The first thing he heard were gunshots, then something scraped against the concrete. “Who’s there?” he called out. It was too dark to see anything, and he was only going by sound. “Is anyone—”
Another gunshot and suddenly he crumbled to the floor, a sharp pain in his leg keeping him from standing upright. He cried out in pain and moved his hand to where the sting was coming from, already knowing what he was going to feel. He hissed at touch.
“Help!” he yelled, but his voice came out hoarse and barely audible. “Please, someone help,” he whispered to himself, tears streaming down his face.
Somewhere in front of him there was a menacing laugh. “There’s no one to save you…” a cruel voice said.
Baekhyun woke up in a cold sweat. His breathing was ragged as if his lungs couldn’t get enough air. He focused on slowing down his heartbeat and breathing.
Taking a deep breath, he looked around his room—his room, he was still in his room, he was safe.
He tossed the covers aside and walked to the bathroom. Maybe splashing cold water on his face would get the nightmare out of his head.
He checked the time one his bedside table. 2:43. He groaned.
Baekhyun turned the faucet on and let it run. He was too tired to go downstairs to get water or turn the TV on to distract himself, so he just opted for trying to go back to sleep.
He tossed and turned in bed for a few minutes before sleep finally returned to him.
. . .
“Good morning Baekhyun,” someone was saying but Baekhyun barely registered who it was.
“Get away,” Baekhyun muttered.
“Baekhyun, you have to wake up.” Someone began shaking him awake. “Baekhyun.”
He groaned and blinked his eyes open.
“Finally,” Kyungsoo, his sort-of-kind-of-but-not-really butler, muttered.
“What time is it?” Baekhyun asked.
“6:30,” Kyungsoo replied, “now get up, your parents are waiting on you to have breakfast.”
“Ugh, fine give me five minutes,” Baekhyun said.
Kyungsoo nodded. “But I’m coming back to check on you.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
He sat up and got out of bed, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He remembered the nightmare still, very vividly, almost as if it had actually happened.
He gave himself some quick slaps in the face hoping it would wake him up. Sighing, he reached for his robe and went downstairs. If his parents were still home that meant they had something to talk to him about—and chances were he probably wasn’t going to like it.
“Good morning Baekie, sleep well?” his mother greeted.
“Good morning Baekhyun,” his father said, taking a sip from his coffee.
“Good morning,” Baekhyun replied. “Anything important happening today?” he asked, more to create conversation than actual curiosity.
“Just the usual meeting with the president,” his father replied casually.
Baekhyun wasn’t surprised.
“Baekhyun, sit down please, we need to talk,” his father said.
“Sweetie, your father and I have made a decision,” his mother began. Baekhyun didn’t like her tone.
“We’ve decided to finally hire a bodyguard for you,” his father finished.
“Why? We’ve talked about this so many times—”
“Don’t argue with me on this,” his father snapped. “You are getting a bodyguard period; I don’t want any complaints.”
Baekhyun shrunk back in his seat. His father never spoke to him that way.
“Junmyeon dear, calm down, no need to get angry,” his mother said.
His father took a deep breath. “I’m sorry Baekhyun, it’s just—I should’ve done it a long time ago.”
“Dad, I can defend myself, I don’t need someone to protect me,” Baekhyun said.
“No, nothing you say will change my mind. Now go upstairs and get ready for school,” his father said and waved a hand, dismissing him.
“But—” One look from his father kept him from saying what he was going to.
“Kyungsoo, go with him to make sure he doesn’t run off.”
Kyungsoo nodded and followed Baekhyun out.
. . .
Baekhyun threw another shirt out of the drawer. “Ugh, I can’t find any of my uniforms!”
“Let me look…” Kyungsoo said.
Not even two minutes later Kyungsoo emerged from Baekhyun’s closet with freshly pressed uniform pants and blazer. “Found it.”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to complain but Kyungsoo already started, “It was on the last rack. I’ll go pick up your others from the dry cleaners today, now go get ready.”
“Thank you,” Baekhyun singsonged before taking the uniform from Kyungsoo and then locking himself in the bathroom.
He started on his usual morning routine of cleansers and face masks, only finishing what must’ve been 10 minutes later—as always.
“Baekhyun? Are you almost done? You’re going to be late,” Kyungsoo said from the other side of the door.
“I’m coming, just give me one more minute,” Baekhyun said and spritzed some perfume before walking out.
“Ready?” Kyungsoo asked once he stepped out of the bathroom.
