'I should've never read that book...' ~ chanbaek | chanyeol | comedy
"I REALLY Should Have Never Read That Book..."
Morning.
Finally.
I would've collapsed if we had to pull another all-nighter like yesterday...
We'd been practicing Overdose non-stop. All night. All day. And today is the big showcase, for which we spend all the time practicing.
I'm both nervous, but excited too.
I get up from where I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, while thinking, and sit up on the side of it.
I crack my neck from side to side and sigh with satisfaction when it stops being all tense and painful.
I have got to watch how I sleep. I could damage it pretty badly some day.
Oh well, time to get up.
I walk to the bathroom, and look into the mirror, while brushing my brunnete bangs out my eyes.
I look tired, sleep-deprieved. And it's evident how exghausted I feel, on account of the bags building under my eyelids.
I slap myself lightly on each cheek, and then open the sink to give my face a freezing splash of water. I hope that will wake me up.
I then fix my hair a little, and walk out, closing the door behind me.
I step over to my bed-stand and take my dark-rimmed glasses. I'm not wearing my contacts, so I see a bit blurrily.
Glasses are better than nothing. And because, we're having a break day today, I don't bother to get out of my pyjamas.
My old anime-themed pajamas, that a fan ever so sweetly gifted to me.
I like our fans, they're really fenomenal people.
They give us gifts, fan-art, and some awesome home-made foods sometimes. And aside the creepy gifts from some fans, they're all awesome, and we use them and keep them.
They give them to us personally, at events, concerts and fan-meets.
Or sometimes they just mail them to us, and we find gifts at the front of our door.
Most of the time for the whole group, and on some rare occasions, for one member in particular.
Well. I better go and find the guys, see if they want to do anything fun today.
But, if I know them well, they're probably just going to be lazy cats and sleep in the whole day, because of our fatigue from practicing all day long, and gettting a maximum 5 minute break throughout it all.
And on top of practicing, add in concerts, talk-shows, and of course, special guest appearances.
It gets unbarable.
But, this was our dream, so what else to do?
Not that it isn't fun. On the contrary, it's enjoyable.
Meeting new people, idols and important figures in this country.
And of course we all love to dance and sing, so being able to do that for a living, is absolutely perfect.
I walk into the white, plain living room, and see nothing but the T.V, sitting there, on it's own.
Unlike other mornings, where everyone is scrambling and arguing over what to watch.
I go over to the kitchen, expecting to see Kyungsoo, busy making something for the guys to munch on, like every morning...
But no.
Empty.
Where is everyone?
I'm about to go and check everyone's bedrooms, to see if they really are all just lying around and snoring their heads off, when I see a sticky note, cemented flat on the fridge's door.
I stroll over, and yawn, while adjusting my glasses to read the tiny hand-writing.
It reads :
Chanyeol, me and the guys went out for bubble-tea.
We were gonna wake you up to come too, but everytime we tried to do that, you'd try to slap one of us.
So, we decided to let you get some much needed rest.
XOXOXO Baekhyun
Bubble-tea.
They all went out for Bubble-tea...
And they didn't wake me up?!
Jerks...
Well...now that I read it over, it's kinda my fault.
I mean, I wouldn't risk my face getting slapped anymore by a wierd sleepwalker, either.
I'd just leave him alone.
Which is exaclty what they did.
Oh well, I can call them to get me some too, later.
But now I need tea.
Real tea.
I rip the paper off the frigde and crumple it up, and then toss it in the bin, with my right hand. I yawn again, but cover my mouth this time. I run my hands through my hair, and pull my head back as I do, so that I'm staring at the ceiling, yet again.
I let my hands plop to my sides, and then lower my head. I sigh and drag my slippered feet over to the tea cabinet.
I fling open the cabinet and stare at the array of different teas, wondering which one to make.
I pout, and finally settle on some Classic Korean Green Tea. It'll relax me, before my date with the Bubble-Tea that I'm gonna ask for.
I get the kettle and fill it with water at the sink, before sitting it back on it's base, and turning it on.
I hear the machine start to work, and the water start to slightly boil.
I take out the tea bag from the box, and set it down next to the empty tea cup, that's just waiting to be filled with the scorching water.
At that moment, the door bell rang.
I walk over to the door, while scratching the back of my head.
My god, I'm sleepy.
But, I wonder who it is at this time.
I gently open the door, and peek out of it, excpecting to see a member of staff, a fan, something...
But instead, I find myself staring at the white wall, that runs across the building, and up the stairs to get here.
There's not a person in sight.
Was it my imagination?
I know I'm sleepy, but am I sleepy enough to hear things?
Maybe.
I shrug, and begin to close the door.
But an object hooks my eye to the bottom of the door, before I do.
I instantly open it up again, fully awake now.
I gaze at the object that's on the floor.
It's a box.
A small cardboard box, that has different colorful and EXO-themed stamps stuck on it.
It's addressed to me, with big bold red letters on the top that say :
Park Chan Yeol / 에셈 엔터테인멘트 413-830 서울특별시 강남구 압구정동 521 에스엠엔터테인먼트
My name and the address of this very SM Building I'm standing in right now.
Oh...it must be fan-mail.
I sigh and reach down to pick it up.
I curl my fingers round the bottom of the small box, and lift it up, finding it incredibly light.
It's too light to be a lot of fan-mail.
Maybe one or two letters...
Should I wait for the guys to come, so that we can open it together?
But...it is addressed to me.
So, that means it's just for me.
I'll open it myself.
I walk back inside, and close the door behind me, with my right foot.
I'm curious as to what's inside this cute box.
I stroll over to the silver coffee table and set it down.
I proceed to stare at it with a slight pout, and furrowed eyebrows, trying to figure out if I have X-ray vision or not.
But the more I stare at it, the more confused I get.
I'll know when I lay back on the couch, and open it.
I huff and go and pour the forgotten boiling water from the kettle into the pretty black tea cup.
I add the green tea bag, and a teaspoon of honey.
I grin, and take the cup with me to the coffee table.
I set it next to the box, and then plunk down on the fluffy white couch.
I take the cup back in both my hands, and sip the tea thoughtfully, while watching the box.
