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TIHM Ch.16 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 2,404

chapter 16

"I'm surprised you didn't spend your day off inside your room." Jiwon eyed you suspiciously as you walked to the kitchen. "That's unusual. Where did you go?"

You looked back at her, and saw that she was tapping her foot on the floor, waiting for your response. You knew she wouldn't stop asking.

"I just went to the mall. I needed a break." You shrugged as you opened the fridge to get milk.

"Alone?"

You tightly closed your eyes while you brought out the carton of milk.

"Did you eat breakfast—"

"Were you with Byun Baekhyun?" Your head snapped up at her when she easily hit the nail on the head. She smirked as she saw you placed down the carton on the counter. "Right. I can see the answer all over your face, girl."

Your cheeks flushed as you carefully put milk on your glass. You remembered what happened last weekend, recalling the activities you've done with Baekhyun.

It was the best day off I had in my entire life.

"What is this? Are you two a thing now?"

"N-No." You shook your head before drinking milk. Jiwon raised her eyebrows at you, clearly not believing your answer. "I swear, Jiwon. We're just..."

Acquaintances?

"...friends." You mumbled as you looked away, placing your glass on the sink. You heard Jiwon's laugh behind you.

"Really? Just friends, huh? I keep hearing that he likes you though." She said as she took a bite of her sandwich. You carefully washed your glass while listening to her. "Were you bullied by the seniors again? I heard that that bitch Lisa is involved?"

"Just the usual gossips, Ji. I can handle that much." You said while drying the glass beside the sink. You faced her with a smile. "That Lisa is all talk though."

"Oh! Tell me more!" She enthusiastically exclaimed as she patted her side. "She didn't hurt you, right? Or else, I'm gonna—"

"No, she just brought me to that abandoned building by the field—"

"What?! She fucking did that?!" Jiwon stood from her seat, eyes sharp and glaring. She clicked her tongue as she placed her hands on her hips. "That girl is going to get it—"

"Oh stop that. I handled it already. I don't think she will try anything for now."

"STILL! I'm gonna cut off her long legs, I freaking swear!"

And the whole morning was filled with Jiwon's plan to sever the girl's body.

You quickly ran downstairs, easily passing through the usual crowd in the hallways. You almost didn't get to catch the elevator.

Thank goodness, the person inside must have seen me running—

"Saejin-ssi?"

Your head snapped up as you got in the lift.

"Kyungsoo sunbae." You let out a breath as you leaned on the elevator wall. The doors closed and the lift went up. "D-Do you have class now?"

"No. I just need to grab something from the composition room. We have football practice today." Kyungsoo smiled. You bit your lip in perturbation as you stared at the pressed 4th floor button.

He's stopping on the same floor! Oh gosh.

"What floor are you going to?"

"Uh, the fourth as well."

"Just hanging around there?" He innocently asked, making you look at him. His huge eyes were like a baby's when he stared back at you.

"Y-Yeah. It's kind of my haven." You smiled as you looked away. The elevator let out a sound, signaling that you have arrived at the destined floor.

"I remember you said that before." Kyungsoo chuckled as you both went out of the lift. Your eyes followed his movements, and when he did take the left turn, you gaped. "Enjoy your time here then. See you around."

He waved before going into that room.

That room where your pianist always go to!

Kyungsoo sunbae totally knows my favorite pianist! I need to ask him about that next time.

Beaming in excitement, you sat on your usual place at the end of the hallway.

Half an hour later, Kyungsoo has already left and you haven't heard anything from the composition room. You frowned as you packed your lunch and stood up.

"Not here today as well, hmm?" You pouted while walking to the hallway, eyes darting at the last door. "My pianist seems busy these days."

I wonder who he/she really is.

—

You leaned back on your seat as you opened your notebook, preparing for the last class for the day. Silently reading your notes, the usual noisy class suddenly turned quiet.

And every time that happens, it's either when the professor's close or when Irene wants to mess with you.

You preferred the latter, but of course, fate is not on your side everyday.

