Chapter Twenty Seven

                                    

                                          
Baekhyn wasn't sure if he's still drunk or dreaming. Is Park Chanyeol really saying those words? To him? 
                          
Chanyeol was surprised at what he said, he didn't mean it that way and he doesn't want Baekhyun to get the wrong impression. "Uh. I mean, I need an assistant. I've been busy these days.." Baekhyun is now confused, why would he work for Chanyeol?
                          
"Um, Chanyeol. Why would I be your assistant? Besides, don't you have one yourself?" 
                          
Chanyeol realizes that he's the dominant in this conversation. He lightly smirks, "I don't because I don't trust people easily.." Baekhyun couldn't express what he's feeling. Chanyeol trusts him? Why? Is it because they're friends?
                          
"Uh.. But.. I don't think I can..." 
                          
Chanyeol notices something from Baekhyun. What he remembers Baekhyun is a confident, happy go lucky guy who does his best in everything he does. So where is that Baekhyun now? He frowns and holds Baekhyun's arm, surprising the latter.
                          
"Listen, I know you're heart broken and all, and maybe you won't believe in love again but don't do this to yourself. You don't deserve to be dragged down because you're special. You're talented Baekhyun, you can do anything you want. Don't let a single break up ruin you"
                          
Chanyeol stops, he slowly moves away. He didn't mean to burst out like that. He's just so tired of hearing these things, if Baekhyun continues to be like this, Chanyeol would have no choice but to chose another distraction. 
                          
But his anger washes away when he sees Baekhyun's tear fall. He looks so fragile that Chanyeol just wants to hug him, but he knows he can't, rather, he shouldn't. "Baek.." He says, but Baekhyun quickly wipes his tears and lightly smiles. "Thank you Chanyeol. This means a lot to me.. Thank you for believing in me" 
                          
Chanyeol couldn't comprehend what's happening, but somehow he takes this as a good sign. "So, you'll be my assistant?" Baekhyun smiles, "but! I'm doing this not because of your speech, I'm doing this because I owe you so much and since we're friends"
                          
Chanyeol couldn't help but smirk, "friends" 
                          
When Baekhyun arrives home, he was surprised that no one is there, but he shrugs the thought and directly walks to his room. He couldn't explain what he's feeling, he was so touched with what Chanyeol said. He couldn't believe that someone like Chanyeol would believe in him. 
                          
He lays in bed, he stares at the ceiling, he can still feel his beating heart. His smile fades, he sits and holds his hand. "No.. I can't like him.. I can't be gay" he bit his lip and lay back in bed. He tries to ignore the beating of his heart whenever he would remember Chanyeol but it's useless. 
                          
He irritatedly holds his head and everytime he closes his eyes he couldn't help but remember Chanyeol's face, his smile, his voice, everything. Baekhyun gets his phone and tries looking for beautiful girls that he can use to distract himself.
                          
When Luhan arrives home, he realizes that Baekhyun is already there. He hurriedly runs to his bestfriend's room since they haven't talked to him since yesterday, but when he opened the door, he was surprised to see Baekhyun looking frustrated as ever with women magazines on the floor. "Baek? What happened?" 
                          
Baekhyun looks at him, it's as if he didn't sleep for months. "Luhan, help me" 
                          
Chanyeol checks his watch, Baekhyun is late for his first day. He remembers that he has to meet with Chen and the others later and he's deciding if he should invite Baekhyun too when the latter arrives, looking furious as ever. 
                          
"Hey.. Bae--" before he can continue, a fist fell on his face.