(A/N: After reading this part, you can reread the previous chapters so it would makes sense. Happy 30th chapter! Few more chapters to go and we're done! Enjoy reading!)

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The house is big enough for two, and is too crowded for three.

Baekhyun didn't get to leave his apartment with Sehun to live with Chanyeol and have a woman share the same breathing space as him. He didn't get to abandon his comfort zone to have a woman lurking around the man he chose to be with. He didn't get to talk back to his mother to fight for Chanyeol just to have a woman acting like she owns Chanyeol in a way that Baekhyun has to be doing.

In short, Baekhyun didn't love Chanyeol to share him with a person, a woman specifically. Sharing is not in his vocabulary. He hasn't shared Chanyeol to anyone ever before because in the first place, Chanyeol is his. From the start, Chanyeol has been always his. No one can take his Chanyeol sunbae away from him, even if she's a pregnant woman carrying Chanyeol's fucking child.

As if Baekhyun could just say that.

Because here he is, watching on the corners of his eyes how this irksome woman stick to Chanyeol like a motherfucking leech. She's a fucking eyesore. He wants her gone.

She's been following Chanyeol everywhere he goes as she was saying something Chanyeol couldn't careless. She's been all around the house, and Baekhyun just wants to lunge onto her, pull her hair out of her scalp and maybe lock her inside the bathroom until she loses consciousness. He would hail a cab going to the airport, put her body there, export her to whatever place she came from and ban her in the country.

As if Baekhyun could do that.

Of course, he can mentally murder her, and he is somewhat guilty for already digging an imaginary grave for her in his mind. Because first, she's pregnant, second, she's older than him and third, she's a woman. Baekhyun knows what respect means, all kinds of respect in general. Parents and school taught him that since he was young. Women should be respected by men, and he is biologically a man, so that is why he's been keeping his cool just like how Chanyeol showed respect to his mother, though he knows how Chanyeol badly wanted to strangle her right then and there.

Right now they're having lunch, the three of them seated on one dining table that was once occupied by Chanyeol and him alone. Nana has the audacity to sit beside Chanyeol while Baekhyun sits in front of them. His appetite to eat has long left him regardless of how delicious the food is.

How can he even properly eat when the woman has been obviously putting a show in front of him to make him jealous. If glares could only kill, Nana is already dead before she can feed Chanyeol with her filthy spoon one more time. Worst part is, Chanyeol doesn't even bother to push her away and tell her to fuck off. He's been quiet just like Baekhyun, while the woman does all the talking which might be a little good (but still bad) for the tensed atmosphere among them three.

"Open up your mouth Channie, say ahh~"

Baekhyun clenches the fork with his fist.

"Fine. If you don't wanna open up, just feed me then," Nana says as she cuts the steak, handing the fork to Chanyeol. "Here. Feed me and the baby."

Chanyeol stares at Baekhyun. He's been staring at him for what seems like forever with those piercing eyes and deep gaze of his, while Baekhyun tries his best not to falter under his scrutiny. With Nana talking in the background, Baekhyun locks eyes with Chanyeol, still grasping the silverware inside his hand.

"Baekhyun, sweetie, is there something wrong?" Nana asks in concern and sugarcoated tone of her voice. "Didn't you like the food that I made?"

Baekhyun's throat suddenly constricts. He covers his mouth and coughs the steak on his palm, giving the woman an indifferent look. "Y-you cooked this?"

"Well, not only me." She gives Chanyeol a meaningful glance before smiling back at Baekhyun. "My husband helped with the seasoning."

That's it. Baekhyun's had enough.

He stands up and slams the table, before walking out of the dining room and leaving his food unfinished. Chanyeol stands up as well to follow him, instantly shoving Nana away when the woman tries to hold his arm to stop him. He goes upstairs and trails Baekhyun to his room which Baekhyun hasn't had the chance to lock before the man could get in.

Chanyeol steps inside and locks the door.

"Baekhyun."

Finally, there's just the two of them alone.

Baekhyun brings his knees close to his chest and moves to the very corner of the bed. He places his biggest pillows in front of him to serve as a makeshift barrier between him and Chanyeol.

"Don't get any closer," Baekhyun mutters. "Stay away."

As much as Chanyeol wants to throw the goddamned pillows away and pin Baekhyun on the mattress, he keeps his distance and sits on the farthest place of the bed. Baekhyun puts his guards up while he still glares at the other male who's waiting for him, or rather, waiting for the right moment to speak. Chanyeol seems to know that every word that's gonna come out of his mouth will be held against him. They haven't had a word since the night Baekhyun came home, and Chanyeol thinks this is the perfect timing to talk.

But Baekhyun beats him to it before he can speak.

"I made out with Sehun," Baekhyun says. "I just want to tell you that."

Chanyeol doesn't answer, but Baekhyun sees how his eyes flicker for a few seconds.

