So, this is for the Complete the Story Event. I'm not sure who all is doing this but I decided to post anyway. If nothing else, it was fun to write. It's super last minute because I just moved and don't have Internet at my place and also, my new work is so crazy busy. I've barely written for the last 2 weeks. I'm hoping that'll change soon. But anyhow, here's the story. I hope you enjoy.
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“Chanyeol!!” I screamed, trying to find him. Where did he run off to? I turned a corner.
“Raawr!” I let out a scream. I smacked him.
“Don’t do that!!!” I laughed.
“You like it.” He smiled and ran off.
“Seriously!” I yelled and ran after him. We always were like this. Even as we grew up, we never really did when we were around each other. All of a sudden, Chanyeol turned around. Chanyeol gave me a smirk and grabbed me by the waist.
“I hope you’re ready for a tickle fight!!!!” he said.
“Bring it on!!!” And the ‘fighting’ commenced. It both ended with us breathlessly laughing, sprawled out on the living room floor.
It had been this way for two months since Chanyeol moved in with me. He’d been rooming with another of our friends from high school, but that friend had to move to attend a new college. Chanyeol had been stuck with his apartment on his own and the landlord took it upon himself to raise the rent the next month. It was too much for one person to handle; he had to move out.
But he never told me these things. I knew it was for me, though. He was probably afraid of ‘inconveniencing’ me because he knew I would offer my extra room. It ended up that way anyway when our friend Xiumin told me about the situation. I called Chanyeol, upset that he hadn’t told me, and he ended up agreeing to move in. He’d been looking for a place since then, though it being college start season, there were no affordable rooms available. And that’s why he’d been at my place for two months. But being friends since childhood, helping each other was second nature. We were best friends, nothing more. Or, at least, that’s how it used to be.
Throughout our childhood, our parents used to joke that we’d get married when we grew up. If nothing else, we were certainly going to date once we were old enough. But nothing ever happened like that, our feelings never seemed to be that way. We’d dated other people and loved other people. Through it all, though, we loved each other the way best friends did. Or, at least, that’s how it used to be.
He’d been living at my place for about a month when things started to change. For me, anyway. At first, I noticed that he was closer than he had been before. He was more physically touchy with me than he had been before. He smiled at me more and that smile seemed to hide something… more. There was no other way to describe it. Sometimes it seemed sad, other times it was loving. The way he looked at me sometimes, like he was searching for something in me… It gave me a funny feeling, a feeling I was familiar with. And then I realized something while listening to someone else’s story: it wasn’t him, it was me.
Chanyeol was the same as he’d always been. He was goofy and funny. He was always a touchy kind of person with hugs and skinship and such with no regard to personal space. He smiled at everyone and his smile was always the same, it was me who was seeing it in a different light. He always looked at me like that, making sure I wasn’t only pretending to be interested in the conversation. That feeling I had… it was the feeling of me falling for my best friend.
That was the worst thing that could ever happen to me. It was taboo. Only in movies and dramas did something like that work out. In real life, you’re best friends for a reason; because there’s nothing more between you two.
So I did the only thing I could think to do. I started to distance myself. Not so far that it would be obvious that something was wrong, but just enough for my heart to stay calm. Chanyeol noticed something was off immediately because he started asking if I was alright. I would respond with a smile, a laugh, and initiating either another game of tag or a tickle fight. It was apparent that distancing myself was not going to work. So that’s the way I’d kept it for a month.
When he came home after work, my day off, and told me that he’d finally found a place, I couldn’t help the disappointment I felt. Of course, it was for the best. Maybe the only reason I thought I’d fallen for him was because we were so close. Maybe when he left, I would finally realize that all of it was simply because I was lonely and he was there for me. That made the most sense. You didn’t grow up with someone and then suddenly fall for them. That was the least logical thing.
