The Happy Virus' Remedy | EXO Chanyeol

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CHANYEOL

The moment she went out of the elevator, I had my eyes on her neck. Because I don't have perfect vision, I can't really tell if the birthmark was there, plus the horizon started to darken as it was already late afternoon.

"What's wrong, Chanyeol-ssi?" She probed, her hands on her hair, preventing it from coming to her face.

I'm so stupid. Now that I stare at her, her angelic and gentle face emphasized by the city lights, I almost punched myself because I couldn't believe that I didn't recognize her from the first day we met. I was so determined to make her leave her job, not knowing that she was the person I'd been waiting for, my whole fucking life.

"Kim Heeyoung," I managed to speak out her name.

Or is it really her name?

"Ne? Chanyeol-ssi, are you okay? Do you want me to help you with something?" She asked, her expression softened as she advanced towards me.

Yes, I need you to help me, Kim Heeyoung. I need you to say that you are you, that you're not my Yunhee. I need you to say that I'm being funny and unbelievable right now. I want you to say that you do not understand what I'll soon be saying.

I need you to answer 'no' when I ask you the questions I've prepared. I need you to slap me into reality and stop this insanity I am currently in. Please, Heeyoung-ssi, help me.

"Heeyoung-ssi, how old are you?" I asked breathlessly.

She looked confused but still answered, "I'm twenty two, Chanyeol-ssi."

Their ages match.

I took one step closer, "Where did you study for your elementary years?"

She answered immediately, "Seoul Yeoncheon Elementary School."

Right, that school.

"That's in Eunpyeong-gu, right?" I trailed. "You lived in that place before?"

She nodded slowly, "Ne, it's my birthplace. Why do you ask?"

Fuck. "Do you know me?" I asked.

She stared at me like I was losing my mind. That's right, Heeyoung. I'm losing my mind.

"Park C-Chanyeol?" She answered with an unsure tone.

I stepped closer to her, enclosing the gap between us. "Let me see your neck."

Her eyes grew wide, stepping back in reflex and looking at me with scared eyes. Those eyes.

"Y-Ya! What's w-wrong with you?" She asked, her hands automatically snaking towards her own neck, denying me access.

"Let me see your neck, Kim Heeyoung." I said with gritted teeth.

Can we please end this now? Can I just see it so I can finally say that my theory is wrong? I need to stop here before I lose my shit, but Heeyoung isn't participating.