Love Sick Chap. 1

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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.
















Chapter 1



Being a Park Chanyeol means being such a snappy creature with a pair of big round eyes and a pair of sticking out ears resembling elves.

Being a Park Chanyeol means being a normal human being with a decent amount of friends and an average ranking in the popularity in the college he is currently attending.

Being a Park Chanyeol means being quite popular, yet not really popular where everybody would know him.

And by being a Park Chanyeol,

It means that he doesn’t do love.



Being in a relationship… is boring. For Park Chanyeol only.

He watches his sister getting into various kinds of relationships and he has enough of watching. Maybe it’s a bit hypocrite because he hasn’t even had a single lover up until now, but don’t take him wrong, Park Chanyeol just chooses to focus on himself.

Trying to find his own happiness by doing things he enjoys is more important than getting into a relationship and ending up with breaking up.

His sister keeps telling him (and mocking him) to quickly find a lover or you would die old and wrinkly and single, yet all Chanyeol does is shoving the ear buds into his ears and tapping his fingers to the music, ignoring the upcoming pillow being thrown to the back of his head.

He has seen the way his friend Sehun keeps on talking cheesy things into the phone and let Chanyeol tells you it send shim shiver. Oh freaking Sehun giggles into the phone. He fucking giggles to his boyfriend.

Joonmyeon hyung offers a lot of blind dates chances to him but Chanyeol doesn’t even thank him. It’s not like he is interested and he has to appreciate the effort his older friend does.

Park Chanyeol is sure (and he has never been surer) that he will survive this life just with his doggy pet, his expensive earphones, his music writing journal, his phone, and internet.

Oh boy, just how wrong he is.





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“Chanyeol!”

He spins around, his hand dragging his earphones down as he hears Joonmyeon hyung’s annoying voice calling for him. His older but shorter friend comes up to him, dressed with that kind of nerdy yet expensive beige sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans, complete with three books clutches in his elbow.

“No wonder you don’t hear when I call you from the first time! You should stop listening to music all the time, buddy, or you will not hear the honking sounds from the cars in the road!”

Here Joonmyeon hyung and his nagging words, Chanyeol thinks.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waves his words as he continues his walking.

He can hear Joonmyeon hyung’s footsteps following behind him and Chanyeol has a mind of covering his ears with music again just to avoid his friend’s next nagging, but Joonmyeon hyung beats him to it.

“So, Chanyeol, any love interest these days?”

Chanyeol feels his eyebrow twitches in annoyance. Why would everyone being so nosy about his life?

“Nope.”

“Oh come on, Chanyeollie!”

And that’s one of the nicknames Chanyeol hates listening from Joonmyeon hyung. It sends him creepy feels.

“Stop calling me that.” He says flatly.

Joonmyeon hyung comes up to stand in front of him and successfully stopping him from walking forward. Chanyeol braces himself for the upcoming nonsense he will be listening from Joonmyeon hyung and true to his mind, the older male is being so nosy again.

“Stop being so picky, Chanyeol! Do you like girls more of boys more? Or do you like both? I have lots of single friends and I’m sure they would love to have a few dates with you!”

“Hyung, just… stop it.” He mutters under his breath, feeling annoyance coming to him.

He makes a move of walking away, but his friend is persistent and Chanyeol finds himself being grabbed by Joonmyeon hyung by his shoulder.

“You can’t be single all the time, Chanyeol! Enjoy your life and stop being a grandpa!” Joonmyeon hyung says, concern written all over his face.

“Excuse you. I am enjoying my life.” He hisses.

Joonmyeon hyung pouts and sends him a disbelief look.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Believe whatever you want.” Chanyeol whispers before releasing himself from Joonmyeon hyung’s hands and moves away towards his classroom.

He ignores the calls coming from the other and walks faster just to make sure Joonmyeon hyung won’t be able to run after him with his short legs.

“I’ll see you in two hours, Chanyeol!”





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“Excuse me,”

Chanyeol turns around when someone taps his shoulder just when he walks out of the restroom. A girl is staring up to him with her glittery eyes and he starts to wonder why a girl would wait just in front of a smelly restroom.

“Yes?” He stares at her questioningly.

“You are handsome. Can I have your number or maybe we could get some coffee?”



Chanyeol inwardly sighs. People flirt so blatantly nowadays.

“Not interested.” He shrugs her hand from his shoulder and walks away, ignoring the disbelief scoff coming from her.

It’s not a rare occasion, but it’s not really that often for Chanyeol to have a few people come up to him and flirt with him.

He knows he is not ugly, he is quite handsome, to be honest. He is tall and his voice is deep. Girls in comics love that kind of type, right?



“Chanyeol! Wait!”

Here comes Joonmyeon hyung again. Chanyeol groans internally.

“Who was that?” The older male asks excitedly, being jumpy while he walks along Chanyeol.

“Stranger.”

“Do you know her name?”

“No.”

“Don’t tell me you ignore people’s flirting again?”

“Yeah.”

“Chanyeol, you can’t keep doing this!” Joonmyeon hyung says and from the shaky voice of his, he sounds like close to tears in no time.

“Hyung, stop it.”

