Shameless Love - Park Chanyeol

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Emma

*flashback*

"FUCK OFF!!" my ear canals clearly perceived, instantly realizing who the deep husky angered voice belonged to.. but.. It couldn't be..

"Cha-Chanyeol?" softly stuttered under my warm endure breath.

My head hesitantly went back forward to behold the hatred reality happening in the cruel crowd of assholes, my heart skipped an utter beat when my orbs landed on the tall extended giant with three of this best buds from EXO on both sides of him, walking into the packed area of the 'Torture Rally', leaving me the hopeless victim. The teens immediately made a passageway for the intimidating guys to come through.. When the four glimpsed their sight over to view my lifeless desperate body held secure onto the damaged folded chair with ropes strained around my bruised wrists and ankles like a prisoner, struggling to loosen but it's no use. The burdened shame internally hit like knives several times to notice, Chanyeol was on the verge of a tear releasing as his mouth parted in complete shock to what he's forced to sight.

This isn't right... this is killing him in the inside to think that I'm physically and mentally hurt. I don't want to assume that absurd idea that this is from Chanyeol.. but it's fortunately true. The assholes are after me all because of him, but it's not technically Chanyeol's fault. I came into 'their' perfect world of EXO's too strong, so it's my responsibility to get out as soon as possible.

Before I could focus on the upcoming actions that's bound to occur, my lightheadedness beat me to it as my current state suddenly passed out, not moving an inch.

*flashback over*

"Em.. Em.. EMMA?! Please wake up Em!" the faint articulation began to increase their tone each call as I heard the dire plead, a light teardrop trickled onto the thick cozy fabric of my maroon sweatshirt while feeling Baekhyun's fingers of his soft palm intertwined with mine, indicating for me to compress back if I could discern his presence but surprisingly don't return the desired squeeze since another voice came into the picture. Immediately calming down the younger, figuring out the scene upon me in a light slumber on the unknown comfortable sofa as the other informs "Baekhyun stop! Let her get some rest... she needs it." Recognizing that it was Xiumin comforting the upset Baekhyun, then I perceive a sniffle from the younger as he asks while choking up a little, still in a grip of his best friends' cold palm "How could this happen to such a sweet girl? I didn't know this would be such a big deal."

"Those people are just dipshits, they just look for excuses to mess with the low class students who cross us."

"But, it doesn't make sense... Emma is no threat to us thou-" Xiumin cut him off by saying sternly in a tamed tone "Sadly, she is Baek.. I didn't want to admit that, but she is." even if my droopy eyelids were closed, it's easy to tell Xiumin regretted his confession but Baekhyun didn't notice that as he increased his dictation in slight rage, making my body lightly flinch unexpectedly "No she isn't a fucking risk towards us! How so, huh?!" I could hear a gulp come from the other, possibly nervous on how to answer but did anyways with another question that made me pay close attention to every word

"Do you not remember in the past? What happened with Chanyeol?"

"Don't be so ignorant, of course I still remember. I try my hardest never to think about it, ever... But you know that tragic event wouldn't happen again.. Emma would do no such thing. She's not like her."