I didn't mind if I had to stay under covers for the whole day, to at least have a hideaway from the awkward image before his family. I couldn't think of the worst question his mother would give me for the wobbling situation in front of her. Also the reflection in the steamed mirror inside the bathroom said the same that I shouldn't get out. Without realizing how sting the bite marks on my thighs and bones, recklessly showered myself with warm droplets of water. It was somehow torturing me stroking the numb area on my skin from above now and very often. At this time, my legs wasn't helping either. It was like back at my geography exam back seventh grade in state school. No matter how hard I tried to rewind the chemical resources of lower aspects in my own country, only empty set took place in my head. And now no matter how hard I attempted to stand straight, it itches and gripped my muscles everywhere even if I tensed to move a step

* How can I get out? Dang it *
Waving across the draught of water from shower, I splashed the whole bathroom with water soaking the room wet and nasty. The inner voices were drumming in my head and my ears were simulated with a loud swish. My head ached oppressing the pulses of the veins at my temples. The sensation was too much far beyond the limit I could handle. And there's the bad new welcoming me from the nasty wake up

* MY FREAKING WORKKKKKKKK. MR. STEPHEN IS GOING TO KICK MY ASS HAPPILY *
Quickly switching off the shower with my soaped hand, then finished the greasy shower wrapping the bathrobe over my refreshed skin, slowly avoiding from touch of the purple batches on the waist from further pain. The first thing that entered my sight as soon as I twisted the bathroom door opened, was Chanyeol standing tall and shielding me from above with unreadable code on his face

And secondly the most but not most embarrassing fact, I was only in the bathrobe. I couldn't imagine how my entirety would look like from his view without any underwear under the very thin wet lawyer of fabric which called bathrobe. Clearly, someone between the four grey walls of this bedroom was radiating happy virus and obviously that wasn't me, so I was smart and that him grinning down at me checking me out from head to toe like his dessert after dinner. I never made that mistake in front of him since day 1 of the room sharing thing and this recklessness just slapped me hard on my face

Y/n: Stop staring you jerk
I walked pass him reprimanding some curses and grabbed out some baggy jeans and yellow long sleeved cotton shirt along with my blue two piece underwear. This time I was much more conscious than before, and that consciousness reminded me that he's still in the room gazing at me with all eyes and ears, slightly drawing a thin smirk on those dry lips of his. Thinking about those lips, my mind started to drift to those passionate kisses we had a couple of hours ago on that bed. My eyes roamed over the wholesome of the situation on that messy sheets under the grey duvet

The body to body lingering on the bed, grinding each other for just a small friction seeking for each pleasure through the door of lips, sucking each other's soul out from their body and bonding them into one at every kiss they exchanged, hands on the other opponent's skin smoothing with tender touches and squeezes, roaming every portion where they hadn't explore yet, the rapid heave of their heart rhyming at each enter of the male, letting the female gasp in awe and bliss of the making love, getting a closer view of the male on the top who was staring the woman under him with much cares and love pouring sugar and honey from his intended gaze, his skin was tanned and mild at her touch convulsing terribly from the wave of peak threatening him at every past thrusts deeper into her soul. The view was dazzling and full of grim, filled with the things I never thought I would crave. Suddenly, the male jerked his head back to my direction with a half smirk curved lacing audaciously on his swollen lips. His lips parted for a word straight for me slowly........... and .............. slowly

" Y/n "

" Y/n "

" Y/n "

Chanyeol: Y/n, are you okay?
He ghosted me while I was daydreaming about us. It started me easily and according to the glint of his eyes, he's seemingly knowing my dirty replay

Y/n: I'm, I'm fine
Saying was easier then done. I was gone insane, only my appearance could keep me cool and not to burst out unbelievably about last night

* What the heck was wrong with me? I had sex. I had sex. I HAD SEX!!!!!! With Chanyeol? With Chanyeol. WITH CHANYEOL!!!!! And he's here in the room. How, Am, I,Going, To, Face, Him, Again? And not just enough to be awkward around him, I brought this bathrobe in front of him like that? And I, I, I replayed that scense in my head sinfully. I deserve to go to hell. And worst, I'm late to work *
The nightstand which existed across the room was supporting the alarm clock which was now pasting 9 and not only 3 or 4 minutes past, freaking 10 minutes. Even if I made it up to the office in 10 minutes not calculating the traffic jam on the way, I was sure to get kicked my ass by my crazy boss in front of my colleagues and acquaintances. The only word that my brain could relate was disaster, disaster, disaster, disaster, disaster, disaster

