Chanyeol

He replaced me. The man I confided in and loved, replaced me. Never in my 22 years of life, had I felt anything the way I did when I was with the king. And to be replaced and pushed aside was a stab in the back. How could he even think about playing with my feelings? I mustered up all of my courage, and stomped over to the Baekhyun’s office. I didn’t even bother knocking on the door, for I was way beyond being polite.            

            “Hi my love-“ 

            “You’re pathetic, you know that?”

            “Chanyeol, what’s gotten into-“

            “No, don’t even pretend to care because I’m so close to punching you in the face”, I asserted. The look on his face looked lost and shocked. It killed me to know that I was about to end our beautiful relationship. Come to think of it, if I was gone, a lot of people would be happy. His mom would finally keep that royal bloodline, the servants here would have peace of mind about the king, and most importantly, I would be happy knowing that my life would be less complicated.

            “Just tell me what’s wrong”, he confided. Seeing him be caring made me sick to my stomach. How could he keep up his act without feeling any remorse?

            “Tell you what’s wrong? Now why would I do that considering you had this all planned out. Did it work?” I asked. He got up from his chair and walked over to me. I stepped back against the door in fear that if he came any closer, I would break out in tears.

            “Chanyeol, your hysterical right now, lets go back to our room and talk there”, he suggested.

            “No, I’m not going anywhere with you, are you nuts? So stop trying to make this situation better, because you’re the reason it’s ruined in the first place!” I boomed. Rage was pulsing through my body and into my eyes. I could almost see the angered face that was staring at Baekhyun. I felt my body heat up and turn a scarlet red. Baekhyun’s face was equally matched with mine, and soon we stood there glaring at each other.

            “Why are you acting like this? We were doing so well, did the servants say something to you?” he asked. I shook my head and walked towards the king.

            “Let me tell you why I’m acting like this. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts knowing what a crooked man you are. That day when we ate breakfast together, I saw the look on your face. You’ve never had that look unless you were deathly worried about something. I couldn’t quite figure it out back then, but I did. When you asked to peel the orange I was struggling with, you genuinely looked happy”, Baekhyun was now in tears, but I had to go on, “you even smiled while peeling an orange. I looked past that and thought you just liked helping me, but a few days later, I found the reason for that smile. That man you were going to marry, he was the thought behind that orange. He popped up into your mind, and you decided to keep him there. I can’t live with a man that won’t give me their undivided attention. Is that too much to ask for?” I sobbed. By the time I said my last word, my breath was soon drying up. I held in what I wanted to say for so long, that it came out like word vomit. I wanted to cry, scream, and forget everything that was happing and just be with him again, but my heart thought otherwise.

            “Who told you about the oranges? Was it the servants? I’ll kill them!” he shouted. I placed a hand over his and looked him in the eyes.

            “No, you don’t get it, you can’t love anyone else”

            “I’ll love you Chanyeol, I’ll give you anything you want just ask”

            “I’m sorry, but I think my time is up here in the palace”, I admitted. The king let out a big sigh and fell back onto his chair. The look of sheer devastation took over his face.

            “Chanyeol, please don’t go, I need you” he whispered. I simply slid my fingers onto the door nob and slowly twisted the handle. I didn’t even bother to look back on my way out. I couldn’t bare to see the look on his face as he begged and pleaded for me to stay. It was over, and I couldn’t help but feel slightly broken.

Three years later

It’s been three years since my departure from the palace, and life out here is not any better. Within these three years, our village has suffered great turmoil. Our economy has plummeted, and our crops are dying at a dangerously high rate. My family’s fruit stand just outside our village is struggling to stay up. Our beloved king refuses to confide in any of our problems, and ignores the poor innocent people like myself.

Then, one day in a twisted turn of events, things played out in a strange way. As I was making my way to the fruit stand, a woman about the age of fifty approached me in a beat up trench coat and worn down boots. Her face was covered with a scarf, and her eyes hidden behind glittery shades. She grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled me aside. “Are you Park Chanyeol?” she demanded. I nodded and tried to get a good look at her face. Nothing.

“I’m the king’s mother, and I’m here to take you to him right this instant”, she informed. “Ever since your departure, he’s been a ghost. All he does is sit at his desk and stares out his window”, she confessed. I knew he was a mess when I left, but I didn’t know it was this bad.

