A few weeks have passed since my trip, and my mind has barely thought about the job. Ever since the incident with what's-his-face, I was a little disgusted whenever I thought of it. I can't imagine moving our family away from Seoul, I mean, Chanyeol's job is stationed here. The pay is great, but I would never put my dreams before his.
My baby bump is starting to grow and I am getting a little excited to be a mom. I was a little scared at first, and I may get nervous time and time again, but overall I just can't wait to meet him or her.
I am walking down the street, carrying a few grocery bags in my hands when I see something that catches my eye in one of the cart that are parked along the sidewalk selling merchandise. I lift my sunglasses to make sure my eyes aren't deceiving me.
It's a shirt with Chanyeol on it.
And to be clear, it is NOT a good picture.
I bite my tongue, holding in my uncontrollable laughter, tears welling up in my eyes. I swallow down the laughs, and pick one up, heading to the cashier to buy it.
"Hi, I would like to buy this..." I say, trying to act calmly.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" the seller asks. I notice that a few tears are starting to fall down, and my face is pinched, trying not to laugh. I take a deep breath and wipe at my eyes quickly.
"Yes, I am fine, thank you," I say.
I pay, and walk home, excited for Chanyeol to see this when he gets out of practice. As soon as I enter the apartment, and throw on the shirt, admiring the way his face becomes deformed as it fits around my curves.
"This is the best purchase I've ever made," I say to myself.
"And what is that?" I hear a deep voice say from behind me. Quickly, I throw a blanket over my shoulders, wrapping it tightly around myself. I turn around to see that Chanyeol walked in the room.
"Nothing," I say with a straight-face.
He crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes, "show me."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I reply, walking into the kitchen. I feel his arms wrap around me from behind and I turn around, squirming out of his arms.
"Show me, please!" he begs.
"No."
"Then you leave me no choice," he says, a smirk playing on his lips.
My eyes widen, and whirl around running back to the living room, tipping a chair behind me. I make behind the couch and watch as he leaps over the fallen chair, racing aft me. He runs around the couch, and I do to, hoping he'll give up if we run in circles.
But, he's too fast and his arms are too long that he catches me and drops me on the carpet. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head in one hand. By now, I am laughing uncontrollably, tears rolling out of my eyes. He rips the blanket off and his face drops.
"What. Is. This?" he says dramatically.
I try to respond, but can't laughing harder than I ever have.
"Why would you buy this?!" he scolds me.
He helps me up, and I point to the shirt, "l-look at-t y-your f-face!" I say in between laughter. He pouts taking a seat on the couch.
"It's okay Chanyeol, I think it's one of your better pictures," I play.
He turns an angrily-playful glare at me and I dart up the stairs, and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I back up to the wall, laughing as he tries to door handle.
"Ha ha, (y/n), you win!" I hear him say from behind the door. My laughing dies down and I walk over to unlock the door, catching my breath.
When I'm halfway there, I feel something wet in between my legs. I bring down my hand, and lift it back up to my face.
It's covered in blood.
My breath hitches, and my legs go weak. I fall in slow motion, everything turning black when my head hits the floor.
Chanyeol's POV
I hear her laughing die down and footsteps headed to the door as I lean against the wall.
That dumb shirt. When she takes it off, I'm going to burn it, I think to myself.
I hear a bang in the room, and start to worry.
"(y/n)?" I call out, "(y/n), are you okay? Answer me!"
I try the door handle again, jiggling the door as hard as I can. It doesn't work.
"(y/n), don't joke around!" I yell, hoping she's just kidding. I hear no answer.
"(y/n), I'm coming in!" I say.
I think about hitting the door with my shoulder, or kicking it down, but if (y/n) fell, it might hit her. So instead, I clench my fist, and swing it to the right of the handle. It breaks through, and I unlock the door, swinging it open.
I see (y/n) on the floor, blood splattered along the floor, and covered on her hand. I rush to her, shaking her shoulders a bit.
"(y/n)!" I repeat, trying to wake her. When she doesn't respond, I call 911. I check her pulse, finding it easily, and I feel her chest, watching it rise and fall.
I don't move her, knowing that if she has a spinal injury, touching her would make it worse. I instead try to find the source of the bleeding. There's none from her head, and her arms and legs are good. I notice a small pool of blood forming around her pelvis, and I sit back, bring my hand to my forehead.
"No, no, no," I murmur, I grab her wrists, tears welling up in my eyes, "please no," I cry.
I hear the sirens outside, and I break from my trance, rushing to unlock the door. Paramedics rush in, and all I can think about is my (y/n) and my baby.
YOU ARE READING
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?
