Meanwhile. Third Person's POV.

Ahn fell flat taking lose of her pride. She didn't know what she was doing and what came out exactly from that would absolutely make her look skeptical infront of Chanyeol. Taking a grip on the sink inside the empty comfort room, Ahn Hee stared at her own self scanning over her psyched out image infront of the mirror.

"Silly, what were you trying say huh?" says Ahn Hee, snickering a forced laugh. She had lost herself in that sudden situation just a while ago with Chanyeol and Choa, thinking differently between the acts of two. "They're both friends, what's wrong with that?" she thought to herself.

Right before she leaves, she shook her head, patting her face with her clean palms just to awaken herself from her weird thoughts. Heels clicking, walking with a tinge of nervousness, she lowers her head when a hand touched her elbow that made her to look back.

"A young lady," a mid-fifties man greeted, together with his two quite drunk foe. "Good evening gorgeous young lady," the other man greeted, with a lustful look on her.

Ahn Hee nodded in respect, looking uncomfortably as she wanted to run away. "Mind to join us in a drink here?" the other drunk foe, asked as he handed her a glass of drink. Ahn Hee shook her head, grinning awkwardly. "Er, eh, I'm sorry but I don't drink and I--"

"Just a glass and we'll be happy about it." the mid-fifties man insisted, not taking his grip out of Ahn Hee. "Aniya-- I'm sorry, but I really don't. So please, if I may excuse myself--" she wanted to let go.

As soon as the man plans to snake his arm around Ahn Hee, their eyes seemed to pop out in aghast. "You're here, what took you so long. I've been waiting for you. I couldn't start to eat without you, yeobo." says Chanyeol, encircling his arm right away on Ahn Hee's waist with a smile on his face. Ahn Hee, on the other side, was shocked looking at him right away and couldn't spill out a single word.

"Mr. Park, you-you're here!" the mid-fifties man was taken aback, the two other drunk foes started to cough awkwardly. "H-how's the business?"

"You don't have to worry about my businesses Mr. Kang, I'm still and will make an eye on it, likewise to my soon to be wife." says Chanyeol with confidence. A two second gap right after the three drunk men gulp their lumps in guilt. "Oh-- that's quite a revelation. I never thought you're getting married Mr. Park," "Yeah, our engagement remained silent for now. But I guess, I should now let everyone know so they should keep their guards off of my fiance."

"Chanyeol," Ahn Hee mumbles, eyes on him unbelievably. Chanyeol, with his pleasant look started to intertwine his fingers on her. "So if you may excuse us, Mr. Kang, Mr. Lee and Mr. Yook," he nods respectfully, keeping his convincing smile to the drunk men who seemed to be in the process of humiliation.

The couple made their out infront of the three drunk men, but they never knew that someone had kept an eye on them until they left.

Meanwhile. Ahn Hee's POV.

Chanyeol remained silent, his head still held up high with pride as we saunter back to our table. We took a seat, I was feeling uneasy while he just wouldn't want to talk about it anymore and just started to continue his food.

My eyes that were filled with fear, gradually lightens up. I've never thought of anyone, especially old men would be hitting on me or so. It was kind of gross, it's like I'm hitting on my own father and as well to be called a leech. But Chanyeol, he- he had saved me but what's more of it is that, he didn't just let me out of it but he just told them again about this engagement he calls.

I wanted to start to talk to him. I don't want him to feel that I have been feeling quite different just because of what happened earlier, with him and Ms. Choa and the three drunk men. My eyes caught a sight of him chewing his food, but I started to face him like I have no worries. "Chanyeol, you see--"

The lights went dimmer as everyone's attention were caught off infront to look at the stage. There it was Kyungsoo, from the Cutie Councils singing a romantic song. I've never heard of his voice as well as I've never gotten a chance to talk to him. Indeed, Taehyung and Baekhyun were right, he's got the angelic voice and he deserves the spot.

My attention were caught even more when Mr. SeokJin had himself infront of the stage, together with Ms. Choa. Dancing sweetly and I couldn't help but to smile and adore the the couple. "Aren't they perfect?" I cooed, but as soon I hadn't heard Chanyeol's reply. My head pivots to look at him and my innerself was taken aback by his sudden stare on the couple.

