No One’s POV:

 

“You don’t. . .

 

But I do.

 

I love you.”

 

Those words kept ringing in his head for almost the umpteenth time today, and he didn’t even realize the slightest how much if an airhead he actually looked like right now.

 

“From Earth to Kyungsoo? Yah, Do Kyungsoo~!!!” He immediately snapped out, his empty gaze from the blackboard, cleared out and he was into the colorful yet dull sight of the classroom, scanning the place slowly before realizing someone was actually staring at him up close on his right. He lowered his left arm, which was actually where his was lying beforehand, and moved his head to the right to see who it was that has awoken him from his daydream.

 

‘Ahhhh I was off from reality again.’ He thought to himself as he scanned the person who was standing beside him, her hair was tied up in a high ponytail today, abut although it was neatly brushed up, her bangs were neatly placed on the side, as her long hair flowed down to her shoulders. She tilted her head, locking her eyes with the latter, her brow raised for a while, looking suspicious as to why the Royal Fiancé looked a bit pale, but much to her worry, she brushed it off a while, practically giving herself a mental note that she might want to ask him later.

 

‘How can Ho Jung be so happy and energetic despite what had happened to her?’

 

“Why so serious? Ommo, I heard your teacher isn’t gonna show up today so is it okay if we go for a walk or grab a coffee somewhere? That is if you’re good to go for it.” Her smile was endearing, making him feel a bit better and lighter as of the moment. He felt as if something heavy around him was off for a little while, like some kind of break from all the hard man’s work of a burden he’s been carrying the moment he came to school.

 

‘Ahhhh how long was I thinking? The teacher is off? And I don’t have class today?’

 

“Ughh. . .The teacher isn’t here?” He blinked for a few times, trying to get himself together, brushing his hair up as he rubbed his forehead.

 

“You weren’t listening were you? Well, I can see that, since you’ve been staring at the blackboard for so long you’d look like you’ve just fallen in love with it.” She joked, giggling lightly as she covered . Kyungsoo looked at her in admiration, smiling back as he made small laugh.

 

“I am sorry, Ho Jung, I wasn’t really paying attention earlier, my mind was a bit occupied earlier.” He scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning a bit pink at the thought that he had been pretty filled with his ‘Chanyeol Thoughts’ ever since he entered the four walls of his very own classroom.

 

‘Why time is it anyway? And how long have I been staring blankly and thinking about nonsense?’ He actually didn’t mean it when he said his thoughts were pure nonsense, because he knew too well his heart would say the opposite itself and would contradict with his hard-headed thoughts all the time anyways. He didn’t want to tell himself otherwise, nor does he even want to be honest about it because he knew very well that he was not going to get in terms with it, and would just practically leave him with his heart breaking and his mind confused.

 

‘Well , it’s already 2 in the afternoon?!’ He looked up on his phone, which was at the top of his desk as he sighed heavily, nose scrunched up and his mouth shaped in a frown.

 

“Hey, Hey, Hey? Don’t frown on me now okay? We’ll grab something to make you feel better, okay?” Ho Jung’s gentle voice was that of an angel, causing Kyungsoo to stop feeling so down for a few minutes, earning a small smile from him before he stood up from his seat and fixed his stuff.

 

‘Even though a lot has happened and I was the cause for her and Chanyeol’s somewhat break up, she is still kind and generous.’

 

“Don’t tell me you’ll be skipping the whole afternoon classes now?” There was a smirk drawn on her face, despite knowing her as an elite and a royal at the same time, but probably can be playful sometimes as Kyungsoo thought, her arms folded with the suspicion that hasn’t been gone from her face.

 

“Don’t worry, it’ll be worth our time anyways. I need a breather. For some reason.” Kyungsoo latched his bag from behind, but before he could follow Ho Jung, who was practically walking out of the door now, he looked around the classroom, seeing almost all his classmates staring and has burning eyes on him.

 

‘Did I do something wrong now?’ He looked around, finding his classmates all glued into him, like they were checking him out from top to bottom. There were some, who’s gazes were all fluffy and sweet, some were of written scoops of intrigue and curiosity, whispering into each other in hushed voices.