“I will be taking you to school today and your new bodyguard will be picking you up,” Kyungsoo said.
Baekhyun groaned. “Don’t remind me... Let’s just go.”
They walked down the stairs in silence and headed for the garage.
As Kyungsoo was opening the door, Baekhyun’s mom called out to him. “Baekie, sweetie, please don’t be upset with your father, we just want you to be safe,” his mother said.
“Safe from what? Nothing’s going to happen to me,” Baekhyun said.
“There are bad people out there in this world Baekie, we can never be sure.”
“He should’ve at least asked my opinion before he got me a fucking bodyguard.”
His mother raised an eyebrow. “And what would you have said if he did?”
Baekhyun sighed. “I would’ve said no…”
“Then there you go. Just… let him cool off for a bit, you know how he gets this time of the year. Give him some time and maybe he’ll consider taking the bodyguard back. But for now just cooperate okay Baekie?”
“Good, now go or else you’ll be late.”
. . .
The ride to school was quiet, Baekhyun surprisingly not in the mood to talk. Kyungsoo stopped the car in front of the school for Baekhyun to get off.
“Your bodyguard’s name is Park Chanyeol, he’ll be waiting for you in the parking lot after practice,” Kyungsoo said. “Here is his number in case you can’t find him.” Kyungsoo handed him a piece of paper with the name Park Chanyeol and a phone number delicately written on it. “Have a good day.”
“Thanks,” was all Baekhyun said and moved away from the car.
He walked quietly to his and Minseok’s usual spot before school started, where the elder was already waiting.
“Good morning,” Minseok said in a cheery voice, looking up from his phone.
“Ugh, not a good morning,” Baekhyun said as he leaned against the wall next to Minseok.
Minseok pouted. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed…”
“Shouldn’t’ve woken up at all,” Baekhyun muttered.
“Why? What happened?” Minseok asked.
They began walking down the hallway to their respective classrooms. “My dad hired a bodyguard for me,” Baekhyun said.
“But I thought you guys agreed that you didn’t need one,” Minseok said.
“Now what? Have you met him—or her—yet?”
“Him. No, not yet, I just know that his name is Park Chanyeol and he’s picking me up after practice today.”
“Kim Baekhyun if you are in the building please report to the front office,” someone called over the intercom. All eyes fell on Baekhyun.
Baekhyun groaned. “What is it now?” he muttered to himself. “I’ll see you at lunch,” he said to Minseok.
“Alright, see you.”
Baekhyun waved a quick bye and headed down the hall.
“I’m here,” he announced as he opened the doors to the front office.
“Good morning Baekhyun,” the secretary said.
“Good morning. Why was I called here?”
“We have a new student whom you may already know, and the principal would like you to show him around,” she replied, “he’ll be out in a minute, you’re welcome to take a seat while you wait.”
Baekhyun nodded and took a seat by the door.
A few minutes after he’d sat down, the door to the principal’s office opened and a familiar face stepped out.
“Jongdae! Hey!” Baekhyun said, getting up to greet his friend. “What brings you to SMTown High?”
Jongdae shrugged. “My dad thought I needed to change schools.”
“Oh well, what the president says goes right?”
Jongdae chuckled. “Yeah, it does.”
“I’m so glad you two get along,” the principal said. “Baekhyun, please show Jongdae around and go through his schedule with him.”
Baekhyun nodded. “Yes ma’am. Come on Jongdae, we’ll start at the main entrance.”
Jongdae nodded and followed Baekhyun out.
. . .
Baekhyun suffered through the first half of his day then headed to lunch to meet with Minseok and Jongdae.
Baekhyun spotted Jongdae first, coming out of the lunch line with a plate of food. He waved his friend down and gestured for him to follow him to the table where Minseok was sitting waiting for Baekhyun.
“Minseok, this is my friend Jongdae, he just transferred here,” Baekhyun explained.
“We’ve already met, he’s in my class,” Minseok said as the two sat down. “Nice to see you again Jongdae. I didn’t know you two knew each other.”
“He’s the president’s son, I’m the president’s advisor’s son—we see each other a lot,” Baekhyun explained.
“I knew I’d seen you before,” Minseok said.
Jongdae shrugged. “A lot of people have.”
“Do you have practice today?” Minseok asked, turning to Baekhyun.
“Yeah, until 6,” Baekhyun replied. “You?”
“What do you guys play?” Jongdae asked.
“I play football he plays baseball,” Baekhyun said. “Do you play any sports?”
