#exo park chanyeol

anon said - “reader being exo’s 10th member ( ot9) and them having a relationship with a member”

Minseok:

Though Minseok would be beyond happy for you and Jongdae when the two of you are honest about your relationship, he’ll be filled with worry as well. He cares about both of you and doesn’t want to see his two best friends hurt by one another for some reason. 

Yixing:

He was so happy for you and Jongin. Yixing will be so supportive of your relationship, cheering you on every chance he gets. He loves you both so much and is so glad the two of you found love and happiness with eachother. 

Junmyeon:

He’ll be much like Minseok. Though he’s happy for you and Baekhyun, Junmyeon will be iffy on your relationship for a bit before he warms up to it. You’re both his precious members and he doesn’t want things to be tense if you and Baekhyun ever end up splitting. 

Baekhyun: 

He’s over the moon about you and Sehun dating. Baekhyun will tease the two of you about your relationship, poking at the fact you two are the ‘babies’ of the group. It can get annoying, but he means well and he supports your relationship. 

Chanyeol: 

Shooketh indeed he was. Chanyeol never thought about you dating any of the other members, much less Kyungsoo. BUT don’t think he won’t hype your relationship up. He’d warm up to your relationship quickly and will be so happy for you and Kyungsoo. 

Jongdae: 

He’s not worried at all about your relationship with Junmyeon. He knows you’re both mature if anything happens between you two, so he’s at ease. Jongdae is happy for the both of you, wishing you both happiness. 

Kyungsoo:

He’d be a bit surprised by the news at first, but be happy for your relationship with Minseok. Kyungsoo is very supportive of your relationship and has respect for the both of you, knowing the risk of dating with both of you being members. 

Jongin:

It’s gonna make him so happy. He knows you and Chanyeol have had feelings for each other for the longest time but didn’t want to act on them because of the fact of being in a group together. So when you and Chanyeol decide your feelings are worth the relationship, Jongin is 100% full of support. 

Sehun:

Sehun was actually very protective over you. He thought of you like a younger sister, even though you were only a month or two younger than him. He’d be happy it was Yixing that you were in a relationship with, knowing Yixing would treat you like a queen. He wishes you and Yixing love and happiness.

-Athena ♡

anon said - “Hey~ I really love the way you write,,could you please do an Exo reaction to their girlfriend having a panic attack in public cuz the place was too crowded?Thanks”

Minseok:

He’s on it immediately. Minseok won’t hesitate to pull the both of you to the side away from the crowd. He’ll gently hold your cheeks in his hand, making you look at him. Minseok needs your attention only on him at this moment. He knows exactly how to calm you down and you couldn’t be thankful enough. 

“In and out, deep breaths. There you go. Just like that, sweetheart.” 

Yixing: 

His worry for you is gonna be x10. Yixing will get the two of you out of the crowd as quickly as possible and get you to a space you can breath clearly. He’ll admit, he won’t know much about how to handle the situation since it was so suddenly, but he’ll talk sweetly and reassure you everything is alright. 

“Baby, just focus on me, okay? Everything is okay, you’re okay. I’m here.”

Junmyeon:

Instant mother mode activated. He’ll be 100% calm and try to get the both of you out of the crowd as quickly as possible. Junmyeon is always prepared for situations like this, knowing how crowds can affect you. He’s keeping all your attention on him, trying to stray your mind away from the situation and onto something that will calm you. 

“Hey, didn’t you start a new drama last night? Can you tell me about it?”

Baekhyun:

This poor boy is gonna be so worried when you start to panic. Baekhyun will hold your hand gently and do everything in his power to either get you out of the crowd if he can or take your mind away from the crowd. He’ll do all he can to get your attention to and remained on him until you’ve calmed. 

“(Y/N)? Come on, look at me. You’re okay, just keep your attention on me.”

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol is gonna be so worried. Blindly, he’ll start bombarding you with questions, unintentionally panicking your mind more. It’ll click in his mind rather quickly that he needs to get you away from the crowd and talk to you slowly. Once he’s done that, he’ll reassure you that everything is fine and that if you wanted to go elsewhere, he won’t hesitate to take you just where you want to go. 

“You’re okay. Wanna go somewhere else were you’re more comfortable? Less crowded?”

