Caged Butterfly

Chapter 2

Kris's pov
After dropping baek I went to my home which is big but lonely as fuck without my Butterfly. Its only been an hour and I already started to miss him.

Then I went to my room and looked at the walls which is covered by my baek's beautiful pics. Some are candid pics I took without his permission and some are his Insta pictures.

Everything is beautiful and perfect about him. From his puppy eyes, button nose, those sinful lips and that petite body everything is perfect.

One particular photo caught my eyes and I can remember that photo was took at the time when i first met him. It was one of the beautiful memory for me. I can still remember how i bribed the teacher to give me that photo.

In that photo a seven year old boy was smiling cutely wearing butterfly costume.

FLASHBACK
          I don't have any memories of parents, I can only remember their face from their old pictures. I don't really miss them since I don't know them. For me they are strangers not only them everyone is stranger to me including my uncle, my caretakers , my butler, servants.

It's like I was all alone in the world. No one showed me what love is. The servants and butler was loyal to me but didn't love me. Whatever I asked given to me but the love I asked was remained unreachable.

Today I am moving to a new school. I don't have any friends in my previous school and I know I won't make any friends in new school too.

Finally I arrived at my new school. The school is not bad there is a school play going as I can hear some drama dialogues. Not interested in those school plays I went to the garden. There I saw a beautiful butterfly fluttering his wings to me. Seeing it's freely roaming I followed it. After some difficulties I finally captured it.

Before I can admire it some boys pushed me making the butterfly accidentally crushed. They laughed and left. I also didn't care for its just a butterfly when a small hand was placed in my shoulder.

There is a cute boy wearing butterfly costume obviously from the school play asked " Are you sad". My eyes widened it is the first time someone asked me this question. My heart is tingling. I felt warm.

The boy or angel kneeled beside me "are you sad that your butterfly is dead".

Even though I am not sad I find myself nodding my head, curious about the little boy.

"Well I can be your Butterfly, I won't even go away from you" said the boy and started flapping his plastic wings as if to lift my mood.

My world stopped ' my butterfly? As my very own butterfly' my heart skipped a bit. Liking the idea of having my very own beautiful butterfly.

Before I can stop my lips lifted to form a smile. Seeing my smile the boy begun to flap his wings happily "yah I made you smile".

This is the first time someone made the effort to make me smile. All my life I used to people ignoring me. No one had ever asked how was your day? Or how are you?

But this boy gave me attention and some sort of importance. Its makes me want to hug the boy, that what I did. I hugged him after sometime I felt to small arms hugging me. I sighed in content.

"What is your name? I am Kris Wu"

"I'm Baekhyun, Byun Baekhyun"

"So you are my Butterfly huh?"

" Yes I will even flap my wings for you"

" So my beautiful butterfly you won't run away from me right?"

The butterfly boy is too naive to catch the underlying darkness in the boy's voice.

"Ofcourse I won't run"

'you sealed your fate my beautiful butterfly, I caged you now you will never be free of me' thought kris darkly watching the boy who is now skipping his way to his mother yelling how he got a new friend.

At the lunch time I saw the teacher taking photo of my Butterfly. But when i asked that photo she refused to give it to me. How dare she deny the picture of my Butterfly. Baekhyun is mine and I have every right to take that picture.

After a lot of bribing and threatening with her job and family I finally got my baek's picture. He looked so beautiful in that costume.

END OF FLASHBACK

          I smiled at the memory and reached under my pillow to take out a shirt of my baby which i stole from his closet during one of my visit to his place.

The shirt smelled of him. Though the smell is fading. But I will have the owner of the shirt so soon in this very bed. Lastly I smelled the shirt and went to sleep hugging his shirt close to my heart.

' my Butterfly, my very own beautiful butterfly, MINE'