When I finally convince my brain to betray the guys, and open it up by myself, I set the half-druken tea down, and pick up the box.
I lay it on my lap, and try to figure out from where to open it.
It doesn't seem to have any instructions anywhere.
I start to turn it a round with my hands, to find some sort of opening.
I look at it in every single angle and side I can.
But, I can't find any sort of line or score, indicating an opening.
In the end, I plonk it back on the table and huff with frustration.
I have to go get a knife to open it.
If the fans want me to read their letters, then why do they make it so hard to open the box? At this rate, I'm just gonna give up on reading them.
But alas my curiosity.
I want to know what's in it. Because when it's in a box, it's usually some type of food, or art.
And I like both of those.
So, bring it on, box!!!
I'm gonna open you up, even if it takes all day...
I get up, march to the kitchen. I open a drawer, and grab a knife out of it.
I walk back over to the living room, and plop back on the couch, immediately grabbing the box and stabbing it with the knife, at the top of it.
Right in between the red writing. The knife sinks through it like butter.
Yes! I breathe a sigh of relief, continuing the knife's journey down the box's top, all the way from the middle, down to the right side of it. And then down the left.
I finally opened it up. YES!!
I swing my hands in the air happily, while still holding the knife.
Remembering that's dangerous, I gingerly put the knife back on to the silver-wooded coffee table, and pull apart the two openings of the box, to reveal...
Bubble-wrap.
DAMMIT.
I groan in frustration, and just take the bubble-wrapped thing out of the box.
I start to claw at the wrap, trying to get as much of it off, as possible. It's not easy, and the sounds that are coming off of it, is like someone scratching a balloon. I hate that sound. Which is why I hate getting bubble-wrap off of things.
But oh well..
I just have to grin and stomach it, till' I get the thing that's wrapped up inside free.
After about 10 minutes of battling with bubble-wrap, using my fingers and the knife, occasionally, I finally get the object free.
It's a book.
A delicate, pretty book. It has a petite-looking pink cloth cover, that has cherry-blossom embroidery sewn into it.
It's a good sized book, with a lot of pages.
It's fuzzy to the touch. I like it.
But, why would they send me a book?
I frown, thinking why they would possibly send me a book. They've never done that before.
Eventually, I just shrug, and lean behind on the couch, till' my whole back is engulfed into the fluffy whiteness of it.
I smile excitedly, and open up the delightfully cute book.
It's hard cover.
The pages are the exact same pink as the cover.
The first page reads in dainty, pretty pink writing :
Story NO.1
Ooh...it's a story book.
I love stories!
I lean back into the couch some more, and hug my tea and knees to my chest, getting comfortable for a good read.
I turn to the next page, eagerly wanting the story to begin.
Here we go.
First page.
Bells chime. Songs play all around Seoul, giving a nice atmosphere, this Christmas Day.
A small group of girls come to the door, and they knock on it.
Oh, goodie, a Christmas story!! I love Christmas!! I have to send the fans my love, for sending me this book.
I quickly grab my phone, and send a quick thank you, to my followers, with a photo of the book attached, on my Twitter account.
Perfect.
I snuggle into the couch, with a happy smile.
I continue reading.
The eldest of the group of friends, Chanyeol, gets up, and opens the door to the group of girls.
Oh...it's a story about...
Me?
Is this...
Fanfiction?
Did they make me a book with fanfiction stories?
COOL!!!
I always wanted to read fanfiction!!!
I continue reading the story. It's a really cute story, about me and the guys, on Christmas Eve. We go shopping, and have a Christmas meal, with the fire-place and everything. It's a really heart-warming story. I'm enjoying it.
The fans have good imagination, and they're really good at writing.
I must admit, I'm very impressed.
It's so sweet of them to send me a book full of all these cute stories. I love it already, and I'm just on the first story.
But, I'm interrupted from my reading, by the constant vibration coming from my phone.
I don't know if someone's calling me or texting me. But I'm not bothered to reach over to the table and unlock it to see. I'm too interested in this adorable book. And plus, that would mean, getting out of my comfortable position on the couch.
But at some point, the constant buzzing and flashing of the blue notification light, got me annoyed, and I couldn't concentrate on the story.
So I grouchily and rather lazily, reached over and opened up my phone.
I carefully, lay the book on my side on the couch. I didn't want anything bad to happen to it. I was already 5 pages in, and I really wanted to continue reading it.
I sigh and slide down on the couch, until half my body is dangling of. But because I have long legs, they keep me in place.
I open my phone's notification panel, wanting to get this over with.
I see that, I have...
No messages.
No missed calls.
But, I do have, a lot of...Twitter Notifications...?
About 2000 to be exact.
And the number just keeps growing.
Why?
Are the fans replying to my tweet?
I open up my Twitter, and see a whole bunch of messages, by fans.
But instead of seeing a lot of 'your welcomes' and 'our pleasure Chanyeol oppa' or something like that, at least, I see something from a complete different world.
National and International fans are all telling me the same thing :
DON'T READ THAT BOOK.
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T READ THAT BOOK.
But, why?
I already started reading it, and I love it.
Why shouldn't I read it?
It's too late now anyways.
I just shrug it off, and throw my phone on the couch, while picking the book up and continuing the story that I was so enjoying.
There's nothing wrong with it. Plus, they must've sent it so that I do read it, right?
Why else would they send it? That's stupid.
It's such a cute and innocent book, full of equally cute stories.
But as I continue to read the rest of the story, I realise what's the reason to panic about this book.
The rest continues something like this :
The mistletoe was hanging in the air.
It was held by the pretty Baekhyun.
He beckoned Chanyeol over.
He crawled over to his lover on his knees, and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Me?
Crawl over...to Baekhyun?
On my...knees?
What sick universe is this?
Baekhyun then held the mistletoe high up above both their heads, and whispered into Chanyeol's ear,
"Kiss me? Please?"
Chanyeol slowly nods, and then lustfully kisses the violet-haired boy's lips, licking them as he slowly moves into his mouth.
At this point, I can't even get my jaw to close back up again...
I...
WHAT?!!!
I feel kind of sick...
