Understanding Simple (Chanyeol X Reader)

Chapter 16

Your POV

Chanyeol's hand is in mine, dragging me down the driveway. Once we make it to the end, he turns to face me. He grabs my shoulders roughly, shaking me slightly. 

"What did you think you were doing? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" 

I shrug off his hands, "I'm fine." 

He searches my eyes, bending slightly to look at me. He leans in to my lips, but I turn away. 

"What's wrong?" he asks. 

"You know what's wrong Chanyeol..." Suddenly my mind is clear from the alcohol, and I remember everything that has happened. 

"We aren't actually in a relationship! The company made me be with her to gain publicity!" His eyes fill with anger. I've never seen him like this--I don't think anyone has. 

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I yell back. 

"They took my phone! You don't even understand what it's like to have the fate of other people hanging on your shoulders!" His breathing is heavy. I am all too familiar with these situations. 

I shake my head, "You think you have problems?! Everyone does! Don't act like you had no other options! You shouldn't let them control your life! Your career isn't everything! So don't make excuses, acting like you are the most selfless person in the world!" 

As soon as I say that, he raises his hand. I shrink back, waiting for the blow. As he brings it down on me, he stops himself, realizing what he's doing. 

I see his eyes become soft again, and he brings his hand back to his side. 

"(y/n)..." he tries to take a step toward me, but I move away from him. 

I feel tears form in my eyes as I turn away, shrugging off his jacket, and begin to walk down the road. 

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I know that he is following me, I can hear his footsteps. 

When he was about to hit me, all I could think of was my father. It took me back to that place...I never thought I'd feel that helpless ever again--I guess, I was wrong. 

The night is very cold, and my feet hurt from walking in heels for so long. I've made it to the outskirts of the city. I spot a small park and head towards it, hoping to find a place to sit.

The park is small, only illuminated by a few streetlights. I see a few benches situated next to a fountain, choosing to sit there since it's the closest place from me. As soon as I sit down, relief fills my legs and I take off my heels, sitting them beside me. I look up and see Chanyeol walk into the park. 

He walks into my direction and sits down on a bench next to mine. Everything is silent other than the gurgling of the fountain, and tension hangs in the air--I can practically touch it.