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exo_baekhyun | HOAX pt.9
Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.
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pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, suho, sehun content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, pinning, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 2.9K
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⌠As it has been said in a song series 04. âWell, isnât this exactly where you like me? I am exactly where you like me, you knowâ - But Itâs Better If You Do - P!atD a/n: Iâm sorry this is not properly beta-read.
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Only then he notices the carâs door open for him and Jongdae steps out after seeing him do so as well.
The night is dark and the drive to the condo Baekhyun knows from childhoodâs something he rather not be doing. He likes even less since he had to cancel a date with you for this.
âBaek, no one likes to be called hereâ, Jongdae speaks up by his side, seeing his friendâs grumpy mood, âBut we caused a mess in the organization. You think Mr. Kim would sit back and do nothing? Really?â
âHis son caused this, not us.â
âYouâre really going with that? Really?â Jongdae scoffs, âCâmon youâre smarter than this.âÂ
With a brusque move, Baekhyun, who had been staring out the dark tinted car window, turns to look at his friend seated beside him.Â
âWeâre doing everything better than before. The goods are much better than before, our business is secured, no rats, the cops are tamed. We fixed everything single thingâ Baekhyun rants on, âIf he wants to lose everything just he should just put that brat in his place and get over with it. He should see how many men will stay just for pure devotion to his family name and how many will waltz over to us.â
âBaek...â, Jongdae starts with a warning, âPromise me that even if Junmyeon provokes, you wonât pick a fightâ, Baekhyun looks away, âPromise me!â
âYeah, I guessâ, Baekhyun careless answer with a wave of his hand has Jongdae sighing in frustration and worry.
When the car stops and the carâs doors are open for them, Baekhyun finds his other friends are there as well, waiting for him. Minseok seems worried and they greet each other briefly before walking down the path to the main door of the house.
âWhat is it?â Jongdae asks
âI donât knowâ Minseok speaks up, âEveryoneâs thereâ
âYou mean..â
âEveryone, Baek.â
When the door opens Baekhyun walks in the house, sided by Minseok and Jongdae watchful eyes.
âMy son!â Mr. Kim comes up to him with a proudful smile, extending his arms towards Baekhyun.
Jongdae and Minseok stop in place and Baekhyun is suspicious and much too aware of Suhoâs burning glare directed to him. But, still he meets Mr. Kim where the old man stops and stay still as the man wraps an arm around his shoulders, bringing Baekhyun closer to him in a demonstration of affection and walking him deeper inside the house where the others were waiting, Jongade and Minseok followed short behind.
âI was worried you might not show up after allâ
Baekhyun took the seat immediately at Mr. Kimâs right side. An honorable place that used to belong to the currently thumb-sucking Suho whoâs sitting farther down the table.
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You couldnât help but smile when you saw Chanyeol waiting for you somewhere close to school just so the two of you could have some time to be together. Your friend excused herself and you enjoyed your time with him and this time you forgot to look at Baekhyun while Chanyeol took the time to sit on the desk beside yours to keep on the conversation, leaving only when the teacher arrived.
âThey really look good togetherâ, Baekhyun hears sees the boy sitting next to him pointing at you and Chanyeol, talking to his friend.
âI heard theyâre going to college together,â the other replies.
âI wish I could get a girlfriend too~â
Baekhyun couldnât avoid the bitterness that bit him right there. As if something bit him, stirring some kind of anger he didnât mean to indulge. It wasnât true anyway. Baekhyun knows youâre much too focused on something else. Dating isnât something youâd want.
He saw Chanyeol looking at you during class, Baekhyun wishes he could tell Chanyeol to piss off, stay away from you, but⌠Between them, Chanyeol would be the right choice for you. That doesnât make Baekhyun feel any better about it.
âBut, when they started going out?â A girl asked another and Baekhyun just couldnât ignore the conversation as he usually does.
âRemember when they arrived together when we visited that other city during the trip? I heard that was their first dateâ, the girls squeal.
âChanyeol is perfect. Y/nâs so lucky!â The other replies and Baekhyun manages to ignore whatever nonsense they add after that.
Baekhyun doesnât think Chanyeol is perfect, but better than him in some ways. At least, he doesnât have a mafia association to consider when heâs with you. Heâs the selfish bastard who put your life on the line just because he canât let go, not just yet.
If he chooses to accept Mr. Kimâs proposal to take the seat as the second-in-command being with you would be impossible, if someone found out⌠Someone dangerous. Baekhyun knows how careless heâs being, Jongdae warned him again and again while he played innocent when he shouldnât.
âThe person youâre dating-â, Mr. Kim said the night before during a private conversation while they walked through the garden while Baekhyun kept his breath held in his throat.
It wasnât a surprise Mr. Kim would know about you, but he was worried what the man would say next.
âFor now, itâs an advice, son. I know you care about herâ, Mr. Kim turned to look at Baekhyun and placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at his adopted sonâs eyes meaningfully.
âYou gotta make up your mind. You either make her yours or donât let her be a way to get to you when things get uglyâ, Mr. Kim squeezed Baekhyunâs shoulder tightly, âYou might not see me as a father, specially after what happened to your mother, but think about what happened and ask yourself⌠Are you willing to let the same thing happen?â
The answer is easy. He would never let anything happen to you, itâs not that youâre a way to him, itâs the other way around. To get to you heâd stupid enough to put himself in the line, obviously thatâs Mr. Kimâs biggest worry. Maybe he should let you be.
That was enough to stir him up some more and before the class was over, he dismissed himself. He found himself standing before the vending machine. The others had stepped aside for him while he just stood there, playing with the money in his hand. Classes were dismissed, he supposed to meet you now, at the usual place.
