My eyes widen at his remark.
"You want to get married?"
His smile doesn't falter as I say it again.
"So, what do you say?" he asks. I feel my heart pound in my chest, and I look at the ground contemplating my decision.
"(y/n)?" his smile turns into a frown and he grabs my arms.
"Chanyeol, this is all so sudden. Are you sure about this? There's so many things that would change for you and-"
"I don't care," he cuts me off, "all that matters is that we'll be together."
"Chanyeol. I just lost my grandparents, the most important people to me and I just sold their beloved shop. I'm not going to have peace with this overnight. I will be a huge burden to you, you are so busy with your group. I don't want to hold you back."
He opens his mouth to say something but his phone begins to ring. He picks it up, "Hello?...Right now?...Well I'm kinda in the middle of something," he down at me, "okay...yes, I will...goodbye." He hangs up, an apologetic smile on is face.
"I have to go to SM. They said it's urgent," he mumbles.
I graze my thumb across his smooth cheek, "It's okay. We can talk later."
"I'll call you as soon as I can..." he says.
I nod as he lifts up my chin to plant a kiss on my lips. Then I watch as he walks off into the distance.
I turn to the store, my mind racing a million miles a minute. Has he even thought about the consequences? His fans will hate me, it's a miracle no one knows about me now. He's always busy, how will he have time for a wife? He's at the prime in his life and he wants someone like me, someone broken. I can't understand why he would want to put that on himself.
I feel a few drops of rain fall in my hair, and I run back home, hoping to make it before the downfall.
I make it into the house, and close the door on the whistling wind. The house isn't warm like it usually is, so I decide to turn up the heat. But, that doesn't fix it. Mere heat can't restore what this house once had, and I don't know if I could ever revive it.
I go into the kitchen and place a pot of water on the stove, watching it to boil so I can make ramon. I put the crispy noodles into the hot pot, and watch as the steam rises from the pan. As it finishes and I start to place some in the bowl, I hear the front door open.
I stop dead in my tracks, trying to listen closely for who just entered my house.
"Chanyeol?" I call out. No one answers.
With a bowl full of ramen, I turn around slowly, hoping my life won't be like a horror movie. I turn around to see nothing in the doorway. I let out a long breath.
Suddenly, a figure appears in the doorway and I throw the bowl in the air as a reflex. The figure runs into the room and catches the bowl before it drops.
"(y/n), you really should be more careful..." Chanyeol says, holding my ramen.
I turn around facing the sink, and grab the edges of the counter, trying to catch my breath.
"And you should answer when I call out to you!" I scold.
I feel his arms snake around my waist, placing his chin in the crook of my neck.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I will be more thoughtful next time..." he apologizes.
"How did you get in anyway?" I ask, remembering that I shut the door.
"It was unlocked," he says.
He grabs my hands, setting the bowl down.
"Now what were we talking about. Oh, yeah, you declined my marriage proposal..." he chuckles a bit.
"Don't laugh, I'm being serious. Have you even thought about what this could do to your social life? To your career?!" I remind.
"Yes. (y/n), I've been thinking about that from the start."
My cheeks go red and I watch his mouth turn into a smile, "I love it when you do that."
"Why do you want to marry me?" I ask him.
"Why would I not?" he jokes.
"Park Chanyeol, be serious." I look deep into his eyes.
"Because I can't picture myself with anyone else. You make me so happy that I can't explain it. It's like when your listening to music that doesn't have words but you can still understand the emotions. I can't describe it because it just is."
I am at a loss for words. Park Chanyeol is truly a poet. A single tear falls out of my eye as I smile. I hug him tightly, and he bends his mouth down to my ear to whisper something.
"Plus you have a cute ass."
I back away, giving a playful slap, "Park Chanyeol!"
"So, is that a yes?" He asks hopefully.
"Yes." I repeat.
"Good," he smirks, playing with the hem of my shirt. I smack his hand away.
"Yah! You aren't my husband yet! Plus, I want to eat this ramen."
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Understanding Simple (Chanyeol X Reader)
फैनफिक्शन(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?
