SILENCE LOVE'S

Chapter 11's

I sighed tiredly on my bed, just getting home from Edensor. Today is a pretty fun day. I don't know, it feels a little different than the day before, because there was an immeasurable surprise that I experienced.

Baekhyun Smile.

Yep. His smile turned out to be so sweet even though he was just smiling knots. Although this is the second time I have seen that man's smile, it feels like today his smile is more sincere than ever. Aigoo... Why am I thinking about that man now? And stupidly, now I was smiling myself imagining the incident last afternoon.

The phone suddenly dropped me. I reached into my little bag and took my cell phone.

"Yoot!" call the guy with the bass voice I know.

"Oh, Taehyung. What's up?" my many.

"Tomorrow there's a fashion festival! You want to come with me?" askinya.

I scrunched my forehead, "Isn't the festival past now?" my many. I saw a newspaper that a few days ago a fashion festival was held on Oxford Street.

"This is another theme. If yesterday the theme was Glamour in Autumn, now it is the fashion theme of used goods. It's common, but still interesting. This time the festival was held in the room. Do you want to? Tomorrow we leave at one in the afternoon. I'll pick you up."

I sat down from my sleeping position. I really wanted to leave and the first thought that came to my head was to take Baekhyun along. But Taehyung's next words blew my plan.

"I only bought two tickets to go later. One for you and one for me. The ticket price is a little expensive if I have to take Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Sehun, Lay, and Kyungsoo" Taehyung said.

I smiled faintly at her words that were still thinking about the five men, "They've returned to Korea minus Baekhyun."

"Huh?! Really?!" taehyung exclaimed in surprise, "Aish! When did they come home? Why didn't you tell me about it?!"

"Yesterday. I'm sorry, I went with Baekhyun yesterday to Edensor, so I didn't think to tell you."

"You're going out there alone with Baekhyun?" tanyakanya. He sounded surprised when he asked like that.

"Yes. I went with him both yesterday. What's up?"

A little silence across the phone.

"I just didn't expect Baekhyun's figure to be so contrary to his attitude on stage. I was so surprised when you turned out to be close to him."

I smiled again. I don't know why the matter about Baekhyun now makes me smile so much.

"Yes, that's it. The man is quite temperamental," I replied.

"So, how? Do you want to?" bring again.

"All right, I want to."

"I'll tell you if I'll pick you up, yeah!"

I switched off my phone and decided to take a shower and went to bed faster.

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This fashion festival is held in the home shopping building in London. A lot of people come to this show. Most of the people who come are upper class people but not a few lay people who participate in watching this festival. After showing me the ticket, Taehyung took me to a large room with a red catwalk floor at the center of the room. The atmosphere had started to bustle with people slowly filling the audience seats. Taehyung took me to the VIP seat where the seat was at the front.

"You bought a VIP ticket for me?!" I was surprised when we sat down.

Taehyung smiled, "Who knows you'd rather see the appearance from a close range. It's okay if for two people, I can still buy the ticket. I wish this could be your writing."

I was stunned to see him so enthusiastic about this festival. Why would he want to do this for me, a friend he just met a few days ago.

"You shouldn't have to do this. These tickets are expensive and I'm sure they'll cost you half your salary. I'll replace it later," I said. Taehyung quickly turned to me and shook his head loudly.

"No need, Sohyun. I did this purely of my will. You're my friend and I just want to help you. So please enjoy the festival today without having to think about the cost of the tickets I spent." He looked at me with a serious face that made me finally sigh and nod my head.

The festival begins and the host delivers the event today. Soon, the real fashion show began. From female models to men showing off unique clothes that are recycled from garbage and produce very interesting work! All these clothes are very expensive and comparable to luxury clothes made with the best materials. I take a lot of photos to make my story material.

After the event, Taehyung took me around the building which was back displaying clothes to sell at a cheaper price than usual. He explained to me that all the clothes in this large room are made of the best quality of goods. In addition, there are also those from Korea. Fashion in Korea is also no less interesting with fashion here.

"Taehyung!" call a man from afar while we're looking through the clothes on display. We both turned to the source of the voice and found a familiar figure to me.

"Oh, Seokjin! It's so nice to meet you here!" taehyung said greeting the man with a mixed face of caucasian and Asian. Seokjin smiled and then she looked at me.

"Yeah, Sohyun. You came here with him too. Has Taehyung introduced Korean clothing products?" tanyanya smiled.

