Your Wish Is My Command

A cold winter day [Chen] -Submission

***submission by aww-sehunyoucutie. Guys this story is beautiful. It made me squeal. I hope you guys enjoy it too :) ***


Sighing, your eyes followed Chen as he sang and danced passionately, his sustaining voice resounding in a forceful vibrato that sent a chill down your spine. Holding your face up as you sat against the wall on the ground, you squirmed weirdly, trying to get rid of the strong frisson.

Looking back up to watch them continue the song practice, you spied Chen’s amused smile at your strange wriggling. You put on an overly fake shocked face and shrugged your shoulders in the most unglamorous way. Turning it into a smile with an energetic wave, you averted your gaze, trying to keep yourself from looking back and instead staring at the other members.

You sighed inaudibly again, hugging your knees, burying your face into them. You were physically tired from staying up late at night reading or just from the cold of the winter. You’d always gotten cold easily, and, as always, the nippy weather was never kind to you.

 “______,” Chen called playfully whilst dancing, trying to regain your attention.

You ignored him. Despite your cheerful, weird, bright personality, you were also a sharp girl.

You were in love with Chen, and it hurt sometimes, obviously, you knew. Why Chen, you always thought, why? Chen, who’s never sincere. Who’s kind, but you were bound to be hurt when you realize he was kidding, that he doesn’t care about your feelings. It wasn’t all the time, but whenever you were just so perfectly happy, it was a joke.

And every time, every time, you tell yourself you’ll get even, that it won’t happen again. Still, then, the sad truth you manage to grasp is that it’ll be impossible. It never happens, it will never happen. Because he just doesn’t care about you enough.

Still, you just decided to ignore it and smile, because you wanted him to smile more than anything. And that was only something an idiot would say, but you gladly accepted it.

You’d been friends with Chen since he found you to tutor him in Chinese and English. It was your part time job just after high school, so of course, you took him. You were younger than him by a year, so he was always fine with letting you speak informally, loosely, because he wanted you to be yourself.

“_________!”

You turned your head slowly, shivering from the cold temperature of the room. You folded your knees over your hands, sandwiching your fingers in the backs of your knees, feeling icy coldness in the warmth of your legs.

“What?” you responded lazily, tired and cold.

He’d been whining your name over and over again while he danced, unprofessionalism he rarely ever showed. You felt a chill down your spine, this time from the low temperature in the room rather than from his voice. His eyes widened and he sprinted over to you in the middle of the song.

“________, are you cold?” he knelt down on one knee in front of you, gently taking one of your hands into his and cringing slightly from the cold.

His hands were hot, you were sure all of theirs were, but Chen’s made your hand burn with heat even more.

“It’s so cold,” you complained, holding his hand, secretly happy.

Abruptly, he stood and tossed you the black sweater he left on a seat in favor of dance practice. He held your hand one last time, warming it up before running back to his place, making his band members smile in amusement.

“Wear that and stay,” he shouted over the music, smiling his usual smile.

You were happy. Slowly, you threw it over your head, his sweater hanging loosely off your smaller frame. It didn’t matter how freezing you were, his sweater made you feel warm.

All of the band members knew he was mad in love with you, just as you were with him, urging him to make a move, but he’d always backed out at the last minute, making it a joke. This, of course, you didn’t know.

There was once, though, and you couldn’t help but keep the memory, when he did ask you out. He offered to treat you to bubble tea, but you were so confused, happy, not understanding. You’d asked him why. And at that, there was a pause, then he immediately laughed and replied, ‘just kidding, I can’t create scandals with just anybody.’ You were slightly hurt that you were ‘just anybody’, but you dismissed it with a smile and a nod, ‘I thought so’.

It hurt his ego as well, and, since then, the two of you were always trying, but never making your feelings meet. You became more conscious of his actions and words, and he tried harder, to make you feel something, anything, for him, unknowing you already did, more than enough.

Dance practice ended soon after, you still engrossed in the feeling of the dark article of clothing you wore. You stood up, encouraging everyone brightly. Everyone felt great, the energy in the room was high. Slowly, the six members dispersed, excepting Chen and Minseok, the four others went outside, they usually had takeout that you bring, down in a room a floor above where you were. Xiumin came over, seeing as he was also someone you helped with language, he was friendly with you.

“______!” He called, smiling adorably, as he was used to.

 He held your hand, his eyes widening in surprise. He quickly enveloped both of them in his that were warm from practice, and blew warm breath over your fingertips.

“Wah,” he was surprised at the difference in temperature from your hands and his, “_____, I thought frost was my power.”

You laughed at his lame joke, as did he.

You shook your head, he was so cute, you couldn’t help but think. He still rubbed his thumbs over your fingers soothingly, trying to increase the circulation that ran through your hands.

Chen had a brief swig of water before he paused to burn holes into the back of Xiumin’s head. He was upset.

