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B Y U N   B A E K H Y U N

I gasped when Chanyeol stumbled backward. Without thinking, i ran to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him to my back. 

"YIFAN STOP THIS!" I shouted when Yifan advanced on us.

"What now?!" Yifan shouted at Chanyeol as he tried to pull him behind me. "What did you do to him?!"

Chanyeol tried to move pass me but i turned and pushed him by the chest, away from Yifan. "I didn't do anything!" Chanyeol shouted. "I'm not trying to harm him!" 

"You wanted to kill Baekhyun?!" he growled. Taehyung and Jungkook are already pulling Yifan away from us. "You wanted to kill him?!"

"Yifan! STOP IT!" i growled as i glared at him. "STOP IT, OKAY?! CHANYEOL DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO ME!" 

Finally, Yifan looked down at me, his eyes full of fury.

"Baek---"

"STOP IT!" i shouted at him and i'm breathing fast because of anger. "He didn't do anything, okay?! I'm fine! Let's... Let's just go." i exhaled a troubled breath and turned to glance up at Chanyeol. He's looking down at me, his eyes unreadable. 

"Let's go." Taehyung said in a calmer voice.

I bit my lip and sighed. Chanyeol is still holding my gaze. "I'm sor---"

"Baekhyun!" Yifan hissed as he grabbed my arm. "Don't you dare apologize!" He gave Chanyeol another hateful glance before tugging my arm. "Let's go!"

I frowned. What did he say?

"But---"

Taehyung touched my arm. "Let's go, hyung." he muttered, eyeing Chanyeol and Jungkook with such knowing i don't know what i'm missing.

What's up with them anyway?!

Yifan took a step towards Chanyeol. That's the first time i noticed how tall Chanyeol is. I grabbed Yifan's arm but he brushed me off.

"We're not yet finished." he sneered. "Keep your hands off my cousin."

Chanyeol's eyes flickered to mine. They went wide and there's something in them i can't understand.

Is that fear? Pain? Surprise? Regret?

Without waiting for an answer, Yifan pulled my arm and dragged me to our car. All the boxes they were carrying are totally forgotten. Taehyung stayed close beside me.

Then i looked back, my eyes darting back to Chanyeol.

He's watching me with a frown. Then he looked down.

I guess he's hurt. But about what?

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J E O N   J U N G K O O K

Chanyeol slammed his hand on the steering wheel and i flinched. He's hissing under his breath, cursing Yifan in all the languages he knows. I watched him with a frown and he's glaring at the road as if it being a road is insulting him. 

"I could drive." i muttered. 

Chanyeol shook his head and went pass a red Volvo. I peeked through the dashboard and we're going 100km per hour. I gritted my teeth in annoyance. 

"Chanyeol, just because you didn't get to hit Yifan, you can already drive like a maniac." i said between my teeth. "It's not the end of the world. Plus! I don't want to go to jail." 

Chanyeol glared at me but he slowed the car to 80. His jaw is still tensed so i guess he's really mad about getting hit on the face. The bruise Yifan made is slowly appearing. 

I settled on my seat and gaze down at the road. "I saw that Baekhyun guy at the records section." i said. "He's so small he looks like--"

SCREEECCHHH!!!

The car went to a sudden halt at the side of the road and i am actually worshiping the inventor of seat belts right now. It took me a moment to catch my breath and when i glanced at Chanyeol, he's breathing hard as he rested his head on the backrest of his seat. His eyes closed and his mouth, slightly open. 

"WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK PARK CHANYEOL!" i growled at him. "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!" 

Chanyeol isn't even listening. He opened his eyes and i was surprised that they're not angry anymore. They are more like sad and disappointed. He glanced down at the road and we're a few meters from a house i surely know. It's big with gold engravings and details. 

I glanced at the Byun mansion. Then back at Chanyeol. 

He's staring at the place with such longing i can't believe my eyes. 

And that's when it hit me. 

"You..." i gasped. "HOLY F*CK, CHANYEOL!" I grabbed my hair and tugged on it. I released myself from the seat belt and grabbed Chanyeol by the collar so he could look at me. He didn't meet my eyes and he continued to look down. 

I tugged on his collar. "Look at me!" i hissed. "You like him, don't you?! You like that Baekhyun guy!" 

Chanyeol still isn't meeting my eyes. 

"Park Chanyeol!" I shouted. "Goddammit, Chanyeol! Do you like Baekhyun?!" 

He grabbed my arm and tried to pull free from my grip. "Let go, Jungkook." he muttered. "I'm not explaining anything to you." 

I groaned and just grabbed harder. "Chanyeol, you f*cking answer me." i hissed. 

He looked up at me and glared. "I do." he muttered. "And i don't know how that f*cking thing happened but i like him! I like him and goddammit because he's a Byun!" he shouted and tugged hard on my hand, i finally let go of him. 

He sighed and went on staring down at the road. 

"F*ck." i cursed under my breath. "You're dead. You're f*cking dead." 

Chanyeol surprised me by grinning. "I know." 

I rolled my eyes. "And what's so funny?!" i hissed at him. "You're the effin heir to the head of the throne, Chanyeol! You can't fall for a Byun! Your father will kill you!" 