But it’s not like it was possible to control my stupid heart. The sinking feeling in my stomach got stronger and stronger as the time for Chanyeol to leave approached. I knew it was for the best, but it still hurt. It didn’t help that it felt like Chanyeol was trying to make the most of our time left together by holding onto me even more.
Of course, that was only unwanted wishful thinking. I decided to just go with it. After all, it would stop soon. So our games continued. Our movie nights with me snuggled up against him continued. Our behavior that, to me, seemed to barely fit within the realm of acceptable friendship boundaries continued. I loved and loathed it. And I couldn’t stop. The way he smiled at me… it was the same as always, but it now sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach.
“Are you okay?” he asked me.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” His frown told me I must not have been doing a very good job of convincing him. He pulled me gently against his chest. My heart raced.
“What if I didn’t want you to be?” His voice was barely above a whisper. My body tensed up.
“What?” Why would he say that? I started to pull away. He held tight.
In a louder voice he said, “Why don’t you seem to be?” Of course that’s what he said. He wouldn’t want me to have a problem. I was just too tired. I returned his hug. And that was the last of it. He moved out the next week.
I wanted to cry when he hugged me and kissed my forehead. He promised to keep our movie nights, but I wouldn’t hold him to it. He left, and once again my apartment felt empty. No, that’s not true, it felt… wrong. All the laughter over the last two months was gone. It was desolate. It was empty; I was empty.
Over the next few weeks, when Chanyeol really did keep his promise to come for movie nights, it was the only time my apartment, and my life, seemed to have life in it again. After everything, him being away didn’t change my feelings. If anything, it made me long for him even more. I was a lost cause, a cliché. In love with my best friend who had never thought of me as anything else.
About a month after he moved out, we were having our usual movie night. Being so close to him was like coming across an oasis in the middle of the desert; I drank it all u even though I shouldn’t have. We were watching a movie when he suddenly spoke up in the middle of it.
“There’s a girl in one of my classes.” I knew how this was going. “She’s nice and she keeps sitting next to me and talking to me. She said we should go out sometime.” It wasn’t uncommon for girls to flirt with him and ask him out. I had always supported him in being happy. I would have to do that now.
“Do you like her?” I asked, trying to sound upbeat.
“I don’t know her,” he replied simply.
“Well, if you want to give her a chance, you should.” It hurt to say that.
“Should I?”
“Is there a reason why you shouldn’t?”
“Is there?” I sat upright and turned to him.
“Are you just going to ask my questions back at me?”
“Never mind,” he sighed, looking back to the TV.
I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Fine.”
I walked past him to walk around the couch. Before I knew it, I was pulled back, stumbling and falling onto Chanyeol’s lap. I gasped out in surprise and automatically wrapped my arms around his neck to catch my balance. His eyes bore into mine.
“Ch-Chan?” I started to try to get up but he held me firm, still without words. “Ch—“ His hand gently cupped my face and my heart pounded so loudly that I was sure he could hear it. He leaned in and my mind when blank. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Without my permission, my eyes closed and I waited for his lips to finally touch mine. It seemed to take forever. I opened my eyes and found him in the same place, just staring. Tears sprung up in my eyes and I wrenched away from him.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He jumped up, grabbed his coat, and stumbled out the door with his shoes only partly on. I fell to the floor and started crying. He must’ve suspected my feelings and was testing me. And now he knew how I felt. There was no way we could go back to the way we were before. I called the only other person who knew about my feelings for Chanyeol, Kyungsoo.
“I screwed up,” I sobbed into the phone.
“Calm down, Y/N.” I heard him shuffling the phone and a door closing. “What happened?”
“Chan knows.”
“Knows what?”
“How I feel.”
“Then why are you crying?” What?
“Wh—“
“Just tell me what happened.”
So I did. “Then he said sorry and ran out.”
Kyungsoo mumbled something, then “Y/N—“
“Soo,” I heard from his side of the line. It sounded like Xiumin. It must’ve been another project night for their mutual class. “Chan’s on the phone. I don’t—“ He cut off and I guess that Kyungsoo must’ve gestured to him.
