"I've tried. We've tried. It's just... It's not working out anymore."

"Maybe..." I started, glancing up at the ceiling of my room. "Maybe we're just better off with someone else."

"You'll be happier than this," Park Chanyeol whispered. "I know you will."

"W-We just need a break for now."

"You deserve better."

"No," I shook my head. "I... I will never be enough for you."

Chanyeol looked down as he frowns. "It's-- It's not you," he muttered, unsure. "It's me."

And that's it. Just as Chanyeol said the words, I burst out laughing, clutching my tummy and trying hard not to cringe from those cheesy, unbelievable breakup lies. "Okay! You win!" I announced and Park Chanyeol started to smirk, giving me a triumphant look. I threw my head back, laughing way too hard. "That's the most cliché break up line. Ever. It's not even believable. Why do people say that?"

My fiancé just shrugged as he sat beside me on my bed. It's a Saturday and he got no work so we're spending time together. But right now, I'm currently lying chest down, my laptop in front of my face whilst doing something that doesn't really involve cuddling. Park Chanyeol rested his head on my shoulder as he reads what I just typed.

"What's with this again?" He points to the screen. I'm actually surprised he wasn't pissed when I started not paying attention to him two hours ago. Park Chanyeol just started reading from a magazine, answering Cosmo tests and stuffs. He's not even a girl! He just has too much patience for me. 

"Amber's writing the script for this play at school," I answered. "She wants us to help and I'm in charge with Scene Five: The Breakup. I just can't believe I'm doing her this favor. I'm really bad at scripts." I moved my fingers, typing the part where the characters meet up at a certain restaurant and the guy just drops the bomb: 'I'm sorry. It's just not working out anymore.' But anyway, I kinda like that line better than 'It's not you. It's me.' At least, it sounded more honest. 

Chanyeol chuckled before pulling back, glancing fast at his watch, and walking over to my walk-in closet. "You'll be fine," he called out. "We already enumerated some cheesy breakup lines. You could start the idea from those."

"They're all bad," I pouted, glancing up at him just as he disappeared into the small room. He's wearing nice, expensive clothes today. All Veblen goods. So I don't know what he's doing rummaging through my things. I rested my head on my palm, waiting for him to emerge from the closet. And when he did, he's holding a pair of faded denim pants and a simple white shirt. I gave him a frown. "What are those for?"

"Uh, for you?" Chanyeol asked back, confused.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I know that," I said. "You know what I mean, Park." 

Chanyeol moved to drape the clothes on my baby blue couch. "We're going out today," he said. "I need you to come with me. Seriously, baby." When I gave him an incredulous look, he sat back on the bed and pulled me up to a sitting position. I looked longingly at my laptop, pouting, because as much as I don't like writing scripts, I kinda like helping Amber finish the whole thing. Park Chanyeol gently nudged my cheek with his fingers and I was forced to look at him and meet his eyes. 

"But babe--" I started to protest and Chanyeol's face fell. So I changed my question. "Where to, Park Chan?" I asked instead.

My fiance must have noticed the absence of enthusiasm in my voice because he sighs and tugged unto my hand, pulling me to his lap. The position was always comfortable and I feel like melting. "Oh, baby," Chanyeol cooed, finding eventually the emotions I try really hard to hide. His lips found my neck, giving it a gentle kiss as his arms wrapped around my waist. "I'm sorry if I'm kind of ruining your day here."

"You're not ruining it," I said and it's the truth. "It's just... You should have told me earlier." 

"I know," Chanyeol sighs, kissing me again. "Father made this appointment with the real estate agent so I was surprised, too. I only knew about it this morning. But I think it's important we don't cancel the appointment. He told me it was hard fitting into the schedule."

I turned to Chanyeol, frowning. "A... real estate agent?"  

"Yeah," he nodded. "It's about the house. The one you were telling me about."

"The what?!" I gasped, eyes suddenly wide with shock. "Y-You mean that penthouse Kyungsoo and I saw on the internet? The one with the wall fountain and stuffs?" I started pointing at my laptop hysterically. I can't believe this! I only thought it was beauti-- oh, scratch that-- it was gorgeous, but I never knew Chanyeol, or even his father for that matter, would really take me this seriously when it comes to buying houses. So now I'm officially embarrassed. "You shouldn't have dragged your father into this!" I whined. "I'm so embarrassed right now I don't even know what to say-- or do!"