When he snapped to reality he got something he knows you like and something for himself before walking away. Deciding to put any of those thoughts aside, of course people would talk about you and Chanyeol, the two of you supposed to take care of the group during the trip.
âHey! Hyung!â Sehun greeted his friend and Baekhyun stopped as the other jogged to him right wearing his PE uniform all sweaty and dirty, âWhere are you going? Can we have lunch together? Can I have this?â
Sehun reaches for your favorite drink, but Baekhyun shoves his in Sehunâs hand instead.
âI have to meet someone now. Go take a bath, youâre really stinkingâ, Sehun looks disappointed at the drink in his hand and looks thoughtfully at Baekhyun.
âCan I come over to play later? Your TVâs better than the one in my room...â
Sehunâs voice fades out into the distance as Baekhyun listens to someone else talking. The boiling anger inside him reacted before he could stop himself. The voice of his classmate again, the same boy who sits next to him.
Itâs maddening how his heart beats so hurtfully against his chest, scratching its way up his throat just so he canât breathe. A high-pitched, deafening noise buzzes in his ear. It seems like reality has folded itself in two and he delved into the worse version of it.
âNo.â, the word is drawn in big, bold letters in his head even though his heart and his whole body shakes, his thoughts are certain and definitive, âNo. Itâs not true.â Baekhyun tells himself, stating a simple fact. His mind is what stops him from letting himself be taken by that desperation that has already taken the rest of his body.
Baekhyun knows you better than any of these stupid kids, so of course theyâre lying. Before he knows it, heâs gripping the kid by the collar of his uniform's shirt and pulling the scared kid up close to him. The hurt in his eyes is taken by anger, thatâs it! The reason why heâs body is running wild in adrenaline right now is anger. His image, the image heâs been keeping just for the sake of you. Thatâs gone, he canât remember how to act in any other way.
âWho the fuck you think you are?â, he growls on the kidâs face.
He knows everyone's gathering around him, his knuckles are white and he can see the kidâs face run pale and his eyes glazed with fear seeing the fearsome face the infamous Baekhyun twisted in anger directed at him like this. No one wants to get on Baekhyunâs bad side, never.
Sehun tries a step closer. âStay away, Sehunâ, his voice is enough to make the younger stop in his tracks and Baekhyun turns to his classmate again, âI saidâ, Baekhyunâs voice is low and dangerous, â���who the fuck you think you are?â His pale white teeth grinds and the boy gulps down.
âIâ Iâmâ Iâm sorry, Baekhyun! I meant itâ, the voice of his classmates trembles in fear trying to find in Baekhyunâs eyes some forgiveness in the middle of all the wilderness that makes him so scary,Â
Sehun steps away and pulls his phone quickly, with his hands sweaty and unsteady is a hard task to make a simple call, Baekhyunâs hold gets dangerously tight around the younger boyâs throat, cutting his air supply.
âSpeak properly!â
âIâmâ sorâsorryââ
âYou think I want your apology? You should apologize to Y/n not to me! Shit!â, the boy seemed to say something to set Baekhyun at some kind of peace, but bit his tongue, afraid, âWhy did you say that about Y/n?â
âI didnât I sweââ, before the boy could say much else he was stumbling back against the stairs behind him, he wouldnât fall if Baekhyun didnât push him again.
Itâs not like the boy couldnât fight for himself, itâs not how it looks like, but who would put up a fight against Baekhyun when everyone knew who he is and where heâs from?Â
âCut the bullshit!â, the boy stood up again, slowly, carefully, head hanging low in hopes that would make Baekhyun stop coming for him, but couldnât stop trembling and it only worsen when Baekhyun stepped closer to him, âBe honest! Try it again!â
âI heard about it when I walked in the school todayââ, the boy starts carefully, holding himself together for any advance from Baekhyun, ââthe others were talking about it, so I justââ
âSo you just didnât mind in spreading this bullshit too? I should break yourââ
Sehunâs eyes grow two sizes the moment Baekhyun has his hand on his classmate, he canât understand the reason why Baekhyun was making such a fuss because of something everyone already knew. Why does it matter if youâre dating Chanyeol? Everyone seemed to cheer for that, much like they would cheer for their favorite couple in a TV show.
âBaek, stop!â Jongdae is breathless as he runs to his best friend, Minseok reaches him first, pulling away from the other boy who could barely put up a fight.
âWhat are you doing?â Minseok asks and Baekhyun shakes him away from his body.
âIt wasnât me-â, the boy tries again, Eyes wide open, as Baekhyun jolts toward him again and Jongdae helps Minseok hold him back this time.
âThatâs enoughâ, Jongdae says
âIt wasnât me, I swear!â The boy tries again and Minseok motions for the boy to just leave.
âWhy does he care so much?â Someone whispers to another.
âItâs like a stalker. Really. Y/n should be careful.â
âLike a psycho or something.â
Jongdae disperses the crowd and orders one of the Baekhyun and the boyâs classmate to take him to the nurse.
âWe should go home-â, Minseok tries to reason with Baekhyun, but he pushes Minseok away when he sees you somewhere in the crowd and feels the tint of shame inside of him, under all of that suppressed anger. He promised himself you wouldnât see him like that again.Â
âBaekhyun!â You call after him even though there are some students in the corridor and, of course, they look, âByun Baekhyun! Wait!â
He keeps walking fast and you have to run to catch up with him, but itâs not until the two of you are alone when he finds an empty classroom that he stops and drags you inside.
Baekhyun closes the door while you stand there, against the wall, not even knowing what to say anymore. You watch him stand before you and your eyes search for his, worried and hesitant as you see the anger dissipating.
