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P A R K   C H A N Y E O L

My sister wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me a few steps back from our parents as we entered the massive hotel. We slowed our paces and I craned my neck to her. I'm currently in a suit and her in a black dress. I hate formal events like this.

"So where did you spend last night?" she asked, eyes studying my face.

I shook my head. "Nowhere." I muttered. But I know, of course, that she won't buy it. My sister's really not that gullible. She's like our late mother, always curious and brave. Ready to jump into anything they think is worthy of their knowledge.

Sandara-noona glared at me. "Why won't you tell me?" she asked, clearly disappointed. "Do you want me to ask Jungkook myself?"

I groaned. "Noona, fine." I hissed at her. "I spent the night with Baekhyun."

She gasped, eyes turning as wide as they could get. "What?!" her hand cupped her mouth in shock. "Y-you mean... Inside their home?!" She gripped my arm really tight.

I nodded once.

"You could have had yourself killed!" she shrieked and stepmother looked back at us, suddenly worried. We just gave her a smile and she smiled back, nodding and turning away. She and father went inside a hallway with glass walls and ceilings and an aquarium beyond it. We followed them. A shark sped in our direction then took a sharp turn before colliding with the glass.

My stepmother, Cynthia Bloom Park, is British, with her hair a natural blonde and freckles decorating her skin. She's a fashion designer, specializing on men's clothes. She's not as white as my mother but they share the same characteristics. They're both beautiful and gorgeous. They love our Dad to the extent that they will do whatever he'll ask them to. She's kind, too. And Noona and I call her 'Mom' because she doesn't deserve to be called by her first name alone.  

My late mother, Park Hae Ra, died when i was still a baby. Car accident, her vehicle driving to a cliff during winter season. She was a journalist and she met my father during a conference. Noona said it was love at first sight. 

I didn't believe her then. Until Baekhyun. 

"Will you keep our voice low?" I hissed at my sister. "Nothing happened to me, as you can see, Noona." 

"You're insane, Chanyeol!" she hissed back, pulling me harder that we're almost stopping on our tracks. "You don't know what they could do to you!" 

Our half-siblings, 4-year old twins, Simon and Beatrice, suddenly came running from the entrance of the hallway. They were mesmerized by the giant aquarium and they momentarily forgot of why they were running about. They both looked like British kids aside from their jet black hair they acquired from our father. 

They stopped by the hallway entrance, palms on the glass, bewildered at the sight of giant fishes. "Simon! Trice!" Noona called for them and they both turned to look at us. "Come here! You might lost your way." 

Beatrice grinned and she hurried towards us. "Unnie!" she took hold of Noona's free hand. "Why are we inside an aquarium?" 

Noona smiled, shaking her head. "Beautiful, isn't it?" she said, grinning. 

Simon came about next, his black curls bouncing on his head. He and Trice are both wearing formal clothes that made them look more like an adult. He grabbed my pinky finger. 

"Hyung, i saw you sneak in this morning." He didn't even bother lowering his voice. Dara-noona turned to look at us while Beatrice watch a school of clown fish follow us through the hall. 

I leaned to him with a smirk. "You were up early." I said. 

Simon's face is innocent. "And i heard you're getting married." he moves my hand playfully. "Is it true, Hyung?" 

I narrowed my eyes at him. "How much did you hear?" My half-siblings might really look cute and everything but they could be little devils if they want to. Well, not intentionally. They're just too innocent and honest. And such honesty is frightening, isn't it?

"I heard, too, Oppa!" Beatrice chimes in, hand in the air. "You were talking with Kookie-oppa!" 

I shrugged and looked forward. "Well i hope, i'll get married with someone i really like." I muttered. Simon and Trice didn't quite understood the real weight in my words and they regarded me with less interest. They started viewing through the glass again, but walking with us now. 

Dara-noona squeezed my arm. "You're lucky." she whispered. 

"How?" 

"Seo Ju-hyun has a boyfriend." Noona muttered so only me could hear. "And they're secretly engaged." 

I frowned at her though I feel quite relieved. "How did you know about this?" Simon is pulling me towards the glass wall and Noona let go of my arm though she followed close behind. 

"Well, my boyfriend knows everything." she answered, almost proudly. "When I asked him about Ju-hyun, he told me just about everything he knows." 

And now we're lagging behind, the four of us. Our parents would be looking for us anytime now. I pulled Simon's hand told him his Mommy would be worried. He didn't complain. 

"I think i have to be honest with you, Noona." I whispered just when Simon and Trice ran out of the hallway into a cylindrical hall with hundreds of light decorating the ceilings and the walls. Tables were set and i spotted a few waiters in their uniforms, attending to rich men and women in luxurious clothes. 