"Are you jealous? Are you mad?" Baekhyun asks. "Do you want to know if we fucked?"

Something triggers inside Chanyeol. He knows Sehun wouldn't do that to Baekhyun, Baekhyun's the one who's more likely to ask for it.

"Come on. Punish me now because I cheated on you. I cheated behind your back. I cheated on you with my best friend. Hurt me until I learned my lesson."

"Did you fuck?" Chanyeol asks. "Answer me."

Baekhyun folds his arms on top of his bent knees and mumbles, "Would I dare come home if we fucked." He still glares at the other male when Chanyeol heaves a sigh of relief. Bastard. Baekhyun thinks it's unfair. Chanyeol can do whatever he wants while he himself can't.

"That's a relief." Chanyeol reaches out to his hand but he swats it away.

"Don't hold my hand."

"Can we just talk?"

"We're already talking."

Chanyeol moves closer, Baekhyun moves farther.

"I told you to go home the other day, why didn't you do what I tell you?"

"I knew something was up, and I was right," Baekhyun says. "I saw you with that woman so I ran away."

"I apologize that you had to see that."

Baekhyun fake-laughs. Chanyeol keeps a straight face.

"Now you're saying sorry because of that, when in fact you have greater things to be apologizing for."

Chanyeol sighs. "So you already met her before. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you didn't answer me when I asked you about her."

"You never asked me again a clearer question."

"Because it hurt. Because I was scared you'd leave me if I asked you, I was scared that this moment would happen. And now look," Baekhyun gestures at the door, "You even took that woman in this house."

Chanyeol presses his lips into a thin line. He thinks of right words to say but they just never come out of his mouth.

"She doesn't have a place to stay. It's not safe for her to be alone out there."

Baekhyun can't believe he is hearing this bullshit. Since when did Chanyeol care about someone aside from him?

"So until when is she gonna stay here?" Baekhyun asks. "Or should I leave?"

"No. Don't leave," Chanyeol sighs again. "She'll go back to her place as soon as possible."

"When exactly?" Baekhyun asks, obviously impatient.

"I don't know... Maybe until it's fine for her health condition."

Baekhyun thinks this entire conversation is a whole crap. He laughs unamused and shakes his head to himself. Chanyeol right now isn't like the Chanyeol he used to know. It's like he's talking to a different person, a total stranger.

"Her condition... of course..." Baekhyun stifles the tears that are attempting to escape out of his swollen eyes. He's tired of crying, he's tired of pain. But what can he do if it's inevitable. "I... I can't believe I'm hearing this from you, Chanyeol sunbae."

"Baby, look. Just let me explain things to you and..."

"Now you're calling me that," Baekhyun says, "Baby? You mean the baby in her womb?"

Chanyeol covers his face in utmost frustration. It seems like he wants to pull his hair out and bang his head against the wall.

"Baekhyun, listen to what I have to say. I didn't mean to lie to you. I've never lied to you since--"

"Since when?"

Chanyeol stops right there.

"Figures. You didn't know the last time you told the truth... I can't even look at you in the eyes," Baekhyun says as he looks away. "It's like I don't know you anymore. I don't even know if you love me still."

"I love you," Chanyeol says.

"You're not Chanyeol. You're a stranger," Baekhyun says. "Chanyeol sunbae won't just tell me that."

"What the actual fuck," Chanyeol groans angrily, "You know what? I don't fucking understand you anymore. You won't listen to me. You won't believe me. Now you're accusing me of being a different person and a stranger. I'm trying to reach out to you but you're being such a bitch right now."

"Oh, so it's you who still have the nerve to get mad at me!?" Baekhyun raises his voice, and he's gripping the sheets hard until his knuckles turn white, "Between the two of us, you were the one who did something wrong! And you expect me to what? Listen to you? Believe you? Understand you? Oh my god, Chanyeol sunbae. You are such a jerk! A big-ass bastard!"

"You didn't do something wrong?" Chanyeol retorts back. "Wow, Byun Baekhyun? Then who made out with his fucking best friend like a desperate slut!?"

That hurts. Baekhyun's heart breaks.

"If I am a slut then you are a goddamned son of a bitch!" Baekhyun screams aloud. "You motherfucker!!!"

"What did you just call me?" Chanyeol asks in disbelief as he keeps himself from slapping Baekhyun's mouth. "Did you fucking hear what you just said?!"

"I fucking hate you!!!" Baekhyun screams on top of his lungs. "I REGRET BEING WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU!"

Chanyeol's expression changes. His face goes unreadable, it goes blank and scary. Baekhyun bites his lower lip hard and allows his tears to fall down his pale cheeks.

"Fine then," Chanyeol says. "Now I know."

