CHANYEOL’S POV

I felt speechless at Manager Hyung's words. This is really what he thinks of us? His comment was so out of his character, so far from what we knew of him, he just stared at Doori like this was the most common thing. Since no one knew what to do I tried.

“What will be her name?” way to go Yeol.

“Let’s think of this when Kris and the rest of the gang comes. There are even more important things to deal with but let’s set them for tomorrow. Go rest.”

“So um yeah I’ll show you your room.” I said.

“But I want to show it to her?” Jongdae almost yelled.

“Nah it’s me, her room is closer to mine.” Wow what’s with Soo? Why so warm to her? Because they are personality twins?

“Well I am the eldest.” Even Xiu hyung wow I think I’ll just take her and that’s what I did.

“Let’s go Doori-ah.” I grab her by her wrist and took her straight to her room.

“Well this is your room I did it myself.” I told her all proud.

Instead of saying anything she hugged me. A little too tight, she is a strong pup.

“Oi what’s wrong?” she looked at me and she had tears in her eyes. “Yaaah Ji Doo Ri what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No.”

I bend my legs to match our heights pfff why am I so long? Anyway I brush my fingers on her cheeks to remove the salty water.

“Do you wanna tell?”

“It’s just I’m so filled with emotions. I am so happy I have a family now but I am so scared Yeol I am so scared. You of all people should know how I feel. I have never been accepted by so many people what if I let you guys down? I mean look at all of you? Well-built and handsome and stylish and here I am I can not even look good in some normal skirt.”

“Are you done?” she nodded, eyes glued to the ground.

“Will you look at me?”

“You are beautiful. Don’t ever forget it, and don’t let anyone else let you change your mind. Beauty isn't meant to be set by how tall or short you are and how skinny or fat you look. It isn't the lipstick or eye-shadow cosmo girl tells you about what's great on you. It isn't about the best flare jeans or the high-tops that boy life tells you about. It's not even about your own skin or your hair color. Its about your personality and how you treat people. Putting that aside have you seen yourself? You are beautiful. I love your curves of softness. You have strength of a footballer and yet you are blessed with skin soft as a baby, you are the most astonishing girl I ever met easy to talk to and fun to be around. There's beauty in being a good listener you know, someone who see things from new perspectives and accepts people the way they are, that’s what you are. You have a safe eye, perhaps that’s the best way to say it…”

“You are just saying it to comfort me if this is the case then why do people don’t compliment me?” she said in an almost audio less voice.

“Cause you hide yourself well and why do you do that I have no idea but then again not everyone is Park Chan Yeol, who recognises beauty.” Hearing this she lightly hit me on my chest and I snorted before continuing...

“Why do you think I said that I will marry you? I want someone as beautiful as you to be next to me you dimwit now stop being dramatic. We have a lot to discuss tomorrow so sleep. My room is in the right lane to the hall, 3rd door okhey? ”

“Can you not stay here please?”

“Sure princess.”

With that she headed to her bed and I followed. The plan was to just cuddle till she would sleep, then I will move to the couch, just like the night I was at her place the only difference today is that we are actually planing on sleeping.

“Yeol?” I hummed in response while playing with her hair.

“You know about Beakhyun…”

“Sleep Doori it’s late and let’s just not okhey?”

“You know you could be wrong.”

“G’night.” She stopped and I fell asleep.

BEAKHYUN’S POV

For some stupid reason I thought that once we will come back home maybe we will be the same, boy was I wrong? Yes indeed.

Everyone had their attention on her I mean I don’t mind yes I do want attention but I ain’t an attention whore. I could feel Kyungsoo’s eyes on me when she called him Yeoliee I mean there is nothing to be surprised of anymore.

‘They can kiss and I won’t feel a thing. I am lying. I hate her for no reason. Ughhh even manager hyung thinks so highly of us I mean I don’t even know what I mean I hate her for no reason I am sulking for a reason I am…’

“Yahhh Baek can you take these towels to Doori’s room I forgot to put some there.”

“Yeol must have placed some don’t budge.” I said non-chantingly and I went straight to my room. Well I shouldn’t have. My room is in front of Door’s room. This is something I had not realized until three words hit my ear drums…

“You are beautiful.” The fuck? 

“...I love your curves of softness. You have strength of a footballer and you are blessed with skin soft as a baby, you are the most astonishing girl I ever met easy to talk to and fun to be around. There's beauty in being a good listener you know, someone who see things from new perspectives and accepts people the way they are, that’s what you are. You have a safe eye, perhaps that’s the best way to say it…”

I didn’t wanted to listen I really didn’t but my body wasn’t listing to me and before I realized I was peeking inside her room. The scene that unfolded in front of me was heart breaking. Yeol had her in his arms and was talking about her. She interrupted him by saying something I really couldn’t get and then he started talking again.

