He hurries over to her house after school, his mother's homemade chicken noodle soup packed in a bag at his side. He knocks on the door and bounces on the balls of his feet while he waits outside in the cold.
Soon enough, her father opens the door with a scowl on his face.
"What do you want?"
Chanyeol beams at him despite his clear annoyance.
"I'm here to see Hyrin," he informs.
"Hyrin's sick," the older man replies grumpily.
"I know sir, that's why I came," Chanyeol holds out the bad that held the large container of soup timidly, "I come bearing gifts?"
Hyrin's father grunts and takes it out of his hands. He opens the door wider, granting Chanyeol entrance.
"She's in her room, I'm sure you know where that is," her father tells Chanyeol sarcastically, to which Chanyeol nods eagerly and sets off.
He knocks on her door, waiting to hear a small sound of approval before entering.
Hyrin was sitting Indian style on her bed. She looked exhausted, yet she still tried to smile at him and give him reassurance that she was okay. He could see right past it, although he didn't show it. If he had to let her think she was fooling him to prevent her from feeling guilty, he would pretend to be oblivious.
"Hey," she greets softly.
"Hey."
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A Song For You.
FanficExcited to play for her the song he had worked tirelessly on, he waits in his living room for the doorbell to sound, indicating that she had arrived. He was too jumpy to practice while he waited, so he paced around. He waited for hours. -Story ide...
