My Bae
Meet

Despite all the weirdness of Taehyung's attitude that night, the test went well and I got a satisfactory grade.

Then, after the night that Chanyeol took my noodles, I never saw him again. Our world is completely different.

People say our golden years were in High School, but nothing like that happened to me, I was busy studying, keeping grades up for a full scholarship.

I dated once, and foundered easily in the absence of date time, traumatizing me, to be honest.

Even though I was young, I felt very old and tired. The pressures of life are draconian on me.

When can I have fun like any other teenager? After graduating from college? Ah, at that time I must have been busy with pursuing a brilliant career to boast parents.

Or am I tired? I don't know.

After graduation, I was assigned as an intern teacher to get a scholarship to university while Chanyeol went up to second grade.

I thought I might never see him or interact with him again, until this afternoon. Chanyeol who continued to throw tantrums with the school committee finally exposed his sap.

All the teachers sat speechless in the meeting room, the atmosphere was really tense and gripping. No one dared to speak, touching the drink in front of the table was reluctant.

"Just get him out!" hiss Kak Taehyung as the head of the school committee with emotions overflowing on his face.

Suddenly all eyes looked towards him, but not a single one answered, neither did our Headmaster.

"It's too much, isn't it? How dare to beat Mr Donghae to battered so?! If he does that to show off his muscles I can too!" exclaimed Kak Taehyung again with a red face, his body was standing about to step away.

"Stop, Kim Taehyung."

The cold voice of the Headmaster made Taehyung stop his steps with his back that looked tense, reluctantly refusing to turn his head towards his father.

"I'll take care of it myself." Mr. Kim got up, looked at all of us, "Meeting done, back to each other's work. Mr. Kyuhyun, call Park Chanyeol to my room."

The headmaster stood up and stepped into his office, indicating the meeting was over, we got on our feet and the teachers started to leave the meeting place.

"Father, but Chanyeol–'s actions" the unaccepted Taehyung's sister was about to issue a protest.

"Say quiet, Taehyung. Back to your work as committee chair, orderly children."

Without waiting for Taehyung's reply, the Headmaster walked into his room.

Seeing Kak Taehyung's fingers that clenched tightly withholding emotions, I busied myself cleaning up the former meeting, not daring to interfere.

"One day I'm gonna beat up that kid, for sure!"

His his his hissing frightened me a little, regardless of me still busy cleaning up the rest of the meeting, Brother Taehyung stepped outside.

*****

Chanyeol's face is not much different from that of Mr. Donghae - the school's security - who was battered.

The tip of the lips Chanyeol torn showed a trail of dry blood that is still left there, the left cheek did not escape the scratches are quite severe while one eye was bruised so that it makes the wide eyes somewhat squinting, while his white uniform was full of dust with a disheveled tie.

Not to forget her mature brown curly hair, making Chanyeol look clearly in a very chaotic state.

Subjecting my face, Chanyeol's gontai passed me out of the Principal's room while draping his school coat on his shoulder.

"Hey."

Damnit. Why did I call him? If he also beat me up like he did with Mr. Donghae how?

Chanyeol stopped, but did not look. Move put his suit on the elbow.

I bit my lower lip, wondering if I would continue to say hello or not. Unknowingly body trembling remembered rumors about him who he said did not hesitate to hurt people who harassed him even though he was a woman.

"What's wrong?" His heavy voice sounded hoarse. Weary.

I set my foot close, the brain kept screaming to stop this crazy thing but the heart made footsteps walk, making the distance between me and him narrower.

"illness?" lirihku who is now standing next to his tall body. Scroll his slightly bruised arm.

Stupid question. Of course it hurts! Not to mention the punishment that awaits him!

Unexpectedly, Chanyeol nodded albeit slowly. Still don't want to look at me by lowering his face deeper.

"Take to the UKS?" haggard, iba.

My mouth! Why are you offering this crazy thing?! Your life's gonna be hard dealing with a troubled guy like him, huh?

Whoever has a conscience will not have the heart to see the situation, but they are still conscious enough not to interfere.

But why am I like this? It was as if my heart was more in control today, putting my genius brain at a standstill. Not working normally.

"No. Later it will only be a spectacle, and a laughingstock," he refused. Pantingly.

Silence enveloped us. Chanyeol directed a glance outside the quiet office, raised his head and heaved a heavy sigh.

"Cure, huh? Wounds like this will imprint .. and infection. It's a pity that it got that way."

Idiotically. Idiotically. Why am I doing this stupid thing???? STUPID ROSE! Stop all this!

I don't know. Is this sympathy or just compassion?

Chanyeol tilted her head and looked at me for the first time.

"Do I call your friends?" haggu gagu because of the twinkling when we looked at the eyes. His eyes were so cold and scary.

Chanyeol. Spoons.

"Then how? I treat?"

I had almost lost my mind to this strange situation and wanted to rush away. Chanyeol is a type of guy with a dark aura. Scary.

Instead, hearing my offer, Chanyeol nodded. Nod! God, what am I supposed to do now?!

"Where?" whispered. Slowly and doubtfully.

"Wh-wha?" ask me with a bego face.

"Obstarch the wound."

Shaking my head expels all absurd stupid considerations for the consequences of this reckless act, which is important now treat the wound first, right?

But, how will my career be? What if this thing I did was going to affect my comfortable life?

"Take me to a quiet place" he whispered again with a long sigh.