“Cause you hide yourself well and why do you do that I have no idea but then again not everyone is Park Chan Yeol, who recognises beauty.” I would have laughed at his statement only if the situation was different.

“Why do you think I said that I will marry you? I want someone as beautiful as you to be next to me you dimwit now stop being dramatic. We have a lot to discuss tomorrow so sleep. My room is in the right lane of the hall 3rd door okhey?”

“Can you not stay here please?”

“Sure princess.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. My body couldn’t take it as well. So I left to the only place I knew no one would come at this time. I went to the back of the cottage sitting there on the sofa I tried bearing the heartache.

The heartache was like a red hot coal placed on my chest, it glowed and burnt me at the same time, but it did not cool quickly like a coal in water, it throbbed and tortured me in all my walking hours and there was no relief to be found.

I just broke down. The sobs punched through, ripping through my muscles, bones, and guts. I pressed my forehead against my knees and tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. Maybe I can make my own Niagara falls.

SEHUN’S POV

I am currently sitting next to the bonfire but I didn’t bothering fueling it besides the cold never bothered me anyways. I am so confused. Why was I uncomfortable even with the thought of them sniffing her? Like my body reacted so quickly when they were rushing to sniff her like who the fuck does that? And when we were in that bloody fight I realized ‘damn her eyes.’ Her eyes were grey, not a dull, unremarkable grey like that of cement or stone. They were the grey of the last ashes on a fire, tossed up on the breeze; the grey of the ocean an instant before dawn's first rays strike the water, they were like sliver. It’s a shame she hides them behind those weird glasses. Those eyes were full of anger tho. I sighed at the thought crossed my mind.

Taking another awfully long sigh I realized I should apologize. Guilt washed over me. The guilt sat not in my brain but inside my heart. What I did could not be un-done. I could make amends in subtle ways, but confession was out of the question, even to Kris hyung.

I decided to go to her and ask her if we could start anew. Taking lazy steps I made my way to her room. I knocked but no one answered. I knocked again with a little more power. The door opened she probably didn’t locked. I opened the door and instantly regretted it.

White knuckles formed, from clenching my fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, my heart was burning, slicing. There on the bed I see Yeol and Doori cuddled while sleeping. How stupid was I? thinking I’ll come to this woman? Why should I? She is nothing but someone who destroys things. What is wrong with Yeol? Are they actually together? Is he blind? Why is it stinging my heart? Why do I want to rip them apart?

Not trusting myself I made my way to the end of the cottage.

‘ANOTHER MISTAKE’

There on the far sofa I saw a grey haired boy curled up in a ball. I’m sure even without looking at his face that he is crying. I instantly run up to him and embrace him in my arms. As soon as he realized it’s me, he cries like a baby who lost his toffee.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

“Am I worthless? H…how can he not see me? Ho…how can he not... not feel the love I have for him? Am I use..*hicup*..less? I feel I am… trash and that I am ugly. Unwanted.”

“What the hell makes you say that?” He cries a little more and tells me everything he heard, by accident of course. This really does makes my blood boil and instantly all the hatred I have for that women comes back but right now I have a crying wolf in my arms.

“No hyung you are not trash or ugly or useless. And you are defiantly not unwanted. I want you I need you here hyung.”

I wrap my arms around him. I rub the tears away with my thumbs and started rocking back and forth.

“You sing me lullabies at nights I can’t sleep. I reach out first to you whenever I don’t understand anything. You are softness and laughter. You soothe me, take my pain and make it manageable, create a person capable of what I am. You leave me stronger. Who the fuck said you ain’t needed? Your pup needs you. How can you say stuff like that?”

He looked at me with his puppy eyes and I kissed his forehead. “I love you hyung you are my support.”

“Thank you Huniee.”

“Let’s go to bed?”

He nodes and we both go to our rooms.

I tossed and turned but just couldn't find the right position. A lingering haze of sleep sat somewhere at the back of my mind but was too far away to reach. Floating in the pool of my memories I reached to a certain she wolf. Icy discomfort blossomed in my chest and made it difficult for me to breathe. Trying to make myself fall into slumber, I took as deep breaths as I could, but many were just caught in my throat, like an icy wind had blown down there and managed to freeze the air solid. At that moment, I knew this was going to be a long unbearable night.