I'm still thinking of what shot to do for Chanyeol's birthday.

Any suggestions???

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B Y U N   B A E K H Y U N

Yifan is leaning against the wall when i came out of the office. We're currently in one of the many buildings here at EXO University. He is typing on his phone, with his brows furrowed into a tight frown. I just finished enrolling and i am definitely excited to start my college here. 

"What's with the frown?" I asked when i approached him. He then glanced fast at me before muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

I frowned in confusion. "What?" I asked him again.

"It's Taehyung." he said, referring to my other cousin. "And Sooyoun." he added in a smaller voice,  which made me raise a brow. I don't really like his girlfriend, i think i made it clear to him before. But i cleared my throat and decided to react on his first answer.

"What's with Taehyung?" i asked.

Yifan sighed and pocketed his phone. "He's asking me to fetch him at the fourth floor. Said he has boxes to carry." he answered, still frowning from annoyance. "Damn that show-off."

I grinned. "He wanted to run for the council. You can't blame him if he's being over helpful."

Yifan looked me over. "Get back to the car." he said. "Wait for us there."

I bit my lip and nodded. "I'll just drop these to the records' section." i said. He nodded and i turned, walking into another hallway.

There's a glass separating the hallway from a middle-aged receptionist at the record section. In front of me is a guy, wearing black pants and a shirt. He's about my height and he's leaning into a hole in the glass, talking in a loud voice.

"I'm a first year." he said. "Jeon Jungkook. You can't find my file?"

I frowned. Uh-uh. Guess i'll be waiting for a few minutes here. I leaned on the wall just opposite the section window. The hallway is almost empty, aside from a few student leaders, preparing welcome banners for the new students. It's a waste i didn't spend my first year of college here. My parents were too eager for me to meet that guy.

"Jeon Jungkook?" the receptionist asked. "Wait here mister. I'll check again." then she left and the Jungkook guy sighed turning and resting his back on the counter. He has small eyes and a very pointed nose. Then his irritated gaze fell on me so i looked away, shifting on my feet.

I heard him sigh and he turned back on the counter. His phone suddenly rang so i was forced to look back at him. He grabbed it from his pocket, sliding his thumb over the wide screen before putting it against his ear.

"Ye-- Don't shout, Chanyeol!" he said, annoyed. "What?! It's not my fault they're not keeping their records right!" he turned and he's facing me again. He looks really irritated but he's glaring at the floor so it's safe to watch him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You can't leave me." he hissed. "I left my wallet in your car, dumbass." then he pulled the phone slightly away from his ear. The guy from the other line must be shouting really loud.

"I know--- urgh. Shut up!" he said again before rolling his eyes. "Just don't leave me dammit! I'll tell your mom!" he suddenly sounded like a five-year old, i fought the urge to roll my own eyes at him.

The receptionist is suddenly back and the guy looked back at her. Without another word, he hung up and took the paper the woman is giving him from another rectangular hole at the bottom of the glass. He took it fast, still frowning.

"Sorry for the inconvenience. It got mixed up with other papers." the receptionist explain in a kind voice.

The Jungkook guy nodded before walking away fast. He folded the paper and put it inside the back pocket of his jeans. I watched him leave as i approached the window, sliding my folder on the counter. The receptionist smiled at me before taking my folder.

"Byun Baekhyun?" she asked, reading my file.

"Yes." I nodded. "Second year."

She looked at me as she sorted the papers. "Where did you take your first year in this program?" she asked, more on curiosity than necessity. She started to input something in a computer in front of her.

"China." i answered.

She nodded thoughtfully before falling silent. I watched her do her job and waited patiently for her to say that i can leave now. The printer beside her started printing something on a thin piece of paper. She gave it to me.

"Let your professors sign this slip on your first day." she explained, pointing a manicured finger on the empty columns beside my courses. "Good luck, Baekhyun."

I beamed at her. "Thank you." then she gestured for me that i'm finished already so i walked away after saying another thanks. I almost ran to the parking lot, thinking if Taehyung and Yifan are already there, waiting for me.