But my fiance just laughed before kissing my forehead affectionately. "Why don't you start with changing into some clean clothes and I'll tell Dad you're really pleased?" 

"Do that," I nodded as I ran to the chair where the clothes he picked up lie. I took them, inspecting the design and details. "They're too plain!" I protested. I can't believe Park Chanyeol still hates letting me look good. Or even sexy." The real estate agent might think I'm just your assistant, or something." When I looked at Chanyeol, he's reading something from his phone with a frown. He didn't look at me even as I walked over and placed a gentle hand just behind his neck. "Honey, is there something wrong?" I whispered, caressing his hair.

Chanyeol shook his head, massaging his temples. "Do you-- Do you remember Lara? From Hawaii?" he looked up at me, frowning. "I didn't know she flew in yesterday." 

Just the mention of her name made goosebumps stand on my skin in the most unpleasant way possible. I hate her. If only I could throw up now, I would just to get her out of my system once and for all. "I do remember," I said, raising a brow. "And why does that bother you?"  

"She'll be showing us the penthouse," he said taking my hand immediately. "I didn't know Dad asked her help. Oh, baby, I'm really sorry. I didn't know." Chanyeol looked really apologetic and surprised, it even took me off guard. My fiance just gives too much regard for my feelings I don't even know if I'm giving back the same treatment. He kissed the back of my palm and squeezed my hand one more time before standing up and walking towards the door. "I'm gonna make a call. Maybe we could cancel--"

"No, it's fine," I said, giving a small smile.

"But Baek--"

"Look, I love you, okay?" I said. "And I can't wait to have a home with you. No one's ruining that for me." Chanyeol paused but still looks worried and unconvinced so I moved over to him, wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him for a kiss. It was gentle and warm and I felt his hands rest on my waist just as he gave out a sigh. "I'll be fine," I breathed. "I promise that." 

Park Chanyeol pressed his forehead against mine, his expression suddenly unreadable. "Okay," he murmured. "I'll-- I'll wait for you here." I nodded. But then he frowned, pursing his lips. And just when I'm about to pull back, he grabbed my face and kissed me again. It was suddenly rough and demanding. And before I knew it, he's pushing me back on the bed, his hands roaming around my body until I'm another moaning mess. 

I still feel tired but aroused just as Chanyeol pulled back, his eyes dark and hooded. He went to settle between my legs, his warm, wide hands grabbing my thighs and pushing them apart. "No--" I started to protest but he's quicker, pulling down my shorts and briefs in one swift move. My member is barely that hard but when Chanyeol closed his fist around it, I moaned in pure pleasure. 

He started stroking my member and I started clawing against the sheets. It wasn't long until my c*ck's rock hard and begging to be sucked. We've been having sex for three days in a row now and I don't think I could take anymore fcking. But still... "Baby..." I groaned as I reached for him and Chanyeol immediately leaned closer, capturing my lips with his. His teeth bites me, pulling my mouth more open so he could suck on my tongue and trace his own inside my mouth and over my teeth. 

I reached for his hair, tugging ever so gently, making him groan. "Turn around," he suddenly murmured against my lips. 

"I'm still sore," I whispered back. 

"I know, baby," Chanyeol said but his hands are already grabbing my hips, turning me around so I'm lying face flat on the bed. I can't believe this. I tried to tell him I can't do it today but Chanyeol's palms feel so good against my butt cheeks. He started massaging them as he traced featherlight kisses on my cheek and neck. Aside from the kissing, he feels so gentle today. Park Chanyeol continued what he is doing until I could feel my asshole throbbing, wanting him. 

When my fiance moved to spoon me, I almost begged him to fck me already. I opened my legs for him but he suddenly pushed them close together. "I thought you're sore," he chuckled against my neck. He wrapped his arms around my body, his chest pressed firmly against my back. 

"I don't care," I moaned, thrusting my ass against his groin. "Just fck me, will you?"

"No," Chanyeol breathed in a low voice. Suddenly, I felt something warm and hard slipping in the gap between my thighs. His pre-come wets my legs, making his move slicker. Chanyeol let out a groan and I can't help but get even more turned on and frustrated. His c*ck brushes my sac every time he comes and goes and I don't know but my own member appreciates the sensation. 

Park Chanyeol moves slow. And then fast. 

But no. I won't let him get all the fun. 

With a hiss, I moved away from him and pushed him back on the bed. "Baek--" Chanyeol protested. But when I started to ride him, his pleas died away. 

