“I’ll say, will you marry me?”

“No.”

Chanyeol childishly pouted and stomped his foot. “Pretty please with whipped cream, cherries and ing rainbow sprinkles on top?” he batted his eyelashes.

“Tempting, but no. Please refrain yourself from singing in the future, you sound like a dying frog.”

“You’re a .”

“Thanks. Actually, that's the nicest thing I've heard anyone said to me today.”

Another chanbaek fic /grins/ what am I doing with my life OTL

This fic is highly inspired by the song Rude by Magic!

lame title is lame, sorry. I at naming fics

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