Understanding Simple (Chanyeol X Reader)

Chapter 44

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The next week flies by. I bring Chanyeol and the rest of the group food and waters almost everyday.

I keep myself busy by checking the offers on the house each day, we're going to have to start looking for a new house soon because I've got a lot of offers. 

I also have been thinking about what to do with my degree, graphic design. I've started a few sketches of a company logo of my own...I don't know if I want to start a business or just apply as myself to different companies. 

I spent 4 years at college earning this degree that my grandparents paid for, I'm not going to let it go to waste. 

I straighten to my top as I wait at the front of the house for another tour. A younger couple walks up to me, and I hold out my hand to shake. 

"Hello, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Rhee, welcome!" 

They give wide smiles and walk inside holding hands. I show them around the house, describing each room to them. 

They ask many questions, like how is the water pressure, and what are the winters like. They open cabinet doors and look out windows, searching for anything that they don't like. 

As they look around upstairs, I walk back down to get a drink. I fill up a glass and sip at the cool water, leaning against the counter. 

I hear a something. 

It's a little muffled...very faint. 

It sounds almost like the shutter of a camera. I turn around and look out the kitchen, trying to look for something...but all I can see is the usual brick wall of the house next to ours. I hear it again, and shake my head, trying to tell myself it's all in my head. 

But it doesn't stop. 

I grip the glass harder in my hand, peering farther out of the window--nothing. 

"Mrs. Park-" 

I jump, dropping my glass to shatter in the sink. 

I whip around to see Mr. and Mrs. Rhee. 

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!" Mrs. Rhee apologizes. 

"No, no..." I say, shaking a little, "it's my fault...I guess I was just lost in fault-anyway, how did you like the house?" 

"We love it!" Mr. Rhee says. 

I smile, "that's great!" 

"We'd like to buy it from you, we'll meet you right at your offer," she says. 

I nod, pursing my lips, "okay, but I have a question first. What are your intentions in buying this house? I'm sorry, this is a little weird, and a little personal...it's just that this was my grandparents house, and I don't want it to be torn apart and resold." 

"Don't worry, Mrs. Park, we want to hopefully raise our family here, and we see no need for any changes," Mr. Rhee assures. 

I let out a breath, "okay, thank you. I guess I will get the papers, and will call you to set up a meeting for the sign off." 

"Perfect," Mrs. Rhee says. 

I wave them goodbye, and go back into the house, looking around before I go back inside. I shut all of the curtains and sit in the living room, trying not to feel scared in my own house. 

When Chanyeol gets home, I explain to him what I heard. 

"Oh crap," he groans. 

"What? Why, 'oh crap,'" I ask nervously. 

"It's the paparazzi...I guess they found out about us, now they know where we live," he says annoyed. 

I let out a thankful breath, "wow, I thought it was like a killer or something." 

He chuckles, "well I would hope that's not the case. Trust me, (y/n), it's only the paparazzi." 

"Then what do we do about them snooping?" 

"Well, how did that meeting go today?" 

"Great! I'm going to sell them the house!" I explain. 

"Well then, we'll be getting a new place soon, until then, limit the times you go out and keep the shades drawn...they're a bunch of creeps just look for a story." 

I nod my head, making a mental note. 

"Will they try to come inside?!" I ask. 

"Probably not, but just to be safe...if the paparazzi knows then the fans know." 

My eyes widen, "that's even worse," I say, recalling how some of the fans can be. 

"And worse then that...the sasaengs know."