I didn't go back to the apartment that night. I just couldn't be anywhere near him or near anything that reminded me of him. It was just too much and I couldn't handle it anymore. The pain in my chest was getting worse with every passing second as my heart broke, dropping little pieces behind in its wake.

It shouldn't have happened? That's all he could say? That "It shouldn't have happened"?  That he was "sorry"? How.. How could he expect me to just forget about something like that.. I mean, was it just me then? Was it all.. just me?

I wanted to cry - to scream - but no tears came, leaving me to fall helplessly into the desolate void that was my heart.

And it hurt too much.

I wandered aimlessly around the city, down dark alley ways and through a park, deep in thought and not caring about where my feet were taking me, the pain in my chest blocking out any reason to feel.

The only thing I wanted to feel was Kris' lips on mine, his soft blonde hair getting tangled between my fingers, the warmth that emanated from his body. I wanted to feel him against me, wrapping me in his lean arms where I fit perfectly. I wanted to go back to that very moment where everything felt right.

But feeling means hurting and even that hurt too much to think about. So why, feel? I didn't want to feel anymore.

When I finally came to my senses, I looked up to find myself in an unfamiliar part of Seoul. The buildings around me had no longer big, bright neon colors illuminating the streets. Here, the luminescent lights were replaced by a few yellowish lightbulbs and rusty poles on old abandoned buildings.

I dug my cellphone out of my pocket to check the time and was surprised to find that it was almost midnight. I was about to call Luhan when a small little box flashed across the screen indicating a low battery. I cursed at myself for not charging it and listening to Luhan when he had told me to do so many times before.

I stuffed the phone back into my pocket, since it was pretty much useless, and walked around searching for the nearest place that seemed safe enough to use a phone. To my dismay, the whole district was filled with nightclubs and a few - if not, all - broken down bars.

On my way into one of the bars - the only one that actually looked close enough to be considered safe - someone bumped into me, shoving my small frame hard into the wall on my right. " Ngh-! " I let out a small whimper as an excruciating pain shot up the length of my right arm. My left hand found my shoulder, offering some sort of comfort when my head shot up and I was looking directly into the eyes of the person who prodded me earlier.

I was face-to-face with a tall, pale man with dark, piercing eyes that made my stomach turn uncomfortably. A 5 o'clock shadow was visible on his stubby face when he stepped back, his whole body now under the strobe light that was hanging above us. I squinted my eyes, taking a moment to study him more closely. The man was dressed in a long, trench coat that reeked strongly of alcohol and cigarette. The foul smell made me scrunch up my nose in disgust.  

" S-Sorry.. " I stuttered. I tried to get into the bar but before I could make it past tinted doors, the creepy old man grabbed me by the arm pinning my back against the cold, brick wall. He glared at me with glazed eyes, the putrid smell from his coat filling my nostrils.

" You should really watch where you're going, little boy. " The man smirked down at me, flashing his yellow - nicotine induced - teeth.

My feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and I stood there petrified by the towering drunk before me. A sick smile pulled at his lips as something like lust filled his eyes.

" Why don't we have a little fun, hm? " The man said, his voice dripping heavily with malevolence.

I glanced around nervously, hoping that a passerby or someone - anyone - would see my distress and help me but unfortunately to my disheartenment, every person that passed by was too absorbed and caught up in their own world to notice anything out of the ordinary.

The man mistook my silence for submission as a stray hand of his s its way up my shirt, his calloused hands brushing against my torso. " --!! " I smacked the man's hand away and tried to shove him off of me but he was too strong and I ended up back where I started, the rough bricks indenting little cuts in my back this time. . I felt so helpless and violated when the older male's hand resumed its path up my body. I looked around desperately searching for something to hit him with but all that was in reach were little pieces of shattered beer glass and trash that littered the hallway-like entrance.

