After a long rainy day from the park, the two boys went home. From Baekhyuns face, you could tell he was irritated, his lips displayed a deep frown, his eyebrow’s furrowed, and the heavy breathe that was heard every time Chanyeol tried to say or do something. By his expression, you could tell he was solely annoyed by the giant. He was probably bothered by the fact he waited long and cold at the park just to keep a watch on Chanyeol. Though, seeing a vexed Baekhyun didn’t upset Chanyeol at all; because he knew the only reason Baekhyun stayed and waited was all because he cared. He knew Baekhyun felt that he should’ve given the tall chap a chance.

When they’ve arrived home, Chanyeol headed to his bathroom for a warm bath, while Baekhyun lies back in bed, holding the precious phone of his.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes up, debating whether he should start to work on his assignment or not. It only took him seconds when he dropped his phone on his stomach and rolled to his side; deciding he will complete the assignments some other time, and just go to sleep. He flutters his eyes shut as he enters his mind full of thoughts and wonders. The chap starts to ask himself why he stayed at the park for the Giant for so long; was it because he felt bad for treating him badly? Or was it because he felt pity knowing the fact that Chanyeol wasn’t able to see? He just shrugs it off; maybe he stayed because he didn’t know the time and he couldn’t careless how long he stayed or not.

Baekhyun is one that hated to admit things; he was and is in denial, a little naïve. He didn’t like showing his love or care towards someone, he likes to hide those types of feelings to his self. For him, feelings like that are meant to be kept; it shouldn’t be expressed so often. Baekhyun huffs, annoyed by his thoughts, he opens his eyes and after a few long seconds he closed them back again to clear his mind.

It took minutes until Baekhyun finds himself pondering about the Giant again. An image popped into his head, a view of the park, and a tall boy lying against a big tree. His hair was caramel brown, medium length and slightly wavy. A smile crept onto his face as he runs his smooth fingertips along the grass gently. The boy looked quiet confused though, like he didn’t know where in the world he was. One thing Baekhyun notices that the bemused boy looked happy. Even behind that sad smile, a tint of happiness was spotted. The question was- how could this boy be happy when he lost almost everything?

After a while, Baekhyun finally got himself to sleep.

Chanyeol had his legs where his head should be lying, someone slept in a wrong position. He was still up grinning to himself at the thought that Baekhyun stayed for him at the park. It’s rare for Chanyeol to have had something in his mind for so long that still makes him smile endlessly.

Back to reality, Chanyeol realizes he has been smiling alone for too long; he instantly pressed the button beside his bed waiting for Jongdae to come. He waited and waited, but it took so long for that young butler to come, so he presses the button several more times before his lids started to flutter- sleeping unknowingly.

Jongdae walks along the midnight street, through the frigid air; he crushed every dry leaf on the ground he stepped on, ignoring every faces that passed him by. Little droplets of rain he felt on his skin, some splashing onto his black hat. He could hear fast footsteps from the people running, trying to find shelter to escape the rain. After a few moments, there was no more footsteps heard, only the sound of rain splashing onto the ground and the whispering of the air against his ears. He knew he was finally alone. Jongdae looked at his wrist watch and realized he was supposed to be home keeping an eye on Chanyeol- and the house was too far to walk to. It was raining, so he decided he’d walk to the nearby breakfast house, knowing his boss was still there for midnight shift.

The breakfast house was already closed, though Jongdae could still see Xiumin through the glass window, counting some money. Without hesitation, Jongdae barged into the breakfast house.

Xiumin looks at Jongdae hysterically, “Why are you here? It’s late, go home.” He said as he looked back at his precious money.

“No.” Jongdae replied straight away.

Xiumin raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

“I want a raise.” He demanded.

“And why would I give you one?” The older guy cackled.

“Because…” Jongdae whispers before putting the room into dramatic silence.

“Because…?”

“I’m hot butler Chen.” A sound of thunder strikes coincidentally, making more of a tense scene.

Xiumin bursts out into laughter, holding his belly with both his hands, laughing harder than he ever did before. Suddenly, he calmed a little counting some money, later taking out a few Wons shoving it in front of Jongdaes face.

“Huh?” Jongdae was confused. Did his dumb plan actually work?

“Here take the money; I’m giving it to you only if you promise not to be dramatic like Sehun again. You’ve been hanging with him too much I’m guessing.” Xiumin smiled and chuckled making the other blush in embarrassment. But his boss was right, he’s been spending way too much time with Sehun, he also watched too much of Black Butler.