“Still so cold with a sweater on,” Xiumin commented, shaking his head in slight disbelief.

He grazed your fingertips with his lips as a sort of cute joke, and you yelped softly, breaking into laughter alongside the lovely older boy. Chen’s eyes widened and he stormed over angrily. Breaking the two of you up, he held your hand tightly.

“Hey, hyung,” he stood in front of you, expression stiff, staring at Xiumin, “Is anything wrong?”

Minseok clearly knew what the younger boy was implying and shook his head knowingly. He chuckled a bit, backing off with his hands in the air.

“Nothing, Jongdae, nothing,” and Jongdae feels slightly embarrassed at the older boy’s reaction.

Your hands are burning hot, or it felt that way where Chen touched you. Relunctantly, he sighs, turning toward you with newly found ire. Despite his expression, he still held your hands softly, in the sweetest way.

“And you,” he addressed you sternly, upset, clearly you could tell from his face, “Don’t think that just because you get cold easily, you can go and flirt with Minseok-hyung.”

His words struck you dumb. And you stood there, eyebrows slightly raised, confused. He shook his head, frustrated at your lack of response.

“You do it on purpose, don’t you? Let yourself get cold so you can act all cute for hyung?”

You finally managed to register what he said and you hardly understood. No, you did, but you were upset. You wanted to take off the sweater he gave you, because at that moment, you were engulfed in anger, that pounded through your limbs.

“You always spend extra time teaching him, too,” he scoffs, half laughing bitterly, ridiculing you, “Or you’re supposed to be teaching him. All you do is flirt. Of all of the stupid, childish things you could do. Do you really like him that mu-“

“Jongdae,” there are tears in your eyes as you spat out the poisonous words, staring straight into his eyes, “you are such a goddamn jerk.”

You didn’t want to cry.

You pulled your hands back sharply, hurt, so many times. It didn’t matter to you why he would even say that, but he always hurt you, and you were done with being hurt. You were done with acting like it didn’t faze you. It didn’t matter if you loved him, it wasn’t even worth it anymore.

The room is silent, except for the deep breaths he drew and your pained exhale.

“_______, I-“ he stopped, watching you slowly try to remove the clothing he told you to wear.

A jolt of alarm shot through him.

Quickly, he grabbed you, held you tightly. You protested, but lightly, because you’re too busy crying. Silent sobbing, you just wanted to go home. He grabbed onto you tighter, leaning into your body, burying you in his. One hand on the back of your head, pressing it deep into his open chest, one around your back, he embraced you.

“No,” he half whispered into your hearing, “Don’t take it off.”

You were upset and confused, you let out an almost inaudible whimper, trying to stop your tears, and Chen flinched upon hearing it. He tightened his grip.

“_____, I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. _______, I love you.”

He can feel you slightly tense up, and it stirred more sadness in his heart. He almost wanted to laugh at himself, at how pitiful he was. Always hurting you, always, he could see sometimes, not every time, the sparkle from your eyes dull as you smile and force a laugh, waving him off.

“______, I love you, I love you, I love you,” he exhaled painfully, as if he could erase all the horrible memories, “I love you.”

And slowly, you relax. Just enough, to rest in his arms. You gave up. You were tired.

He lets you go, loosens his grip just a bit, so he can see your face. And he leans down. Arms on your shoulders, he bends down to eye level and moves in so close, you could hear the softest of his breaths.

Softly pressing his forehead to yours, he caught your gaze, and somehow, by some strange power, you couldn’t move away. Or, you didn’t want to.

“_______,” he whispered, you could feel it blow across your lips, “tell me, if you love me.”

You don’t know what to say, but all you think is ‘yes’. Still, his heart sunk at your silence.

“I’m,” he paused, thinking how pathetic he must be, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

And before you can shout ‘yes!’ that yes, you love him, his lips connected with your own. Slowly but surely, he pressed his soft lips against yours, and broke apart gently, making sure to look at your expression.

“Ni ai wo ma?” he asked in his best attempt at Mandarin if you love him, and you crack a smile, laughing softly at how horribly cheesy all of it was.

“Mn,” you made a sound of agreement, “Wo ai ni.”

He formed a sweet grin with his lips, and crashed his smile to yours, and you reciprocated.

Just then, the door creaked open. You peered around Chen to see who it was.

“Woah, damn,” came the surprised male voice, it was Tao.

Eyes wide, he raised his hands and backed away from the door, whispering a quick ‘sorry’ in response to the two of you in the room turning around to face him.

The door clicked closed. And there was silence.

You couldn’t help but laugh. A genuine laugh, and Chen laughed along with you.

Jongdae fixed his sweater on your shoulders, pulling it back from slipping off, and with one hand behind your back, brought you along to turn up the heat in the room.

And that, you thought, was and would always be the sweetest thing he could do on a cold winter’s day.

 

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