 

Although some, much to his internal humor that was growing in his head, were just plainly looking at him, probably kind of jealous somehow that he could get off to class anytime he wants to and get excused right away.

 

Well yes because it was definitely possible in his state and status right now.

 

He is, in fact a Royal now.

 

Taking the fact that he could take advantage of that and get excused right away by the teacher, give a few acceptable excuses like he got some meeting or some work to do at the Palace that he is in fact drastically needed for life’s sake. Can even leave the classroom on the exact middle of the class session and tell him he has to get back to the Palace for Chanyeol or something.

 

Oh, yes that’s right.

 

Chanyeol.

 

How has that brat been doing ever since the weekend they met and had to get into terms in their very own bedroom?

 

Kyungsoo gave out a sigh, going back to ignoring every stare and look that he has been receiving, giving himself a mental note that he might need a paper bag with a smiley face drawn on it, so that he could put it on his ing face.

 

‘A big no no when I got engaged with a Royal. I am ALWAYS being watched. Like , I hate attention.’ He was mind-cursing himself, trying to actually weigh the disadvantages over the advantages he had and he had to regret when he agreed to get tied with the Prince for almost like what he can call forever. He was really happy before, the normal life, the less noticed personality that he had, and the quiet and peaceful life he’s been having before was the best thing he could ever deserve.

 

But wow, it had to be this that stopped him from receiving all the good things he wanted in his life.

 

He walked out of the room, his head lowered down to gaze at the floor, only focusing on Ho Jung’s walking, thinking of the things that made him decide to actually agree on this when he actually was given the chance to not pursue the engagement and live on and go live his life happily ever after.

 

But would it be the same?

 

‘What did I have to consider when I accepted this?’

 

‘Lemme see. . .’

 

‘I can sleep in a cozy bed every night. . .’

 

‘But I have to sleep with that everytime.’

 

‘I can have the privilege to go absent and get excused all the time.’

 

‘But I’ll still have to explain my ty in front of the same .’

 

‘I can roam around and get a glimpse of that beautiful secret garden I always go to.’

 

‘But he’ll still enter the same garden and try to spend time with me.’

 

‘I can always have Sehun with me though.’

 

‘But he’ll always ask Jongdae to call me to his study just so he could try and talk to me.’

 

‘But I like hearing his deep soothing voice.’

 

‘And I get to be with him every day, 24/7.’

 

‘I get to see him and I get to at least see his face every –‘

 

‘, Kyungsoo. NO.’

 

‘Nonononononononnonononononononononononononononono.’

 

‘Ugh this is sick.’

 

“Ugh. . . Kyungsoo?” The shorter yet again got snapped out of his thoughts when he realized he was in to it deep again. He looked around, realizing that they were already at the fire exit near the locker area. He raised his head to look at Ho Jung, who seemed kind of worried about him and was giving him another suspected look.

 

“Are you sure you’re okay? What has gotten into you today?”

 

“Ommo. . . I am sorry Ho Jung. I am. . . Pretty much occupied.” He looked away, feeling embarrassed at the actions he has showed, he wasn’t even aware that he has been gone too long than the usual.

 

“Can you do something for me? A little favor for your Noona perhaps.” She walked to where Kyungsoo was standing, her smile never fading as she patted the other’s shoulder.

 

“What is it then?”

 

“Hmmm, I want you to forget all these things for a while, and we’ll talk about it when we get to our destination, okay?”

 

“I can comply to that. . .But I am not sure if I can tell.” Kyungsoo was beginning to feel a bit hesitant, looking away as worry has washed his whole expression there and then.

 

“Hey, you can trust me now alright? I won’t let you down. I promise.” She cupped the boy’s chin to face her, the look in her eyes were filled with sincerity and care, Kyungsoo couldn’t just push someone as nice as her just because he was stubborn, no he couldn’t do that.

 

“Okay. . .” Was only Kyungsoo’s answer, after earning another gentle yet bright smile from Ho Jung, as the she nodded lightly and happily proceeded to walk straight to the fire exit where they would pass, since there are still classes going on and they are didn’t want to be seen or disturb other classes.

 

Which reminds Kyungsoo that he still hasn’t been fully excused from his next class.