Shame is the first thing that goes by when he turns to you, he never meant for you to see him like that. All that anger just⌠Seem to disappear now that he sees you here, all that restless feeling just simply goes away. He shouldâve known better than this.
You work like magic, just being there with him is enough. He couldnât bear the thought of Chanyeol. Even now thinking about it makes him hate the stupid guy who said it, the girls spreading rumors.Â
âWhy did you do that? What if you get expelled?â Baekhyun chuckles and that smile that belongs only to him, sweet and mischievous, pulls the corner of his lips into a smile as well.
âHey! You really think theyâd do this? Did you forget who I am?â You click your tongue playfully, crossing your arms between the two of you
âYou really think youâre unbeatable, donât you?â
âMe? Y/n, thatâs an old conceptâ, he wouldnât remind you that youâve managed to change that concept easily not too long ago.
The old Baekhyun wouldnât really stand up for anyone whoâs not part of his feared group of close friends. He pulls your arms free, his smile growing wider, not minding to smile openly at you anymore.
âBesides, how could I just let someone speak like that about you?â
âWhat were they saying anyway?â
Baekhyun chuckle, amused by the bitter thought. âThey said youâre dating Chanyeol.â
Baekhyun leans against the wall behind him, pulling you along with him. He doesnât know what or how youâd say and settle his feelings down, but the distant look in your eyes wasnât a good start. Your expression changes and your smiles simply disappears from your lips, he could hear the echo of his heartbeat in drumming in his eyes as he saw you look down between the two of you.
You look everywhere but him and itâs almost like he knows what you gonna say. An invisible hand suddenly takes a firm hold on his heart, he can hear, but can feel how it struggles to beat. Itâs suffocating.
âHe... wasnât lying, Baek.â, you look up and him carefully. Baekhyun focused on the way his heart seemed to beat as fast as it could just so it could free itself from the deadly grip.
A bitter, strangled laugh leaves Baekhyunâs lips and he leans his head against the wall. His empty laughter fills the empty room even though itâs not loud, Baekhyun closes his eyes and covers them with his hand as you step away from him. Tears sting painfully behind his eyelids and he canât show them to you, he wonât.
He never felt so drained out of energy, so beat up and tired. Him, it had to be him. Chanyeol of all people. Him.
âIâm sorryâ, Baekhyun chuckles at his own misery and tries not to think of how soothing your voice sounds.
The tone of assertiveness in the apology doesnât seem like regret. Baekhyun knows regret and begging as most people would come out with in a moment like this. But, of course, you wouldnât.
Itâs the first time Baekhyun feels his heart being crushed, itâs worst than anything. He canât compare with something, he just knows thereâs nothing that could be any worst than this. Why does he have to love you so much? Why did let himself? Why didnât he stop? But he knew from the beginning, didnât he? All addiction end the same way.
Baekhyun swallows hard and feels his throat dry.
âThen?â He asks with his heart pounding painfully. Itâs hurting, it hurts bad and he wants to hate you, to be utterly angry at you. Baekhyun wants to attatch himself to the tough that this is for the best. Youâre safe with Chanyeol. With him, you could end upâŚ
âI canât let you goâ
Your words doesnât really get to him, they donât add up as if theyâve been said in a foreign language. Slowly, with a frown so deep his eyebrows almost meet and tremble, working his brain around the meaning of them. Baekhyun opens his eyes, trying to see through the numbing pain and the remaining tears.
âWhat?â His voice is hoarse, but he didnât cry.
âItâs not that I canât decideâ, you explain and thought your voice is not cold nor empty, itâs not the one heâs used to, because youâre holding back, âI just canât let you go either. Not Chanyeol, nor you. Iâm sorry.â
âSo you want me? You still want me?â He shouldnât be saying this, not like this with a pathetic happiness overlapping all the right feelings he should have right now. This pathetic Baekhyun happens to appear naturally before you.
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exo_baekhyun | HOAX pt. 5
Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.
Requested by anon
pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader (gender neutral) ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, yixing, suho, sehun, jongin content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 6.7K
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⌠As it has been said in a song series 04. âWell, isnât this exactly where you like me? I am exactly where you like me, you knowâ - But Itâs Better If You Do - P!atD
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[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5Â | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 |Â part 11 ]
Baekhyun pulls the door of his Baby closed and turns the engine on with a smile on his face as he easily maneuvers a sharp turn.
âSo, where are we going?â, you ask him in curiosity.
âYouâll see.â
Once the two of you are far away enough, out in an open highway, he stows the roof and watches you stretch out with a smile. The dawn chases the two of you and Baekhyun tries not to be caught as much as he tries to enjoy these little cheesy things that happens whenever heâs with you. Itâs hard knocking out that smile from his face when youâre sitting beside him, reaching out your hand to feel the wind on your palm.
Itâs a pleasant warm feeling he doesnât understand that seems to take him from inside out. It makes him feel like someone different, the kind of person heâd like to be just so he could be with you whenever, hold your hand without being afraid of ruining your life in the process.
But, thatâs nothing but a daydream, Baekhyun knows it well. Heâs remind of it when you turn to him and pokes his cheek. Itâs not bad because, bottom line, at least, even if itâs like this, he stills has you beside him. Baekhyun speeds up, trying to get a reaction from you, but aside from the initial surprise he gets nothing. You poke his cheek again.
âTrying to scare me? Iâm not easily scared, you know?â
âI wouldnât do thatâ, he speaks nonchalantly
âIâll forgive you if you tell me where weâre goingâ, you try yet again
âWhy are you so impatient?â, Baekhyun pretends to be annoyed, but his smile hiding in the corners of his lips gives him away.
