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exobyharu · 4 years

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PCY - Ch7

I just googled this gif and dug real deep. I’m sorry idk who the owner is :(

Chapter 7 - How many kittens?

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)

Summary: PCY obsesses, Junmyeon is suspicious, Jongdae is loud, and you’re not answering your phone. PCY’s sister discovers that you’re her cousin as of today.

⏰ 8:14 PM 🌏 SM Entertainment headquarters 🌝12 It’s a full moon and maybe that’s why 👥 YN, Park Chanyeol, Byun Baekhyun, Kim Junmyeon, Kim Jongin, Kim Jongdae, Park Yoora

Notes: The series is not dead! I’m sorry to those waiting. Update soon! Happy Holidays!

Words: ~1,500

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“Biscotti Girl in the pictures… @real__pcy’s dear cousin is so popular! #chanyeol #biscotti #celebritti #confetti #spaghetti”

There were a hundred thousand retweets in eight hours. Where did Baekyun say he was going again? Because Chanyeol was thinking of tossing that jackhole’s damned phone into the trash, right after pushing its owner down the stairs first.

He was no longer summoned to the main office and that was something to be thankful for. But here he was, stuck in a random conference room, all by himself, and analyzing every possible way to get you out of the highly inconvenient picture that he’d put together to save his ass. He could not reach you – you were not picking up – and frankly, it was not your obligation to do so. This had you, leaving him staring out into a picture window that overlooked the busy boulevard outside.

There was only one word he could think of whenever he thought of you, and that was intensity. With you, he would always find himself in an intense argument or stuck in an intensely problematic situation, and without you, he would be just like he was right now – bothered by such intensities, all the while, intensely worried about what to do with himself and his thoughts.

Not cool, YN. Not cool.

He just wanted to fix things, but the last look he got from you made it painfully obvious that he achieved the exact opposite. You were avoiding him, and maybe it was for the better. Besides, there seemed to be nothing else he could do but pray for everyone to let the incident go. He hoped that you at least liked the free haircut from his stylist, as much as he hoped that it did the job in keeping your identity further from discovery.

He could not get it out of his mind. One problem that still bothered him was how you would keep yourself from being discovered, especially since the photographs had almost half of your face displayed to the public. What if your friends saw the photographs? And co-workers? Would you lie about being his cousin, too? How would you lie to your family about that?

And then there was the question about the flowers. He sent you, his alleged cousin, ten dozens of pink roses. What kind of distant cousin does that? Chanyeol’s lack of an alibi frustrated him, the only silver lining being: at least the roses weren’t red.

He was abruptly reminded of the way Junmyeon’s eye kept twitching as he told him about you. Their leader was suspicious and that was an understatement. He also knew that even Yixing’s brief DM asking how are you? was him, lowkey asking what the hell is going on? The odds were certainly against him. Even Sehun was giving him the stink eye.

Along with his own self-doubt, he decided to head out. Maybe a short walk and some fresh city air would make his worries lessen.

It did not.

A couple of hours later, the sight of the rest of EXO’s members gathered for a company-catered dinner was not comforting to see. Standing by the door, he looked around and caught a few staff members sharing a small table in the far corner of the conference room. This was in celebration of what again? The thought passed him by as soon as he saw, gathered at the center table, were all of the questioning faces that he least wanted to entertain.

Seven handsome faces, one whose perfect teeth Chanyeol wanted to punch in. His pal, Baekhyun, always finding creative ways to fuck things up for fun. When he met his eyes, the singer even had this insufferable are you proud of me look, written all over his face. He thought that it was time for this little shit to say his prayers because he was going to dig a–

“CHANYEOL-AH! COME BY TO FINALLY TELL US ABOUT YOUR COUSIN?”

In slow motion, Chanyeol’s head turned to face the owner of the voice that came from the opposite side of the table. The thing about Jongdae is that he is, ninety percent of the time, blamelessly loud. But the fact that he had to be among the most sincere people that he knew made it impossible to hate the guy. Consequently, it made it even more painfully annoying for Chanyeol. How thoughtful of Jongdae to put it out there just like that. Certainly what he needed right now was to be greeted by an ever-cheerful face when all he wanted was to brood over dinner.

Fuck this.

He left the room immediately.

Universe, one point. Chanyeol, zero.

And still no answer from you. He deserved this, he supposed. It was funny how one little mistake led to consequences that were way out of proportion. He realized that it was only actually funny until he was in trouble.