 

Kyungsoo has to remember that despite being a Royal, he still needed a driver and a few guards to fetch him, to get his only access and his key out of the school gates. He mentally had to facepalm, just so he could remind himself that what he is actually doing right now is still like plainly skipping classes without consent.

 

But, he is quite the lucky one.

 

Too lucky that he can trust Jongdae on these situations.

 

‘I’ll have to text Jongdae to fetch me up, so that I can get some rest and go home for a while.’

 

“Ohh, what coffee do you want by the way? We’ll be heading to the vending machine first before we settle at the back garden.’ Ho Jung was busy scanning her phone, messaging or probably texting someone about something he really doesn’t want to pry on despite his undying curiosity.

 

“Anything would do I guess. Ommo, Ho Jung, can I ask you something though?” Kyungsoo tilted his head a bit, so as to see what the latter’s expression was. He was a bit nervous for a fact, since he never dared to try asking personal questions to her like she was some kind of close friend. Ho Jung stopped on her steps when she heard; finally looking back at Kyungsoo, just so that he wouldn’t have a hard time wondering if it was okay for the boy to ask.

 

“Ya? Is there anything to wanna ask? Go ahead.” She smiled, assuring that latter that whatever questions he might want to blurt out, it was okay for him to ask ahead, and she on her part shall answer honestly.

 

“Don’t you have classes? I mean you are s-skipping them, are y-you?” He gulped a bit, he couldn’t help but stutter as well, he looked away, trying to fight over in his head that it was just a friendly question and he didn’t have to be conscious about it.

 

‘Darn Kyungsoo, stop being so awkward around people.’

 

“Silly, of course ~!!! Even if I am one of the Elites, well hey I don’t really care. If I feel like I need a break, I’ll go out of my bounds and skip the whole afternoon classes with you if I want to.” She giggled again, this time her smile was sweeter. Kyungsoo couldn’t help but laugh with her, the small squeak that came from her voice made Kyungsoo happy at least.

 

“Even as an Elite, or even a Royal, Kyungsoo you have to remember despite the rules, the manners, the matters and even your duties and responsibilities that the world and the people expect from you, remember you have all the right to be free. You have all the right to do what you want, as long as it makes your heart happy and it is right for you. Even if the world is against it, just remember what matters is not what the world, or what the people expect from you. . .” She reached out to hold Kyungsoo’s hand, as she pulled him to walk beside her, not letting him go as she squeezed the small of his palm to soothe him and keep him calm.

 

“What matters most? Is that you have all the right, and the freedom to be happy Kyungsoo. Because you deserve it. We all deserve it.” She looked onto her side, giving Kyungsoo her brightest smile, teeth out, small crescent eyes, loving and trusting. She was an angel, as Kyungsoo would want to call her, despite what had happened between them, between her and Chanyeol, she still managed to forgive and forget, she still had the power to tell Chanyeol how much she still cares and will continue to support him in his decisions along the way.

 

‘Chanyeol must be really lucky to have a friend like her.’

 

‘But she’s really being too nice. . .’

 

‘Isn’t that a bad thing?’

 

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Kyungsoo’s POV:

 

It’s been 30 minutes since we’ve been sitting on the marbled bench at the back garden.

 

I feel like I’m gonna rot from the deafening silence.

 

I looked at her from left; she was contentedly scanning the environment as she continued to sip her caramel macchiato that she happily wanted me to pick for her. I looked down to the cup of mocha that I was holding, already lukewarm and untouched.

 

I feel like I need to chill.

 

I mean Kyungsoo, you need to CHILL.

 

You’ve been having the same thoughts over and over again.

 

I shook my head lightly, trying to push the thought away, even the memory of what happened that weekend. It was all too much, too many.

 

Too fast.

 

But isn’t loving someone not about how long you have had feelings for him?

 

It just comes. . .

 

Right?

 

“Kyungsoo?” I slightly flinched; I was this close to actually spilling my coffee when I felt warm hands on my shoulder. I sighed heavily, realizing that I was away from my thoughts yet again. I was thinking too much about Chanyeol know, how he is right now? Has he eaten? Has he even been doing his duties and such?