“He needs you right now. It took me so long to realize his true feelings, and I am truly sorry. He’s been sulking for three years, and I don’t want to see my son suffer like this, so please Chanyeol, help him, I beg you” she whimpered. Trails of tears were pouring down her face, and I couldn’t help but submit to her wishes and visit the king one last time. The ride up to the palace was a hesitant one. My mind was constantly debating on how to finally greet him after three full years had past. Would he remember me? Even worse would he not forgive me?

We neared the palace gates, and the carriage was slowly approaching to the courtyard. It still looked the same as it had three years ago. Beautiful stone flooring with flowers of every color were kissing the pavement with their joyous fragrance and bright colors. It brought back sorrow memories that I wish I could forget. We stopped in front of the main doors, and I slowly got out of the carriage. Looking around, I found myself feeling small against all the bustle that was going on. I truly did not know what happened behind these doors. “This way”, the king’s mother instructed. Once again, I was walking through the familiar halls of the palace that once housed the greatest love story that ever existed.

I was beyond anxious to see what Baekhyun had looked like. How he had changed over the years. His mother brought me to the foot of his door, and gave me an encouraging look. I told myself that if anything wrong goes on, that I would be out of there. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Behind those wooden doors sat a shell of a man peering out the window for any sign of life. His pale skin looked more like an ivory color rather than milky white. His body was smaller and more fragile looking than he did before. Overall, his health was questionable. He didn’t seem to notice me, but I found that to be a good thing because I wanted to get a good look at him.

I arrived at his desk with his back still turned to me, and I cleared my throat. No answer. I tried again, and still did not receive a viable response. I made my way over to his chair, and sat on the window sill. As soon as our eyes met, his demeanor changed. The color on his face came back, and there was a fullness in his eyes. But, that didn’t last long. He slumped right back into his chair and stared out the window. “Hi”, I said. The king didn’t even look at me. I could tell he was still mad about the fact that I had dumped him three years ago. “Hi”, he finally said. The sound of his voice stirred my heart into oblivion. I couldn’t believe that this was the man I once loved, and still do.

“Look, I know you don’t want to see me right now, but-“

“You think I don’t want to see you?” he growled. I shifted on the window sill and looked down at my feet. He was beyond intimidating, and I didn’t know how long I could take it.

“I’ve been waiting at this window for three years, and you assume I don’t want to see you?” he sneered. He’s changed, but I know he’s just bitter.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that’s how you felt”

“Of course you didn’t, you never do” he sighed. If making me feel bad was one of his tactics, it was working.

“Your mom asked me to come see you, but I can see that your busy, so I guess I’ll be going then”

“No! Wait, I’ve been imagining this moment for so long that I don’t know what to say”, he said.

“Uhmm, okay, I don’t really know what to say either”

“What I really meant to say was, stay, just for one night, and if you don’t feel anything you can be on your way. I just want you to stay for one night, please” he begged.

We talked for many hours, catching up with the moments we missed out on. It was getting late, and I finally let out a yawn that signaled that it was time for me to head to bed. I got up from his couch and made my way over to the guest room.

“You’re not staying with me?” he asked. A faint blush brushed across my cheeks. “Do you want me to stay with you?” I retorted. He gave me a stern look, and nodded. He held out his hand for me to take, and I gladly accepted as me brought me into his room. The sheets were still the red colored silk that I had stayed in many years ago. His room feels as if I had never left.

As soon as we washed up and made our way over to the bed, the king began to rid of his clothing. Wide eyed, I stepped back into the bathroom for air. He’s still going to sleep with me here? I opened the bathroom door to see Baekhyun lying there. He glanced over at me a waved for me to come join him. I slipped through the door and lifted the covers to emerge myself in the soft silk. “What would you say if I told you that I wanted you again?” he asked. I caught the look in his eye, and found lust. He looked needy.

“I would say, what are you waiting for?”

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Wow! Another update! It feels like forever! 

I made this extra long. I have also decided to make this story in the point of view of Chanyeol.

If i start getting a lot of messages saying that it should include Baekhyun's POV as well, then i'll reconsider.

My offer for a co-author is still open! so please tweet me @baebybyun if insterested! (I dont tweet much, but i check often)

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