Baekhyun and Chanyeol were at the club, waiting for someone to arrive. Chanyeol turned to look at a tall and pale girl, a drink in her hand. She smiled softly at Baekhyun, handing him a drink.

"Oppa!" She said

Chanyeol stared at her, noticing the soft smile, dark hair and shining eyes. His heart began to race as she turned to look at him, her eyes instantly dulling and hardening. Chanyeol resisted the urge to touch her, confused about the way he felt.

'It's her'

Chanyeol waited for her to introduce herself, watching as she got scolded by Baekhyun. Chanyeol couldn't help but smile at her soft voice, cold and stiff.

Chanyeol smiled softly, staring into her eyes. He felt his heart flutter, his pulse and breathing going faster. Chanyeol understood what they meant about love at first sight.

'Song Na Ri'

'Beautiful yet cold.'

'A true princess.'

He watched as you smiled at Baekhyun, your eyes shining. Chanyeol felt his heart stop, noticing the way you looked at him. A cold girl who suddenly became soft. A girl whose smile was only meant for one person.

He turned to look at Baekhyun, watching as he smiled back. Chanyeol stared wide eyed, watching you go towards the piano, your hands fluttering over the piano keys.

"She seems sad." Chanyeol said, looking at Baekhyun

"Yeah, but that's how she is." Baekhyun said, shrugging

"I wonder why." Chanyeol said, chuckling

"What do you mean?" Baekhyun asked, turning to look at Chanyeol

"I think you know." Chanyeol said, before walking towards the stage

"Oppa?" You whispered, opening your eyes

You looked around the room, confused as to where you were. You sat up and tears began to fall as you realized where you were and what had happened. You felt someone grab your arm and you looked down, your eyes wide.

"Are you okay?" Chanyeol asked, sitting up

"I'm fine." You said, ignoring your tears

"I'm sorry." Chanyeol said, sighing

"He left. Oppa left." You said, tears falling

"I know. I saw him." Chanyeol said, nodding his head

"Why? Why did he leave me?" You asked, sobbing

"I don't know. He didn't say anything at all." Chanyeol said, shaking his head

"I need to find him." You said, standing up

You ran towards the door before being pulled back. Chanyeol held you in his arms as you struggled, your tears pouring. You fell to the floor and leaned into his chest, giving up.

"He left. It's no use." Chanyeol whispered, holding you

"I can still try. I can find him." You begged, looking up

"He made me promise something." Chanyeol said, looking at you

"What is it?" You asked, wide eyed

"To take care of you. I made a promise." Chanyeol said, sighing

"He said that?" You asked, holding back tears

"Yeah.......and I plan to keep that promise." Chanyeol said, smiling

"Oppa, you can't. You can't." You said, shaking your head

"I will. I know. I understand." Chanyeol said, brushing your hair back

"What do you mean?" You asked, confused

"You used me. Didn't you?" Chanyeol asked, looking at you

"Oppa............" You said, your eyes wide in shock

"I was angry. I was so mad. I knew way before I confessed. But I understood. Somehow." Chanyeol said, chuckling

"I'm sorry." You said, gasping

"Don't be. I understand why you did it." Chanyeol said, softly smiling

"I'm a bad person. I don't deserve to be forgiven." You said, crying

"I had hoped that what you were feeling was sincere. That you felt the same way as I did. I thought I would be able to win but I lost from the moment I met you." Chanyeol said, smiling

"I tried my best. I swear." You said, looking away

"Even then I was still going to lose." Chanyeol said, chuckling

"I love him. I've always loved him." You said, looking at Chanyeol

"I knew that. I always knew. I was too stupid to stop myself. At least..........at least I did my best. Right?" Chanyeol asked, looking at you

"You almost had me. But his hold on me is too big." You said, wiping away your tears

"When I was younger, I would get presents, so big that I couldn't believe it. But in the end, something bad would always happen. I would get so sad, depressed. But when I met you, I was so happy. I thought to myself, 'Wow! I finally found the present I have always wanted. A true and perfect gift.' In the end, something terrible happened. I ended up losing it. But the funny thing is that I'm not sad anymore. I'm okay with it." Chanyeol said, looking at you

'I tried following that man’s way of laughing. I tried seeing the world through that man’s eyes. I tried thinking with that man’s feelings. To that man, love is seeing with both people’s eyes and feeling with both hearts, seeing the world more deeply. But it wasn't his love I wanted. It wasn't the love I needed. I wanted Baekhyun's love. But I would never get it.'

"If only I had met you first." You said, smiling

"I still would have lost." Chanyeol said, laughing

"Will you leave me too?" You asked, staring at him

"No. I made a promise. I'll be your family from now on." Chanyeol said, kissing you on the forehead

"That's too much to ask." You said, tears in your eyes

"Even if it kills me, even if it hurts, I want to stay by your side. I want to leave when I'm ready." Chanyeol said, tears falling

"I guess I made you wait too long." You said, crying

"Yeah, that's really rude of you." Chanyeol said, laughing

"Oppa, I want to leave too." You said, looking up

"What do you mean?" Chanyeol asked, confused

"I want to run away too." You said, smiling softly

"Where do you want to go?" Chanyeol asked, looking at you

"Anywhere but here." You said, closing your eyes

You stared at your apartment, a suitcase in your hand. Chanyeol stood beside you, his guitar case and his backpack slung over his shoulders. You turned around and walked away, hearing Chanyeol close the door behind you.

"Are you sure?" Chanyeol asked again, his voice soft

'Because. I would make sure no would be able to find me'

"Yeah. I'm sure." You said, nodding your head

You walked out of the building and out onto the street, grabbing a cab. You entered first, Chanyeol slipping in besides you. You turned your head to face the window, the city passing by.

'People aren’t machines or toys built in factories, we’re special and complicated. Our uses, the colors of our hearts, our scents, or weaknesses hurt even when something grazes it—everyone is different. One must look for a long while just to make out their outlines. That’s why that woman doesn’t believe in fateful loves. She didn’t believe............not anymore.'

A/N: Last update for today. Sigh............I'm sad now. Leave a comment, VOTE UP and well........you know what to do. Forgive author-nim as she goes to bed and cries herself to sleep.