Understanding Simple (Chanyeol X Reader)

Chapter 13

Your POV

I plop down on (b/f/n)'s bed. The soft comforter engulfs me, and is scented like vanilla.

"So, where've you been? Ever since you started talking to Chanyeol, you don't hang out with me! When were you going to introduce me to him? I mean, you know an idol! How could you not introduce me? I'm your best friend and fellow EXO-L I-"

I cut off her rant, "I'm sorry. I've just been having an amazing time with Chanyeol. You wouldn't even believe what's been going on..." I begin to explain how we hung out a few times. Then he found out about my past (beside my grandparents, (b/f/n) was the only one who knew the whole story.)

"Before he left, he told me he loved me...and I think I love him too..."

"Are you serious?! That is incredible. (Y/n), I am so grateful to see you like this again..." she smiles.

"Like what?"

"Happy." She says simply.

"I was happy-" I scoff.

"No, (y/n), you weren't. But when you talk about Chanyeol, I can see it in your eyes. He makes you happy...and that makes me happy!" She jumps on me with a hug, making me almost fall off the bed.

"Yeah, but I haven't heard from him in a week. I know he's busy...but I would think he would've at least texted me once to tell me he's okay..."

"Well! They always have updates of EXO on the internet, let's check in on them!" (B/f/n) jumps off the bed to grab her laptop.

"I never even thought of that," I smile nervously, hoping he's okay.

She opens the laptop and types something in, then her face drains of all colour.

"What is it?" I ask frantically.

She shuts it immediately, "n-nothing," she says darkly.

"(B/f/n), give me the laptop!" I jump off the bed, chasing her around. She continues to dodge me. All I can think is that something happened--that he's not okay.

I give up and sit on the bed, my heart racing a million miles a minute.

"Please, (b/f/n), tell me what's going on..."

She purses her lips but saunters over and places the laptop down. As she lifts the screen, my heart feels as if it breaks in half. My chest inflames with pain, and I can feel a large lump rise in my throat. I try to swallow it down, but the pain in my chest prevents me from having the strength to do anything.

So I just sit and stare, the picture of Chanyeol, with his arm around another girl, and the title screaming in my ears, "Announcement of Park Chanyeol and Kim Hyun-ah Relationship."

I feel the lump rise faster, but no tears fall out. I am too stunned at what I'm seeing.

"(Y/n)...I'm so sorry..." (b/f/n) mutters from behind me, "are you okay?"

I part my chapped lips, hoping I can speak without letting out a sob, "I thought he loved me..." I croak.

She shuts the laptop and pulls me into an embrace, stroking my hair with her hand gently.

But my body is numb with pain, and all I can feel is the sadness flooding back in like it did before.

"(Y/n) if I see that douche canoe ever again I'll-I'll-"

My sobs cut of her angry rant, and she holds me tighter.

"My parents won't be home for a couple days...you can stay as long as you want. We can do whatever you'd like to. Come on, let's go downstairs and we can watch some Tv."

She helps me down the stairs, but my legs feel weak from the huge weight on my shoulders. Tears are still flowing constantly, and I can't help but notice my eyes beginning to itch.

She sets me down on the couch and brings me a bowl of ice cream along with other snacks, turning on the Tv to a drama.

All of this reminds me when Chanyeol brought stuff over for me when I took a sick day. He was so caring, so sincere. Why would he do something like this? Was all of it an act? Does he regret spending time with me? Does he regret meeting me, on the luckiest night of my life?

I place the bowl of ice cream on the counter beside me, trying not to think too much of the painful memories, and hope that the throbbing of my heart will soon put me to sleep.

Chanyeol's POV

The plane lands in the airport and I look at the new city. All parts of South Korea look the same, and this city is no different. After getting checked into our rooms, the next days and nights are filled with practice, practice, and more practice.

Late nights drain all of us, but we do it for the fans. I haven't been able to get ahold of my phone, since the manager took all of them until the first concert.

I can't stop thinking about (y/n). What she's doing--how she's doing--if she's thinking about me too. Probably not.

A week after we arrive, the manager calls for a meeting. Tomorrow is our first concert, and we all have been working our butts off to get the performance perfect.

We enter a large conference room, with chairs exacting the number of members...plus one. I take my seat as the manager walks in. He discusses the plan for tomorrow,  times for dressing and getting ready, and the next flight. After an hour, it's over and he dismisses us. As I am about to leave, he yells after me.

"Chanyeol?! Can you stay for a moment? I need to speak to you...in private."

The boys all turn their heads to me in a questioning look, but then shrug it off and head back to our rooms.

"Sure," I comply.

I take a seat across from him, folding my hands atop of the table.

"So as you know, publicity has been going down..." he informs.

I nod at this information.

"So, we have come up with a plan to get everyone buzzing about EXO again. Today will be the announcement of your relationship with Kim Hyun-Ah!" He says cheerfully.

I feel my heart drop ten floors below, "what?! Sir, I can't be in a relationship with someone I don't know!"

"Well, that's why you're meeting her right now...Hyun-Ah?!" He calls out.

I stop him, "sir, I'm in a relationship with someone else, and I love her. I can't be with...Hyun-Ah?"

"Yes I know about your silly puppy love with some fan, but that doesn't matter!"

"But sir-" I begin to stand, but he pulls me down, glaring straight into my eyes.

"If you want what's best for the group, you will do this. Everyone is counting on you, Chanyeol. You will do this, are we clear?"

I bite my tongue, holding back all of the words I want to spat at his face, "crystal." I grunt through my clenched teeth.

please forgive me (y/n)