Theres nothing wrong with falling in love, but the problem lies with who you fall in love with. Baekhyun knows hes not supposed to but he falls for his step brother, the one and only Park Chanyeol. But heres the catch: Chanyeol, for all the reasons in the world, hates Byun Baekhyun. From thereon, Baekhyun knows all the decisions hes going to make will mess up his whole life.   Foreword Baekhyun is fifteen when his mother decided to remarry. Baekhyun is fine with it—after all, he had seen as a child how his mother took all the responsibilities for him after his fathers death, and Baekhyun couldnt be happier for her. It stings a little, really, because living with another set of family for another chapter of his life seems like a scary thought, but Baekhyun braces himself and mans up. His father told him to always protect his mother. To ensure her happiness, to make sure shes living well. As a fifteen year old boy, he couldnt possibly give anything; no luxuries, no comfortable life, no happiness. He can only do so little for his mother, so for once, Baekhyun lets her fall in love all over again. Mr. Park wasnt like his father. Mr. Park is serious and hard as stone, only smiles halfway that the corners doesnt reach his eyes, pats Baekhyuns back like a stranger unlike his father whod be willing to scoop him up into his arms and hoist him under the sun. Baekhyun holds on tighter to his mothers arm when they enter the new household.  "Dont worry," his mother assures him, petting his head and ruffling his hair. The corners of her eyes make her seem older—did Baekhyun miss a day or two? Maybe he got too caught up in the current wave of events that he has forgotten to take care of her. "Chaehyun has a son. Hes the same age as you. Hes a very lovely kid." Baekhyun nods, but that doesnt mean hes ecstatic to meet him. As they pass through the halls, Baekhyun takes it all in—the expensive furnishing and bright lights, uncomparable to the dimness of their apartment, an obvious upgrade of their lifestyle. His father used to provide for all of this, but now that hes gone, someone else is going to fill in the place. A piano sits in the corner of the room, white and unused, film of dust sitting on top. Baekhyun wants to reach for it, but he thinks of his father and the way his fingertips grazed the keys— "This is Chanyeol," his new stepfather tells him, ushering a boy almost a few inches taller than him, a face as cold as his father.  Hes beautiful, but almost a mirror of Baekhyuns secret feelings for all of this. Baekhyun is way better at hiding it though, and it terrifies him that he might have been like this if he couldnt control himself. Baekhyun shivers, noting the sharpness of his gaze, the balled palms on his side and smiles a little, heart falling out of his chest in agony.  "Hello," he greets, bowing politely. His voice is stuck on his throat. "My name is Baekhyun. I hope we get along well." "I hope youre happy youre intruding my family," Chanyeol spats easily, as if he rehearsed the line over and over. Baekhyun looks away after meeting his gaze. "Chanyeol—" his father tries to reach for him but Chanyeol shrugs the palm on his shoulder. The sharp turn of Chanyeols back against him and his heavy footsteps tell him otherwise that its never going to happen.  "Let him be," Baekhyuns mother says, soothing his arm and gives an understanding face. "Hell understand someday." Baekhyun slinks on his mothers side and clutches the handle of his bag tighter, feet stuck on the ground, trapped and helpless. He doesnt want to be here. He doesnt belong here. But little did Baekhyun know, Chanyeol will change his whole life and turn it upside down, and Baekhyuns not sure if itd be good or not.