His eyes started to water, his lips pursed and his lumps gulping out of place. I don't know what's gotten into him? Is he okay? Was his sudden emotion says that he's happy?

Or not? Chanyeol, why are you confusing me?

"Tonight, I'm happy and proud to announce that Choa and I are getting married in two months." I looked back to Mr. SeokJin's announcement and the guest's endearments towards the couple. They kissed when the glasses clings, a sign where they have to kiss. But then I looked back at Chanyeol who already dropped a tear and mind to drink full of his glass of red wine.

"Uhm," I cough, but I brighten my gesture. "You know, I think it's kinda boring and I've seen this alot in movies. We should-- Aish, just--" I stood up, taking Chanyeol's hand as he looked at me. "Just because the food doesn't taste well, you just have to jerk yourself out infront of me. Let's go?" I said, looking convincing as I smiled infront him dragging out of the venue.

Meanwhile. Empty Sidewalk. Pond.

I dragged him away, my senses just realised something that neither myself, has no single clue why I'm even acting so strange. I'm confused at all. But why I'm helping this man right here? When all he does is to confuse me even more?

The night was cold, but I'm actually used to it. My foot brought me to this empty sidewalk, with a nearby pond. It was peace and calm, like you couldn't dare to speak because if you do, you might ruin the birds' nest.

I was throwing pebbles into the pond, the way Sehun taught me with style. I couldn't help the silence, as I looked back at Chanyeol who was seated on the bench staring blankly out through space.

"You know what, silence is the real crime against humanity." I said, throwing pebbles back to the pond again. "Aish, I'm getting deaf!"

I don't care whether I'll look silly or what, but I wanted him to snap out from what it seems to be bothering him. I walked back, seating right next to him.

"I don't want to get married just because you say so. Worst, I couldn't think any lonelier than spending the rest of my life with a husband who had to zip his lips anytime he wants to or so, my husband can pretend that he's okay when he's not." I said, leaving a five second gap as he started to look at me before I knew he's going to utter my name.

But instead, he hanged his coat at me. "Thanks," I murmured.

"It's amazing how many crazy things you can do when you're just pretending." says Chanyeol, heaving a sigh right after. "Back in high school, I remember shooting stupid videos with my friends. It was us, running along the town in a cape suit pretending to be the town superheroes. There is something liberating about pretending. You dare to take risk and embarrass yourself."

I snicker a small laugh, thinking a bit of hilarious about it but there is something more deep in it when you go through. "When I was a little girl, I would always walk with a towel on my head. I was pretending to be a nun. And then that one day, my mother asked me 'Why don't you just become an actress? And then you can start pretending a role of a nun.' It was funny, but deep down up until now, I realised that pretending can either mean between the two; you either fool yourself or you fool the reality."

I knew what he was talking about, I knew he was just faking it. But why couldn't I get mad about it? To him?

In long silence, only but the honks of cars across the street that were quite far from us. Chanyeol rose up from his seat, taking steps near the pond, picking three or four pebbles on his hand. "I don't see you as close as you can call a nun, you're--"

"Yah! Are you insulting me?" I irked, throwing back a pebble on his feet but it didn't hit him. Chanyeol laughs with an insulting face. "I'm not, I was just telling the truth?" he shrug laughing inwardly.

I instantly walk towards him picking another pebble joining him as we both throw our pebbles in unison, leaping thrice into the water. "I don't like that expression of yours, Mr. Park Chanyeol."

Our eyes met, his smile turned into something that he looked away instantly shooking his head. "Thank you Ahn Hee," he said looking back. "For understanding.. For coming--"

"Don't thank me." I smirked. "I wasn't really coming, until Dasom noona dragged me out."

He burst into a small laugh, not looking at me anymore slowly turning into a silence. "But, I'm sorry that I have to put you this through. I know this is wrong, but I--"

"This engagement is fake. Right?" I cut him off, facing him with an unworried look on my face. "Do you think I'm crazy Mr. Park? Who would want to get married to someone you've just met and asked you out of the blue?" I laugh.

