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Baekhyun's story part 2

What a pity she steadfastly held to the final line she would not cross-she would not let me enter her. Even though I had already licked that area until it was clean and slippery, she was still unwilling. "Baekhyun, this is my bottom line." She would say, in deadly earnest, "Don't think about it, don't even try to coax me. If you try and force me, before you know it, I will be reporting you for rape. So, get rid of that desire!"

F**k, ruthless, so ruthless. I still had to get into university. Moreover, I believed she would really do it.

However, many years later, I was able to make up for this regret. She was mine, in the end she was mine, she could not escape.

After many days of being with Rosé, yet being unable to have sex, I once again started to get restless.

That day, the weather was not great, as gloomy as the face of a dead man. I wandered aimlessly around the streets, unable to find a suitable objective. I returned home in the evening depressed and frustrated. Upon entering the room, I saw Rosé rubbing her eyes and getting up from the sofa. "Why are you home so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

This scene was too perfect.

A room full of warm, yellow light. Rosé wearing a red dress, with her skin as white as snow. Her long, black hair shone like silk under the light.

I watched her approaching, and felt keenly the desire of my body growing uncontrollably like a crazy weed.

I was unable to tell what kind of desire it was.

Whichever kind was fine, it was all mine.

With one move I lifted her in a princess carry, and strode towards the bedroom: "Chae, I will give you a night you will never forget."

Who knew, she pushed against me with an embarrassed face as she cried out, "Don't talk about that anymore!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the sound of suppressed laughter could be heard from the bedroom. The door squeaked open, and I saw quite a number of schoolmates laughing heartily. One of them was holding a cream birthday cake decorated with lit candles.

Rosé was even more embarrassed. She buried her face in my chest and said, "I invited them here to celebrate your birthday... why are you talking nonsense!"

Ah, so it was like that.

Rosé pulled me along until I was seated in the middle of the group of schoolmates, and in front of the lighted birthday cake.

"Quick, make a wish!" Her bright, shining eyes gazed at me.

No one had ever celebrated my birthday before. My deaf-mute parents did not have the leisure or the inclination for such a thing. As for Rosé, who knew how she had discovered my birthday? Such a carefree girl had turned my life upside down, yet had also captured my heart.

I hugged her waist and said, "I want to be with Rosé forever."

Everyone hooted. Rosé's eyes were moist as she said, "You fool! If you say your wish aloud, it won't come true,"

I lowered my head to kiss her. "No, it will come true."

I won't kill you. We can be together forever.

Our break-up occurred faster than expected, but it also seemed to be something entirely logical.

Perhaps it was because other girls' boyfriends had more money than I did, so they could take their girlfriends to the movies, buy chocolates for them, and even buy clothes, while I could only hold her hand and stroll with her around the park. Perhaps it was because she was a constant visitor to my home, and encountered my simple and unsophisticated deaf-mute parents, as well as the clear signs of poverty, which led to a slow accumulation of disgust. Or, it could have been the earnest admonishment of our form teacher, which became a stern reprimand, that caused Rosé to waver eventually...

In reality, I didn't really care either way. I told the form teacher, "I am serious about my relationship with Rosé, and it doesn't affect my results. I will not break up with her."

However, the form teacher said, "Rosé has already agreed to break up with you. This semester, her results have dropped alarmingly. If you don't want to think about yourself, then think about her."

When I returned to the classroom, I saw Rosé lying prostrate on her table, crying bitterly. Several girls were by her side, consoling her.

I walked over and sat on the table opposite hers. Everyone in the classroom was watching us.

"Don't cry anymore." I ruffled her hair, and said, " Chae, my love for you will never change. After a few years, when I have established my career, I will come and look for you again."

She cried even more bitterly, but made no attempt to persuade me otherwise.

I thought this was all very normal, this was how my Rosé would act. But, she probably did not really understand that I was extremely serious when I said those words. I had no patience to waste a few more years looking for a woman who so suited my taste.

Thereafter, my life changed completely.

After my parents frankly informed me that I was not their biological child, I became bored and restless in Lin City, and yet was unable to kill more people. I thought I might as well take the entrance examination for Hong Kong University, and, while I was at it, to search to see what kind of parents would abandon their child.

And, the biggest mistake of my life was to become ensnared with this psychopath, Park Chanyeol.

This situation was a really laughable, freakish combination of factors. For no good rhyme or reason, I became a serial killer. I had even thought that the coast guard had fortuitously dredged up the bodies of my previous victims-I clearly remembered throwing them very far away from land. I could only keep moving, keep fleeing, until at last, it finally dawned on me that the bastard had laid another killer's work on my shoulders.

Later on, the evidence was already irrefutable. I called my best buddy, who was a lawyer, and he tactfully advised me, "I don't believe you did this, either. But... it will definitely be the death penalty."

I could only continue to flee. Afterwards, when I slowly thought through the situation and figured out how it all happened, I wanted to laugh.

F**king Hong Kong was really a land of good fortune, and Chanyeol and I had engaged in an unavoidable confrontation. I reckoned he had no inkling that we were actually of the same kind.

I hid in the deep mountains of Lin City for three years.

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