âIâm curiousâ
You try poking him again and his response is trying to bite your finger before you pull away.
âThis is just so you can relax a bit, how come Iâm the one getting stressed?â You sigh at his question and he tries glancing at you
âAlright, then Iâll take a nap. Wake me up when we get there!â You stop him from reaching to the carâs panel, âLeave it like this! I like the wind, it makes me feel like Iâm flying.â, he chuckles
âYour hair will get messyâ
âA little late for that, captain obviousâ
You joke faintly pointing the a cap you borrowed from him, although he already let you know itâs Jongdaeâs, not his. This meaningless, playful banter is heartwarming for Baekhyun and he feels like he should have a souvenir out of this, so he pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of you. Messy hair, flushed cheeks and an easy, carefree small smile somewhere.
When you wake up, the carâs parked and youâre alone. You stir and Baekhyun taps your window, greeting you with a playful smile, a glance on the mirror tells enough about your appearance and you groan inwardly. Baekhyun tries opening the door and you pull it close again.
âAre you locking yourself inside?â He mocks you from behind the glass
âIâll be right outâ, and you donât let go of the door until he goes back to lean on the side of the car.
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Itâs been a while since the last time youâve been anywhere near a beach and you never knew there was a shore this beautiful near where you live. Thereâs no houses or hotel in view, the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks and beautiful sight of stars and moon reflecting on the sea like a mirror. Itâs a lot to take in just by looking once, such beautiful sight with only a few things that comes together in a overwhelming view that is quite hard to describe.
âWhereâs this?â You ask when Baekhyun comes back with a warm blanket from the carâs truck.
Youâre standing on the side of the car now, wearing his jacket because the sight is incredibly beautiful, but the wind is salty and cold on your skin.
âWeâre in a friendâs propertyâ
âThis is a private property? The beach too?â
âWell...â, he shrugs, wrapping the blanket around the two of you and securing you in a back-hug, âKind of, yeahâ
âHow do you know people like thisâ, he scoffs
âYou know him tooâ, surprised, you jolt, turning to look back at him
âWho? Jongdae?â
âNot even closeâ
âWho, then?â
âSuhoâ
âYour older brother? Is it okay?â
âItâs alright, donât worry. He owns me a lotâ
âAre you sure? You wonât get into trouble for this, right?â Baekhyun scoofs
âYou have to learn to trust meâ, he speaks up in a defensive tone and you pull away a little to look back at him.
âI let you bring me in the middle of nowhere, blindfolded, and youâre telling me that I donât trust youâ, he squints
âYou werenât blindfoldedâ
âI was sleeping, isnât that the same?â
Baekhyun laughs openly at you and you turn back to face him and he wraps his arm around you again.
âItâs been awhile since Iâve been anywhere close to the beachâ
âI knowâ, he speaks in a low tone, admiring you as you glance at the sea, âYou told me that during lunch at school the other dayâ
You smile faintly, looking back at him you tip-toe to steal a kiss and Baekhyun takes advantage of you, carrying you to deepen the kiss. The cold wind touching bits of your exposed skin contrasts with the warmth of being embraced by Baekhyunâs arms under the cozy blanket.
Better than that is cuddling with him in the backseat of his beloved Porshe. You recall the day you met him, that is, the day you talked to him for the first time despite being in the same school for almost three years. He was laying on the backseat, careless and playing a bad boy image youâve seen often before that.
Something quite different from now when heâs sharing this small, but not all uncomfortable, space with you. You rest your head on his shoulder, staring at the sky dotted with too many stars while the sound of the waves and smell of the breeze soothes you.
âDid you stop smoking?â You ask with a frown, finally noticing he doesnât like cigarettes smoke anymore.
Baekhyun plays with your finger in his, something thatâs becoming quite a habit for him now. Something he thinks about, and misses, when youâre not with him or when youâre around, but heâs not allowed to touch you without risking getting you in trouble. You let your fingertips wander up his arm, feeling the strange texture left from the cast heâs been wearing.
âYou said you didnât like itâ, he replies simply
âYou did it for me?â You push yourself up to look at him, surprised.
âWhy else?â
âWhy are you so stupid?â
You make yourself a little more comfortable on top of him when Baekhyun shifts to have a better look at you. However, despite your annoyed tone, you reach out to brush his hair from covering his eyes.
âYou should do this for yourselfâ, you nag at him and he smirks, âItâs bad for your health! If I tell you to change your hair would you do it too?â
He chuckles, but doesnât reply, but instead, with a playful smile, leans to press a kiss on your lips and your hand slides down his hair as you kiss him back.
âIn this case? Can I decide what weâll do next weekend?â He frowns
âDonât you have volunteer work?â
âDonât worry!â You wave dismissively, âSo?â
âDo I ever tell you no?â
The kisses start playful, filled with laughter and giggles until Baekhyun canât help himself, but whisper sweet nothings in your ear just to make you blush. Itâs a rare sight and he likes it a lot and so the kisses turn into chaste apologies.
Somewhere along the way the two of you get too caught up and next thing you know Baekhyun is knocking the air out of lungs and pulling on your lips. Youâre fisting on his shirt and pulling him closer without caring about being all that comfortable like before. Baekhyun canât resist the urge to taste your skin and you donât stop his lips from doing so, not his hands from wandering.