Jongdae:

Jongdae doesn’t care where you’re at, he’s pulling you away from everyone immediately. He’s very calm, knowing that if he shows just how worried he is then that will only make your panic attack worse. So, as soon as you two are away from the crowd, he’ll pull you close, rubbing your back and whispering soothing things in your ear. 

“Are you okay? I got you, you know that right? I love you.”~

Kyungsoo:

I feel like Kyungsoo would be lost on what to do for a moment. Thinking of the best solution, he’ll pull you away from the crowd, but won’t say anything as he pulls you closer to him once you two are a good ways away. Not exactly being a man of words, he’ll rub your arms gently, his eyes moving over your face worriedly. 

Jongin:

He’s filled with worry as soon as your short, fast breaths reach his ears. Jongin will attempt to ask you what happened first before noticing you’re struggling to speak. He’ll lead you elsewhere and hold your shoulders, making you face him. Jongin will talk to you softly. 

“Hey, hey. What happened? Talk to me, baby. I wanna help.”

Sehun: 

He was completely at lost on what to do. You had told Sehun you experience panic attacks, and he had honestly done his best to research how to help, but as soon as it happened his mind blanked. It wasn’t until he felt you grab onto his arm that he quickly pulled you away, making sure to keep your body close to his. 

“You gotta breath, love. In and out, okay? I’m here.”

-Athena ♡

ChanHun didnt have to go that hard on us

but here we are amigos

-Athena

anon said - “ Hi sorry if you are inactive or not taking request but i was wondering if you could do a (O12) exo reaction to you revealing you are bisexual. Thank you love your post!”

as a bisexual myself, i was very happy with this request and idk why but thank you!!!   ❤️

Minseok: 

His feelings for you will not change for you at all. Minseok loves you because of your beautiful personality, not for your sexuality. He’ll simply smile and thank you for being open with him. Minseok loves everything about you, good and bad. He also knows the ‘stereotype’ bisexuals have thrown at them, but he’s not afraid one bit cause he know’s you’re only about him just as he is for you. 

Luhan: 

You are his baby. His. Fucking. Cinnamon. Apple. Luhan is gonna be so worried seeing the fear in your eyes  before you blurt out that you’re bisexual. He knows the LGBTQ+ still isn’t fully accepted, so he understands your fear. But you can bet your ass he’s gonna give you a big ass hug and tell you how much you mean to him. 

Kris: 

This big dummy, I swear. He’s gonna look at you confused a hell. Don’t misunderstand, its not because of your sexuality. But it’s because you said it so suddenly and as if it’d change how he felt for you. But seeing the worry in your face for his reaction, he’ll sigh lightly and give your cheek a little peck, telling you he loves you no matter what, not fighting the smile on his lips. 

Yixing: 

He is such a sweetheart about it. The biggest sweetheart ever tbh. Yixing will scoop you up into his arms and give you a big hug. He’s got major heart eyes for you and informs you that this information just adds onto what makes you, you. And that he loves it~ 

Junmyeon: 

A literal soft boi. Junmyeon wouldn’t mind it at all. Have you met his members? Those bitches just scream lowkey homo. Nah, but really, he won’t think anything of it. At first he not exactly comprehend? like, he’d be more confused on what that had to do with what you were talking about at that very moment. MORAL OF THE CONVERSAtion, Junmyeon would be cool w/it 100%

Baekhyun:

fuckin— this bitch right here is gonna lose it. Not in a bad way no no never. He’s just gonna bombard with you questions lol Baekhyun isn’t gonna mind it in the least. Actually, he’ll want to know more, hence the questions he’s gonna throw at you. It may seem like he’s just doing it for the hell of it, but he loves you and is happy you’ve shared this information with him. 

Chanyeol: 

AN ANGEL I STG. Okay okay I know he looks like a hardass but he is mUsH when it comes to you. Chanyeol isn’y going to be bothered one bit by this information. Truthfully, I see him giving you that cute ass shy smile he does and telling you he loves you just the same. 

Jongdae: 

Bless- you really think he’s gonna be affected by this? Bby he’s gonna support you all the wAY. Jongdae loves people for who they are, not by  who they’re attracted to. He trusts you. He loves you. And he knows you love him. Jongdae will thank you for telling him and assure you nothing changes. 