Jongdae gladly accepts the money, giving himself a successful smile. He walks towards the door, but stopped. He looked back as he held the end of his cap whispering, “Thanks.”

Xiumin stands there silently as he watched the other guy walking out with his black cap and dark long, dark brown blazer. “You’re welcome…” He silently whispers back as he watches Jongdae’s figure disappear into the rain.

It took a while to find a taxi home. But Jongdae finally reaches the house, and luckily the rain stopped. In front of the door steps, he looks into his small purse to search for the keys Mrs Park gave him. After searching almost every pocket, he knew that he lost it. He checks the time on his watch; it read 12:59a.m. He knew everyone was asleep so no one would open the door for him. He sighed and walked to the backyard where there was a hammock he could sleep on.

Jongdae’s dream

It was very quiet in the restaurant. It was a warm rainy morning; the sky was a mixture of orange yellow, the clouds were grey and the parking lot was empty. The breakfast house seems to have fewer customers than usual today. All the waiters sat with no work to do, still left with hours of shift left. Jongdae just sat on one of the restaurant tables next to the window, laying his head comfortably on the glass, where he could see water running down, and pitter patters of the rain. He looked at the restaurant, some customers walking out after they’ve finished their food. At the distance he saw Xiumin who was also listening to the pit and pats of the rain. He noticed Xiumin later starring abnormally at him. They both made eye contact. It was awkward…but pleasant. Though weird, it was amusing.

 It was stupid, somehow enjoyable.

Jongdae observed through the kind eyes of the other. Xiumin looked a bit too tired. His eyes were red, but the gaze he had given was still friendly. Jongdae looked away, awarded that he kind of actually had a moment with Xiumin. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Xiumins figure walking to his table. Without a word, Xiumin took a seat beside him.

 “I need to tell you something.” Xiumin says breaking the silence.

Jonngdae just looked at him.

“I have a secret I’ve been hiding, ever since you came.” Jongdaes eyes widened when he heard what the older male just said.

“I… like you.”

Jongdae just stared at him as Xiumin shook his shoulder trying to get him to pay attention.

“Chen? Chen? Chen?”

“Chen…? Chen! CHEN!” Baekhyun shouts as he tries to wake the sleeping guy on the hammock.

Jongdae rubbed his eyes and looked at Baekhyun. “Hm?” He answers tiredly.

“Why are you sleeping outside?”

“I lost the keys.”

“Oh, so I figured no one told you about the extra keys under the welcome mat?” The other starts to laugh.

Jongdae felt so dumb, because he remembered Mrs Park telling him about the extra keys.

Baekhyun stopped laughing and continued, “Okay so I kind of need you to help Chanyeol get ready.”

Jongdae nodded and headed inside.

Later that day, Jongdae, Chanyeol and Sehun went to visit the sick Luhan once again. They all say awkwardly in the hospital room, accompanying Luhan who was asleep. Chanyeol was too busy listening to his mp3, Sehun was playing some games on his phone, and Jongdae had nothing to do; he just stared at the ground and finds himself thinking about his Xiumin dream.

Coincidentally, Xiumin came barging in startling Jongdae. His eyes widened when he saw Xiumin enter, he just felt a little awkward after the dream. Xiumin sat next to him, casually touching his thighs as he sat to greet him before placing his hands on his own lap. Jongdae gulped, his mind went to slow motion when he felt the other males touch. It was only and ordinary gesture but for him, he felt seduced, he was just paranoid, but it felt so sensual than normal.

Jongdae just gave a nervous smile and avoided eye contact.

“How is he?” Sehun asked Xiumin.

“I don’t know really… he seems a little down for the past few days, he was crying about someone with a mustache? I’m not sure, but he keeps holding that fake mustache against his chest.” Xiumin said unsure, as he pointed at the mustache lying under Luhans hands.

After a few moments, the nurse came in informing the males that they needed to take Luhan to another room for some checking. In a finger-click, Luhans bed was carried out of the room. Everyone stayed quiet, yet in the inside they were full of worries.

A while later the nurse came back in. Sehun quickly stood up from his seat, “Is he okay?”

“Yes…” The nurse replied as she takes her eyes off of her clipboard. “But his condition is getting worse, we need to go a little further with the medical.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Surgery sir.”

Sehun watches the nurse leave the room. He looked down in sorrow; he could feel his eyes watery. “W-why does it have to be him…” He whispered to himself.