He took the stairs back to the third floor and to the conference room where you waited for him earlier that day. It was the same venue that Junmyeon eventually chose to broadcast live. Chanyeol’s cameos finally proved useful. Who knew that acting would end up actually saving his life one day?

“Yah! Cut it out! She’s just my cousin!” He remembered how his insides churned with his twisted lie. It was Junmyeon’s idea to hold a live stream with Jongin, and fish for comments so they could appear to address the issue incidentally in front of thousands of online viewers. They did not have to wait long. Ninety percent of the comments were downright all about it.

“You heard it. So what is everyone going crazy about, hm?” their leader teased, while Jongin in the background was bouncing on his seat, trying to contain his bout of giggles because of a pun he could not wait to deliver.

“It’s called Obsession, Hyung! Right? They’re obsessed!!”

That, along with other horrible puns from Jongin, happened in this room. He found himself glaring at the huge wall clock and wondering what you were doing at eight in the evening. It had been eight hours since you left. It did not sit well with him to not know how you were. Neither was it clear to him why it mattered so much – why you mattered so much. You were too quick to drop him, and he ought to do the same.

And yet… He clenched his teeth – a form of self-reprimand – while reminding himself what he was made of.

Determination. He was made of determination.

And he was going to have a method to this insanity: He was going to give himself one night of being a slave to his foolishness. Tomorrow, he was going to stop thinking about you. And screw the song. He was going to write another one. So he did not have single output after being away for a couple of weeks. It was no big deal. At this point, what was the worst that could happen?

In the middle of counting today’s misfortunes, his phone finally rang. He nearly dropped it when he frantically fished it out from his pocket. His hopes declared that it had to be you. His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw that it was not.

It was not the call he had been waiting for. In fact, in that moment, he realized that it was the call he dreaded most to receive.

It was his older sister.

“A little bird told me something today,” she started in a singsong voice. As if they were still children, she used the same tone to this day whenever she had something that she could use as leverage against him.

Chanyeol pressed his face to his palms. Of course. He ought to worry about his own family first. He was no stranger to his sister’s ways. This was going to be a brief, but exhausting conversation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answered, which made it plenty obvious that he knew exactly what she was talking about. She gave him the benefit of the doubt, though. This one’s just her classic style of interrogation.

“I’m talking about Biscotti Girl, of course. Or are you going to tell me that the guy in the photos isn’t you?”

How he wished he could tell her that and mean it. He told her anyway. “The guy in the photos isn’t me,” he copied sheepishly. She knew that he was begging her to let him be.

“It’s okay, little brother. You can talk to me anytime, okay? Trust me. I can understand girls better than you.” Again, this was her line whenever she thought he was having girl problems.

“It’s not what you think,” he reasoned. But she was not listening.

“I just wish that sometimes, you’d send me some flowers too.”

“Ya! I said it’s not even like that!”

“But don’t worry. I’m always on your side.”

“Would you listen to me?!”

She would not. “Consider it my apology for crashing your car. I love you!”

After finishing what seemed like a monologue, she ended the call without hearing him out at all. Younger brothers were supposed to annoy their older sisters. How many kittens did he leave in the rain in his past life to deserve the opposite?

💙💙💙 - to be continued -

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brokemultidotexe · 5 years

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Unexpected Hero | PCY

↬ Pairing: Chanyeol x OC [Jia]

↬ Summary: Jia reached out to her best friend in her time of need but never expected Chanyeol to be the one to save her instead.

↬ Word Count: 3.2k

↬ Warning: None

↬ Genre: Friendship/Fluff

↬ Part: ONESHOT

You used to call me on my cell phone

Late night when you need my love

Call me on my cell phone

Late night when you need my love

And I know when that hotline bling

Chanyeol groaned trying to figure out where that god awful song was coming from. He sat up from the couch where he had passed out after having spent his first week back home with Baekhyun and Sehun.

Ever since I left the city,

You got a reputation for yourself now

Everybody knows and I feel left out

Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out

'Cause ever since I left the city

"Shut up" he groaned. Chanyeol rubbed his eyes trying rub the sleep out of them. He saw Jia's phone buzzing and blaring that horrible song. He would have to remember to change it once he grabbed his shit and went in his room. He stood up and gave it one last glare but his eyes zoned in on the name on the screen. Jia never called this late. He glanced down the hall at Daeun's room. She was asleep before he even came home. He walked over to the coffee table and grabbed it.

