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P A R K   C H A N Y E O L 

I don't know how things happened but Byun Baekhyun and I would always end up together. 

It's a Tuesday, the second day of classes, and I was utterly surprised to see him seated beside my appointed chair. He's wearing a simple black shirt and jeans. Nothing special, just him being the effortless sunshine that he is. His brown hair reflecting the bright sunlight from outside and his skin, so flawlessly white and beautiful. 

When he saw me, he pretended to read something. 

"Hey." I called when I reached my place. 

Baekhyun's face tilted to my side but he's not really looking. He's basically avoiding my gaze and that's too obvious. Does he feel awkward because of what happened yesterday? I won't make him feel upset anymore. I now understand that Kris and his uncle are assholes and everything shtty. 

"Hey." He muttered and flipped a page. 

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday, Byun Baekhyun." I whispered, leaning into him so he could hear me better. "I was just... um... well..." I trailed off, looking somewhere else for help. Damn. 

Baekhyun glanced at me but it's too fast I didn't had the chance to hold his gaze. "You don't have to explain anything." he whispered back. His voice is shaky and he sounds afraid. I don't understand but it seems like it. Baekhyun's fingers clutched into the book he's reading. 

I sighed and fought to urge to grab his hand and uncurl his fingers. "I really apologize." I said and that's when he finally looked at me. 

He studied my face and his expression is really that... pained. Like I just said something that really caused something heavy drop into him. Like he wants to say something but he can't. I held into his gaze and his eyes never left mine. I felt a certain want to touch his face. 

"I've missed you." I whispered. "I really do, Baek." 

Baekhyun's gaze dropped to my lips and then he squeezed his eyes shut before looking away. I was about to say something else when the professor, who's just peacefully reading his notes a while ago, suddenly stood up and started the class. Baekhyun is clutching his book really tight, I'm afraid he might tear it into pieces. 

I don't think I'm making him comfortable and I don't think he's okay that I'm right beside him. But I don't want to move anywhere. I don't want another space between us. 

They stole my Baekhyun away from me. They basically took him. 

I'm not letting them get away with it. 

I'm Park Chanyeol. I would always know how to fight back.

We have Chemistry 200 lecture for first subject and Botany 201 lecture next. Our university has a system where in students doesn't have to transfer classrooms except during PE and laboratory subjects. 

When Chemistry 200 laboratory came, we were told to form pairs. And Baekhyun, being the 'new guy', stayed unpaired, his eyes gazing at everyone around the lab. I immediately walked up to him, grabbing his hand. 

"You and I could pair." I grinned, looking down at him. 

Baekhyun slowly withdrew his hand from mine, holding it against his chest. "I'm not sure..." he trailed off and hopeless eyes scanned the room, seeing everyone chatting excitedly with their new found pairs. Somehow, Baekhyun's nervous and cautious look makes me want him more. Everything about him makes me love him more and more every fcking time. 

"Park Chanyeol." I said, holding out my hand for him to take. "I know you already know my name but let me do this." I looked into his brown eyes, always watery since yesterday. He looks pale and tired, like he's been crying since who knows when. He doesn't look the same. He changed. 

Baekhyun ignored my hand. "I know." he muttered and he started playing at the hem of his shirt nervously. 

I tried to smile as I withdrew my hand, putting it inside the pocket of my jeans. I'm not sure but I think he's trying his best to btch on me. His eyes would threat a glare but it would always turn out sad or afraid. It's not the look I'm used to see in him. It's not something natural. 

But something... induced. 

Since it's our first meeting, we were dismissed early. 

The next thing I knew, Byun Baekhyun is hurrying out of the lab, not daring to look back. I would have loved to follow him. But I know he needs time. 

And I love him enough to give it to him. 

"So you know him?" Chen grinned as he poured me a cup of coffee. 

Kim Jongdae and his family owns a coffee shop, located a few blocks from EXO University. I like staying here when I have time to spare. He makes good coffee and often, I end up to be the one behind the cashier. 

Sometimes, I'm with Jungkook. And today, it's one of those sometimes. 

I nodded, taking my cup from the table and running it under my nose. "It's a long story but..." I held out my hand, showing him my ring. "We're supposed to get married." 

"Damn." Chen groaned as he sat in front of me. "What a life, Park Chanyeol." He shook his head and ignored the line that's starting to build up at the counter. I threw him a look but he dismissed it. 

