Noona, Do You Love Me? (Yugyeom x READER) ✔

Chapter 20

•• Y/N'S POV ••

   "So you want me to reliaze my true feelings? I already have."

"No stupid! You don't like Baekhyun you like Yugyeom!" Jungkook was attempting to persuade me.
"When Yugyeom kissed you, how did you feel?"

"How did you know about that?"

"Just answer the damn question!"

"Well.. it was like a million butterflies bursted out of my chest, I didn't want it too end-" I stopped myself in sudden realization.

"Do you get you get it now? Stop living in the past! Baekhyun was an old time thing. Focus on what you love now."

I rushed out of the room. I quickly turned to see my keys missing.

"Looking for these?" Baekhyun appeared into my vision holding my keys.

"Yeah. How'd ya know?" I breathed out.

"Come on. I'll take you where you need to go." I hesitated at first but nodded.

"Yugyeom's home."

"Why is he there?"

"Taking a look at old memories. He does it a lot. He's been going through a tough time lately."

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"Yugyeom-ah." I spoke softly as I walked into the home.

"Y/N-ah." He turned to me. I ran and quickly hugged him. He began to sob into my shoulder.

"Are you still crying about your mother?"

I gave Baekhyun a glare telling him to shut up. He shrugged and looked to the piano near the entrance. Yugyeom let go of me and stared at Baekhyun. He began to play a song on the piano. It sounded so sad.

"When I was lost.. Or just simply couldn't go to sleep, my mother would play this for me." He said not looking back to us as he continued to play.

"Baekhyun..."

"No. She's dead now. Wasn't my fault. It was Yugyeom's." After he said that everything went dead silent.

"M-Me?"

"Who else?" He turned to face us.

"You killed her and I hate you for that.  I wish you would die." He clenched his fists taking slow steps towards us.

"How could Yugyeom have killed your mother? And at such a young age.." I defended.

"I dont know.. Yugyeom tell her. How could you have killed her!?" He began to raise his voice.

"I-..." Yugyeom was at a loss of words.

"He didn't kill her. I did." A sudden voice was heard as we turned to see a person I would have never suspected.