Offers and Acceptance

Description: He didn't expect any of this.

{ Prologue }

Loud cheers of victory and constant chattering were heard throughout the modern-designed confines of the room.

Students dashed towards the doors, hurrying towards paradise which is home, they said. Baekhyun was left inside the old classroom, as usual, fixing and rearranging his usual possessions. Baekhyun was a perfectionist; he never liked shortcomings. Understatements were never accepted in his point of view.

The sound of loud footsteps behind him seemed like the latter which owned was nearing. Baekhyun felt panic rise up his spine. A bubbly feeling piling up in his abdomen. The predator has a somewhat menacing atmosphere, Baekhyun thought. He broke in a sprint towards the sliding doors and harshly smashed them closed. He walked at a slow pace, slowly calming down as he notices there are still some students mingling about in the hallways. He breathed out a sigh of relief as he plunged into the clamor of the hallway.

At least he's not alone.  

Everything was going at Baekhyun's liking, until the students realized the time and decided to call it a day. One by one, they fled the hallways and only a few of them were left. Baekhyun was still at his locker. All done, Baekhyun mumbled to himself. He glanced at his stopwatch, cringing his face at the sight of a 5:45 pm. He continued throught the cold, marble pavement at a normal pace.

All of a sudden, he felt another presence just behind him. The footsteps were reverbrating throughout the silent hallways. It's him again, he mumbled incoherency as he brainstormed plan after plan.

He fastened his pace, occasionally sprinting. The footsteps seemed to gwt louder, heavier and to Baekhyun's distate, faster. This is the time Baekhyun finally broke off into a run. He breathed heavily and tried building as much strength in his legs as he can, but to no avail. His legs instantly fell weak as the latter he was escaping from let out a low chuckle.

He got up from his feet in an instant. Occasionally limping from the previous loss for power in his mid-ankles. The door was finally clear in Baekhyun's sight. He sensed the footsteps going at a full run. He tried going at a faster pace, not much difference from the previous one.

He turned the knob, finally, he whispered solemnly to himself. Just as he was about to move out, a strong grip got a hold of his arm. He used his eyes to trace the hand up to the arm, the elbow, and to the shoulder finally at the main appearance of the suspect. He held gazes with a smirking, smug face that is all too familiar. He felt shivers run up his backbone. Fear built up at the pit of his stomach. His eyes widened in anticipation.   

Tha latter let out a laugh, which was several shades different from his face.

Baekhyun whimpered, the sound barely audible to the other's ears.         

It was Park Chanyeol.