Romantic Psycho | ᴄʜᴀɴʙᴀᴇᴋ ғғ

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Third person pov

"Baekhyun is nothing more than just my right hand man" Chanyeol answered with a straight tone, no hint of anything suspicious and so does his emotions. "If you say so" Kai shrugged the answer.

"what we'll we do about this guy?" Sehun asked, looking at the beaten guy on the chair. "We'll get it to him later" Chanyeol answered, not looking back to his members nor the beaten man, he just left without more words being spoken but were understood.

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Baekhyun's pov

I groaned after waking up from falling asleep last night. I was having a mental breakdown when someone entered my room before i could even do anything to make the situation worst.

I immediately turned around, wiping a tear off after the image of last night occured in my mind. I got my senses back and looked around to find the person who entered last night, and to my surprise he's still here, slouching on the sit beside my bed while sleeping.

"He really stayed the night did he?" i scoffed and went to his side before shaking his shoulder "Yah, wake up" i said, not wanting to let this stranger stay any longer in my room.

I saw him stir on his sleep before completely opening his eyes and look up to me in surprise.

"Who the hell are you and where did you come from?" I asked, confused at the sudden presence of the unknown guy. The guy kept quiet. He was about to stand and run away, but couldn't as I was quick to push him back on the chair he was currently sitting.

"let me go." he demanded as I chuckled at his behavior. "answer my question first if you want to get out of here alive, staying here wasnt the best decision and forget what happened last night if you dont mind" I calmly warned, with a slightly intimidating tone and showing a little of my psychotic side. He didn't say anything, but instead kept silent.

I took this as a opportunity to familiarize him. He was indeed familiar. I observed his existence, and that's when I realize he wore the same clothes from the guy I saw at the mall. It was when Chanyeol insisted on buying me clothes.

"say, you look quite familiar. Perhaps we've seen each other before." I said, with a sarcastic tone to throw him off. He didn't seem to understand, taking the fun out of it. I rolled my eyes annoyed as I wanted to get this entire situation over with.

"just answer my question already. One answer won't kill you- or maybe that's what I think" I tease, assuming he was working for someone.

And then again the guy still couldn't speak. That's it. "how about a deal?" I asked, trying to make him interested. "what deal?" The guy asks, for the first time.

"oh so you can talk now?" I asked back, in a playful manner. "anyways, it's nothing special really." I chuckle as I moved backwards and crossed my arms in a sassy manner.

"It's either you answer the question I asked earlier," I paused, chuckling. "or you die." the guy gulped, not expecting my answer. As the guy tried to come up with an answer, another idea came up to my mind.

"How about we do it like this" i snorted before grabbing the guy's collar. dragging him out of the room and taking him in the basement. I dont know which room to go when i saw a guard exit one room and quickly hid behind a wall while covering the man's mouth with my hand. "shut it" i hissed at him in a whisper when i notice him struggling under my grasp.

"Done already?" i heard one of the guards voices at the other side of the wall "Yeah, boss said i can leave the new prisoner since he's beaten up badly to be able to escape" the other guard laughed to his friend "Let me guess... Boss Sehun was the one who beated him up right?" his friend chuckled. "You guessed that right, he was a stalker i say, thats why he's here" the other guard replied. "he's out of luck then" thats the last thing he said before i heard their footsteps fading from the dim and quiet basement.