“I know a friend who will have blind dates next week. You should join, Chanyeol.”

“No.”

“Chanyeol, please!”

“No.”

“Just go for once, will you?”

With a heavy and loud sigh, he stops on his track and faces his older friend.

“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 around, 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.











Chanyeol feels like a stalker. He runs after the stranger, not really sure where he has gone but he is determined to find that stranger.

With his heart beating out of control, Chanyeol gulps his saliva again and stops in the middle of the empty hallway, losing his cute stranger completely.

He has never felt like this before. Feeling so excited yet at the same time disappointed. He finds someone so worth fighting for yet he loses his way now. What should he do?

The stranger is so fucking adorable! Damn it, Chanyeol feels like hyperventilating because he wants to hug the stranger and hides him from the world. Fuck, why does he feel so possessive over someone he doesn’t know like this?

He decides to skip his last class for the day and waits for the two hours to pass, feeling so nervous for no clear reason.



What should he do when he meets the love of his life in two hours?

Should he hug him?

Should he ask him to be his boyfriend?

Or maybe… should he k-k-kiss him?



Kiss?

Chanyeol feels his face burns in embarrassment just at the thought of him kissing the stranger’s soft-looking lips. As far as he could remember, the stranger has thin lips but he looks so cute, like seriously.



His phone vibrates and he finds a message from Joonmyeon hyung, asking where are you.

Chanyeol feels so giddy.



I’m waiting for the love of my life!



The reply from Joonmyeon hyung doesn’t come in a while, not that Chanyeol cares.



Where the fuck are you, I’m being serious



He looks around to find any clue.



I don’t know!



Joonmyeon hyung comes running towards him in ten minutes and it feels like the first time for Chanyeol to feel such a great relieve to see his friend.

“What are you doing here? Who is that person? Where is that person?”

Usually, Chanyeol will feel so annoyed by the questions, but not for this time. He smiles, widely, scaring Joonmyeon hyung.

“I’m waiting for him! I don’t know his name! And he is in one of these classes!”

“So you are planning to wait for him for another… fifty eight minutes?”

“Yes!”

“Chanyeol, you are not sick, right?”

“I am! I feel so love sick!”

“It’s scary.” Joonmyeon hyung mutters, taking a few steps back.

“Hyung, please help me! I have to make him mine!” Chanyeol begs, grabbing his older friend tightly on his arm.

“You are so… possessive.”

“I have to! He is so cute, people would try to harm him! I can’t have him hurt!” Chanyeol declares, eyes shining like he has gone insane.



Joonmyeon sits still by Chanyeol’s side, not being able to leave with the firm grip on his arm, forced to listen to every single detail of the imagination running in Chanyeol’s mind.





***





“Chanyeol, it’s not funny. You can’t be coming up to him and kiss him! No way!”

“But, hyung –”

Low buzzes of people talking are heard and Chanyeol feels himself straightening up at the thought of meeting the one and only one in his life in less than three minutes.

“Alright, buddy. You have to be calm. Stay calm and don’t make any commotion! And remember, no kissing anyone!”

But Chanyeol has gone to the heaven to even hear him. He runs his eyes left and right, hissing when a group of people walking too slow or when another group of people is getting in his sight.







Finally. Finally. Fucking finally!



Chanyeol sees his cute stranger walking out of the class room.

He seems so perfect. Even more perfect than the first time Chanyeol sees him. His soft-looking brunette locks shine under the sun light. His nose is round like a button and Chanyeol would love to pinch it. His eyes are droopy, but that’s okay, because it gives him the image of a sad looking puppy which Chanyeol would gladly cuddle to death. And his lips are thin and they get thinner when the stranger traps the bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Fuck.” He whispers under his breath, squeezing Joonmyeon hyung’s arm tightly.

“Where is he? Which one? Chanyeol, stay with me!”


But Park Chanyeol is a goner. He stands up despite the clutches Joonmyeon hyung tries and he walks towards the stranger.

The stranger is so adorable; he is rubbing his eyes with his fist!

Chanyeol feels his heart is beating out of control and he fastens his legs. The stranger yawns, mouth opening like a puppy.







He stops. Right in front of the stranger who keeps on walking without stopping to rub his eyes with his tiny fists.

With a soft thud, Chanyeol’s arms come up to hold the stranger from falling over after bumping to his chest, and he could smell his addicting scent of vanilla mixed with apple and berry.

His voice comes out in the form of ‘ooff’ and Chanyeol does his best to not squeal like a girl.

The stranger looks up at him, all pouty lips and confused eyes.



Perfect.

So perfect.



“I’m sorry,” the stranger mutters, making a move to walk away. Chanyeol won’t let him.

He stops the stranger by holding onto his upper arms, staring straight into those puppy eyes.


“I-I-I’m Chanyeol.” He stutters.

The stranger blinks in confusion, head tilted aside cutely and a confused whimper escapes his lips.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Chanyeol parts his mouth, heart drumming erratically because this moment will change his life entirely.

With the stranger keeps staring at him questioningly, Chanyeol finds his courage and speaks up:

“Be my boyfriend!”









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A/N: A prologue-like chapter. Hope you enjoy it ^^
Thanks for reading!