Chanyeol turns his heel away and opens the door to leave. Baekhyun feels a sudden pang in his chest, a more painful jolt that makes its way into the depths of his heart. He right away regrets what he just said, because god knows how much he loves Chanyeol, that he didn't mean to say those words. He gets out of bed and opts to call Chanyeol's name when he spots Nana entering his bedroom as soon as Chanyeol opens the door.

His blood boils again.

"I heard you two shouting at each other so I just came in to check up on you?" Nana says, shrugging. "Just making sure you won't kill each other or something."

It's none of your goddamned business, Baekhyun mentally says. He notices the familiar color and design of what Nana is wearing. She offers him a knowing smile while Chanyeol seems not to give a single damn.

"What the fuck," Baekhyun curses.

"Chanyeol's clothes are too big so I hope you don't mind lending me yours?" Nana says, twirling around while showing off Baekhyun's blue and white striped shirt she's flaunting, "This shirt is just so comfy and my baby likes it."

Without another word, Baekhyun pushes the woman much to her and Chanyeol's surprise. He shakes her shoulders violently, pinning her against the bed.

"Take this off! This is my shirt!" Baekhyun yells, trying to rip the clothes off the woman's body. "Who gave you the right to wear this, huh!?"

"Ouch! What are you doing?!" Nana screams back. "Are you seriously getting me out of my shirt!?"

"It's not your shirt, it's mine! Give it back to me!" Baekhyun says, gripping her wrists with his stronger hands and holding her down against the bed. "I don't share my clothes to anyone!"

"It's just a shirt, what the fuck is your problem?" Nana whimpers, struggling. "Ouch! Chanyeol, help!"

"Just fucking take this off, bitch! What's mine is mine!" Baekhyun argues, not giving up as he uses his strength to lock her legs and torso so he can get what he wants. He doesn't care anymore if she's a girl or she's weaker than him.

"Baekhyun, stop!" Chanyeol holds him off but Baekhyun won't budge, as he still wrestles the pregnant lady down. "The fuck are you doing!"

"Don't touch me!" Baekhyun screams at Chanyeol before turning to Nana again. "Take my shirt off!

"I already wore it so just let me wear this!"

"Shut up, you don't have the right to take what's already my mine!" Baekhyun retorts back as the woman struggles underneath. Now he doesn't give a flying fuck even if she's on her underwear. What matters is that he gets his shirt back. "Give me this!"

"Ouch... I can't... I can't breathe! Chanyeol!" Nana coughs. "He's... He's hurting me..."

Chanyeol grabs Baekhyun's wrist so his hand would stop midair. "ENOUGH! Can't you see she's pregnant!? Are you fucking out of your mind!?"

Chanyeol's voice ringing into his ears, Baekhyun stops as though he has just lost his power. He looks at Chanyeol with complete hurt and anguish in his eyes as he gets out of the bed. He takes his shirt with him as he leaves his own room, closing the door with a loud thud.

"Damn. He's really gone out of control, hasn't he," Nana says as she shakes her head, smirking. She looks at her bare arms and finds deep red nail marks on her skin. She smiles at Chanyeol. "He's so wild just like you."

"Why-- why are you doing this? What the fuck do you want?"

"Simple." Nana covers herself with Baekhyun's blanket. "I want your attention, no distractions. I want you in private."

Chanyeol steps out of the room. "That won't happen. Why don't you leave already? You're ruining my house."

"I'm not gonna leave unless I get to be alone with you. All I ask is for you to listen to me and talk about---"

"No, stop. I don't wanna talk about the past... I can't..." Chanyeol releases a heavy sigh, pointing out to the door. "Will you just... fuck off before I do something to you."

"Okay," Nana says, smiling again and skipping out of the room. "I'll just try again next time."

Chanyeol groans and curses under his breath. He has had enough of fighting for today. "Fuck this."

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"You owe me an apology."

Baekhyun is trying to study. Exams are coming by next week so he has to buckle down, but how can he concentrate when a certain woman keeps on pestering him and getting on his nerves? Seems like she stops bothering Chanyeol for a while so she can now disturb Baekhyun. This woman is indeed a pain in the ass.

"Hey. Are you just gonna ignore me?" Nana says, quirking an eyebrow as she walks into the dining table where Baekhyun's books and notes are all laid out. She places her hand on top of Baekhyun's book to block the sentences Baekhyun is reading. "Hey. Didn't you hear me? I said I want an apology."

"You won't get any. You don't deserve it."

Baekhyun quickly closes his thick Physics book so that Nana's hand will get caught in between. He smirks.

"Ouch, what the hell!?" She withdraws her hand out. "Chanyeol! Baekhyun's hurting me!"

"Chanyeol sunbae's up in his room and he won't hear you," Baekhyun crosses his arms over his chest, glaring down at her, "bitch."

Nana smirks. "Perfect."