Chanyeol's eyes darted to mine. He stared at me and smirked. 

"And you think i wouldn't know?" he hissed. 

I frowned at him. "What?!" 

"That you like Kim Taehyung?" he said. "His mother is a Byun. He's Yifan's cousin. You think you can hide anything from me, Jungkook?" 

I glared at him harder. "T-that's not the problem." i sneered but i can already feel the heat on my face. Dammit. Why does he even have to mention Taehyung in the middle of this conversation?!

Chanyeol sighed and he grabbed the wheel, tapping his finger on it. "It's a problem, too." he quietly said. "We're expected to marry anyone our parents would want us to."

I didn't say anything because he's right. And we're sure that right now, President David Park and his wife, Cynthia, are already screening the sons and daughters of their business partners, looking for someone that would fit my cousin. 

"I thought... for that moment that i finally found the one." Chanyeol suddenly whispered as he stared into nothingness. His eyes softened until they turn really sad. I know that whatever i'll tell him now wouldn't make him feel any better. 

And he's right. I like Kim Taehyung. A lot. 

I know how he feels right now. 

Chanyeol groaned and he slammed his hand on the wheel again. "Why does he have to be a Byun, huh?!" he shouted to no one in particular. "And why does he have to be so pretty, and slender, and beautiful, and gorgeous and everything?! And why does he even have that kind of voice?!" I winced as he continued to massacre the steering wheel. 

I looked back at the Byun mansion as Chanyeol sulked on his seat. He's staring down at his hands, probably remembering how he helped Baekhyun to his feet. 

Suddenly, two maids went out of the gates, each of them holding a black bag full of white envelops. I squinted as one of them went to a nearby house, slipping the envelop into a slit on the gate. But the mail box seemed to be full because the envelop didn't go all the way. After that, the two maids went on distributing those envelops into different houses. 

As soon as the maids are out of sight, I immediately went out of the car. Chanyeol is calling my name but i ignored him. I ran to the house with the full mail box and grabbed the end of the white envelop, pulling it free. 

It's an invitation. For a party. 

I felt a smirk slowly forming on my face as i slipped the envelop in the back pocket of my jeans. I looked back at Chanyeol and he's watching me with wide eyes. 

Time to help my cousin, i guess. 

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B Y U N   B A E K H Y U N

Our house stood on a hill and behind it is a forest. When we were younger, my cousins and i used to play hide and seek in there. It's dark and creepy. But we like it. We like that no one can see us and our parents wouldn't know where we are. We even talked to a guard to build us a tree house in the middle of the forest. 

I know it's still in there. But we stopped visiting it the day i went to China. 

My room has a balcony that overlooks the forest. And right now, i watched the sky gets dark as i sat on one of my reading chairs, a Shakespeare book in my hand. 

I'm supposed to finish the book tonight but Chanyeol keeps on running in my mind. 

Yifan was so angry at him, i wonder what he did wrong. When i asked Yifan about him, he shut me out with a sneer and i was so taken aback with his fury i tried not crying on our way home. I really feel like something's up between them. Maybe i could ask Taehyung instead. 

I stared at the book on my hand and remembered the foreign feeling that rushed through me when Chanyeol held my hand. It was pleasant. But it made me feel afraid, too. It felt wrong and right at the same time. 

And he's wonderful. He's really wonderful. 

I felt my lips curl into a smile as i remembered his face, gazing down at me with his brown orbs. I never met someone as beautiful as him. 

I am still smiling to myself like an idiot and I didn't even notice Kim Taeyeon, one of my mother's secretaries, as she stepped inside my room, looking at me through the glass sliding door of the balcony. 

When i sensed her, i closed the book and opened the glass door for her. She gave me a kind smile before she pulled an envelop behind her. It took me one glance before i knew what that is. 

"Am... am i getting married?" i asked, just to be sure. 

Taeyeon smiled. "No. Not yet, i suppose." she grinned. "It's a masquerade party. A welcome party for you. You mother planned it." 

I sighed as i took the envelop from her. "I thought it'll be an engagement party." i muttered under my breath. "Mother loves surprising me the wrong way." 

Taeyeon smiled. "I know." she agreed. "But i guess... the engagement will be coming next." she added in a small voice. She knows i hate these kind of planned stuffs. She knows how i hate being the heir to the head of the house. She knows because she's like my human diary. She's the only person who understands. 

I frowned at her. "What... what do you mean?" 

Taeyeon glanced behind her and i followed her gaze. And just in time, a guy, so tall and white stepped inside my room. He has jet black hair and small eyes that look at me so intensely i feel uncomfortable already. 

"Byun Baekhyun." The man said, his voice laced with something i can't decipher.

I slowly shook my head as i stared at him in disbelief. 

I can't believe this. This can't be happening. 

Why now? 

Taeyeon cleared his throat and she gestured to the new guy.

"Baekhyun, this is Oh Sehun. And he'll be your fiance." 

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As promised, i'll just plug a story by fearlessxvirus. It's a ChanBaek fic entitled "I'm Sorry". Please do click the external link for the story. :)))

Thank you for reading! MUA! Godbless everyone!