“Baseball,” Jongdae said. “Do you think the coach will let me on the team?”
“It depends, how good are you?” Minseok asked.
“Then probably, just swing by the field today and I’ll talk to Coach.”
“How do you like it here so far?” Baekhyun asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.
“It’s nice, I like it better than my other school,” Jongdae replied.
“That’s good,” Minseok said. “Met anyone new?”
“I’ve talked to a few people, no one too interesting…”
Baekhyun was about to ask another question when he felt two hands on his shoulders.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes.
“Hey Baozi,” Luhan said, ruffling Minseok’s hair.
“Hey Luhan,” they muttered.
Luhan took a seat across from them. “You coming to practice?” he asked Minseok.
“Of course. Why?” Minseok replied.
Luhan smirked. “No reason…”
Baekhyun and Minseok exchanged looks.
“Okay…” Minseok said.
A girl came up to Luhan and promptly sat on his lap.
“Hey babe,” he said and kissed her.
Baekhyun, Minseok, and Jongdae looked at each other uncomfortably.
“This doesn’t happen often,” Baekhyun whispered to Jongdae.
“For the most part,” Minseok added.
Luhan and the girl were getting a little too handsy for anyone to be comfortable, but it was only when Luhan let out a moan that Minseok said, “Really? Right in front of my salad?”
The two lovers broke apart.
“Sorry Baozi, am I making you uncomfortable?” Luhan said.
Minseok rolled his eyes. “Can you please make out with your girlfriend somewhere else?”
Luhan smirked. “Anything for you Baozi, but you might wanna get used to it…”
“What? Why?” Minseok asked but Luhan was already walking away. “Why does he have to be so cryptic?”
“I’m sorry about him,” Baekhyun said, “his name is Luhan, he can be…”
“An asshole,” Minseok finished.
“I was going to say a little snobby but that works too,” Baekhyun said.
“It’s fine, there were guys like him at my old school,” Jongdae said.
Baekhyun checked his phone. “Lunch is almost over; we’ll talk more later?”
“Yeah, we’ll meet up after school,” Jongdae said.
“Alright, you two have fun, we’ll see each other later,” Baekhyun said.
“See you Baek,” Minseok said.
“See you,” Jongdae said.
. . .
At the sound of the last bell, Baekhyun shoved his things in his bag and hurried to the locker room for practice.
As usual, he was one of the first few to get there; he went to his locker and quickly got changed into his practice clothes.
The locker room was still relatively empty by the time he was done changing, so Baekhyun took advantage of the quiet locker room and laid down on a bench to take a nap.
He was almost falling asleep when he heard something bang against the lockers followed by a series of giggles.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes. Great, someone brought their girlfriend into the locker room, again.
He sat up and looked around expecting to find a young girl pushed up against a locker with her hands all over a football or baseball player but what he saw took him completely by surprise.
Kim Jongin—better known as Kai—co-captain of the baseball team was being held up against the lockers by Oh Sehun, captain of the baseball team, while the two of them made out like no one was watching—which is probably what they thought.
Baekhyun cleared his throat to make his presence known.
Kai and Sehun stopped kissing and turned towards him.
Kai blushed. “I-I’m sorry, we didn’t know you were in here,” he said.
“No, it’s fine, you guys do your thing,” Baekhyun said.
Sehun wrapped his arm around Kai’s waist. “Have you been sitting there long?” he asked.
Baekhyun shook his head.
Sehun shrugged. “Whatever, it’s not like it’s a secret,” he said and planted a small kiss on Kai’s cheek, making him blush again.
“Really?” Baekhyun asked.
Kai and Sehun exchanged looks.
“Yes?” Sehun said. “Why would it be a secret?”
Baekhyun shrugged. “I don’t know, forget I asked.”
The rest of the team arrived in one giant wave and their conversation was cut short, fortunately for Baekhyun.
No one caught on to the awkward tension inside the locker room as they walked in and practice ran smoothly afterwards.
. . .
Sweaty and exhausted, Baekhyun dragged himself out of the locker room after getting his stuff and headed to the parking lot to look for his new bodyguard. He groaned at the thought. Maybe he should just run away instead of having to face whoever this Park Chanyeol was.
The parking lot was mostly empty, only a few cars belonging to the remaining football and baseball players. Baekhyun scanned the lot looking for someone old and fat standing by one of his father’s sleek black cars, instead he only saw a young and extremely handsome man in a cleanly-cut suit standing by a black car.
“No way…” Baekhyun muttered to himself.