Kyungsoo: 

I cannot stress this enough—Kyungsoo is the epitome of a gentleman. He’s so sweet and understanding it huRTS. I will say, he does feel more protective over you in a way. Like Luhan, he knows the struggles bisexuals, and the community in general, go through. He’s there for you and loves you just as much as before. 

ZiTao:

Um, I’m not gonna lie with this one, he’ll be shocked by this information. Like, it was something he never even thought about or considered really. And you didn’t mean to drop the bomb like you did, but you were stressed and didn’t really know when the right time would be. I personally feel ZiTao would recover from the shock quickly and let you know how much he loves you regardless of your sexuality. 

Jongin: 

Jongin could tell something was bothering you that day. Of course it worried him, but he waited until he felt was right to ask you what was wrong. Jongin felt it was something big (for you at least) and was sure to let you know he’d be by you 100%. So when you finally let him know, he let out a sigh of relief, thinking something serious was wrong. He give you a little kiss and assure you his feeling for you are still strong. 

Sehun: 

I feel that Sehun wouldn’t mind it at all, but he’d have this worry he has ‘competition’, ya feel? He loves you so much, so knowing this makes him feel a tiny bit insecure. So after you reassure HIM, he’d be at ease. After that, I don’t see him really thinking anything of it. 

-Athena

PLEASE TELL IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED

-Athena

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— Inner Demons —

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun

Genre: Syndicate!au | Angst | Smut

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, depiction of scenes that could be triggers

A/N: Five months later and I’ve finally finished this chapter. Sorry for the wait guys and thank you for being so patient with me!

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“I never thought we’d bag them right there… if only it had been this easy from the start…”

“Right? They’ve been putting up a fight for so long…” The over-familiar smell of alcohol roused you from your slumber. Voices surrounded you as well as the clattering of metal items, it was almost like you were in an operating room, “Should we start or give her some more time to rest?” Your eyes searched the darkness to find the voices, and the slight movement of your head gave you away.

“She’s already awake, Jisung. Go get Mark, I’m pretty sure he’ll want to see this.”

“Yes, sir.” Retreating footsteps mixed with a sigh from someone behind you put you on edge more than you already were, but the yanking of the hood that was over your head had your heart pounding in your ears. Your eyes winced at the bright fluorescent lights and tried to focus on your surroundings when you noticed sandy blond hair and gleaming silver eyes.

“Taeyong…” You hissed.

“Good morning, princess. Did you enjoy your…” He paused for a minute as he pulled on latex gloves, “… moment of sleep?”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spat while attempting to reach towards him to notice you were strapped to a standing table, “What the—”

“These restraints will keep you still as we start trials on you.” A voice came from beside you and you snapped your eyes over to it to see the one person you never expected.

“Make sure they’re tight, wouldn’t want her going full X. Got that, Chanyeol?” Taeyong lifted a syringe filled with a dark liquid before looking up at you, your eyes turning a deep crimson as you stared down Chanyeol, “Oh yeah, he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

“Not anymore…” You growled, your voice fluctuated from its normal pitch down to something darker, almost demonic.

“Then this should be easy to do. Chanyeol, how about I give you the honor of injecting her with her first round of tonic?” Taeyong offered the syringe to him, and for a split second you could see his eyes waver, but they soon tore themselves away from your glare to eye a spot on your arm to plunge the needle into, “Get ready for the fun, Y/N. This is a perfect payback for killing me back then.”

“No—” Within seconds of Chanyeol puncturing your skin with the needle and injecting the tonic into you, you could feel every nerve in your body turn into flames. Your lungs felt like they were filling with water as it was hard to catch your breath, your vision started to blur like you were going to pass out and the only thought on your mind was Sehun.

How long had it been since he’d seen sunlight and not the turning on of the fluorescent lights? How long had it been since he’d seen you last? Seen your smile, the flick of your gaze from something in the distance to his eyes? Smelled the lavender wafting from your skin, felt the gentle touch of your fingers? Heard your quiet laugh, your whisper of ‘I love you,’ or even just your breathing… How long has it been?