 

I am supposed to be mad at him right?

 

Why am I even worried or concerned about him?

 

Why do I even bother think about him?

 

Care about him?

 

But well. . .

 

It’s been a while though, since I actually saw Chanyeol.

 

We haven’t been talking ever since.

 

Our rides to school were always separate. And we were never on the same car.

 

We don’t even see each other when we go to sleep.

 

Or wake up in the morning.

 

I always hear from Jongdae that he would usually sleep at his study room.

 

But would still get time to go inside our room just to check up on me when I am sleeping.

 

Chanyeol. . .

 

I really really miss –

 

HELL NO.

 

Cut the thought out Kyungsoo.

 

Cut. It.

 

“Sorry. I really am.”

 

“No worries, it’s fine. But are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” She was hesitant to ask, I can tell. She was biting her lower lip; her brows furrowed and wasn’t really looking at me. I knew she understood the meaning of privacy and personal matters, but hey who am I to keep her from this? She knows Chanyeol pretty well than I do anyways.

 

 “Ahhh well. . . it’s – ”

 

“It’s about Chanyeol, is it?”

 

She can read me too well.

 

But there wasn’t any other problem I had ever since. It was always Chanyeol anyways.

 

And it would always be Chanyeol.

 

My heart. I hate you.

 

“Yeah. . . Chanyeol. . .” I whispered his name faintly, my eyes never leaving the sight of my unfinished or still a cup full of coffee. I have been bringing this heavy feeling for the past three days and even as I wanted to actually try and vent it out to Sehun or even Jongdae, I know I can’t and I don’t have the will to do it.

 

Because what makes me hurt the most is that I am starting to fear trust.

 

Trusting people.

 

I feel so damaged after what happened, after I knew the reason why Baekhyun would trade our friendship for just his jealousy over me and the Prince.

 

And even how Chanyeol lied to me, it made me think that they don’t even deserve a speck of my trust anymore.

 

I can’t even build my courage to even try and trust anyone anymore.

 

“Is this about you and Baekhyun?” Her question shook me, I can feel my eyes suddenly widen, I abruptly looked up to face her, my mouth was agape and I can really tell I look a bit outraged.

 

“How did you know that?”

 

“I knew. I knew this day would come. Don’t worry, Chanyeol didn’t tell me anything.” She shrugged, as if this topic wasn’t really that important or wasn’t really vital to me. She didn’t know how much pain in caused me, how it actually made me feel like I was so worthless in Chanyeol’s life, how it made me conclude that I was just being used for Chanyeol’s own advantage.

 

“But I mean, how did you know about this? I am sorry for doubting you but. . .”

 

“It’s fine Kyungsoo. I saw you last weekend, you were running out of the gates. I was in school because I had to deal with father’s contract for the scholarship in this University that time, and I saw you running off from the second floor.”

 

“Oh.” Was my only reply to her explanation. I couldn’t say anything more since I was honestly blocked from all of my common sense and whatever sanity I had left that time, and all I could ever think of was the pain and the tears that were squeezing the life out of my heart.

 

“I was supposed to run after you, but then when you got out of the gates, I saw Chanyeol walking by alongside with Baekhyun in teary-eyed as well. And that’s where I guess, I knew.” She placed her finally empty cup of coffee at the end of the bench, as she comfortably then placed her hands on top of her lap. She has always kept her poise, making me feel to insecure that I don’t even apply the “Royal Positions and Gestures” that the teachers and the Elders had taught me in the Palace.

 

“How did you know about Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s relationship?” I was suspicious now, I couldn’t believe that even Ho Jung knows about this. My heart was feeling a bit uneasy, an ache perhaps, my heart was making a weird beats.

 

Am I even anxious?

 

Even I, as the fiancé, doesn’t even know this.

 

Me, who is even the fiancé doesn’t know about this.

 

How cool is that?

 

Well anyway, I am nothing to him anyways.

 

I am JUST a fiancé.

 

So, I don’t have the RIGHT to know anyways.

 

“Well, they began to be in a relationship since they were senior high students, and I was there to witness all of it.” She looked a bit worried, her face drawing a feel of guilt telling me this. She bit her lip again, one of her mannerisms, and probably she is feeling a bit bad that she had to reveal this at a very late time.