Baekhyun would do anything you want him to just to feel you in his arms like this, to see this smile and this unique expression of yours. To be surrounded and cared for by you. Itâs by far the best thing life could ever promise him and he knows is just an empty promise, he knows better than to look forward to anything beyond what he can see, but-- Baekhyun is the worse stubborn bastard anyone could ever knowÂ
By the way you let him hold you against him and kiss you breathless he can tell that he must be doing things right. He kisses your closed eyelids and forehead before pulling away, you give him that a sample of those smiles he adores so much and his heart swoons. Heâs done for and he knows it.
He knows from personal experience, this is the very beginning of an addiction. Only that youâre clearly stronger than him and he wonât be able to beat you and he stubborn nature will gladly ignore all the red flags until heâs too far gone and lost with no way to turn back. That night, while Baekhyun drives you back home with you sleeping peacefully on the passengerâs seat he canât help but wonder whatâd happen when you end up seeing him as he really is, a cold-hearted crook with nothing to offer.
There are many new things that Baekhyun only knew he could feel after meeting you, but this desperation that seems to eat him inside out is the first bad one. When he looks at you peacefully sleeping, all cuddled up on the passenger seat, covered with that blanket, he knows heâd do anything to silently stay by your side like this because he knows all too well heâs nowhere close to deserve you. He reaches out to run the back of his fingers on your cheek.
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The next day, when you walk in the classroom and glances over at Baekhyun, you have to hold back a gasp. His eyes locks with yours, heâs wearing that arrogant facade as always, but you can see that mischievous yet adorable smile he wears only for you hidden in the corners of his eyes.
You have to blink once or twice, doing your best to not smile at him, all the others has their eyes on him too, why wouldnât they? Baekhyun is handsome enough to take their breaths away much like the kiss from the night before, but thatâs just not the reason why. His red strands are gone and that ridiculous hair style too. You imagined heâd be good looking with his hair in its natural color and a different haircut, but your imagination failed miserably to picture just how much.
Baekhyunâs wearing his uniform properly, the tie too and his tattoos are duly covered, even the one that trails up his neck, you look away and take a sit and has to bite you lip when your friend comments about him because you do agree with most of the things she says beside all the things you canât speak up yourself.
âItâs not just because heâs-- you know... That hot right now. But heâs different from before, isnât he?â
Yes, Baekhyun is different from the beginning of that semester. Youâve seen him change a little every time you met him. You watch as the people from other classrooms comes by to look at him. They smile, squeal and look at him dreamingly. Their comments are tinted with a different kind of speculation, one that has them skeptical, but intending to approach. Only if Baekhyun himself allowed that instead of scaring people away with his still facade he never dismisses...
Even the homeroom teacher stops on his way in the classroom the moment he sees Baekhyun and you see as the manâs face fights back the urge to believe in what heâs seeing, in what it means.
âWhat in the world-- It canât be--â, you hear him whispering to himself as he takes his usual position and you start the morning greeting before the exam starts and the attention is drifted elsewhere.
***
During the lunch break, that smile you saw in his eyes is plastered on his face when you meet him on the schoolâs rooftop this time, the weatherâs perfect for something like this since the season is changing.
âYouâre still surprisedâ, he points out with a sharp amusement tinting his words
He reaches out his hand and you let him pull you against him, tip-toeing to demand a kiss that he gladly complies to. This new image of him matches him much better and you deliberately ignores the feeling of accomplishment that tries to grow n you. The gentleness in his eyes stand-out much like his playful personality you got to know.
âI keep listening how handsome you areâ
âOh?â His smile is like one from a child whoâs up to something, âSince when the Y/n I know is so attached to rumors?â
âIâm just sayingâ
âAh, is that it? I heard you saying Iâm hotâ
âItâ It wasnât me!â He knows it, still he teases just to see you blushing and laughs at how adorable you look
The second term of the exam is harsh, and youâre completely worn out by the time you walk out of the classroom. Thereâs no club activity and the schoolâs quiet after most people leave, thereâs still a few hours left to cram school and in the management room of the basketball gym, behind the locked door, nothing aside yours and Baekhyunâs heavy breathing is heard. He holds you carefully as always and he lets you kiss him, his skin tingle with your touch and his hands lack its usual confidence to hold you.
Youâre mesmerizing, Baekhyun just canât take his eyes off you, just a second could be a waste for him. It doesnât matter if this happened on the backseat of his car the night before, itâs a sight to see and he wants to make sure to secure everything in his memory. The way your pulse quickens, the way you arch your back and press yourself up against him.
Your glassy, dark eyes staring at him, his skin burns wherever you touch him, the tingling sensation becomes overwhelming with the way you carefully traces your own patterns on his tattoos. Baekhyun loves the way you melt under him, but he feels way too much undeserving of it all. Of you.
***
Monday morning, the moment you walk into school, you see everyone rushing and gathering in front of the notice board much like the first day of the semester and, like a deja vu, your friend rushes to meet you even before ou could get anywhere near. This time she doesnât drag you to the classroom, but you canât quite make out what sheâs saying even now. Sheâs a blabbering mess, moving her hands everywhere and panting.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â You ask in frustration for the third or fourth time
âJustââ, she pulls you, pushing past the crowd of students, âSee?â You stare at the school ranking, âBaekhyunâs at the Top 10!â
You blink at the papers and indeed, heâs nameâs there and the moment you start to pay attention to the mess of comments all around you, you notice the pattern on the loud unapologetic disbelief in everyoneâs tone. Of course, Baekhyun chooses that very moment to walk in the school from the parking lot, tucking the keys to his Porshe in the pocket of his neatly worn uniform jacket and doesnât mind when all the eyes are on him, yet again.
