A/N: So I started rereading the chapters and I just realized how much of a rollercoaster (emotions and frustration wise) this story is haha and I'm so sorry for the feels?

One month since she was last woken up by repetitive ringing of her doorbell and knocks on her door, she found herself getting out of bed and rushing to her door once again. Chanyeol hasn't spent the night at hers for well over two months since he started working at Soundless, she was glad for that, but then it was already worrying her when the last time he knocked on her door, it wasn't to have a movie night or a sleepover.

She peeked through the small peephole, and she saw nothing but a mop of red hair with black roots to confirm to her that it was him.

She held her breath, her fingers hesitating at the doorknob for a few unsteady heartbeats before she opened the door.

“Chanyeol–” She couldn't even finish what she was going to say before she was being yanked into his arms, and his lips were on hers in an instant. She completely froze under his touch, her sleep hazed mind still trying to comprehend what was going on. He was kissing her, and his arms were like steel round her waist, he breathed her in deeply.

This was her, she was the one he wanted.

He'd realized that sometime between him making out with that girl in the club and being dragged away by Jongin, he's realized that no girl could ever compare to the feeling Haneul gave him. And he just wanted her, all that trying to ignore his feelings and want for her was driving him crazy, and at that point, he was so driven with his feelings that he couldn't register what was actually happening.

Haneul smelt the same.

She felt the same.

But she wasn't kissing him back, she wasn't responding to him.

And there was something wet and warm trailing down her cheeks.

He jerked away as if he'd been burnt, and he was immediately sorry for what he did, so sorry that he didn't feel anything when she slapped him across the cheek because somewhere inside his chest was hurting so much more.

What has he done?

“What's wrong with you?!” She pushed at his chest with force, sending him stumbling backwards. “What is wrong with you Park Chanyeol?”

He held out his hands, his mouth opening and closing in failed attempts to speak. He tried again. “Haneul, listen I'm sorr–”

“No you're not!” She yelled, more tears spilling over her cheeks.

Chanyeol reached out to wipe away her tears, but she violently flinched away from him and his heart just shattered into pieces. He let his hand hover in the air for a bit, then let it limply drop to his side. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't you even dare.” She shook her head, there