Where was she? Why did she leave the dorms? Why did she leave with him? This was my fault. I didn't get her text on time and I missed her. All because I couldn't be a complete jerk to Sunny. I wasn't like that. She annoyed me yes, she was aggrivating, yes. But I just couldn't be mean. When I didn't get to see Chaerae earlier I blew up in her face. But it was all my fault. I should have just left right away. 

 

KEVIN P.O.V.

 

I pounded on the door in frustration. Why did she run from me!? She used to run to me! I groaned out loud and continued to pound my fists on the door where I knew the girl I cared for and loved was cowering behind. I could hear gentle sobs and gasps of breath through the door. Why was she afraid? All I wanted was to kiss her, to kiss the way we used to. To be able to say that the beautiful girl in my arms was mine once again. She completed me. I'd just been too stupid and hormone driven to realize this in the first place. She made me smile when I was in no mood to. She could make me laugh over the smallest thing. She could tease me so badly that I wanted her to no end. Her attraction to Asian culture was what intrigued me as well. She'd been learning Japanese all by herself and had even started trying to learn Mandarin Chinese. It was incredible that she attempted to achieve so much. Not only that, she could sing. And sing beautifully. He voice lulled me to sleep and made my heart race with the emotion she put into her singing. She sang to me one day, the first time she ever sang for anyone, and I fell in love with her even more. 

 

Her dancing... Oh god her dancing. I had only seen it only twice. The first was a few months after we broke up. She had a habit of dancing to the song she was listening to and I had watched her move as she walked with her best friend Danielle to class. That day she never left my mind. The second time was at our schools annual talent show. She was dancing in a group that included Sara, Kristan, Danielle, Daisy, and two other girls. The hip hop was choreographed by her, where the contemporary choreography was done by Sara. It was quite a contrast on stage. The flowing movements by Sara, which were a bit awkward since she was so shy, were outshone by Michelle's precise and fluid movements. I could remember her dragging my eye every time she moved. Even when she was in the back or to the far side, I watched her. It was like she had seduced me. And I was happy with that. I'm a terrible person. 

 

"Michelle... Please come out of there... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." I begged into the door and slumped down so that I was kneeling. It became silent and all I could hear was the sound of Michelle's phone ringing. She answered it only after a second and her voice shook. 

 

"Chanyeol..." Silence. Why was he calling!? Oh that's right... He's her boyfriend now. 

 

"I-I'm okay... I'm not hurt. It's Kevin... I will explain when you get here." I heard my name. Was she talking about me to him? 

 

"Yes, you're only a block away. Please hurry..." After that she was silent, save for the occasional sniffle. After just a minute I heard the sound of the security system beep. Someone was inside. I stood abruptly and made my way to the living room I has been in just previously. My eyes met the sight of the incredibly tall guy I'd seen Chaerae with before. This must be Chanyeol. 

 

"Get. Out. Before. I. Hurt. You." He spoke each word menacingly and the deep sound that was his voice frightened me. How could his face have that voice!! I felt my hands curl into fists as my blood began to boil. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it instead. I'd end up hurting her wouldn't I? I sucked in my breath and grabbed my jacket, keys, and phone. The tall guy kept his eyes fixated on every one of my moves. As I walked to the door he grabbed my collar and pushed me into the wall with such force I lost all the breath I'd had. I coughed roughly an struggled against his grip. "I don't want you coming near her ever again. Go back to America." With that he released me, causing me to fall to the ground. He stepped past me as I struggled to get oxygen into my system once again. 

 

CHAERAE P.O.V.

 

As soon as I heard Chanyeol enter the house I pressed myself against the door of the bathroom. I heard his voice but I couldn't understand what he said. After a bit I heard some rustling and a loud bang. Startled, I fumbled with the door knob and opened the door slowly. What I saw surprised me. Chanyeol had Kevin pressed against the wall with a menacing look in his eyes. It was something I was not used to when it came to my ball of sunshine Chanyeol. Chanyeol mumbled a few words to him but I couldn't hear over my pounding heart. After a second he finally noticed me, his eyes softening as he looked me up and down. In a second he dropped Kevin to the floor and rushed over to me. My eyes were on Kevin as he coughed and slowly stood, leaning against the wall to stand. Then Chanyeol blocked my view. His large, warm, comforting hands gently cupped my face and he turned me around inspecting every part of my body. 

 

As he turned me, I glanced back at Kevin. His eyes met mine, apologizing silently and sending me another message. But what was it? Our eyes stayed locked on each other for what seemed like forever but was probably only about three seconds. 

 

"You aren't hurt? Chaerae... Chaerae!" Chanyeol's gentle shakes and voice snapped my attention away from the retreating Kevin. My eyes met Chanyeol's and I just stared at him for a few seconds. I couldn't speak. What was it that wouldn't let me speak? "Are you hurt anywhere? No? Yes? Please answer me..." He leaned his head forward so it rested on my shoulder where his hands were still tightly clasped. I felt my shoulder grow wet and my eyes widened. Was he crying? Was he this worried? My hand snaked up and my fingers found their way to his curly locks, where they twined themselves. My other hand found its way to his back and pulled him as close as possible. Without knowing, tears streamed down my face and began to collect with his on the cold floor. 

 

"I'm okay..." I choked out the words and that's when I started bawling into his neck. His hands slid down and cradled my waist, one reaching up to strike my head. I could feel his chest heaving, as though he'd been running for miles on end. And his heart pounding, almost causing my head to bounce each time it beat. He began to coo at me, to which I responded by nuzzling his neck. Without warning, he scooped me up into his arms with ease and carried me of to what he believed was my bedroom. I clung to his neck with the little energy I had. As soon as he set me onto the softness that was my bed, I was asleep.