Baekhyun's Pov......

I wanted him to take me whole but broken heart refused to let him in just yet. My hands stopped his as I shook my head slightly. I wanted to give in yet I was yet insecure.

"I understand sir. No worries." Chanyeol smiled brightly kissing me more time as he pulled me into a hug.

"I-I'm so-sorry." I looked into his brown eyes and he kissed my lips again. He gave know answer but I knew he understood.

I sat at my cabin, looking at the busy streets of Seoul. He had been working on a comeback album and has been in the studio ever since. I saw little of him, Spoke little though he was an endless fountain of chatter over the phone. I wanted to see Chanyeol. So much it was killing me. So I walked out of my cabin and went in search of his studio. Many idols nodded and me or greeted me. I nodded at them as I stood at door and sighed. I knocked the door and a deep come in came so I clicked the knob walking in.

"Oh Mr Byun!!! I missed-" Before Chanyeol could even say that Dara walked in with her tick tocking high heels.

"Channie.....Oppa!!!" She flirted and Chanyeol balled his wrist.

"Get out Dara!!!" Chanyeol hissed and she giggled. I stood there saddness taking over my heart.

"Ohh look its Mr Byun!!! Your pretend wife. Or may I say fuck buddy." Dara scoffed at me as she walked to his table and sat cross legged.

"Nice to meet you Miss Dara." I nodded as I tried to leave.

"Oh wait. Do attend our wedding!! Its six months after. Oppa!! Maybe we should have a kid before that. I would love to have a baby bump." She cooed and I shut the door. Enough!!! I ran out side as always. Through the back door to the thick forest behind. No I wanted to leave forever.

My best friend the rain showered on me as I fell down on the hard ground crying. For the first time in seven years. I knew I wasn't healing but I was becoming a little okay. Chanyeol seemed like he was my missing piece. Well I guess it was all my little hope that had no flame left. As the darkness of thunder took over my depression was unwillingly welcomed again. The pang of hurt and betrayal was pounding into my heart. It had been four months since we saw and fell for each other. I was so sure this would finally work out. I was interupted by the buzzing of my phone.

Mr Park♡!!! Calling.....

I swipped answer and kept it to my ear.

"Sir...Please where are you? I can explain." His voice sounded pure but I couldn't I was hurt. My body was already hurt and being hurt again would hurt me more.

"I-I love you. Only you Mr Byun. Come back." Chanyeol cried into the line. I cut it and ran future in into the forest. I was getting cut, bruised and hurt. But the thought of Chanyeol being with someone else. And she called me his fu-fuck buddy. I had never done that ever.

The rain became heavier as I cried into my arms. I yelped as I felt his arms wrap around my wet waist as his warm lips kiss my neck.

"Its just an arrangement. Its never happening. You are my husband no matter what happens. Please trust me. I'm not Daehyun." Chanyeol whispered into my ear.

His grip tighten and tighten and I gasped for breath turning around. Those dark brown eyes carried an ocean of sincerity that I got so biwitched I didnt notice our lips touching.

"Bu-But I-It's M-Mr Pa-Park Yo-You....ummm." I was shut with a butterfly kiss on my mouth and he sighed. He kissed me softly licking my lower lip as I gasped and entered my cavarn. He dominated me as he kissed me under the rain. This small gesture gave so much to me that I kissed back with tears flowing down. We pulled away swollen with love and short of breath.

"Mr Byun. Sir, If there ever comes a day that I have to tie the knot, It will only be you. Believe me. Let me in. And I'll Fix You with my love." Chanyeol smiled so radiantly I burst out crying again. "I'll take care of this blunder that Dara has put up okay?" He said and I nodded.

Well I was pulled to his studio as the sun rose again. Sitting on the table with his black turtle neck shirt hiding my band aids. I watched him apply cream on my bruised leg.

"Yo-You sho-should le-let me wea-wear pa-pants." I stuttered feeling embarassed about being with only a boxer always.

"Well then tell me sir, Do you believe in my love?" Chanyeol kissed my cheek and hugged my waist.

"I-I d-do." My eyes darted from both his eyes to lips. My breath was hitching as his lips touched my neck instead of my lips. And softly bit it. I gripped his shirt tight as he drew me closer, incredibly closer.

"I'll never stand at the alter if the bride isnt you. Trust me." Chanyeol hugged me so tight I felt wounds healing slowly. Maybe I'll him in.

"M-Mr Pa-Park w-we a-are i-in th-the stu-studio." I blushed looking away and he chuckled nodding.
The thought of Dara saying about their marraige and me being a fuck buddy still hurt. Yet Mr Park felt so true. I wish God. I wish Daehyun never comes back so I'd have to see his face. My head hurt since I was over thinking. But this thirty year old man made me want him more. I pulled Chanyeol closer hugging him tightly.

"Mr Park!! Chanyeol!!" Amber, his stylists voice sounded outside his door and we gasped. "You clumsy idiot you have a program in ten minutes." She banged the door and we hurried to dress my body up.

"I'm coming. I'll meet you at the make up room." Chanyeol shouted and she left. Before leaving he squished my cheeks and kissed me on my lips. "I love you so much Mr Byun." He winked running off.