Happy Birthday, Baby Girl

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Chanyeol knows you have been working non-stop to the point that you forget your birthday. He makes sure you remember.
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This was a very big deal and you cannot afford any delays at the moment, not even the thought about the most special day of your life. You pull out the latest design you have saved on your computer, taking a pencil and writing down what kind of cloth you would possibly need. Fashion week starts on Wednesday of next week and you put off your last design for this week, which is a very terrible idea as now you were scrabbling to get yourself organized and situated by Friday. It was now Tuesday and you were so far behind. You throw your hair up in a high ponytail, adjusting your boyfriend's baby blue button up and getting comfortable because you will be in your office until probably three in the morning.

It was seven in the evening now, looking up at the clock as you rest your glasses on the bridge of your nose. Slamming your head on the desk came out to be a thought far more pleasing than finishing this last set. Do not mistaken, you love your job and the pay is through the roof as you have become a queen in the fashion industry, your darling boyfriend helping you with those booms no matter how many times you insisted that he did not have to. But this job was time consuming and racked your brain often, Chanyeol finding you surrounded by tissues and tears on more than one occasion. Such occasion would even include now, your eyes burning as you try to pin the cloth on the mannequin without an accident.

"Y/N, I got a surprise for you my love," his deep and chocolatey voice reaches your ears and you turn around to see your hunk of a boyfriend standing in only jeans and a tight white t-shirt. His muscles are thick and defined, hair slightly damp and you assume he hit the gym before coming to your work place. The gym really is paying off from what your eyes are seeing, his figure one to die for and eat up for dinner. And you want him for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner quite frequently. Park Chanyeol, the hottest baby daddy of the 21st century and rockstar of 2019, was your boyfriend. Oy.

"If it's not food, I don't want it," you hum, munching on another cheese cracker as you pick up the pencil and outline the part of the cloth you want to cut. He chuckles lowly, heavy footsteps catching your attention before a bag is placed in front of you and it is food indeed. "Happy birthday, baby girl~" he coos, taking out the sushi plates and bento boxes, your eyes widening and mouth hanging open. "BABE, I LOVE YOU!" you squeal, coming around to jump on him and give him a smooch on the cheek. He laughs, holding you up and instead kissing you fully on the lips, lightly tugging on your bottom lip. You both giggle as you pull away, Chanyeol poking your nose before both of you drop on the floor with the bags of food.

"I can't believe you forgot your own birthday," Chanyeol snorts, popping a piece of ginger into his mouth. You shrug, chopsticks in hand as you pick at a roll and chew on it happily. "Can you blame me?! I have a set to finish. I totally forgot. Like I would have forgotten to eat had your fine ass not walked in with food," you say, rolling onto your back as you suck on the end of the chopsticks. Chanyeol laughs, setting his food to the side as he crawls over you. You smile around the chopsticks, taking them out when Chanyeol starts to lean in for a kiss. You move your head at the last minute, his lips landing on your cheek and he snickers. His finger comes to rest under your chin, moving your head and finally, his lips meet yours.

They are gentle and soft, his lips proving to render you breathless. Your arms circle his neck, pressing him closer to you and the kiss deepens. Suddenly tongue is involved and the idea of oxygen is so unappealing because it means parting from this amazing kiss. But you must, Chanyeol resting his forehead with yours and smiling down at you like the gorgeous man he was. "You ready for your birthday present?" His voice is husky and low, his lips starting to trail down your neck, sucking gently at the skin. "I have to finish my set- oh!" you gasp, his teeth biting down on a certain spot that makes you just lose it all.

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