Understanding Simple (Chanyeol X Reader)

Chapter 36

Hey guys! Sorry I've been so late on writing, I was in Tennessee dropping off my brother. Anyway, please don't expect any smut from me:

1. it will be absolutely cringy

2. I am a child of God

3. I'm an innocent child with no experience so it makes me uncomfortable to write like that. 

I will try my best though to make it sweet and cause you to fangirl uncontrollably. 

-Tara

Your POV

I wake up to a beam of sun in my eyes, the silence of morning settling in over the house. 

It's my wedding day, I think to myself. 

I get up in the middle of a mass of blankets and look at all the sleeping girls. Soft snores escape their lips as they lay in silence.

I sneak into the kitchen, make a cup of coffee, and sit out on the front sun room. I take a seat beside my Gramps' chair, soaking in the warmth of my coffee.

I can hear muffled chirps of the birds singing outside, as a heavy fog sits over the frosted ground. Sun beams break through the fog, radiating itself through the water bubbles on the blades. 

I sip my coffee, soaking in the presence of my grandfather beside me. 

Sounds begin to erupt in the house, and I can hear the girls begin to squeal. I finish the last sip of my coffee and walk back inside. In the kitchen, (b/f/n) is making pancakes as the rest of the girls sit around the counter, drinking from mugs. 

"Ah! Here comes the bride..." Yeri sings out, raising a glass. 

I blush, lowering my head as everyone cheers. I place my mug in the sink as (b/f/n) calls out, "Pancakes are ready!" 

We all sit down to eat. The pancakes look fluffy and I place three on my plate, pouring syrup all over it. 

"What time is it?" Joy asks. 

Ha Na turns to look at the clock, "it is quarter to 10..." 

Yoo-Ra gasps, "We're way behind schedule, we need to start getting ready now!" 

"Why? We don't have to be there till 4," I point out, cutting in to my pancakes. 

"Exactly! We'll be cutting it close! Come on (y/n)!" Irene says, pulling me away from my food. 

"But my pancakes!" I whine.

"No time to eat, you need to get in the bath!" Seulgi sings out. 

Hours pass of shaving, waxing, pulling, plucking, makeup and hair. My lungs are filled with hairspray...can you die from inhaling too much hairspray? Cause I feel like I'm about to die.