▪ PARK ▪

@im jinah Chanyeol was a nervous freak. How was he suppose to 'propose' to a girl to go to prom with him? She was a senior and they were childhood friends for a very long time. He knew her every since they were kids, practically had his diapers changed with her and bathed with her-- oh the embarrassing memories. However, once they entered middle school, Chanyeol's adopted mother decided to move him away, taking him to America so he could learn how to be a business man and hopefully one day become a rich and well respected man. Every day he was away from her, he missed his best friend even more, always wanting to see her again, but as tragic as this story could get, he was unable to connect with her. He lost her phone number, gmail, social network, basically anything that a person would need to keep in contact with a long time friend. All he had was a picture of her as a child; his hands squishing her face and he was grinning at her like the big doofus he was. Luckily, his mother decided to move back when he was 15 and he went to a nearby school, hoping she would be there. He was pretty popular, his charming personality was hard for anyone to hate him and if they did, he wouldn't mind, he was the type of man who would openly open his arms to a bully and hug him. He was just that nice. However, it was probably a couple of months ago when he finally met Jinah again, his heart soared as he found his baby face princess and he was happy that he was able to meet her again. They hung out often and soon they became close friends, after a while their friendship grew a bit more, sort of into that awkward puppy dog stage since Chanyeol was indeed inexperience with love, however she did not seem to mind. She still love and care for him like she always did.

Anyway, he was standing in the middle of the park, having taken hours to set up a huge heart of lit up candles and he was standing in the middle of it, holding a dozen of roses in his two hands and a black tuxedo on. He was breaking out in sweat, swallowing hard as he was trying to build his confidence up. Relax, Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol!?!? RELAX!! He internally screamed at himself, biting on his tongue nervously as he looked out towards the entrance, hoping she didn't somehow miss him standing here, or worse, she didn't understand the 'riddles' he had given her. That would be terrible.

Earlier that morning, Chanyeol prepared notes for Jinah, putting them in certain places-- each one purposely selected to go backwards from the place they met last to the place they first met, which technically is the park. The first note he had placed was in her room, a drawing of a cute controller on it which should have lead her to the game room. Next was a music note, which should have taken her to the music room. After that he put a purse lip on it, where they had their first 'official' kiss with each other, which should have led her to the library. The memories of their first kiss flowed back in his mind, making him blush even more. He couldn't believe he was so bold that he did something like that; kissing a female in the back of the library, he could feel his ears burning up from thinking about it. How good it felt to kiss her, even if it was an awkward peck. And so, the process continued on until the last note finally had a swing set on it, which should have led her to the park. Once she arrives at the swing set, she would not be able to see him, but there was an arrow on a note, pointing to another note that was located on a nearby tree. The note on the tree pointed to a letter 'P' then another tree with the note pointing to the letter 'R' then another tree with the note pointing to the letter 'o' then another tree, 'm.' The last tree had a question mark on it and behind it she should have been able to see the glimmering lights of the candles on the grass and a nervous Chanyeol waiting patiently for her, a lopsided grin on his face.

@seo inguk () Sorry for the late reply ;;
You remember the plot idea right cx?


*Starts walking through the park while looking around with a smile*