Seriously Heart?

Chanyeol and I cried for an hour after that, and we were excused from our schedules.

Now, Chanyeol and I were sitting together in my dorm, Chanyeol’s head lay on my shoulder. He had been asleep for a half an hour. I, on the other hand, was on my phone. I suddenly started getting message after message from Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. I click on one from instagram. ‘186 new comments’, I clicked on my most recent photo and read the comments.

“Why did you lie?”

“Why didn’t you tell?”

“You better break up with Chanyeol oppa or I’m coming for you.”

“Go die in a hole.”

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”

“Chanyeol deserves much more, and probably doesn’t even like you. He is just being kind. Save you both the pain.”

The fans hate me. All of them. There was no doubt about it. I found one encouraging comment, on all three sites combined.

I lock my phone, and stare at the black screen. I need to do something to get this off my mind.

I carefully pushed Chanyeol’s head to the couch cushion instead of on my shoulder. I stood and decided to go out for some fresh air. I put on a light jacket with a snapback hat and sunglasses. Hopefully, no one will find out who I am.

Thirty minutes later I am walking down the streets of the city. Looking at the stores, and advertisements. I walk into a grocery store to stock up on food.

I wander through the aisles finding the things that I knew I needed, or didn’t need.

I stood in front of the ice cream trying to decide whether to get the fattening food. It always seemed to cheer me up. I got it.

I suddenly remembered a silly quote I had heard since I was younger, “You can never be sad while holding a cupcake”. And with that, I headed toward the cupcakes.

With my basket full, I go to pay for the food. The woman at the cash register looks at me strangely.

“It’s bright in here, isn’t it?” she said sarcastically.

“The brightest.” I grabbed my bags and walked into the chilly air. It looked as though it was going to rain and I didn’t have good warm clothes.

I tried to wave down a taxi with no success. I started walking toward the dorms..

I thought a lot during that long walk.

Should I really break off the relationship with Chanyeol? Why couldn’t fans just stay out of my personal life? Was I really that terrible?

I didn’t realize I was crying until my cheeks started to freeze. I rubbed my hands together and across my cheeks, trying to warm them up.

I was in the middle of smacking my face when someone pulled me from behind into an ally.

Someone slapped me, “How dare you date Chanyeol?!” a high voice screamed at me.

I was shocked, I guess my disguise wasn’t that good.

One of the three girls punched me in the stomach. I groaned in pain and dropped my bags.

I received several more punches, kicks, and trash talk. I just stood there until it was to hard too. I sank to the ground and waited for the beating to stop. It finally did and the girls ran away. I just sat there. Mind blank.

My phone suddenly started to ring, “Suho”.

“Hello?”

“Claire, Chanyeol is in the hospital, come now.”

The line went dead and I jumped to my feet. Leaving the food behind, I limped to the street waving my hand toward the street. I prayed for a taxi to stop for me. One did.

“The hospital and fast please.” I said as I got into the taxi.

The driver drove the ten blocks to the hospital while I got my money ready.

As soon as the car stopped I threw the money to the driver telling him to keep the change, and ran into the hospital.

“What room is Park Chanyeol in?”

“I’m not allowed to give out this information.”

“Please, I’m his girlfriend.” I pleaded.

“I don’t care who you are.”

“It’s okay she’s with us.” I heard from behind me. I turned and saw Baekhyun and Chen standing there.

I ran to them, “What happened? Is Chanyeol alright? Where is he?”

“Chanyeol was attacked by a few fans, he’s should be fine he is just unconscious at the moment.” Baekhyun said softly.

I relaxed a little, “Can I see him?”

“Not yet,” Chen answered, “what happened to you?”

“Same as Chanyeol. Fans.”

“People need to take a chill pill and get out of everyone else’s business.” Baekhyun whined.

We walked toward the private waiting room for Chanyeol where the rest of EXO were waiting.

A nurse came by as I was sitting in a chair and attended my cuts and bruises.

After forever, we were finally able to go into the room though Chanyeol was still unconscious.

Chanyeol lay on his back, peacefully. Bruises and cuts covered his face and arms. A wrap around his head. I pulled a chair next to his bed and held his hand. I bit back tears.

After a while EXO left after making sure I had everything I needed.

I spent the night there beside Chanyeol, my hand in his.

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I woke up with EXO in the room, they all had flowers, balloons, and stuffed animals for Chanyeol.

Chanyeol started to wake up, and I smiled at him happily and held tightly onto his hand.

Chanyeol lazily opened his eyes, he glanced around the room and he smiled at each of the members. His eyes stopped on me. Chanyeol looked at our joined hands and pulled away.

He then asked, “Who are you?”

Notes

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