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Kris slipped off his car, L.joe smiling to him inside a known restaurant.

"Hyung." He smiled, bowing. Kris gave him a slight nod and motioned him to take his seat.

"I don't want to hurt you, Byunghyun. But i believe this si the right thing." He started, looking directly at L.joe. L.joe flinched, but nodded, urging him to continue.

"It's about your girlfriend." 

It was a quarter hour drive from Gangnam to that café, so you decided to take off earlier. Leaning your head carefully on the car’s window, thoughts filled your mind.

*What can Yura’s problem be? Is Byunghyun Oppa cheating on her? Nah. That can’t be. He changed.* You argued with yourself, making different faces.

“Are you okay, Young Miss?” The assigned driver asked, looking over the mirror.

You assured him by wearing your good smile. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

Baekhyun. After being called by his Dad for some business in the company, rushed out to the streets of Seoul. He parked his car out of Café demitasse, small beads of sweat trickling on his forehead.

“Yura.” He breathed out, seeing Yura sitting alone on the corner.

Yura looked up and smiled innocently. “You came, Oppa.”

“I told you, just ten minutes of your matters.” He said, anger rising inside him.

Yura pursed her lips, sighing in defeat. “I tell you Oppa, if you would stay longer, it would be for your benefit.”

“Just spit it out, Yura. Whatever you wanted to tell me.”

She carelessly sat back, crossing her legs. “I—“

Baekhyun cut her off. “Before that, I want to tell you something too.”

Yura smirked, looking directly at Baekhyun’s orbs. “Don’t you dare hurt anyone, Yura. Don’t.”

He was baffled seeing Yura laugh at what she said. “I’m not a criminal, Baekhyun Oppa. I’m a well-off citizen, and I don’t waste my time with planning crimes, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She stood up, Baekhyun’s cheek with her slended fingers, and pulling him to sit with her. Baekhyun resisted, he stood firm in his place.

“I have no time for your games. What do you want?” He seethed, his knuckles turning white. Yura shrugged, acting disappointed with his lack of cooperation. She carefully s her hands around his waist and pulled him into a tight embrace. Baekhyun tensed, he didn’t respond, and he tried to squirm out of her grasp.

“I won’t tell you if you’re acting like this.” She whispered harshly, giving Baekhyun no choice. All he wanted was to get away from Yura, and the only way was to follow what she wants. He hesitantly placed his hands on her back.

“Good Oppa.” She beamed, leaning on his shoulder.

“Just tell me now, Yura. Don’t play.” He muttered, annoyed.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with glee. Her plan was working. “If I can’t be happy with you… then you won’t be happy with any one else.” She whispered ever so gently, each word sending fear on Baekhyun’s side.  Baekhyun was about to pull away, his anger on the verge of bursting. But instead, he got taken aback with what Yura did.

Yura pulled away, more like he pushed Baekhyun away, shoving him by his chest.

“Go away, Oppa!” She cried.

Baekhyun clenched his jaw. “What the hell are you doing? Don’t hurt anyone, Don’t—“

“Just go away! Let’s stop this!” She cried, pushing Baekhyun. Other customers were looking at the scene, murmuring different things. Baekhyun looked at Yura with hard eyes one last time before he stalked off with anger threatening to explode. He slipped in his car, and drove off, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel with such force.

Yura made sure that Baekhyun was gone, and she smirked evilly. She carefully approached the person on the other end and sat beside him.

“Did you get the video clip?” She asked, cautious.

The man nodded. “Yes. Just the way you wanted it, Miss Yura.”

“Good.” She smiled victoriously. “Now go and send this to the address i gave you."

After a while, you arrived at the café, stretching your neck to where Yura was seated. Lucky enough, you saw her seated at the café’s corner couches, her face melancholic.

“Yura!” You beamed upon reaching her. She smiled weakly and pulled you to a hug. Unsure, you gently patted her back. “Y..You can tell me anything.” You pulled away and showed her an encouraging smiled. She mouthed a thank you.

“Well, I just want to tell you some things…” She trailed off, her eyes landing at her bag. Reluctantly, she pulled several colored envelopes out her bag and grasped it with something in her eyes. You, confused, looked at the envelopes with questions on your mind.

“These… came from a guy.” She explained. You nodded, waiting for more explanation. She sipped water for a while and looked at you, her eyes on the verge of crying. “A guy who has been obsessed with me for a while now.”

“Obsessed?” You echoed.

She nodded weakly. “Love is different from obsession. Or maybe he loves me so much, that It may have turned to obsession.”

“Since when did he start sending letters?” You asked.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment. “Since my last year in high school. These are the recent ones. He’s going overboard, Hee. He visits my house often and talks to my mom and stuff, but I don’t feel anything for him. I love L.joe.”

“Why don’t you tell him?”

“I… met him two day ago.” She added, a tear escaping her eye.

You searched her eyes, and all you could see was sadness and grief. You could truly see she was troubled. “Did… did he say anything?”

“Actually, we met a while ago. He said he won’t make me happy. He would make my life miserable, Hee.” She sobbed, her tears already staining her satin dress. You quickly sat beside her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

“Who is he?” You asked, feeling anger towards the guy too. Seeing Yura so down made you feel bad.

She looked up at you as her lips trembled.

“Someone you would never expect.” She whispered, her voice shaking as she spoke.

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