3 Years - year 2 part one

A few weeks have passed since you got back and lord knows you still haven’t unpacked. You messaged Chanyeol when you got home to let him know that the flight went well. You two kept a small conversation going but you weren’t sure how much more your heart could handle.

You had been offered a role as a side character in a show because the company from Korea had sent a preliminary copy of the stuff you guys had filmed at the end of your mentoring session to your company. They were able to find you some work, it wasn’t a constant appearance but it was work, so you took the offer.

You had today off so you decided it was the perfect opportunity to actually get to unpacking. You started and your phone went off.

You pick it up to see that it’s Chanyeol and he is requesting a video chat. You nearly threw the phone across the room, but quickly calmed down and answered.

“Hey” you say, not sure entirely what else to say.

He looked a little sad.

“Oh my god, is everything okay?? Isn’t it late there?” He just looked at you.

There was silence and you were concerned the video froze, but then he sniffed and you knew it wasn’t.

“Park Chanyeol, talk to me. What’s going on?” Your concern must have been very evident because he looked right at the camera.

“I just… I just miss you.” He looked at the desk immediately after the words left his mouth and your heart broke.

You wanted nothing more than to reach out and fluff his hair and tell him it’s okay, but you had to settle for over the video reassurance.

“Yeolie,” you see him tense slightly when you call him by his nickname. “Hey, look at me… I miss you too. We both knew I had to go back at some point though.” You try to keep your voice steady, but he still hasn’t looked up and it’s hard because you really miss him too.

“We can still talk on here. I know it’s not the same, but at least it’s something. We have Kakao too.”

He gives a small nod.

“So talk to me then silly. What have you been up to? How’s the ever-so-glamorous lifestyle of an idol been?” That got him to smile and giggle a bit.

You two talk for a couple hours before you clue into the fact that it has to be nearly 4am in Korea and convince him for another 15 minutes to get off the phone before finally disconnecting.

“My god that boy” you shake your head and laugh as you return to your unpacking.

The next few months consist of about the same thing, some nights it’s you staying up until the wee hours, some nights it’s him you have to convince to get some sleep. You knew EXO were prepairing a comeback, or at least, that’s what word on the street was. Chanyeol refused to tell you, but you knew something was up because some nights he looked far more worn out then normal.

Tonight was no different.

“Yeolie, you okay?” You laugh when he picks up the call.

“Hey Y/N!!” The enthusiasm was high and his grin was huge, but you could see he was tired. “Great actually! I can finally confirm your suspicions too!”

“Oh? Do tell.” You laugh at his puppy like excitement.

“We are totally working on a comeback! They actually just put the artical out before you called!” Despite being tired his excitement was the most adorable thing you’d seen, so you couldn’t help but be enamored by it.

“I figured, you aren’t exactly James Bond when it comes to these things” you laugh as he swats at the screen.

“So what’s new with you?” He asks after settling down a bit.

“Well, I was going to wait until things were finalized a bit more to tell you…”

“Tell me, tell me!!”

“I am planning a trip out there for work next month, I just need to finalize some things with the company before I can say for sure when.” You see him perk up and can’t help but smile. “It’ll only be for a couple months, and that’s IF I get the part. They say there’s a pretty good chance and that the audition is mostly formality, but still. Anything can happen.” You try to sound nonchalant about it, but you were brimming with happiness at the thought of being back in Korea.

“So you’ll be here?! That’s awesome!! You have to come to a show!!” Chanyeol clapped his hands. “We have a few schedules already lined up, so as soon as you know dates and how busy you’ll be let me know, I’ll try and pull some strings” he winked.

“Aww you don’t have to do that.” But you were glad he protested because you knew getting tickets to a show would be like pulling teeth.

You talk for a while and once the excitement died down you could see the exhaustion seeping through Chanyeol. He was laying on his bed by this point and you could see he was hardly staying awake.

During a story you were telling he went oddly quiet so you stopped for a second. “Yeolie?” Silence.

“Goodnight you silly bean. I hope you sleep well” you hear him mumble something and you chuckle while disconnecting the call.

TBC

• Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun
• Angst - Mafia
• Word Count:1526

Description:After Chanyeol’s greatest betrayal, what else is there to live for when you’re just a prisoner in your own home.

A/N: It has been a year since I last updated, more than half this fic was written from a year ago so I kind of just added a few tweaks and that’s about it. I don’t remember where I was going with this so, rip.

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You spent days, weeks, maybe even months locked up in the place you used to call your home, your home with Sehun. You lost all track of time, the idea of it no longer mattered. You knew you would be living the same life even 20 years from now.

Sehun kept a handful of his men at the house, surrounding the perimeter to keep people from entering and you from leaving. Sehun would be there sometimes, but his appearance was even more scarce than before, you assumed he didn’t trust you, and he shouldn’t.

You’ve spent enough time trying to figure out ways to hurt Sehun, but the fact that Chanyeol chose money over you, always returns to mind. Killing Sehun would only result in momentary satisfaction, ultimately followed by your own death from one of his many followers.

Keeping still was easier said than done, you couldn’t help but pace the quiet studio. The silence that used to be comforting was now suffocating. You memorized how many steps it takes from each room to another, counting out loud as you went, the only time you ever spoke was then.

Sehun would visit, but you made sure to never let out a word when he was near. Giving him any form of satisfaction made you sick and you were done being his toy.

You walk from the living area to the kitchen, counting 22 steps as you did so, when the front door opened. Sehun entered, leaving his body guards outside per usual. You turned away from him and busied yourself with making food. You picked up a knife and started cutting a cucumber, you weren’t sure what you were making, but you were ready to put your attention on anything but him.

Sehun walked up behind you, snaking his hands around your waist as he bent over to place his head in the crook of your neck. You felt his lips graze your neck and tried your hardest not to shake in anger.

“No hello?” he whispered into your neck followed by a sigh. “How long do you plan on being like this for?” his finger playing gently under the bottom of your shirt. You couldn’t believe he could ask such a dumb question and wanted to yell at him, but that’s exactly what he was doing, baiting you. You know his mind games all too well, he would have to think of new ones if he wanted to break you further.

Sehun broke away from you leaning against the counter as he tossed one of the cucumber pieces into his mouth.

“Chanyeol is doing well. As his new employer, I think he enjoys my tasks more so than his previous.” he spoke as if bored. “Plus he’s loving the increased pay.” You stopped cutting as your grip tightened around the knife, your knuckles as white as can be. It took everything in your power not to plunge the simple blade through his chest. You took a few breaths before returning to cutting.

Sehun failed to notice your reactions as he turned towards you. “What? You don’t care anymore?” he almost sounded giddy. “I will take your silence as my golden answer.” he smiled wickedly, turning your face towards his as he placed a kiss on your forehead. With your attention on another planet, the knife slipped and cut your finger, hissing in pain you quickly wrapped a hand towel around your hand mentally cursing yourself. Sehun grabbed your wrist, ignoring the force he used naturally. Not even a second passed by before you pulled your hand away and made your way to the bathroom to further care for it.

You gripped the edge of the sink, closing your eyes as tight as you could trying to steady your emotions. “How could he do this?” you barely whispered to yourself. No matter how hard you tried to wrap your head around what happened that day, nothing made sense. You rummaged through your brain trying to think of anything that Sehun could hold over Chanyeol as leverage. Deep in thought you didn’t notice Sehun come into the bathroom until he whipped you around to face him.

“No more of this.” his voice came out harsh, cold. “You WILL abide by my rules. You WILL be my wife. There is a lot you don’t know and it’s best you just do as your told.” Sehun lifted you onto the sink, pulling your hair back as he moved to your ear, whispering with a clenched jaw. “Or, I will kill him.”

You felt your breath leave your lungs, it never returned. You sat there stunned with shock and realization. You felt the pieces connecting bit by bit, but had no time to think of them. You acted on impulse, slamming the base of your palm into Sehun’s temple until his head hit the wall full force. The air finally returning to you as you jump off the sink counter, running towards the door. You quickly grab your jacket and shoes, swinging the door open. You completely forgot Sehun kept bodyguards outside the door at all times.

One of the guards called for backup while the other reached out for you. You ducked under his reach and dashed forward making a break for it when a tug on the back of your shirt sent you flying backwards. You felt where you hit the back of you head, seeing blood on your hand but not knowing if it was from the blow or your unbandaged cut finger. You tried to stand up, but the world was staring back at you in twos. You felt hands restraining your own from behind, slamming your cheek into the building. All your senses felt as if they stopped working, the throbbing pain you felt from your finger, head, and cheek all combined as one, joining the emotional pain. The tears came at their own will as you stood there, you were sure Sehun would rid of you after your stunt.

You felt the pressure holding your wrists disappear followed by a gurgled noise. You slowly turned to see the dead bodyguard lying there, blood slowly draining from his mouth. Turning towards the other bodyguard you saw him fall to his knees, his eyes wide, Chanyeol standing behind him with a knife tainted in their blood.

You stared at him in disbelief as if he wasn’t real. He threw the knife down, walking towards you cautiously with his hands up as if dealing with a scared animal. “I always did have impeccable timing” he mused nervously.

“What are you doing?” your voice came out, barely audible. You wrapped your arms around yourself instinctively.

“I’m here to save the damsel in distress.” he smiled softly. You felt your insides turn to mush, after everything his smile alone was enough to make you feel safe again. Your happiness quickly turned to anger remembering what he had done. You took one swift step, slapping him.

“I don’t need you.” you managed to force out. He ignored your harsh words, pushing your back to the wall, cupping your face with both of his hands. You saw the beads of tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“But I need you. I’m sorry.” he choked out. “I made a decision and I’m paying for it. He said he would have-”

“Killed me.” you cut him off. “I know, that seems to be his go-to threat.” you felt the corner of your mouth pull into a small smile, thinking of how one person could be so low.

“He would have done more than that..” he trailed off as if trying to erase the memory of the threat. “What matters now is that I’m going to get you out of here and spend my life making it up to you. I’m too greedy to let you walk away.” He brushed his thumb under your eyes, the dark circles must have been worse than you thought. You saw every twinge of guilt in Chanyeol’s eyes and believed him. You smiled at him ruffling his hair, kissing his palm. He pulled your face to his, gently kissing you lips, his gentleness turning to neediness.

“Well isn’t this touching?” Sehun leaned against the doorframe, holding a towel wrapped in ice to where you slammed his face into the wall. A large bruise was already forming and you imagined he wasn’t too happy with you right now. Chanyeol stepped in front of you, nuding you to stay behind him.

“Run.” Chanyeol whispered. “Go. Now.” his eyes remained on Sehun. You didn’t want to leave Chanyeol, you knew he just wanted you to be safe, but you wanted him to be safe as well. You were a team now.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Sehun smiled, removing the swaddled ice from the side of his face. “Do you think I wasn’t prepared for this? Sometimes I wonder if you really know me at all.” he mused. He motioned for us to come back into the studio, like a host inviting guests.

But we knew, it was a predator inviting his prey into his domain.

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You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic……

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garageglamourpuss:

You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic……

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You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic……

 You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic under your skirt as he pulled your panties down your legs. 

When the lacy fabric hit your knees, you slipped your fingers over his and whispered, “Here, let me.” You twisted from one knee to another, with a hand gripping Chanyeol’s shoulder for balance. A flick of your wrist, and the scrap of lace landed somewhere near his feet. 

