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P A R K   C H A N Y E O L

He's always the first one to fall asleep and I don't know but I like it like that.

I have to be perfectly honest. I love to see Baekhyun, I really, really do. I love to sleep next to him and cuddle with him until the morning comes, but right now, I have other things in mind. No. I am not thinking about having sex with him, that is absolutely out of my mind. For now.

Baekhyun told me his parents are out. He said, "Taeyeon informed me they went for a trip. I don't know when they'll be back." Those words basically put a thought in my mind. I could say I'm being daring now but I have to take the risk.

Very gently, I withdrew my arm under Baekhyun careful not to wake him up. He whimpered and stirred, making me pause. I was suddenly afraid he'll even snuggle nearer and I felt my muscles tense in anticipation.

"Yeol..." he breathed, sighing with his eyes closed.

I swallowed. "Hm?"

But he didn't answer back. He's obviously talking in his sleep again. I heaved a relieved sigh and continued pulling back from him. Baekhyun is such a heavy sleeper and I think I would bear that in mind. I am wearing the new pajamas he gave me and by the looks of it, he obviously bought it because he's expecting me to come any time.

I was out of the bed in a few seconds and after giving him a kiss on the forehead, I went to the door, twisting the knob open. I didn't even pull it open when it was pushed from the outside, making me jump in shock.

"Woah!" a woman with brown beach curls gasped, her eyes wide in surprise. She's more than a foot shorter than me and obviously not a problem but her presence alone made me shiver with fright. Who is she?!

"Sshh!" I hushed her, gesturing to Baekhyun's sleeping figure.

The woman, still with frightened wide eyes, didn't follow my hand but she studied me instead. She looked me up and down, noticing the pajamas I am wearing and the ruffled hair on my head. Her eyes lingered on my face though, tilting her head so she could look at me better. And when something snapped in her head, "Park Chanyeol!" she gasped, her hand flying to her lips. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

I didn't dare answer her question. "Who are you? And how the hell did you know my name?!" I tried to remember if I've ever seen her face before. Maybe she looks familiar but girls these days almost look the same! All with cute button noses, wide eyes, lipstick covered lips and such. They all want to look the same.

Without answering, she pulled my arm out of the room. "Come here." she said as she pulled the door close. To my relief, no guards are patrolling the hallways of their home. Weird. She pushed me against the wall. "What are you doing here?"

"Who are you?" I hissed.

"It's not important." she shot back, glaring at me. "It's almost midnight. Why were you leaving Baekhyun's room? It's not safe here."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "You know me." I muttered, watching her eyes flicker from this way and that. She looks trouble but I don't know by what particular thing. "Are you Baekhyun's friend?"

She looked away almost immediately. "I work here." she said, her voice hardening with a certain firmness. "Where do you plan to go? Baekhyun would be shocked if he wakes up without you beside him."

"Nowhere." I muttered, still studying her. She looks uncomfortable in front of me but she's not shouting for help right now. Why is that? Is she expecting me? I glanced at the hallways and I could hear no footsteps of guards closing in on us.

"You're here again." she finally said before crossing her arms over her chest. She gave me a stern look. "Tell me, Park Chanyeol, where did you plan to go?"

"You know I'm coming here?" I whispered, glaring at her. "So you are Baekhyun's trusted friend."

She slightly nods. "So?" she raised one of her brows. "Investigating?"

With that, I was utterly shocked. "Wait..." I didn't tell Baekhyun anything about me investigating inside their house. How did this woman know? "I didn't ---"

"Let me help you." she said and she's now looking at me seriously like she finally decided something inside her head. "I know where to find evidences." She tilted her head to one side, gesturing to the hallway to my left. It's dark, considering the time, and the lights did a little help about the darkness.

She's creeping me out but I decided to ask a few more questions. "What do you  know?" I muttered, watching her face. She's not giving any emotion away and it's quite frustrating. But then again, she's not screaming for help. Maybe she really is an ally.

