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"I don't let anyone else drive for him anymore."

The incident actually happened during our first year in college.

Park Chanyeol and I were already five years in our relationship and a month into our chosen degree— Business management. My boyfriend was more of the achiever type since he'll be inheriting their overwhelming richness in the future while I was more laid-back, the only goals I have in mind are passing all my subjects and staying under the radar since attention hasn't proven to be beneficial since junior high.

Anyway, the opposite has happened to my boyfriend. A few days into university and everyone already knows who Park Chanyeol is— Firstly because it was a shock he is both handsome and intelligent, and secondly because he's outstandingly rich. He grew to be very popular among the girls, unfortunately, and although a lot of other male students wanted to be buddies with him, he seemed to be uninterested in widening his social circle, spending most of his time with me or Kim Jongin.

Being a good boyfriend and avoiding unnecessary attention were two tasks I almost didn't know I could accomplish simultaneously. It's not like I'm not proud of him, it's just that bad experiences from high school really do leave some scars. Luckily, Chanyeol understood my worries well enough. He remains sweet and everything, but he doesn't really do anything physical with me unless we're alone together to avoid unwanted rumors.

"Is Park Chanyeol dating anyone?"

That was the first question I heard from a small group of girls as soon as I stopped by my lockers and pulled my earphones off my ears. It appeared that the news from last night on national TV about Park Chanyeol being branded as the youngest successor of the largest group of companies in the country has gathered enough unwelcome attention.

Someone giggled at the question. "I've been asking that since day one."

"Well, he's very much good-looking," another whispered. "I doubt if he isn't already taken."

"Must be from a well-known family, too."

"Or a model? Since he's super tall."

I very carefully opened my locker, doing my best to not create any noise. The gossipers are only five steps away from me.

"He's spending too much time with this guy from my class," one of the girls said and I think I just froze. "They're not particularly clingy... But Chanyeol seems different around him."

A pause. "How different?"

"Well— He's... He just— He smiles and laughs a lot. And Chanyeol likes teasing him."

"Really?" Someone gushed. "But he looks so serious all the time! I could still remember the furious look he gave this girl when she tried to sit with him at the library. It was super scary."

There's a sigh. "That's why I don't try anything with him! He's absolutely my type, but I'm too intimidated, I can't even say a stupid word when he's around."

"Wait, wait, wait. But is the other guy you're talking about at least a cutie?"

Another pause. "It's not that..." the girl answered, hesitant. "He's more like... Hmm... I don't know— He's more like pretty?"

My hand paused in mid-air as I was retrieving my books. I know they're talking about me but I absolutely didn't expect the description and I think my whole face just turned red. Suddenly, there's laughter.

"Pretty?" Someone giggled. "How could a guy be pretty? That's ridiculous!"

"Well, he is!" The other one insisted. "You should have seen him— Shit. Isn't that Park Chanyeol?"

Wait.

The who?!

I think I turned too fast or snagged my things too carelessly because a bunch of them fell from my locker and to the tiled floor loudly. I felt like I was caught red-handed as I glanced at the group of girls who are now looking at me with wide eyes and utter recognition. To my other side, Park Chanyeol, in his expensive stylish clothes from LV, is rushing to my aid, and I think he just literally dodged someone who was about to get his number.

"Hey," he whispered as we both knelt down to get my books and some pens. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah..." I breathe. "Just... Surprised."

Chanyeol frowned as he looked around, eyes like that of a hawk. "Surprised over what? Is someone bothering you?"

"No!" I answered too loudly and blushed. "I'm— I'm okay." My boyfriend just nodded in response though his gaze remained attentive. After gathering everything, Chanyeol helped me to my feet then took my bag from my shoulder— He insisted on doing that every day, it's annoying. But then he started putting some of his things in my locker, making me look at him in question. "What are you doing, sir?"

"Oh," Chanyeol smiled. "I forgot my locker passcode so I'll be using yours for now."

I gaped at him. "Just— How in the world did you forget your locker passcode, Park Chanyeol?"

"I haven't been using it for a week now, babe," he mutters. "And I have to go here and there and sign papers for whatever just so I can have the passcode back. It's a hassle."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "So you're bothering me instead?"

"Yes," Chanyeol nodded before flashing me that million dollar smile. God. If only he's less handsome it'll be easier for me to be meaner. "Okay. So, what's your passcode?"