I cover my eyes and try to take deep breaths, so that I don't have a heart attack.
I take about 4 deep breaths, and then for some reason...
Continue reading...
Do I like the feeling of pain or something?
I guess I'm just curious...
Scared out of my pants, but curious.
"Bedroom?" Baekhyun passionately whispers, out of breath from the last lustful kiss he just endured.
"Yeah, baby...your's or mine?" Chanyeol cheekily asks.
It better be his...
Cause, I ain't having that kind of junk going on in my bedroom.
I can't stand this story...
But, for some reason...
I can't seem to stop reading.
I wanna see how far the fans can go.
"Mine....I wanna have the memories..." Chanyeol says while breathing into Baekhyn's mouth.
Well, damn.
They both walk up the stairs drunkedly. The second they get to Chanyeol's bed, he pushes Baekhyun onto the bed, and begins to take off his sexy black-leather jacket and pants. It's skin-tight, but he somehow gets it off.
He stares in awe, at Baekhyun's beautiful bare milk-white skin.
"Wow...can I...?" He asks while slightly blushing.
"Can you what?" Baekhyun asks with playful eyes.
"Touch..it?" Chanyeol asks shyly, but with a wanting look.
"Of course..." Baekhyun nods, and spreads his arms and legs apart. He then whispers, "I'm all your's..."
Chanyeol starts to attack Baekhyun's chest with bites and kisses, while Baekhyun moans with pleasure.
"Chanyeol~" His moans are heard throughout the room.
"No..no...call me...daddy~ Ok?" Chanyeol whispers through every bite.
Oh. My. God.
What. The. HELL?
How dirty-minded are these fans?
Listen, I know that I am an OTP with Baekhyun, but I never actually bothered with fanfictions. Fact is, I never read one in my life.
Is this what they picture us like?
In bed?
Having...sex?
Me and my best friend?
But...we're just friends....
Why would fans want it to be otherwise?
Sure, we get a bit close together, but that's only because Baekhyun is really close to my heart.
He's my bestest friend.
That's all.
And I know that this is all fanfiction...
But I can't help but feel a little violated.
And kind of insulted...
But also, a little...
Curious.
I wonder what happens with the Chanyeol and Baekhyun in the story?
Are all the stories just straight out porn?
Or are there one or two, 'good' stories?
I quickly close my mouth back up, and put my gaze back down to the book that was on my lap, instead of the wall, that I was staring at and blushing for a couple of minutes, shocked by the story.
My heart's relaxed now.
A bit.
Well, it's moved back to it's rightful place at least.
Because all the while I was reading, it was stuck way up my throat, and nose, I think.
I was actually close to having a nose-bleed.
I start to flip through the book's pages, hoping my finger will stop on a good story.
But instead it stops on the worst one yet.
Story NO.38
At first, it starts off as a sweet story, between a friend and his classmate and buddy of 4 years. Kind of like me and Baekhyn.
Oh, yeah, this story is with me and Baekhyun as well.
I think they all are, actually.
But, I'm too panic-striken to read through the other stories.
In fact I really don't want to read any of them, just in case they're all...
Well...
Sex oriented.
Couldn't they just have given me a book full of cute, friendship stories instead?
Or if they had to make it a book with love stories, couldn't they be sweet, candy-coated sort of stories?
Instead of straight sex-first stories?
Because I like Romance. If it's written well, that is. But, I'm not very fond of these kind of porn-related stories.
Sure, there can be sex, but after some development of the love story, not just banging straight from the beginning.
Which is exactly what this story is.
He kissed his eyelids.
His nose.
His chin.
He began to slowly move down to his neck.
Then from his neck, to his collarbones.
He began to kiss and suck his right collarbone, leaving a purple mark behind.
Soon enough, his whole chest filled with purple and bite marks.
He carefully and passionately began to lick his neck, in one special spot, creating a love mark-
Hold up, hold up!!!
Who is doing this to who?
Baekhyun to Me....?
Or...Me to Baekhyun?
A chill runs up my spine, as I continue reading the words that are dripping with lust.
They both disturb me and intrigue me.
It's wierd...
And I can't stop blushing and giggling nervously all the while I'm reading.
I feel guilty, and naughty, for even obtaining a book with this stuff written in it...
But...
It pulls me.
I think I understand why everyone reads fanfictions now :
A : Curiousity
B : Impressive writing
C : Everyone is just horny
Yep.
Just horny.
And dirty-minded.
Sorry, but that's the impression I got from all these stories.
But, I'm betting that there are also romantic and adorable stories out there too. Not just 18+ stories.
It just so happens that I found a book that has all the smuttiest stories ever written.
There are probably some better and cleaner fanfictions out there...somewhere.
I sigh, and wipe the sweat from my brow and forehead.
This is making me feel...uncomfortable.
And...
Hot.
Is this what fangirls feel like when they read these kind of stories?
I bet they do.
When he was done, Baekhyun was gasping for air.
So I'm the pervert who's doing this, huh?
Great...that makes me feel so much better about myself.
I chuckle with embarassment and continue reading, despite my burning cheeks.
"Aww...why did you stop?" Baekhyun purred.
"Because I wanted to take it to the next level." Chanyeol whispers with a deep raspy voice.
Baekhyun chuckles sweetly.
"What do you mean...next level?"
Chanyeol answers by shrugging off Baekhyun's pants and boxers.
Baekhyun's body is completely vulnurable to Chanyeol.
"This..." Chanyeol groans and leans down to his-
I slam the book shut, and try to calm down my rapid breathing.
WOAH. Like, WOAH...
I ain't going that far...
My god.
I feel contaminated and like I've been raped or something.
These stories are too...sexy for my taste.
But, I mean, if that's what fans like then...good for them.
But...did they really have to send a book filled with this stories to me?
But....wait.
They did tell me to not read the book...
So...maybe it wasn't meant for me.
And maybe...
I should've listened.
Maybe.
Probably.
I cover my face in my hands, and rub my eyes , jerking my glasses up my forehead.
I let out a frustrated groan, and push the book off my lap, and onto the couch.
It nearly falls off the edge, and onto the floor.