Tears stung at my eyes when suddenly, the man was knocked off of me by a strong blow to his head, leaving me to fall to the ground in shock. My head whipped in the direction of the unknown blow and my eyes immediately fell on a familiar giraffe. He straightened himself up before making his way to me and offering a hand. I squinted at the brunette in front of me, my eyes wide in disbelief as I took a moment to process everything, stray tears sliding down my cheek.

" Ch-Chanyeol.. -?! " I whispered hoarsely, relief washing over me at seeing a familiar face. I took his outstretched hand and got up, eyes drifting back to the old drunk that now lay unconscious on the ground.

" Yeah, i-its me. Are you alright, hyung? I mean, of course you're not b-but.. d-did he hurt you anywhere.. ? " I watched as Chanyeol tripped over his words, not knowing what to say. He sounded both scared and worried. Aish, this happy virus.

" I'm fine, Chanyeol. Just a few scratches here and there. Its no big deal. " I found myself smiling at his nervousness despite what happened, but my smile faltered as I continued on with conviction in my voice, " Thank you, Chanyeol. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't saved me back there. "

The tall male's eyes softened.

" You don't need to thank me, hyung. I'm just glad that you're safe now. Sorry that we couldn't stop him sooner though. Baekhyun and I just spotted you and I ran over here as fast as I could, " He looked down apologetically.

" Why the sad face? You just saved a damsel in distress. You should be proud.  "  I gave him a smile, wiping the stray tears from earlier on sleeve.

" B-but-- "

" Anyway, Baekhyun is here too? " I cut him off in attempt to change the subject.

Chanyeol looked like he was about to say something else but instead opted to go along when he stopped himself, nodding as he stepped aside to reveal a teary-eyed Baekhyun, his smooth, pale face twisted in concern.

" Hyung, you're okay, right? " Baekhyun gawked at me.

I chuckled at the wide-eyed boy.

" Yeah, I'm okay, Baek--! "

Baekhyun encompassed me in a hug before I could finish, making the scratches on my back sting but I ignored the pain as I returned the embrace. We stood there for a full minute before Baekhyun calmed down and let me go.

" So.. " I started. " What are you two doing down here anyway? "

I looked at Chanyeol, waiting for an explanation but he just looked down, his attention focused on his shoes. I raised an eyebrow at Baekhyun who in turn rolled his eyes, any hint of worry now replaced with annoyance.

" Well, we were on our way to this café that had opened up recently and Chanyeol over here said he knew of   'Shortcut' but- " Baekhyun paused to look up at Chanyeol who smiled cheekily as he scratched something at the back of his neck. Baekhyun looked back at me. " Instead of the café, we ended up.. well, here. "

" And its a good thing that we ended up here, or else Lay hyung..." Chanyeol trailed off, not wanting to continue on.

The atmosphere was heavy but after a moment of raw silence, I let out a long sigh before giving them a dimply smile.

" We should probably get out of here.. You guys wouldn't happen to remember the way you came, do you? " I laughed nervously.

" I kind of.. sort of got lost here too. "

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Before we parted ways, I had asked Chanyeol and Baekhyun if they would keep the events of that night a secret and begged them not to tell anyone what had happened, especially Kris. They were reluctant at first but complied with my wishes, bidding me a farewell. I watched as the pair retreated back down the long hallway, Chanyeol grabbing Baekhyun's hand and pulling him close. I caught a glimpse of the blush that creeped onto the shorter boy's face as they rounded the corner, out of sight. I smiled in awe at their innocence before turning around and unlocking the brown door leading into the warm abode.

When I entered the dorm, everyone was already fast asleep in the living room,  limbs and body parts splayed across the length of the wooden floor.

On my way to my room, I couldn't help but notice  the door to Kris' room slightly ajar. The only thing lighting up the small space was a purple night light in the corner, its purple cover casting shadows on his bare walls.

No Kris in sight.

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Two weeks have gone by since that night on the rooftop, two weeks of no explanation from him. 

