❝ T R A P P E D ❞
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[/his laugh is loud and carries throughout the entire apartment as he holds you tightly, arms wrapped around your frame, practically pinning your arms to your sides. he buries his face into the crook of your neck and releases a sigh of relief, legs tangling with yours. he’s got so much to tell you but suddenly he finds that he is unable to say a word. he simply relishes in the moment, in the fact that he has you back in his arms for the first time in two weeks, prepared to keep you like this for the entire weekend if he can.]
Chanyeol-ah! I can hardly breath, you’re suffocating me! {/he whines, though he doesn’t mind being like this as much as he’s pretending to; he just hates losing, even if he practically always loses when it comes to things like this, obviously} I mean it! It was better up there, let me go back! {/huffs again, making a face at you and trying to struggle out of your hold and back over you, but it’s no use and he just glares at you in the end, even if he doesn’t mean it}