Y/n: This is the end. This the end. This is the end. I'm gonna get fired. Budda budda budda. God, save me
Without even bothering to care his existence, I wept helplessly like a lost kid in the forest. His grin wouldn't something for my gloomy mental state and it's irritatedly tantalizing me in low-key. I pushed him inside the bathroom forcefully but nah, he wasn't movable at all. But he's playing around with me acting he really got swept off by me making a painful remark like ouch ouch ouch

Y/n: You have to drive me to my office. Quickly, get ready
Only when I excused harshly like that, he rushed inside the bathroom immediately picking up the toothbrush before shoving in almost gagging at the suddeness like a fool

~•~

At the repeated shot from Mr. Stephen, my head only sagged straight download the concrete just about 5 feet away my head. Whether it was because I was so used to hearing his blames or just I didn't give no shit to him anymore, nothing he said reached my eardrums. Across the atmosphere between us, the spit from my boss almost laid to my make up as he just spat not speak to me. But by the savior of two hands, I should dodge the rain of spit beforehand

Y/n: Chan-chan-
When my eyes greeted at the saviour behind me, they widened both in amazement and fluster. It wasn't how I expected that to be. I thought it could someone inside the office at least, but he's there

Chanyeol: I'm sorry, sir. She was late because of me. I got up late and she was just waiting for me to fetch her here. I'm truly sorry
I didn't want to believe that it was Chanyeol who's defending me bowing 90° obediently as if he was at fault for everything from the start. He's saving me but I didn't feel a slight bit of relief at his compassion. I wasn't happy to blame him, not anymore. There's a thing in my guts that wanted to protect him from people's disdainful eyes which never existed before

Mr. Stephen: You, you are?
Of course, Mr. Stephen had no idea who my husband was

Chanyeol: Park Chanyeol. I'm Park Y/n's husband
It was satisfying me to inform who he belonged to openly to the world and the man I owned was incomparable to anyone. He's someone I loved and someone who loved me. There was a happy glint running in his eyes when he straightened up from his bow to look at me then to Me. Stephen. I knew I was lucky

~•~

Every thing got unraveled after a few minutes and Chanyeol headed back outside the building to his car. Without my instinct, my legs led me to the glass panes to see if he was already down. The broad shoulders of his and that tall giant figure really hugged me whole night and it's surreal. I had right to touch that body whenever I wanted from now on and great, that was just great

Even after he went back, my co workers didn't stop whispering about him. He was at every conversation of the women's in the office and I honestly enjoyed the jealousy from their eyes. Some heads peeked at me thinking I didn't notice and snickered with hatred at me not focusing their work. It was the first time I felt happy seeing people who hated me

Giyoung: Y/n, your husband is an attention catcher
The way she expressed him was just too hellish and exceeding with emphasises. And again I was enjoying that under low-key

Serena: I've seen him before this. He was waiting at the stairs just when I walked out the entrance. Wow, he's your husband?
Just right there, I remembered the day when he was sitting at the last stair nastily with his expensive suit and instantly I felt bad for him always waiting for me to just fetch me every day, no matter it's pouring or dirty. Had all I remembered when those time I caused him trouble and now that I was regretting for my actions

Y/n: Yeah, he's my husband. He is my husband
That was a big bomb shuttering into pieces realising how much he was troubled and isolated from me, just only because I held grudges when he only tended me to help

~•~

As always, I was the last one who had to set forth from my greasy office, turning all the lights off as if I was the security guard of the company. My work was giving me boredoms and annoyances but peace whenever I dealt with it. Honestly leaving or quiting would be better but I was hesitated for some reasons. Anyways, the tiredness slowly faded away when I stepped outside the building lightly, hardly hauling up the strap of bag which was shoving down my should from time to time

His car was already idling by the road and nonchalantly I approached closer to it, not even waiting him to come and open the door for me, I was already inside, surely belted well for safety. All I wanted was to take a warm water to retrieve the freshness and shoved under the blankets. My body needed rest and all to blame him. I could imagine his surprised expression as I just bathed in the car like a monster and closing eyes without even looking at him, judging by him didn't starting the engine yet. Seemed like he was taken blue