He watched the whole show, and his grin glowed in the sliver of light that streaked in from outside. “You’re twisty. I feel like I just watched a magic trick!” His laugh hit you low in your body, matched by the slide of his fingers over your now-bare folds. 

“Yoga,” you replied before pressing a quick, smacking kiss against his lips. Your fingers strayed down to his belt, his waistband, and the glorious hardness underneath. “And for my next trick…”

The rest happened in a rush of sensation. One second you were achingly empty; the next, Chanyeol filled you with his cock. You moaned as you sank down onto him, and your shaking fingers dug into his shirt for balance.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?” Again, his voice felt like another caress, and in response, your muscles pulsed around him almost without thought. 

“Fuck,” Chanyeol gasped and bucked his hips underneath you. “I’ll take that as a yes." 

"Just keep talking, Yeol. Keep talking to me while you fuck me.” It was all you could manage as you worked your hips over him. 

And he did. He kept up a steady, low chorus of, Yes, baby, or, Oh, yeah, that’s good, or many other gasped phrases that kept you moving against him. 

Soon, though, you noticed another sound catching your attention. This didn’t match the rhythm of bodies moving together, panting breaths, or low exclamations and encouragement. What was it? If you paid a bit closer attention, maybe you could figure it ou–

Your eyes snapped open to an annoying radio jingle and pale sunlight streaming into your bedroom window. Instant realization had you sitting up in bed. A dream? That whole thing had been a dream?! (Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?)

You didn’t know what to make of this. (Baby.) “What the fuck, brain,” you sighed and rolled to turn off your alarm. The music had been disruptive, but you knew that it wasn’t going to erase Chanyeol’s voice from your mind. It really had sounded like he’d been whispering dirty things in your ear. 

This was going to stay with you for a while. (Mmm, baby…) For now, though, you had to get your ass out of bed and take the longest and possibly coldest shower of your life before getting ready for class.

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 5039 words

Warning: None!

New to the series? Start your adventure here:Prologue (Don’t skip it, it contains info you’ll need in a small part of this chapter)
The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.

Part 3

The light that shone through the open windows, brightened the whitely painted parquet floor and wheat brown walls of Chanyeol’s bedroom. Whereas last night, the artificial lightening from his simple pendant Scandinavian ceiling light gave the feel of a cosy bedroom, the atmosphere in the room was now more heavenly. The sound of whistling birds filled the room and small details such as the tree stump nightstands, his carefully located acoustic guitar and the present house plants even made one overlook the small mess on his desk.

Chanyeol felt very comfortable. Despite his legs being tangled up with (y/n)’s under the sheets, the feeling of his arms holding her close and her perfume, now perfected in his presence, satisfied his inner wolf immensely and he wanted time to stop so he could stay like that forever.

He opened his eyes, curious to (y/n)’s sleeping figure. As her head was nestled snugly in his neck, he carefully tried to lower himself without waking her to be at eye-height with her.

He had never studied someone’s aspects up close with that much interest. She had spider’s-leg, succubus-black eyelashes that fluttered over her grape shaped eyes, sliver-of-moon eyebrows, a pert nose and velvety soft lips that made him want to kiss her. As he studied her, he could not withhold the urge to touch her. Gently, he removed his palm from her waist and combed her hair behind her seashell-shaped ears, stroking the same smooth skin several times with feather light pressure.

It was nice, being sane around her without having to take any wolfsbane-oil. Last night calmed him down, and he knew he was safe for at least the rest of the day, safe for the last day of mating season. He was in love; In love with her peacefully sleeping figure, in love with the individual that was her. He gently placed the palm of his hand on her waist again, hoping she’d continue to sleep for another while.

Now is not the time to revel in her presence, Chanyeol thought. Last night had been a reckless move on his part, a move to which he now had to figure a solution should he not want either of them to suffer the consequences. The first sexual intercourse with one’s mate, the first mating, strengthened the link between mates and absence sickness became a real threat. Chanyeol had to find a way to keep her close from now on.

I’m in love with you. Is that how you say it? He wondered. He imagined himself softly whispering it in her ear as she woke up, but figured it was too straightforward to use it as a morning-greeting. He thought of different scenarios in which he would greet her good morning, but a large variety of possible answers from her part came to mind; Good morning, Hey, Oh shit I’ve got to go, Oh my god what did I do, Hey there handsome, … It was fascinating how he could come up with such a range of possibilities that even included some that didn’t seem realistic; You raped me, You took my precious flower asshole, I hope your parents don’t mind me being your student, Who are you, What have you done to me, Get out, I hope I’m pregnant, …

He had to confess to her. Today. Or at the very least, get her to go out with him regularly. It was only now, that he was able to understand how all the girls that had confessed to him back in the past, must have felt even when he rejected them gently. You can’t reject someone without breaking a heart. He thought about how (y/n) could remind him that he was her lecturer, and how he would answer her. He would stop being a lecturer for her and tell his thesis to go to hell.

Another ten minutes of deep thinking further, he was starting to lose faith. He needed help. He cautiously untangled his limbs from (y/n)’s and got up from the bed, looking down as he felt that he was standing on fabrics that weren’t his. He was standing on her clothes. Apparently they didn’t get as far as he had believed them to go. He made no sound as he put on new boxers, black sweats and a grey tank top, stealing some glances back at (y/n) from time to time, until he left the room.

“Noona”, he called for his older sister, standing in the hallway in front of her door and he knocked a few times. As expected, she was awake and opened the door cheerfully, being a morning-person.

“Good morning. Come on in”, she said and she immediately turned around towards her desk to pick up the second earring that paired with the one she was putting in as she navigated through her room.

“You have to leave for work?” Chanyeol asked. His sister was a news anchor at CBS, and he never knew her schedule. Sometimes she worked on weekends as well.

“No, I’m going out with Tae Song this afternoon and I thought it’d be easier to get ready since I was in my morning routine anyways”, she explained, plugging in the other earring and turning around to face Chanyeol again. “You remember? Tae Song? The cute guy that now works as our director of photography?”.

“Why do that?” Chanyeol questioned, leaning against the doorframe. “You know he’s not your mate. Why waste time on him?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Because it is becoming really embarrassing at my age to not have dated”, she exclaimed. “Talking about mates”, she changed the subject and grasped her hair brush from her desk, “There’s a female in your room, I can smell it. The boys told me you met (y/n) at the festival last night. I guess she slept in?” She brushed through her hair for the fifth time that morning and checked with her hands whether it was still soft enough.

“Yeah about that”, Chanyeol closed the door behind him and walked inside. “We had sex”.

“You what?” His older sister immediately stopped in her tracks and eyed Chanyeol as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his entire life.

“I know”, Chanyeol sighed and walked over to her bed, seating himself on the edge with his head down.

“That was tremendously irresponsible of you”, his sister pointed out, following him with her eyes.

“I know”. The poor male raised his feet onto the bed, leaning his chin on his knees and holding onto his legs.

“Chanyeol, your bodies have gotten to know each other. They’ll want to be close to each other and if you don’t obey, you’ll get absence sickness. Seeing each other in lectures and recitations is not going to cut it anymore. Your body is going to retaliate”.

“I know”.

“Stop saying that you know. If you know then why did you do it?”

“I couldn’t help myself”, Chanyeol defended himself. He thought back of last night, how he was already struggling to stay gentle with (y/n). He remembered how he managed to keep his actions in check using a lot of willpower but glitched once, when he asked her if she was ready for the real deal. That sounded way out of place. Luckily, he had managed to redeem himself.

“Pabo! You know you have to be patient with human mates, take it slow".

“I’ve known her for three weeks already. Sehun and his mate-”

“They saw each other every day for two weeks. They dated for two weeks since the moment they met. Two weeks. That’s fourteen dates. How many did you have?” his older sister asked and she witnessed Chanyeol burying his head in his knees. “Right. I thought so”.

“What do I do?”. It was barely impossible to hear him, the sound muffled by the position he was in.

“We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry”, his Noona plopped down next to him and caressed his back. Chanyeol had been blessed with an older sister like her. She was always there for him. She would scold him, but then she would do everything she could to help him. “So… Let me get this straight. You two had sex. She’s now in your room. Did she mention anything to you about loving you or liking you? Is she still sleeping or have you two spoken already?”

“She’s still sleeping. Neither of us confessed anything last night”, Chanyeol summarized the facts.

“Ok…” His sister nodded. “Let me think” and she got up to pace around the room whilst Chanyeol raised his head towards her, feeling hopeless. “If I were her…” She thought. “Hmmm… Ah!”

“What?”

“I know!” She exclaimed. “What we’re going to do is… We’re going to make her feel at home and make sure she feels she’s welcome here despite being your student. That’s very important. And you, you’re going to tell her you like her”

“Ya! I could’ve come up with such a plan myself. Telling her I like her isn’t easy”, Chanyeol got up, slightly irritated. “Do you know how hard it is to mentally prepare yourself for the thousand ways she can reject me? I’m too nervous to do this. Besides, I don’t even know if I can get myself to say those words”.

“That’s why girls write love letters”.

“I’m not a girl, I’m not writing a love letter and perfuming it with roses”, Chanyeol crossed his arms stubborn.

“Then find another way”, his sister urged him. “Think, Chanyeol. You’re aiming for a PhD; how hard can it be to use your brains for something else than Neuroscience?”

Chanyeol kept pacing around his sister’s room. With his guitar, he had been working on a song for (y/n) in his free time, but the song wasn’t finished yet and he did not trust he could sing clearly without a twenty-minute warm-up. He first wanted to perfect it before singing it to her.

It felt like the Gods were helping him when his eyes caught sight of a small object on his sister’s desk. It was the perfect plan. “Hey, do you mind if I lend your voice recorder?”

Chanyeol snuck into his room again, holding onto some clothes he had lend from his older sister. He tip-toed towards the bathroom that was shared between his and Kyungsoo’s room and left them there, suddenly hearing (y/n)’s cries.

“Dad”, he heard her twist and turn her head in the bed and he ran towards her, finding her having a nightmare. She was pinching her closed eyes and sweat began to appear on her forehead.

Chanyeol climbed on to the bed and held her hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand to soothe her. It worked miraculously. After a few seconds, (y/n)’s complexion relaxed and she smiled in her sleep. Soon after, she opened her eyes.

“I – uh. Sorry. You were having a bad dream”, Chanyeol quickly let go of (y/n)’s hand and pushed himself back as to not seem like he invaded her private space.

“No, thank you. It helped”, (y/n) pushed herself up against the headboard, her palms flat on the matrass.

“You were calling for your dad. Had a dream about him?”, Chanyeol was worried. She had been sleeping peacefully until he had left her.

“When I get nightmares I always call for my dad. It’s a habit. Whenever I’m scared or nervous I always call for him in my mind… but he never shows. My dad raised me, but left when I was twelve. My parents weren’t on the same page when it came to parenting. They’re opposites. My dad was always there for me and he was sweet and kind and loving, while my mom is very strict with a large variety of rules and she prefers for me to suffer so I can become a strong and independent woman. She’s the one who made my dad leave.”

“I’m sorry”, Chanyeol felt sorry for her, but somewhere he was happy that she shared that with him. They were getting closer.

