You were sitting in the living room, watching t.v without the inconvenience of your father when there was a knock at your door. This seriously surprised you since your father's colleagues wouldn't come visit at the house and you didn't have any friends that would see you either.

You went to open it regardless, and almost died at the sight in front of you. Exo-K was standing in the doorway, Chanyeol in front of them all. He was no longer covered in bubble tea but he still looked pissed off. The only reason you didn't slam the door in his face was because the others were there and you had nothing against them.

"What." You said rudely at Chanyeol. He scoffed and narrowed his eyes at you. "Don't mind him noona, he's just sour because he got what he deserved for being mean to you." Sehun said with a smile. 

"No, you should mind me. I asked manager hyung where you lived so I could get an apology for you getting bubble tea all over me." He said curtly. Now it was your turn to narrow your eyes. "Listen, you'll get nothing of the sort from me so go now. I'm sorry to the rest of you, but you really can't be here. I'm not supposed to have guests over." 

"But noona, wae? You live in such a big house." Kai asked, but your attention was already captured by the sound of a car engine cutting off. You looked past Chanyeol and sure enough, there was your father, getting out of the car. The others turned to look too, except Chanyeol. His attention was on you, and the horror-struck expression you had on your face.

"Sun Yee, who are these boys?" Your father asked as soon as he came up the steps. "O-oh, annyeong abeoji. This is Exo-K, an idol group that I work for." You said nervously, already scared out of your wits. "Is that true?" He asked Suho. He nodded. 

"Well, if they have no business ask them to leave please. I don't understand why a group of idols like you would want to be around Sun Yee more than you had to anyways." He grumbled before pushing past you to get inside, making you wince. He made it look totally subtle, but it hurt like hell.

You forced a smile and rubbed your arm casually as if nothing was wrong. "I'm sorry guys, but you have to go now. I have to make my father something to eat before he gets impatient. Oh and Chanyeol, mianhae for the whole bubble tea thing. It was a shameful thing for me to do." With that you closed the door in their faces, your apology shocking everyone including Chanyeol. 

However instead of a look of satisfaction, he furrowed his eyebrows together in worry as he followed the boys down the steps.*It's probably nothing. Lots of girls can't stand their fathers...Why do I even care?* He thought, trying to wave his worry away.

As soon as the boys were out of sight your father came into the hallway and punched you square in the jaw, knocking your only other good pair of glasses off your face and causing you to fall to the ground. Again, mercilessly he kicked you. "No boys are interested in you, huh? You dirty little . How the hell can you lie straight to my face and then have six boys come into the house?!" He screamed.

You weren't able to say anything, all you could do was whimper defenslessly. The kicking went on for at least five to ten minutes before he was satisfied, then he adjusted his tie and turned to walk out the door again. "I only came back to get some things and I had to waste my time dealing with your stupid . I'm going again, I'll be back in a few days and I swear, if there is another boy here I'll beat you both up." With that, he was gone.

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A couple of hours later, you decided to go to the studio and dance for a bit to blow off some steam. Your bruises only hurt if they were pushed on, so dancing would be okay. You had on leggings this time, another tight tank top and a hoodie overtop. You put your broken glasses on and pulled sweatpants on over your leggings just in case any of the boys were there and saw you. You forgot however, to put makeup on over your black eye. By the time you noticed it you were on the bus, and figured you'd be fine since your hair covered it for now and you'd be alone at the studio.

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You went back to the practice room that you'd used last week. It was empty, thankfully for you. You closed the door and set your stuff down, taking off your glasses, sweat pants and hoodie. You put your hair up into a high ponytail and put your iPod into the speakers, and played "To You" by Teen Top. You absolutely adored this song and the dance that went with it.

A/N: In case you hadn't heard the song or seen the dance, here's the link:     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvsNJsEucKM

Chanyeol decided to go for some late night practice because no matter how hard he convinced himself to wave off the thought, he couldn't stop wondering why you looked so afraid of your father. He figured if he went and danced for a bit he could blow of some steam. But again, he heard music coming from the practice room where 'the girl from the bus' was last week and went over there.