I glared at him sharply. "Nuisance," I hissed but still pulled unto his shirt so he could stoop a little and I could whisper the combination to his ear. "Type it on your phone or write it on a paper or something," I said. "I'm not giving it to you twice."

"Understood, boss." Park Chanyeol nodded once, grinning to himself. He really does smile a lot around me.

I watched in silence as my boyfriend practically emptied his bag, stuffing my locker with some of his reports, spare shirts, books, an iPad, chargers, and a sports drink. As I wait for him, I guess that's the only time I got to pay attention to our surroundings again. The group of college girls from a while ago is throwing us curious glances and are obviously eavesdropping. Students who walk down the hallways past us are glancing twice, the second one more attentive.

Feeling a little more self-conscious, I turned my back to the strangers then faced the lockers instead. "I really wished you weren't in that news report," I murmured.

"Hm?" Chanyeol pushed the locker door close. "What did you say, babe?"

I scooted closer to him then looked up sheepishly. "I really wished you weren't in the headlines last night," I said, a little louder this time. "Am I... Am I being selfish if that's how I am thinking?"

"No, of course you're not, baby," Chanyeol gently said, reaching to brush some stubborn strands of hair off my face. "Look. I really do understand why you feel that way. I know you don't like people looking at you or watching your every move, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry you've got to experience more of that now."

I frowned a little. "More?"

With that, Chanyeol smiled. "You really think you don't stand out, even before, for being too beautiful?" He teased, pinching my cheek.

What? People know me for my face?

Ew. I don't want to be known for that.

"Yuck," I fake-vomited. One day, people will know me for my art— Mark my words.

Park Chanyeol chuckled before finally taking my hand in his then intertwining our fingers. Like what the girl from a while ago said, we are not usually this clingy around each other. But then I guess there's something about the watchful eyes and curious individuals surrounding us that made both of us recognize the posing need to be with each other— To not raise any more wrong speculations. To answer unspoken questions. To create boundaries.

My boyfriend is surely aware of his growing popularity. He knows more people will be vying for his attention from now on— Be it for love, fame, money, or whatever. But Chanyeol wanted to let every expecting soul realize that he's basically not up for grabs anymore. He already has someone. And sorry, but we're very much in love.

And as much I like it there under the radar, I don't think I'll be choosing comfort over this handsome giant holding my hand who did nothing but make me happy during those six years we've known each other. I would never choose anything else over him.

"Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about, Byun Baek," my boyfriend suddenly said as we walked down the hallways. I could still feel eyes on us but I tried ignoring them completely. "Um, but before anything, I gotta tell you that I already talked to your parents about this—"

I stopped short. "W-What—" My eyes went wide as I stared up at him, pointing a trembling finger to his face. "D-Did you—"

But then Chanyeol flicked my forehead, understanding my expression. "I'm not going to ask you to marry me. YET! Okay?" He sighed, though a ghost of a smile was pinching his lips. "Relax, babe, relax."

"Okay, okay!" I exclaimed, clasping my forehead. "You didn't have to flick me— That hurt!"

"Aw, babe, sorry," then he kissed me fast on the lips, I think I nearly fainted on the spot.

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS THAT?!

WE'RE IN A FUCKING HALLWAY WITH FUCKING STUDENTS who are now aren't sure whether to look away or keep staring in utter shock!

"You—!"

But Park Chanyeol was quick to throw his arm around my shoulders. "Alright, save the scolding for later," he said as he guided me towards an exit. His voice turned more serious. "I really... Need to talk to you about something."

All the playfulness from a while ago is gone as Chanyeol led me outside the building and to the baseball field. We walked quietly, hand-in-hand, along the well-trimmed grass and I tried sympathizing with my boyfriend's mood shift, all the while racking my brain for whatever he wants to talk about. Is this about our relationship? Well, I don't think we have big problems arising yet. Chanyeol helped me up the bleachers, holding me by the waist as we ascended the stairs towards the highest tier.

A baseball tryout is going on and from our position, the wind seems to be a little bit colder.

"Here," Chanyeol shrugged off his coat and draped it around my shoulders when he noticed me shivering.

"Thanks," I smiled, pulling the warm cloth closer around my body. It smells strongly of him. "So... What is it you want to talk about?"