“It’s not your fault. He sends me letters. And gifts”, (y/n) smiled. “Every birthday, every important event in my life such as high school graduation, start of college. He doesn’t even miss Christmas. Last year he got me-”, she stopped midsentence and scratched the back of her head. “Wow, I’m not sure what’s with me today. I never told anybody about any of this” and let her head drop, only to discover she was still naked and her boobs were out in the open for Chanyeol to watch. “Oh my god and especially not naked”, she grabbed the sheets and pulled it over her, her head included.

“I swear I wasn’t watching”, Chanyeol laughed. He hadn’t even given them attention; he had been too focused on what she was saying for him to notice that they were on display. “I left some of my sister’s clothes in the bathroom. You can take a shower and change there”. He rubbed his hand on the blob in the sheets, knowing her head was there. “I’ll get you some water in the meanwhile. Your body has slept for an entire night and needs to hydrate”, he smiled at her shyly hidden posture under the sheets and got off the bed, leaving the room. Nevertheless, he turned around once more to catch a glimpse of her cuteness.

“I’m here”, Chanyeol’s sister walked in to the bedroom, her hands stuffed with several facial products.

“She just got out of the shower”, Chanyeol said, putting his guitar down. He had been trying to practice a little but was distracted by the scent of (y/n). She had used his male shower gel and it was a surprisingly attractive combination with her fragrance.

“Ah, perfect. I got Suho to help you out with that one thing, so don’t worry about that”, his sister walked towards the bathroom door.

“Noona”, Chanyeol called after her, wanting to say something but decided to hold his tongue.

“Don’t worry. I can sell the news, sure I can sell my little brother too”, she winked and knocked on the bathroom door. “(y/n)”, she called. “I’m Park Yoora. Chanyeol’s older sister. Mind if I come in?”

“Make-up remover, thought you might need it”, Yoora shook the bottle as she opened the door to the bathroom and witnessed (y/n) trying to clean her face with whatever she found in the bathroom that was used solely by males.

“You’re an angel”, (y/n) said and bowed to introduce herself. “I’m Jang (y/n)”. Yoora slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, but that didn’t mean Chanyeol couldn’t hear their conversation anymore. “You’re the news anchor?”

“Yes. That’s me. Look, I’ve got you completely covered. I’ve brought makeup removal, facial cleansing oil or, should you have oily skin, I also have milk based cleanser, tonic, essence, moisturizer”, Chanyeol heard all the bottles being thrown in the sink. So that’s how she was going to make (y/n) feel at home. “Overkill for your usual routine?”

“Only slightly. I don’t use essences or ampoules or masks or serums”.

“You wouldn’t say? From what I can see you have perfect skin. Can I touch it? Oooh it’s soft. Blessed with good skin and good features. You could pose as a siren”, Chanyeol bit his tongue in horror and shook the moment he heard the word Siren. Why wasn’t his sister cautious with her words?

“Pose as a what?”

“Ah nothing. I just meant… In Greek mythology you’ve got these women who looked very attractive and could sing and they lured sailors over and then ate them… Sirens. Man-eaters… You look like you could get any guy… In my head it sounded a lot less offensive, sorry”. Truth to be told, Sirens were a real thing. There were very few of them, maybe ten alive at the same time. Sirens, like witches, were part of nature and some were born without having magical parents. Unlike witches however, Sirens usually ate their men before they could get to the actual deed of procreation, which explained why there weren’t so many of them. None of them had sexual intercourse.

In the real world, Siren’s didn’t eat sailors but young males to keep their beauty and their psychological powers. They could compel anyone. They were masters of the mind and were considered amongst the most dangerous of creatures. They could adapt anyone’s memories, make people forget things, make people do things against their will, they could control anyone. To his luck, Chanyeol had never encountered one before and his mate couldn’t be one of them, or he’d be dead by now.

“It’s ok. I get where you were coming from, but a little farfetched”, (y/n) replied. Chanyeol let out a sigh, his sister managed to save the situation.

“You know… my brother usually doesn’t bring girls home. I know you’re one of his students but considering your ages I can understand that things turn out differently than what seems right. If my brother brought you here, I believe he thinks you’re special and if that’s the case, I need you to know that nobody here will judge either of you, no matter what you decide to do”.

“News travels fast, doesn’t it?”

“As a news anchor I can only confirm that”.

His sister had only left a few minutes ago and Chanyeol was patiently waiting for (y/n) to come out of the bathroom, sitting on his bed. He looked up as he heard her touch the doorknob to come out.

“Hey”, Chanyeol held up (y/n)’s red high heels. “I’ve got your red heels…”, he imagined how those would match the classic outfit Yoora composed of a light blue jeans and a white shirt. He looked up at her, trying to project the image onto her and out of his own will, traced the lines of her necklace that disappeared into her cleavage. That goddamn necklace. Just remembering its blackness already made him shudder.

“High heels in the morning, I prefer not”, (y/n) shook her head as she smiled. “I want to walk around flat for a while”.

“Of course. Do you need me to ask my sister-”

“I’m fine. I like walking around bare-footed. Even outside. My mom tells me to wear high heels the entire time, so I like walking around without them. I always do it when she’s not watching”. Chanyeol felt rejected, but nodded. “Would you know what the fastest way to the city is? I’ve slept in late and I’ve got one of those big Sunday family lunch dinners to attend to”. Every time (y/n) said she had to leave or wanted to leave, it left a cut on Chanyeol’s heart. He wanted her to stay with him and not leave anymore.

“I can drive you. It’s Sunday so there aren’t much busses to the city. Two today, I think”, he suggested instead.

(y/n) was waiting outside while Chanyeol was watching her from a window in the grand hallway of the Main mansion. He had told her he forgot his car keys and would go grab them, but he was planning something else. He had already send Suho a text to inform him of (y/n)’s location and that he was waiting for action.

This was the only way he could do it. He was too scared to say it out loud in front of her. Despite his looks, Chanyeol was a very sensitive person and worried too much, especially when he had to overcome the problems he had caused himself from being too impulsive.

There she was. Chanyeol saw a little girl, one of his wolf-pack, arriving with three balloons. There was one green, one yellow and one red balloon. She walked steady towards (y/n) and called for her once she was almost there.

“Unnie”. (y/n) looked at the little girl and squatted through her legs to make it easier for her.

“Hey there, little girl. Some beautiful balloons you’ve got there”, she beamed as she glanced at them.

“They told me to give them to you”.

“To me?!” (y/n) pointed at herself, her mouth slightly agape out of surprise.

“Together with this”. In her small hands, the girl had a small device that looked like an old mp3 player. A chord of in-ear earbuds was wrapped around it. “They said to press play”.

“They? Who are they?” (y/n) asked but the girl had vowed not to say anything. Once (y/n) grabbed hold of the device and the balloons, the girl turned around and ran away on her cute pink sandals. She had done her job.

(y/n) stood up and unwrapped the in-ear earbuds cord from the device, which revealed to be a voice recorder, and placed them in her ears, looking at the balloons briefly before pressing the play button.

(y/n)

He did not have to introduce himself. His voice stuck out really well and he knew she recognized his voice by seeing her so pleased.

Before I take you home, I have one small mission for you. In your hand you have three balloons. A green one, a yellow one and a red one. I’m going to tell you something and ask you a question. Then you will respond to me by letting go of the balloon that pairs with the answer of your choice. Red stands for No. Yellow stands for Maybe and Green stands for Yes.

You might call me crazy but I’m going to say it anyways. I like you. From the first lecture when you sat in my lecture hall, I have not been able to keep my eyes off of you. You have the most beautiful smile, you’re very sweet and kind. By the few I have seen from you, I can tell you have a good heart.

I have wanted to approach you since day one. If it hadn’t been because I am your lecturer I would’ve been blunter and sat down for a chat with you, asked you out, dated you, but I had always been too scared because it’s not done that a lecturer dates his student. So I took a distance.

Last night when I saw you at that festival, you can’t imagine how ecstatic I was, seeing you out of the university. I could not withhold myself, I had to talk to you. I swear, I didn’t plan on what happened last night, but it got me to believe that this thing, this thing that feels so right but what we’ve been taught is wrong, is a mutual feeling. You make my heart go badum badum badum. Being around you makes me really happy. I want to make you feel the same. I want you to be the happiest girl on earth. I want to be given the chance to lift you on cloud nine, because I am convinced that, regardless we still have to learn a lot about each other, that I can definitely bring you there.

So, what I would like to ask you. Will you be my girlfriend?

If nerves could kill, Chanyeol would’ve died by now. He could even hear his own recording and he knew it had finished. Which balloon was she going to let go?

(y/n) looked up at the balloons once again before fiddling in her purse to find a pen and a small notepad. She sank through her knees, using them to stable the notepad on it this time so she could write. This made Chanyeol even more nervous. How hard could it be to just let go of one?

And if he thought that was the most stressed one person could be, he had not anticipated seeing Buttercup on the scene.

“No no no no no. Not now. Please not now”, Chanyeol could see Buttercup holding a needle in her tiny hands to pop the balloons. “Throw a bucket of paint over my car instead but don’t do this, please”, he was begging, his hands clustered in his hair.

As if on cue to Chanyeol’s words, (y/n) turned her head around towards Buttercup who was nearing the green balloon. Of course she was going to pop the green one.

Chanyeol witnessed (y/n) watching in the direction of Buttercup, who was now so close to (y/n) and hidden behind her that he couldn’t even see the pixie anymore. What was happening? He had no idea but after ten seconds, (y/n) casually turned her head back to her notepad and continued writing whilst Buttercup was nowhere to be spotted. His Yes balloon was safe.

With her pen, (y/n) made a hole in the paper that she ripped off the notebook and fastened it onto the green balloon. She then stared only at that one and her lips finally lifted into a smile as she let go of it, tracing it with her eyes as the balloon carried her message into the sky.

“Found your car keys?”, (y/n) asked when Chanyeol came outside, walking down the porch.

“Better. Found myself a girlfriend”, he replied with a smirk.

“Oh? Who’s the lucky girl?” (y/n) grinned as she asked and Chanyeol went along.

“Some pabo that always called me Professor Park until last night. I really liked it when she used my first name”.

“I should try that, Assistant Professor Park”

“Oh so now you’re finally getting it right?” Chanyeol gave her a kiss on her forehead and then looked up at the two other balloons she was still holding on to.

“I’m just kidding. I’ll call you Chanyeol from now on, unless we’re in class”.

“Say that again”, he asked almost seriously.

“I’ll call-”

“No no. My name. My name”.

“Chanyeol”, she said in the sweetest voice she could. It was almost silly how much Chanyeol liked it.

“Good. You wrote something down on paper? A message for me I’ll never get?” he asked. He had no idea where that balloon would land. If he had known before, he would’ve asked one of the pack’s witches to use a spell on it.

“Nothing important. Just that your perfect ears and neck belong to me now”, she chuckled.

“My ears and neck?”, Chanyeol cracked.

“Don’t laugh, they really are outstanding features of you I really like”.

“Go easy on them, they have a lot of sensitive spots”.

