13 [Byun Baekhyun] Dark Coloured

When our schedule ended, it was already the afternoon.

I stood in front of Wu Yifan. This was already the second time I was attending our so called 'deal'. The location was still at the hotel he owned.

The man in front of me sat gracefully on the sofa by the window, carefully caressing the thick ring on his finger.

No matter how, I'd always look as if I was in a state of despair.

"Do you have anything to say." He didn't look at me, but his voice was filled with force.

"…I'm sorry."

"Why do you apologise."

"Earlier today…Chanyeol he…he was just …"

"Chanyeol…Park Chanyeol, am I right?" For some reason he decided to cut in.

Wu Yifan usually takes no interest in the entertainment industry, but if he remembered someone's name, it would only be dangerous for that person.

I was at a loss for words.

When we were at the bathroom, Park Chanyeol had snatched my phone away and answered the call. Before I could hear Wu Yifan's voice from the other end, Park Chanyeol had started shouting.

"Damn you. This is Wu Yifan right?"

I got a shock, immediately wanting to grab my phone back, but Park Chanyeol grabbed my wrists and restricted it from moving.

"…Let me tell you, you bastard, I don't give a fuck about who you are,"

"Chanyeol! Stop!" I begged softly at the side.

But he continued on with the gloomy phone conversation.

"Whoever bullies Hayeon, I won't let them go."

I couldn't care about anything else; when Chanyeol was slightly distracted, I snatched the phone back. I hurriedly pressed the 'decline' button.

Of course to Chanyeol, my actions would only look like an attempt to protect Wu Yifan.
It didn't matter if Park Chanyeol gave me another few slaps, but I only hoped that he did not anger Wu Yifan. Because it wouldn't benefit him at all if he did enrage that dangerous man.
I kept feeling anxious afterwards.

When our schedule ended, I secretly went to give Wu Yifan a call.

"…Hello?" I asked, nervously.

"Hm." A calm response came from the other end, I could not hear any form of emotion.

"About just now, I'm sorry, that was…"

"Come to SmartMerry Hotel later, 816." He simply cut in and hung up afterwards.

And now, I was standing in front of him awkwardly, listening anxiously as he spoke of Park Chanyeol's name.

"As I have told you before, I don't catch up well on news. I am not really aware of the rumours in your industry," He looked at me with the corner of his lips lifted, "So, what I'm curious about is, I've always thought you've been doing this for that lady…what's her name again, ah I've forgotten."

"…Lee, Lee Hayeon." I licked my dry lips and answered weakly.

"Ah, right. So, I thought you were helping her because you liked her. Who knew," He said, standing up and nearing me slowly.

"Who knew, it was actually Mr Park Chanyeol who was one together with her."

"You're helping him like this, because the person you like, is Park Chanyeol, am I right?"

"No, I just owed Hayeon a favour." I felt uncomfortable from his stare and turned my head to the side.

After a while of nerve-wracking silence, I heard his quiet laugh.

"How interesting, this game." He said, lifting up his hands to stroke my hair.

But his actions only made me afraid. I tried my best to push away the urge to dodge his movements.

"But, Baekhyun-ah, your Chanyeol, has made me rather unhappy earlier today."

"I'm sorry…"

"There has yet to be someone who dared to scold me like that apart from him," His mocking tone suddenly changed and suddenly sounded extremely cold and heartless.

I know, no matter how big Park Chanyeol's popularity may be, no matter how many girls are smitten over him, to people like Wu Yifan, he was still just another young boy.

He spoke, as his hands slid downwards, touching my cheeks.

"I'll do anything you want…anything to pay for it, please forgive him." I begged, mustering up courage to look at him in the eye.

He started to smile again, but his voice still cold, making me afraid.

"Take off your clothes."

The moment I was pushed down onto the bed by him, the thought that I might be able to get used to it a little sunk to the bottom.

Thinking of the shame and hopelessness I felt the first time when I was pressed under him, I realised that being treated like this by someone else apart from Park Chanyeol felt so unbearable. Wu Yifan did not have any deep hatred towards me like that of Park Chanyeol, but he wasn't any less gentle than Chanyeol. His doings were only to satisfy his own desires there wasn't any form of joy or love.

But this time, his actions had a hint of punishment; it was a lot more forceful than the last time.

