Y/n: Chanyeol
I finally spoke it out but not as tough as I expected, as I was already weak under his influence

Y/n: Chanyeol
I pulled out that word and called him again. Only snorts came out of his pouting lips

Y/n: Park Chanyeol
I called out his surname clearly and loudly. But I got no reply. That made me think if he's doing it on purpose

* I don't wanna call out his name again *
I feared if I called him again it'd be the permission for him to enter my heard like " open sesame ". The gate opened after Alibaba demanded that words thrice. I was freaking afraid at a potty thing

Chanyeol: Yes, Park Y/n
He mentioned something I'd never agreed out of blue. It's logical but not exceptive. In front of my wonderful and angry eyes, I saw him opening his. As I expected, his eyes looked like he was hearing me from the first time

Y/n: Don't call me like that
I roughly pushed him off and escaped from his arms. He went up while his eyes figuring out what made me angry Still stupidity never left his face

Chanyeol: Why?
Again, he asked another stupid question. After all those events happened frantically and hysterically, he still wondered why I didn't like him. He should be more clever

Y/n: My surname is not Park. It's Oh. My father is Oh Dohyung
I was formal and straightforward more than he could ever imagined. Then, I saw him clicking his tongue as he frustrated at my answer. And also a dark aura was rotating around his body till it transfered goosebumps to each bones of my body. He walked towards me with a blank and flat expression

His steps got

CLOSER and

CLOSER

Chanyeol: Don't ever mention about your old surname again
His lips trembled in the dark red sunset lights and each word was frightening to himself

* Oh god, I think he misunderstands me *
That thought barged in my brain suddenly and I realized the reason behind his twisted visage. It was a misunderstanding. I never willed to bring that out again

Y/n: I, I mean -
Before I could say anything he cut me off

Chanyeol: I just wanted to cuddle you. That's all
My heart ached at his statement and felt like the settings of the heart gone wrong. I truly never wished to hurt his feeling. That was so plain and simple for me, but he heard them mistakenly. I heard him clenching his jaw as he walked pass me to outside of the room

* I'm perplexed right now to what I did and to what I felt. I felt sorry for him. But why? *
I inhaled a long breath and gulped my saliva in confusion

* Do you feel sorry for hurting him ? *
A sudden question from my inner self was threatening me. It was ghosting me like it had known all about me

* Wait, why would I feel sorry for him? I don't care for him, do I? *
I was like ' let's kill this pit '

~~.........~~

I promised dad that I would give a visit to his house. And as I wanted to forget that I was confused about my feelings, next day I left the house early. 'Cause it was the first time coming back from a place I didn't want to live, not because it passed a long time , I shed a tear in front of my old house. Unknowingly, my phone was buzzing

~buzz~buzz~

When I grabbed it out of my bag to answer the call, dad came out of the house

Dad: Y/n, my pumpkin
His tone was decorated with happiness and indulgence. He always was a calm and pretentious about his feelings, but he ran towards me and pulled me in his arms, not even caring about his tough image

* Mr.Oh is a really cute man . This can be the reason why mom fell for him *

Dohyung: I've been calling your phone thousands of times
He complained confusingly and showed me his phone screen with a lot of calls he attempted to reach

Y/n: I'm sorry. I was recalling the memories when you, mom and I were happy and in union
I didn't want to make him miss mom anymore, so I changed the topic while smiling

Y/n: So, shall we do gardening first?
His face lightened up and lips curled upwards the sky, eyes sparkling for what could come next

Dohyung: I've been thinking about it too
I wrapped my left arm around his waist and we headed to our family garden

Y/n: Are you sure about your confidence at gardening?
I shrieked while staring at the long grasses and weeds on the ground of the messy garden. I even didn't fail to reward him with an annoying face expression and sarcastic tone when I asked him

Dohyung: What? How dare you?
He sweetly stroke my head and whimpered. His tone maintained both slight irritation and amusement

