The Wolf and the Beauty

Epilogue II Bonus II

Days rolled by and it was just like any other night. Byul who had snuggled himself against his parent woke up rubbing his eyes. It was the same name in his dream- The Sagittarius Killer. It always knocked him right out of sleep and never left his mind.

As he roamed his eyes at his Papa, he stared at the sleeping male wondering what were the secrets he was keeping buried in him and what were the secrets of his other father. He waved his hands over his parent's face and saw that he got no response.

Byul silently slid out of the bed-careful to not make any noise- and skipped out of the room. As he walked down the dark hallway, he halted in front of a door. It was Baekhyun's study and it was the only room he, or anyone for that matter, was allowed to enter.

It always remained locked so his eyes widened like saucers as he twisted the knob and entered the room. He turned on the lights and the sight of countless books welcomed him. The room was smaller than the other rooms in the house but it was maintained so neatly, almost satisfying. He looked at the shelves which covered two walls of the room. Most were his Papa's works but a few were novels and reference books to killers and psychopaths.

Byul gulped down the lump in his throat as he continued to look around. He squinted his eyes at the curtain which seemed to be hiding the wall. The black curtain screamed no but the boy's curiosity got the best of him.

As he pushed it away and dread filled him-mouth agape- a gasp- he stared at the wall in front of him. It was a huge pin-up board with newspaper clippings and photographs. The newspaper clippings were the same as the few pictures he had managed to catch a glimpse of at the station.

Then as he roamed his eyes on the board, his body froze seeing the man who had confessed to being the killer near his Papa.

"Park Byul!" his feet seemed to have frozen, "What do you think you're doing here?" Baekhyun hurried to close the curtain and drag his son out of the room before locking it. The single crouched to his son's level and shook him by his shoulders, "Park Byul, answer me!"

"Don't call me, Park!" was the only holler he got from his son who ran to his room. Baekhyun stared at his retreating back and the door fall shut behind him. The writer panicked and walked to the boy's room.

He knocked on the door, "Byul-ie, come out and talk with Papa, baby. Please, honey. Let me in. Ask me anything, don't make assumptions, honey." Not you too, Byul...

Baekhyun knocked and tried to get the child to come out but to no avail. Byul turned deaf to his Papa's pleas outside the door and buried himself under the blanket as he silently sniffled. I hate you...

Baekhyun never knew when he fell asleep but he found himself waking up in front of his son's door. Judging from how cold it was, he assumed it was either early in the morning or still night. His joints ached from the position he had slept in but he stood up and stretched himself a little before walking to his room to freshen up.

"Wow, I look horrible," was the first thing out of his mouth as he stared at his reflection. His eyes were swollen, hair in different- from how much he pulled on it last night from all the frustration. "You still look beautiful to me," he heard a whisper and the writer laughed with his hoarse voice, "Shut up, Yeol!"

Later the smile curved to a pout, "Did I make some mistake with Byul?" Another whisper, "No, B." Baekhyun's lips curved into a smile again, "I'll make him his favorite, maybe he'll forgive and forget."