“I promise!” she stuck out her hand flat like a girl’s scout. “Hey, just one thing. Why do I have to let go of the option I choose for? It doesn’t make sense that I let that one float away and hold onto the others. I should hold onto the one of my choosing. It’s not logical”

“Are you questioning me and my creative ideas?” Chanyeol raised an eyebrow at her but kept smiling. “You’re still holding onto the other ones because the choice that you’ve made is not an obligation. You hold those as a sign that you are aware that anytime, should you change your mind, you can still tell me No or Maybe. This should be something we both want”.

“I never looked at it this way”.

“Let’s get you home before you’re too late for lunch”.

As he got onto the highway towards the city’s centre, Chanyeol grasped hold of (y/n)’s hand. These were the little things he had always dreamed of doing with his mate. Holding hands whilst he drove was somewhere on top of that list. Her little palm fit perfectly in his large one. He was already dreaming about how, starting the same evening, he’d learn the pleasure of never-ending phone calls and texting now that he had entered his own number in her smartphone under the contact name Assistant Boyfriend Park.

They talked about a wide variety of subjects, including how Chanyeol’s mom and dad owned a pasta restaurant and a bar in the city respectively, covering the reasons they both went into neuroscience, which was the same fascination for the subject. (y/n) also elaborated on her dad that she talked about earlier that morning and before they knew it, they had arrived at their destination.

“I have five minutes left to get up there”, (y/n) pointed at the big hotel building, at one of the top floors. She had requested he drove her to the lunch venue, otherwise she was going to be late. “Important dinner it is, if it’s held in this hotel”, Chanyeol eyed the building and identified it as one of the most expensive hotels from the area.

“Yeah”, she put on her red heels.

“Text me when you’re home”, Chanyeol asked and (y/n) nodded.

“I will. You drive carefully”.

“Did I not drive carefully?”

“You did. But you had a girl with you. You pulled up suspiciously quick for someone who drives exactly the speed limit”, she beamed.

“I got caught, didn’t I?”

“You did”, (y/n) leaned in to Chanyeol and held her arm around his waist and so did Chanyeol, both of them puckering their lips onto each other, above the gear stick. Unlike the night before, their kiss was carefree loving and sweet. They both knew the other liked them, so they didn’t withhold their lips to tell the same.

Chanyeol immediately missed her when she got out of the car and disappeared into the hotel lobby. This was something he was never going to be able to fix. Missing her when she wasn’t with him. Having asked her to be his girlfriend, he could see her more often and avoid either of them having absence sickness. But it was still there, and it was a real threat.

“Kyungsoo-ah”, Chanyeol called for him in his car.

“Hyung”.

“I’ve seen three of them again, when I drove out of town”, Chanyeol pulled up and left back home. There was still a witch tomb to be cleaned today.

“The board is already investigating”, Kyungsoo assured him.

“It’s been five weeks now. They have been around our town for five weeks. What’s taking them so long? Why aren’t we informed?”

“Have you tried asking your parents? They’re on the board too”.

“Didn’t get the opportunity to. I’ll see if I can pay my home a visit tonight”

“Keep me up to date”.

“I will”.

->Part 4

Author’s note: 40 minutes later than I promised + not my best writing. It has been a horrible week at work and I was too stressed out to even start writing when I came home from work.

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 2025 words

Warning: This smut is part of a series. The build-up for this smut you can find in part 2 of Renegade. You can read it skipping the story, but then you might be missing out on some context.

Want to read the entire series? Start your adventure here:Prologue
The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.

Part 2b

- I changed POV only for this part, since I thought it to be more enjoyable like this.-

“I want this”. You held on to him and his T-shirt for dear life, trying to support yourself as you stood on your tippy-toes trembling from excitement, when Chanyeol suddenly caressed his hands from your back over your butt cheeks to your thighs, squatting lightly so his warm hands could caress under your dress to lift you effortlessly and locked you onto his waist with his muscular biceps.

You mantled his neck with your arms as you felt his lips brush onto yours. It made you anticipate more of him, figuring that now he had obtained your approval, he was going to take his time to enjoy every inch of you.

“Call me by my name”, he whispered into your ear and you gladly fulfilled his wish.

“Chanyeol”, you said softly, earning you feather-light kisses in your neck. You could sense his smile on his kisses, happy that for the first time, you called him by his first name. You gently caressed your fingers behind his ear, as if to stroke a strand behind them and then moved your fingertips to massage softly the back of his neck, barely touching him. The relaxing feeling you were giving him, caused him to stop what he was doing and just admire you.

“How did I earn someone like you?” He asked. You had dreamed about a moment like this before, only that now you were in Chanyeol’s arms, your dreams could not compare to the reality. His scent, his softness, and the beauty that was the man that held you up so lightly. You were unable to take your eyes off of his.

He let go of one of your thighs, nevertheless you still felt securely locked around him and he used his free hand to comb through your hair. “You’re so beautiful”.

Carefully, he walked forward to bend one knee onto the bed, laying you down and allowing himself to hover over you, nesting his legs between yours. The palms of your hands that were muffled in the sleeves of his giant sweater pulled gently onto his neck, attempting to bring him closer.

“You should’ve never loaned my clothes like that”, he smirked. You were well aware that one purple sweater was the cause of him not being able to let go of you. “This has got to go”, he pulled onto the hem of the sweater and you complied easily, pushing yourself closer to Chanyeol off the matrass so he could lift it over your head and throw it onto the ground next to the bed.

“I was getting cold”, you defended yourself playfully, challenging him to warm you up. You dug your hands under his T-shirt, touching his warm back. Chanyeol let out a small groan from how your cold hands felt on his warm back. You let out a chuckle from his reaction, smoothing your hands up and down his back.

“Warmed up?”, Chanyeol smiled as he felt the coldness from your hands gradually disappear.

“Very”, you puckered your lips, lingering for his and he took notice of it instantly, clasping his with yours. You couldn’t get enough of him, of his kisses, of his warmth. With your fingertips, you began fiddling onto his shirt, trying to pull it off of him but you couldn’t get his shirt that far without his help. “Help me”, you pouted.

Chanyeol stole one last kiss before he pulled away, seating him on his ankles between your legs. You followed him with your eyes as he plucked the fabric of his shoulders persuasively, revealing his statuesque trained abs and chest. You eyed him lasciviously, seating up to touch him and admire his body. Running your hands over his chest first, you perceived his pecs slightly rounded and contouring perfectly with your shallow palms. You lead your fingers down to the somewhat bumpy region of his abs, running them down haltingly, stopping at each groove to treasure the feeling and view of his immaculate body.

“Like what you’re seeing?” He asked and your breath hitched. You shyly looked down, but with your eyes you kept stealing glances of his torso. He lifted your chin with his fingers, compelling you to look him in the eyes. “I’m glad you like it”, he said and leaned in to kiss you passionately, one of his hands cupping your cheek. He then trailed his hand down your neck to the back, untying the laces that held your dress at your neck and pulling them softly.

Your cherry-painted dress had found its way to the floor quickly just like the rest of Chanyeol’s clothing, his boxers excluded. He latched his lips on your neck, leaving unrushed pecks and nips all over your skin as he slowly trailed down to your strapless bra which was a heavenly combination of antique gold Leavers lace onto a blush pink silk satin.

Chanyeol had his hands roaming over your body, from your back to your navel, travelling upwards around your sides, ducking under your arms to reach your shoulder blades. He then moved down, trying to undo your bra. After a few attempts, he figured it wasn’t going to be that easy and you let out a chuckle, seeing him struggle.

“Sorry”, he let out a whisper, apologizing for his lack of experience and he leaned his head over your shoulder so he could see what he was doing. You took hold of the opportunity from one of his lovable earlobes being so close to you, that you softly took his lobule in between your teeth, nipping at it mildly as he managed to unclasp your bra.

“You’re doing more than fine”, you encouraged him successfully and he threw your bra out of bed. You wanted to keep smothering him with kisses but one could only win that fight as Chanyeol nuzzled his kisses in between your breasts, gently pushing you down onto the matrass.

When you felt his large hand kneading one of your breast, you caught hold onto his shadowy strands, moans escaping your mouth periodically in sync with his actions. His free hand then held on dearly to your free one, your pinches guiding him.

You let go of him and his strands completely, allowing him to ghost down your body in kisses until he reached your thighs. He left measured pecks against your inner-thighs whilst his hands aimed for those cute blush rose ribbons at the sides of your panties, unwrapping them simultaneously by pulling the silks outward.

With his fingertips, he softly pulled the fabric of your panties towards him, revealing the heart of your femininity. He groaned audibly once he turned his head from where he was kissing your inner-thighs towards your essence, licking his lips eagerly. The moment his lips touched your clit, you gasped for air loudly, followed by a moan as you felt him nipping the sensitive junction of your thighs with his lips.

“Fuck you taste so good”, he groaned and continued on, stealing small licks in between his kisses in all spots.

“Don’t stop!”, you screamed and he obliged, repeating the action several times for you to reach that apex and let out loud moans. As if he didn’t think you were enjoying him enough, he inserted two of his fingers into your core, thrusting at a steady pace.

“Fuck, Chanyeol!” You screamed blaringly and he smiled approvingly on how he had gotten you so far as to curse on him.

“You want to cum, baby?” He asked and you groaned loudly, begging for him to do so.

“Yes! Please!” you pleaded, and with a few more thrusts and licks he got you over the edge.

“FUCK!” You screamed and your hands clenched onto the sheets. “Chanyeol”. You cried out his name as you reached your climax and you could not even feel the strength you were fisting onto the sheets. Chanyeol made use of the extreme sensitivity to turn you into a moaning and cursing mess, kissing and thrusting out your high fiercely.

“Ready for the real deal?” he smirked when you began to come down from your high. He got up from the bed to watch you catch your breath in between the after-shocks of your orgasm and got rid of his boxers, stomping them out. Your mind still drifted off to how amazing your orgasm was, that you didn’t even catch him undressing himself.

Chanyeol crawled onto the bed again, floating over you and you soon felt his groin hovering over your entrance.

“You’ve been a really good girl”, he said and kissed you passionately, your arms throwing themselves around his warm bare back so he couldn’t escape. As Chanyeol began straddling his manhood onto you in between the heated kisses, you pulled your knees towards you, using your feet that slid up his legs, to give him better access.

“Someone’s eager”, he lead your arms above your head and pinned you onto the bed by your wrists. “Stay there”, he whispered into your ear and let go of one wrist to line himself up. You could feel the tip of his bulge push against you, in search for your hole. You could not believe how you still wanted him in you so badly after having had an orgasm like that. He was driving you mad.

You took in a deep breath as he entered you slowly. He let out a soft groan as he thrusted into you. He thrusted slowly a few times so you could adapt to the feeling of him filling you up completely.

When he felt he had found a steady rhythm, his hand met your wrist again and he caressed both his palms to yours, intertwining with your fingers. He began planting sloppy and breathy kisses onto your neck as he thrusted into you, taking pleasure in your soft moans that he could hear clearly, now that he was so close to you.

He gradually picked up the pace, the sound of skin hitting skin becoming more apparent and your moans becoming more audible. You tried to kiss Chanyeol but you couldn’t give him more than a peck because of your unsteady breathing.

“Fuck”, Chanyeol cursed and he was hitting all the right spots that he had discovered through your moans. “Oh my god. (y/n). You have no idea how good you feel”.

He was using a lot of force, pumping into you at a steady pace and he could feel the contracting of your walls becoming sharper, squeezing him towards his own rapture. It didn’t take him another three thrusts before you were the first to cry out, encouraging him to ride you out for his own orgasm.