"The place no one knows, whether my gang or others, I don't want to look weak in front of them" he added, looking down again. His feelings or ego are more hurt than his physical injuries.

Without saying much, I grabbed his hand and dragged him slowly into the garden behind the Headmaster's office. This is the loneliest place I know of because there are rarely students who stop by here.

Chanyeol according to sitting quietly on a concrete bench under a tree, while I was running at ultra speed towards the UKS school taking plaster and other drugs.

What are you doing now, Rose?! Taehyung clearly forbids you from getting close to this troubled guy, why did you even help him when you just broke up with Taehyung? You want to ignite your ex's emotions?

I shook my head, this is unbearable again! It's enough that I've seen his shoulder face for half a year teaching here, I really can't stand him continuing to be humiliated by the school committee.

Since graduation I did have a few moments of love with Taehyung but our relationship ran aground in just a few weeks.

I could not love her yet even though Taehyung insisted that love could be cultivated as time went on, because I did not want to hurt her more, I chose to part with her.

At that time Taehyung who knew that I was starting to notice Chanyeol himself gave me one condition, which is that it is possible to be with anyone as long as not one person who is his greatest enemy: Park Chanyeol.

I thought that I would be able to hide my feelings or even forget about Chanyeol until the end of my apprenticeship and get away from here, so I agreed to those terms without thinking.

Now then, what am I doing?! Oh my God, I'm gonna get in big trouble! Sure is!

****

Chanyeol was still waiting at the back of the principal's office with his face lowered deeply. Her wavy brown hair looks messier than before I left it

himself a moment ago.

Is the afternoon wind blowing hard here or is he shuffling his hair in frustration?

Slowly, I approached Chanyeol and slightly looked down in front of his tall body, tidying his hair and carefully cleaning his clothes.

"Cure now?" bargained. He raised his face, nodded slowly.

Now we sat face to face, gently wiped and I cleaned the dry blood in his mouth and cheeks and put alcohol and ointment on the wound, during the process Chanyeol did not say much, only occasionally frowning endured the pain.

I also felt like there was nothing to talk about, so focus on treating the wound.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered when I finished treating it. Keep the medicines back in the box.

"I–" Chanyeol seemed to weigh whether to tell me the reason or not.

"Be quiet."

I placed the plaster on his cheek and the end of his carefully torn lips, finished. I looked at that handsome face, waiting for him to speak.

"If the weight is not to be told." I reviewed a smile. Well, it looks like I'm a good fit to be a BK teacher, huh!

Chanyeol smiled stiffly, looking at me for a few seconds without speaking.

"Do I have to get hurt like this until I can talk to you, brother?"

The slow question surprised me a little. I look at the awkward smile.

"W-What do you mean, Chan–"

"Call me Yeol, just cut it." she said.

I was clenching to cover up the nervousness. Why does it seem like he knows me so well when we rarely even meet alias never?

Okay. I had to switch the conversation so as not to get more awkward.

"J-so, why did you beat up the teacher, Y-Yeol?"

Okay. This call is so awkward.

Chanyeol did not answer, instead playing a bracelet in his various hands. I just found out that guys can be this stylish with bracelets in hand.

"Pak Donghae punished Chen very cruelly for what he did not do, he accused Chen of stealing when there was no evidence, obviously I do not accept," he said slowly.

I exhaled, looking at the handsome face that was now the end of his lips.

He was like any other troubled student, a bad boy who looked so loyal comrade, a gang leader who rebelled against school order but paid close attention to his best friends.

"Wouldn't that just add a black point to your record? Not your friend, Yeol?" I lament, regretting his reckless actions.

I would never jeopardize my achievements or my future just for a friend, for me such a thing is ridiculous. Friends are our toughest rivals, why do we need to sacrifice for them?

That's the thought of a girl with no friends like me. It is different with Chanyeol.

"I don't care if my black record is full, my point is reduced until I'm expelled from school from my friend's home school not getting unfair treatment just because we're from the second floor."

His words left me unmoved as he looked at me like he was saying, 'What elite kid knows the meaning of solidarity and friendship?'

"Ah, I've had enough restraint, really. I let him beat me earlier, I only hit him twice, he was too weak" he said in self-defense.

Again I could only sigh deeply, not returning his rebuttal.

"What punishment?" lirihku asked, re-routing the conversation. Instead of answering, Chanyeol looked up, looking up at the sky that began to turn orange at dusk.

"Principal gave me one option, if he gets elected chairman of OSIS in tomorrow's election, he won't let me out."

The weight of the sentence.

My net widened so unreliable with our Headmaster's punishment, Chanyeol desperately refused entry to elite members and now even he had to make amends by trying to become an elite member?! That's something a Chanyeol can't do.

"Lalu–" I bit my lower lip, doubtful, "You must have opted out of this school, right?"

I don't know why something hurts in here when I say that. I'm not ready to part with him.

Chanyeol sighed, looking at me for a second before turning her gaze the other way.

"Actually, other than my eight best friends, there is someone holding me back from having to stay here at will until third grade."

"A ... girl?" My voice disappeared at the end of the word. Grievous.

"Yes." Yeah."

After saying that word, she got up and walked away from me as some of her friends were screaming for her name, like they had been going around looking for her.

I stared at his wide back that was getting away by holding the chest that suddenly hurt.

So, is there someone in his heart?

Uh. The pain.

Our world is completely different.

(Connected)

*****

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