So again, I'll be facing Lara Sanders. That btch just won't leave my fiance alone, will she? When we were in Hawaii, she kept asking Chanyeol if she could take him here and there. She just stopped when I started staring daggers at her. Still a little bit pissed, I stared at myself on the mirror in my closet, judging every curves and exposed skin. I know I shouldn't be feeling insecure about any of this. I mean, I'm undeniably hot. And Park Chanyeol loves me as much as I love him. But knowing how that girl could be a threat is eating my insides. 

I just want to wrap my hands around her neck and choke her.

Ugh. 

I placed the clothes Chanyeol chose for me back into my cabinet. Come on! I can not see that girl looking like the exact opposite of sexy. So, instead of looking as plain as my fiance wants me to, I went to grab one of my skimpy shorts, black knee-high socks, and a dark red sweatshirt. I dressed myself quickly and took one of my fiance's baseball caps he accidentally leaves through the years. I thought about putting on lip gloss or whatever but decided on leaving that out. It isn't comfortable.

When I emerged from the closet, Park Chanyeol is already placing his things inside one of my body bags. I ran up to him and tapped his shoulder. "Let's go?" I asked in my sing-song voice.

My fiance turned to look at me. He was expressionless for a second, then Chanyeol's jaw gap and close. He swallowed as he looked me up and down, taking in every detail of my appearance. His eyes aren't judgmental but they're not that pleased either. He opened his mouth to say something but decided on closing it again. "Baby," he started as he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "You're overreacting. Why are you even--?" He sighed, exasperated. 

I shrugged. "Who's overreacting to anything?" I raised a brow. "Come on. We're gonna be late!" I moved to take his hand in mine, seeing him grab my bag containing from the bed.  Chanyeol didn't say anything else as we walked out of my room but he continues throwing me unbelievable, worried glances. Of course he knows why I'm wearing the type of clothes I don't usually use. Of course he knows I want to look better than that childhood friend of his. 

He could be pissed. I'll understand that. 

But I have the right to be a little bit insecure, too, right?

"Okay, woah," my brother, Baek-beom, called just as we descended the stairs. He's currently holding a bowl of nachos as he emerged from the kitchen. From the looks of it, he was again spending the day playing some PUBG game. "I know that pair of shorts!" he exclaimed as he points at me, eyes wide and judging. "I know those socks! I even know that sweatshirt!" 

"What the fck?" I glared at him. "Know them how?!"

Baek-beom threw me a suspicious look. "They are your battle clothes!" he exclaimed. "You only wear them when you want to say, 'I'm better than you, btch!'. Like that!" Then he looked at Chanyeol. "Okay, dude, who's the girl? Tell me. Are you cheating on my baby bro?" Then he started stupidly flexing his muscles, as if taunting Chanyeol with them will make things a whole lot better. 

Park Chanyeol just chuckled. "See you around, Baek-beom," he said before pulling me towards the main door. I gave my brother another glance before letting my fiance drag me to his black Porsche. Okay? I can't believe my brother knows the secret of my clothes! Since when did he become such an observer? And since when did he start paying too much attention on what I do? Is he finally becoming the big brother that he should be?

And really? Just now?!

Chanyeol opened the car door for me and I settled inside on the passenger's seat, still a little bit shocked about my brother. My fiance even put on my seat belt for me because obviously, I'm still thinking about things. My god. What more does Baek-beom know? I still can't get over the talk he and Chanyeol had, and now this? He's basically freaking me out!

"So, battle clothes, huh?" Park Chanyeol said just as he started the car. "Honey, you don't need those." He reached out to squeeze my knee, cutting off the trance. With that, I looked at him, confusion all over my face. 

"I never told anyone about those things," I murmured and Chanyeol throws me an attentive glance, listening intently. "But my brother knew. And maybe you're right... Maybe he really knows me more than anyone else." 

"See?" Chanyeol whispered as he caressed my arm and down until he could intertwine our fingers. I gripped his hand back, suddenly fearing about letting go. "He's just afraid you're going to get hurt when he's not looking. Babe, he cares about you a lot. And why wouldn't he? You're perfect."

That made me smile despite myself. "That's sweet," I said. "Thank you." 

Chanyeol lifted my hand against his lips, kissing the back of my palm. "Sure," he breathes against my skin. "Anytime."