"Hey Jia, Dae-"

"He's such an asshole, I hate him. Remind me never to date again. Doesn't matter how perfect you think they are, all guys are pigs! Can you come get me?" Chanyeol could hear sobs between her slurred words.

"Jia? Are you okay?"

He heard silence on the other end other than sniffs every few seconds. "Chanyeol?"

"Yeah. Daeun’s asleep, but let me go wake her up." Chanyeol started towards Daeun’s room.

"No! It's fine. Don't wake her up. I can find a ride." He heard Jia trying her best attempt at steadying her voice but he could tell that she was crying and drunk.

"Where are you?" Chanyeol was already grabbing his keys and locking the door on his way out to his truck. She wouldn't answer but he could hear what sounded like shoes scraping over what he assumed was a sidewalk, or worse, a road. "Jia, don't you dare walk home. Tell me where you are!" His frustration evident.

She sighed finally relenting "Hoseok’s" she mumbled out an address.

"For the love of God just stay put, I'm on my way." Chanyeol climbed in his truck tossing his sister's phone into the passenger seat. He pulled away from the curb and was heading out to get Jia already going over the speed limit in hopes that she didn't decide to start being a dumbass and walk home at three in the morning. He put the address into the GPS on his phone. Luckily this dude's house was only 10 minutes away.

Chanyeol pulled up and saw Jia sitting on the curb in front of what was obviously a house party. He climbed out of his truck and walked over to her, "Jia?" her head popped up and Chanyeol could see the crushed look on her face. The tear stains and how she looked just as vulnerable as she had when her father died three years ago. He had known Jia for twelve years and the one thing he knew is that Jia didn't cry. He closed the space between them and sat down beside her. "Wanna talk about it?"

Jia shook her head; she didn't want to spill her dirty laundry to Daeun’s brother. While she'd known Chanyeol almost as long as her best friend, he annoyed the shit out of her. They bickered all the time to the point it drove Daeun insane. He'd been gone for the last 3 years for college which meant peace in the Park house. "No. I just want to go home." Jia went to stand up but stumbled right into Chanyeol as he stood up with her.

"Careful there." He muttered. "I'm not sure you want to be going home completely trashed. Just like you, your mother is a force to reckoned with and I don't feel like having to explain to her why I'm dropping you off while you're drunk off your ass."

"She's not home." She never was any more. Not that Jia really minded. Since her dad died whatever relationship she had with her mother died with him.

Chanyeol nodded and put his hand on her lower back guiding her to his truck. "Jia!" Chanyeol turned at the sound of her name. He looked the guy up and down as he ran over to them. He felt Jia shrink into his side as the guy made an attempt to grab her hand.

"Whoa dude. Who the fuck are you?" Chanyeol's protective instincts kicked into gear as he pulled Jia’s elbow gently until she was behind him.

"I'm her boyfriend." Chanyeol made the connection. This was the guy Jia had been dating for the last two years. He'd never met the guy but he had heard in passing how perfect he was which just irritated Chanyeol. He wanted to tell Daeun and Jia that no guy was perfect, they were all the same. They were all after one thing at that age.

"Fuck off Hoseok." Jia words were slurred but they had enough malice in them to make the guy flinch.

"Jia just let me explain!" Chanyeol was looking between them cautiously watching the exchange ready to pull Jia out of the situation and into the truck if it escalated.

"What's left to explain?! You've had a girlfriend for the last six years and you failed to mention this in the two years we were together? Not only that but I had to find out in front of EVERYONE as she practically shoved her tongue down your throat!" Jia stumbled but Chanyeol caught her arm to steady her.

"Don't touch her!"

Chanyeol raised an eyebrow to this Hoseok guy. "Excuse me?"

"I said don't touch her." Chanyeol heard the threat in the guy's voice but tried his best not to laugh in his face. If the guy even thought of trying something he would lay his ass out. "Who the hell are you anyways? You need to leave." He watched as the guy tried to reach for Jia again.

Chanyeol's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, "Unless you want me to break your wrist you better keep your hands to yourself." The guy pulled his arm away looking at Chanyeol. He could tell that the guy was sizing him up and at this point seeing Jia so distraught and hearing what this guy did he would love for the guy to give him any excuse to beat his face until he was unrecognizable.

"Jia." she heard the pleading in his voice but she felt nothing. She felt numb to his requests and advances. All she felt was shame and anger. She felt shame for ever giving him the time of day and letting him humiliate her on their graduation night. But the anger was the one thing completely rushing through her veins.

