Love Sick Chap. 0 (Spoiler)

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Title: Love Sick

Pairing: Chanbaek

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Length: Series

Summary: Park Chanyeol doesn’t do love. At least that’s what he thinks until he meets the college’s unpopular boy with adorable eye smiles and button-like nose. Park Chanyeol becomes a ridiculously love sick puppy.









“When I said I don’t want to date, I’m serious.” Chanyeol declares for the last time as Joonmyeon keeps on tugging on his sleeve and tries to persuade him to join the blind date he has set him up for.

“Why don’t you try for once? You have never accepted any of the blind dates I set you up for!”

“Why don’t you just mind your own business?” He barks, feeling his head throbs as the signal of the incoming headache. He doesn’t have time for this shit.

Joonmyeon pouts (he pouts! Chanyeol sneers mentally) before muttering ‘suit yourself’ and then stomps his feet away from him.

Chanyeol rolls his eyes, turning his back to his older friend and continues his way back to the last class he will be having in less than twenty minutes.

He doesn’t do date. He doesn’t do love. How many times should he tell that to Kim freaking Joonmyeon that he doesn’t appreciate any effort of him of getting him a—



“Sorry!” A high-pitched voice resounds and breaking Chanyeol away from his internal thinking. That’s when he realizes that he has bumped onto someone much shorter than him (because he is abnormally tall, says his sister) and he even causes the stranger’s books to fall out of his arms.

“Uh,” Chanyeol tries to tell the stranger that it is his fault, not the other way, but when the stranger looks up at him and gives him an apologetic smile, Chanyeol forgets every possible way to breathe and he chokes on his saliva.

“I’m sorry!” The stranger exclaims once again, before giving him one of the most beautiful eye smiles Chanyeol has ever seen in his life.

Then the stranger runs away while muttering to himself, “I’m late, I’m late!”, all cute limbs flailing around and his soft brunette locks bounce on every skip he takes.



Cue the skipping heart beats and the rushing of his blood in his ears, Chanyeol manages to pull out his phone from the pocket of his jeans with his trembling hands (because he is still mesmerized by that beauty) and dials the last person who had called him an hour ago.

“What do you want?” Joonmyeon’s voice hisses into the phone.

“Hyung, I…” Chanyeol gulps the saliva down his dry throat, eyes still locked onto the skipping stranger before the said male turns around the corner, before he continues:

“I find someone so perfectly boyfriend-material. Can you- can you help me find his name?”

Joonmyeon hangs up the call.