"Kidnap you. Why?"

"Clubs are my greatest fear,
And Channie,If I get drunk,
Without realising it,
And if someone tries to do something,
My voiceless screams,
Would not reach you.
Please."

"I Am on my way."

Baekhyun was right. Why did Chanyeol agree to let her go to Kai's party. He is such a dumbass.

He reached her condo and climbed her balcony and into her room. Well if Chanyeol were her kidnapper he wouldnt enter from the front door right.

She was dressed in short skirts. With a white blouse and blue jacket. Matching her skirts. Baekhyun fiddled with her phone as she looked up at Chanyeol and giggled at his attire.

"I am kidnapping you. So I dressed in black." Chanyeol shrugged.

She shook her head reaching for her note book. When Chanyeol held her hand.

"No need for that buddy. Lets go." He pulled her with him helping her down the balcony.

Channie where are we?  Baekhyun mouthed her words getting down.

"My house. Come." They entered Chanyeol's condo.

The atmosphere became warm and homely. Chanyeol made hot chocolate as they settled down on the living room couch.

They talked of all things. Baekhyun smiled,giggled and laughed. She kept tucking her hair behind her ear everytime it fell.

Chanyeol loved to see Baekhyun laugh, the way she would pout and mumble. She didn't anything on a paper but Chanyeol was slowly learning how to understand her.

That night she stayed back at his house. The next day being a holiday the taller decided to arrange the house. He went to the post box that overflowed with papers. He kept throwing them in a dustbin when one certain paper caught his eye.

It date back five years ago. With the big headlines on the first page.

BYUN'S AND SON DEAD IN A FATETAL ACCIDENT LEAVING THEIR ONLY DAUGHTER BEHIND.

BYUN BAEKHYUN AN ORPHANED HEIR TO THE BYUN'S COMPANY.

This left Chanyeol in shock that his eyes widened and looked at the smiling girl that stood wearing his shirt that covered her short shirt.

He suddenly hugged her tightly. His arms wrapped around her shoulders.

Baekhyun raised her head to ask why. When Chanyeol showed her the papers.

Her heart wrenched at the thought, silvery images rushed through her mind. Tears streaming down her face. The shock draining her energy. As she collasped in Chanyeols arms. Her chest heaving up and down as she tried hard to catch her breath.

Baekhyun clutched Chanyeol tightly and cried silently. They sat on the cold tiled floor.

In each others embrace. Until Baekhyun pulled away. She pointed at the picture of her dead parents and brother. And pointed at her eyes.

"You saw it?" Chanyeol raised a brow.

Baekhyun nodded. She pointed to her chest and then to a book. Then to the car crash picture.

"You..were at the library? When u saw it happen?"

Baekhyun nodded mouthing a outside the library.

Chanyeol read her pink lips.

"Wait...You were outside the library when they met with an accident?"

Baekhyun nodded with tears in his eyes.

"So you've been alone for five years? Who looks after you? Do you eat and drink? Baekhyun you should told me." Chanyeol looked into her chocolate brown orbs.

The brunette nodded and showed him a cross. And mouthed a mother supirior. Down town.

"Mother supiriour down town? Baek enough of these you are moving in with me this instant and thats final. Even your parents wouldnt have let you stay alone this long." Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun outside his condo and into his car. Forgetting that she was wearing his shirt.

"Come in." A soothing voice said.

"Hi mom." Chanyeol said walking towards her office couch.

"Omg. Chanyeol you look upset. Why is it baby?" Mrs Park sat next to her son.

"Mom I found Baekhyun. And she looks like a goddess. But.." The giant looked down. "She's isn't the talkative idiot I adored so much. Her parents are dead and she's been living alone for five years under the church. She doesnt talk mom. She is like mute. I asked her to move in with me. Is it okay?" Chanyeol looked his mother. She smiled sweetly.

"Son. I know you care for her. Well I dont mind her staying with you. Chanyeol if you have to know why she had changed you have to find the root for the cause. Go to the church and know what exactly happened five years ago. Hmmm?
Mrs Park hugged her big baby son.

Chanyeol picked Baekhyun as he drove her to meet Yoora. His beloved noona.

"OMG CHANYEOL. Look at you. Handsome young man." She hugged her brother as she spotted Baekhyun.

Her golden brown hair swaying as the breeze blue through, her pink shortskirt and white blouse making her look gorgeous.

"Chanyeol I never knew you were in love.Man you are lucky." Yoora laughed.

"Noona. She is Baekhyun. My girl friend and I am not in love." Chanyeol pulled her closer.

"Baekhyun. I mean Baekkie. Omg come here baby." Yoora hugged her with tears in her eyes. "I missed you so much."

Me too

Her note book read. And Baekhyun smiled.

"Yoora she is too shy to speak please bare with it until I am back okay. Please." Chanyeol said.

His sister nodded taking Baek inside with her as Chanyeol headed towards the church down town.

I was heading down street when I saw a comotion and thought I'd see what was going on.

It was a car crash and the ambulance was taking the bodies, When I spotted Baekhyun sitting with a shocked face on the pavement.

I took her along with me to the church, her parents were buried and weeks passed. Her shocked expression started to fade she started laughing and smiling.

But one thing was missing. Sound. Her voice. She never spoke nor did the slightest noise escape her lips.

We took her to the doctors to check if she was alright. And they did. She was perfectly alright. Yet she lost something precious.

She lost her voice.

The shock that the accident gave her, stole her voice.

And left her dumb.

She is been dumb ever since. But no one ever knows expect a few.

The libraian said she heard her scream. "Mama,Papa.Oppa."

When she saw the car skidding and as it crashed she went mute.

I shared this with you for you say you are her best friend and I know your heart carries more than friendship towards her.

Protect her Chanyeol. Bring her voice back son.

♥
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