Sehun was shaken awake by the blood-curdling scream that echoed outside of the darkroom. The scream was his alarm and he would hear that scream for a few hours and then it would stop for a little bit and pick right back up. The fluorescent lights that flicked on in the room caused him to wince at the sudden brightness and the sound of keys clanged outside the door, “Good morning, Sehun.” As the door opened, an old friend walked in holding a tray.

“Doyoung…” Sehun hissed.

“Now, now, no reason to be mean this early in the morning. It’s been almost four months since we’ve brought you two here and well, Y/N seems to be progressing nicely, but you on the other hand…” Setting the tray down on the floor in front of him, Doyoung sighed, “You’re always the same.”

“Fuck you—” Doyoung pulled a knife from his pocket and pointed it at Sehun as if to make a threat.

“That’s not very nice. I was even going to offer you some visit time with Y/N today if you behaved, but seeing as you’re being a pain, I guess I won’t offer it.” Doyoung always teased him with the hope of being able to see you, but every time it’s been offered, it’s right after Sehun snaps. Standing up, Doyoung slipped the knife back into his pocket and Sehun stared at the bland food that sat in front of him. It didn’t look appealing in the slightest, if anything it put his stomach in knots, “Not going to eat again today?”

“Not until you let me see her.” Tension filled the air, Sehun’s anger towards the men who kidnapped the two of you never subsided, they kept him separated from you, but the only thing they let him have of you was your screams.

“Sehun.” Doyoung huffed, “Do you think you would even recognize her?” Stooping down to Sehun’s face, he caught the smirk that was growing on Doyoung’s lips, “Why do you think she’s screaming? What do you think they’re doing to her?” Sehun lunged at him only to be held back by the chains that were confining him to the wall.

“I will fucking kill you! All of you!” He bellowed and Doyoung chuckled.

“How? You’re chained to this wall with only two feet of range. How are you going to kill us?” Yanking on the chains once more, Doyoung laughed at his efforts, “For all you know, we could’ve raped her and impregnated her with the next Lee Clan heir. We would get lucky if it was born with the X strain, then we could just kill her off—” His speech was cut off with the sound of Sehun yelling, but his voice matched that of a growling demon. If looks could kill, Sehun’s glare would have murdered Doyoung where he stood because of a flicker of orange in his dark eyes as well as the veins that ran down his neck.

“Shut your mouth before I make you shut it…” Sehun hissed and Doyoung scoffed before leaving the room with the slam of the door only to return with Taeyong in tow, them both equipped with a stun stick.

“He’s flipping.” Doyoung jabbed the prongs of the stick into Sehun’s stomach and tased him until he fell to his knees. Sneering up at them, Taeyong’s lips parted to show a toothy grin at the sight of the flames growing in his eyes.

“Looks like his blood and her strain are a match. He should’ve turned into a Z rather than an X, but here we are. Orange to match his master’s red must mean he’s a physical X rather than a mental one.” Taeyong went on and on about the X traits to Doyoung, but Sehun was confused.

“How am I part of any strain? You haven’t done anything to me—”

“That is where you’re wrong there, my dear friend.” Taeyong squatted down and reached out to him, pressing the pads of his index and middle fingers to the back of his neck, just behind his ear, “When you were out the first day we brought you back, we injected Y/N’s special blood that carried the strain into your bloodstream, in hopes of turning you into a strain statistic or killing you off.”

“That’s why you were sick the first month. Your body was trying to either accept the strain or it was losing its battle to it.”

“And with that…” Taeyong gripped Sehun’s chin with a satanic smile spreading over it, “You’re now our little test pet, that means we can get rid of Y/N, and have you replace her.”

“No!” Sehun growled, yanking on the chains once more as Taeyong stood up, “You can’t!”

“We can’t? Oh, dear Sehun, we can do anything we want with her, and that means never letting you set eyes on her again, but if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you watch as we kill her.” Taeyong’s harsh words hit him hard, deep to the core, were they really going to kill you?

The quiet beep of the vitals monitor let you know that you were still alive, even if you were wishing that you were dead. The hours you spent awake were filled with agony and what made it worse was the fact that the person you used to love was inflicting it, “I see you’re awake.” Flicking your distant gaze to the left of you, Chanyeol came into view, “You were out for a long time. Had to pump you full of pharmaceuticals to keep you here.”

