I huddled in a corner and hugged my knees praying and murmuring stuff to myself. I closed my eyes and suddenly something in my head seemed to spin and a piece of memory from when I was little resurfaced.

Darkness...all I see is darkness. It feels like a cramped place and it's filled with silence. A closed space and nothing to see. Then I hear someone calling out my name. I'm peeking through the dark space which seems like a closet, now that some light filtered in. I'm sitting on top of a pile of clothes and outside there's a little boy.

"Baekhyun! Baekhyun where are you? I'll find you!" The little boy outside said determined.

Then I heard it again "Baek-Baekhyun! Wake up! Just wake up!"

It was faint at first but then it got louder and more clear "Baekhyun wake up! Pl-please?" The voice sounded hoarse and desperate and that person stuttered please as if it was very difficult to say it. Is...is this Chanyeol?

I gently opened my eyes and light seeped in filling my eyes with the vision in front of me. Chanyeol was holding my head with a worried gaze asking me if I was ok.

"Y-you said please. Next time you as-ask someone to do something re-remember to say that. Ok?" I asked and reached my hand up to brush his hair to the side and ruffled it a little at the end. I felt so proud and happy of Chanyeol.

"What are you saying? It just slipped off my tongue." Chanyeol replied seemingly returning to his distant self.

"O-Ok, sorry I assumed things, Mr. Park." I apologized my gaze hazy and my mind drifting off.

"F-fine I'll do that but on one condition-promise to call me Chanyeol." He commanded.

"Yes Mr. P-Chanyeol." I giggled a little but I was too tired from the fright and the sudden memory.

My memory got deleted, locked in a box from the time I was three my doctor said. Everything before three was erased or simply forgotten because I seemed to have a traumatizing time. A part of my memory got released from this incident.

Ever since I was orphaned from what I believed, I stayed in an orphanage and grew up to be best friends with Sehun. I cried when I entered that place filled with children but none of them was my brother or my parents. On the first day, none of the kids wanted to play with me while I huddled in a corner and cried. It wasn't until I felt a tight hug around me that I looked up to see a smiling boy named Sehun. In the beginning I ignored him when he gave me bone crushing hugs and called me Baekkie all the time even though it felt nice being cared for and the hugs gave me a sense of comfort and warmth. But soon I opened up to him when he always bugged me and followed me like a lost puppy. I would pat his head when he did something well and a smile would lit up his face and I grew to learn that I must be strong for Sehun-like an older brother. We were inseparable and whenever someone approaches, Sehun would hold my hand really tightly as if worried that I would befriend another kid and forget about him.

He loved to study and was very ambitious so he received many scholarships and entered a great college and his way worked out from there. I on the other hand studied a lot but it just didn't seem to sink into my head so I had to stop my studies after high school and decided to start working. Sehun always visits me in my apartment and takes care of me a lot.

I hide my struggles and debts but Sehun always seem to find out and helps me with it and comforts me when I'm down. Fortunately or not I got accepted into Park Enterprise and felt proud about working with Sehun. Even though Sehun is younger than me, I always feel like the younger one when we are together. Now details are connecting and maybe my memories can be revived.

Slowly I closed my eyes the exhaustion tiring me out.

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Chanyeol's Pov

That Baekhyun is taking so long for a coffee. Why did he leave so quickly? Why did he even want me to say that word?

Sighing I remembered his defeated face and his eyes that was filled with  disappointment. I didn't like it one bit to see him giving up so easily.

It felt like I just poked a baby's butt with a needle.

Seriously what's taking him so long? I fidgeted in my chair trying to work but getting distracted so many times. Every minute or so his disappointed face would reappear in my mind and I would groan in frustration.

"Fine fine I get it I'll say please the next time." I stated a little too loud in my office.

Why does Baekhyun have that affect on people? Soon 30 minutes passed and I began to think of horrible scenarios.

What if he got kidnapped? What if he tripped on his legs and spilled coffee on himself? What if he followed a stranger that lulled him with a lollipop? What if he got so hurt from my words that he decided to run away? Or worse commit suicide?!

Standing up abruptly which caused my chair to fall on the ground, I phoned the manager of the cctv and asked for them to check where Baekhyun is.

"Mr. Park we checked all the cctvs but we couldn't find where Mr. Byun is." The manager apologized.

"Are you sure you checked every single one?" I growled.

"Um ah Mr. Park the cctvs in the elevators weren't working today but I called someone to get them fixed to-." The manager said but the rest of his words were left unheard as I stormed out the door.

Pressing on the up button I heard a tiny scratching sound and then it stopped. Cursing I dialed a number and told everyone to pry open all the elevator doors.

After about 10 minutes I received a call that Baekhyun was stuck in the elevator on the 48th floor and they were trying to open the doors now.