Your entire body was shaking and you were tossing your head on the cushion, moaning loudly. You didn’t even get the time to recover from one of his thrusts before he thrusted into you again, your second climax making you even more sensitive than the first one.

“Fuck baby”, Chanyeol cursed once again and your walls had rigged him so hard, he was able to find his own release. “God, (y/n)”, he groaned and kept thrusting out his own orgasm, arching his own back.

When you both had come down from your high, he allowed himself to drop to the matrass next to you.  You were about to tell him how amazing he was when you were both dumbfounded by the sounds of the festival’s fireworks. Simultaneously, you both turned your heads to face the window and witnessed the lightning art colour the sky.

“Impeccable timing”, you said and Chanyeol swore he heard Baekhyun yell his congrats. In shock, Chanyeol’s eyes searched for the alarm clock on his nightstand and read the fireworks were seven minutes late. He was about to loudly curse Baekhyun for listening in with his wolf-abilities on his first time when you sweetly puckered your lips onto his cheek, holding him down from the anger you weren’t even aware of.

“You were amazing”, you pulled him into your arms and kissed him lovingly. You had fallen for him, hard. From the first lecture till now, you were certain you couldn’t steer clear from him anymore.

->Part 3

Author’s note: I tried lol. Give me advise on this though, I am not good at writing smut, I am way too descriptive sometimes and this actually caused the original piece to turn into porn rather than smut. The original piece was 3500 words so I ain’t posting that.

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it. 

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 8912 words

Warning: Long read, Somewhat angsty, Dork! Chanyeol, five second sex scene that I have not written like I would write smut but more held-back, lots of things happening and after a while you won’t even be able to tell what the biggest problem is. I promise it’ll all make sense later on.

New to the series? Start your adventure here:Prologue(Don’t skip it, it contains info you’ll need later on.)
The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.

Part 4

Chanyeol leaned his bum onto the table top of the chestnut brown, wooden desk, allowing him to compromise some of his tallness and spread his legs spaciously for (y/n) to stand in between them. Owing to his long legs, his dress shoes remained settled on the floor, though the idea to wrap them around her legs had emerged from his cerebrum several times. As if holding her waist in his arms was not enough, he wanted to capture her prisoner of love and hold on to her like there was no tomorrow.

He acted as much out of desire for her as out of necessity. Since the day they had intensified their mate-bond, Chanyeol would wake up to minor headaches that disappeared by virtue of a few kisses, hugs and minutes of physical contact, shared with his girl.

He wished for things to be different, but for now he had to make do with sneaking around like teenagers at locations where (y/n) was not supposed to be; empty lecture-hall back offices having the amplest space were at the top of Chanyeol’s preferred list. He felt guilty for urging her to have rendezvous with him like these. Unfortunately, there weren’t many other options considering the dangers of abstinence.

(y/n) didn’t seem too bothered with the situation as he imagined her to be. Be it the back office of a lecture hall for an elaborate make-out session or the janitor’s closet for a quick kiss, she seemed genuinely happy to be with him. She had only complained once, stating she had become unable to focus on the course material during his lectures because he was too attractive in both his looks and voice.

Surreptitiously, Chanyeol had been trying to find a solution to that problem and was planning to put some of those solutions to the test on their next legitimate date. From the get-go, he resolutely reserved illegal college appointments for experiencing and showing his love. He held no wish to squander their limited time together in explaining the process by which information is transmitted from the presynaptic cell to the postsynaptic cell, which change occurs in the postsynaptic cell and whatnot. He just wanted to be close to her. As simple as that. As simple as (y/n) holding onto his white shirt with her small clenched hands, as simple as their kiss. Slow but passionate, contributing to a whole new level of intimacy. It made Chanyeol’s heart do things inexplicable; slow down and skip at the same time.

“Aren’t you a sneaky little thing?” He pulled away unhurried, the tip of his nose brushing over (y/n)’s. Chanyeol opened his eyes to find hers were still closed and smiled at the thought of her enjoying their kisses as much as he did.

“How so?” (y/n) asked, opening her eyes to drown into Chanyeol’s.

“You’ve been holding onto my shirt for less than five minutes and somehow you’ve managed to pull it out of my pants. Go on like that for an hour and I’ll be naked".

“Sorry!” (y/n) laughed and let her head fall in the crook of Chanyeol’s neck to hide her embarrassment, causing her grasp on his shirt to tighten haphazardly. When she noticed, she decided to draw them around his waist instead, capturing him between her arms.

“You’re too cute”, Chanyeol chuckled and gave her a kiss on the head. He rested his chin upon her hairs as he combed through them with his long fingers. “Hey, promise me you’ll stay the night tomorrow?” he whispered, maybe because he was aware those kind of requests were not what one would call taking things slow; it was barely the fifth day he could address her as his girlfriend. Then again, nothing in their relationship was normal. Lecturer-Student relationship, sex after a first non-official date. Rationally, he blamed everything on their magical bond but emotionally, he couldn’t help but blame it on his feelings for her that grew stronger by the minute.

(y/n) nodded silently, then nuzzled her head deeper into Chanyeol’s neck.

“Promise!” Chanyeol requested as he smiled broadly to her response. He had felt her nod but still wanted to hear her say it, just because it would spike his happiness.

(y/n) untangled herself from Chanyeol, staring deep into his eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck instead. “I swear on Charles Sherrington’s and Santiago Ramón y Cajal’s graves that I will find an indisputable excuse for when my mom hears me out on why my bed remained unslept on a Friday night”

“Swearing on the founding fathers of neuroscience’s graves. That’s a heavy promise”, Chanyeol said. “Now add the part where you’re going to spend that night with me, and swear it on Otto Loewi’s grave”, he demanded with a smirk.

“Who the hell is that?”, (y/n) burst into laughter, causing Chanyeol to laugh along with her as he explained.

“Module three point two. We saw it yesterday. Neuroscience and behaviour lecture. His frog experiment that won him the Nobel prize?” He remembered how he re-read the third module on Monday afternoon for teaching purposes and how the textbook mentioned the funny details on how Loewi awakened one night with the sudden idea, wrote it down on a note, went back to bed and then woke up unable to read his own note. The next night, Loewi woke up to the same idea and rushed to the laboratory instead.

“Sorry, I can’t recall”, (y/n) shook her head as she tried to regain composure from her laughter. Bad student, Chanyeol thought. You’re ought to read the modules before the lectures. Then again, back in his days he wasn’t any better so he held his tongue. “So Otto Lewis’s grave it is?”

“Otto Loewi”, Chanyeol articulated. “Not Lewis”.

“That’s what I said!”

“No, it’s not”, he shook his head, earning a pout from (y/n). “Fine, for once I’ll do with Otto Lewis, whoever he may have been. He better be worth a lot”, Chanyeol made a mental note to google that name later on.

“I solemnly swear on Otto Louis’s grave I will spend the entire night in your presence”. Chanyeol shook his head, hearing another wrong pronunciation of the name Loewi. She’s never going to get that right, he sighed to himself, and hoped she’d get it right in writing.

“Ah, we got a lot of work to do”, Chanyeol pulled her close to him again, wrapping her in a tight hug.

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There were many perks to a small town. Even more to a small town with mainly supernatural inhabitants that had impeccable hearing skills. The alpha’s long howl was audible for the entire pack throughout the town. As each family contained at least one wolf, information could be passed on quickly, allowing emergency gatherings to be organised last-minute.

It was to say the least unusual that they had requested all adults to gather in the barn. In fact, it was the first time this ever happened, as far as Chanyeol could recall. All non-adults were requested to gather in the Main mansion or to be brought there by their parents for babysit arranged just in the nick of time for the meeting, whilst the adults fidgeted to find a good spot beside their preferred groups of friends or family.

This was what a real pack looked like. Not small groups of ten or twenty people, but an entire legacy of people, most descendant from one same wolf that existed a thousand years ago. Taking into account not only the wolves but also all mates, be them wolves, witches or humans and large groups of lost pack-members killed at devastating battles throughout history, two hundred would be the more accurate number.

For a wolf pack, this was not an exceptionally large number. South Korea had three big wolf packs, according to Chanyeol’s knowledge, and one of them was rumoured to have at least double the amount of members. As for the biggest one known? Russia, apparently, rumoured to have a pack consisting out of no less than a thousand members.

There were also smaller wolf packs, but they were in the vast minority compared to the large ones. The only way to create a new pack is for one to become an omega and start a new pack from one’s offspring. Wolves, being herd animals, however, rarely left their pack, the only frequent recurring exception being when one found their mate in another pack. This would cause a non-wolf member of the pack to move to the wolf’s pack, and if both were wolves, the one with the smallest pack would move to the bigger pack.

To manage such large groups, most alpha’s opted for having their own advisory board or council, much like mundane politics. Every six years, adult members of Chanyeol’s pack could vote on who they preferred to be on the board, the only difference being that there was no political war nor contestants or advertisement to endorse people. People just chose who they deemed fit for the position. Last time, it had caused Chanyeol headaches, not knowing if he’d vote for his mom or his dad. Unable to make a decision, he ended up flipping a coin when he was in front of the ballot and to his luck, both his parents made it onto the board.

The lucky one, or maybe unfortunate one, - Chanyeol could never tell if it was a blessing-, to be the alpha of their enormous group? Joonmyeon’s father Kim Yongha. He had become their alpha after killing their previous one, a result of a policy which stated that alpha’s should be killed when they reach the age of eighty. Enough reasons not to sign up for becoming the next himself, Chanyeol thought as he tried to squirm himself through the huge amount of inhabitants with a can of beer at hand, looking for his friends. Thanks to his wolf abilities, he had found them quickly.

“We saved you a seat”, Jongin patted on the square straw bale next to him. As usual, it was the young adults that secured the spots to sit on. Chanyeol plopped down on the bale, taking another sip from his drink.

“You’re late. You were calling (y/n)?”. Minseok, who was sitting behind him on the straw bale, hovered his head between Jongin and Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“I’m not late. It hasn’t even started yet”.

“You’re avoiding the question. How is the absence sickness?” Minseok asked instead.

“Slight headaches in the morning but we’re making up for that tomorrow”, Chanyeol tried to stay cool about it. He wasn’t going to tell them how he would sneak (y/n) into places she was not supposed to be at, at College, for make-out sessions. His friends were well aware of their Lecture-Student relationship and providing them with such details would just feed their dirty imaginations. Chanyeol knew some of them could not help but think of their statuses as some sort of fetish in the bedroom.

“Oooooooh. Huge fireworks tomorrow night”, Jongin laughed and Chanyeol gave him a dead glare, remembering how he still had to kill Baekhyun for timing the festival’s fireworks to the minute he found ‘his release’. He turned to look behind him, finding Baekhyun playing a game of cards with Kyungsoo, then back in front of him to the wolf pack. Maybe now was not the right time to do so

“Your parents really didn’t tell you anything?” Minseok figured it’d be best to switch subjects.

“They didn’t”, Chanyeol shook his head, sipping from the can once more and looking in front of him to the huge crowd that had gathered.

“That’s curious. Your parents tell you everything”, Jongin pointed out.