I lean forward and interwine my hands together. I stare at the floor, the words from the book flying around my head.
Forever stuck there.
To haunt me forever.
I sigh.
I need to go for a walk.
I get off the couch, and wobble over to my room, to find something to wear, without giving the book a second glance.
It's a chilly afternoon out in town tonight.
I had to wear a jacket.
My glasses are still resting on my head, but are now accompanied with a loose black beanie hat, that covers my ears and the top of my head.
I enjoy walking out on the town once in a while.
It's pleasant to see all the pretty clothes shops and food stalls out here at night.
The clubs and bars are really welcoming and fun as well.
But, there's nothing like a sweet Bubble Tea to cheer me up.
My favorite flavour is the Banana one.
I stroll up to my regular Bubble Tea Cafe, and the girl behind the counter smiles when she realizes it's me.
"The regular, Chanyeol?" she asks in a kind tone.
I nod and chuckle, "Yes, please, Areum."
"Coming, right up!" she laughs and goes off to make the tea.
I nod and grin sweetly, while I watch her prepare the delicious refreshment.
Suddenly, a rather embarrassing question comes to my head.
Should I ask her?
Will she think I'm a wierdo?
Will she think I'm a pervert?
Will she think I'm paranoid?
Will she think I'm all of the above?
"-yeol! Chanyeol!"
Her voice, snaps me out of my daze.
She's holding out a cup filled with a yellow liquid that has a equally yellow straw, and is smiling at me warmly, as soon as I make eye contact.
"Your drink is ready, silly!" she giggles playfully, but stops when I just stare at her blankly, and with a quite worried expression. "Hey...what's the matter? Did something happen with the guys? You're not yourself today..."
She's worried.
I can tell by her voice.
I shyly grin, and take the drink from her hand, while looking down at the red counter, and measure my chances of insulting her with what I'm about to say...but what the hell?
I gotta know her opinion.
"...Areum? ...do you...by any chance...read...umm...f-fanfiction?" I stutter terribly.
I look up from the counter, and watch as she develops a sly grin on her face.
She places her elbows on the counter, and holds her head up with both her hands, as she looks at me cheekily.
Is she mocking me, or something?
"Why do you ask?" She lifts her right eyebrow up as she speaks.
My face reddens even more than it already has, and I laugh nervously, trying to make myself feel better.
It's not working.
On account that Areum is staring me down, and looks like she's ready to laugh out loud right in my face.
I like her, she's a fun girl to be around...
But sometimes she can be one pain in the ass.
"No reason...j-just curious..." I quietly lie to her.
"Mhm..." she sarcastically nods. "Well...yes I do actually...and I really like it."
She smiles and then looks over at a customer who's beckoning her over.
But before she walks to him, she looks at me with a mischievious grin, and whispers,
"And by the way....you and Baekhyun are sooo cute together...."
And with a side wink, she walks over to the customer.
She nearly made me lose grasp of the cup with my tea, when she said that. I feel kind of sick again.
Is this how's it's gonna be now?
Everytime I think of Baekhyun...
I'll feel flustered and embarassed?
No.
Whatever happened in those stories were all in the fans's heads.
I never kissed Baekhyun.
I never slept with him.
It's just fanfiction.
It's just plain...
Fiction.
But, I can't help but chuckle from nervousness everytime I think of what went on in those stories.
They're pretty....
Unique.
I shake my head, and chuckle at her, while taking my tea, and walking out the cafe's sliding doors.
When I unlock the door of the dorm, and take my shoes and coat off, my ear drums get bombarded with some of the most heart-felt laughter that a bunch of humans ever managed to pull off.
It's the guys.
They're back home.
Oh, they're gonna get it, for leaving me all alone and helpless to one of the most confusing books and fan gifts I've ever gotten.
I stomp into the living room, and find a hilarious sight in front of my eyes :
Suho is holding onto Luhan and Sehun, by their necks and is rocking back and forth with laughter, while they try to keep themselves composed, by covering their mouths with their hands and are secretely bursting out on the inside.
Kai is sitting on the floor, and is banging it with his right palm with every laugh.
Tao is sitting next to him, and is desperately trying to catch his lost breath and everyone else is sprawled all around the couches and kitchen stools, cackling there heads off.
What is so funny?
My thoughts are distracted by this sudden outburst of giggles.
And only one of us can giggle like that.
Baekhyun.
I see him sitting on the rug, next to the edge of the coffee table...
Reading the book...
And laughing....
Ooooh...crap...
He glances over and spots me.
He evolves a face like Cheshire the Cat.
That look brings a nip feeling crawling up my spine.
What does he wants?
Everyone stops chuckling and develops the same face as Baekhyun.
They're glaring at me, like a bunch of wild boars.
Ooooh....crap.
They're gonna pulvurise me.
Baekhyun carefully stands up, and begins to make his way up to me, passing the armchair that Xiumin is lying on, red-faced and all the other guys trying to keep in their chuckles.
You hear a kind of choking sound once in a while, due to the fact that everyone is keeping their laughs ang giggles deep down their lungs.
I start to step backwards and away, slowly, my eyes probably as big as saucepans.
Baekhyun is still coming at me.
Ever so slowly walking up and my heart skips a beat with every single step he gets closer to me.
Which means, my heart hasn't really beaten properly in a while.
I guess that's why I'm a little dizzy, now.
He's finally come face to face with me.
And I finally realise that my back's resting against the main door.
Did I actually back all the way to the entrance, again?
I look down at him, and gulp.
He has a overly elvish face on.
It frightens me, to say the least.
I close my eyes, as I hear his voice breathe out of his lips.
It's mocking and cheerful.
Everyone lets go of their much suppressed laughter, at that point.
The room fills with crazy laughing, out-of-breath laughter and clapping.
Suho even sags off the couch from laughter.
Oh, they read the book, alright.
He's quoting from it.
I turn crimson and push him aside, and while squealing I swarm directly to my room, and slam the door shut.
The last thing I screamed that day was,
Laughs are the only thing that fill that night.
Finally.
Night.
Finally.
I would've collapsed if we had to pull another all-nighter like yesterday...
We'd been practicing Overdose non-stop. All night. All day. And today is the big showcase, for which we spend all the time practicing.
