Author's P.O.V   "W-what?" you looked at them blinking rapidly, with angry eyes, since they were listening to your conversation.   "Of course we will help our bestfriend! Right?!" Kim clinged on you and looked at Hye and Sungyeol who nodded with smiles from ear to ear. You shook your head and yanked away from Kim, stepping backwards. Aish. This is wrong.   "No. This...you can't. What were gonna do is wrong." they frowned at you. "I just can't steal Chanyeol away, guys. He will be married in December. And I still have to finish organizing this wedding. And you, oppa, you have to make a decision what cake are you going to bake and how many. Now all of you..." you opened the door of your bedroom. "...all of you should go home now...I guess. Thanks for coming."   "Wait. Bae Ran-ah-"   "Please?" their shulders deflated as they bid you goodbye. They went downstairs and told the others to go, with Dongwoo. You let your brother go to the kitchen to get the cake from the oven as you closed the door and slumped on your desk chair. "What did I just do?" you rubbed your face and toom out the notes.   Flip, flip, flip...   "Aish. I didn't even finish half of it." you rubbed the back of your head and took your ballpen.   Bride: Shin Yeojin Groom: Park Chanyeol   Flower Girls: Kim Shin Ah                        Song Jaimie                        Kang Dambi                        Kwang Hani                        Jung Yuri   "Blah, blah, blah. This is tiresome!" you bumped your head on the table, until the door opened slightly without a sound. You thought it was your brother and cared less, closing your eyes.   "Yah. What the hell did you just talked about a while ago?" you were shocked when you heard the voice, as you turned around from your chair and saw Chanyeol standing there, his hand still not letting go of the knob, looking at you with a hurt expression.   "H-huh? What are you talking about?"   "I heard your conversation with your brother from his room and the other conversation with Lu Han-hyung and your friends." you gulped and looked at the table, continuing the invitations and the motif of the wedding. "Don't continue that one. It's not even needed."   "Shut up and don't talk to me, Chanyeol. I told all of you to go home. Why are you still here? Even Dongwoo-oppa, I told him to go home." your grip on your ballpen tightened. You slammed it on your table and looked at Chanyeol with angry eyes. "And who the hell are you to tell me to not continue this? Huh?"   He stood there staring at you, not saying a word. He rubbed his face and rolled his eyes at you.   "What? Are you just gonna stand there and look at me finish this one?" you showed him the thing you were working on and rolled your eyes also, continuing once more. "And FYI, you're not the one who have to tell me what you want. Why don't you ask your fiance about it?"   "Stop it." he gritted his teeth.   "If you don't need anthing or you're finished in this house, might as well go home and talk to your fian-"   He took your wrist, the pen on the floor as it rolled under your bed. Chanyeol stared at you with angry and annoyed eyes, while you just