âByun Baekhyun!â He turns to look at the homeroom teacher standing there with range in his eyes and gripping tightly to a paper in his hand, âFollow me! Everyone else to your classroomâ
The crowd starts dispersing with mumbles and whispers here and there as Baekhyun follows the teacher. You donât listen your friendâs words as the two of you walk to class and mutter some poor excuse before walking away. That window from the homeroom teacherâs office is always half-open and you stop there to look inside, this time on purpose.
Much like the other day, Baekhyunâs standing there, but his posture is different, he does look like a model student rather than a rascal this time, but the teacher is not so different. If anything, the man looks more vicious than the last time.
âHow could you cheat on such an important test? What about the students who work their asses off to get a good grade? Â Do you think of this as a joke?â
The rage flowing from the manâs words stings even if itâs not directed to you and you wonder how Baekhyun can seem so calm and unfazed.
âArenât you gonna say anything? Do you want me to believe that you of all people got this grade? Huh? Answer me!â
âI didnât cheatâ, Baekhyun speaks quietly and respectfully to the man before him, âI studied like everyone elseâ, he explains simply and the teachers donât hold back the bitter scoff as he looks down at Baekhyun
âLook at you! Do you think you can fool me?â
The teacher canât contain himself and, gritting his teeth, grabs Baekhyun by the collar of his uniform jacket.
âYou think just because you dress and behave well that you can trick me?â
Coming to his senses, the teacher lets go of Baekhyun and turns his back at the youngster. Baekhyun uses this moment to sigh and look away for a moment, his eyes finds yours as if he somehow knew youâre there. You see him gulping down and the seriousness that covers for the disappointment in his eyes, his eyes lingers on yours for too little time. Baekhyun shakes his head and you understand what he means, so you walk away.
When you walk past the notice board later that day, Baekhyunâs name is risked so angrily the paper is torn and the board behind is badly scratched, your eyes slide up to your name for the first time. Itâs the first time you notice, itâs not enough, your grade. And Chanyeol is right at the top.
***
You havenât seen Chanyeol in a while aside class, he hasnât even been practicing with the basketball team. Apparently, he took some time off the team. He really started avoiding you after that event and he only talks to you when he really has to, rushing off as soon as heâs done. As much as youâd like to make things better and less awkward between the two of you, thereâs another matter you pay attention to, instead.
Baekhyun doesnât show up in class the next day and he doesnât send you a text to meet him, but you find him at the rooftop with Jongdae and two other people you donât know. Jongdae and Baekhyun are dressed in school uniforms, although you havenât seen him in class all day, heâs neatly dressed much like the other days and his hair is as you saw the day before, that surprises you.
These two guys are obviously older than Baekhyun and even Jongdae, both are dressed in expensive tailored suits and theyâre so engrossed in whatever theyâre talking about that it takes a while for them to see you there and itâs Jongdae the one who notices you first.
âBaekââ, Jongdae calls, interrupting the conversation and Baekhyun looks first before seeing you.
âIâll show up in the office later?â
Baekhyun can feel Minseok and Yixingâs knowing eyes on him and he tears his eyes away from you to look at them.
âIâll have things ready by the end of the dayâ
âCall me if you need anythingâ, Yixing pats his back and the three of them leave.
âYou shouldnât come here. What if the other boys were here too?â
Whatever Baekhyun tries to say next is forgotten the moment your arms are around him and all he wants is to bury his face on your neck. Itâs exactly what he needs.
***
The two of you donât see each other much after that because youâre too busy chasing after that score you missed that time. You need time to concentrate and study. The desperation to chase the subjects you couldnât understand dissipates as you delve further into them.
Even if you tried, you couldnât sleep, your fingers and wrist hurt from writing, but you canât really feel it since youâre too focused. Another chapter, just this last one, you need to get a better score at the cram school mock quiz, at least.
Itâs past 2AM when you look at the time on your laptop, it becomes quite hard to focus anymore and the less you understand, the more frustrated you get. You lean back on your chair, your body hurts from staying there for so long, you try closing your eyes, but you canât even think about sleeping. You look at the things scattered on your desk and reach for your phone, itâs been turned off to avoid distraction, but distracting yourself is really what you need at this moment.
There are too much ignored emails and notifications. For starters, your friend sent you message, Chanyeol sent you something about some class duties and you save it as a note to do it first thing on Monday. Then, thereâs Baekhyunâs message, you blink and look at the time again before replying.
To Baekhyun: Sorry, I had to study and forgot about it
You supposed to meet him this weekend. Maybe you should think about a better answer, but youâre too tired. In fact, you donât really expect for him to reply right away, but you donât even have time to place your phone somewhere before it buzzes in your handÂ
From Baekhyun: You studied the whole day? Until now?
You sigh.
To Baekhyun: Yes.Â
His message pops up soon after.
From Baekhyun: Shouldnât you sleep and get some rest.Â
You sigh yet again, leaning your head on the chair and tilting a little.
To Baekhyun: I canât sleepÂ
You send and your thumbs dance on the screen for a second before you decide to type again.
To Baekhyun: But I canât focus on study either.Â
From Baekhyun: Can you meet me now?Â
Maybe you should give a better thought on this. Rationally, the best thing to do would be drinking a relaxing tea and trying to get a good rest before starting all over the next day. But you donât feel like following your best advices at the moment.
To Baekhyun: Where?Â
From Baekhyun: That park, a block away from your apartmentÂ
From Baekhyun: Itâs dangerous if you wait there.Â
To Baekhyun: Okay. Text me when you get there, thenÂ
You dress something nice, but comfortable and not too long after, thereâs a new message.
From Baekhyun: Iâm here.Â
You chuckle at his message while replying and tiptoed your way out. You spot him leaning on the side of his Porshe, not as loved as you now that he thinks about it.
