Listen… I’ll show you a distraction, Park Seongnim!” You grumbled before rotating slightly in his lap and tackling him down against the sofa in one swift movement. You reached for the hands clasping you and drew them up, pinning them above his head. The surprise in his eyes dissolved into a look of lust. Noticing your tablet was slipping into the crack of the couch, you snatched it up with one hand and put it next to your forgotten mug. Turning back to Chanyeol, you slowly lowered your face to meet his. Spirit Fingers could wait. You were going to enjoy your real-life webtoon for a bit.
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(That’s the end! I was having so much trouble thinking of what nickname for the reader to call PCY. I watched this BTS of Chanyeol’s fragrance photoshoot for W Magazine where he’s obsessively reading Yumi’s Cells the whole time and, since I am also an avid purveyor of webtoons, I wanted to make up a scenario where he and his reader S.O. spend afternoons off from their busy schedule catching up on their reading together. Sometimes I like cute little fluffy moments that are more mundane haha Have you read any Webtoons? Sound off with your faves in the comments so I can add them to my queue!