Suddenly, I had the urge to ask him a question so I cocked my head to one side as I stared at his face. "So, do you think it's stupid?" I asked shyly. I could feel the blood starting to pool under my cheeks but I ignored it. It's not like there are still things I have to be embarrassed about when it comes to Park Chanyeol. 

My fiance frowned. "What's stupid?" he asked. "Baek-beom and his observations?"

"No," I chuckled. "The 'battle' clothes, as my brother calls them. Are they stupid?"

"Ah," it's his turn to laugh. "You're really cute, do you know that?" 

"Yes. I do know that," I said, grinning. "But still, you're not answering the question!"

Park Chanyeol chuckled and I felt his hand tightened around mine. "Let's just say... They're really effective." Then he looked at me and winked. It's not unusual. But my heart literally skipped a fcking beat.

Lara Sanders is waiting at the main lobby when we arrived. Unlike there in Hawaii, she isn't wearing one of her floral beach dresses. Instead, she's looking taller and slimmer in a navy blue tight-fitting dress. It was undoubtedly annoying. "Chanyeol!" she greeted when she saw us arrive. Park Chanyeol has his hand wrapped around mine but Lara somehow managed to squeeze between us, forcing me out of the way. Yeah. She did not even bother hiding her hatred at me. 

"You remember my fiance," Chanyeol stepped away from Lara so he could pull me by the waist. "Lara, this is Baekhyun. Baekhyun, this is Lara."

Lara didn't even look at me. "Ah?" she raised a brow. "I'm sorry. I don't remember him!" then she started laughing and I tried really hard not to fulfill the dream of killing her with my bare hands. I mean, what the actual fck is she trying to say? Or do? For a second, I think she spared me her sharpest glance ever. 

But I let that pass and when Chanyeol looked at me like he suddenly wanted out, I just smiled and shook my head. "It's fine," I whispered and he kissed my hair. It was really sweet. Chanyeol knows how I hate Lara and he obviously knows now that Lara doesn't particularly 'love' me. He isn't an idiot. But I really want to spend this day seeing the house with him even if we're being parasitized by some desperate, disease-carrying btch. 

So she and my fiance started making small talk, which I didn't even try to join. I stood beside my fiance, watching the side of his face and the emotions he shows. You see, I love him. I love him and I don't want to ruin this day I'm spending with him so I'm going to behave properly. His Dad even scheduled this whole thing for us and of course Mr. Park didn't know I hated Lara so who will I blame? I just need to be the good Baekhyun that I should be today. 

Even just for today, I'll bear everything. 

I sighed and Chanyeol might have mistakenly took that as me being pissed because he suddenly pulled me even closer. "We would really love to see the house now, Lara," he said. "Right, Baek?" 

Surprised, I looked at him, meeting his warm eyes. "S-sure," I nodded.

"Sure," Lara mimics before leading us to the elevators. As we entered, Lara continued blabbering about how great this place is and emphasized so much on how bachelors are perfect for the units. Bachelors?! You've got to be fcking kidding me. And she even somehow struck me as a creep when she said she even begged her uncle to let her show us the penthouse today. I mean, did she flew in SoKor just for this day? I could bet she even prayed to all the gods she knows for me not to show up. 

We stopped at the 15th floor, took another elevator to the 26th, and on that floor is a series of golden elevator doors that lead to the private suites. The penthouse is at the 30th floor so I kinda heard ringing in my ears just before the gold doors opened into the most gorgeous fountain I have ever seen. "Woah," I breathed as we stepped outside and Chanyeol chuckled at my reaction. Lara, on the other hand, just rolled her eyes in disgust.

The very first time Kyungsoo and I saw the penthouse's picture on the internet, I could already see myself living in it. I could see Park Chanyeol and our kids, running around the wide visiting area playing chase. Everything about it is perfect. From the two-floor tall windows and to the balcony overseeing the entire Seoul. The giant chandeliers are gorgeous and all the vintage furniture and designs are breathtaking. 

But seeing it now in real life is totally beyond my expectations. 

We started the tour and I found myself basically drooling over everything my eyes see. The interior design of the penthouse is Victorian with a touch of royalty and stuff. There's just so many gold and glasses. The floor is made of transparent glass and under that, just a few millimeters deep, are golden dusts patterned into Baroque style. 

"The first floor is continuous with the building's rooftop," Lara Sanders was saying and I forced myself to filter out her voice again. She's mainly talking to Chanyeol, anyway, and she did not even bother sparing me any glance to maybe see my reaction. "You could install a swimming pool outside or a mini-golf course if you like," she continued. "You like playing golf, right, Channie?"