Baekhyun doesn't expect Nana's obnoxious laughter while she steps closer to him. He's taller than her for about two inches but he feels smaller at the moment. The woman looks crazy as fuck as she was grinning, like she was planning something evil.

"Hey, Baekhyun."

"What."

Baekhyun steps back.

"Hmm, nothing. I just thought you look more handsome up close."

"W-what are you doing," Baekhyun mutters, pacing backwards with his eyes widening. His back hits the chair so he sits on it while Nana is now in front of him, standing only a hairsbreadth away.

"G-get away from me! You're getting too close!"

Nana straddles his lap. Baekhyun screams.

"NOOO!!!"

Everything goes black.

Baekhyun doesn't even know how things happen just so quickly before his eyes. He finds himself mumbling gibberish, he can't even move his hands. The duct tape plastered on his mouth and the tie wounded around his wrist restrain him from moving and talking. Nana is smirking smugly, proud of what she has done.

"Mmngh!" Baekhyun cries. It's a blink of an eye and it happened too fast. One moment Nana is putting duct tape on his mouth and then next she is wounding the tie around his wrists. She's like a ninja.

Baekhyun glares at her.

"Aww. You are so soft, Baekhyun," Nana coos as he ruffles Baekhyun's fluffy hair, "You're like a little puppy. Can I have you?"

No! What the hell do you want from me!?

"Well actually, I need your help," Nana says. "I promise I'm gonna get you out of this if you do me this favor."

"Mmngh!" Baekhyun screams. Why would I do you a favor!?

The woman removes the tape off Baekhyun's lips, Baekhyun gasps. He tries to bite Nana's hand but she quickly hides it away.

"I need to talk to Chanyeol and you're the only one who can help me," Nana says, "He has to hear what I have to say."

"And why would I help you?" Baekhyun asks back. Nana inches closer to his ear and softly whispers something to him--- long knitted words and sentences that make Baekhyun's eyes widen in great surprise.

"Y-you mean---"

"Yes."

"But why---"

"Ssh. Just do what I told you."

Still at lost, Baekhyun says, "But... But I still don't trust you... I won't believe you."

"I already told you the truth, Baekhyun. You think I'm going to lie about it?"

Nana unties Baekhyun's hands while Baekhyun waits, bewilderment written on his face. He turns to look at Nana, staring right into her familiar eyes, and that's when he only notices it. He feels something he has felt before.

She's telling the truth.

"I thought you love him?"

Baekhyun nods his head. "I... I do."

"Then do it before it's too late," Nana says, "I will take care of the rest."

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Chanyeol flutters his eyes open and sees pitch black. His head is throbbing a little, he couldn't move a muscle. The last thing he vaguely remembers is Baekhyun knocking on his door while he was working on his report. Baekhyun was hesitant at first, but when he told him to come closer, Baekhyun ran towards him and punched his chest.

Before he hugged him tight and cried his heart out.

It happened too fast. Chanyeol recalls Baekhyun saying sorry for what he told him earlier, but he couldn't remember some details other than that after he drank the strawberry milk Baekhyun brought him. Strange, that Baekhyun suddenly acted like nothing happened between them when in fact he hasn't explained things to Baekhyun yet about the whole chaos. He thought Baekhyun's little apology token was something random and cute so he just drank the milk without thinking anything else.

He didn't know he's gone completely dozed off before he could say what he needed to tell Baekhyun. He was already unconscious when Baekhyun let go of him, tying him down.

"Shit, what the," Chanyeol mutters, trying to move his arms and legs but to no avail. Seated on a chair, he feels rope coiled around him, even his feet and wrists to prevent him from escaping. He can't see anything also because of the blindfold covering his eyes. "What the hell is happening!?"

"Is he awake?"

"Yeah, I think so," Baekhyun says.

"Thanks, Baekhyun. You can go." Chanyeol hears Nana's voice before the door shuts click. He grits his teeth.

"Get me out of this or else I'll kill you," Chanyeol threatens as he struggles, "Fuck you. What did you tell Baekhyun!?"

"I don't have any other choice, you know. You don't wanna talk to me so I asked for his help," Nana says, "I don't have much time fooling around with you, Channie. My baby's getting tired, too."

"I won't fucking listen to you. I don't need you in my life so just stop."

"I already told him the truth."

Chanyeol sighs in defeat as he lags his head down. He clenches his fists and mutters, "What the fuck do you want, Nana?"

"Stop calling me that. It's over," the woman says as she walks towards Chanyeol with her arms crossed. She fists his hair and Chanyeol feels pain on his scalp. "It's just you and me now. You can't run away this time." She lets out a sad smile as she lets go of Chanyeol's hair, taking his blindfold off so he can see her.

"What do you want," Chanyeol says again in a softer and weaker voice, as though he's finally giving up and surrendering, "Noona.."

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To be continued.