If you’re one of those people who were led to believe by books and movies that being dragged by the hand entails the girl suddenly feeling all conscious about the feeling of holding someone’s hands, despite her “protests”, all the while being stared at by a large crowd, then you should know that in my situation, that was not the case. At all.

I mean, sure, there were a lot of staring; but I didn’t suddenly feel my heartbeat quicken, or feel blood rush to my face. I didn’t even protest. Why? Because his grip on my wrist f^ckin hurt, and I was uncomfortable as hell because I had to focus on how to put one foot in front of the other without stumbling all the while trying to keep up with his pace. [I don’t think I’ve said “Ow” and “You’re hurting me” so much in my entire life.] If you’ve ever seen a news clip about cruel humans tying animals to the back of their vehicles and dragging them along as they drive, I guess you could compare it to that. IN OTHER WORDS, IN NO WAY WAS IT ROMANTIC. But tell that to the guys who were jeering at us, and the girls who were apparently skinning me alive with their eyes.

Park Chanyeol finally let go of my wrist when we reached a small empty clearing behind the gym building. Apparently, these brothers share a penchant for unpopulated places.

When he turned to face me, he was glowering. I was prepared for it this time so I didn’t even mind. Instead, I stared back at him in amusement. Why is it that people think he’s the nicest guy when it’s so easy for me to pull at his strings?

“I’ll ask you again.” He narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?”

“Let me see…” I make a show out of rubbing my chin with my fingers, acting as if I was thinking seriously. “I’m the target of your brother’s boredom? The girl who your brother has been following around non-stop? And, last but not least, the girl who is quite curious why a family would bother to hide the existence of a boy named Park Chanshik?”

Honestly? I was expecting him to be at least intimidated by me. I thought I had something on him and his family. Maybe a dark secret of some sort. Yet when I looked at his face, he only seemed to grow more annoyed.

“What? Following around? Is this some sort of joke?”

It was my turn to narrow my eyes (in confusion this time).

“No…?” I replied, starting to sound unsure of myself. Was I, somehow, wrong about all of this?

“And you expect me to believe that you’ve been talking to my brother?”

So he is his brother. The situation puzzled me a lot. Why shouldn’t he believe that I’d been talking to his brother? Still, I racked my mind for any kind of proof that Park Chanshik had been talking to me. I realized I hadn’t even tried to take a picture of him, to show my parents or the police. I was about to give up when I remembered something I’d heard recently.

“He told me you had a mole in your.. uh..” I cleared my throat, feeling my cheeks turn red at the thought of what I was about to say. “inner thigh.” What? It’s the first thing I remembered!

I watched as his eyes widened and his expression changed from one of shock to that of confusion.

“H-h-how do you know that?!” Was he blushing?

“I told you. Chanshik talked to me!” I cried in exasperation. Why couldn’t he just believe me?

“But that’s impossible…” He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself; but I can see he was starting to give me the benefit of the doubt. Still, I couldn’t help but ask.

“Why would it be impossible?”

When Park Chanyeol looked at me then, I found no anger, shock, or confusion in his eyes. Instead, I saw…grief.

“Because he died three years ago.”

A/N: Surprise! I'd been having a writing streak tonight so I decided to upload the second part :D :D.

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