Park Chanyeol watched my face carefully. "You know we always go to school together either in a car or on foot, right? And I always send you home whether you're from school or wherever, right?" His voice is suddenly so gentle it's almost like he's talking to a child. "It's just that, because of the news from last night, some things have to change..."

I felt myself frown. "What do you mean?"

"The moment the company revealed I'm an heir, people started investigating me... My personal life," he looks at me meaningfully. "I'm afraid we can't go to school on foot anymore, baby, and I got to have this driver... For security purposes..."

I nodded then smiled. "I understand. You don't have to worry about me." And that's true. I can take care of myself. I may be Park Chanyeol's partner, but I'm basically insignificant... Right?

"About that," Chanyeol sighed. "Father and I agreed to give you your own personal driver, too, Byun Baek. He'll also act as your bodyguard. Your parents also agreed to the arrangement."

"M-Me?" I stammered, surprised. "B-But I'm just— Me. I'm not a successor or anything. I'm an ordinary university student."

"But you're my boyfriend," Chanyeol said seriously. "You're basically the one I'm going to marry. You're— You're like the 'second' successor. The people who wanted to interview me knew about you, and honestly, it worried the shit out of me."

I bit my lip, thinking deeply. To be honest, if I am to decide, I do not want some armed stranger driving me to wherever and watching my every move. Ever since Park Chanyeol and I got together, it has always been just us— Whether it's on foot or in an expensive vehicle. We're like normal teenage lovers who enjoy each other's company. I just didn't expect things to go this way or change this drastically.

"We can't—" I pout. "We can't ride the same car?" Normally, we listen to one song every time and sing along with it. I'm going to miss that.

Chanyeol took my hand and held it tightly. "We can," he nodded. "But I have to make a lot of detours from now on because I'll be visiting the company more often now."

"Oh..." I looked down. Well, if that's the case, I don't want to be sharing the same car with Park Chanyeol. I don't want him thinking about me while doing his own personal things. We have our own lives. Sure, I'm going to miss those times we spend in the car alone, but he has his priorities and I have mine. We shouldn't burden each other with unnecessary worries. "I understand," I smiled, finally meeting his eyes. "It's okay. I'll take the original arrangement. I'm sure I'll get used to it."

My boyfriend sighed in relief, his eyes very much attentive and affectionate. "You sure, Byun Baek?"

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Just... Promise me one thing, okay, babe?"

"Sure. What's that?"

"Please have lunch with me everyday," I requested in a small voice.

Park Chanyeol pressed my palm on his cheek before kissing it. "Of course," he whispered. "And then marry me so we could do it for the rest of our lives."

I rolled my eyes though I know my cheeks are already burning red. "Dream on."

Huh.

Now that I think about it, I guess that's the very first time Chanyeol practically asked me to marry him. 

Old habits die hard.

That's something I realized as a fact as I was walking towards the parking lot right after my last class. It's a Wednesday and the day is more humid than I initially thought it would be. I stopped on my tracks, wiped sweat from my forehead, then sighed. Oh, yeah. Park Chanyeol won't be driving me home anymore.

I headed towards the nearest covered walk within sight just as my phone chimed. It's a message from Chanyeol.

'Hi, baby. Take care on your way home! I love you and I'll see you tomorrow.'

And then he sent a PDF file about the driver slash bodyguard who would be picking me up from now on. He also attached a picture of the car we'll be using and its plate number. I raised an eyebrow. Classy.

As I was typing a reply, a silver Maserati slowly pulled to a stop in front of me. Surprised, I took a step back and was ready to start punching villains when a man, probably in his thirties, stepped out from the driver's side. He sports a very clean haircut and is wearing an all-black suit as he walked towards me before bowing from his waist. "Good afternoon, sir Baekhyun," he greeted. "I am Jung Taejoon. I will be your driver from now on."

"O-Oh," I awkwardly bowed back. "I-I'm Byun Baekhyun." I glanced at my phone then towards him and the car. Alright. Everything matches just right.

Mr. Jung reached towards the car then wordlessly opened the backseat door for me. I don't want him to think I'm stupid or an airhead so I tried my best to be less hesitant and skeptic with my movements. As we left the school, it appeared that he already knew the route to our house and to the other places I occasionally visit. I ask him random questions once in a while, just to get to know each other better, and Mr. Jung answers them all rather honestly and respectfully.

