If I am going to be completely honest, I did not anticipate this happening. But I think there was a tiny niggling feeling that it was inevitable and I need to handle it with care. Except I'm clearly, clearly not able to do so because haha, guys, guess what? Chanyeol is being demanding. Where's that cheerful giant I like?

Let me recap for a moment to how I'm currently struck in a rather cliché situation.

Jongin had contacted Kyungsoo that we are safe and was told that the guys are currently struck with trying to subdue Sehun again after a whole night of restlessness and that Chanyeol has been in a terrible mood since I stormed off rather hastily. I guess I shouldn't have done that because he might have kept quiet for my benefit. Though I did wonder briefly on how I didn't notice that Jongin had a phone with him the whole time. He obviously has a lot of hidden pockets.

Jongin suggested that we should probably go back to them and in an instant, as soon as we had checked out of the hotel, teleported us to an abandoned warehouse. Now, I wonder where I've seen this situation before? Oh right, in the cinema! It feels surreal to be suddenly placed into this kind of scene straight from an action film, like I'm dreaming rather than this being real.

Except my thoughts were soon interrupted by a door slamming open and someone making their way to where we stood. A rather agitated Chanyeol envelopes me in a bear hug, his arms pulling me in as close as physically possible and almost rendering me breathless. "Chanyeol," I breathe out when he lets me go, though keeping a firm grip on my shoulders.

And that brings me to the present in which I'm trapped between Chanyeol's arms on either side of my head once he had dragged me to a secluded side of the warehouse. There's a pained expression on his face causing his eyebrows to furrow and his lips to turn downwards. "Why didn't you listen to me?" He asks.

"Because I was scared. Scared that maybe everything could fall apart in an instant," I say easily, having already confronted my own fears while I lay in bed the previous night. "My parents being alive? For my whole life I had thought they'd died and I had accepted that I'm an orphan living with Grandma and Grandpa, different from the other kids."

"I know," Chanyeol replies, his voice cracking slightly, "I know how you feel exactly. But I thought you trusted me?"

"I do," I answer truthfully but the part of me that continuously warned me about everything, still wanted to run away.

"But…?"