CHAPTER 3  

"YAH!" I was turned to behind from my direction and faced the owner of the hand.

Chanyeol. My eyes widened and my I can fell that my back was sweating. At this rate, I feel like I won't live that long and die from the panic attack.

"Let off my hand." I pulled my hand harshly but I failed when his grip tightened on my hand which made me flinched in pain. "It's hurt, jerk!" I shouted and the tears which already drained now already filled my eyes again and were waiting to fall.

Chanyeol quickly let off my hand from his grip and looked at me. "Jihye."

I glared at him and rubbed my hand at his grip on my hand. Damn, it was hurt. "Stop calling my name. I don't know you. So stop calling my name like we are close!!" I said furiously.

"I'm sorry." He looked at me apologetically.

I chuckled in disbelief. "Wow. Park Chanyeol, you actually know how to apologize?" I mocked him. The old Chanyeol didn't know how to apologize even when he was in the fault. But still, old Chanyeol or new Chanyeol is still Chanyeol. "I hate you. Just disappear from my sight."

I turned and walked down the stairs. Why he must appeared in front of me? Why must when I just returned? Why must his face the first one I've to see right after arrived from US?

"The reason-" I heard his voice but I still keep walking without bother to turn to him. "-you can't ride the lift, is it because of that accident?" Those words caught my steps, making me stopped.

I clenched my fists tightly caused it to turn pale and I can felt that my nails were hurting my palms but it wasn't hurt like his words were. Did he just say those words?

However, I didn't turn to him and keep walking down. I've set my minds. Later, once I returned to US, I won't come to Korea anymore. Not until he completely gone from here.

I didn’t know today actually will be the worst day for me. On the stairs at 15th floor, my heels suddenly broke which pissed me off. I've to go another 15th floor and my heels were no help either