“Baekhyun!” Baekhyun could feel his whole body being pushed out of the bed as he rolled against the soft covers. “Baek, get up. Old man Park is calling us in the dining room.” It was Jongin who had pushed Baekhyun to the edge of the bed, almost giving him a heart attack as he drifted to the edge. “Alright.” He said, still half-asleep as he ruffled his hair and headed for the bathroom.

All 6 of them had gathered in the dining area for breakfast, Sehun and Luhan joining them soon after a phone call. “Oh, how are you Luhan?” Yixing joked, looking at Luhan’s crotch. Both boys stared at the now cracking up Yixing and Jongin, still unaware of the fact that they heard.

“That’s enough, let’s have breakfast.” Grandpa said as he came out from the kitchen, wearing his usual Korean hanbok, now in navy green. “You two, come on and sit down.” Servers started pouring out from the kitchen, each placing a fully cooked meal in front of each boy. It was probably only Baekhyun and Sehun who was downright flabbergasted, whilst the others looked bored as each plate came out.

“Close your mouth.” Luhan snapped at Sehun, who was sitting across him. Sehun immediately put his lips together, shame covering his face. Baekhyun, on the other hand, was still amaze at the amount of food they were going to have for breakfast. “Alright.” Grandpa said as he cleared his throat. “I called you all here to announce… my retirement.”

All the boys stopped what they were doing and quickly turned to the old man. “What?!” Kris shouted, slamming his hand into the table. He couldn’t care to be polite now, after hearing such an absurd statement. “What are you saying?! You can’t retire now!” He added, flame rising in his eyes.

All the boys had their attention to the fuming Kris, knowing they had no power to calm him down. “Now, Kris. I’m old and I can’t take care of 4 establishments at once, so I’m going to retire from at least three. I’ll continue being the chairman of the school since it’s the easiest one, but the other three I’m going to have to give up.” The old man said as he picked at the omelet on his plate.

“Who are you going to give them to?! Mr. Park and Mrs. Park are still somewhere out there, and you know well enough not to hand such a big responsibility to Chanyeol!” Kris blurted out. He paused for a while, and cleared his throat. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” He said as he avoided Chanyeol’s gaze.

“It’s alright, Kris. I know my parents are MIA, but I know they’re fine.” Chanyeol said as he twirled the cup around on the table. “Well, I’m sorry Kris but that’s what I’m going to do.” The attention was now back to Grandpa, all eyes widening. Baekhyun couldn’t quite understand anything that was happening, frowning as they went on. Sehun didn’t really care, and went on about eating his meal.

“That’s why I’m sending Chanyeol to America to ready to take over the company. I don’t want incompetence, and I know Chanyeol isn’t ready for such responsibility. But, he is all I have now and if I don’t put him up to it soon, the economy will plummet.” Baekhyun swallowed, Economy will plummet? Chanyeol in America?

There was silence, tension filling the room as the news settled in. Baekhyun slowly lifted his head to look at Chanyeol, showing an expression that he had never seen him pull. “Chanyeol?” Baekhyun wanted to get rid of that expression, it looked horrible on him. It was an expression of surprise, fear, confusion, and anger all fused into one.

“It’s really up to Chanyeol’s decision if he’d want to do it, but I really advise you take it up, Chan. I am old now, and you’ll have to do it sooner or later. I called you all to tell you since you are all the sons of my stockholders.” He sighed as he tried his best to grab a lone pea on his plate.

“I…” Chanyeol spoke up, the same expression still marked on his face. He shot up his head and looked Baekhyun directly in the eyes, searching for something. They sat there for a few minutes, staring at each other. Baekhyun felt awkwardness flush him down, him breaking away from the gaze and returned to poking the baked potatoes that rolled around his plate. Don’t go, he mentally said, hoping Chanyeol could hear.

The others had just looked at Chanyeol, faces confused.

Don’t go.

Don’t go.

Don’t go.

“A-Alright, I’ll go.”

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Baekhyun awkwardly shifted in his bed after the blaring sounds from his alarm clock interrupted his pleasant slumber. “God damn it.” He said as he lifted himself up and grabbed the clock, slamming his fist on the snooze button. He stretched his arms and walked towards his closet, gathering his female school uniform and stuffing it into his school bag.

He had reached out for the male uniform and walked to the bathroom, hair messy from bed. He hopped into the shower and began to get ready for school.