He entered without preparation, such that I clenched my teeth. My arms that were locked on top of my head made me feel helpless. I shut my eyes tight and turned my head to the side.

"Look at me." Wu Yifan's voice came from above. Cold and emotionless.

I opened my eyes, but it was wet from the tears that surfaced due to the pain. His face was blurry.

There was another wave of forceful thrusts, I couldn't help but to scream out loud.

He lowered his head to bite gently on my lips.

"You must sing well, what a lovely voice you've got." His voice was low, along with pants.
I was unable to reply to his words due to the pain.

"Your body is beautiful too," He let out a sigh out of pleasure, "…hot and tight."

I turned my head to the side again from the shame.

"What a pity. That guy doesn't like you right, Park Chanyeol that bastard."

"How about you be mine."

My body caved into the hotel's soft and big bed, I felt the sheets below me damp from sweat. My consciousness started to falter.

— But I clearly heard those words of his.

I only returned to the apartment the next day.

I had fallen asleep from exhaustion last night. When I woke up, it was already the next day.

In the winter morning when the sky is still dark, I curled my naked body up in the blanket, the room was empty.

I dug out my phone from my clothes to look at the time, then went to wash up. Feeling giddy, I almost fell when I got off the bed.

But I didn't stop what I was doing, because I didn't want to stay a second longer in that place.

When I finally returned to the apartment, I pushed open the door gently, not wanting to wake anyone.

But when I opened the door of the bedroom, I saw someone sitting at the side of the bed.

The soft morning light shone through the window, soaking the person who was looking at me in light, turning his hair light brown.

He really is good looking.

"…You're awake early." I said despite my headache and dry throat.

He continued to stare at me with an unreadable expression.

"You were out the whole night. Where the fuck did you go?"

"…" Because I was feeling unwell, I could not think of a reasonable excuse. I did remember Wu Yifan calling our manager and informing him on my whereabouts, so I did not get into any trouble.

Seeing that I did not answer, he shot up.

"I asked you. Where did you go." His voice was low and heavy and his glare turned more intense and fierce.

"I…"

"You went to find Wu Yifan right? Huh?"

"…." I did not know what to say.

"Fucking speak!" He gave me a push. Unprepared, I knocked onto the wall behind me and hit the room's light switch. The room lit up all of a sudden.

Under the bright light, I saw clearly Park Chanyeol's enraged face.

I replied softly.

"Yes, I went to find him."

"You —" He came up to grab my collar angrily. Just as he was about to shout at me, he turned to glare intensely at my neck.

I knew he saw something.

I suddenly felt so upset. Despair gushed up again from the bottom of my heart. Even though he always sees me as worthless, I've never felt as lowly.

"You did it with him." After a while of silence, he asked coldly.

"Answer me! Did you fucking do it with him!"

"…Yes. I did." I answered hopelessly, and shut my eyes out of exhaustion.

I thought he would hit me with his fist so I shut my eyes tight. I waited, but nothing happened, when I opened my eyes, he was still glaring at me, but there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Byun Baekhyun, you are such a bastard."

That's it? Wasn't it supposed to be slaps and cursings as you press me onto the bed.

My throat felt like it was burning and I could barely speak. I raised my hands to try to push him away weakly but didn't expect to swipe his hands away from my collar so easily.

I hastily staggered to the desk. From my corner vision, I could sense the dangerous glares he shot at me.

I held up the cup of water on the desk with my shaky hands.

"Why are you such a bitch."

I nodded acceptingly. I have to be one to repay what I owe you and Hayeon.

The cold water wetted my throat, but it stimulated the pain in my stomach.

It felt unbearable, I couldn't help but to cough twice as I drank the water.

When I put down the cup, I saw his strange expression opposite me.

"…What's wrong with you." I heard him ask.

What's wrong with me? I'm fine, what do you mean what's wrong…I wanted to speak, but I was unable to. I lowered my eyes to look at the cup of water; there was red colour diffusing in the transparent liquid.

I froze, unable to realise the situation, I started to reply instinctively to him instead.

I'm fine. You don't have to worry. Don't be afraid I'll be fine. I answered him, but couldn't help but laugh at myself, — will he even worry about you. Will he even bother if you were dead or alive? The person Park Chanyeol hates the most is you, Byun Baekhyun.

My head was in a jumble of confusion and mess.

But I heard the cup hit the ground.

And fell into deep and endless darkness.