“We don’t have a witch in the family to do privacy spells and with an entire town full of supernatural hearing wolves who could pass by our house and overhear everything, that can mean only one of two things. Either they’ve got no clue what’s going on, or something bad is happening”, Chanyeol said, assuming that if his parents withheld information from him, it’d be not to cause panic in the entire town.

“I guess we’re ought to find out now, aren’t we?” Minseok nodded. “This is what the meeting’s for, right?”

“I guess. I don’t see why else”, Jongin agreed.

From the looks of it, their group was not the only one who had been left guessing on what the fuzz was about. Many of the pack members seemed confused, turning the entire event in a bring-your-own-booze festivity. Some believed that this assembly meant exceptionally good news, reason enough to start the party early and drink away, whilst others suspected bad news, also reason enough to get a head start on the alcohol. Compared to others, Chanyeol conveyed the impression of a good boy with his plain beer.

Although it was not in Chanyeol’s hearing focus, he noticed immediately the sound of a candle that was blown out, hinting the board had finished their private pre-discussion. He was not the only one, as everyone suddenly fell silent and turned their heads into the direction of the board members that marched inside the barn, the alpha in their middle.

The board members spread to stand with their families, Chanyeol’s dad joining Yoora. His mom did not seem to be present. Maybe she’s on babysit-duty, Chanyeol thought. Their alpha, Joonmyeon’s dad, however, secured a place in the middle of the barn.

“May I have your attention please”, he broke the silence and raised his voice so that even non-wolf pack members could hear him clearly. Chanyeol could barely see Yongha as he did not stand on a platform or foundation to stick out from the crowd. “First of all, I’d like to express my extreme gratitude for everyone who without doubt had other important matters to attend to and had to abandon those responsibilities in order to join us for this emergency announcement”. Damn, he always blows things up as if we all live extremely busy lives. I was just calling (y/n), Chanyeol thought. Loosen up, alpha.

“As many of you have gathered, this meeting covers our official statement concerning all the reports of strange mundane behaviour, we have been fortunate to receive from many of you”. You make it sound like it’s a good thing, Chanyeol remembered how he first informed his parents of the bizarre demeanours.

“I, your alpha, and the board would like to express our apologies for the investigation to have taken so long since it was not a frivolous matter to investigate as we have done many in the past. You see… it appears that our town, our inhabitants, we, you, are being watched. We are being observed by none other than the South Korean government as a result of an unresolved incident that took place mid-August. I, and the board, we fear we have been discovered as wolves and that we are being threatened to be either massacred or turned into living experiments”. High-pitched deep inhales could be heard from mainly women, fright striking them. Human mates clung onto their wolf partners in search for protection. In Chanyeol’s group of friends, calmness remained. They knew their alpha would not provide them this information without offering a solution.

“From the information we have been able to gather, the government is checking with the army to invade our town. We have examined our options and concluded that moving our entire pack is not one of them. Finding a new home will not settle the issue and neither will many of you be willing to leave behind all the memories that have been created here. This town is too precious to all of us. This is our home”, people nodded in agreement. “We have contacted our ally-packs to request help in resolving this matter and following the code, there will be no blood-shed. We are kind-hearted and we are proud of that. We will not harm any South Korean citizen, even if they pose a threat to us, just because they have been requested to carry out a task. Is that clear?”

“Clear”, all wolves shouted in unison. Some Yes’s could be heard, uttered by the human mates who had no idea how to respond to the alpha. Despite being threatened, there was a gargantuan feeling of solidarity.

“We are no vampires or sirens, but for now a massive human brainwash is our only option. Starting tomorrow we will be providing temporary housing for witches from other packs and together with our witches, we are certain that we will find a human way for them to forget everything they know. In addition to this, the board has decided to implement some additional rules for you to follow until a vast plan of action is decided. Note that these rules apply with immediate effect. Rule number one. No-one, no single exception, will take on their wolf-form until further notice. Not in our town, not in our woods, nowhere! Remember that you could be followed as an individual”. We can hear when they’re nearby, Chanyeol thought, but was immediately shook when the alpha raised his voice as if it was aimed at his thoughts. “NO EXCUSES. Equal goes for the witches under us. No magical activities shall take place without permission of the board”.

“Second rule. Nobody leaves town without permission. Right now we have no estimation on when they are planning to invade our town and we want to make sure that when they do, we are at our strongest, should we have no concrete plan of action yet. For that, we need everyone present. We are betting our luck that they have not figured out the majority of our abilities and the presence of witches and we will most certainly make use of that advantage in case of need. The only approved exception for now, concerns our children who may leave for school in groups. As customary, a bus will leave in the morning to drop the children at school and will pick them up. University students, employees and self-employed adults stay here. For those in need of proof of illness, Doctor Oh will help you with that”.

Chanyeol’s eyes widened. He was not allowed to leave town anymore? He was not allowed to go to College for his lectures? He was not allowed to go see his mate?! No, they had to make an exception for him. He would become useless if he couldn’t see his mate. He’d get absence sickness. They would understand that he couldn’t ask a human mate to move in with him after a few weeks, right?! How was he supposed to explain to his mate that he was fit enough to see her in his town, but not to lecture?

“Additional questions?” Yongha shouted.

“What was the incident?” Chanyeol recognized Jaemin, one of the wolf students he had over the summer, his father speak up. “The incident… you mentioned it was caused by an unresolved incident”, he swallowed deeply, fearing he was not allowed to ask that question. Yongha sighed, emotional pain visible in his eyes.

“It was a wolf… A wolf who killed a twenty-two-year-old male college student in our woods”, he responded, not raising his voice anymore. He was in deep thoughts with the boy and his family. “Apparently, similar incidents have happened across Seoul since that day. Many… serial killers… make their first victim close to home and that’s why they chose to keep a close eye on us. Most probably, we are falsely being accused for murder”.

Grief covered the entire barn. One would think that in a supernatural world, homicide was a regular occurring thing. Part of that may be true, but this did not apply for wolf packs. Wolves were love-hung, kind-hearted, compassionate creatures. To them, murder was unforgivably horrendous and happened scarcely ever, which only raised more questions as to which rogue wolf would turn serial killer.

“You boys stay in the Main mansion”, Chanyeol’s father was suddenly standing next to him and his friends. “We don’t want an empty house for them to prepare their last ammunition or… whatever. I imagine you’re all going to spend a lot of time together anyways, with the town-arrest. You might as well live together. Better make a party of it, but don’t get drunk”

“You sound like we’re counting our last days, Papa Chanyeol”, Yixing pointed out. “What’s the use of partying if we can’t get drunk?”

“You can have fun without. Besides, I don’t want to see you drunk. You already look like you’re on weed half of the time; I don’t want to see the combo”.

“You should!” Jongdae laughed. “I swear it’s worth it!”

“I don’t take anything!” Yixing defended.

“If I thought you did, I wouldn’t have mentioned it so casually. Relax”. Chanyeol’s dad then turned to his son, who had become exceptionally quiet. “Hey, what’s wrong? We’re going to get through this, promise”, he flashed his son a small smile.

Chanyeol sighed deeply. “The plan isn’t remarkably promising, is it?” His dad took a seat next to his son on the straw bale, giving him a few pats on his back.

“There are still many things to sort out first, with the arrival of other pack’s witches”, his father nodded. “I know that’s not reassuring but our pack has survived worse throughout history. You read our history books, you should know. Besides, they’ve been watching us for weeks already. I’m certain we’ll have a waterproof plan before they invade. What happened to my ever so optimistic Chanyeol?”

“It’s just a really bad timing”, Chanyeol traced his fingers through his hair, then scratched his jaw nervously.

“If there’s anything I can do for you”, his dad gave him a few more pats on the back.

“Dad”, Chanyeol looked up to face his dad for the first time, his eyes twinkling in a begging sadness. “I need an allowance to go to college. You can give me that, right?”, he asked. His dad was going to give him at least that much, right? Considering his situation.

“Son, you know I’m really proud of you? You’ve grown up a lot and you feel responsible to teach those bachelor students, but you don’t have to feel guilty about this. Just stay home”.

“Pa, you don’t understand-”,

“Of course I do. Your mom and I are closing our businesses as well. It’s just temporary. You can work on your thesis instead and like that, your time won’t go-”

“No no no, dad”, Chanyeol cut him off, slightly panicking and shaking his hands in front of him to show his disagreement. “You really don’t understand. I need…”, he felt a bit shy to say it and lowered his head to watch the straw-covered floor. “I need… skinship”, his heart skipped a beat when he uttered the last word.

“You need what?”, his dad raised an eyebrow. He had never heard of the term before. Despite being a cool dad, engaging in music and having his own bar, he was not up to date on the present-day slang words used by the youthful adults.

“You know…”, Chanyeol exhaled deeply, having to go in detail. “Touching… kissing- I have a mate!”, he blurted it out. Although it had been no secret to his friends, the friends of his friends and his sister, his parents had no clue on the recent developments in Chanyeol’s love life.

“You found your mate?” Chanyeol’s dad’s face lit up, excited. “Why haven’t I met her yet? She works at your college?” He bombarded his son with questions. “Why didn’t you tell us? What’s her name? What’s she like? How far-”

“Dad!” Chanyeol interrupted him, stomping his feet. “Stop! She’s one of my students, alright?” Chanyeol’s frustration had caused not only his friends, but also some of the people standing in the barn, to shift their focus onto him. Great, just great, Chanyeol thought. Now everyone knows I’m screwing one of my students. Could this day get any worse?

“Eh”, his dad wasn’t sure what to respond. “Well…”, he looked around discovering various eyes on him, awaiting his response, and concluded he had to handle the situation as mature as possible. “That’s… unfortunate”.

Oh, really? Chanyeol judged his father’s observation and was boiling inside as a result from all the unwanted attention he was getting. On the outside, he tried to remain calm as his father contemplated on what to say.

“I admit I’m not a fan of those kind or relationships, but if she’s your mate, I have no doubt that what you’re both feeling is pure and I fully support you”.

“My husband was married when I was hired by his pregnant wife as their cleaning lady and at first, we had an affair for-”, an elder woman started telling her unfortunate wolf love-story to the people around her, causing others to turn their heads into another direction.

“Alright Grandma. Everyone knows that story”, her granddaughter interrupted her and tried to calm her down. Chanyeol chuckled. He wasn’t the only one who had overstepped boundaries.

“Listen, son, I’m not the one who can grant you permission to leave town, only Yongha can. I’ll need some details on how advanced your relationship with this girl is but we’ll do that at home, ok?”

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Chanyeol was being Chanyeol. There was no other way to explain or bring into words the idiocy of the situation. When he was in his element, he did not hold back the dork within him. He was the type to get over-excited over the most foolish things and go all-in whenever an opportunity rose for him to act like a buffoon. He should’ve worked in the entertainment industry.

Chanyeol was testing one of the solutions he had come up with to handle the attractiveness-problem. He knew the solution he was to test first, was going to flunk terribly, but he still wanted to see how far he could go with his stupidity for (y/n) to handle. Quite frankly, he needed this. He needed this to take his mind off his other problems. Whilst the witches were searching for a solution to the army-threat and he was waiting for permission to leave town, life went on, and he still had some conquering to do. He had to get his girl to become as comfortable as possible with him before he’d break to her about being a wolf.