Wearing his flirtatious smile, Baekhyun sways you in his arms, though he allows you to trap him between your body and the car. His arms loosely around your middle and that smile he wears only for you plastered across his face. One that is not faked or forced.
âSoââ, you ask, cocking your head in a way, you know, he think itâs adorable after you pulled away from his soft kiss. He leans down for a quick peck and raises an eyebrow, ââwhere are we going?â
âHum?â The corner of his smile raise a little mischievously, âThought you supposed to choose this time?â
âHow can I? I was studying this whole time, I completely forgot about itâ, he just smiled and nodded with closed eyes as if lost in thoughts
âAlright, alright. Iâll let you off the hook this time, class president. But...â
âBut, what?â That playful smile of his and that secretly glint in his eyes when he opens them again
âWhile youâre with me, you canât think about grades, school, studies... Any of this. Deal?â
âDeal!â
You try stepping away and he pulls you back.
âArenât you missing something?â, you frown
âWhat?â
Biting his lips with that same playful glint in his eyes, Baekhyun leans close, hovering his lips on yours and itâs a joke on him because having you so close is the reason why his heart is tripping on itself.
âWhen you make a deal with a devil, you have seal it with a kissâ
The sound of your laughter lights up the empty, dark night around Baekhyun, heâs convinced itâs the most beautiful sound heâs ever heard. Baekhyun kisses your laughter and his lips are easily wrapped around your smile until your arms are around his neck again. Itâs so easy for him to get lost whenever he kisses you, itâs always the same as the first time.
Heâs melting and surrounded by everything that is you and his heart never fails to pick up a dangerous pace, especially when your hands are gripping tightly on his shoulder, his arm, his shirt, just anywhere you reach out to first. The butterflies in his stomach persist when you smile at him when he pulls away and his hand naturally reaches down for yours, pulling you to walk along with him and away from the car.
âYou wonât drive?â You ask, leaning against him and pushing him to the side while he walks playfully.
He tries to hold back a smile, trying to not get too swayed by this warm familiarity and sweet, but then his eyes smile for him and soon that smile is pulling on the corners of his lips easily. Baekhyun steals a glance at you smile and presses his lips to keep him from smile.
âWhere are we going? Is it close?â
âYouâll see!â
âYouâre really leaving your precious Porshe behind?â You look back and thatâs when he lace his arm around you, while the two of you still walk, leaning to place a kiss your temple.
âI have something even more precious right here!â He speaks in a mocking tone and you glance suspiciously at him, causing him to pitch your cheek playfully.
âJust trust meâ
Only with Baekhyun you could experience certain kind of things. Heâs like your borrowed pair of wings, something special that you had to trim long ago to fit in a pattern to achieve your dream. But Baekhyunâs there, his wings are wide open and is always ready to fly when you ask him to. You need him, no one else can give this freedom and heâs stupid enough to only use them for you because heâs stupid enough to not see them.
Thatâs the reason why he canât fit where you belong, the reason why his potential of achieving high scores easily, being a good student and having a bright future like everyone else in that classroom fails to be anything more than just a potential.
Thatâs something you suspected before, but tempted him with just to see if heâd really let himself fit in this pattern you place yourself or ignore completely. On the opposite way, thereâs you and you wonât allow your wings to grow.
***
Running faceless around these streets tastes like freedom for Baekhyun and his heart flies because youâre with him, taking the risks with him, allowing him to be yours and being only his, at least for now, but he doesnât want to think about this detail.
Thereâs never a time Baekhyun thought life could ever smile the way it does to him right now, he knows this town like the back of his hands, the good, the bad, the nasty and all the horrors people close their eyes to thanks to Mr. Kimâs family business. But when youâre are with him he discovers a different path even though heâs walking on the same sidewalk he did many times before.
Whatâs in you to turn this cold-hearted place into a perfect paradise for him, he canât really tell, but heâs intoxicated by it. He knows this can turn into a bad joke, but the more he thinks about it, the more he tries to consider and in the end, Â you win, you always win. This is far better than he could ever get in this crappy life of his anyway. That professor was right, his future is predictable and thereâs nothing to expect besides what he already knows and Baekhyun doesnât look into salvation any more than what you give him.
City lights, cars racing on roads, fresh air of early the morning. The city never sleeps, really. Itâs magical when youâre at the right place, with the right person among the heartless concrete jungle. Itâs cold, so Baekhyun lets you nest yourself against him, with his jacket and arms around you, your face hidden on his chest and arms under his jacket, palms pressing on his back against the fabric of his shirt.
The sky has a pale-blue color, something that resembles the sun peaks from behind the clouds. Baekhyun could never feel so blessed and it hurts to think itâs almost over, he wishes time could just stop, right here. He wants to save, to protect this happiness at all costs.
He kisses the top of your head and closes his eyes, trying to memorize the smell of your hair or the way you your warm hand on his back, how it feels to have your head leaning on his shoulder, the sound of your quiet breathing or the way you trace a tattoo he has on his ribcage, your fingertip traces it precisely even if you canât see it. Baekhyun asks himself how many others you know so well.
âThis oneââ, you ask quietly and your voices almost fails to get to him, being carried easily by the wind, âWhy do you have an hexagon tattooed?â, he hums and lick his lips, taking a deep breathe to reply without drifting into unnecessary memories
âOh! Itâs a symbol of friendshipâ
âI never heard that before. Are you making it up?â, he scoffs
âHey, when did I ever lie to you?â You look at him and heâs already looking at you, his eyes are so easy for you to read
âIs it a bad memory? Iâm sorryâ
âItâs in the pastâ, thatâs not what his voice says, âItâs a hexagon because we were six. We grew up together and all. Weâre four now. Jongdae, Yixing, Minseok and myself.â
âSo, I was right. You do have loyal friends. Youâre really lucky, Byun Baekhyunâ
And there it goes, his heart doing that thing again. When you look up and smile at him, Baekhyun canât hold himself back and before he knows heâs tasting your lips again. This kiss is chaste and warm despite the coldness that surrounds the both of you. Baekhyun knows how lucky he is.