 

But then I can’t blame her, we just became friends and we aren’t really that close.

 

And I can’t blame her for knowing these things.

 

She is Chanyeol’s best friend too.

 

And I probably think Chanyeol tell everything to her.

 

But what am I to him?

 

Well, there’s your answer Kyungsoo.

 

Nothing.

 

“So they’ve been loving each other for so long huh?” I scoffed, looking away from Ho Jung, or practically trying my best to actually to not let myself feel hurt.

 

I don’t even have the ing right to feel hurt.

 

Get yourself together Kyungsoo.

 

I can feel my eyes begin to brim with tears, but then again I will not permit myself to do so, I tried to stop it in any way from falling.

 

“So, I was basically just the reason why I broke their relationship.” I can feel my throat become sore, I can feel my head heavy, and my eyes blurring out because of the tears forcing to be out. I can’t and I couldn’t help but feel so unwanted, so empty.

 

I feel so alone.

 

“Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, no. Please understand Chanyeol.” Ho Jung was trying to make me feel better, her gentle voice was trying to soothe me at least, and it did give out a good result even.

 

But no.

 

It’s still there.

 

Oh, well, is this really how it feels when you fall in love?

 

Ugh.

 

I want to scrape my heart off and never let it fall for anyone.

 

“Understand? What do you mean understand? Understand that he has to lie to me? Understand that he has to hide these things to me? Understand that he has to keep his reputation and ‘Royal-ness’ intact and not stained? I am the fiancé, am I not?!” I was mad, my heart was going to burst itself off soon if I don’t give these emotions of mine a chance to let it out. I screamed a bit, startling Ho Jung at the sudden outburst of mine. I stopped for a while, looking at her in the eye and how she was a bit terrified at what I have done.

 

“I – I’m sorry. . .”

 

“No, no. I am supposed to be the one sorry. I got a bit shocked at your sudden anger, but I can’t blame you for not getting angry at him.” She took my hand, held it tight in between both of hers, as she looked at me in the eye, wanting me to try and understand what she wants to say about Chanyeol.

 

That jerk.

 

To think I would believe everything that he will ever say?

 

Hell no.

 

HELL NO.

 

Instead of gazing her eye to eye, I refused, lowering my head as I tried to stop my eyes from making more tears, because I already know I was evidently crying in front Ho Jung now, even though I would clearly deny it.

 

Even his small whispers the moment I left the room.

 

Those few words. . .

 

Those words he never knew I heard.

 

“You don’t. . .

 

But I do.

 

I love you.”

 

No.

 

I won’t fall for it.

 

I will never believe in it.

 

He lied for too long and too much for even me to believe what Ho Jong has to say about what he said to her.

 

I am tired of trying to trust him.

 

I know in my heart and mind I tried the past few days to lighten up and look into the bright side, telling myself to give him another chance because everyone deserves second chances in life, right?

 

But I just really can’t.

 

Yet.

 

Probably not now.

 

Or not ever.

 

But maybe.

 

Just maybe.

 

I could try to forgive him.

 

Somehow.

 

The pain is still fresh to me.

 

And I can’t get myself to forgive someone who has scarred me.

 

Slowly.

 

And painfully.

 

“Please, Kyungsoo listen to me just this once? Chanyeol did that, he didn’t tell you, yes, but he never lied to you. He hid the secret because he was scared you might think he was playing with you and Baekhyun’s feelings. But no. Kyungsoo, understand that a few days before I saw you running out the school gates and that same day when he met up with Baekhyun. . .” She tried to cup my cheeks to face her, to look at her. She was serious this time, her stare reek of determination to tell me something. To tell me of the truth that I never knew and that only she and Chanyeol knew.

 

“All those days that he wasn’t with you, wasn’t because he and Baekhyun were always together to have some sweet time, no that wasn’t it. I was there, Kyungsoo. I was with Chanyeol the whole time.”

 

“What do you mean you were with him the whole time?”

 

“He had a deal with Baekhyun. Baekhyun was too obsessed over Chanyeol, asking him to meet him almost every day. And if Chanyeol would not comply, he is going to announce their relationship upfront in the Palace, in front of his parents. Everyone. . .”