I could definitely murder someone right now. 

"That would be great," Chanyeol grinned. "But of course, incorporating changes will be of Baekhyun's decision. This is his dream house." 

I was busy feeling the fur covering a couch and planning Lara Sander's death in my mind but my ears perked up when I heard my name. "What's that?" I called, walking over to where they are standing. You see, I already abandoned the house tour a few minutes ago due to the annoying sticky eyes Lara was throwing to my fiance. I don't want a fight so I decided I'll be the one stepping back. I don't like Chanyeol worrying about things like that. 

"Oh, it's nothing," Lara faked a laugh. "Just things you won't understand." 

"Oh. Is that so?" I raised a brow, clenching my hands beside me. I don't want a fight. Not even a bit of it. "Okay," I murmured, stepping back. 

But Chanyeol quickly moved to take my hand. "Honey, of course it's not like that," he said, pulling me to him until he could wrap his arm around my waist and kiss my forehead. "This will be yours soon. So tell me anything you want us to do with it, okay?" He touched my cheek and kissed me again. 

I peered up at him through my lashes. "I like it as it is," I whispered. "Can we keep everything as they are?" 

Park Chanyeol smiled warmly at me. "No problem, baby," he murmured. After giving my cheek another gentle peck, murmured sweet assurances to my ear, he pulled back and returned his attention to the surroundings. He went to survey the balcony and I let him because I am mainly interested on the China tea sets and porcelain dolls displayed on a huge wall of shelves just further inside the house before the kitchen entrance. Honestly, I expected Lara Sanders to follow my fiance outside, but I was utterly surprised when she didn't. 

She followed me, glaring like a maniac. 

I turned to look at her just as we reached the shelves. "What?" I asked.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, as she towers over me. Remember? She's an inch taller! "What are you doing acting all innocent and sht? Are you kidding me?!" She's completely furious right now and to be perfectly honest, I do not get her. At all. 

"W-What are you saying?" I asked back, confused. 

"I know who you are and what you are, Byun Baekhyun," she said, a finger pointing to my face. "So stop acting like you're not that gold-digging slut that everyone knows you are. Quit it right now when you still got the chance."

Oh. So this is where it starts.

I looked down and bit unto my lower lip to keep myself from saying anything that might ruin this day. "Look, Lara," I started as I looked up, eyes meeting hers. "I don't really know what you're talking about. Are you researching me? Googling me? Are you obsessed with me?" I kept my voice flat and calm, though my blood's already boiling inside. 

Lara looked me up and down. "Is this how you seduced Chanyeol?" she sneered, eyes practically blazing with disgust. "Acting all innocent? Acting like you can't harm anyone? Did it work for him real good? Did it work for all the other guys?"

"Okay, what the fck?" I hissed and I stepped back because I don't really know what she's saying or what she's trying to do. What if she's crazier than I am giving her credit for? Geez. I don't even want to think about it. "What do you want from me?" I asked in disbelief. "Look, I am not the one trying to get another person's fiance here, okay? I am not the one trying to squeeze myself into a relationship I am not wanted in. Did you hear sht from me? Did you see me trying to stab your back or anything?"

"It's because you're playing the victim here," she smirked, staring me down. "Chanyeol could be a kid, you know? He could be stupid, too. And of course you don't know that about him. Why? Did you guys grow up together? Did you spend childhood together?" 

Oh my god. I cannot believe this girl. 

"So is that what he is to you?" I asked. "A competition?"

Lara Sanders gritted her teeth as she took another step towards me. "You know he's more than that to me," she hissed. "I love him. And I love him more than you could ever do! Can't you see the problem here, Byun Baekhyun? YOU'RE GAY! Chanyeol's confused right now and you made him even more bewildered and puzzled than before! What would others think, huh? What would the people say about him?! You're destroying his life! You're ruining him!"

"Do you even think we care about that?" I seethe in pure rage. "Do you even think I would care if people hates me? If they judge me for who I am? I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN. As long as Park Chanyeol loves me with all he has; As long as he and all the other people who matter accept me, then fck everyone else, okay? I don't really care." 

"He promised me!" she screamed, pushing me away by the chest. Lara seems more than ready to cry. "He promised me that one day, I could be the one for him. He told me we could be together someday! And then you came and took that away from me! Do you even know how that made me feel?! I waited, Byun Baekhyun! I waited all my life and then someone as unworthy as you just swooped in and I am nothing to him anymore!

