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P A R K   C H A N Y E O L

Now it's my turn to be confused. What did he say? Did I hear him right?

"Baek, what are you saying?" I asked, raising a brow. "Are you playing with me?"

Baekhyun raised his brow, too. "Why would I play with you?" he asked. "I don't know you." Then he looked at his books that I am still carrying. He reached out for them but I shook my head. 

"Stop what you're doing, Baek." I muttered. "You're making me nervous."

But he sighed, shaking his head and massaging his temple. "Just give me back my books, whoever you are." he whispered, tired. "My class would start in a while and I don't want to be late." He stared straight ahead before looking back at me, his eyes unreadable. He gave me a long look and I can't sense any humor. He looks so serious. 

"Is this your idea of a joke?" I asked, irritated. "Do you know how worried I was when you were not answering my calls? When you're not replying to my texts? I can't sleep at night, Baek, thinking about you. And we'll see each other today and... this?! What now, Baekhyun?" 

Baekhyun pursed his lips. He studied my face and finally, he looked down. He gave out a sigh before muttering something under his breath. "I don't know you." 

And that's it. I'm pissed off. 

"So you're regretting everything, huh?" I said, looking at his face though he's not meeting my eyes. "You're regretting everything that happened between the two of us? You regret that you met me. You regret that you chose me over your family." 

He's still looking away and somehow, that annoys me. 

"You could tell me, you know." I said. "You could actually tell me that you don't want me anymore rather than making me look like a total idiot." I tried glaring at him or even pushing him against the lockers and make him look at me. But I can't. Whenever I see him, I just feel nothing but the crazy type of love I feel for him right now. Byun Baekhyun makes me weak. And I hate that I can't hate him. Not even a bit. 

"Just give me back my books." Baekhyun muttered. He's playing something in his hand and when I looked, it's the ring I gave him that night. He's still wearing it and he's playing with it nervously. Even his fingers are shaking. 

I reached down and took his hand. "I gave this to you." I said. 

"You did not!" Baekhyun denied, glaring. "That's from my Mom." He pulled back his hand and clenched it behind his back. When I tried to meet his eyes, he looked away immediately. 

"I gave that to you!" I insisted. "I gave that to you that night I sneaked into your room." I tried reaching for his hand again but he took a step away from me. I stared at him, frustrated beyond reason. What is happening? What had gotten into him? This is not the Baekhyun I know! 

Does he really want to appear like I'm just no one? 

Baekhyun clenched his jaw and he slowly pulled the ring out of his finger. He handed it to me. "Then take it." He said in a quiet voice. "If you really insist that this is yours, then take it." I stared at the ring pinned between his thumb and index finger. It's right there between us, waiting for me to take it. 

When I went inside that jewelry shop, that ring caught my attention immediately. It only took me a few minutes to study it, adore it's simplicity before I called for the saleslady's attention and bought it. I promised myself that day, that whoever wears it would be the one for me. And I will do everything to make that someone love me back. That that someone would be worth it. 

I stared at Baekhyun. He looked at me, his face determined. 

I slowly reached for the ring. But stopped. 

I love Byun Baekhyun. I love him though he's acting like a complete asshole right now and though he's a fcking Byun. I love him and he's worth it. I love him and that's all I know. 

I sighed and pushed his hand back to him. "I love you," I whispered, looking at him in the eyes. "I love you and that's yours." 

Baekhyun looked down at the ring he's holding. He's breathing fast now, like he's trying to control something that might suddenly burst out of his mouth. I want to pull him for a hug right now and make him feel that whatever happens, I'm not giving up. 

"I don't know what had gotten into you or what made you hurt me like this, Baek," I said. "But hell because I don't care now. When I gave you that ring, I was fcking sure you're the one, okay? And I will do everything to bring you back." 

Baekhyun frowns, looking away. "You're nuts." He hissed. "Give me back my books."

"I'll send you to your class." I said, resigned. "Where's your next class?" 

Baekhyun shook his head. "I can manage." He muttered. "Just give them to me, mister." 

"No." I said, determined. "If you're going to forget about me, might as well court you this time, right?" I looked into his face and Baekhyun seemed irritated. He touched his forehead, rubbing it with his palm. 

"You're annoying." He hissed. And although that should have hit a nerve, I ignored it. 

"Where's your next class?" I asked again. Baekhyun glared at his books. He's still not meeting my eyes. He made a quick move of returning the ring back to his finger and that made me relax for some reason. At least he's not throwing it. Yet. 

Suddenly, someone squeezed my shoulder. Hard. 

"My cousin says, you're annoying, Park." Yifan hissed and I don't have to turn to give him a hateful look. He knows I loath him more than he could ever know. I shrugged off his hand. 

"I'm talking to, Baek." I hissed back. "I don't remember inviting you into the conversation." 

Baekhyun sighed. "Yifan, let's go." he said. "This stranger is annoying me." I gave Baekhyun a look and he just shifted his gaze. Damn. What's with him, really? 