 

Why do I feel like I suddenly have the need to not punch Chanyeol any longer?

 

Why do I have the sudden need to actually punch the out of Baekhyun now?!

 

“. . .In front of you even, Kyungsoo. Chanyeol desperately wanted to tell you about this, ever since the beginning, but much to his dismay, he had to keep his mouth shut, because warned him that if he does he was going to let out that Chanyeol was trying to use you just so he could get close to Baekhyun all the time.”

 

That sick motherer.

 

So he was the suspect of all this.

 

I knew very well, as I have read some of the writings of the Elders on my free time during the weekends that a Royal is prohibited and is not allowed to have any romantic, mutual or ual feelings towards a son or daughter of an Elder. It is punishable by death, exile or even worse, being disowned by the Royal Family themselves. Baekhyun was already in checkmate ever since. And he knew he had no escape to let Chanyeol even stay or love him back.

 

So he just had to threat him.

 

Bribe him even.

 

He was the reason why Chanyeol looked so pale everytime he tried to tell me he didn’t want to accompany me or go with me to school.

 

No wonder Chanyeol couldn’t even look at me in the eye all the time, trying to avoid telling me all these things.

 

Because of Byun Baekhyun.

 

My best friend.

 

Best friend.

 

What a sad, desperate motherer.

 

“W-Wait a minute, so Baekhyun was threatening Chanyeol all along?” My eyes widened even more than the usual, I backed off a bit, letting my hand go from Ho Jung’s hold. I looked down, around, and elsewhere where I could actually try to calm my nerves down because this was even more twisted than I expected it to be. I was mad, no, I was going to burst into more tears, not because of what Chanyeol did –

 

But because of what Baekhyun did.

 

He caused the misunderstanding between Chanyeol and me.

 

He was the reason why I can’t even look at Chanyeol the way he was anymore.

 

Why are doing this Baekhyun?

 

Why are you trading out friendship over this?

 

“This was what Chanyeol was trying to tell you Kyungsoo. I was there, all the time, I was there trying to help Chanyeol and explain the conflicts of things with Baekhyun. But Baekhyun won’t stop, Kyungsoo. He won’t until he can have Chanyeol for himself.” Ho Jung was now brushing her bangs up, the creases on her forehead was visible, as if the memory of what Baekhyun did caused her even more damage, the same as I am going through right now.

 

I should’ve let Chanyeol explain that day.

 

I should’ve let him speak, to make me understand, to make me know what really happened.

 

Now, I actually feel guilty for not giving him a chance.

 

“I can’t believe this. . .” I had no words left to explain what had happened, or what I’ve even heard from her. I looked back and gazed at her in the eye one more time, assuring myself that what she said was really true.

 

I need more assurance.

 

I need more.

 

I want to know if this is really true.

 

“Tell me then. . . Tell me, if Chanyeol was already trying to break up with Baekhyun, and was trying his best to please the other. What did he even bribe Baekhyun in return?” In every threat, I know Chanyeol was clever enough to make small negotiations at least. He was a Prince, and for the past months I was with him, scanning and observing him on his interviews, meetings and whatnot, I know he was a quick thinker, smart enough to surpass anyone who would want to beat him, despite his dopey, half-assed, and one of a kind personality.

 

There should be something, something he must have made Baekhyun do.

 

Otherwise, it just really means he had to let go of Baekhyun and to forcefully pursue me because I was his fiancé.

 

“There were two things he bribed the latter when everything was over. They gave themselves a deadline for the deal, and that deadline was the day you saw them. That was the day they broke up. Although I left them to talk about it alone, and Chanyeol had told me that I wasn’t needed anymore.”  

I nodded, listening to her every word, trying to sink everything in, making myself clearly understand the big picture behind what kept Chanyeol from telling it, from hiding it from me.

 

“He bribed two things, one to get the Royal Ring Band back to Chanyeol, because he was going to give it to you, which is rightfully yours. . .” She stopped for a while, getting herself some fresh air as she inhaled deeply. A smile formed on her face, a hopeful smile, making me raise an eyebrow with much curiosity.

 

“What are you smiling about?”