“You should’ve just let me die… it would’ve been better than feeling you guys pump poison into my veins…” You rasped, your throat stinging with every word. Staring at him, you could feel a pain in your chest that you couldn’t quite explain; as if he heard you whisper his name, his dark eyes darted to yours and seeing the softness in your irises confused him, “Why are you doing this…?” You asked, “We used to be so close, inseparable even, but something changed with you… what happened…?” The tremble in your voice was something he hated, hated it because it made his chest hurt, made his heart fall into his gut.

“We were never meant to be together. The head of the Lee Clan is my owner and from day one since we met, I was supposed to capture you. Break you so you would bend to my every will—that’s all this was.” He was lying about your relationship being nothing but fable to his reality, “He told me to do my job and make you mine that way when it was time to turn you in, you came willingly.” He watched as your lips pulled into a sullen smile and a quiet laugh left you.

“Even on my deathbed, you’re still painfully blunt. At least now I know one thing to be true…”

“And what’s that?” He asked, walking closer to you.

“That Sehun was always the one I should’ve been with.” He furrowed his brow hearing his ex-best friend’s name, “Now I don’t feel so bad for letting him mend my broken heart and giving me more than you could offer me.” With a smile still on your face, you stared up into Chanyeol’s eyes that were growing darker the more you spoke.

“No, you’re just using him to get back at me. You’re still in love with me, Y/N. You’re still mine even if you don’t believe it.” Spouting his thoughts made you scoff with laughter.

“Is that why I feel whole with him? Is that why he makes me feel better in bed than with you? Is that why when the word ‘love’ leaves his mouth, I believe him without a second thought?” With a sigh, you looked up at the ceiling and closed your eyes, relaxing into the table, “But how could you understand, you’ve never been in love. You’re only an asshole who worked like a dog for a clan who would kill him if he didn’t bring me in.” Opening your eyes, you met his gaze once more, “Isn’t that right, Chan—” Your voice cut off as the air from your lungs was cut off. Chanyeol watched as blood spilled from the slice he gifted your neck.

“Now you’re going to die. Should’ve stopped when you had the chance.” A feeling of relief settled in his chest as the sounds of you gurgling for air filled the room.

“You killed her?” Taeyong’s voice spooked him, and he approached your side to see your eyes growing dark, “You’re lucky that Sehun reacted to the X strain the way he did, otherwise I would have to murder you.”

“Well…” Chanyeol set down the scalpel from the table tray he picked it up from and grabbed a towel to wipe your blood on, “Should we let our new pet see his girlfriend for the last time?”

The silence that settled around Sehun felt odd, around this time it was usually filled with your screams, but nothing came. As he rested the back of his head against the wall, the sound of keys jingled faintly down the hall, ones that resonated a ring that became all too familiar—they already teased him enough for the day, what more could they want from him?

From the small window on the door, he could see Taeyong’s silver hair, and as if he knew Sehun was glaring at him, his eyes met him through the window. Sehun didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking; with a clang of the lock and the grinding of the rusted metal doorknob, the door opened, “Sehun—” Taeyong sang his name in the most innocent tone, “I decided that it was time for you to see Y/N.”

“What…?” He asked, his eyes widening with the thought of seeing you, “After you told me that I would never see her again…?” Suspicious he was, but then again, these men were unpredictable, like wild wolves hunting and playing with their prey.

“I mean, we can always take her back to her chamber and continue to torture her, or—”

“No!” Sehun yelled, lunging towards him, and the sly smile appeared on his lips once more.

“Haechan, bring her in.” Sehun’s heart pounded in his ears, it roared, tuning everything out until his eyes landed on the body the boy called Haechan was carrying in. Her white clothes stained with claret, her visible skin covered in scars, her neck dripping the same color as the stains on her clothes, and her eyes… there was no doubt once his eyes met the darkness that filled the irises—it was you, “She ended up choosing the wrong fight this time and lost.” Taeyong sighed as Haechan laid your body in front of him, “She was a great specimen, too. We’ll give you a few hours with her before we get rid of the body and have you fill her place.” Taeyong muttered something to the guard and disappeared. Sehun was in such a state of shock he didn’t even notice the guard came in until he was taking each of Sehun’s wrists to unshackle him from his restraints.