The ceiling of his room was decorated with a bunch of helium-filled balloons in an expanded diversity of colours, one of his new preferred objects; the green ones being his absolute favourite. Dressed in nothing less than a ridiculous white-pink rabbit-onesie, (y/n) stared at him with mouth agape as she watched him jump up to try and catch hold of one of the wires that hung loose from the balloons.

“And you also said my voice was too attractive”, Chanyeol grinned and untangled the wire from the balloon he had caught, guiding the mouthpiece to his lips and inhaling deeply from the inflated material. “So, Otto Loewi”, he sounded like a chipmunk. (y/n) let herself fall onto her back, on the bed, from laughter. Her tears were evident in her eyes. She hit Chanyeol’s giant Rilakkuma several times with her palm, unable to restrain herself from rolling in the aisles. When she finally started to regain her composure, Chanyeol inhaled from the balloon once more.

“He won the Nobel prize for his frog experiment that-”, he couldn’t finish his sentence before he found his girlfriend bursting into laughter again, holding onto Rilakkuma for support to stay seated.

“Grant the frog some attention, princess”, Chanyeol said in his normal voice after (y/n) stopped snorting, leaning his hand on his hip impatiently but looking amused himself.

“I thought you were a bunny, not a frog”, (y/n) wiped away her tears.

“Oh no, I am a frog”, Chanyeol inhaled what was left of helium in the balloon. He then crouched down, his hands flat on the floor between his knees, pretending to be one. “Kiss me, princess”.

“Ieuw yuk”, (y/n) giggled.

“Kiss me kiss me kiss me”, Chanyeol demanded, still in his high-pitched helium voice, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.

“No, gross!” He had a cushion thrown to his head.

“If the princess doesn’t kiss the frog, how can he ever turn in a prince huh?” Chanyeol pouted, back with his normal, deep voice.

“Never!”

“I guess the frog will have to take the initiative then”, Chanyeol jumped towards (y/n) in his frog posture. When he reached the bed, (y/n) jumped off it quickly, trying to run. A one-minute chase later however, Chanyeol had managed to corner her, locking her in against a wall, sitting down.

(y/n) pretended as if she found him disgusting as his lips got closer to hers, pinching her eyes fearful and trying to pull away further against the wall. Chanyeol gave her a slow kiss, lingering onto her lips for a few seconds before he pulled away and she opened her eyes.

“Ya! Why are you still a frog?”, she played along and raised her voice at him, finding him in his frog position still.

“Because it’s you who has to do it!”, Chanyeol defended. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad, was it? Just kiss me already”. Still acting as if she was disgusted by the frog, (y/n) gave him a hasty peck.

“See. You’re still a frog! Hopeless case! You’re just a frog”, she complained.

“Aren’t you the most impatient princess ever? Magic takes time! It won’t work with such a quick kiss. Do it properly!” (y/n) eyed Chanyeol out of disbelief. He could imagine her thoughts. How was this her lecturer? How was this her boyfriend? Nevertheless, a few seconds later she complied and leaned in, swinging her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer for a deep, sweet kiss. She can definitely handle the idiot within me, Chanyeol thought, no, she loves the idiot within me. He leaned forward so his knees sank to the ground as she kissed him, transforming from a frog into a prince.

“Where’s my prince? All I see is a man-child”, (y/n) pouted.

“What?” Chanyeol’s eyes grew wide. “You don’t like me?”

“Give me back the frog. I liked him better”.

“Ya! You’re really a rude princess!” Chanyeol shouted at (y/n). There was a short moment of silence before (y/n) finally spoke, sticking her lip out.

“How is it that I find this bunny-with-a-chipmunk-voice-pretending-to-be-frog person so charming?” The comment made Chanyeol’s face lit up.

“Because you like meeeeeeee!” He sang happily.

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(y/n)’s nails pinched into Chanyeol’s back as she held on to him closely, her heavy breaths aligned perfectly to Chanyeol’s movements. With the same frequency, his mind flooded with the thoughts of how much he loved this girl he was being intimate with, how he wanted to be even closer to her. He sank his lips to her neck, planting kisses at her most sensitive spots which caused some moans to escape from (y/n)’s lips.

Getting a kick out of (y/n)’s sonority, Chanyeol continued leaving pecks in her neck when all of a sudden, he felt an excruciating pain in his mouth. His wolf fangs were forcing their way out beyond the bounds of his will. He had the begrudging need to mark her as his mate and tried to force his fangs back in but the more he tried, the more his body retaliated. He felt his chartreuse yellow eyes rise to the surface, too and he knew he would not be able to hold back if he didn’t get out of bed soon.

“Sorry”, Chanyeol quickly shot up from the bed and ran towards the bathroom, smacking the door closed with a loud bang after he entered. Hastily, he locked the door, switched on the lights and observed himself in the mirror. His fangs had come out completely. Touching one gently with his index finger, he tried to use his wolf-powers to suck them back in, without result.

He let the tab water run, splashing some of the cold water in his face in hopes of his wolf eyes and canine teeth disappearing, but nothing he did have any effect.

“Chanyeol, are you ok?” he heard (y/n) knocking silently on the door, concerned.

“I-” He tried to think of an excuse. “Eh- I’ve got something in my eye. It stings”, he made up through his fangs.

“I can have a look. Maybe there’s something in it”, (y/n) offered but Chanyeol was quick to refuse her help.

“No, it’s ok. I get this more often”, he lied.

“You should let a doctor check that. Wash it out with some water”, she advised him.

“Yeah I will. You go back to bed already, I’ll join you once I’m done”, Chanyeol assured her.

“Oh, ok”. He heard she was disappointed for not being allowed to help whilst she strolled back to the bed.

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Chanyeol opened the door to Soo’s coffee House, gesturing for (y/n) to walk inside first as he held the door open for her. He was in real gentleman mode today, contradictory to his squirrelly behaviour of the night before. It was a tee bit of an interesting paradox as to which Chanyeol would surface for his girlfriend. Sometimes it’d be the dorky one, mostly the sweet one, but either were equally adorable and lovable and he never failed to make his girl smile when he was around.

(y/n) stood still in the opening, waiting for Chanyeol to follow her inside and guide her further as she admired the place’s interior. Brick walls, fireplace, dark wooden tables and chairs, Bordeaux and beige couches. It screamed the perception of being home. No wonder Chanyeol promised it to be one of the most interesting places in town. He had just given her a tour around town, a two hour walk, Soo’s coffee house being the final stop.

They weren’t the only customers. In a corner close to the bar, an elder man was sitting. Spread at the table section, there were a few others enjoying their coffee, each of them entirely alone. With everything that was going on, many had to take some time to clear their thoughts, Chanyeol thought.

He slid his hand to hold (y/n)’s waist, guiding her towards a Bordeaux couch at the fireplace. As they both took a seat, Chanyeol quickly grasped something what looked like a thick but not too heavy medieval book from the coffee table in front of them.

“Ladies first”, he handed it over to (y/n) who kindly took it from Chanyeol’s hands and stared at the cover before opening it. It was made out of leather and had an old flap binding. From the sides, you could spot that if not real, the parchment inside was an exact replica of the animal membrane. “It’s the menu”, Chanyeol explained. “The first four pages are the menu and all the rest are, or used to be blank pages in which people can write with those feathers”, he pointed back at the coffee table that had three small jars of ink and two feather quill pens, one with a white feather and one with a Persian blue feather.

Curious, (y/n) opened the book in the middle and flipped through the pages, looking for the last piece of text someone left. To her surprise however, the writings were spread throughout the entire book, leaving open pages in between. “Ah yes, people write on random pages so you can’t tell which one someone wrote. They’re scared someone would check after them”, Chanyeol leaned over her shoulder to read along.

“She seems scared”, (y/n) said, hazarding a wild guess that the note she landed on was written by a female. The handwriting was very neat and elegant.

“It’s part of the concept. You can come in here and write your thoughts. If you’re scared, if you’re depressed or frustrated. Seldom, you will find a happy writing in those books. Most people use metaphors throughout their entire writing so people can’t tell what’s really going on but when you read through them, you can feel the emotion and you know you’re not alone. If there’s one coffee house where you’re not judged for coming in alone, it’s this one”, Chanyeol said.

“You wrote in these books too?”, (y/n) asked, lifting her head to the ceilings as she noticed that there was also very relaxing and lyricless music playing in the background.

“Sure. In several of them. Maybe one day you can tell which one is my handwriting and you can hunt through all the books looking for my entries, hmm?” He didn’t mind that much. Before she was going to be able to tell which one was his, he’d have a stable relationship with her without wolf-secrets. Part of him hoped that one day, she’d read his memo’s about his worries concerning her and she’d fall in love with him all over again.

“I like this place. I’m going to come here more often”, (y/n) flipped to the first pages and scanned the menu. “I think I’m going to go for the milk-tea-flavoured bubble tea”, she nodded after going through the options again.

“No coffee?”, Chanyeol frowned. “Kyungsoo has the best coffee you’ve ever ta-”

“And I believe you”, (y/n) stopped him. “But I’m a tea person”, she flashed a smile at him.

“Please tell me you’re not like my friend Sehun who’s obsessed with bubble tea”, Chanyeol pouted.

“Haha, no”. Chanyeol got up from the couch.

“I’ll go make the order. Also part of the concept… My friend Kyungsoo doesn’t want to disturb anyone so if you need anything, you have to go to the bar. Be back in a jiffy, ok?” he asked and (y/n) nodded.

“Double espresso with little milk, no sugar and a milk-tea-flavoured bubble tea?” Kyungsoo asked when Chanyeol arrived at the bar. He was a regular customer and Kyungsoo knew by heart his order. As for (y/n)’s, he heard using his wolf abilities.

“Exactly”, Chanyeol leaned his elbows on the bar, waiting patiently.

“She’s cute. Wish we got to spend some time together to get to know her, too”, Kyungsoo started working on the bubble tea.

“I’m waiting to meet Miss. D.O. as well. When is she coming along?”

“I don’t know. Five years from now?”

“Let’s hope not”, Chanyeol turned his head back to steal a glance at (y/n) who had started making her very own first entry in one of the menu’s. “Hey, would you happen to know what factor activates the involuntary need to mark one’s mate?” he then asked.

“I’m not sure. Why?” Kyungsoo poured syrup on the black boiled tapioca pearls. “Wait”, he realised and put down the syrup. “Are you there already? Was that what I heard yesterday? When she was asking if you were alright?”

“This growing onto your human mate thing is becoming difficult. First she’s my student, second I meet her during mating season and now I can barely touch her without feeling the need to mark her. Someone up there must be finding a lot of joy in giving me a hard time”, Chanyeol sighed.

“I’m convinced that’s not the case”, Kyungsoo consoled him. “I’d switch places with you pronto to have my mate”, he explained. “Anyhow, I think it has to do something with the mate herself. My mom always told me that when this happened to dad, she was ready to be marked and wanted to be marked. I’m not sure it’s the same for human mates. It rarely happens for them”.

“I haven’t even explained mine the concept of marking, how would she be ready for it?”

“It’s possible if she’s deeply in love with you”, Chanyeol heard a man sitting in a corner whisper. The grey-haired, older wolf had been eavesdropping on them. “Maybe you should consider telling her that you’re a wolf. I’m certain she can take it”, he kept reading his newspaper as if he wasn’t talking.