"Heard you went out with Baekhyun?"

Without looking up from your notes, you heard Irene's voice along with her heels clicking on the floor. You calmed your nerves while praying to your guardian angel that you act fairly and—

"Didn't you hear me ask, Lee Saejin?"

In a swift move, your notebook was out of your hands.

Your jaw clenched as you gritted your teeth in annoyance. You let out a frustrated sigh before looking at the demanding and desperate girl in front of your desk.

Irene has her eyebrows raised, and her friends were just watching from behind her. Your eyes drifted on the floor where your poor notebook laid.

"Are you dating him now?"

"Why do you care so much, Irene-ssi?" You snapped, keeping your voice calm but stern. Your eyes bored into hers, satisfied when her eyes showed surprise and a little bit of fear. She easily recovered though.

"I'm speaking for everyone else—"

"Why? If I said that I am dating him, what would you do?" You squint your eyes at her, travelling your gaze around the room. You scoffed. "Bully me? Step on my hand again? Drag me to an abandoned building? Slap me until you're satisfied? Choke me? Or pour a bucket of cold water over my head in a cubicle" You stepped closer to her, lip trembling as you watched her taking a step back.

"I-I was just..."

"I know you won't be satisfied ever." You nodded as you bravely stood in front of her. "But I won't back down this time, Joohyun-ssi. Stop meddling with my affairs."

Taking a short glance at her friends, who were all gaping in shock behind Irene, you quickly grabbed your notebook on the floor and sat back down again. Just in less than 3 minutes, deafening silence filled the room's air.

Fortunately, the professor entered and everyone was moving again.

I hope this actions that I'm making right now won't give me punches and slaps in the future.

You smiled as you went out of the room. Your smile faltered while walking along the hallway. Your eyes kept on moving, searching for that familiar gray hair. Arriving at the staircase, you suddenly remembered Kyungsoo's words.

Oh. They have football practice today. I guess it's because the football season's near.

Ignoring the crestfallen expression you made for a second, you shook your head as you went downstairs.

He's probably stuck in practice. I'll be going to work alone then.

Trudging along the campus sidewalks outside, you began to recall your face-offs with Irene and Lisa the past few weeks. You were beginning to place them on their respective places, where they should stick their noses in.

Why haven't I done that before? If I knew that pushing them as hard as they do to me will make them waver, I would have done that earlier.

Mumbling under your breath, you shoved your hands inside your jacket's pockets.

It's because you've only realized that you don't really need anyone's presence to fight and stand up for yourself, Saejin. You fight your own battles.

Your heart said otherwise though.

You weren't really alone, Saejin. Someone urged you to be braver.

"Jiwon, yes, her." You widen your eyes as you nod your head in agreement. "Of course."

That guy may have made me realize that—

"SAEJIN-AH!"

—I'm not alone in this anymore.

You couldn't contain the smile forming on your lips as you stopped on your tracks.

"Aish, really. Hyung wanted to kill us." Baekhyun complained as soon as he got to catch up with you. He was sweating all over with a towel around his neck. He was still wearing his jersey shirt along with his training pants. "I thought I wouldn't manage to chase you."

How does he manage to look that good while being sweaty all over?

You just watched as he breathed in relief, a grin on his lips while he told you about his day. He kept on wiping his sweat with his towel as he led you to his car.

"I'm really betting Suho hyung won't go easy on me tomorrow." He chuckled as he opened the passenger seat door for you. You raised your eyebrows at him as you sat inside.

"You didn't leave without permission, did you?"

Baekhyun just grinned as he closed your door, jogging happily around the car to get inside the driver's seat. When he did, you looked at him with narrowing eyes. He noticed you instantly and laughed.

"I'm guessing you left without—"

"Hey! I told Chen to tell him it's important—"

"Important? Taking me to work?"

Baekhyun looked at you incredulously as if you just grew three heads.

