"Let me go you ing !!!" Kyungsoo rips chanyeol off of his lips. The dry kiss has ended in a rush.   Chanyeol furiously let's go of his collar.    "Channie just let him go! Lets just leave." Suho chants from the drive way of the apartment.   "Yeah just go! Go back to naeun, I don't wanna ever see you again. I hate you!" Kyungsoo hits chanyeol with his small fist trying to hurt him indeed he hits back much harder.    "Let him go, stop!" Baekhyun steps forward pulling them apart. "Kyungsoo go inside I'll take you home." Baekhyun pushes his friend towards the complex.    "He's not going anywhere!" Chanyeol tries to reach for kyungsoo again. Only missing because of chen carrying the smaller boy away.    "I said you could come here for one reason, and one reason only. So you could console kyungsoo. You ed up! He needs love not hate, Don't you dare come back here ever again..."      [4 hours later.]   Kyungsoo POV    The ride home was awkwardly dreadful. Baekhyun turned through every radio station just to brighten the mood. Once stopping at my house I gave baekhyun the tightest hug as possible.    13mintues, later in my parents den...   "How was it at baekhyun's house?" My mom quizzes me rubbing my shoulders slowly. I lean back into her chest as she consoles me. " I haven't seen you look this sad since your first day of high school."    "It was fine. Mom I'm gonna go to bed." I sigh.    "Ok." She awaits for me to get up. I stay right there and drop my eyelids falling sleep in my mothers protection.    ...   Chanyeol POV    "Don't ing give me lecture! I'm not even in the mood for it!" I Slam my door behind suho laying flat on my mattress on the floor. Just before he can say anything to me.The pounding in my head takes over my thinking process completely... !!! I'm a ing idiot... A complete ing idiot.    "Are you gonna stay locked behind that door all day?" Suho calmly breaths behind my door.    Oh, why does he have so much patience with me? When the man I love can't even talk to me for one second?    I bite my lip not wanting to blow up at him, It's not even worth it. "No." I respond. Standing up again and opening the door letting him enter my cluttered room.    "Wow your room. Horrible, how?... Never mind." He smiles waving his hand not even wanting to know how my room got like this. "Chanyeol we need to talk..." He sits down on my computer desk spinning around like a careless child.    "What is it? If it's about kyungsoo I don't even..."   "No. It's about us."    What is he talking about?    "What are you talking about?"    "I think it makes perfect sense that you know where I stand with your relationship."    "What, with naeun?" I ask with a quizzical voice. I don't know where he's leading this conversation. He leans back in my chair... And rest his leg on the night stand, running his fingers through his hair.    "Of course not dummy, with kyungsoo." He furrows his brows and leans