I'm both nervous, but excited too.
I get up from where I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, while thinking, and sit up on the side of it.
I crack my neck from side to side and sigh with satisfaction when it stops being all tense and painful.
I have got to watch how I sleep. I could damage it pretty badly some day.
Oh well, time to get up.
I walk to the bathroom, and look into the mirror, while brushing my brunnete bangs out my eyes.
I look tired, sleep-deprieved. And it's evident how exghausted I feel, on account of the bags building under my eyelids.
I slap myself lightly on each cheek, and then open the sink to give my face a freezing splash of water. I hope that will wake me up.
I then fix my hair a little, and walk out, closing the door behind me.
I step over to my bed-stand and take my dark-rimmed glasses. I'm not wearing my contacts, so I see a bit blurrily.
Glasses are better than nothing. And because, we're having a break day today, I don't bother to get out of my pyjamas.
My old anime-themed pajamas, that a fan ever so sweetly gifted to me.
I like our fans, they're really fenomenal people.
They give us gifts, fan-art, and some awesome home-made foods sometimes. And aside the creepy gifts from some fans, they're all awesome, and we use them and keep them.
They give them to us personally, at events, concerts and fan-meets.
Or sometimes they just mail them to us, and we find gifts at the front of our door.
Most of the time for the whole group, and on some rare occasions, for one member in particular.
Well. I better go and find the guys, see if they want to do anything fun today.
But, if I know them well, they're probably just going to be lazy cats and sleep in the whole day, because of our fatigue from practicing all day long, and gettting a maximum 5 minute break throughout it all.
And on top of practicing, add in concerts, talk-shows, and of course, special guest appearances.
It gets unbarable.
But, this was our dream, so what else to do?
Not that it isn't fun. On the contrary, it's enjoyable.
Meeting new people, idols and important figures in this country.
And of course we all love to dance and sing, so being able to do that for a living, is absolutely perfect.
I walk into the white, plain living room, and see nothing but the T.V, sitting there, on it's own.
Unlike other mornings, where everyone is scrambling and arguing over what to watch.
I go over to the kitchen, expecting to see Kyungsoo, busy making something for the guys to munch on, like every morning...
But no.
Empty.
Where is everyone?
I'm about to go and check everyone's bedrooms, to see if they really are all just lying around and snoring their heads off, when I see a sticky note, cemented flat on the fridge's door.
I stroll over, and yawn, while adjusting my glasses to read the tiny hand-writing.
It reads :
Chanyeol, me and the guys went out for bubble-tea.
We were gonna wake you up to come too, but everytime we tried to do that, you'd try to slap one of us.
So, we decided to let you get some much needed rest.
XOXOXO Baekhyun
Bubble-tea.
They all went out for Bubble-tea...
And they didn't wake me up?!
Jerks...
Well...now that I read it over, it's kinda my fault.
I mean, I wouldn't risk my face getting slapped anymore by a wierd sleepwalker, either.
I'd just leave him alone.
Which is exaclty what they did.
Oh well, I can call them to get me some too, later.
But now I need tea.
Real tea.
I rip the paper off the frigde and crumple it up, and then toss it in the bin, with my right hand. I yawn again, but cover my mouth this time. I run my hands through my hair, and pull my head back as I do, so that I'm staring at the ceiling, yet again.
I let my hands plop to my sides, and then lower my head. I sigh and drag my slippered feet over to the tea cabinet.
I fling open the cabinet and stare at the array of different teas, wondering which one to make.
I pout, and finally settle on some Classic Korean Green Tea. It'll relax me, before my date with the Bubble-Tea that I'm gonna ask for.
I get the kettle and fill it with water at the sink, before sitting it back on it's base, and turning it on.
I hear the machine start to work, and the water start to slightly boil.
I take out the tea bag from the box, and set it down next to the empty tea cup, that's just waiting to be filled with the scorching water.
At that moment, the door bell rang.
I walk over to the door, while scratching the back of my head.
My god, I'm sleepy.
But, I wonder who it is at this time.
I gently open the door, and peek out of it, excpecting to see a member of staff, a fan, something...
But instead, I find myself staring at the white wall, that runs across the building, and up the stairs to get here.
There's not a person in sight.
Was it my imagination?
I know I'm sleepy, but am I sleepy enough to hear things?
Maybe.
I shrug, and begin to close the door.
But an object hooks my eye to the bottom of the door, before I do.
I instantly open it up again, fully awake now.
I gaze at the object that's on the floor.
It's a box.
A small cardboard box, that has different colorful and EXO-themed stamps stuck on it.
It's addressed to me, with big bold red letters on the top that say :
Park Chan Yeol / 에셈 엔터테인멘트 413-830 서울특별시 강남구 압구정동 521 에스엠엔터테인먼트
My name and the address of this very SM Building I'm standing in right now.
Oh...it must be fan-mail.
I sigh and reach down to pick it up.
I curl my fingers round the bottom of the small box, and lift it up, finding it incredibly light.
It's too light to be a lot of fan-mail.
Maybe one or two letters...
Should I wait for the guys to come, so that we can open it together?
But...it is addressed to me.
So, that means it's just for me.
I'll open it myself.
I walk back inside, and close the door behind me, with my right foot.
I'm curious as to what's inside this cute box.
I stroll over to the silver coffee table and set it down.
I proceed to stare at it with a slight pout, and furrowed eyebrows, trying to figure out if I have X-ray vision or not.
But the more I stare at it, the more confused I get.
I'll know when I lay back on the couch, and open it.
I huff and go and pour the forgotten boiling water from the kettle into the pretty black tea cup.
I add the green tea bag, and a teaspoon of honey.
I grin, and take the cup with me to the coffee table.
I set it next to the box, and then plunk down on the fluffy white couch.
I take the cup back in both my hands, and sip the tea thoughtfully, while watching the box.
When I finally convince my brain to betray the guys, and open it up by myself, I set the half-druken tea down, and pick up the box.
I lay it on my lap, and try to figure out from where to open it.
It doesn't seem to have any instructions anywhere.
I start to turn it a round with my hands, to find some sort of opening.
