Understanding Simple (Chanyeol X Reader)

Chapter 41

I wake up in a cold bed, the heap of blankets not keeping me warm. I check the clock seeing that I slept in till 10.

I get up, hoping to be able to bring the boys lunch this afternoon.

Once I get ready, I walk out the door, covering my face with a mask and a hat. I'm not on social media very often, so I don't know if the public knows about Chanyeol and I. Either way, it's better safe than sorry.

I head down to the market and buy a box full of different foods, going from bibimbap to kimchi. The box weighs a lot, making my muscles strain, but I keep it up. I hail a taxi and head off to SM.

I arrive and go inside.

"Hello?" The lady at the front desk asks.

"Hi, I'm here to bring food to EXO..." I say.

"Do you have your ID card?" she asks, typing on her computer.

"Uh...I don't work here, Chanyeol is my husband," I explain.

She bursts out laughing, "I'm sorry...did you just say that Park Chanyeol is your husband?"

My eyebrows furrow, "Yes. That's exactly what I said."

She wipes a tear from her eye, "uh...you don't look like the type-" she stops herself.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I scoff.

She opens her mouth but then is cut off, "-what's going on here?"

I turn to see Chanyeol standing with his arms crossed.

"Mr. Park, this woman here claims that she is your wife," she says.

"That is correct. My manager told me that he saw her walking in, hi (y/n), I've missed you..." he walks over taking the box from my hands.

"Did you carry this? It's too heavy, you could've hurt yourself!" he scolds.

I roll my eyes, "act like I'm not as strong as you."

I turn to the woman, her cheeks bright red, "I am so sorry Mrs. Park...I-I just didn't think-you know- with how the fans are these days..."

I stop her, "it's okay. I understand." I link arms with Chanyeol heading up to the practice rooms.

"I hope there's enough food for you guys," I worry.

"Are you kidding me?! This is like, 60 pounds!" Chanyeol laughs.

We make it to the practice room where the boys lay on the floor, probably exhausted. Chanyeol places the box on the ground, calling everyone over, "guys! (y/n) brought us food!"

All of them scurry to the box, bringing out piles of food. They shovel their mouths full of food.

"Thank you (y/n)," they say.

Baekhyun hugs me, jumping a bit, "you're the best, (y/n)! Thank you so much!"

I smile, hugging back, "you're welcome! I hope you guys enjoy!"

Chanyeol wraps his arm around me, kissing me gently on the head, "What are you going to do today?"

"I'll probably go back home and look for jobs...maybe a house," I suggest.

"You're not going to stay?" he asks sadly.

"No, I'll let you guys eat," I say smiling.

"Okay, well remember to eat something, and please take a taxi home, I don't want you walking and please text me when you get home-"

I kiss him on the lips, having to stand on my toes, "I'll be fine. Goodbye everyone!"

"Goodbye, (y/n)!" they say in unison.

I give a small wave and head back outside. I decide to walk to a pastry shop a few blocks away, craving macaroons.

As I walk, I feel as if someone is following me. My eyes shift from side to side, looking for anything suspicious. However, when I look back, I don't see anything.

I make it to the shop safely and pay for a bag of macaroons. Their bright colors look beautiful sitting among each other. I step outside, quickening my pace to get home.

I walk down my street hearing footsteps behind me.

Who is that?

I whip my head around to find Ha Na.

"Oh my gosh, Ha Na...you scared the crap out of me! Why are you following me?" I ask, catching my breath.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just needed to talk to you about something."

"Oh, okay, come inside and I'll make some tea."

We sit down in the kitchen and I place a steamy mug in front of her. She plays with the handle, her eyes not meeting mine.

"Is everything okay, Ha Na?"

She lifts her head, "I just-I was told something about you that I don't know if it is true or not..."

I take a sip, "ask away."

"Do you know a (y/m/n) (y/l/n)?"

I spit out my drink out my drink, choking a little bit, "H-how do you know t-that name?" I cough out.

"It's my mother."