 

“I know you are just asking me because you are a bit suspicious and doubting, but you know what his last bribe was?”

 

Stop it with the questions and the cut offs, please do tell me now.

 

I am sorry but my heart needs answer and I am pretty much desperate already.

 

I am gonna say this once but I am not saying this again in the future –

 

Please, for the love of kimchi, stop being a ing cliffhanger Ho Jung.

 

“He told Baekhyun that once this was over, he would stop bothering the both of you, and that he will never try to destroy you and his relationship with you. . . and. . .”

 

“And what?”

 

Okay Kyungsoo, your impatience is showing.

 

Please do calm the down.

 

“And that he wants, well in his very words that ‘to please stop and never bother me while I try to love my Kyungsoo.’”

 

. . .

 

. . .

 

You have anything to say Kyungsoo?

 

Anything?

 

None, huh?

 

Fool.

 

I was left silent. My mouth was visibly open and agape, as if I was this close to actually jump off a cliff from sudden happiness? I feel kind of happy.

 

And mind you, I won’t lie.

 

But my heart actually skipped a beat.

 

“Hey? Kyungsoo? Are you still there?” Ho Jung was waving her hand at my face now, practically noting that I was actually gaping so wide an actual fly might get into it and make me swallow.

 

“Whu-What? What?” I was in a daze, blinking my eyes and clearing my head. From a moment there I thought I was just gonna be soon buried below the ground, six feet even, but now I just feel like my head is floating somewhere in the clouds where I shouldn’t really do.

 

“You’re smiling on your own now? Are you okay?” She giggled, tilting her head and laughing fully with joy as if I was some kind of a laughing tock to her.

 

I was smiling?

 

Unconsciously?

 

Wow, Kyungsoo have you actually been this crazy ever since I first time feel in love with someone?

 

And much to my surprise, I fell in love with the most despised person I ever met.

 

Chanyeol.

 

I love Chanyeol.

 

I’ll be really honest with this now.

 

And I have to tell him.

 

At least.

 

If I don’t feel like being a stubborn in front of him.

 

“Beeeeeeeeeppppppppp!!!!! Beeeeepppppp!!!! Beeeppppppp!!!!”

 

My phone suddenly rang, which shook the both of us, which made me and Ho Jung laugh even harder.

 

“Answer it for a while and stop daydreaming.” Ho Jung patted my back, feeling a bit giddy and happy now that she had finally told me the truth about this.

 

I have a feeling that Ho Jung is the type of someone who can be clearly amazing.

 

I shouldn’t have judged her before because of her actions.

 

She feels comfortable around.

 

I should try to get to know her and hang out with her often.

 

“Hello?” I placed my phone immediately on my ear, stopping my laughter for a moment to answer the call.

 

“Ya, Kyungsoo-ya~!!! Where are you right now?” The voice was loud, and a bit high-pitched, and it belonged to none other than the one and only Kim Jongdae.

 

“I am at the back garden now, what is it that you want?” I chirped, answering the valet with a lot more enthusiasm than that usual.

 

I don’t really know right now but –

 

I am actually pretty excited to see Chanyeol right now.

 

Calm down, Kyungsoo.

 

Calm your heart.

 

“Ohhh? You sound a bit energetic today huh? Anyways, I am here at the school gates, you said you wanted to get fetched?”

 

Remind me that I actually forgot that I texted Jongdae to pick me up at school to take me home.

 

“Ahh yes, right. I called you to fetch me because even as happy as I am right now; I am clearly, having a huge headache.” I tried to dramatically act like I have one, my voice making it sore, placing my hand in my forehead and making a grunt. As if Jongdae can see what I was doing right now.

 

“You are such a bad liar.” Ho Jung mouthed out. Motioning her arms into an ‘X’ sign and was laughing in a hushed tone.

 

“Ohhh goody-good, look what we have here, it seems like you and your lovely fiancé are really a wonderful pair.” I can distinguish a sudden change at the valet’s tone, probably mocking me and sarcastically teasing me about the headache and Chanyeol.

 

Wait what?

 

Chanyeol?

 

What happened to him?