This time he saw you dancing efortlessly to a song by Teen Top. Again he was mesmerized by how you caught every single intricate movement of the song and smiled. His smile faded however, when you lifted your head up he saw the purplish bruise underneath your left eye. He looked at your arms and noticed bruises there too.

Then he thought about something. About earlier today specifically, when the guys pointed out the bruises on your arms. The gears turned in his head and finally clicked. He realized you, Sun Yee their frumpy stylist and the beautiful girl dancing alone in the practice room were the same person. *So the fan from the bus was Sun Yee, huh? But why does she cover herself up and dress so frumpy all the time?* He couldn't help but ask himself. 

He looked at you again and couldn't help but feel the urge to just go and dance with you. Once again, his feet moved without his consent and he walked into the room, closing the door behind him and going up to you as the song changed. 

It was JS&HyunA's 'Trouble Maker'. You turned to change the song, still not noticing Chanyeol but he just grabbed your shoulder. You turned again and your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. He smiled and waved. 

"Dance with me, giraffe." He told you. *Oh, no! He knows it's me. Omo, eottokhae!!!* You shook your head. "I'm not going to do anything mean to you, and I won't tell anyone I saw you here or saw the bruises you got from your father. Just dance with me, please?" He pleaded gently. You blinked a couple times to make sure you were hearing correctly.

Reluctantly, you nodded slowly. Figuring he'd say something mean to you if you didn't. He smiled and restarted the song. "Wait, we're g-gonna dance to this song?" You stammered. He nodded simply.

"B-but the dance to this song is really...physical.." You whispered the last word. Chanyeol just chuckled and pulled you to him, already moving to the music. You went along with it and your bodies moved in sync. Dancing around each other when you needed to, and pushing up on each other when you needed to. Surprisingly, you found yourself having fun after a little while and even hummed along to the song.

You didn't want to admit it you yourself, but you liked dancing with Chanyeol like this. As physical as the dance was, you didn't mind him having his hands all over you. To his own surprise, he was enjoying it too. He liked the feeling of moving together with you, and satisfied that you were smiling, especially since he was the one to make you do it.

           A/N:  Again, here's the link if you haven't seen the dance or heard the song so you know what I'm talking about:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-zRAQmKUkI

Once you'd finished, you stopped the music and turned to Chanyeol, who was already looking at you. "Umm...Chanyeol.." He raised an eyebrow. "How..did you know I got these bruises from my father?" You asked nervously.

"Well, when I was at your house earlier and your dad came back you looked absolutely terrified. When he asked you why we were here you were all nervous and then when you told us to leave, you apologized to me even though just before he arrived, you said I wasn't going to get an apology." He stated. *, was I that obvious?*

"Oh..Arasso. Um, sorry to bug you with the questions but don't you hate me?" You asked, not looking at him. "No. I don't hate you. At least, the real you. The pretty fan from the bus and the dancer I stumbled upon by accident. Why do you dress like that, anyway? All frumpy, I mean." You blinked at him a few times before answering. *Omo, he thinks I'm pretty? Whoa. Be cool Sun Yee, be cool.* 

"I don't want to dress frumpy like this actually, it's just that.." You explained everything to him. About your parent's divorce and your father's trust issues, how he made you look strange and didn't allow you to have friends.

"Why do you stay with him though? You're an adult now, he legally can't stop you from leaving home." You sighed deeply. Before you could answer Chanyeol, your phone rang. Your ringtone was 'History' and Chanyeol smiled. You punched him in the arm and picked up the phone.

"Yoboseyo? -Ne, this is she. .... ... -MWO?! HOSPITAL?! -Omo......Ne, I'll be there soon." You hung up the phone and Chanyeol shook you. "Yah, giraffe. Why are you crying? Who's in the hospital?" You touched your face, just realizing now that tears were streaming down it. 

"My abeoji, he got into a car crash.. He left for a business trip to Busan but because of the crash he never made it. He's been in operation for a while and in recovery. I-I have to go." You quickly pulled on your sweatpants and grabbed your hoodie. As you slipped it on, Chanyeol put the rest of your stuff in your bag and took your hand.

"What are you doing?" You asked, still not used to him being nice to you.

"I'm going with you."

Author's Note

Den, den DAHHH.