I look at it in every single angle and side I can.
But, I can't find any sort of line or score, indicating an opening.
In the end, I plonk it back on the table and huff with frustration.
I have to go get a knife to open it.
If the fans want me to read their letters, then why do they make it so hard to open the box? At this rate, I'm just gonna give up on reading them.
But alas my curiosity.
I want to know what's in it. Because when it's in a box, it's usually some type of food, or art.
And I like both of those.
So, bring it on, box!!!
I'm gonna open you up, even if it takes all day...
I get up, march to the kitchen. I open a drawer, and grab a knife out of it.
I walk back over to the living room, and plop back on the couch, immediately grabbing the box and stabbing it with the knife, at the top of it.
Right in between the red writing. The knife sinks through it like butter.
Yes! I breathe a sigh of relief, continuing the knife's journey down the box's top, all the way from the middle, down to the right side of it. And then down the left.
I finally opened it up. YES!!
I swing my hands in the air happily, while still holding the knife.
Remembering that's dangerous, I gingerly put the knife back on to the silver-wooded coffee table, and pull apart the two openings of the box, to reveal...
Bubble-wrap.
DAMMIT.
I groan in frustration, and just take the bubble-wrapped thing out of the box.
I start to claw at the wrap, trying to get as much of it off, as possible. It's not easy, and the sounds that are coming off of it, is like someone scratching a balloon. I hate that sound. Which is why I hate getting bubble-wrap off of things.
But oh well..
I just have to grin and stomach it, till' I get the thing that's wrapped up inside free.
After about 10 minutes of battling with bubble-wrap, using my fingers and the knife, occasionally, I finally get the object free.
It's a book.
A delicate, pretty book. It has a petite-looking pink cloth cover, that has cherry-blossom embroidery sewn into it.
It's a good sized book, with a lot of pages.
It's fuzzy to the touch. I like it.
But, why would they send me a book?
I frown, thinking why they would possibly send me a book. They've never done that before.
Eventually, I just shrug, and lean behind on the couch, till' my whole back is engulfed into the fluffy whiteness of it.
I smile excitedly, and open up the delightfully cute book.
It's hard cover.
The pages are the exact same pink as the cover.
The first page reads in dainty, pretty pink writing :
Story NO.1
Ooh...it's a story book.
I love stories!
I lean back into the couch some more, and hug my tea and knees to my chest, getting comfortable for a good read.
I turn to the next page, eagerly wanting the story to begin.
Here we go.
First page.
Bells chime. Songs play all around Seoul, giving a nice atmosphere, this Christmas Day.
A small group of girls come to the door, and they knock on it.
Oh, goodie, a Christmas story!! I love Christmas!! I have to send the fans my love, for sending me this book.
I quickly grab my phone, and send a quick thank you, to my followers, with a photo of the book attached, on my Twitter account.
Perfect.
I snuggle into the couch, with a happy smile.
I continue reading.
The eldest of the group of friends, Chanyeol, gets up, and opens the door to the group of girls.
Oh...it's a story about...
Me?
Is this...
Fanfiction?
Did they make me a book with fanfiction stories?
COOL!!!
I always wanted to read fanfiction!!!
I continue reading the story. It's a really cute story, about me and the guys, on Christmas Eve. We go shopping, and have a Christmas meal, with the fire-place and everything. It's a really heart-warming story. I'm enjoying it.
The fans have good imagination, and they're really good at writing.
I must admit, I'm very impressed.
It's so sweet of them to send me a book full of all these cute stories. I love it already, and I'm just on the first story.
But, I'm interrupted from my reading, by the constant vibration coming from my phone.
I don't know if someone's calling me or texting me. But I'm not bothered to reach over to the table and unlock it to see. I'm too interested in this adorable book. And plus, that would mean, getting out of my comfortable position on the couch.
But at some point, the constant buzzing and flashing of the blue notification light, got me annoyed, and I couldn't concentrate on the story.
So I grouchily and rather lazily, reached over and opened up my phone.
I carefully, lay the book on my side on the couch. I didn't want anything bad to happen to it. I was already 5 pages in, and I really wanted to continue reading it.
I sigh and slide down on the couch, until half my body is dangling of. But because I have long legs, they keep me in place.
I open my phone's notification panel, wanting to get this over with.
I see that, I have...
No messages.
No missed calls.
But, I do have, a lot of...Twitter Notifications...?
About 2000 to be exact.
And the number just keeps growing.
Why?
Are the fans replying to my tweet?
I open up my Twitter, and see a whole bunch of messages, by fans.
But instead of seeing a lot of 'your welcomes' and 'our pleasure Chanyeol oppa' or something like that, at least, I see something from a complete different world.
National and International fans are all telling me the same thing :
DON'T READ THAT BOOK.
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T READ THAT BOOK.
But, why?
I already started reading it, and I love it.
Why shouldn't I read it?
It's too late now anyways.
I just shrug it off, and throw my phone on the couch, while picking the book up and continuing the story that I was so enjoying.
There's nothing wrong with it. Plus, they must've sent it so that I do read it, right?
Why else would they send it? That's stupid.
It's such a cute and innocent book, full of equally cute stories.
But as I continue to read the rest of the story, I realise what's the reason to panic about this book.
The rest continues something like this :
The mistletoe was hanging in the air.
It was held by the pretty Baekhyun.
He beckoned Chanyeol over.
He crawled over to his lover on his knees, and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Me?
Crawl over...to Baekhyun?
On my...knees?
What sick universe is this?
Baekhyun then held the mistletoe high up above both their heads, and whispered into Chanyeol's ear,
"Kiss me? Please?"
Chanyeol slowly nods, and then lustfully kisses the violet-haired boy's lips, licking them as he slowly moves into his mouth.
At this point, I can't even get my jaw to close back up again...
I...
WHAT?!!!
I feel kind of sick...
I cover my eyes and try to take deep breaths, so that I don't have a heart attack.
I take about 4 deep breaths, and then for some reason...
Continue reading...
Do I like the feeling of pain or something?
I guess I'm just curious...
Scared out of my pants, but curious.
