You and Chanyeol never fight, so when he questioned your relationship, you immediately went on the defense. All this time you’ve spent sneaking around to be with him will have been for nothing. The most Chanyeol thing to do would have been to bring it up at the most inopportune time, and that’s exactly what he did.

You try to calm down during a few songs backstage, but hearing his voice every now and then just brings back his question of “Do you think this is really working out?” At the point of fuming, you gather your things, and you hear the audience cheer with the group hurrying off the stage.

Attempting to be discrete, you keep your head down as you walk quickly to the back exit. A hand catches your arm and whips you around. There’s a pained look in Chanyeol’s eyes the moment you make contact.

“Where are you going?” He asks, eyeing your bag.

“What does it look like? I’m leaving. I’m done.” You reply curtly.

“What?”

“It seems like you’re the one who thinks this isn’t working out.”

“Jagi, I-”

“Chanyeol, if you love me, you won’t let me walk away.” You look up into his dark eyes again.

“Please, don’t. I don’t have much time to persuade you, but trust me when I say I don’t want you to leave.” He pleads, and you feel the guilt tug at your heart.

Your arms wrap around his torso hesitantly to which he eagerly reciprocates.

“I love you so much, and I would die if I didn’t have you. You’re h