"You don't love him!" she continued and her eyes are blazing with so much hatred. "You only want the sex, the money, the fame, this penthouse--"

Okay that's it.

I grabbed one of the China tea sets and smashed it to the floor.

"What--!" Lara gasped as she stepped back, surprised. 

"I could pay for that," I said. Without waiting for her answer, I again grabbed one porcelain doll and did the same, throwing it to the floor like its nothing. "I can pay for that, too. I can pay for everything in this shelf! I can pay for this house! I can pay for this whole building!" 

Lara looked at me with wide eyes as I closed the distance between us so I could fix her with a deadly glare. "If you think that I am just some pathetic, desperate guy who clings to Park Chanyeol for his money and fame then screw you," I smirked and looked her up and down. "I could even buy you if I want to, do you know that? Do you even have the slightest bit of idea about who I really am, Lara?"

"You whore!" When she tried to push me again, I slapped her hand out of the way.

"Listen to me, you slut!" I angrily said, my eyes boring to her soul. "The only reason I am not kicking your ass right now is because I love Park Chanyeol. I love him and I am willing to endure his whiny, desperate childhood friend even when it kills me. So if you think that between the two of us, you are the queen btch, then you're fcking wrong!" I gave her the deadliest stare I could muster. "Do not try me."

Lara raised her hand and she screamed in anger just as the back of her hand hit my cheek. The slap stung, and the side of my lip bleeds as it caught in my teeth. The ring she is wearing even made a long, thin scratch on my face, making me wince when I touched it. "Ow," I breathed as I looked back at her almost immediately. Lara Sanders is staring at me with wide, surprised eyes.

"Oh my god," she gasped, stepping back. "I-I'm so--"

I smirked. "You're going to pay for that."

"Baek?"

Park Chanyeol found us just in time and his eyes immediately traveled all over the place, finding my eyes eventually. "Oh my god, Baek," he breathed as he rushed to my side, taking my face gently in his hands. "W-What happened to you? What--"

"I'm fine," I murmured, looking down. "It's nothing..."

"C-Chanyeol--" Lara started and my fiance looked at her angrily, I heard her gasp. "I-I didn't mean what happened-- I-It's-- He made me slap him! He told me--"

"That's enough, Lara!" Chanyeol boomed, his voice echoing around the room. "That's enough, you hear me? You've disrespected my fiance enough. You've hurt him enough. Stay away from him, okay? Stay away from us. Stay away or I will never ever forgive you for this."

"N-No--" Lara gasped, tears springing in her eyes. "You can't do that! You can't--"

But Chanyeol already wrapped his arms around my shoulders, ushering me out of the kitchen and to the elevators. Lara Sanders didn't have the strength to follow us anymore but I could still hear her cries from behind us. I didn't look back. I stared at the floor and at my hands, watching them tremble. Oh god. What have I just gotten myself into?

Just as the elevator doors closed us in, Park Chanyeol made me face him, his eyes traveling all over my face. His gaze looks serious and totally worried. "What were you doing staying too far away from me?" he scolded, glancing into my eyes. "You know how Lara hates you, too, right?"

"I know," I muttered. "But she followed me... And she started telling me sht." 

"God, Byun Baekhyun," Chanyeol sighed as he pulled me for a hug. "What will I tell your parents now? I just let their child get wounded on the face. I even let you get bullied! Your Dad would hate me for this--"

"You're overthinking," I murmured, drowning into his arms and letting him pull me even closer. "I don't give a damn about my face so you shouldn't be worried about sht like that, too. And about the bullied part... Well, I kinda made her slap me. I-I... I lost my temper and told her things that aren't very nice."

I felt a kiss on my hair. "It's not your fault," he whispered back. "Anyone could lose their temper. You were just defending yourself." 

"Yeah..." I breathed. "Maybe I was."

"Don't be too hard on yourself, baby," Chanyeol said. "It's not your fault." 

My insides are still trembling with adrenaline. "I just love you," I said and I tried hard not to cry. "I love you." 

Chanyeol nods and his hand slipped under my chin, tipping my head back. "I love you," he said. He kissed me then and there, pushing me against the walls of the elevators. He trapped me with his arms and I am suddenly weak and helpless against his warm, hard body. 

  Not that I'm complaining.