Your POV
I wake up to the Tv playing the end credits of a drama. As I try to get up, a force pulls me back down on the couch. I look up and see a sleeping Chanyeol, his arms holding me down. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. A few piece of brown hair fall over his eyes, and his lips are parted slightly. I then realize something.
I am in the arms of the most beautiful man on the planet.
I am in the arms of an idol.
I am in the arms of my bias.
But most importantly, I'm in the arms of someone who truly loves me.
The question is, can I accept that and love him back?
As all these thoughts flood my mind, he shifts in his sleep, bringing me to the inside side of the couch. Great. I'm stuck. I crane my neck to see what time it is, hoping my grandparents won't be home soon to see this--they would not be pleased.
My thoughts reign true, because I hear my grandparents car pull in as I look at the clock. Well, crap. Thankfully, Chanyeol's eyes flutter open and he smiles, seeing me look at him.
"My grandparents are here." I whisper to him. His eyes get wide, and he immediately jumps off the couch, running his fingers through his hair, trying to make it look straight. I get up too, trying to make myself look right. My grandparents walk in with bags in their hands, and Chanyeol, being the gentleman that he is, runs to their aid.
I make my way behind him.
"Hello, Mr. (y/l/n). I'm Chanyeol, I believe I met you at the store earlier." He says politely with a smile, carrying the grocery bags into the kitchen.
"Oh yes, you were the one looking for (y/n). I guess you found her!" He chuckles. Grandpa looks over st me and gives me a look saying 'is this him?'
I nod in response. Just as he's about to say something, Gram walks in.
"(Y/n)," she says looking at Chanyeol, "who is this?"
"This is Chanyeol." I tell them.
"Is this the boy you've been hanging out with?" Gram asks with a quizzical look.
I nod. Her expressions lighten and she drops her purse running to Chanyeol, giving him a hug. I hear all his breath escape his body, and when she lets go, she places both her hands of his face, turning his head at different angles.
"Gram, I don't think that's necessary." I laugh nervously.
"Oh, shush." She tells me, continuing to examine his face. She looks straight into his brown eyes, I can tell he's kinda scared/worried.
After what seems like forever, her face turns into a smile and she hugs him once more.
"(Y/n), this is a good one. His aura is wonderful!" She cheers.
I roll my eyes as she pulls away.
"Well, I think that Chanyeol has to be somewhere. Right?" I imply.
He nods.
"But-" my Gram cuts in, "-why don't you stay for dinner. We would love to have you!"
"Thank you for the offer, but I told my friends I would make dinner for them tonight. Maybe we could do that another night?" He asks politely.
"Of course! You are always welcome here." She stressed.
My grandpa saves me from the back, "now, (y/grandmas/n), let the boy go. I'm sure he's very busy."
"Of course." She replies.
Chanyeol bows to both of them and I usher him to the porch.
"I'm sorry about all of...that" I huff.
"It's no problem. They seem very sweet." He smiles.
"They are."
There's an awkward silence, and he clears his throat.
"I guess, I'll call you tonight?"
"Sure." I tell him, and then he leaves.
That night, I couldn't fall asleep. I was thinking about him. There is no way he could love me now that he knows. There's gotta be something wrong with him if he does. I squeeze my pillow in between my arms.
He hasn't called and it's past midnight. I mean, it's not like I care. He probably forgot and fell asleep. He's very busy and is probably exhausted all the time. I tap my finger on the sheets.
If doesn't call, it doesn't mean anything. It's not like it hasn't happened to me before. Someone saying something and then not do it. It's a normal thing. I should be asleep right now too. But that dang boy keeps filling my mind. He's driving me nuts.
He came today to make me feel better...even if I wasn't truly sick. That means something, right? Unless it doesn't...
My thoughts are interrupted my phone ringing. I quickly pick it up, seeing Chanyeol's contact. Shit.
"I'll let it ring twice, so I don't look desperate." For those first two rings, I sit there dying to pick up. And when I do, his charming deep voice says something that sends shivers down my spine. It was a simple thing to say, but somehow, he made it seem like the most important thing in the world.
"(Y/n)?"
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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?