"Stop!" Her eyes glaring at Hoseok. She was drunk and her world was spinning but at this point she didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or because the guy she loved turned her world upside down.

"Jia just say the word." Chanyeol whispered to her and their eyes connected.

"Take me home." She mumbled.

Chanyeol nodded and put his hand on her lower back again to lead her to the car. She still couldn't walk for shit and he wasn't about to let her eat it on the sidewalk.

"You're going to let some stranger take you home? You're better than that Jia. Don't sleep with some prick who only wants a night to take advantage of you because you're mad at me. Just stay here. I'll leave you alone, but don't leave with him. I don't trust him."

Jia spun around wobbling a little bit but Chanyeol caught that look in her eyes. She had closed the space between herself and Hoseok and her hand connected with his face causing him to stumble and look at her with wide eyes. Jia was going back for seconds her anger taking over. Chanyeol caught her by the hips with his arms holding her back as she was screaming at Hoseok and trying to get away from his hold.

"Fuck you Hoseok! I don't just sleep with anyone! It took me a year until I would sleep with you and it fucking sucked! And you want to bitch about trust? I've known Chanyeol for 12 years!" Jia was spitting angry and Chanyeol was having a hard time keeping her from pummeling this guy's face in.

"Alright, babe." The term of endearment slipped out as he grunted, he started dragging her to his truck. For a girl so tiny the strength she had when she was mad surprised Chanyeol.

Jia ended up breaking away from his grip and he managed to grab her wrist before she could continue what she had started. "Chanyeol let me go! I want to kick his ass!"

Chanyeol sighed and ended up picking her up and just throwing her over his shoulder, "Well I don't feel like bailing your ass out of jail." He set her down in front of the passenger door to his truck and pulled it open. "Get in the truck." It wasn't a request it was an order.

"God dammit Jia! Just listen to me! I didn't even know she would show up!"

Chanyeol turned around and pushed Hoseok back, "If you don't back the hell off I'm going to finish what she started and I don't mind spending a night in jail for putting you in your place." Chanyeol's temper was rising. The guy was relentless and it was obvious that Jia wanted nothing to do with him. Hoseok was rushing forward and pushed Chanyeol into the passenger door forcing it closed barely missing Jia's leg as she pulled herself into the truck. Chanyeol snapped. He grabbed Hoseok by his shirt and slammed him against the side of the truck. "I'm going to say this once and only once. You stay the fuck away from Jia. Don't touch her, don't call her, hell don't even think about her. I will end your sorry ass if I find out you even look in her direction. This is the only warning you're going to get." Chanyeol pushed the guy from his truck towards his house causing him to trip on the curb and fall on his ass. Chanyeol shot him a glare before walking around the front of his truck climbing inside.

Jia was staring at Chanyeol with her mouth open. She had never seen him lose control. Sure she had heard about it before, but she'd never witnessed it. The whole interaction with him and Hoseok surprised her. After Chanyeol had put her in the car her energy evaporated. Now she was tired and she just wanted to go home. She kept her eyes forward when Chanyeol got in the truck not wanting to make eye contact with Hoseok. She felt the truck lurch forward before pulling away from the curb shooting out into the street.

Chanyeol had gotten Jia home and while she told him that he could go home he insisted on staying. She wasn't going to argue. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to be alone. So they ended up out in her backyard by the pool with a fire going in the fire pit. She had her feet tucked underneath her and ended up spacing out while looking at the flames.

Chanyeol was looking at Jia. He wanted to make it better but he knew only time could heal wounds like this. He'd been watching her for 10 minutes and she never moved she just continued to stare into the fire. "Jia?" Jia's eyes flicked up to his. "You know you deserve better right?"

The softness in Chanyeol's voice took her by surprise. Part of her was still trying to understand the outburst Chanyeol had at Hoseok’s. She knew he wasn't a complete asshole and he would have stuck up for any girl, but he had lost all composure. He could normally keep himself passive in most situations and she'd heard about how once he hits his breaking point he blows his top. "Why?"

Chanyeol looked at her like she'd grown three heads, "Why what? Why you deserve better?"

"No. Why did you do that back there?"

"Because no one deserves to be talked to like that or treated like that; I would have done the same for Daeun." He shrugged.

"I guess I'll always be your little sister's best friend. I don't need a big brother Chanyeol." she mumbled.