I nodded my head, "Yes. He just asked me to look around. It looks luxurious and deserves to be matched with other fashions."

Seokjin nodded her head then turned to Taehyung, "Didn't you gift Sohyun with those fancy clothes? Come on, Young Master Kim! You should be able to act like a man with a girl!"

Young Master Kim?

I looked at Taehyung who was now a sour face and looked annoyed while looking at Seokjin.

"Yeah! Why are you calling me that?!" taehyung said annoyedly.

Seokjin laughed and now he looked back at me. He closed his mouth and glanced at Taehyung again.

"He doesn't know who you are?" ask Seokjin.

"Come on, what's going on? Why are you talking about things I don't understand? Young Master Kim? What does that mean, Taehyung?" I asked in the end because I was too curious about what they said.

"Let me explain," said Seokjin smiling again, "Kim Taehyung is the son of heir Kim Group, the owner of a famous home shopping in Korea. The clothes from Korea that were here were his senders who also contributed to the festival."

I widened my eyes while looking back at Taehyung who now looked resigned and he sighed. He is the son of the heir to the famous home shopping in Korea?!

"REally?!" myrag.

"Ah. that-"

"Well, you're one of the lucky girls who gets close to Taehyung. Though there have been many girls trying to be her lover," Seokjin said again with a little laugh.

"Yeah! Can you stop talking about such unimportant things, Seokjin? You're this really..."

"But that's the truth, Taehyung. Yeah, I've got to take care of a few more things over there. Excuse me!" seokjin ended the conversation. He glanced at me with a smile and left us.

"I'm sorry about my friend. He likes to talk" Taehyung said.

"Yes. Pretty surprised because you turned out to be a chaebol. You didn't tell me" I replied. Taehyung's face turned completely pouted now.

"Hey, I don't intend to tell you that because I don't think it matters" Taehyung said.

"Yes already. I don't mind where you're from. What is clear is that now you accompany me around again" I said smilingly and walked ahead of him to look around again.

While walking towards one of the clothing spots, my attention was diverted to the scarf display that was there. All sorts of colors and materials were there and I was interested to see them.

"Well, this scarf is so soft!" I was amazed while holding a soft cream colored scarf.

"Yes. This scarf is made of the finest wool fabric. Warm and soft and not easily damaged when washed," Taehyung explained. I picked myself up and glanced at the price of the scarf. When I saw it, my reflexes let it go.

"Why?" tanya Taehyung was shocked by my attitude.

I grimaced, "The price is so expensive!"

The man chuckled small because of my attitude.

"You want that?" ask Taehyung.

"Well, I want to give this scarf as a gift" I said.

"Let me buy it" said Taehyung, who I quickly refused.

"Fabrics with the best ingredients won't come twice here, Sohyun. I think I need to give you two. One as a gift, and one for you."

Before I started to argue again, Taehyung called the waiter and spoke to him to pick up the two cream-colored scarves that I held before and were white. He gave me no space to speak because he quickly pulled out a credit card. But what makes my eyes wide is, the card is not an ordinary card. That is unlimited card! And only conglomerates have that!

You can say silly looking at that card.

"Here, take it." Taehyung handed the two black paper bags to me.

"Taehyung, let me pay you for this cream-colored scarf. I beg. It's a gift for someone else and let me use my money. White scarf for me, it's up to you" I pleaded.

Taehyung thought for a while and then he finally sighed.

"alright. That cream scarf you pay, and this white one I pay."

"Thank you very much, Taehyung. I promise I'll pay it back!" I smiled as I lowered my head a little.

Taehyung smiled then nodded his head.

"It doesn't have to be that way, Sohyun. Alright. Let's go eat. It's night time now" Taehyung said. He took my hand and took me to a restaurant not far from the home shopping building. After eating, Taehyung drove me home. This time, he took a car.

"Thank you for driving me home" I said when I got to the front of the house.

"Either. Then, excuse me. Thank you for accompanying me today" Taehyung said.

"I should be grateful, Young Master Kim," I said with a smile, contrasting Taehyung's now bent face.

"Don't call me that" she replied, upset and chuckled.

"All right, I'm sorry! Then be careful."

He waved his hand from the car and drove away from the housing. I stared at the black bag with the cream-colored scarf. This scarf I want to give to Baekhyun. Her black scarf looks weird to her. I knocked on Baekhyun's door and pressed the bell but there was no answer. I watched his car which he parked, and his shoes which were still in front of his house.