The sun is high when i walked out of the building. I raised my hand to cover my eyes from the sunlight and half-ran my way to the parking lot. I crossed the road separating the parking from the building and i didn't even hear the honk of a car approaching me. Stupid me, i know.

I looked back and it's fast, promising that it'll kill me.

I tried to run but i tripped on my own foot and i fell forward, my chest hitting the asphalt. I let out a yelp and there's a loud screech of tires against the road, i did nothing but close my eyes and think about how pathetic this way of dying is.

I waited for the blow. But nothing came.

Suddenly, two strong hands are holding my arm gently, as if afraid i might break. I didn't dare open my eyes. What if i'm dead already? I just didn't remember the pain because it's too fast?

"Are you okay?" a deep, beautiful voice asked. It's a guy.

I let out a whimper because damn, my chest hurts. "I'm dead." i breathed. "I'm dead, right?"

The guy grinned, but it's nervous. "You're not." he said. "But are you okay?" His voice is so deep i feel like drowning. And it's beautiful, too. Deep and beautiful. How...?

I groaned when he tried to pull me up. "My chest hurts." i said before slowly fluttering my eyes open. The realized i am still facing the asphalt, it smells of smoke and dirt. I slowly pulled myself in a sitting position, with him helping me, then i looked up at the person who nearly killed me.

He's a guy. Definitely a guy.

And man, he's gorgeous.

He stared down at me, his eyes a shade of brown and they're so beautiful. Too beautiful, to be perfectly honest. He's still holding my arm, my long sleeve shirt separating my skin from his palm, and i want to say something but i'm momentarily deprived of that ability.

My throat went dry and i felt like i'm going to throw up from all the fluttering butterflies that started to fill my stomach. The fast beating of my heart against my chest started to become painful so i tried to breathe normally. I nearly died. I think it's because of that. I think.

"A-are you okay?" he stammered as he stared back at me. His cheeks started to turn pink and i don't know if it's from embarrassment or nervousness or both. I looked down at his lips and they're gaped open, he's a mouth breather, i suppose.

I still can't talk so i nodded.

He's still staring at me. He's holding my gaze and i held his. I want to look away or maybe just shout at him because he almost took my life away but i can't. I suddenly had the thought that i'm facing an angel. Because he hella looks like an angel.

"Chanyeol!" someone called from the car.

I blinked and finally looked away from him, but i still can feel his gaze on my face. I felt my cheeks go warm and i touched them with my hands. Another guy went out of the car and my eyes grew a bit wide when i recognized him as the Jungkook guy standing in front of me at the record's section.

"Is he okay?" Jungkook asked walking towards us.

I glanced back at the man beside me, Chanyeol, i guess. And god, he's still staring.

"Are you okay?" he asked again.

I looked back at him and swallowed and he must have noticed because his eyes dropped to my neck then he unconsciously licked his lip. Oh god.

I swallowed again. "I-i'm fine."

Jungkook walked towards us. He bent down, arms resting on his knees as he inspected me. There's a flicker of recognition in his eyes. He probably remembered me. Chanyeol, the beautiful one, helped me to my feet. I staggered and he caught me, his other hand grabbing my hand.

But i pulled back immediately as i felt a certain heat flood through my body.

Woah. What the hell was that?

"I'm so sorry." Chanyeol said as he looked at me. He's still holding my arm. "We were just in a hurry. Are you sure you're not hurt?"

My eyes caught his intense look. "I-it's fine." i muttered, my voice a little hoarse. "I was just... a little shocked, i guess." I bent down and brushed dirt from my pants. I'm feeling a little wobbly so Chanyeol didn't let go of my arm.

"Baek!"

My head turned to the direction of the frantic voice and i saw Yifan with Taehyung exiting the building. Yifan's eyes started to turn angry then he dropped all the boxes he's carrying and he ran to me. But he's not even looking at me. He's looking over my shoulder.

"Yifan--"

But i was cut off when he sped past me, grabbing Chanyeol by the collar and pushing him on the hood of the black BMW. I gasped and immediately grabbed my cousin's arm.

"Yifan! What the hell are you doing?!"

But he's not listening as he gave Chanyeol a punch on the face. 

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