 

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Not funny, Dae. What is wrong and what has that jerk been doing and what is with that sarcasm?” I asked as if I didn’t care, as if I was still feeling bad about what happened between me and Chanyeol, making my tone even more dramatically sarcastic than what he did earlier.

 

“Oh right, you don’t know since you both are actually away from each other for the past days, uhm, Chanyeol is having a fever.” Jongdae clearly stated, saying it as if it was the most normal thing that could ever happen to Chanyeol.

 

Wait a minute.

 

Sick.

 

Sick?

 

. . .

 

Hold the up.

 

WHAT?!

 

SICK?!

 

Chanyeol is sick?!!!

 

“W-Wait what? Chanyeol is having a fever?” Immediately my tone shifted from ‘I don’t really care’ to an actual ‘I am worried and I need to give two s about this’ kind of voice, as I looked at Ho Jung, mouthing that Chanyeol was sick. She giggled to me after, giving me a thumbs up and mothing a ‘Now’s your chance’ kind of motivation, giving her quick nod and then focusing back to the phone call.

 

“Well he began having it last Monday, and like he hadn’t gotten proper sleep and hasn’t been eating for days because he was busy and looks sad or depressed and practically needs to get jammed by a hammer because he is being a hard-head and won’t even listen to me.” Jongdae seemed like he was being chill about this, like it was some kind of pep talk to him or something.

 

NO.

 

THIS IS NOT SOME KIND OF PEP ING TALK.

 

I am in actual panic right now.

 

I need to go home.

 

And fast.

 

As in NOW.

 

“He is being stubborn and didn’t drink any meds? Does his parents know? Anyone?” I stood up from the bench, placing my back at my hand using my free hand as I looked even more worried and in panic than I ever was before.

 

“His parents doesn’t even know. He’s been keeping it to himself and me. He attended school two days ago and now he looks like a total wreck and couldn’t even have the strength to get up.”

 

I looked back at Ho Jung, searching her eyes to what I can do. She smiled to me and whispered a simple ‘Go’, giving me a quick nod, before I did the same.

 

“I’ll be at the gate, Dae, my head is turning up really bad, I’ll be there in a jiff.” Was my last reply to the valet before I turned my phone off and placed it away into my pockets.

 

“I gotta go. Chanyeol is sick and – ”

 

“Don’t panic. It’s alright, Kyungsoo. He need you right now.” Ho Jung gave one of her sweetest smiles once again, opening her arms for a hug, as I dove in and embraced her wholeheartedly.

 

“It’s okay, that’s love.” She said as she patted my back once again before breaking the hug and looking at me with caring eyes.

 

“Now go ~ You got a giant to take care of.” She smirked, teasing me a bit before I mouthed to her a small ‘Thanks’, and went on my way, running and rushing off to the school gates.

 

I have never felt this nervous before.

 

And I have never felt this conscious about my feelings in my entire life before.

 

Never in my very existence have I actually tried and risk my own self for the sake of others.

 

For the sake of someone I really love.

 

I’m coming Chanyeol, just wait for me.

 

I’ll be there for you, as promised.

 

I won’t leave you.

 

Every breathe I hitch, every step I ran into the school, I know that what I am going to go through will actually be worth it.

 

I know this will be worth it.

 

Because I know it’s okay.

 

It’s okay, it’s love.

 

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Author’s Notes:

HEYYY GUYYSSS ~ And as promised ~ Here is an update for all of youuu ~ ^^ <3

Sorry for the late update though. I had to actually edit the last parts of the story, I wasn’t really satisfied ;;;; and I wasn’t really happy with the end. It was different compared to know.

And see the KDrama Reference? Lolol the dialogues at the end are the title of Kyungsoo’s Drama, where he was with Jo In Sung XD

I loved that drama you know, Kyungsoo was really good in there ~ ^ w ^

Anyways, I hope you will enjoy this update, and I’ll be updating probably on a Saturday ~ Or Friday depends if I can finish this ~

And and another update ~ ^^

I am working on the Christmas gift I am gonna give you guys on Christmas ~ <3

So stay tuned ~ ^ w ^ <3

Anyways Enjoy Reading and Happy Holidays * ^^ *

*Puing-puing ~ ^^*