Your POV
Chanyeol left late that night when my grandparents came home. My gramps still hasn't lost his rage against him, but there isn't anything I can do about that. After they get home Gram gets into the kitchen to start cooking. Soon enough smells roll in from the kitchen and I hear my gramp's stomach rumble.
"Smells like my favorite," he sighs with delight.
I chuckle a bit, "you're right."
"Dinner's ready!" Gram calls and we race to the dining room. Sundubu Jjigae sits on the table in a large pot. The dark orange stew is steaming, and my stomach rumbles just looking at it. Gramps sits down at the table and takes a large serving of the stew.
After dinner, I go to my room, hoping to get some sleep. I lay down on my bed, with no luck of falling asleep. A draft seems to be entering the window, making me huddle down in my blankets with nothing to do. I look around my room, taking in the different posters of my favorite dramas and pictures of Gram and Gramps hanging on the wall.
One in particular sparks my interest, and I can't help but get a closer look. It's an old one, with the edges eating away at itself, and some of the colors turning brown. It's myself sitting on Gramp's lap, my mother looking over his shoulder at me. I was only four, my hair in pigtails and the biggest smile on my face.
"Only if you could see what you caused mom..." I look deep into her lively eyes in the picture. She was so happy then. So full of life. Now I have no idea where she is.
I grab the photo gently in my hands, hoping to feel my mother's touch just one last time. As I bring the photo to my face, I hear loud noises coming from downstairs--like something fell.
Gram then screams and I rush down the stairs, stopping at the archway to the dining room to look at what is going on. Gramp's is on the floor, clutching his chest, and Gram is on the floor with his, yelling his name.
"(y/n), call the ambulance!" She yells at me. I look at Gramps laying on the cold hard ground, his body seizing around, with loud screams of pain. I run to the phone and dial 911.
Everything goes in a blur. The paramedics run into the house and carry him out of the house on a stretcher. Gram and I go in the car. She drives right behind it, tears blurring her vision. My heart-rate never stops escalating. We make it to the hospital and run in after the stretcher.
They move him into a hospital bed and run his down the hall. His screams have stopped by now, and I watch as his hand continues to shake on the side of the bed. We stay beside the bed as the doctors run him down the hallway. We are shoved aside when they enter a doorway, closing the door behind her.
I run to the door, grasping at the handle, but someone holds me back from behind me. I try twisting out of their grasp, banging my hands on the small window inside the door, trying to get to my Gramps. He's squirming too, his arms flailing in the air as people try and hold him down.
I give up trying to get out of the hold I am in as slump down in the man's arms, watching through the window as Gramp's arm drops lifelessly over the side of the bed. I bring my hand out once more, praying that I can reach him, but the man pulls me away from the door as the doctors bring out the defibrillators.
Gram and I are placed in the waiting room. She holds me in her arms, her tears making my hair wet. An hour passes when someone comes out from the back wearing a white lab coat. He escorts into a back room and sits us down on a leather couch. I squirm around, uncomfortable being surrounded by gray walls, white floors, and bright florescent lights.
His face grows grim, "I am very sorry..."
My ears stop working after that, I turn my head, burying it into Gram's chest. The violent sobs rack my body until I can't take in another breath. Gram tries to comfort me, as she drowns in her own tears herself.
We are aloud to see him, and the doctor brings us into another gray room. The sky is dark outside, and it looks as if it's about to rain. My eyes meet his as soon as we enter the room. His skin is pale and bluish, I grab his hand, feeling nothing but cold. His mouth is turned into a frown, his eyes closed. I bring his hand to my face, kissing the soft skin.
Gram places her hand gently on his face, turning her head to the side to get a better look. She collapses to her knees, sobbing with a force of someone vomiting on all fours. I drop down next to her, us holding each other, trying the get used to two more arms wrapped around the both of us.
We sit like that for what seems like forever until I hear footsteps rush into the room. A pair of arms wrap around the both of us, and warm breath fills the coldness that sits in the room.
I snuggle into whoever it is, not intending to leave. I look up and see Chanyeol, his eyes closed and hand rubbing my Gram's back. Gram's face turned peaceful for a second, as if Gramps was here with her.
"I came as soon as I heard," he whispers in my ear.
"Who told you?"
"I went to your house and there were police officers..." I stop him, placing a hand on his cheek. I place his forehead against mine.
"Thank you." I say, grasping Gram's hand tighter.
YOU ARE READING
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?