"You want to know if Baekhyun's father killed your Mom." she said matter-of-factly and I winced with the mention of my mother. "Baekhyun told me everything about the things you know. I was about to check on him, tell him what I discovered and then you came stepping out of the door, shocking me."

"You discovered something?" I can't help asking. It's my Mother's death that is concerned here and I want to know everything about it. We all know she didn't want to kill herself. I want to give her justice and this is the only way I know how. Her case was closed, the cops aren't helping us anymore.

The brown haired woman gave the tiniest of smiles. "It's this way." she whispered and started walking down the way. I watched her, my legs glued into place. Why do I feel like walking down the dark now? Why do I feel uneasy?

"What did you see?" I called and she whipped her head back, eyes hooded.

"All the documents you need." she answered but when I didn't move an inch, she lowered her voice, looking intently to my eyes. "Do you really want to know the truth, Park Chanyeol? Or you want to bury the past untouched?" she gave me another long look before walking down the hallway, the carpet hiding her silent footsteps.

It's my Mother. I would do anything for her.

"Wait." I called and I followed her after giving Baekhyun's door one last look.

We arrived in front of a large door, carved with figures I don't recognize. I looked at the woman beside me and she's shifting on her feet with unease.

"Where are we?" I asked her.

"The Head Master's study." she muttered. "They're away for a trip for now." She held out a hand to the door. "Go ahead."

I didn't think twice as I grabbed the giant handle, pushing the heavy doors open. The room is dark with a tinge of whiskey and cigarette. I could feel the cold air, washing through me and when the giant door closed and locked behind me, I guess there's no going back now.

I didn't think twice.

And I hope I did.

Baekhyun's father is sitting on his giant office chair, smoking on his pipe. He's smirking, watching me with a hooded pair of eyes that seems to judge me as I stood there, shaking in anger and fright. "My son would be quite disappointed for two things," he started as he puffed some smoke. "First, he fell in love with a stupid piece of trash like you. And second, he'll wake up without the love of his life beside him."

I couldn't even find my voice.

I walked into my own death, this I know.

"Any last words, Park Chanyeol?" he whispered and he's almost grinning.

"You killed my Mom." I choked and a flood of anger suddenly dawned on me, making my arms shake and my fingers clench. Thoughts of Baekhyun slowly left my mind to be replaced by my Mother whom I barely knew but loved. I know she loved me and my sister. I know she loved our Dad.

Head Master Byun slowly nodded his head. "Course I did, course I did." he mused. "But you can't blame me!" he held out his arms as if in surrender. "She was too intelligent! She knew me so well, studied me and my company too well!"

Based on the documents my Mother kept, I know this old man is telling me the truth. My Mother knew every single thing about the Byun's company. They are selling illegal drugs and transporting them to other countries. Noona was right.

"You're a monster." I hissed at him.

"And you're good as dead." he sighed, shaking his head as if in sympathy. "Glad I have Miss Kim to watch over you and Baekhyun. I couldn't have done this without her. But hey, I could have killed her aging Mom instead, right?" then he laughed and I want to choke him to death.

I took one daring step towards him. "Then kill me." I sneered, giving him the deadliest glare I could muster. Like he said, I am good as dead. Might as well treat my own death with as much dignity as I could give.

Baekhyun's father shook his head. "Not now, dear boy," he said thoughtfully. "Do you know what I have in mind?" He raised his brows at me and I looked away, not wanting to hear anything.

When I didn't answer, he heaved a sigh.

"Let's just say, Baekhyun would realize you left him and you'll never come back for him again. How's that sound?" he beamed as he played his pipe between his fingers. "And I'll let you watch his wedding with Oh Sehun? Or their honeymoon?"

I could already feel the hole starting to build up in my chest.

No. Not Baekhyun. Not him.

"I will kill your heart, Park Chanyeol. Until you'll beg me for nothing but your own death."

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