Understanding Simple (Chanyeol X Reader)

Chapter 45

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I wake up in the new apartment and head downstairs. I find a mug in one of the boxes and heat up a tea kettle, making my usual cup of tea. I sit on a weird, red, plastic chair, bringing my knees up to my chest.

The apartment is cold without Chanyeol and I miss the sun room where I would sit in the mornings. Today is the day that the new couple moves into the house.

I never said goodbye I realize.

I quickly get dressed and race out of the apartment, hoping to reach the house before they get moved in fully.

I make it to the house and stand on the outside, admiring the familiar features. I run my hands up the railing as I walk up the stairs— I try the door.

It's unlocked

No one seems to be inside, so I go inside for just a few minutes of reminiscing.

Inside I walk into the kitchen, remembering all of the meals Gram cooked, every birthday celebrated at the dining table, every sleepover in my room, every morning on the sun porch.

The house is lined with my tears and laughter, connecting it together to be a part of my family.

I wipe a stray tear, knowing that a new family will be living here. This will be their new member to treasure.

I heart front door open, and my body freezes.

Oh my gosh

I stand in the kitchen, hoping that it is just the new couple about to move in. Thankfully, it is, and I apologize to them. They understand and I race out of that neighborhood, knowing I will never see that house again.

I make it back to my apartment, and begin unloading the boxes. I place all of the utensils in the kitchen, filling up the cupboards and drawers. I set out the small Knick knacks and picture frames on all the shelves, and place an afghan my Gram made on the back of one of the chairs.

It's beginning to look more homey.

My phone rings, and I pick it up, seeing an unknown caller.

"Hello?" I answer.

"(Y/n), it's your mother..." I hear her say in a panic.

"How did you get this number?" I ask, annoyed.

"That doesn't matter right now. You need to get out of that house," she says.

"What are you talking about?"

"Listen to me! You need to get out!" She yells.

"You don't even know where I am," I point out.

"Please, listen it's not safe there!"

"I moved. I'm not in Gramps and Grams' house anymore."

"(Y/n), I know! I'm begging you-"

I hang up on the crazy lady, and get back to unpacking. Within seconds, my phone rings again. I see it to be the same number, and I let it ring.

She calls 5 times, my phone constantly ringing, I can't take it anymore.

"What do you want?!" I yell.

"(Y/n)! Get out of that apartment!" She shrieks.

"Why do you keep saying that?! What's going on?!"

"He's come! You need to call the police! Get out of there!" She screams.

"Yeah, yeah, (y/m/n)...okay."

I hang up and call Ha Na.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Hey, Ha Na...did you give mom my number?" I ask.

"No, why?"

"Well, she just called me, screaming at me to get out of the apartment because 'he' is coming—whoever 'he' is," I explain.

"Oh my gosh...she's crazy, (y/n)," she sighs.

"I don't know...maybe I should get out just in case-"

"(Y/n), for all we know, she could've told you that be chase she's waiting outside for you...I wouldn't risk it," she says.

I nod, walking over to the large windows. I look down at the sidewalk, looking for my mom. Sure enough, she's down there, pacing back and forth.

"You were right, she's down there."

"See, you'll be fine. Now, if you need anything else, just give me a call," she assures.

"Okay, goodbye."

I hang up the phone and continue to unpack. As I fold clothes from the box, I hear a creaking noise. I look up and see the door to my apartment has opened.

"Hello?" I call out, "Chanyeol?"

When I hear no response, I get up and open the door wider, looking down the hallway. I close the door and get back to my spot on the floor, my stomach churning in fear.

I hear something crash in the kitchen and I jump up, running to see what it is. When I get in, I see a plate smashed on the floor. I take in a shaky breath.

In an instant, an arm is wrapped around my throat. It pulls me backwards and I struggle, squirming around. My hands find the arm, trying to pull it off, but, it is too strong. On instinct, my leg goes upward, hitting the crotch area. The person let's go and I turn around, kicking him in the knees.

Whoever it is is dressed in all black, a mask covering their face just like in my dream. As he is struggling on the ground, I run to the front door, and grab the handle. It won't budge.

I turn and see the person start to stand. I race up the stairs, pulling out my phone and dialing 911.

"Hello, 911, What is your emergency?"

I run into the closest room and jam a chair under the handle, locking it as well.

"Yes, there is someone in my house, I don't know if they are armed..." I explain quickly.

"Okay, ma'am, what is your address?" She asks calmly.

I tell her, panic laced in my voice.

"Help is on the way." She assures.

I hang up and look for a place to hide. Unfortunately, it's just an empty, square room, with the only other way out— a window that's over 30 stories high. I hear a loud pound on the door—the chair jiggles.

I dial Chanyeol's number, and it goes straight to answering service, "Chanyeol, there's someone in the house. He chased me up into a room, and I'm really scared-" I hear another pound on the door, this time it splits the wood. A hand reaches in and unlocks the door, pulling the chair down.

Tears stream down my face as the person enters the room, I watch as he saunters over.

"Chanyeol, please- help-help was on the way but-"

The person lowers itself to my level, it's head turning to one side. I'm frozen in fear, but am able to get out a few syllables, "I love y-" until his hand grabs my throat and I shriek as loud as I can. His fist connects with the side of my head and everything goes black.