"It is important to me. I'd just feel restless if I don't take you there by myself safely." He looked away as he spoke. "You'd be travelling for almost 2 hours alone at night, Saejin-ah. I'd just lose my mind in practice thinking about you."

Your cheeks flushed as you bit your lip, trying to contain the overwhelming feeling in your system. He was looking in front as he drove, but you can tell he was trying to see your reaction. You cleared your throat as a giggle escaped your lips.

Baekhyun's head had never turned that fast.

"T-That's sweet of you, Baekhyun. Thank you." You stared into his eyes, taking in the fond expression he was making at the moment. "I could handle myself, but I think it is better to have you around."

Baekhyun's little mouth was gaping as he blinked at you.

"A-Ah." He stuttered as he looked back in front of him when a loud horn rang behind his car. "Shit."

You chuckled as you watched him panic. You could tell he was flustered with your response.

I could get used to that kind of reaction. Maybe I should do that often.

Leaning back on the soft cushion, you admired his profile from the side. You took note of his perfect side profile. His pouty lips that seem kissable from an angle, his cheeks that you'd been thinking of squishing right now, his cute downturned eyes that crinkles adorably when he smiles, and his nose that makes you want kiss—

Did I just imagine kissing him? TWICE?

As if hearing your thoughts, Baekhyun glanced at you, catching you ogling at him. You couldn't look away from his gentle eyes.

Am I caught in his trap already? Saejin?! Really?!

"Don't stop staring, baby. I'm liking you more." He smirked, totally back into being the playboy you know he is. You rolled your eyes and looked away. "Hey, I just told you to keep staring at me—"

"Stop whining as if I stole your candy, Baekhyun."

"Just keep looking at me, come on."

"Shut up." You jutted your lower lip out as you glanced at him again. His dark grayish hair always catches your eyes. "I wonder if black hair suits you better."

"Any color suits me, love."

"Oh really." You unenthusiastically said, making him frown as he looked at you.

"You'd probably fall for me when I dye my hair black."

"Hmm."

He grunted as you smiled at the side.

"Surely!" Baekhyun exclaimed, making you laugh.

You're getting to me, Byun. Please don't break me too.

Despite slowly recognizing your little feelings for the said guy, your heart was still hesitant and frightened. Disappointment is one thing you fear, but then betrayal weighs much more.

You don't want to experience such things from him.

Never again.

—

Sitting on the floor while curling yourself into a ball, your eyes were blank as you stared into an empty space. Your black dress crumpled as you tightened your hold on your knees.

Your cheeks were still stinging, hands slightly shaking while you remembered what happened just a few hours ago.

It was Yong Sun's burial today.

You weren't informed and it seemed that her parents didn't want to see you in your best friend's final ceremony. You went to the cemetery anyway, wanting to see her for the last time despite the aching you felt in your chest.

You knew you weren't welcomed, but you went there.

If not hateful gazes, there were disappointed and judging ones that flew your way. You were used to that, so you didn't mind that much. You thought you could see her.

But her parents were just like everyone else.

They didn't understand you. They didn't try to.

"Get away from us! It's your fault, you bitch!" Her mother, who used to be like your own, shrieked as if she was seeing the devil. She slapped you on both of your cheeks angrily, and the people there just watched. "She wanted to die because of you!"

How was it my fault again? I didn't do anything to hurt her.

Your mouth opened as you tried to explain yourself, but seeing the hostility in Yong Sun's mother's eyes, you didn't bother. Your eyes stung, not because of her words but because of the doubt arising in your mind.

Maybe it really was my fault.

That day, you realized that people will think however they want to think about something. Yes, they are in-charge of how they will interpret situations, but sometimes, they form conclusions without seeing the whole picture.

No one will try to understand you. If they wanted to, they would have.

You realized that you were alone now.

In the empty and lifeless house, which was once full of life and energy when your grandmother was still alive. Your hands gripped on your dress, throat closing up as you bit your lip.

And then you cried.

What could be worse than these feelings in your heart?

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Tagging my loves: ❤

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♫ Ch.17

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