Y/n: Scared much?
The request of amused scoffs escaped from me but still I was recling my head to the cushion with still closed eyes. When he gave me no answer in return, a worried nerve rushed in my head causing me to open my eyes

" I was scared, really "
It wasn't his voice

Y/n: What- Sehun how are you-
I messed up. For a second, my brain halted in track not processing the situation of why Sehun was there not Chanyeol, why he was there in Chanyeol's car, and at another second, I realized it wasn't Chanyeol's car and indeed it was Sehun's car. He was waiting for me and I just walked in to him when I should avoid him

Y/n: I thought it's Chanyeol's car? I-
Nothing came out after that and I really had nothing to say after that excuse either. All I could think was how to get out of his car

Sehun: It's my car. My car
His breaths got heavy at the remark which could be assumed as he was angry

Sehun: Anyway, I wanna talk to you so listen
Oh, he wasn't requesting me to talk to him, he was letting me know before he decided. That said he was serious and I must talk with him

Y/n: Not now Sehun. Chanyeol must be somewhere near us. I have to go
It was just one try though I already hinted he had no intention to let me go by the time. Well, trying wouldn't hurt much. But the face he had approved my guess was totally right

* I hate when I know what'll come next all the time. Like this. Chanyeol's going to beat him if he saw us together. Damn *
My thoughts weren't helping me much either. And the man beside me was staring at the steer which both his hands gripped tightly almost breaking the thing apart from the car. Then his head waved right at me staring at me straight fueling me with stares saying you're a traitor. You hurt me. You betrayed me. Why did you? But in reality, no words slipped out of him like his mind was wandering over those words over and over again. There's only one way to make him feel better

Y/n: It's my fault. I didn't wait for you. I'm such a trash for falling for Chanyeol. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. I know my words couldn't sooth you right now, but I have to. I'm wrong. I'm so wrong. But I'm still in still with him. I'm sorry
My eyes which weren't looking straight to his, were gathering up courage with all my might and now staring at him straight into the scary dark sky in his almond orbs. It'd be a lie if I say that I wasn't scare sat him. He did success to scare me with that dry expression and placid dreadful eyes. Just as the time prolonged between us staring at each other, his breathing got stiffed and his chest heaved up and down in a flash with full speed venting snarls from his nostrils like a beast. I was scared but I couldn't dare to cut off the contact of our eyes in order to not provoke his pride more

Instantly, his eyes left mine after a few seconds darting to the steer which his fists never give a rest to the dashboard from his full forced punches. With that rate, he could mail a human into two splashing blood without feeling any guilt. At every past minutes, his angers just got the best time to grow bigger not to fade and letting me know apologizing wasn't a good idea to reduce his anger but just grow bigger

Sehun: Why him? Why him again? Why? WHY? WHY? WHYYYYYYY?
Along with his irritated anger, sobs and weeps came out of him together breaking him down into tears in front of me. Nothing happened as it's planned and everything had already shuddered into pieces as much as I was sure my heart had found its real owner and unfortunately it's not Sehun. Sehun's cheeks were soaked with his tears though his eyes were shutting tight and his back was relying back to the seat. He raced a run in quiet sobs preventing him from swishing like a coward in my eyes

Crying isn't the action of timidity. It's only because your body is secreting all the pain out from the system along with tears. I never liked when people tried to not cry. It's not a crime. You can cry. We can cry. It's not timid

I wanted to say those to him, but my words were restricted in my throat from coming out and all could do was pulling him into a hug. Physical contact could sooth people better than words but I wasn't so sure of it, just all I was capable of was hugging him by that time

He hauled and squeezed in my arms wrapping his arms around my waist drenching my blue skip coat in the process. I never knew Sehun was this emotional and soft like a baby who's yearning love from his mom. And it only made me feel more guilty. Everything would be a bit easier if he could let me go easily. But I could feel him at that. No one could ever be able to let someone they love go easily without attempting once or twice, 'cause it's love, not some snack or a game. Then I knew Sehun was really in love with me and I dared to hurt him and crash his true love. Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt and guilt and guilt and again guilt hunted me without rest and grazed upon my soul from bite to bite

But it didn't take long for the bomb to explode

Chanyeol: What the hell is happening there?

< END OF CHAPTER 32 >