Chanyeol ran his hand over his tired face. "I know you don't. I'm not here as a big brother. You have never needed anyone to stand up for you; you have always given everyone a run for their money. Why do you think we fight so much? You're stubborn as hell and you put me in my place. You're my sister's age, yet you're smarter than most people I go to school with. You know just how to get under my skin and annoy me. You may annoy the shit out of me, but I'm not your brother. I respect you Jia and it's time for a guy to do the same for you. That they see all the things I see in you. You're beautiful and smart. You keep me on my toes and you're sarcastic and while some may not appreciate that, I do. You deserve someone that knows what they have when they've got it."

Jia was speechless. She had no idea what to say. She never would have guessed that he even paid attention to anything about her other than she was his annoying sister's best friend. "Thanks Chanyeol." It came out as a whisper.

Chanyeol leaned forward with his arms on his knees, "Look I may not be able to take the pain away, but I know something that might make you feel a little better." Jia raised an eyebrow. "You're one of those girls that keep all those memories with boyfriends in a box or some shit, right?" Jia's face got hot and she was so glad that the only light was the flicker from the flames.

She wasn't sure she wanted to answer him but he stayed there looking at her waiting for an answer. She slowly nodded.

"Excellent. Go get it."

"What?!" Jia sat up fully untucking her feet and placing them on the ground.

"Do you trust me?" Jia slowly nodded her head again, "Then go get the damn box and let's get this therapy session started."

Chanyeol waited as Jia walked inside and got whatever had those memories in it. She kept looking at him like crazy but that was probably because he had a huge smile on his face when she came back. He looked at the box. It wasn't a shoe box, it was an actual box. "Damn girl." He saw the pink rise on her cheeks.

She sat down the box on one of the chairs, "Okay now what?"

"We burn it."

"Excuse me?"

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, "You heard me. We burn it." She didn't move or say anything. Chanyeol took a step closer and put his hand on her arm. "You're not getting back together with him are you?" Chanyeol hoped she would say no. He didn't want to think about her going back to that asshole. He'd never treat her the way she deserved.

Jia shook her head. Chanyeol walked over to the box and picked the first thing on top, "What's this?"

Jia cleared her throat, "A letter that he slipped in my locker."

Chanyeol handed her the letter, "Will you do the honors?"

Jia snorted at his try at professionalism. She took the letter and bit her lip. Once she did this she couldn't go back. She would be purging her world of Jung Hoseok. She glanced at Chanyeol and he gave her a reassuring smile. She tossed the letter into the flames and watched it curl up until it turned to ash.

Chanyeol clapped his hands jerking Jia from her thoughts, "ALRIGHT!" he bellowed and Jia laughed which made him smile. "What's next?"

Jia went through each item in the box and ended up starting to tell him what each thing was. He seemed disgusted at the appropriate times which put her in fits of laughter.

"So did he mold himself after some romantic interest in a chick flick? Everything he said and did is so cliché and full of bullshit." Jia laughed at Chanyeol. Always the one to tell it like it is.

"I really wish I had been here to steer you away from him." Chanyeol sobered up the atmosphere with that statement. Jia looked at him and gave him a small smile.

"I know Chanyeol." Chanyeol's eyes were staring a hole through her and she felt herself blush, although Chanyeol could see it this time because the sun had started to rise. She cleared her throat, "Ok last thing." She pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Liquor from the party I met him at."

Chanyeol watched her unscrew the cap and tilt the bottle before he grabbed her hand stopping her, "Jesus Christ, if you don't feel like losing your eyebrows I wouldn't start pouring liquor into a fire."

Jia gasped at her stupidity and her face burned in embarrassment. Chanyeol took the bottle from her and poured it into the grass.

"There. You are finally free of doucheface." Chanyeol smirked at her. "So do you feel any better?" He saw her smile and nod. It was so nice seeing her laugh and smile for the last few hours. He didn't like seeing her cry. Although seeing her lay a solid punch on that asshole's face filled him with pride. He felt Jia wrap her arms around his middle.

"Thank you Chanyeol."

He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head, "No problem babe." He closed his eyes and found himself enjoying the moment. He dropped a soft kiss on the top of her head and leaned down by her ear. "And for the record, you're not just my little sisters best friend. You're my friend too."

Jia found her heart racing at his words. She wasn't deaf to his slip of the tongue, nor the feeling of his lips on her head. This was a side of Chanyeol she had never seen before and it caused a bloom of affection in her chest. “You've always been more than Daeun's big brother, to me.” she whispered and she felt his hold on her tighten. As the night went on she felt the shift in their relationship and maybe, just maybe, she'd found a friend in Chanyeol.

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