ATTENTION! NEXT TWO CHAPTERS ARE TRIGGER CHAPTERS!
If you are uncomfortable with abuse, I would advise you to not read these next two chapters. It will be a little descriptive and I apoligize if you do or do not have this kind of past. If anyone needs to talk about any kind of abuse, or anything in that matter, I am here to talk with you!
I love you all!
<3 Tara
My hand is still tingling from when he held my hand earlier. I got home around ten because Chanyeol insisted we stop for ice cream--he can be such a child. The next day, I get a text from Chanyeol.
Chanyeol: Meet me at the lake at 8 tonight?
(Y/N): Of course!
Last night was so amazing. Chanyeol and I talked for hours about our hopes and dreams. I told him about my grandparents, being careful not to give to much information. I kept the attention to him and his past.
Turns out, he had a great family and friends. He was raised in a great home.
I helped out in the store, but could barely stop smiling all day, because I am excited for tonight. I have only went on two dates with him, but we have a special connection. I feel like I might trust him. But I don't know what trust feels like anymore because I haven't felt it in so long.
I decided to go to the lake early, hoping to sit by the lake and think through some things. I drove my grandparents' car to the lake, and began walking to the edge of the tree line. As I get closer to the edge I see a tall figure standing by the lake.
It's Chanyeol, but it looks as if he's on the phone. I don't want to interrupt his conversation so I begin to walk away. Until I hear my name.
"I don't want to hurt (y/n)" I hear Chanyeol say.
What does that mean?
I hide behind a close-by tree to hear the rest of his conversation. I feel bad about eavesdropping, but I need to know.
"I know that I lost a bet...it just doesn't feel right...I'm lying to her..."
What?
"I think I might actually l-"
Before he can finish his sentence I charge out of the tree line. I can feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. He looks at me in astonishment and hangs up the phone.
"How much of that did you hear?" He mutters.
"Enough. Enough to know that the only reason you've gone out with me was because of a bet!" My voice raises unintentionally.
"(y/n) there's mor-"
"And I actually thought that someone could love me! ME! But I guess I was wrong...I trusted you Chanyeol! I believed every damn word you said!" I yell. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks.
He slowly walks toward me.
"And you should've believed them." His features grow soft.
"Why? So that I can play your stupid game! You don't know me Park Chanyeol! I will not be a pon in your perfect life!" I begin to walk away.
"(y/n) wait! Let me explain!" He yells after me.
"Like I haven't heard those words before!" I scream back, continuing.
Before I know what's happening, I am tackled to the ground. Chanyeol is on top of me my back facing upwards--my scars ache from the contact.
"Get off me!" I yell.
He scrambles off me, "I'm sorry I don't know what got into...me" He paused.
It's then that I notice my shirt came up a little bit, revealing the bottom of my back.
"(y/n)...what is that?" He asks innocently.
I get up from the ground and brush myself off. I begin to walk away but he grabs my wrist tightly.
"(Y/n), what happened to you?" he says gently.
"Do you want to know that badly? You want to take everything from me?" I choke on my words.
"That-s not what I mea-"
Without thinking I rip off my shirt. I know he's looking at them. My back is bare and the breeze strikes each scar with a sting.
My expressions go numb but I can still feel tears streaming down my cheeks. I feel cold fingers gently touch the scars and I jolt away. I finally turn to face him.
He's crying as well.
I don't care that I am standing in front of a boy in only my bra, but he doesn't seem to care either.
The scars wrap around my shoulders and my waist in bright red marks. The blemishes branch out from the center of my back and to the rest of my torso. Bruises that never fully healed are painted on my sides and stomach, situated in a position to mock my impurity.
"I know. I'm a mess." I mutter. I expect more questions, but that's not what he does at all. He pulls me into an embrace. A gentle one--he holds me as if I'm about to break. And I think I might.
He hold me for a long time, gently caressing the back of my head, and nuzzling his crying face into my hair. My tears have stopped, though I know more are on the way.
After a while he lets go and I pull my shirt back on. He guides me near the lake and sits me down next to him.
"How-why..." he stutters.
"I don't know if I can tell you. You wouldn't care anyways." I turn away from him.
But then he grabs my chin lightly in between his hands.
"(y/n), it was for a bet. But after that first night, I knew that nothing else ever mattered but you. They say you fall in love slowly, but they're completely wrong, you stole my heart as soon as you walked out of that house."
I stare into his eyes and see his candor through his words.
"I believe you." I say.
He pulls my face towards his and gently places his lips on mine. They're soft and compassionate. He pulls away and see a stray tear lingering on his face. I wipe it away with my thumb.
Chanyeol pulls me into an embrace and whispers into my (h/c) hair, "Who did this to you?"
I stay silent.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me until you're ready."
I pull back to look at him.
"No. I need to do this." I tell him. After working up my courage, I begin, "it started my sophomore year of high school..."
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Understanding Simple (Chanyeol X Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) was mistaken as a makeup artist for EXO at one of their concerts. She has caught Chanyeol's attention but with all of the secrets and her dark past, will she be able to love him back?
