Y/n: Don't you dare turn back facing me. You hear me?
I barked in an obnoxious way staring at his indecisive back-figure on the floor next to my bed. I knew it could be quite heartless to kick him out of bed and sleep him forcefully on the lifeless cozy floor, but I had no option. He truly needed to be lessoned and I found that way quite easy and effective

Chanyeol: I won't
He sharped his tone as blunt as he could, palming his redden cheek with a grit

Y/n: Good
I skew whiffed biting on my lower lip, remembering the mark he left on it, which pissed me off more than it already did. Such a mood killer. I was regaining my energy and refreshing my numb body with ice cream, untill he showed up and ruined my precious moment

* That mf. No no no no. I don't curse, I don't curse. I'll never curse again. Calm down, calm down *
I ensured myself with the languid breath in and breath out, hardly trying to maintain my gracious composure back. But it got more oblivious when he just turned around facing me

* Mf *
I just did

Chanyeol: Stop glaring at me. I didn't commit a crime
He complaint over my killable looks, which kept on fixing on him since he got up on the floor and picked some random hoodie out of the closet. Well, he should complain actually

Y/n: But you didn't have my permission to k-, to do the thing you did
Without my acknowledge, I fumed while gritting and hissing upon the words. I huffed and plopped my body down upon the bouncing cushioned bed, avoiding eye contact with him

Chanyeol : Kissing my wife is not a crime
He whispered. This man surely lived on my nerves and had no regret at all, like he enjoyed it. That pissed me off again, that taunting whisper, as if he didn't care me hearing it, like he also wanted me to quick-wit it

Y/n: You wanna taste more than my fist
My palms transformed hard fists and loosened up repetitively, reminding him how he got punched in the garden, just after he let go of my cheeks out of his cup. He was flustered there when my aggressive punch said hello to his lonely cheek

Chanyeol: Yeah, if you let me
Unpredictable ridiculous jerk he was back there. I wanted to chop and flay that smile on his face and make a human meat ball. I knew what he's intriguing inside his big rounded huge skull

* Can he be cheesier?
Just a sarcastic thought. I wished he never was more cheesier than that

Y/n: Excuse me. You wanna taste my kicks too?
Sarcasm, I made it more obvious in my tone that he received the blackmail I sent, only specially for him, VVIP Park Chanyeol

Chanyeol: No thank you
He laid back down on the floor right upon his pillows, and stuffed himself neatly under the blanket, jamming every edges and verges of the sheets under his body. But even though his body could hide the verges of the cloth, the cloth couldn't swivel his useless tall legs

Y/n: Life got harder because of you
I taunted him sarcastically of course, while jerking my body under the blanket, positioning myself comfortably. As soon as he heard it, he eyed back at me craning his neck along with a piercing glare

* It's a gonna be a long long night *

~~•~~

Y/n: This is the last one. Huyayyyyy. Done
I finished with a push of my current project and sent it to my coworker, before I moved out of the office to go back home, since it's 7 PM and there's no way that I'd suffer another overtime. And fortunately, sir Stephen was at a bloody work trip for the fussy contract of goofy employer, just to match with the fussy gusty type of my boss. I wished that bloody contract got messed up and cracked up. I cursed genuinely and sincerely from the bottom of my mind till I made outside of the office building

Y/n: What are you doing here?
I questioned to the tall legged man sitting in a heap at the last stair, moping and probably jading not even worrying the blue blazer along with a tainted light red tie, coffee stain or something. His fashion always found its way to live on my nerves, like this situation

Chanyeol: Ah, it's boring in the car, that's why
He dusted his pants and fixed his tie properly after getting straight up. I nodded understandingly and walked passed him towards the car I assumed it's his

The night was already vacant with pedestrians as it got darker the more we drove. My body responded the exhaustion by pulling down my eyelids completely veiling my sight with darkness. I could feel the cold waft of wind travelled across the highway into our car, frosting my bare neck soothingly as an addition to my sleepy condition

Again, I fell asleep in his car

And again, the same situation circled around my body, the silky bouncing material under my body, the gender release of my ankles, warping and distorting my vision with the help of enriched cologne scent revolving my head, in and out. But this time was different. A person was beside me. I could feel his vigorous muscled presence in my extinct radar, but not too sure about that speculation and it spurred me to open my eyes

" I think I love you "

Those words. He's doubting over his feelings, gazing at my sleeping figure surreptitiously in shadow, not noticing I was fully awake. Nothing could be more awkward than this situation. I didn't open my eyes and ravelled my curiosity by asking myself " Does he love me? ". I admitted I was indecisive over my feelings like him, who was whispering sweet uncertainty into my ears believing I wouldn't witness his frustration. I knew he'd be too embarassed if he realize I heard almost all the things he said and that's not what I really wanted at all. Cowardly or timidly, I remained closed my eyes

~•~

The following day was hectic and hasty with my own routines, decorating every second with harshness not letting myself get a reminder of what he said yesterday. And I made it count

Miranda: Mrs. Y/n, what are you looking for?
From nowhere, Miranda popped out and wandered around me suspiciously scooting like a troll

Y/n: My pumps, ya know. There's a square flower buckle at the point toe and it's silver. Have you seen it?
I kept wandering around the living room and kitchen, crouching, bending, craning, dodging and sighing at every corner of the house assuming it was dropped at somewhere in the house. I could be deaf and in over other's head sometimes and I didn't hear Miranda calling me out for ninth time