I kicked Chen under the table. "Just get your ass back there or you'll go bankrupt." I hissed, giving him a disgusted glare. Chen rolled his eyes at me and then he looked down at Jungkook who's currently sulking beside me, his legs folded against his chest. He looks like a kid who's feeling too cold to go out. 

"And what's with the kid?" Chen asked, nodding his head to my cousin. 

I sipped from my coffee, feeling the hot liquid travel down to my throat. It feels heavenly. It tastes really really good. I can't wait to take Baekhyun here. I'm sure he'll enjoy the coffee. 

"He's not talking to me." Jungkook mumbles, his eyes shutting close, as if in pain. "He's not talking to me and I don't think he'll ever talk to me again." 

I groaned and fought the urge to punch him on the face. 

Taehyun is not talking to him. NOT TALKING! Only NOT TALKING! How big is that?! 

Chen clicked his tongue in disapproval. "At least he didn't forget you, right?" he said and I have to agree. At least, Taehyung is not staring at him with such a foreign look and he didn't hear a 'Who are you?' from him. At least he's not a stranger to Taehyung. At least he doesn't have to start over again. 

Jungkook snuggled closer to his comfy chair and refused on looking at us. "Assholes." he muttered and Chen and I just rolled our eyes. 

Chen looked at his watch. "You're not going home yet?" he asked me as he stood from his chair, tying an apron around his waist. 

"Not yet." I said, shaking my head. "Father's not home. He's in Taiwan for a conference and he won't be home for a month. I'm free." 

Jongdae nodded, finally having the interest in serving his customers. "Fine then." he called before he turned his back at us. "Just tell me when you're ready to go." 

I arrived home twenty seven minutes before the clock struck 9 o'clock in the evening. 

"Oppa!" Beatrice called when I was about to open the door to my room. She came running from the hallway in her pink pajamas and damp hair. "Let's play hide and seek with Simon!" 

I tried smiling. "Nope." I said, shaking my head. "Too tired." 

Beatrice grabbed my hand and tugged. "Please Oppa?" she muttered, giving me that pleading look. "Even Noona will join the game." 

I groaned. "Trice, it's almost 9pm." I said. "Who plays hide and seek at 9pm in the evening?" 

"Us!" she grinned, swaying my hand back and forth. 

I let out an exasperated sigh, leaning into my unopened door for support. "Seriously?" I muttered. "This is your way of making yourselves sleepy?" 

Trice nodded fast. "Yep!" then she pulled my hand. "C'mon, Chanyeol-oppa! We'll hide and you'll look for us, yes?" 

I let out a whimper. "Fine." 

And then she cheered and ran back from where she came from, screaming "Oppa's into it! Let's hide!" 

I placed my bag on the carpet and practically dragged myself to the storage room where I can hear giggles and whispers. Trice and Simon are so not good at this. They should ask us to teach them how to hide well when playing this game. They'll be total losers in the future. 

I pushed the door open. The light is turned on. Another no-no. 

You don't turn on the lights in the room where you're hiding! 

The storage room is lined with boxes, big and small, placed on the floor and the shelves put up against the walls. They're old stuffs, dating back to my high school days. Some of my late Mother's things are in here, too. 

I pushed a box that's blocking my way against the wall and the shelf above it shook. I tried reaching for it but it suddenly gave away, all the boxes on it fell to the floor with loud thuds. Simon and Trice emerged from behind another giant box and they ran to me, faces shocked. 

"Hyung! What happened?" 

I shook my head and started picking up the pieces of paper from a small rectangular box. "The shelf fell." I explained and they started helping me pick up the fallen stuffs. They're all papers and newspapers. I caught a glance of one issue and it's dated 1996. I shoved the newspapers back into the box. 

"Look! It's your Mom, Oppa!" Trice exclaimed, pointing a finger into an old folder where Mother's picture is attached to it. I slowly took it from her. It's a report. As I had mentioned earlier, our late Mother is a journalist and some of her works are being kept here. 

I flipped open the folder. 'Report about drugs found inside the B&C Factory, Inc.'

I shrugged and was about to continue stacking up the papers when a certain word caught my attention, making me pause and look twice. 

And I wasn't wrong. 

'Byun'. It says in the report. 'Byun Ji Hyun'. 

What is it about Baekhyun's Dad?

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