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I guess it's time to meet the ''in-betweeners'' in this story. ;) Enjoy!

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B Y U N   B A E K H Y U N

Oh Sehun is a tall young man with an alabaster skin, i could see his veins whenever he flexes his arm. He has this certain thing with his eyes that makes him look like they're boring into you whenever he's looking. I feel uncomfortable under his gaze. He's looking at me like i am an expensive car he's speculating before handing off the money.

He looks at me like I'm a thing for sale.

I shifted on my seat, still feeling his gaze on my face as i took a sip from my tea. We're currently sitting on the living room set inside my room. My mother insisted on giving us this stupid kind of privacy.

"You really can't remember me, can you?" Sehun suddenly said.

I looked up at him. "Uh..." then i shook my head.

Sehun smiled and he licked his lower lip in the process. "We were too young then, i guess." he started as he watched my hand pour tea to my cup. "But why can i remember you, Baekhyun?" he asked as he frowns.

I gave a small laugh. "I don't know." i said. "Maybe you have better memory than i do."

Sehun grinned. "Or maybe not." he said. Then he looked at me again and his eyes are so intense. "Maybe i just won't forget seeing someone this beautiful."

My eyes went slightly wide and i just looked away. How could he say those things so casually? Is he doing this because my mother told him to? Is he playing along with her? Is he even enjoying himself?

I laughed nervously though i tried to hide it. "We were... 5 years old?" i said, unsure. "You might have hit your head." i joked.

Sehun laughed. "Yes. We were five years old when our parents decided on our marriage." he said. "They introduced us to each other and you were very pretty then."

There. He's doing it again. I tried not to glare at him.

"I told you... you might have hit your head." i repeated with a small smile.

Sehun smiled but he's still studying my face. I tried concentrating on the muffin i have in my hand though i don't have any plan on eating it. It's just something i could do. I don't want to look at him and meet his eyes.

I don't want to marry him. I don't want what my parents are doing to me.

Whenever i stare into his eyes, what i can see is me, being sold. It's pathetic. And disgusting.

Suddenly, i heard Sehun sigh and when i glanced at him again, he's not smiling anymore. His face is serious though his eyes remained kind. "You don't like me, do you?" he asked and i don't think he needs my answer.

I looked down.

"I have the feeling... that you like someone else, Byun Baekhyun." he said quietly. And i don't want to reply on that part either. I don't know what to say for now.

"Speak up." he muttered.

I sighed and looked at him. "Why are you here?" i asked. And i know it's a stupid question.

"To meet you." he answered, though.

I placed the cup over the table. I don't like to pretend like i enjoy this tea ceremony with him. I don't want him here as my fiance. I don't want this.

I gritted my teeth. "I'm not the heir." i whispered. "This marriage could wait, couldn't it?"

"Baekhyun, our parents had an agreement. Our families, especially yours, don't back down from an agreement." he explained calmly. "We all have a name to protect. Properties to manage and expand."

I frowned and glared at the floor instead. "I'm being sold." i hissed. "I always feel like a sacrificial lamb. I'm always exchanged for something."

"We all are." Sehun sighed. "But we're different."

This time, i glanced up at him curiously. "How could you say that? You're being forced into his marriage." i said and the frustration is evident on my voice.

Sehun looked down then he pursed his lips. "I was supposed to marry a young girl from UK." he said quietly. "But... I don't like her."

I gasped and that's when it hit me.

"Y-you... you requested this?! You wanted me?!" i breathed in pure disbelief. I could already feel the tears in my eyes as i realized that the one, sitting in front of me, triggered that years-old agreement and now here i am, forced again into something i don't want.

Oh Sehun didn't say anything.

"H-how could you?" i whispered and blinked the tears away. "I don't want this, Sehun!"

He looked at me, his eyes serious. "And I want you." he said firmly. "Your family needs us. And i want you Baek."

I massaged my temple and tried not to cry. "You're... selfish." i murmured. "You're so selfish, Oh Sehun." And it's all i can do not to breakdown in front of him. I don't want him putting his arm around me this time. I hate him right now.

"I am." he admitted and there's no hint of embarrassment in his voice. "For too long, i've waited, Baekhyun. And now i was given the chance to finally have you. Do you think i would let it go?"

I glared up at him. "I don't love you." i hissed at him.

He slowly smirked. "I know." he muttered. "But i'll make you."

I clenched my fist. "After this?! Do you think i would even like you after what you've done?!" i tried my best not to drive him out of my room. I don't want to make a scene. I don't want to explain anything to anyone outside.

Oh Sehun smiled triumphantly at me. "After our marriage... there's nowhere to run."

P A R K   C H A N Y E O L

I opened the envelop again for the nth time today as i lie on my bed. It's very simple yet the paper used seems to be very expensive. I pulled out the invitation inside and read again what's written on it.

It's for a ball. A welcome ball to be exact.

And it's for their only son, Byun Baekhyun.

I unconsciously traced Baekhyun's name with my thumb, still remembering his face and his eyes. He looked like an angel back there even with his pained and irritated expression. And his skin feels like velvet i wonder how soft his cheeks could get.

I wonder about seeing him again.

There was a loud knock on the door and i immediately pushed the invitation under my blanket. I cleared my throat and called for the person to come in as i sit up. And it's my sister-slash-my-number-1 supporter who came to see me. Park Sandara.

I rolled my eyes at her. "What do you want?" i asked, irritated.

She jumped on my bed and smacked me with the folder she's holding. "You call me 'Noona', you dumbass!" she scolded. And when i rolled my eyes, she smacked me again with whatever she's holding.

"NOONA!" i groaned when she kept on hurting me. "Geez. You're a sadist." i mumbled as i tried to brush the pain away with my hand. She then smiled in victory and sat back.

"Well, i am here to give you this." she said and handed me the now-crumbled-folder she was holding. I took it from her with a frown and the first page alone tells me everything about what it contains.

I didn't even bother flipping to the next page. "I'm not interested." i muttered. "She's pretty, yes. But no. Noona, you know i hate this." I pushed the folder back to her and she took it with a sigh.

"She's Seo Ju-hyun and her parents are casino buddies of our parents." she explained though i told her i am not interested. "I think i met her before, when i was out with Ji-yong. I think she's nice. Ji-yong knows her." she frowned, trying to remember the event, i guess.

"I don't care." i said. "And Noona, she's a girl."

My sister glared at me. "Chanyeol, your sexuality is our secret, right?! You can't tell Mom and Dad that you're a bi. They'll freak out!"

I glared back at her. "I don't care." i muttered. "Freak out all they want."

She smacked me again with her folder. "You sound like you like someone already!" she demanded.

I smirked at her.

"Oh. My. Gosh." my sister gasped. Then she crawled closer to me and she grabbed my arm. "Tell me about it. Tell me about it!" she squealed and she's already giggling like a teenager.

I groaned and pretended to yawn. "I'm tired, Noona." i murmured. "I guess i'll sleep for now." then i closed my eyes but she's smacking me again! I have a sadist for a sister, thank you very much.

"Is he pretty? Is he nice? Does he smile a lot? Does he sing? Does he look like an angel? Does he sound like one? Is he the one, Chanyeol?" Was my sister's questions. She's giggling and i am laughing with her. I don't know how to answer all her questions because they would just go on.

I can see Baekhyun, his image flashing in my mind.

The way he looks up at me through his lashes. That shy smile and cautious eyes. Those flushed cheeks and flawless neck. Those pink gorgeous lips.

I bit my lip and my smile slowly disappeared.

I looked up at my sister. She noticed my face and her own excitement evaporated.

"He's perfect." i whispered. "And he's a Byun."

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