Noona stepped closer to me. "I get the feeling that I already know the answer." she let out a shaky breath. 

I bit my lip. "I... I just asked Baekhyun for marriage." 

"I'm not surprised." she muttered. "I really hope he said yes." 

Well that last sentence surprised me so i looked at her, eyes wide. "Y-you're not mad?" I really did expect she'll scold me and tell me i'm utterly stupid. 

Dara-noona wrapped her arm around my waist, leaning her head on my shoulder. "What makes my brother happy makes me happy." she said. "And i would never trade your happiness for the world." 

I chuckled and pulled her close. "Well, thanks." I said, relieved. "That's really sweet of you, sis." 

"Just promise me one thing." she said when we finally spotted our Dad, gesturing us to move faster. A group of strangers are waiting for us. I spotted a pretty girl, her large curls hair tucked behind her ear. 

I looked down at my sister. "Anything." 

"You'll introduce him to me soon. Really, really soon." She said with a grin. 

K I M   T A E Y E O N 

"Madam, the doctor has arrived." I announced just when Madam Sylvia Byun finished spraying expensive perfume on her emerald dress. Baekhyun's mother's real name is Byun Si-jung. But she suddenly wanted an English name, hence 'Sylvia'. 

She looked at me, eyes sharp. "Well." she walked towards the door and i followed suit. "What do my husband want from the doctor this time?" 

"Head Master didn't mention anything to me, Madam." I answered.

Madam Sylvia seemed uncomfortable. "I think he'll do what he planned." she muttered, mostly to herself. "In such a haste. I don't think it's safe." 

I suddenly felt curious, but i held my tongue. Assistants don't question their bosses. 

When we arrived at Head Master Byun Ji Hyun's study, Young Master Kris is there, together with Doctor Chan, the Byun's family doctor. He's clutching a black leather briefcase in one hand while he sits on a comfortable looking couch. Young Master Kris, on the other hand, is standing behind Head Master Byun's seat behind a wide oak table. 

"Madam." The doctor greeted as soon as we entered the study. "Miss Kim." He nods at me and i returned the gesture. 

Madam Sylvia went to her usual seat, a large red couch positioned against a shelf of books at a corner. She crossed her legs, glaring. I resorted on standing beside her couch, a clipboard in my hand. 

"My dear," Head Master said to his wife. "Don't grumble now. The doctor is here to explain what we can do with our only son." 

My eyes went a bit wide. Baekhyun. 

Madam Sylvia rolled her eyes. "Only once, Ji Hyun." she said, and then her eyes turned serious. "He's still my son! I won't let you harm him any further." 

"We'll harm him not!" the doctor butted in and Madam gave him a death glare. He suddenly fell silent. 

Head Master traced his chin with his thumb. "We won't induce pain, my dear." he said patiently. "We'll remove it." 

I was in utter shock as everything started to make sense. I bit my tongue, forcing me to stay quiet. Young Master Kris threw me a look. 

"Why is she here?" he gestured at me with irritation. 

Madam Sylvia stared daggers at him. "She'll stay." she sneered. "Taeyeon is my assistant. She goes where i goes." 

Head Master let out a sigh. "No need to be snarky, my dear." then he turned at the doctor, kind eyes started to become impatient. "Now, Doctor Chan, explain the procedure." 

The doctor squirmed on his seat. "We needed the drugs." he said, almost a choke. He's clearly nervous. "But it's not... legal." 

Young Master Kris smirked. "We can take care of that." he hissed. 

"W-well..." Doctor Chan shifted nervously. "The drug i'm talking about is an amnesia-inducing drug. He will take it and I can hypnotize him into a selective amnesia. The process would be easy, as long as we have the drug." 

I stifled a gasp and i suddenly feel tears started to form in my eyes. 

"Selective amnesia..." Madam Sylvia said, clearly curious. "You'll tell him what he needs to forget?" 

The doctor nodded, wiping sweat from his forehead. "When he's drugged and hypnotized, I could tell him to forget particular things. Or person." then he shook his head. "B-but i can't promise you lifelong effects considering a strong bond might trigger---"

"Non sense!" Head Master dismissed, raisin his hand. "The drug would be enough!" 

Madam Sylvia frowned. "Ji-hyun," she called in a firm voice and her husband looked at her. "Just. This. Once. It doesn't feel right at all." 

But Head Master is now grinning. "Worry not, my dear." he beamed. "Our son would soon be no longer a problem." 

I let my head drop and i made a fast move of wiping a tear from my left eye. 

They'll make Baekhyun forget. 

They'll make him forget everything about Park Chanyeol. 

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Good night fellas! :)