I sprinted down the stairs taking three at a time and by the time I got there, I was huffing and puffing sweat dripping down my chin.

Reaching the elevators I saw them open the last bit of the door and I saw the elevator was a bit lower than the doorway.

Pulling my suit jacket off and sliding my sleeves up I slipped in the elevator easily by sliding through the space.

From the outside I heard my men warning and pleading me not to go in but I ignored them and slipped easily in the elevator where I saw Baekhyun huddled in a corner murmuring something.

Slowly approaching him I bent down and gently shook his shoulders "Baek-Baekhyun wake up." I said softly urging him to wake up but he seemed to be dreaming of something scary.

Using more force I shook him "Baek-Baekhyun! Wake up! Just wake up!"

But he seemed to be struggling.

"Baekhyun wake up!" I yelled desperately but then in a softer voice I added "Pl-please?"

After awhile he opened his eyes and tiredly said "Y-you said please. Next time you as-ask someone to do something re-remember to say that. Ok?"

Pabo I wanted to say but then he softly lifted his hand and ruffled my hair a bit. My whole heart seemed to stop and he smiled a little at me a little tint on his face.

But then I denied that feeling and built more walls around myself. I can't trust Baekhyun that easily and replied harshly "What are you saying? It just slipped off my tongue."

"O-Ok, sorry I assumed things, Mr. Park." Baekhyun apologized and suddenly all the walls around me before came tumbling down. It just wasn't possible to face Baekhyun's defeated face.

After contemplating a bit I said "F-fine I'll do that but on one condition-promise to call me Chanyeol."

"Yes Mr. P-Chanyeol." Baekhyun corrected and giggled at the end which sound like music to my ears.

Then Baekhyun became limp again and his head fell on my chest because of exhaustion. Slowly I picked him up and lifted him to the floor outside.

Next I pushed both my hands on the ground above me and pushed myself forward, and got out safely. I ordered my men to fix the elevators asap and not to disrupt me as I bent down and scooped the little brunette up.

I randomly entered an empty meeting room and placed Baekhyun on four cushion chairs while I phoned my chauffeur.

I stared at Baekhyun for awhile mesmerized with his sleeping face and patted his cheeks gently.

The chauffeur arrived and was about to help carry Baekhyun to the car but of course I firmly objected his offer. No one can touch Baekhyun but me. He's too precious and besides he's mine.

I scooped Baekhyun up gently again and walked down 48 agonizing long floors but I didn't seem to mind that a lot. Baekhyun wasn't that heavy and his constant soft breathing and touches of his lips on the crook of my neck makes up for it. Sometimes he seemed to snuggle impossibly closer and I would inwardly smile and place kisses on the top of his head that he wasn't aware of.

Reaching the car, my chauffeur opened it while I got in with Baekhyun still hugging me.

I sat down with Baekhyun sitting on my lap, his face nestled in my neck, and his legs straddling me. His arms seemed to relax and fall softly by his side while his weight leaned towards me.

The first 5 minutes of the car ride was enjoyable for me but then Baekhyun became a problem. I noticed that he tend to move around a lot.

Each turn of the car he tilted towards a side and I would grip onto him to prevent him from falling but then he would snuggle impossibly closer towards me making me warm.

The fanning of his breath on my neck already got me sweating and then he wiggled again at another turn of the car and I couldn't help but to notice the dent forming in my pants. It was getting tighter and tighter down there.

Suddenly at a red light the chauffeur stopped rather abruptly and Baekhyun jostled up a bit before sitting right down on my hard on.

Unable to contain the pleasure I let out a satisfied moan.

"A-are you ok Mr. Park?" My chauffeur eyed me a bit weirdly at the rear view mirror before focusing on the road again.

"Just drive." I grunted.

Just when I believe I was able to calm myself down, Baekhyun made my life harder.

"Ch-Chanyeol." Baekhyun suddenly whimpered and I bit back yet another groan.

I thought things couldn't get any worse but then Baekhyun started nipping on my neck and I bit my lip so hard that I could taste metallic seeping out. Just what was Baekhyun dreaming about?

I can't believe it nobody has made me hard before while they were sleeping. Not even sexy winks, hot body rolls, and promiscuous outfits can make me bat an eyelash let alone get hard. Everyone in the clubs tries to grind on me or smash their chest at me but it doesn't work that well.

But-but Baekhyun here obviously has his tricks getting me turned on so quickly.

The drive was so long and I wanted to release so badly. I bit back a moan again when I felt Baekhyun's hands clenching my shirt and whimpering. Everything was too much and I eyed Baekhyun accusingly for making me into this desperate state. Is this revenge from all the hearts I broke and people I killed?

If this car ride get any longer I swear I'm going to kill someone.

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