"Bedroom?" Baekhyun passionately whispers, out of breath from the last lustful kiss he just endured.
"Yeah, baby...your's or mine?" Chanyeol cheekily asks.
It better be his...
Cause, I ain't having that kind of junk going on in my bedroom.
I can't stand this story...
But, for some reason...
I can't seem to stop reading.
I wanna see how far the fans can go.
"Mine....I wanna have the memories..." Chanyeol says while breathing into Baekhyn's mouth.
Well, damn.
They both walk up the stairs drunkedly. The second they get to Chanyeol's bed, he pushes Baekhyun onto the bed, and begins to take off his sexy black-leather jacket and pants. It's skin-tight, but he somehow gets it off.
He stares in awe, at Baekhyun's beautiful bare milk-white skin.
"Wow...can I...?" He asks while slightly blushing.
"Can you what?" Baekhyun asks with playful eyes.
"Touch..it?" Chanyeol asks shyly, but with a wanting look.
"Of course..." Baekhyun nods, and spreads his arms and legs apart. He then whispers, "I'm all your's..."
Chanyeol starts to attack Baekhyun's chest with bites and kisses, while Baekhyun moans with pleasure.
"Chanyeol~" His moans are heard throughout the room.
"No..no...call me...daddy~ Ok?" Chanyeol whispers through every bite.
Oh. My. God.
What. The. HELL?
How dirty-minded are these fans?
Listen, I know that I am an OTP with Baekhyun, but I never actually bothered with fanfictions. Fact is, I never read one in my life.
Is this what they picture us like?
In bed?
Having...sex?
Me and my best friend?
But...we're just friends....
Why would fans want it to be otherwise?
Sure, we get a bit close together, but that's only because Baekhyun is really close to my heart.
He's my bestest friend.
That's all.
And I know that this is all fanfiction...
But I can't help but feel a little violated.
And kind of insulted...
But also, a little...
Curious.
I wonder what happens with the Chanyeol and Baekhyun in the story?
Are all the stories just straight out porn?
Or are there one or two, 'good' stories?
I quickly close my mouth back up, and put my gaze back down to the book that was on my lap, instead of the wall, that I was staring at and blushing for a couple of minutes, shocked by the story.
My heart's relaxed now.
A bit.
Well, it's moved back to it's rightful place at least.
Because all the while I was reading, it was stuck way up my throat, and nose, I think.
I was actually close to having a nose-bleed.
I start to flip through the book's pages, hoping my finger will stop on a good story.
But instead it stops on the worst one yet.
Story NO.38
At first, it starts off as a sweet story, between a friend and his classmate and buddy of 4 years. Kind of like me and Baekhyn.
Oh, yeah, this story is with me and Baekhyun as well.
I think they all are, actually.
But, I'm too panic-striken to read through the other stories.
In fact I really don't want to read any of them, just in case they're all...
Well...
Sex oriented.
Couldn't they just have given me a book full of cute, friendship stories instead?
Or if they had to make it a book with love stories, couldn't they be sweet, candy-coated sort of stories?
Instead of straight sex-first stories?
Because I like Romance. If it's written well, that is. But, I'm not very fond of these kind of porn-related stories.
Sure, there can be sex, but after some development of the love story, not just banging straight from the beginning.
Which is exactly what this story is.
He kissed his eyelids.
His nose.
His chin.
He began to slowly move down to his neck.
Then from his neck, to his collarbones.
He began to kiss and suck his right collarbone, leaving a purple mark behind.
Soon enough, his whole chest filled with purple and bite marks.
He carefully and passionately began to lick his neck, in one special spot, creating a love mark-
Hold up, hold up!!!
Who is doing this to who?
Baekhyun to Me....?
Or...Me to Baekhyun?
A chill runs up my spine, as I continue reading the words that are dripping with lust.
They both disturb me and intrigue me.
It's wierd...
And I can't stop blushing and giggling nervously all the while I'm reading.
I feel guilty, and naughty, for even obtaining a book with this stuff written in it...
But...
It pulls me.
I think I understand why everyone reads fanfictions now :
A : Curiousity
B : Impressive writing
C : Everyone is just horny
Yep.
Just horny.
And dirty-minded.
Sorry, but that's the impression I got from all these stories.
But, I'm betting that there are also romantic and adorable stories out there too. Not just 18+ stories.
It just so happens that I found a book that has all the smuttiest stories ever written.
There are probably some better and cleaner fanfictions out there...somewhere.
I sigh, and wipe the sweat from my brow and forehead.
This is making me feel...uncomfortable.
And...
Hot.
Is this what fangirls feel like when they read these kind of stories?
I bet they do.
When he was done, Baekhyun was gasping for air.
So I'm the pervert who's doing this, huh?
Great...that makes me feel so much better about myself.
I chuckle with embarassment and continue reading, despite my burning cheeks.
"Aww...why did you stop?" Baekhyun purred.
"Because I wanted to take it to the next level." Chanyeol whispers with a deep raspy voice.
Baekhyun chuckles sweetly.
"What do you mean...next level?"
Chanyeol answers by shrugging off Baekhyun's pants and boxers.
Baekhyun's body is completely vulnurable to Chanyeol.
"This..." Chanyeol groans and leans down to his-
I slam the book shut, and try to calm down my rapid breathing.
WOAH. Like, WOAH...
I ain't going that far...
My god.
I feel contaminated and like I've been raped or something.
These stories are too...sexy for my taste.
But, I mean, if that's what fans like then...good for them.
But...did they really have to send a book filled with this stories to me?
But....wait.
They did tell me to not read the book...
So...maybe it wasn't meant for me.
And maybe...
I should've listened.
Maybe.
Probably.
I cover my face in my hands, and rub my eyes , jerking my glasses up my forehead.
I let out a frustrated groan, and push the book off my lap, and onto the couch.
It nearly falls off the edge, and onto the floor.
I lean forward and interwine my hands together. I stare at the floor, the words from the book flying around my head.
Forever stuck there.
To haunt me forever.
I sigh.
I need to go for a walk.
I get off the couch, and wobble over to my room, to find something to wear, without giving the book a second glance.
It's a chilly afternoon out in town tonight.