He silently walked towards the establishment, shortly after Sehun called out his name. “Baekhyun!” He said, jogging up to Baekhyun’s pace. “Your wig is crooked.” Sehun chuckled, shifting Baekhyun’s wig slightly to the right. “Oops, sorry. I didn’t pay that much attention to the mirror this morning.” Baekhyun said as he brought his hands up to his head, aligning it properly.

Sehun gave out an exasperated sigh as Baekhyun fidgeted. “Baekhyun, it’s alright. He’s going to come back soon, so don’t worry.” Sehun said as he placed his hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder. “I know it’s going to be a bit boring without the giant towering behind you, but it’s going to be alright.” He hooked his arm around Baekhyun’s dragging him to school as the boy remained quiet.

It’s been a month since Chanyeol left, and Baekhyun couldn’t help but feel incredibly depressed without the boy. He withdrew from school and left, just like that. They had all gathered at the airport that day he left, awkwardly exchanging goodbyes. He actually hadn’t properly said goodbye, just giving him a long tight hug, a weary smile and a weak wave. Chanyeol didn’t seem to enjoy what he was about to face, but Baekhyun couldn’t do anything about it.

It’s the pressure of living in a rich family, you’ll have to carry on your parent’s/grandparent’s success. You don’t get your own path, and you already build a name for yourself at a young age.

Baekhyun couldn’t help but feel a bit miserable. He really did love the big idiot, and his presence mattered the most to him. “He didn’t even finish the rest of the semester…” He pouted, regretting that he hadn’t had a more meaningful goodbye. “I don’t know what that old man is thinking.” Tao said as he put up his legs to his table, routinely hitting the back of Baekhyun’s head.

“He specifically brought the two of you into this school so one of you could be Chanyeol’s future partner, and he got one he wanted since Baekhyun took up the role. And then now he chooses to separate you?” He added as he brought out his phone from his bag.

“What?” Baekhyun turned his head to face Tao. Tao had realized what he blurted out loud, and almost dropped his phone. “I-I mean, uh, uh…” Jongin slapped his forehead, unable to accept that someone like Tao could be so dense. “Yeah, what he said is true. He told us after we all met him at school that day, and said not to tell you or else you’d bail.” Jongin said as he leaned against his chair.

“Not like you’d bail, Baekhyun.” Tao tried his best to make up for it. Baekhyun just quietly turned back to his desk, still unable to fully soak up the whole reason he was there. “Ew, so I was a candidate?” Sehun said with pure disgust. “Oh come on, don’t think you weren’t grateful.” Jongin said as he nudged the boy from behind. He just looked at him, an innocent face surfacing.

Baekhyun felt even more betrayed, and a lot more remorseful. He hadn’t properly said goodbye, and the next time he’s going to Chanyeol is 4-5 years from now. He sighed and flipped through his english textbook, hoping that Chanyeol would burst through the door.

And he did. Chanyeol appeared through the door, black skinny pants, white dress shirt and a black coat. He was wide-eyed, sweaty and twitchy, earnestly searching the boy in the room. All the students had their attention to the tall, sweaty boy, all surprised at his sudden appearance.

When Chanyeol finally found him, he trudged his way through the desks and grabbed the boy’s arm, dragging him out of the classroom.

“Chanyeol?! What are you doing here?” Chanyeol hadn’t said a word, just aimlessly dragging Baekhyun up the stairs until they reached the rooftop. They both stood there, the wind blowing through their clothes, Baekhyun trying his best to awkwardly put down the skirt as the wind blew it up.

Chanyeol noticed this and removed his coat, walked towards Baekhyun and knotted it around Baekhyun’s waist, weighing down the skirt. He was so close that Baekhyun could feel his heartbeat pound throughout his own body. Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun’s waist and drew him closer, closing and gap between them.

“Baekhyun…” Baekhyun felt himself melt; it’s been a month since he’s heard this voice. “Baekhyun… Marry me.” 

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Oh my god this chapter so bad i'm so sorry sooooooooo I said I was going to end it in the next 9 or 10 chapters yeah well i'm ending it in the next chapter (surprise!)

Yeah i'm sorry I kind of started writing BOT2 and I really like it so far so I'm going to end this early so as to give way to that one :-( I'm sorry the ending will probably so bad but i'll make up for it with the sequel huhu if you actually enjoyed my story i'm sorry i abruptly ended it it's because i'm not really a highschool fiction writer :(

I'm sorry again if I end it a bit too early!!!!! 

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