And soon, I found myself wishing I could forget it just as easily as Kris. It was hard though, since everything in the dorm held some kind of reminder of the tall male. So some days I would stay cooped up in my room under a blanket, unicorn pluhies in hand and sad music blasting in my ears, blocking out everything. Everything that reminded me of him.

Strangely, I hadn't seen him the next day.. or the day after that or the day after that.

And It didn't take a genius to know that he was avoiding me. The new found knowledge settled a weird feeling in my stomach. I found it odd since he lived in the room right across mine and because he was tall and hard to miss but still.. he was doing a pretty damn good job. Where he would go in those early mornings and late nights that he was gone, I wasn't sure but the closest I've come to actually seeing him was when I had woken up way too early for my liking one morning, only briefly catching a glimpse of him on his way out the front door.

He didn't come back that night either.

I was moping around in the kitchen sunday evening, when Luhan charged through the door and tackled me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist. The surprise attack caused me to drop my cup of ramen onto the grey and black tiles, shrimp flavored noodles dispersed messily. " Shoot-- LUHAN! "

" Mm? " The doe-eyed boy stared at me, totally oblivious to the spilled noodles that decorated our kitchen floor.

" Look what you did! " I said, motioning to the ramen.

Luhan looked down at the noodles and then back at me, an innocent look on his face before burying his face in between my shoulder and neck.

I looked at him incredulously. " Are you serious, right now? "

" ... "

" ... "

" ..what? " He whined, his breath sending little tickling sensations down my neck, making me cringe.

Oh, no.

I know what this meant. Luhan had a habit of doting on me every time he had a quandary. Which, in this case, can only mean two things : 1.) He either felt guilty of something or 2.) Was about to make me do something he knew I would object to.

I shook my head knowingly as I eased myself out of his grip and got onto my knees to clean up the mess. " What is it now.. " 

Luhan let out a small whine, a grimace on his face as he leaned back onto the table behind him, rocking back and forth on his heels. " Well, I was thinking.. "

" Well, that's a first. " I snorted. He  punched me in the shoulder teasingly and I laughed, feigning hurt.

" I was thinking, " he continued. " We should all go out. Like, to the movies or something.."

I gave him a weird look before tending back to the wasted food on the floor.

" Oh, don't give me that look, Xing. He will be there too, if it makes you feel any better. "

" If it makes me feel any better? " I suddenly lost it, the thought of Kris igniting a fire in me.  I dropped the noodles that were in my hand back onto the grey tile.

" You really think that seeing that.. that.. jerk will make me feel better? The only thing that would make me feel any better is if he never. Existed. " I snapped at the other. A white rage burned in my chest, wanting to lash out and give that stupid giant a piece of my mind.

Deep, deep down though, I knew I didn't really mean it.

Because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to hate him. He'll always have that over me.. and I hated myself for it.

" Calm down, Xing. What I meant was that this is your chance. He's been avoiding you, right? So this could be your opportunity to confront him. " Luhan said, no hint of playfulness in his voice.

I thought about Luhan's proposal for a few moments considering what he said. I knew this would have come up sooner or later. I was just hoping for 'later'.

But if Kris didn't want to talk about this and resorted to acting like a child then I'll be the one to confont him. I was starting to get sick and tired of his mind games.

" So, "  I said, glancing up to a smug Luhan.

" What movie are we watching? "
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a/n ; ....and more angst. Maybe I should just change this into an angst story instead of romance..? .-. *slapped*

IM SORREHHH! (╥﹏╥)

This is actually a filler chapter tho.. trust me.. there's still more that is gonna happen.. eventually... so please bear with me.... f(^.^;)

ehehehe~ KREASE, YOU MEANIE~ Its okay, xing.. just wait a bit more. ;-;

Alsooooooooooo, How would you guys feel if I wrote a Kaisoo fic? Would you read it? :x

My Kaisoo feels are going Kray-z , right naoooo.

Lolz.

Did you see it.. Did you see what I did there? ;D