Y/n: Stop calling me. Help me to find it
I neglected since my expensive heels were long way from my embrace and that's not a good prophecy at all. I cost it an arm and a leg to buy that, and it's the most expensive accessory I had ever owned. In one word, I could die if I lost them

Y/n: Wait
I paused my frantic motions and stilled there on my feet to access the whole sum and secrete it into a solution advantageously

Y/n: Chanyeol. THEE CHANYEOL
I exclaimed out loud startling clueless Miranda a bit and rushed to the upstairs towards his bedroom, to find him laying under the sheet peacefully. Already was 10 in the morning and the boy was drained out. It was cruel and heartless of me to wake him up but, I got more important reason to be cruel

Y/n: Park Chanyeol, Park Chanyeol, wake up. Wake up
He obviously wasn't fond of my busted encounter and stared at me with a squint and furrow, as if I cared his feelings

* I don't care right? I don't *
Self concern always involved in my thoughts and that's for the safety of myself

When his big rounded eyes made contact with my own, time slowed down, my body betrayed to myself taking Chanyeol's side over me. Determination and certainty in my eyes dispelled from the second they melted into his brown ravine. My laborious attempt of forgetting the words I heard that night was an epic fail. Words were restricted inside my mouth only when the eyes contact perpetuated between us, goofing myself by its prolonged connection

Chanyeol: What it is?
He retorted sharply swerving his messy hair strings back travelling his long thick fingers across their silkiness, overwhelmed provocation clambered to me from the bed in disguise

* It's Chanyeol. It's Chanyeol. And I don't like Chanyeol. I don't. I don't like him. I never liked him. I won't like him. I'll never. Why would I? I don't like him. Yes yes yes. I don't like him *

HEYY

A single hey pulled me out of my own daydream and I startled at the suddenness, almost about to lose my vigorous composure. Still his massive breathless provocation distracted me from my labour to solemnity

Y/n: I, -
That's what I meant. He wasn't helping at all, at there staring at me with all ears and eyes, wide and glamorously dispelling my all words before I even got the chance to speak

Chanyeol: I said what is it
He made sure his impatience stirred into his tone at his words, probably bemused by me, since I pulled him out of his sleep. I understood how people liked to rest at weekends hence there's 5 days to work in a week and just rarely 2 to rest. He'd think like , such a cruel and heartless woman, but since he's the one who took me home last night, he might have an answer for my pumps, and it left me no choice with the exception of waking him up

Y/n: Where're my pumps?
I was serious and gruff at the tone with the determination that I must get my precious back to my feet where they belonged to. He was numb at my question at the first calculating in his own space and plugged out a bit

Chanyeol: Your, your heels?
I nodded in approval half flummoxed and half wondered. The fact that giant baby still confused what pumps were, somehow tickled my insides to itch and amuse. Such a cuty

Y/n: Yep, and where are they?
I busted an answer out of him in a hast. He squinted at my desperation and pondered biting down on his lip taking the best time to come up with an expected reply

Chanyeol: Ah, under the closet
He tipped his chin towards the closet in a carefree manner like " why so harsh? ". I crouched down and peeked at the bling bling shining sparkling glistening my " Silver Flower Strass Buckle Pumps In Fabric ", sleeping in the dark corner embracing the loneliness, yearning her owner to fit her again

Y/n: Baby girl, mommy is coming
I pulled the poor lady out of the dark and cuddled in my embrace feeling unconditional relief regardless of how I cost it an arm and a leg. Finally realising he was witnessing my all overreaction, I pulled the pumps out of my embrace and caressed the sharp toe of the pump gently with my fingertips, in an act that I was completely naive about my environment and current event

Y/n: And why did you put my heels here? I was hysterical because of them
To blame on the person who's about to make you fluster, is the best way to escape from being blamed. So basing on the fact, I asked making him fluster

Chanyeol: Barking someone who always carry you to your bed, is how you express your gratitude?
I went silent at his remarkable fire back. His eyes were holding some kind of grudges and arrogance, on the other hand, his palms fisting as hard as a rock. Beyond doubt, one of the major signatures of his temper, was that he was clenching his jaw

* Crap, did I mess with his temper? *
I thought rewinding all the things that were supposed to hurt him and just accepted that he's just too sensitive, since I ruined his peaceful sleep, willing to get over the endless awkwardness

Y/n: Whatever, now that I got my heels back and you can sleep back too
I quickly made outside the bedroom and scooted into the kitchen with such heavy expression

Miranda: You've found your heels back?
Miranda questioned as soon as she saw me entering the room cutting off her eyes from the soup pot. I was still in a nonplussed state and I just nodded as a reaction to her ask. I opened up the cupboard attached to the wall of kitchen, and pulled out some chips reading the expired date on the packet conscientiously while attaching the pumps in my chest. And Miranda started her talk upon last night event

Miranda: Sir was too specific minded, Mrs. Y/n
By her sudden mention, my eyes widened in complexity and wonder

Miranda: He carried you to the upstair bedroom from the car last night
Well, that was the thing I expected and not at all surprised me

Miranda: He shushed me when it was loud and noisy since I was washing dishes in the kitchen. And I turned around and saw you in his arm. He was grumpy as if I might wake you up
Her expression became softer explaining about the circumstances and I could imagine how that view would be. The imagination amused me and blessed a smile on my lips to fix for a minute straight

Miranda: He loves you, Mrs. Y/n
The words she predicted or may be she just believed it's true, shivered down my spine, secreting out the memories of the words he sneaked opened up in front of me, assuming I was asleep

* He loves me? Can it be a truth? *
Thoughts fed on my curiosity like always

< END OF CHAPTER 23 >