Tables were turned.

That was what Baekhyun thought as he cut he steak with all his might while he had his eyes fixated on Chanyeol.

On the other hand, Chanyeol was slicing the steak gracefully.

“Here, Yerin-ssi.”

Chanyeol smiled as he passed the plate to Yerin-ssi.

“Thank you.”

Yerin smiled and blushed.

Of course, Baekhyun was furious and jealous at the same time.

The way he sliced his steak showed his emotions.

Chanyeol just looked up at him, for a second or so, and turned his attention back to his steak.

“So, Chanyeol, do you have any girlfriend at the moment?”

Mr Byun asked, with a smile on his face.

“No.”

Chanyeol replied.

Baekhyun almost shove his steak away when he heard what Chanyeol said.

No?

Baekhyun felt happy and yet angry.

Happy that Chanyeol did not have any girlfriend, which meant Chanyeol might be still in love with him.

Angry because Chanyeol, that dumb kid, might knew that father was going to match make him and Yerin-ssi together and yet replied that.

That dumb kid.

Baekhyun held on his utensils tightly.

“Good, good.”

Mr Byun laughed.

✈

“Thank you for the dinner.”

Yerin said as she bowed.

“Goodbye.”

“Goodbye. Please do come again.”

Both Mr Byun and Chanyeol’s mother smiled.

Yerin blushed as she greeted Chanyeol and Baekhyun goodbye.

Finally.

Baekhyun thought as he stormed back to his room.

He opened his door and dived into his bed.

Damn all the emotions he had.

Chanyeol walked in quietly behind Baekhyun and closed the door behind him.

He then walked to his side of the room, opening his wardrobe to take a clean set of clothing.

Baekhyun sat up from his bed.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Baekhyun asked.

Chanyeol remained quiet as he took the clothing out from his wardrobe.

“I say, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?”

Baekhyun said again, but louder.

Chanyeol just closed his wardrobe, turned around and look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Why is that Yerin in our house?”

Baekhyun asked.

“Why is father so eager to match-make you guys?

You told him that you wanted a girlfriend? Huh?

Are you that desperate?”

Chanyeol remained silent and looked down at his clothes.

“YOU REALLY WANT A GIRLFRIEND, DON'T YOU?!

SO DESPERATE TO HAVE ONE?!”

Baekhyun yelled.

Chanyeol still remained silent and that angered Baekhyun.

“FINE. GO DATE OR MARRY WHOEVER YOU WANT!”

Baekhyun yelled.

Baekhyun stood up and left the room, not forgetting to slam the door shut.

Chanyeol was still standing at the position.

“What do you expect me to do?”

Chanyeol muttered.

✈

The truth.

His mother was manipulating everything.

Chanyeol was being summoned back to Korea a few days ago.

“Look, it will be better if either one of you marry the daughter of that company.

That will enhance our relationship between them.”

His mother then sighed.

“Baekhyun is a famous artist right now. It is the best not to have any commitments for him. So…”

“So, you want me to marry Yerin-ssi?”

Chanyeol continued the sentence for his mother.

His mother looked at Chanyeol with a serious expression.

“Yes. It’s not like you don’t have a choice. You can choose not to marry her.”

His mother paused but continued again.

“But you have to remember, who supported you to have the opportunity to study overseas, who willing to accept you as a son when you’re not his...”

Chanyeol could felt a tinge of pain at his chest.

Those words were like sharp knifes, stabbing right into Chanyeol’s heart.

Right. Those were the truth.

Mother was right.

“Yes, I know what to do.”

Chanyeol smiled towards his mother.

“Mother….”

“Good. Hope that you really know what to do.”

His mother said and walked out of the study room.

As the moment his mother walked out, Chanyeol felt dizzy.

He quickly held on to the shelf nearby to stable himself.

Chanyeol then smirked.

Is this why I am born into this world?

He thought.

Am I born to become a burden?

A tool?

Chanyeol smiled sadly.

He knew he did not have a choice to choose.

What was the point for mother to tell him all those?

Chanyeol wiped those tears away from his cheeks.

Right.

Repay.

“That is what I am going to do.”