Yifan smirked. "Stranger, eh?" He mocked, looking at me. I turned and met his eyes. He's smiling like  he's hiding a secret. A dirty one. That made me quite uneasy. 

"What did you tell Baekhyun this time?" I asked before stepping towards him. "Why is he determined to forget about me?" I looked at him and turned completely away from Baek. I don't want him hearing what I've got to say. 

The jerk grinned. "Maybe... he's not trying." Then he raised an eyebrow and I suddenly had he urge to rip that smirk out of his face. He knows something. I know something's going on.

"What?" I sneered. 

Yifan's smirk grew larger and his eyes continued to mock me. "You know our family, Park Chanyeol." He hissed so only me could hear. "We get what we want. We do what you can not." 

I looked at him straight in the eyes for a moment. What is he trying to say? And then he cocked his head to one side, gesturing at Baekhyun. "All gone." He whispered. "Every bit of you is gone." 

And that's when it hit me. 

"What did you do to him?!" I growled and I pulled him by the collar, forgetting everyone who's watching us right now. I don't care if we're in the school. I don't care if I'll get myself expelled. They made Baekhyun forget me. And I will never forgive them for that. 

Yifan pushed me hard. "Let go you, bastard!" he snarled. I wanted to badly to punch him and kill him at this very moment. But Baekhyun is right there, standing and shouting for us to stop. I can't let him see me like this. 

I grabbed his collar harder, pinning him between the locker and me. "What did you do to him?" I hissed. "What the fcking hell did your family did this time?" 

Yifan grinned and I can feel Baekhyun trying to pull me off his cousin. "The usual." He smirked. "You know, Park. The usual." 

I am breathing hard and I can feel the heat of my face. I feel so angry I really think I could kill him now. "Stop!" Baekhyun shouted, grabbing my arm. I wanted to brush him off but I was suddenly worried I might hurt him. "Let go of him!" He gave my arm a squeeze and I slowly obeyed, letting go of Yifan and stepping as far from him as possible. 

He fixed his shirt, smirking at me. 

I can't believe they could do that to Baekhyun. I can't believe they could do something that illegal. The Byuns don't have boundaries. They do what have to be done. 

I rested by back against the opposite lockers, panting from anger. "I should have taken you that night with me," I muttered, slowly looking down at Baekhyun. "I should have pulled your hand and led you to my car and we'll go as far away from this horrible place as possible." 

Baekhyun is frowning but he didn't say anything. 

"If only I took you with me." I whispered. "Baek... I'm sorry. I'm sorry." 

And then I felt a tear roll down from my eye. I tried blinking them away but I can't and no matter how embarrassing, I started sobbing against the lockers, leaning and resting my hand on my knees. I feel so hopeless and everything is just too painful to handle. I looked away from him, letting my tears drop to the floor. 

Baekhyun is right there. But he feels a million miles away from me. 

"I'm sorry, Baek." I breathed, staring down and away from his beautiful eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to save you." 

I heard steps. And grins. 

And then he was gone. 

B Y U N   B A E K H Y U N

I ran straight to a comfort room and locked myself into one of its cubicles. I sat on the covered bowl and put my head on my hand, covering my face. I felt myself shaking uncontrollably and I started sobbing and I don't think I could ever stop it. 

I was surprised to see Dr. Chan, our family doctor, enter my room that night. 

"Doctor!" I exclaimed, standing up from my bed. The maid gently placed my meds on the bedside table and I led the doctor to a comfy chair at the other side of my room. "What brings you here?" You see, Dr. Chan is a very kind man and I love his wife and the coffees she makes. 

Dr. Chan was undoubtedly nervous. He can't look at me in the eyes and he's shifting on his seat. I knew then that something is wrong. 

"Doctor," I muttered, studying his face. "What happened? Are you okay?" 

He looked away but his face is too red I know he'll break down any time soon. He clenched his fingers into a tight fist. And when he's still staring at somewhere, I followed his gaze. 

He's looking at my meds. 

"He said he'll kill my family." Dr. Chan whispered and his voice is shaky. "But Baekhyun, I can't. I am a doctor and I promised to save lives not destroy one. I have my dignity and I want to protect it." 

My chest clenched. "Father, right?" I asked, my voice hoarse. 

"Even Madam knows this and her assistant." he whispered. "And your cousin, Young Master Kris." 

I nodded. "W-what do they want?" I asked though I get the feeling I already know the answer. 

"They want a certain Park Chanyeol out of your memory." 

I cried harder and I didn't bother hiding my face from no one. He told me everything that night and I agreed to help Dr. Chan by pretending to forget about Chanyeol. I agreed just to give him time to fix his papers so that they could finally leave the country with his family. I know that if Father will know I'm faking an amnesia, he will kill them. 

And Chanyeol. My Park Chanyeol. 

He's also in danger and I can't let anything bad happen to him just because of me. I love him. I love him and seeing him get hurt like that is killing me in millions of ways possible. I love him and I don't know how to love him without getting him hurt. 

I love him and this is the only way I know to protect him. 

"I'm sorry, Chanyeol..." I sobbed as I stared to the ring he gave me. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." 

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