"You're not mad at me?" he wonders. "Why would I? I like--" I was put to hold, bitting my lip in shock. His stare killed me for a second, guess be waiting what I was trying to say. "You like-- what?" he asks.

Don't don't don't. Even if he already knew it before, don't spill it out again! Stupid me.

A phone rings all of a sudden, it was matter of saving this tough moment. "Ne?" he answers. I finally managed to heave a sigh, rolling my eyes in deep humiliation again. "What?!" he exclaimed, he looked at me gesturing that he'll be back.

He walked out not too far away from me, taking his call with a deep anger and confusion on his face. I looked down, placing my palms on the bench while swaying my legs. What a stressful man is he, I don't know whether to pity him or what.

I wonder what it feels like living as a Park Chanyeol. I wonder how he spends his life each and everyday. How could he manages his stress well? Does he eat on time? Does he take energy medicines? I wonder if he could manage his life happily despite of his stressful works and all, his relationship with his family and especially Jungkook.

Oh, Jungkook. I snapped out on my thought, I just ditched him without saying a single word. I took out my phone on my purse, looking at the call log as I got 30 missed calls from him. But I started scrolling onto his name. Thinking whether I should call him back or not. Probably, he's mad at me right now. I don't think he would want to hear my voice either.

When all of a sudden, the screen flashes his name. He's calling. "Yeoboseyo?" I answered with a tinge of nervousness on my voice.

"Ahn Hee! Thank God, you've finally picked it up. But I know you're probably in bed now, are you okay? Have taken your medicines?" he panicked trough the phone. Medicines? What? "Oh yeah, forgot to tell you, your brother just showed himself up to me and I thought he was going with us. But he said that you couldn't come today since you're sick again."

Sehun? He did what? "Oh, yeah-- yeah, I'm sick but I'm starting to feel well now. Don't worry." I said with a small laugh, "That guy, he must be concerned with you after all."

"But he's more sick than you! He was asking me to have a date with him instead." he exasperated and I couldn't help but to laugh. How could Sehun do that? "What's his name again? Che-Hoo?"

"It's Sehun. Not Che-Hoo. Stupid!" I mock, still laughing.

"Erm--" A cough just stopped me, as I looked at Chanyeol looking at me as he was about to sit.

"Oh, hey-- I-- My mom's calling me and I have to go. Let's just see each other at school. Thanks for the call." I hurriedly spoke and ended up the call, placing my phone back at my purse.

"So, a friend of yours? Looks like you were having fun." says Chanyeol, I gulped between his words. I couldn't just say it was his brother I was talking to. "Ne," I nodded. "He-- She, was just asking me where I am and where's my brother, yeah-- that's it, that girl." I explained convincingly.

"Oh," he nods, "Is that so?" Then he remained silent for a while. "I've heard you were attending the same class with my brother. Is he okay? Does he bother you or something?"

"Ahh, yeah!" I nodded several times. "I mean yes, he's okay but we rarely talk." I lied. I freaking lied and I don't know why? I don't get the point, why do I have to lie on Chanyeol?

"Ahh," he nods, plastering a smirk on his face. "I miss that kid, I wish I could have a chance to talk to him again and patch things up between us."

"I wish for that too--" I mumble.

"You wish for what?" He asked intriguingly.

"I mean, the first time we talked like this.. You, you've mentioned about your relationship with your brother. So I just wish that you'll be in good terms soon."

"Ah, yeah. I'm sorry about that, I had entrusted a stranger about my problem didn't I?" He laughs and I looked at him, poking his shoulder. Because you're psychotic." I scoff and we both laugh.

Chanyeol and I spent the night laughing with each others mock. Half of me didn't regret this day that even though I didn't personally chose between the two brothers to be spending the day with, resassured one of my fantasies came true. Spending and having a meaningful conversation with Mr. Park Chanyeol. But half of me was still confused about him, what was his relationship with Ms. Choa that he has to act something so mysterious?

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