“How is it that I’ve known from the start this moment would arrive and I haven’t spared a single second to think about how I’m going to tell her?” Chanyeol cursed himself and ran his hand through his hair.

“One piece of advice”, the older man whispered back. “Don’t transform in front of her. Not until she has gotten used to the idea of you being a wolf. You can show off your eyes but don’t turn completely until she’s gotten comfortable with the idea. For humans, it’s a scary experience at first”. Not that transforming was allowed at the moment, Chanyeol thought. Nevertheless, it was good advice to begin with.

“You know what they say, Chanyeol”, Kyungsoo encouraged him. “If you’re destined mates, you will find the perfect way to convey the message”, he shoved the bubble tea and coffee to Chanyeol. “There you go”.

“Thanks”. Chanyeol turned around and looked at the old man with his newspaper, whispering another thanks to him as well, resuming his walk back to the Bordeaux couch where (y/n) was sitting.

“Here you go”, he handed the bubble tea over to her and she gave him a quick kiss to thank him. She placed the menu back on the coffee table.

“The ink dries fast”, she pointed out. Yeah, because the witches spelled all the goddamn books, Chanyeol remembered.

“Lucky you. Wait until I’m sitting here to correct your exam papers. I’ll find your entry straightaway”, he scoffed.

“There’s no name on those, only student numbers”, (y/n) reminded him. “Anti-discrimination policy”.

“What makes you think I don’t know yours by heart?”, he teased back.

“You’re not being fair!”, her tone sounded disappointed but she smiled. “You weren’t planning on giving me straight A’s were you? If I deserve an F, I want an F”.

“I swear I wasn’t. And why would you think you’re going to fail? This girl… You complained you couldn’t pay attention to my teaching and when I came up with a working solution, it appeared you had studied by yourself last Thursday evening. You don’t even need to come to my lectures…” Chanyeol made a long face.

(y/n) placed her bubble tea on the coffee table and turned ninety degrees so she could lay with her head in Chanyeol’s lap. “I wouldn’t want to miss those for the world”, she assured him. Chanyeol held on to one of her hands, running his thumb in circles over her hand’s back.

“I don’t want to go home”, she suddenly wailed. “I want to stay here with you”, she nestled her head against Chanyeol’s abs.

“It’s already close to noon. Your mom is going to get worried”, Chanyeol didn’t like the idea of parting ways either but tried to stay rational. In his town, their relationship was well known, but outside, it had to stay a huge secret. She couldn’t go home and tell she had found herself a boyfriend.

“She doesn’t get worried, only angry”, (y/n) corrected him. Chanyeol looked down at his girlfriend with her head resting on his thighs, her eyes closed. She was snuggling close to him as if she was looking for comfort from experiencing a nightmare.

“Hey”, Chanyeol asked silently. “Your mom… You mentioned she was very strict. She-”, he paused a second, scared to ask. “She doesn’t beat you up, does she?” (y/n)’s eyes shot open and she lifted herself from his lap.

“She used to”, she admitted silently, but immediately defended her. “Only a little! And it hasn’t happened in years anymore, I do everything she asks me to!” Chanyeol’s eyes grew wide, staring at her in disbelief. Was she telling him that it was alright?

“This is a serious matter. Why didn’t you tell me before? What would happen if you don’t follow her orders, would she still get physical?” He asked worried.

“I don’t know”, she looked down, not willing to face Chanyeol as she answered.

“Ok, now you’re lying to me”, Chanyeol read her. “Was that why you didn’t pick up last Wednesday? I couldn’t reach you the entire evening. What happened that day?!” He was connecting dots and determined to get to the bottom of it.

“Nothing”, (y/n) responded, slightly panicking. “Like I said, I fell asleep early”.

“Stop feeding me lies”, Chanyeol raised his voice. He was losing control over himself because he was concerned and cared deeply for her.

“Chanyeol, stop. You’re making her uncomfortable. She’s not ready to tell you this”, Chanyeol growled when he heard Kyungsoo whisper those words to him from the bar. “If you keep this up, she’s going to distance herself from you and you’ll both be worse off”.

“I swear, nothing happened. You can check. I’ve got no bruises or cuts or anything”, she stuck out her arms. “You would’ve noticed yesterday”. Chanyeol reminisced about the night before, how he had traced his fingers over her entire skin. She was right. He would have noticed.

“Promise me you’ll come to me when this kind of thing happens”, he begged instead, taking hold of her hands in his.

“Yeol-ah”, she asked with a low voice as her eyes twinkled. “I have to tell you something. Can you promise me you won’t get mad?”

“Of course”, he raised one of her hands to his lips, giving it a kiss.

“My mom wants me to marry Hae-Won”, she confessed. “I know I’m your girlfriend but I have to go on another date with him tonight”. Chanyeol’s mind turned blank. It took him a few seconds to process the information, causing him to lose control over his temper when it finally hit him.

“Hae-Won?! That annoying latecomer who hangs around you the entire time during my lectures?”, Chanyeol’s voice rose through the roof again.

“Chanyeol! You promised not to get mad”, (y/n) pouted. “It’s just to meet in the middle. That way my mom stays happy and I can still sneak out to see you without her getting suspicious”.

“You’re saying you have to date him to date me?”, Chanyeol asked, tears bottling up in his eyes.

“I promise you, I’m not marrying him. Not ever. Never ever. I want to be with you”, she held her hand to cup Chanyeol’s cheek.

“You’re asking me to trust you on this, aren’t you?” It hurt him. It hurt him badly that she was asking him for permission to do so and that she was driving him to say it was ok, even though it’d be against his will.

“Please? Things are complicated enough already. Just for now”, she implored. Chanyeol leaned in to kiss her. He did not want to speak the words she had requested him to, so he decided to grant her his promise with the touch of his lips.

“I hate your mom”, he said as he pulled away.

“So do I”, (y/n) climbed over him to sit on his lap, throwing her arms to hold his neck and pull him in for another desperate kiss.  

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Chanyeol’s big paws ran over the forest terrain, hard ground, dried leaves and log roots at an incredible high speed. He was not conserving his energy, reaching his top speed. Like his human form, he was also slightly taller than others in his wolf form. He was a grey wolf, one of few who had the same shade of fur as the name carried; soft, warm, dense, fluffy and grey. He had a broad snout, narrow chest but a longer tail that swung behind him with every movement of his build, together with dainty, small and slightly triangular ears. Needless to say, he looked graceful.

Whilst he ran, he kept his head at the same level as his back, looking in front of him with his sparkling, chartreuse eyes that distinguished him from non-magical grey wolves. The moonlight reflected on his fur and his wolf-irises made it possible for him to identify and jump over every hindrance that came his way.

He was breaking the entire set of new rules that had been set up by his alpha at once. Running in his wolf-form, having left town. He had pondered for a long time before deciding to do so, but after crying intensely for hours, he decided to take his chances to blow off some steam.

It was becoming too much for him to administer. A threat to his town and pack, his girlfriend that was facing an arranged marriage, the possibility he wasn’t allowed to go to College and see her, him not being able to get too intimate with her anymore due to unwillingly having the need to mark her and the pressure of finding a way to confess to her that he was in fact, a wolf. How did it progress to this?

Chanyeol stopped running when he reached the edge of a cliff that provided him with a beautiful scenery of Seoul at night. His mouth slightly agape, his tongue stuck out a little, teeth becoming apparent as he breathed heavily from the effort. It had been a while since he had run that fast, yearning to run away from his problems even if it were just temporary and literally.

After recovering from the pressing lack of air, he jerked his head up to face the sky and let out a long loud howl, increasing his pitch gradually until he had raised close to an entire octave from his initial mournful note. With every centilitre of air that escaped from his lungs past his oesophagus, relief washed over him and soon he found himself panting for air once more.

If it hadn’t been for the sudden cracking sonance of leaves behind him, he would’ve never considered the possibility he wasn’t alone. Alarming, he turned around into the direction of the sound, panicking as he sought the source. How could it have been so close? He should’ve heard something earlier. He should be able to smell its presence. All his senses were failing him. He ran his eyes through the tree trunks, back and forth. His heart started to race and his breathing became unstable. What was happening? Why could he not trace the sound again?

Golden. Bright golden. Bright, golden eyes suddenly met his from afar, holding his stare. It was puncturing, sucking out his soul with every passing second and Chanyeol realised, he had to run if he cherished his life and wanted to live to see tomorrow.

In a matter of nanoseconds, he turned around and sped out of the woods, looking behind him in fear of the golden eyes chasing him down. For unknown reasons, the golden eyes stayed put, not moving an inch but Chanyeol still had the tendency to run with the want to stay alive, scratching his body against a tree by accident as he ran out of the forest without being careful.

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“I know who killed the boy!”, Chanyeol ran inside the Main mansion, his mother, father and alpha standing in the living room. They had been waiting for him to provide him with the results of their discussion on his permission to leave town, only to find out that he wasn’t there. Waiting along with them were his friends and his sister, who had been worried something had happened to their dearest friend or brother.

“Chanyeol!” His mom ran towards him and embraced him, relieved he was ok. Glad he was still alive himself, Chanyeol hugged his mom back whilst he leaned his chin upon her shoulder to face the others.

“The golden eyed, they’re in town”, Chanyeol looked up at Yongha. “They kill”, he said, still petrified from what he had just experienced. Confused, his mom let go of him and shot a terror-stricken stare at her son.

“No. That’s impossible” Yongha said headstrong and shook his head. “Impossible!” he suddenly yelled as he repeated the word.

“I saw one. With my own eyes. They’re here. In Seoul”, he said between breaths. “It explains everything”.

“Young Mee”, Yongha ordered Chanyeol’s mother. “Get the board witch”, he did not let go of his stare that was pointed at Chanyeol. “NOW!” He yelled.

Chanyeol’s mother left the mansion hurriedly, following the alpha’s instructions. Aside from Kyungsoo, Joonmyeon and Yoora, the rest of his friends were baffled by what was happening. They seemed to have no idea as to what was going on.

“You went out of town and you turned, didn’t you?” Yongha asked with a strong voice. Instantaneously, Chanyeol got on his knees and bowed deeply for his alpha, admitting his wrongdoing and apologizing. He let out a soft squeal as he did, feeling the cuts on his lower abdomen stretch open.

“Hmmmph”, Yongha huffed. “I refuse your request to leave town. Consider it your punishment. When your mother arrives with the board witch I expect you to wait for us in the integration room for investigation”.

“Yes, sir”, Chanyeol tried to hold back his tears, thinking of (y/n). Why had he been so stupid to break all the new rules at once?

“Who are the Golden eyed?” Jongdae whispered to Joonmyeon curiously.

“It’s the Flaithius family’s wolf pack”, Joonmyeon explained.

“Who are they?” Baekhyun joined the conversation.

“The most powerful wolf-family line in existence”.

“Why’s that?” Everyone’s attention was on Joonmyeon. He looked up at his father who gave him the approval to explain it to the guys as they already knew too much anyways.

“Because they found a way to defy freaking nature”.

-> Part 5

Author’s note: Wow, am I glad this chapter is finally finished. Sorry for the long wait and I hope you like it because now it all seems a huge mess but I swear it’ll all make sense as the story develops further :( Pinky promise!
Also, I need Soo’s Coffee House in my life. Desperately!