“Yeah, why him? Other people has worse condition. I mean he just got hit by a Frisbee.” Chanyeol suddenly blurted.

Sehun eyed the giant, “Hey. I thought you’re listening to music.”

“The battery ran out like fifteen minutes ago.”

Sehun was on the loose for Kim. He made some research and after just several attempts, he finally found Kims address (from the school’s principle). Luckily her house was just a twenty minutes stroll from his house.

Once the chap arrived he knocked the door. Waiting for a little while, the door squeaked. “Hello…” A pitched voice emitted.

“Hello? It’s me Sehun.”

The door fully opened revealing the girl. “Hi Sehun!” Kim greeted in excitement. “Why are you here? Are you here to give me the kiss you owe me?” She said giggling.

Sehun choked onto his saliva, and tugged on his collar. “No! … I need to. Talk to you.”

“Oh.” Kim replied plainly. “Come on in then.” She stepped aside to give way for the male, and later they both settled on the sofa.

Awkward silence filled the air. Sehun sat still looking down at the ground, he was trying to avoid Kims thirsty eye contact.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Kims voice conquered, breaking the silence.

“But we were never together?”

“We were!”

“It was just one date!” Sehun yelled.

Kims lips started to quiver and she dashed to her room, slamming the door. Sehun started hearing little sniffs and sobs making him sigh in deep guilt. It only took him a few seconds till he decided he’d go in to apologize.

Again, the boy sighs before opening the door to Kims room.

“Uhm…” Sehun uttered when he peeked his head in the room. The first thing that caught his attention was…

Well everything except Kim.

There were pictures of him everywhere, posters of him on the ceiling and printed selfies of him that he never showed anyone stuck on the wall.

How did she get those-

Her laptop background was his face, he even spotted a towel with his face on it.

Sehun coughs and Kim shoots him a quick glare then sobs again.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice?” Sehun said, his voice a little high pitched, because he didn’t really do anything wrong.

Kim sat back up, a smile crawling onto her face, “My Sehun is always forgiven.”

“oh?” Sehun smiled, “Well that escalated quickly!” He walked over and sat on the edge of her bed, “Okay, I know you hurt Luhan.” He accused.

“No! I would never!”

“So who’s that guy with the coat you were with the other day at the café?”

“How do you know I was with him?” Kim gasps.

“Just tell me.”

“I didn’t do it, neither did he… his name is Kyungsoo, Do Kyungsoo.”

“What were you doing with him…?” Sehun questioned.

Kim hummed and wandered her eyes around first, “On a date!”

“W-what?”

“A-are you jealous?” Kim grins and leans in wiggling her brows. Which was… very un-appealing, and very…. Disturbing…. To Sehun of course.

“What no!”

They argued for a while before Sehun gave up and just pretended to admit he was jealous. Later he asked for Kyungsoo’s address or any information of him, which was shockingly an easy task hence how quickly Kim gave the guys address without hesitation.

He decided he’d go find this Kyungsoo guy, maybe he knows a little something about what had happen to the precious Luhan.

After a few minutes of searching he final found Kyungsoos apartment. It was a nice classy one, not too fancy, but it looked quite expensive. Sehun then realized he forgot to ask for Kyungsoos apartment number, he huffed and palmed his face.

Just when Sehun was about to leave he saw Kyungsoo walking out thee building.  He quicklyran to the small chap and dragged him, then pushed him against the wall.

“What on earth are you doing?!” Kyungsoo yelled.

“You hit Luhan with the Frisbee didn’t you?!” Sehun asks furiously, directly accusing Kyungsoo.

“What…are…you…talking about?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me Do Kyungsoo.”

Kyungsoo stares at Sehun for a moment, “Okay look, I didn’t do anything. Let’s just talk this out okay?”

Sehun grumps and lets Kyungsoo go.

“Do I even know you?” Kyungsoo asks swiping dust off his coat, “Cause you seem to know me.”

“Oh I’m sorry. I’m Sehun!”

“Oh! I know you!”

“How?”

“Yup, I’m Do Kyungsoo, you already know that. I’m a relationship expert! Your girlfriend needed advice on your relationship,” Kyungsoo smiles. Sehun outlines Kyungsoos heart shaped lips, they were really cute, “You seem like a nice guy, she kept going on and on about you.”

Sehun smiles too when Kyungsoo did, but then he shook his head and realized that Kyungsoo said ‘Girlfriend.’

