(Picture it with ripped jeans)
The next day, I wake up in the arms of Chanyeol. I open my eyes and see his face close to mine, breathing sofly, his lips slightly apart. I decide to get up and make him breakfast, and start to squirm out of his arms.
I finally escape and stand on the cold wooden floor, stretching my arms up into the air. I then hear a small groan from the sleeping giant behind me.
I turn around and see his squinty, sleepy eyes looking up at me. He opens up his arms to me.
"Come. Warmth." He commands.
I sigh, rolling my eyes, but do what he says. His arms wrap around me once again, and my hand finds its way into his hair. I gently play with his soft locks, and I see him smile slightly at my touch.
"I love when you do that," he whispers.
He brings me even closer, burying my face into his chest. I close my eyes and take in his scent, our legs getting tangled together at the bottom of the bed. Just as I begin to fall into oblivion, a phone rings.
"I think that's yours..." I whisper.
Chanyeol groans loudly and sits up, grabbing the phone.
"What Suho?" He says.
"...I'm with (y/n)...shut up...okay, yeah I'll be there...this weekend?...let me ask her..." he tuns to me, brushing a stray hair from my face.
"Suho asked if you wanted to come over to the dorm this weekend for dinner. They want to meet you," he grins.
I nod my head, "Sounds great..." I say sleepily.
He goes back on the phone, rubbing at his eyes, "She said that's fine...okay...I'll see you then." He hangs up the phone and slides out of bed.
"Where are you going?" I ask, still laying down, trying to wake up myself.
"I have to go to SM," he explains.
"Let me make you something before you go," I suggest, heading to the kitchen.
Time skip to the weekend brought to you by Satansoo, and my throbbing, continuous headache
I don't know what to wear. I wish I would've called (b/f/n), but then she would've had to come with me, and I don't know if they want to meet her just yet. Chanyeol suggests some sweats but that doesn't seem right for a first impression.
I decide on a black shirt that reads "the 1975", with dark, ripped jeans, and white sneakers. I throw over a green army jacket since it's a bit cold outside. I leave my hair down, allowing it to fall wear it may. I grab my purse and head out the door.
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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?