Life went like that for a few weeks.

My driver and I became closer— more like good friends. Park Chanyeol waits for me at school everyday then accompanies me to lunch and walks me to my classes. We started spending more time with each other at the university than we ever did before, because as soon as we left its premises, my boyfriend would be preoccupied with more business-associated troubles. Chanyeol and I also decided to start caring less about other people and became more focused on our studies and relationship— We talk about our plans for the future and our own personal worries.

Everything was fine and all.

Until one Monday.

It has been toxic. As soon as I slipped inside the backseat of the Maserati, I immediately pulled my laptop from my bag then started working on a report. It's the week before our major examinations so requirements are piling up. It's a real curse when professors give you the most important tasks during such ungodly days. It almost feels like they're all conspiring to make your supposed-to-be-review-days the most hectic.

"Rough day, sir?" Mr. Jung asked from the front just as we exited the gates.

"Yes," I almost cried. "I have to finish this report immediately so I can study."

Mr. Jung chuckled, amused at the painful expression I am wearing. "I wish you the best of luck then, sir," he said before he turned off the stereo so I can focus on whatever I am doing.

The ride home is usually around thirty minutes and the route is already painstakingly familiar. I continued hitting on the keyboards of my laptop, my brain wandering off to somewhere occupied by marketing and investments.

Then very suddenly, we took a sharp turn towards a street causing my laptop and phone to fall off my lap. "Shit," I cursed, looking up quickly before retrieving my things. Mr. Jung kept his attention on the road and the rearview mirror. I glanced out the window and realized we're not anymore following the usual path to our house. "W-What's happening?" I breathe, confused and suddenly nervous. "Is everything okay, Mr. Jung?"

"Please keep your head low, sir Baekhyun," Mr. Jung said in a firm voice. "That pickup truck has been following us since we left the university."

It almost felt like my breath caught in my throat. "W-What...?" I didn't dare raise my head from that moment. A pickup truck following us? Why? My hands are shaking as I attempt to call the police, cursing when I'm transferred to a busy line. I kept trying.

Mr. Jung started tapping on a screen on the dashboard, calling the Park family's security department. Someone immediately picked up. "This is Jung Taejoon," my driver said. "I'm with sir Baekhyun right now. A pickup truck is following us. Track our location immediately." Then he pressed on some keys before retreating back on his seat and hitting the gas, sending the car to an incredulous speed.

My chest is starting to clench around my breathing. Fuck. Not now.

We started speeding through deserted streets and rounding busy corners in an attempt to lose our stalker. Mr. Jung curses under his breath whenever he realizes the truck is still there, matching our velocity. Still shaking from fear, I reached for the seatbelt and buckled myself to safety— But there's definitely little I could do to stop the terror which is starting to grip my heart.

An anxiety attack. It's here. Again.

I started gasping for air. "W-What do they want?" I managed to say.

"We do not know yet, sir—" Mr. Jung gave me a quick worried glance. "Sir Baekhyun, are you okay?"

"N-No—" I choked out because it's the fucking truth. "I-It's—" But then I was thrown forward as something deliberately hit the back of the car.

Mr. Jung gritted his teeth. "What the hell?!"

I faced forward and realized we're starting to approach a highway.

I clenched my fist as I hit my chest, urging me to breathe. "I-It's red," I called out, my voice shaking. "The stoplight! It's red!"

Mr. Jung stepped on the brakes, slowly pulling us to a stop. But just as I was beginning to calm down, the truck behind us drove itself again against the back of our car, causing my body to lurch forward due to the force. It felt like the air was punched out of me. "What—!" And they didn't stop. They continued bumping on us, urging us to move forward.

The stoplight is still red. The highway is busy.

Are they forcing us into the intersection?

And then out of nowhere, another gigantic truck heavily hit the side of our car, sending us into a spiral and into the center of the intersection. We crashed into another vehicle. And another. My head hit the window and I felt the shards of glass penetrate my scalp. My whole body was being pushed forward and to the side, blood flowing down my face like tears.

I felt all the pain. I cannot scream.

And when my head hit another solid object, that's when unconsciousness finally pulled me in. 

I was out for three full days in the hospital.

I tend to gain consciousness once in a while, but only enough to catch a few phrases around me before I drift back to sleep again. Everytime, there are quiet conversations going on around me. I recognize the voices of my parents, Baekbeom, Park Chanyeol, his parents, and his sister. Sometimes, Kim Jongin is there, too, but he doesn't speak much.