“What?! I don’t have a girlfriend! And Kim is not my girlfriend! She told me she was on a date with you!”

“Oh…” Kyungsoo tapped his chin, “No wonder, she said you use to show her a lot of love and affection but I figured something was fishy about that by her personality, didn’t seem so legit.”

Sehun nods then his phone rings. He takes out his phone and checks the screen. “Oh.” He whispers before looking back at Kyungsoo, “Sorry I got to go, nice to meet you and sorry for bothering.” He says and gave a polite bow before running back to his car, waving goodbye,

“Stay safe!” Kyungsoo smiles and waves back.

Kyungsoo maybe a relationship expert, he fixes all these connection between people and gives all these advices on how to work it out. But there is one relationship of his that doesn’t seem to be going well, out of all his advices; he couldn’t even find the slightest one to rely on.

Jongin, a boy who likes to be away from people in general, introvert, quiet. He may seem mysterious to others but Kyungsoo knows him better than anyone, better than Kyungsoo knows himself maybe. They’re not dating; they’re not really exactly friends either. It’s something between that.

Since the first day, Kyungsoo had a really hard time with Jongin, but something still keeps them both near and glued. They had arguments, small fights; about how Jongin is a player and that Kyungsoo nearly, hardly admit that he doesn’t like seeing Jongin around lots of girls. It’s not really jealousy towards the girls; it’s just that the girls that hang around Jongin are mostly whorish or just desperate.

Before Sehun approached him and pushed him against the wall, Kyungsoo was planning a visit at Jongin place. With no rush, he walks to his car then drives to his destination.

Jongin had two places, the big villa he lives in with his parents, and the small cheap apartment he stays at to get away from everyone.

The apartment in which Jongins apartment lays is a scary and gloomy place. It’s situated at a small part of town; one where buildings stood closely to each other, hardly space for big cars to fit and where most people would stay hidden at dead end corners. The area was the type you’d spot graffiti almost everywhere, litter scattered here and there, it wasn’t really a pleasant place but it wasn’t near to a favela either.

Red bricked building, broken windows- Kyungsoo found his destination. The building wasn’t so tall, it was short ab7 floors and it was fat too. As always, he used the stairs because the elevator is forever ‘temporary out of service’.

Jongins front door was easy to spot, it had a big graffiti which read “you !” on it, it still makes Kyungsoo wonder if Jongin have ever chased the bastards who did it. He rang the doorbell it’s sound pitchy and crooked and it didn’t take long till he was greeted by the younger kid.

The apartment was messy; there were clothes laying everywhere, left over junk food on the dining table, cigarettes on the coffee table and unpacked boxes which sleeps at the corners. Of course, there would be kfc buckets on the sofa at least once or twice a week.

And it surprises Kyungsoo because Jongin has a very fit for a person who eats a lot of junk food.

Kyungsoo steps inside. Jongin closes the door behind him before sitting back onto the sofa, removing the kfc bucket out of the way to give space for Kyungsoo to sit.

Slowly Kyungsoo approaches Jongin and as he silently takes a seat, he asks, “How’ve you been?”

And as usual, their conversation starts there.

Chanyeol was home, like most of days. He lies in bed, his hands on his chest and starring into nowhere. He knows there are lots of people in the house to have fun and talk with, he does socialize with his butlers and maids, but at every end of the day, he’d feel alone.

He just lies there for something, even though he knows he’d end up falling asleep. But when boredom hits hard, he calls Chen to take him to the kitchen where they both sat and drank some tea together.

As their small conversation drifts to silent, Chanyeol could hear his brother in the living room. There were more voices; it was probably Baekhyuns friends who decided they’d drop by after their hangout.

“Hey did you know I hit some guy with a Frisbee that day, I feel kind of bad. I think it was that pretty Chinese dude with sot of long hair, cute face. He was with his friend that steam bun guy.”

Chanyeols eyes widened, startled by what he just heard. He was close to finding the suspect, the guy his best friend has been searching for. It was surprising when an unknown answer just comes flowing to you, and the coincidence at how the suspect was at his house, and one of Baekhyuns friends.

“Chen, Chen, Chen.” Chanyeol leans in and whispers.

“Yes?” Chen whispers back.

“Did you hear that?!”

“The conversation?”

“Yeah… Luhan was hit by the guy talki-“

“To Baekhyun, Yeah I know.” Chen interrupted.

“Yes! And Will you do me a favor an-“

“And check who it is?”