“My poor girl…” He choked out while reaching out to touch your cheek, “What did they do to you…?” Before he could meet your dead gaze, tears filled his vision and a strangled cry escaped him as he shook his head in denial, “This can’t be you right?” Lifting your hand, his eyes caught the red ring around your pinky, the same one that matched his own and it all became too real for him. He never got to tell you that he loved you one last time, he didn’t get to hold you close, before you slipped away. Never even got to look into your gentle eyes before you died, all that was left was a face that looked like it was in pure agony, “They didn’t even close your eyes…” Snapping out of his thoughts, he ran his hand over your eyes, shutting them.

“I’ll let you be free until they come to take her away.” The guard whispered as he began to take his leave, “I’ll let you have your time…” Even a man who worked for the Lee Clan understood that this was something that needed its own kind of privacy.

“Thank you…” He replied and the sound of the door closing only conjured more tears. With the first hour, he tore apart his sheets and wrapped your neck with the fabric, covering your wound, and he cleaned up the blood from your skin. With the second hour, he took some of the extra clothes they gave to him and replaced your bloody clothing with the clean ones; you didn’t deserve to be seen the way they brought you in, “You’re all clean now, Y/N…” He sat down in his usual spot on the floor by the wall, staring at you. A painful lump appeared in his throat the more he stared at you, and finally, he gave into his grief; pulling your body to him, he slid you into his lap and held you close, “I’m sorry…” He apologized, “We were supposed to live a long life together, but I failed you…” Running his fingers over your cheeks, tears fell onto your skin, “I love you and I’m sorry that I waited until now to tell you.” Pressing his lips to your forehead, he pulled you closer to him, and rested his chin against the top of your head, “We’ll stay like this until we can’t, okay?”

For the next few hours, he did nothing but hold you. Stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, and whispering tender ‘I love you’s’. He didn’t care about anything else going on around him, he only cared about you, “Y/N… I have a feeling they’ll come for you soon…”

No response.

“Should I just kill them when they walk in, or when they try to turn me into their test subject?”

Once again no answer.

“What am I doing…?” He asked himself as he leaned his head back against the wall, the silence in the room becoming deafening since it wasn’t filled with your screams, “I should just accept the fact that I’m going to die… at least then I’ll meet you in the afterlife… right, Y/N—” Before he could finish his question, your body jolted up from his grasp, gasping and coughing.

“Doyoung!” Taeyong yelled as he walked down the hall towards the examination room and Doyoung’s head popped out from the doorway, his black hair falling in his face as he did.

“You rang?” He asked and Taeyong crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh.

“It’s been about five hours since we took Y/N in to let Sehun have his last moments with her, go and take her from the room and get him ready once you disposed of her body.”

“Are you sure we should dispose of it? We could still extract the strain from her even if she isn’t living, right?” Taeyong huffed, his face falling with Doyoung’s question.

“The strain immediately dies once the host is no longer living, which is why we’re getting rid of her. It would’ve been nice if Chanyeol didn’t kill her off, we could have forced new strains or even had her procreate with her new pet to create more X strains, but that’s a thought that died where it started, too.” Doyoung nodded, no longer wanting to ask any more questions, and he walked past Taeyong towards the D ward hallway. Taeyong made his way to the examination room where Sehun was to be brought and Chanyeol came into his sight.

“So.” Chanyeol’s deep voice rattled Taeyong’s calm demeanor as he didn’t even look him in the eyes as he dug into the cryogenic cooler filled with vials of the X strain, “We should’ve kept her alive, huh?”

“You heard our conversation?” Taeyong asked, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on point the more he could read the wordless Chanyeol, “It would’ve been great. Just think of how many more strains we could’ve made with Sehun and Y/N. Or is it the fact I said that she and Sehun could—”

“You know how I feel about them together!” He growled, slamming the cooler shut, “She’s mine and always will be mine. Even in death, I was there with her and not him, so don’t think that she and Sehun are a thing.”