Everytime, I could hear Chanyeol speaking— No— He was more like apologizing to my family every chance he got.

But why? He didn't do anything wrong.

When I finally woke up, the clock on the wall across my bed tells me it's already one in the morning. My room is already dimly lit, but I could tell it's a VIP room judging from the abundance of space and furniture. My brother, Baekbeom, is asleep on a couch by the far wall while someone else is sitting on a stool by the side of my bed, holding my hand tightly.

Park Chanyeol.

He's still awake, his free hand scrolling through his phone as he yawned and blinked a few times, trying to shake off the sleepiness. My boyfriend doesn't really stay up this late for anything— But I guess this situation is an exemption. I smiled a little then squeezed his warm hand.

Chanyeol jerked up right, eyes meeting mine in a split second. "What—" Then he suddenly looked like he's about to cry. "Byun Baekhyun..."

"Hi," I muttered, my voice hoarse.

He immediately stood up to press one lingering kiss on my cheek before pressing a button by the headboard to call the doctors. Without letting go of my hand, Chanyeol called my brother who quickly woke up and went on his feet as soon as he realized I'm already awake.

Baekbeom hurried to my side, one hand brushing my cheek. "Hey there, baby bro," he breathes, eyes watery as he stares down at me. "You okay? How are you feeling?"

I tried smiling wider for his benefit. "Just a little tired," I answered weakly. "I feel like... I'm still floating..."

"Everything's going to be okay," my brother quickly kissed my forehead. "Oh, thank god, you're finally awake."

The doctors and nurses came around in no time. While they do these tests on me and ask random questions to assess my brain integrity, Baekbeom stays near my bed, listening intently to the doctor's findings and remarks. Park Chanyeol walked towards a corner of the room and pulled out his phone to call my parents. They're probably asleep already but I'm sure they will come rushing as soon as they hear the news.

Broken ribs. Head wounds. Some bruises and cuts. I got them all from the accident. Right now, I am not in any pain since I'm still high on some painkillers, but the doctors asked me to not move much.

"There appears to be no problem for now," my doctor told everyone in the room as soon as they finished the tests. "But rest assured, we will be monitoring Baekhyun's condition closely."

Baekbeom sighed in obvious relief. "Thank you," he nodded as he cast me another worried glance.

After thanking them myself, the health personnel in charge of my care left the room to attend to other patients. It's true that I still feel a little tired, but I'm definitely not going back to sleep anymore. As I lie there on the bed, my mind cannot help but wander off to what happened. Mr. Jung. The stalker. The car crash. I flinched as I remembered the pain, my hand slowly reaching to touch the bandage wrapped around my head.

Good god. I'm so thankful I'm still alive.

My brother and Chanyeol are talking quietly to each other by the door. I cannot hear what they were saying but when Chanyeol nodded once, he walked back towards me and took my free hand— the one not connected to any IV— in his.

"Hey, baby," he started in a gentle voice. "Do you want anything? Are you hungry?"

I thought about it for a bit. "Yeah... I guess so. The doctor said I could eat now, right?"

Baekbeom was quick to retrieve his coat from the couch. "I'll go get you something to eat," he announced.

"Don't they offer some hospital food here?" I asked instead, frowning.

"They do. But I want to buy you something delicious," Baekbeom grinned. When I rolled my eyes, my brother just laughed me off. "I'll be right back," he said. And after giving Chanyeol a nod, he already walked out the door.

Sighing, I turned to Park Chanyeol with a small smile. "Hi," I breathed as I reached for his cheek, brushing the skin with my thumb. "You look like you haven't been sleeping, babe."

He nuzzled my hand affectionately. "How could I?" He frowned. "I was so worried..."

"How... How's Mr. Jung?" I asked. But I was dreading the question ever since I woke up. He was with me during the accident and he might have experienced worse than I did.

"He woke up yesterday," Chanyeol said and it was like something heavy was lifted off my chest. "He got some fractures and a ruptured spleen, but he's okay now."

"Thank god," I breathed, and that's when the first teardrops came. I think it's because we're alone now and my thoughts are clearing that the residues of terror and helplessness from the accident started dawning on me again. I just had a brush with death, and I never knew the fear could be that paralyzing. I squeezed my eyes shut, silently crying as Park Chanyeol scooted closer so he could kiss my forehead.