Suddenly panic attacked me. I'm afraid something happened to her like a few days ago. Is Baekhyun feeling depressed again today?! He should have felt better given his attitude yesterday! I pressed the bell again and knocked on the door, hoping that Baekhyun would open the door immediately.

Three minutes.

Five minutes.

I tried to open the door and open it! He did not lock the door again.

If there is a thief who enters how?!

"Baekhyun!" call me when I get into his house. Silent. There's no one. I ran to her closed room. Baekhyun was inside and he locked the door.

"Baek! Open the door, it's me, Sohyun!" call me while knocking on her bedroom door. There's no answer.

"Oh, shit!" my curse then ran downstairs and took the spare key that was in the kitchen drawer. Chanyeol had told me about the spare key that was made.

I quickly opened the door and my netra found Baekhyun drunk and drinking alcohol.

"Baek! Are you drunk again?!" I was surprised to see the messy state of his room with bottles of alcohol and beer scattered. I gathered near him who sat on the floor and leaned against the bed.

Baekhyun turned to me with a reddened face.

"Oh, there's Sohyun. What are you doing here? Wanna judge me too, huh?" he said drunk.

I clenched my forehead hearing what he said.

"They all just judge me for running away from the law. The case itself has also been closed and all this is because of Mr Jung!" said again.

I looked at the phone near Baekhyun and grabbed it. He was looking at the news and comments of netizens who spoke very rudely and hurtfully. I sighed and looked at Baekhyun.

"Baek, you don't have to care what they say if you're innocent," I said trying to calm him down by holding his shoulder. But quickly Baekhyun brushed off my hand, leaving me stunned.

"You're good to me because you feel sorry for me, right? You would be just like them if you knew what really happened to me! Everyone hates me!"

I was surprised and a little bit hit. Really am! Why would Baekhyun think that?

"I will not judge you, Baek," I replied trying to calm down.

"You'll do that, Sohyun!" snapped it. His eyes were reddened and his jaw hardened, "You will definitely hate me. You're good to me because of Lay's request, aren't you?!"

I'm speechless.

Everything Baekhyun said was true.

Everything I've done all this time just kept my promise to Lay. Why is my little heart trying to rebel?

I want to say that it's not true.

"See. You admit it." Baekhyun looked at me while smiling cynically. I think he's half conscious of his drunkenness.

"Baek, I-I"

"Stop pretending to care about me! Why have you been trying to heal my trauma if you finally-"

Plaque!

A slap I threw at Baekhyun's smooth face, made the man come to his senses from his drunkenness and he looked at me with a flash of anger.

"Stop your slurring words! You're drunk, Baek!" I said angry. My tears are now. A second later I felt a little guilty for slapping him.

Baekhyun snorted, "I wasn't drunk when I said it, Sohyun. I speak the truth with awareness. Didn't we? I know this is from Lay. He told me everything!"

I'm aghast. Is it true what he said?

"If Lay doesn't flirt when he talks to me, I probably won't know anything else behind your good attitude towards me, Sohyun. I hate you!"

My heart hurts to hear that. Like a wound sown with salt, my eyes stung more and more in my eyes.

"So it's better not to bother my life again!"

"Good!"

I explode. An emotion I could no longer contain finally exploded. Unfortunately, a tear slid from my eyes.

"Well, Byun Baekhyun. Aye! I did this because Lay begged me. At first I didn't care about you. Right you said if I knew what happened to you, I wouldn't want to get close to you. Did you know that Lay told me about your past? Is that guy a joke about that too?!"

Baekhyun pias's face. He's surprised. I don't think he knows that point.

"Yes! Lay tell me about your past! I know everything! Butwhat? I still care about you until now! I want to be friends with you and I want to be able to help you heal from the severe trauma you've been through!" I said while holding back an unlucky cry stronger than my determination to hold it in.

"I care about you, Baekhyun! You're my friend! But you said that without asking me nicely. Who's judging first, huh? Answer me!"

Baekhyun. His face now displayed a deep feeling of guilt. But all that no longer means anything to me.

"Well if you hate me. I won't care about you anymore. I'm going back to Canada tomorrow. I'll speed up the schedule for a week so as not to interfere with your life again. Good night, Mr. Byun. I'm sorry."

I threw the black bag I was carrying on the floor of his room and ran out of it.

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