I had to wear a jacket.
My glasses are still resting on my head, but are now accompanied with a loose black beanie hat, that covers my ears and the top of my head.
I enjoy walking out on the town once in a while.
It's pleasant to see all the pretty clothes shops and food stalls out here at night.
The clubs and bars are really welcoming and fun as well.
But, there's nothing like a sweet Bubble Tea to cheer me up.
My favorite flavour is the Banana one.
I stroll up to my regular Bubble Tea Cafe, and the girl behind the counter smiles when she realizes it's me.
"The regular, Chanyeol?" she asks in a kind tone.
I nod and chuckle, "Yes, please, Areum."
"Coming, right up!" she laughs and goes off to make the tea.
I nod and grin sweetly, while I watch her prepare the delicious refreshment.
Suddenly, a rather embarrassing question comes to my head.
Should I ask her?
Will she think I'm a wierdo?
Will she think I'm a pervert?
Will she think I'm paranoid?
Will she think I'm all of the above?
"-yeol! Chanyeol!"
Her voice, snaps me out of my daze.
She's holding out a cup filled with a yellow liquid that has a equally yellow straw, and is smiling at me warmly, as soon as I make eye contact.
"Your drink is ready, silly!" she giggles playfully, but stops when I just stare at her blankly, and with a quite worried expression. "Hey...what's the matter? Did something happen with the guys? You're not yourself today..."
She's worried.
I can tell by her voice.
I shyly grin, and take the drink from her hand, while looking down at the red counter, and measure my chances of insulting her with what I'm about to say...but what the hell?
I gotta know her opinion.
"...Areum? ...do you...by any chance...read...umm...f-fanfiction?" I stutter terribly.
I look up from the counter, and watch as she develops a sly grin on her face.
She places her elbows on the counter, and holds her head up with both her hands, as she looks at me cheekily.
Is she mocking me, or something?
"Why do you ask?" She lifts her right eyebrow up as she speaks.
My face reddens even more than it already has, and I laugh nervously, trying to make myself feel better.
It's not working.
On account that Areum is staring me down, and looks like she's ready to laugh out loud right in my face.
I like her, she's a fun girl to be around...
But sometimes she can be one pain in the ass.
"No reason...j-just curious..." I quietly lie to her.
"Mhm..." she sarcastically nods. "Well...yes I do actually...and I really like it."
She smiles and then looks over at a customer who's beckoning her over.
But before she walks to him, she looks at me with a mischievious grin, and whispers,
"And by the way....you and Baekhyun are sooo cute together...."
And with a side wink, she walks over to the customer.
She nearly made me lose grasp of the cup with my tea, when she said that. I feel kind of sick again.
Is this how's it's gonna be now?
Everytime I think of Baekhyun...
I'll feel flustered and embarassed?
No.
Whatever happened in those stories were all in the fans's heads.
I never kissed Baekhyun.
I never slept with him.
It's just fanfiction.
It's just plain...
Fiction.
But, I can't help but chuckle from nervousness everytime I think of what went on in those stories.
They're pretty....
Unique.
I shake my head, and chuckle at her, while taking my tea, and walking out the cafe's sliding doors.
When I unlock the door of the dorm, and take my shoes and coat off, my ear drums get bombarded with some of the most heart-felt laughter that a bunch of humans ever managed to pull off.
It's the guys.
They're back home.
Oh, they're gonna get it, for leaving me all alone and helpless to one of the most confusing books and fan gifts I've ever gotten.
I stomp into the living room, and find a hilarious sight in front of my eyes :
Suho is holding onto Luhan and Sehun, by their necks and is rocking back and forth with laughter, while they try to keep themselves composed, by covering their mouths with their hands and are secretely bursting out on the inside.
Kai is sitting on the floor, and is banging it with his right palm with every laugh.
Tao is sitting next to him, and is desperately trying to catch his lost breath and everyone else is sprawled all around the couches and kitchen stools, cackling there heads off.
What is so funny?
My thoughts are distracted by this sudden outburst of giggles.
And only one of us can giggle like that.
Baekhyun.
I see him sitting on the rug, next to the edge of the coffee table...
Reading the book...
And laughing....
Ooooh...crap...
He glances over and spots me.
He evolves a face like Cheshire the Cat.
That look brings a nip feeling crawling up my spine.
What does he wants?
Everyone stops chuckling and develops the same face as Baekhyun.
They're glaring at me, like a bunch of wild boars.
Ooooh....crap.
They're gonna pulvurise me.
Baekhyun carefully stands up, and begins to make his way up to me, passing the armchair that Xiumin is lying on, red-faced and all the other guys trying to keep in their chuckles.
You hear a kind of choking sound once in a while, due to the fact that everyone is keeping their laughs ang giggles deep down their lungs.
I start to step backwards and away, slowly, my eyes probably as big as saucepans.
Baekhyun is still coming at me.
Ever so slowly walking up and my heart skips a beat with every single step he gets closer to me.
Which means, my heart hasn't really beaten properly in a while.
I guess that's why I'm a little dizzy, now.
He's finally come face to face with me.
And I finally realise that my back's resting against the main door.
Did I actually back all the way to the entrance, again?
I look down at him, and gulp.
He has a overly elvish face on.
It frightens me, to say the least.
I close my eyes, as I hear his voice breathe out of his lips.
"Chanyeol...call me daddy~ Cause' I ain't gonna call you...ok?"
It's mocking and cheerful.
Everyone lets go of their much suppressed laughter, at that point.
The room fills with crazy laughing, out-of-breath laughter and clapping.
Suho even sags off the couch from laughter.
Oh, they read the book, alright.
He's quoting from it.
I turn crimson and push him aside, and while squealing I swarm directly to my room, and slam the door shut.
The last thing I screamed that day was,
"I SHOULD'VE NEVER READ THAT BOOK!!!"
Laughs are the only thing that fill that night.
Finally.
Night.
Notes
My thoughts of how things could have gone down...what do u think? How do you think Chanyeol would've reacted? Don't hesitate to comment down below, I'm curious to see your thoughts on the matter!! GOMAWO!!! ^3^
Lol I can't stop laughing
10/11/20