Let Me Love You [EXO Chanyeol]

Chapter 1

Kim Sunhee

The bitter taste lingered in my mouth. I got back up from kneeling down, feeling rather ashamed.

I mean, it's pathetic, really, to vomit everything you eat, even if it's a tiny portion, in hopes of finally fitting into society's concept of being attractive.

I had never really cared about any of this, at least not until I grew older and reality hit me like a brick. I knew that boys didn't like chubby girls, or girls who ate a lot, and I also knew that I shouldn't have cared about that, about what boys liked, because if someone was to like me, that person would like me for who I really was, but I just couldn't help myself. It was practically inevitable.

It all began when I was eighteen years old, about three years prior to this story. I really liked this guy who didn't like me back, and when people found out, they pointed out every single flaw that there was to me, the major one being my very imperfect body. I knew I shouldn't have listened, but people can be so cruel.

Ever since, I ate less and vomited everything afterwards. Sometimes I'd have a healthy snack, in order to somehow maintain my health balanced. It actually worked, for my parents never noticed how unhealthy and unstable I really was, but that was mostly because they were always working.

My friends did notice my weight loss, though, but I just claimed to have gotten on a diet. I also said I exercised, when in reality, I couldn't run for twenty seconds without getting exhausted.

"Mom, I'm ready!" I exclaimed as I dragged my suitcases downstairs.

My mother opened the door for me and closed it once I had gotten out.

"Let me help you out, miss," one of our chauffeurs, Hwanchul, offered, reaching a hand out to aid me, but I didn't hesitate to decline.

"I'm alright, thanks." I placed both suitcases in the trunk and quickly got in the backseat. "I guess I'll see you in Busan, mom," I said once the window was rolled down.

"Okay. Call me when you get there, Sunhee. I'll let you know when we've left, alright?"

"Yeah, alright." I blew her a kiss.

She pretended to catch it and placed it in her heart. "I love you."

"So do I."

The five-hour-long car ride from Seoul to Busan was peaceful, but I was anxiously waiting to finally get there. I hadn't been in Busan for a long time, a bit over two years, since my parents could never really spare much time for me, and so I had to leave to foreign countries for vacation, rather than spend some family time in Korea.

Once we got there, I hurriedly got out of the car and went straight to the 30th floor, in order to check in. We, my parents and I, were staying at the Park Hyatt Hotel in Busan. It was a really exclusive and expensive hotel, and the only reason we could afford it was because we were very well off. My parents were both successful lawyers, and they wanted me to follow their steps.

I never cared much about the money, I had always been a humble and simple person. But since we had it, we took advantage of it. Still, if you saw me on the streets and didn't know me, you would've assumed that I was not more than just a middle class girl. I never gave much care to whatever I wore. I just put on whatever... whatever was big enough to not let people see my body. I was, oh, so ashamed of it.

I usually wore loose dresses and loose shirts, sometimes sweats, or maybe long skirts. I looked good, to be honest, maybe a bit too thin, and everyone seemed to notice except for myself. I guess that being mentally ill blinded me. I never really thought about getting help, mostly because I was afraid of getting caught by my parents, or anything similar.

"Miss, you just sign here, and I'll hand you your room key right away," the lady behind the counter told me while she handed me a document. "Here you go," she said while passing me the card-key. "Have an amazing stay."

I bowed and smiled, then left. Once I reached my room in the 22nd floor, I entered and saw that my luggage was already there. Nice.

I wanted to actually enjoy this trip, unlike the many others I had gotten the chance to experience. I always hid myself, rather than go outside and have some fun, meet some people. Well, I was never really much of a social butterfly, I was somewhat shy and very unconfident, but I was also nice and kind. I guess that's why I at least got to have a few friends.

"Well, Kim Sunhee, no one knows you here," I said to myself as I placed my clothes in the hangers. "You can wear whatever you like, let people see how much you've actually progressed." I then proceeded to step before the mirror in the bathroom. "You're not there yet, but you're pretty close," I whispered as I skimmed my fingers over my belly.

I put on a pair of slightly oversized, light denim, high-waisted jean shorts, a white crop top and a blue kimono jacket with flowers spread all over it. I then slipped into my white converse. I felt pretty, honestly, because the outfit looked great on me.

"Finally, I look descent." I chuckled. I brushed my teeth before exiting the room.

I plugged my earphones in my phone and listened to some random song that came on shuffle. No, not K-pop. I mean, it's not that I didn't like it, I liked a few songs and whatnot, but I just happened to like foreign music better, since it helped me with my learning. Although I didn't listen to much K-pop, I knew some of the artists' names, since they were so relevant to Korean society.

Munjeleul tonghae maeum(문제를 통해 마음/Mind over matter) I thought as I translated the song I was currently listening to in my head.

I was happily walking around the hotel grounds, thinking of something to do. Nothing really came to mind, so I decided to just roam around town, staring at the boats and the people and the surroundings. It was all very pretty.

At around seven, I decided to finally walk back. As I was approaching the entrance, reading This Side of Paradise by Fitzgerald and listening to music, I accidentally bumped into someone's tall frame.

"I'm sorry," I apologized as I raised my head to stare at the person and was quite surprised.