Y/n: Look at the weed. I think you're gardening weed not the pumpkin. Who knows? One day, weed can be a trend in the list of gardening plants
I sarcastically praised him and he laughed at the top of his lungs

Dohyung: I think I need to find a professional gardener or give up on our garden
Both happiness and sadness could be seen in his eyes. They were missed in a same ratio. I knew he loved the garden as it had the plants mom raised up with her own hands, and which we all together planted, at our every wonderful and delightful ceremony

* Dad is so obsessed with these plants *
I thought to myself while staring at his soft features

Dohyung: But I'm sure I was a good gardener for my pumpkin
He gazed at me with those amusing mentoring eyes, which I cherished and idolised in my entire life. His face was filled with pleasure and certainty

* But certain things are out of control, dad. I promise I'll try my best to keep on my path *

~...~

I ate my lunch at his house and also dinner, too. Then I kissed him goodbye and headed back to where I belonged to. I went in shower to clean the dust and mud I was gifted from the garden. While I was wiping my wet hair, he knocked the door

Chanyeol: Y/n
Actually, he didn't have to do that. It's also his room but he gave respect to me

* I think the disrespects his gave me were much more than this *
I knew I tried to hate him for what he acted cockily in front of me

Y/n: Come in
I turned my head to the mirror, looking at my wet face and hair, still heating up with shower steam

Chanyeol: Did you have your dinner?
He stood at the door and asked gently

Y/n: Amm
I nodded once humming an approval

Chanyeol: I bought some ice cream. Do you wanna eat?
His tone was casual and soothing, like he was comforting a child

* Well, at this time, it's like nothing bad happened between us *
I took the ice cream cup towards the living room heading to watch movies while eating. I surely felt his presence a little far from me beside on the sofa. I put in all CD one after another, not acknowledging what the current time was

It reached to midnight when night sounds like, louder car honks, some chirps from the small insects creatures blessed the silence of the city. And he's still there not yawning once. Another thing got on my nerves, that he didn't ask me where I went

* Doesn't he wanna know where I was? *
I was pondering and drowning in my own thoughts and lost track of the movie. My vision became unusual before the television. I squinted and widened my eyes in order to clarify the situation of the movie and then my nerves deciphered where the movie was aiming

I was curious to death why he acted so understanding towards me. I doubted but played it cool, and focused back on the movie. I wasn't sure if he stared at me or focused on the movies like me

* Or do I even focus on the movies? Why did I put the CD in one by one? Is that because I wanted to watch movies? Am I a movie lover? *
Self Q&A was even harder for some matters. You know you can't lie to yourself but when you venture to swivel them, it's funny for yourself. An embarassing fact. I always knew movies didn't get my attention that much

* Then is that because I wanted to stay quiet and close with him? What are you doing to my sensation? *

Y/n: I wanna sleep
I suddenly mumbled in a soft tone not like telling him, more like muttering to myself. He complained nothing

I laid on the bed and opened my phone for updates

* Oh my god *
My brain went to blank as I saw them as soon as I opened the screen, popping out from no where to never ending edge

* Are these all real? *
My soul was secreted by the messages demon and also by the missed calls from Chanyeol. They were so much. As much as I couldn't count how much they were. I checked the times and found one at 10 AM. It was around the time I reached dad's house. I didn't recognized not only dad's call but also his too

Y/n: And at 11:30, 11:45, 11:53. What are all these for?
I mumbled in perplexity looking at his endless calls numbers

* He wanted to know where I was *
Again he stormed my brain

Y/n: Then why didn't he ask me at there?
I froze for a minute. His sometimes unpredictable and sometimes non understandable behaviours fooled me, too. He wasn't always predictable and stupid actually

Y/n: He had chances to ask me but he didn't
My lips muttered with the help of the tongue and teeth before fading at the latter words

* Why? *
I only could think he's so pittyful

* Can a man who erased my love and pride from my history be this pitiful? *

< END OF CHAPTER 4 >