“I should go.” I said quickly.
“No,” he immediately shot back. “I’ll be there in ten. Wait for me.” I agreed and we both hung up. Less than ten minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I quickly wiped at my swollen, red eyes which still had tears trickling down and opened the door.
“Soo—“ But it wasn’t Kyungsoo, it was Chanyeol.
“Ch-Ch-Chanyeol.” He winced when I said his name and I felt the tears build up again. “Why—“
“Why are you crying?” his voice was so quiet and gentle. It tugged at my heartstrings even though he’d just run out on me.
“I wonder why,” I shot back with venom I hadn’t intended to give him the satisfaction of hearing.
“Y/N.” I stepped back when his hand came up to touch my face. I’d never seen him look so morose. “I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have done that. I knew I was going to ruin our friendship. I’m so sorry. I just…” His expression was unreadable. “I couldn’t help it anymore. I thought… I thought you finally might’ve felt the same.” I couldn’t say anything as my brain tried to process what I was hearing. “I thought… But I ruined everything.”
“What… What are you talking about?”
“I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you. I’m s—“
“You didn’t try to kiss me, you made me think you were going to and then you made me look like an idiot,” I shot back angrily. The other question I really wanted to ask was lost in my anger.
“I—“
“No, actually, it’s my fault. Life isn’t some stupid romance drama.” I rambled on. “Or maybe it is and I’m just the second lead, the second girl. I mean, what idiot falls for her best friend? And you already knew and were just testing me, right? And I failed the damn test. A lifetime of friendship all gone because I was stupid.”
He grabbed my shoulders tightly and I stared at him in shock. I tried to pull away, but he was far stronger than me.
“Y/N… Did you… did you say that… you fell for me?”
“Like you didn’t already know. I know that’s why you were testing me.”
“Test—I wasn’t—“
“Liar.” He let go of my shoulders and grabbed my face. “Ch—“
He pressed his forehead against mine. His eyes held mine steadily and I felt his warm breath against my lips. I felt like I was melting into him as I lost myself in his beautiful eyes. My desperate attempts to flee stopped in that second.
“I want to kiss you,” he said quietly.
“Liar,” I replied breathily.
“But I want your permission first. I need to know that you feel the same. Because once I kiss you, I can’t ever go back. I can’t ever forget.”
My anger was gone as his words finally sank in. I now understood. He was in love with me. I don’t know for how long, but he was. The heaviness lifted from my heart. I closed my eyes and kissed him. He was still frozen for a fraction of a second before he returned the kiss. It was beautiful. It was desperate. It was perfect. One hand slid around to the back of my head, holding me in place, while the other dropped to my lower back, pulling me against him. His tongue danced with mine and I relished in the taste of him. My hands held onto his shirt like it was a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean, the ship sinking behind me. And in a way it was. Our friendship would never be the same. It sank into the ocean and something more beautiful came of it. It was perfect.
Three years later
“Chanyeol!!” I screamed, trying to find him. Where did he run off to this time? I turned a corner.
“Raawr!” I let out a scream. I smacked him. ChanHee giggled delightedly in Chanyeol’s arms.
“Don’t do that!!!” I laughed.
“You like it.” He smiled and ran off, our little son bouncing in his arms.
“Seriously!” I yelled and ran after them. ChanHee squealed as I chased them. All of a sudden, Chanyeol turned around. He gave me a smirk and grabbed me by the waist with his free hand.
“I hope you’re ready for a tickle fight!!!!” he said.
“Tick! Tick!” ChanHee shouted, lunging into my arms. I caught him.
“Bring it on!!!” And the ‘fighting’ commenced.
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And there it is. I hope it was alright. Because it was so rushed, I didn't really have a chance to edit it much and I'm also doing this on my phone. So yeah. But I hope you enjoyed it. Don't know why I like writing angsty fluff so much, lol.
By the way, I am trying to also work on my next story so please bear with me on that.
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