“She was just your mission, you can’t say that you actually fell in love with her. As I heard it, you treated the poor girl like shit, no wonder she went after your best friend.” Taeyong could see the anger making itself apparent on Chanyeol’s face, but there was something else hiding in his expression and he was going to see how far he could push Chanyeol before he pushed back, “You know what, I would’ve stolen her from you too if she wasn’t part of my job. I mean, aside from the fact that our children would be made with superior genes, I bet she knows how to please a man.”

“Shut up.” Chanyeol hissed, but Taeyong was having too much fun seeing him get all riled up.

“C’mon, look at that body. Her lips? Breasts? Ass? The things I’d do to her… better yet, the things I would have her do to me… I’d make her worship me—” Chanyeol kicked the chair next to him at Taeyong, and he didn’t flinch when the chair just barely missed him, if anything it made him more eager to piss him off more, “You think that you’ll scare me with those little threats? You’re not even on my level, Chanyeol.” Chanyeol knew that he was nowhere near Taeyong, not even close, but he knew a way to get where he needed to be.

“I know.” Lifting a vial of red liquid, he grabbed a syringe and unscrewed the top on the vial, “If I ever hope to be like you, I need to take this step.”

“If you do it with that pure sample, you’ll be hit—hard. There will be no period for your body to get adapted to it, you’ll feel like your whole body is on pins and needles. Like you’ve been doused in gasoline and set on fire. There’s no going back if you do that, that is if her strain decides to mesh with your body. You could die in the process and even then there’s still no going back.” Taeyong watched Chanyeol suck the red substance into the syringe before the sounds of alarms and sirens went off.

“Warning. Warning. There has been a detainment breach in D Ward. Two subjects were seen heading towards A Ward—one seems to be a woman and the other a man.” The voice that came in on the overhead line had Taeyong sighing, but not a sigh of annoyance, but one of relief. Relief because you were still alive.

“Looks like my plan will work out after all.” He hummed and Chanyeol furrowed his brow.

“A woman and a man? They only person we’re detaining right now is Sehun—”

“And Y/N.” Taeyong added, his eyes flicking a silver hue, “To think that she has regenerative powers, too…” Cracking his knuckles, he walked over to the computer and logged into the security system, “How about I lead them to the warehouse and you welcome them there?”

Sehun trailed behind you, following every movement your body made under the red flashing emergency lights. He never thought you would attack Doyoung as he walked into the cell, but you did—snapped his neck so quickly that he didn’t even see that you were even alive. This you was someone he didn’t know, but it wasn’t the right time to think about that, right now the two of you were trying to escape, “Y/N, do you know where you’re going?!” He yelled and you shook your head.

“No, but I still have to try to find a way out, right?!” You responded and he had to admit you were right, you would probably be back on the table being tested on again if you didn’t do anything, but running in random directions wasn’t getting you anywhere either. As you two were reaching a fork in the hallway, metal doors down two of the hallways slammed shut, blocking your way, leaving no other way than to go with the open hallway. After multiple blocked routes, you arrived in a place which resembled an old run-down warehouse; it was dark, cold, and practically empty besides a few crates and pallets. Sehun’s eyes panned the entire place and they stopped on a door that looked like sunlight was seeping through the cracks.

“I think that’s the way out of here…” He started to walk towards it when you grabbed his arm, stopping him, “What is it—” He looked back at you to see your eyes staring off in the distance, glowing a deep crimson.

“It’s too easy, they’re not letting us leave like this…” You could feel the presence of someone in the warehouse, but you weren’t sure who, all you knew is that your body was going into fight mode without seeing the threat, “Do you feel that…?” You asked, moving your gaze to Sehun’s eyes to see a dark orange glow in his eyes which surprised you and hurt you at the same time.

“Like there’s someone here with us?” Sehun asked, and you nodded to be rattled by a loud bang.

“Look at the two of you, Sehun, a new X member, and Y/N, alive again.” Sehun felt his skin prickle at the voice that filled the air around him, the voice that was too familiar to miss. His eyes darted around the warehouse until it fell on dark eyes that were emerging from behind a stack of pallets, it was Chanyeol for sure, but why was he here. Chanyeol eyed him, the surprised look on his face was enough to have him in a fit of laughter, “What, Sehun? Surprised to see me?”

“Why are you here…?”

“Well, I’m here to collect my darling girlfriend of course—”

“Ex-girlfriend.” Sehun interjected and Chanyeol shrugged it off.