"Oh, love," he cooed. "It's okay... Everything's going to be okay..."

"I-I'm so sorry..." I sobbed as Chanyeol took my hand and held it tight. "I'm sorry— I don't know what happened— I don't know what I did, Park Chan... I don't know what they wanted—"

"It's not your fault, baby," Chanyeol told me, his voice soft. "You did nothing wrong, I promise."

I looked up at him, my eyes wet with tears. "W-What did I do? Why did they want to kill me?"

Chanyeol sighed through his mouth, jet black eyes filled with concern as he finally decided to tell me what has been going on. "The police already caught the people who did it," he explained. "They weren't trying to kill you. They told the authorities they were trying to go for a kidnap for ransom. But the brake in one of their getaway vehicles failed— I'm not sure, but I think that was the one that drove your car to the intersection."

The memory of everything that happened replayed in my head like it was just yesterday. My hands went cold from fear and Chanyeol pressed his lips against my knuckles. Kidnap for ransom? Me? But I have nothing to offer...

I stopped, my brain finally wrapping around the facts.

Being Park Chanyeol's partner— It isn't insignificant at all. Especially in the eyes of criminals.

My eyes filled with tears as I realized everything— As I finally realized what the truth has probably done to Chanyeol.

Suddenly, Chanyeol buried his face against the back of my palm. "I-I'm sorry, Byun Baek," he whispered and his voice broke. "I'm so sorry I got you into this mess. We shouldn't have— We shouldn't have made that announcement. And now everyone knows you— Now you're constantly in danger..." Chanyeol started crying, his eyes squeezed shut as he held my hand like it's the only thing keeping him sane. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry— I promise I will fix this... Just please... Please don't leave me, Byun Baekhyun. D-Don't turn your back on me— I can't live with that, baby. Please— I love you. I love you so much..." He continued sobbing so painfully and no matter how hard I tried to stop it, my own tears kept matching his.

I don't think I ever saw Park Chanyeol cry like this before. I don't think I ever saw him this terrified or this pained. This is definitely the first time he has gripped my hand too tight. This is the first time his tears broke my heart to a million pieces. But most importantly, this is the first time he has begged me not to leave him.

"W-What are you saying?" I used my other hand to wipe his tears. "I-I'm not leaving you... I can't do that, Park Chan. That will kill me, too..."

"I-I'm sorry... I'm really sorry for what happened," Chanyeol kissed my palm as he cried. "I'm sorry... And I love you. I love you, okay?"

"And I love you, too. So much," I smiled as I continued wiping his face. "It's not your fault, my love... And I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay with you. I'm going to marry you. I'm going to be with you until you beg me to leave."

Chanyeol laughed lightly though he's still crying. "That'll never happen," he murmured.

"I know," I giggled weakly.

Park Chanyeol stared into my eyes. He may look tired and sleep-deprived right now, but there's no denying the determined, brave glint in his jet black orbs. I've always loved that expression. Chanyeol kissed my palm again before leaning forward to kiss me on the lips. He pulled back a little then kissed me again.

"I'm going to be the one protecting you from now on, okay?" Chanyeol whispered as he looked down at me earnestly. "I'm going to be right there whenever you need me. You trust me, right, baby?"

"Hm-hm," I nodded, smiling widely.

Soon, my parents and Baekbeom finally returned to the hospital, and they were quite surprised to find Chanyeol and I practically making out. I would have felt as embarrassed as my boyfriend but I guess the painkillers were still clouding my shame. My mother cried when she finally got to talk to me but my Dad was the calmer one, though his eyes seem a little puffy from maybe crying in secret.

Contrary to what other people might think, my family isn't mad at the Parks. They have always understood our situation, accepted our relationship, and have come to love the person I share my deepest affections with. Besides, what happened is not Chanyeol's nor his family's fault. They did nothing wrong.

However, from that day on, Park Chanyeol never lets anyone else drive for me anymore— Unless it's a family member or a best friend. He bought three additional cars the week after I was discharged from the hospital to help confuse possible attackers. We always go out in a convoy. Chanyeol has always been on guard and he almost never lets go of my hand or my waist whenever we're out in the open.

I don't blame him. No one wants history repeating itself.