“How do you know what I was-“

“Going to say?”

“Stahp!”

“Yes sir!” Chen laughed and saluted, not that Chanyeol could see, and it makes Chen feel dumb.

“Just pretend like you’re taking something or something,”

“please. This is easy work.” Chen says as he heads out the kitchen.

Chen entered the living room and glares, which made everyone, stop and stare.

“H-hi Chen…?” Tao says.

“Everyone stay still. I’m totally not here to see who hit who with a Frisbee.” Chen says and takes Baekhyuns coke, “I’m going to take this,” He holds up the coke, “And when I go, nothing. Happened. Got it?” He threatened.

“Just please don’t take the cola!” One of them begged.

“Nothing.” Chen repeats. “Happened. Okay?”

Everyone nodded; they followed his orders just so they won’t lose their bottle of cola. They all stayed still and watched as Jongdae walks backwards to the kitchen, still glaring at them.

“Okay!” Chen says once he enters the kitchen again.

“Did you see his face?” Chanyeol asks excited.

“Yup. Tall dude, a bit taller than you. Handsome I admit.”

Chanyeol quickly took out his phone where he told Chen to text Sehun about what just happened.

When Luhan was hit by a Frisbee

Tao and Kris were told by their master to go chill out and bond with each other.

“You two have to be nice to each other,” The master says. “Make some peace.” He says.

Tao was a bit excited that he had an excuse to go play outside and go on an adventure. He suggested that they play at the park.

Kris kindly prepared a picnic for them, and after a few hours of eating and Tao hogging all the Beef sandwiches, he said he wanted to play some Frisbee or Catch.

“But I’m too lazy,” Kris whined.

“You’re playing, or else.” Tao threatened.

“Or else what?”

“I could beat your up.”

“Okay fine.” Kris gave up and shrugged in annoyance.

They both stood up and stared playing the Frisbee, since Kris was too lazy to run around and play catch. When they got deeper into the game, Tao threw the Frisbee too hard it flew to the parking lot of the Breakfast house. They both ran there, continuing the game at the parking lot.

Since Kris kept getting hit on the face by Taos throws, he threw the Frisbee so hard towards the other kid who, with his quick instinct, he dodged.

It hits someone behind them instead.

“Frisbee ain’t my style either.” Kris says and walks away.

Tao followed behind, leaving behind the Frisbee cause it was too cheap, not actually realizing that it had hit someone behind him.

“Lu ge!!!! Lu ge!!!” Tao could hear behind him, but he didn’t turn back enough to see that someone has been injured.

“Mom, mom. I want a new car.” Baekhyun asks.

Mrs Park heaved a sigh, “Baekhyun…” She shook her head, “Wait till you dad comes back from California. We may be rich but we can’t spend our money on things we don’t need. You already have a car…”

“But I want a cooler car, and I do need it. I could give the old car to Chanyeol!”

“Chanyeol can’t drive Baekhyun. He can’t see to start with.”

“That’s his fault!”

“Baekhyun!”

Baekhyun huffs, “I wish dad was here…I wouldn’t be stuck with you guys!” He yells stomping out.

Mrs Park just sighs again, Baekhyuns attitude, it was something that she was used to. He is a little spoiled, he says a lot of hurtful things, but it she doesn’t blame him, he did have trouble with life at some point; first moving into a new house old all alone at a country he wasn’t raised in, and second being separated from his beloved dad who had to work all the way in Cali.

“Chen…” Chanyeol voiced.”

“Hm?”

“I need to go to Baeks room.”

“Okay,” Chen replies helping Chanyeol out of bed and leading him to Baekhyuns room.

Once they have reached the door, Chanyeol told Chen he could take it from there. He enters the room and repeats what he does nearly every night. Touch the wall for balance, feeling objects that’ll lead him the way to Baekhyuns bed. When he reached the bed, he kneels down to the round and reaches for Baekhyuns body, but instead he only feels an empty warm mattress. Baekhyun is missing.

“Chen!” Chanyeol shouts.

“What’s wrong?!” Chen came in rushing, terribly worried.

“Where’s Baekhyun?”

They both searched around the house until it was 12am. They thought that maybe Baekhyun went to sleep over a friend’s house, but when they asked Mrs Park if she was informed that Baek went out the house, she had no idea either and wasn’t alarmed.

Chen dialed Baekhyuns number but he had disconnected, which means he was still somewhere out there and safe.

“I think he ran off.” Chen says.