“Why does it matter what she is to me? I’m just glad to see that she is alive after I sliced her pretty little neck.” Ripping his gaze from Chanyeol to you, he stared at your hand that was covering the fabric on your neck.

“You’re the one who did that to her?” His blood, which was already boiling, started to boil over and Chanyeol could tell. The orange that resided in his eyes turned a dark red, a spitting image of yours, “How could you?!” He bellowed, his fists balling up as he prepared himself to go after him.

“How could I?” He asked, obviously offended, “How could you is the real question. If you would’ve just let me do what I wanted with her, we wouldn’t be here right now. She would be a slave to the Lee Clan and you wouldn’t have to worry about saving her—” In a blink of his eyes, Sehun appeared in front of him and delivered a powerful blow to his face that knocked him off of his feet, and landed him a few feet away from him.

“You were supposed to be protecting her and yet you’re working with the Lee Clan to corrupt her?!” Sehun screamed at the top of his lungs, and Chanyeol chuckled, his laughter showing nothing, but defiance.

“Corrupt her?” He snorted, “She’s already an abomination to mankind, and now with all the tests we’ve run on her, it’s a miracle she’s even alive. Y/N is a corrupted gene that the Lee Clan should’ve held onto tighter when she was little. Maybe then, we could’ve ended up together and not like this…” Reaching into his pocket, Sehun’s eyes caught the sight of a syringe filled with a dark red liquid with a yellow cap covering the needle, “It wouldn’t have had to come to this…”

“What is that…” Sehun asked as Chanyeol bit off the cap and inserted the needle into his skin.

“Think of this as a power booster, so I can kill you where you stand.” With a slow push of his thumb down on the plunger, the barrel was emptied into him, “Taeyong told me to save this for when I need it, and if I’m going up against two X strains—I’m going to need this…” Flicking his eyes up from the syringe, he stared down Sehun with bright red eyes, ones that almost matched yours.

“Sehun! Get out of there!” You screamed, your pounding footsteps over the pavement, and the hammering of your heart became nonexistent as Chanyeol disappeared and reappeared behind Sehun. In a flash, Sehun crumbled down to the ground and your feet stopped moving, “Sehun!” The crack of his neck snapping set flames to a different feeling in your chest, it was more than anger, more than sorrow.

“Man, I didn’t want to kill him.” Chanyeol sighed, “I figured he would be much more of a fight, but I guess not.” He turned his gaze around to you, tears were already staining your cheeks, but he didn’t care, you deserved this, “Alright, Y/N. I can’t kill you this time since Sehun probably doesn’t carry the regeneration trait as you do, but I can beat you into submission.” The red in your eyes fell deeper, past crimson, darker than maroon—they were an eerie shade of a black like you’ve been possessed. You let loose, charging towards him, readying your fist to attack him.

Chanyeol knew you were coming to him, but his vision blurred causing him to lose his focus on you, that is until he felt your fist connect with his stomach. Your punch carried enough weight to knock him down to the pavement, it cracking under Chanyeol as his body hit the ground, “You fucking psychopath…” You growled, “You think he deserved this?!” You screamed, aiming another attack, this time to his face, “If anyone deserved to be murdered, it was you!” You began to follow through with your action, but Chanyeol caught your wrist, his own strength overpowering your own.

“Who knew you had this kind of strength…” He rasped, yanking you down to him, “Too bad that you’re not the only one in this room with the strain right now—” Chanyeol’s voice fell as he saw your expression turn dark, as dark as your eyes were, and that was his queue to take you down—now. His hands quickly found your throat as a sickeningly sweet smile appeared on your lips, and he forcefully pushed you down to the ground, tightening his grip on your neck. He could see your brows start to furrow as he applied an immense amount of pressure, “That’s right! Just fucking die!” Your eyelids flickered, giving Chanyeol hope, hope that you were finally going to meet your end. Your hands gripped at his clothes like you were trying to push him off and he couldn’t help but laugh, “Nice try! You’re not going to win this time, Y/N. You and Sehun can see each other in the afterlife—”

A smile came back to your lips, he noticed blood spilling onto your clothes just before his vision began to blur.

He didn’t see it coming.

“Your heart… is mine… Chanyeol…”

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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!