***
Monday is packed, even during lunch break you canât meet Baekhyun since youâre busy with some chores. After school you leave for cram school, not too stressed or worried about the quiz anymore. The end of the first semester approaches and you see how the homeroom teacher is displeased but canât say anything about Baekhyunâs presence.
Nothing changes much, but he doesnât stop going to school and you see him every day in class like this, sometimes during the weekend when everything is too much and you need him to lend you his wings.
âThe results came up todayâ, you told him when you met him on your way home from cram school that night, âI got first place. Thanks to youâ
âI didnât do anythingâ, he replied with a half-smiled, âYou worked hard. Should we commemorate this properly?â
âHuh? With what?â
âYou trust me, right?â
âIs that even a question worth asking?â
âI have to ask anyway. Because I want to introduce you to some people I trustâ
âOh, wait! Isnât your family, right? I mean, your brotherââ
âHey~ Iâm not that stupid! I mean my friends, those three people I told you about. You already know Jongdae, but I should introduce you to the others properlyâ, you notice the trouble expression he tries to hide with a weak smile
âWhy do I feel thereâs something about it?â He sighs
âJust in case you need help with something urgent and I canât come. Theyâll be there if you need tooâ
***
That was already a little odd, but it wasnât until after you met his friends at the penthouse on a company building Minseokâs the CEO of that you really suspected somethingâs wrong, .you saw his worried expression that night when you slept over and again he started to show up injured soon after. He started to get in class late and leave early every now and then, until the point where he wouldnât show up at all, but if you needed him, he wouldnât say no.
Again, you focused on yourself and the end of semesterâs duties, seeing him less than before when you saw the news about his fatherâs business finally being under serious investigation and something about his older brother, Suho. Baekhyun wasnât mentioned, but you knew something was going on and you decided to keep your safe distance the moment you got better scholarship offers after scoring a good position at the national ranking along with Chanyeol and people started to look up to the two of you even more.
Baekhyun, besides his freedom to just be, what else can he offer to you? You caught yourself thinking during one of the self-study sessions in school, you glanced back at his desk, he wouldnât come today either. It was becoming easy to not ask for him to come except when you really need him, even though he asks you, he canât say anything back when he knows youâre busy.
***
The first semester passed really fast indeed, and school break came with relief and anxiety for those that like you and your classmates has a lot to look into. The last year the group would stick together after so long, after that everyone would go to different places, different lives. Things change too fast and the realization can come quite late, like your relationship with Baekhyun.
Someone in your class proposes a trip for the class, a few good, lasting memories before going different ways and, since everyone was together the homework could done much easily in group, but everyone knew the last oneâs more like an excuse for the any of their parentâs questions.
There are a few rules to this trip, but the most stressed is the first one: Baekhyun canât go. Something he knew before you told him and didnât seem to lament about it not hold a rage. He even pulls up a few cards from his sleeves, helping you find a good and strangely affordable place for the group to stay during the trip to Japan. When you get there you realize that seeing pictures and videos online doesnât make justice to the real thing and you wonder if a two weeks would be enough to enjoy everything the place has to offer.
To Baekhyun: We arrived safely. Your friend came to see greet us
You texted him once everyone else was settled and you managed to get some time to yourself. The studying could wait a little, thereâs just too much to see, too much to buy and to do everywhere and you just prone to enjoy every bit of it.Â
School break, like everything else, means different things depending on where you stand on in life. Whether if you have your future decided or not, if thereâs anything youâre looking forward to it or not. For someone so young, being a senior in high school is all about being pressured to choose what seems like one path for the rest of their lives, itâs like standing in a crossword, forbidden to look back or look anywhere else that doesnât mirror a promising, secure future.
At least thatâs how it feels for most of your classmates, for you, your friend, the basketball captain and other players as well that are already having those gloomy expressions when they think that playing basketball is something from the past, since none of their scholarships are related to this passion of theirs. Choosing between heart and mind. Itâs tough.
âY/n! Câmon, Iâm hungry!â You friend cries out as you try dressing up as fast as you can
âIâm almost done. Just a moment.â
âI thought everyone was comingâ, she speculates, sitting in the middle of your bed and watching you coming back and forth looking for your hairdryer,
âEveryone who paid for the trip came, except for Chanyeol, butââ, you stop and point to the luggage behind her, âCheck if my hairdryer is in that bagâ
She pulls your bag and starts looking for it, âBut?â
âBut, what?â, she stops looking and looks at you a little bit annoyed
âAbout Chanyeol!â
âAh, yeah! Him. Heâll be here by tomorrow. Why? Is the college boy out?â, you tease her
âItâs not hereâ, she announces, pushing your bag away, âLook at you! Talking about my love-life as if itâs a basketball gameâ, you frown playfully
âActually, I was going for baseballâ
âJust hurry up or Iâll leave you here.â
âHeâs not out.â, she protests, giving you her own hairdryer, âIâmâ just curiousâ, she shrugs, âHeâs been a little weird, hasnât he? Didnât you say something about him avoiding youâ, she follows after you, âPeople been talking about you and him. That the two of you should dateâ, she smirks, âThatâd be a scoreâ
You stop drying your hair and looks at her through the mirror.
âNot funnyâ, she laughs anyway, âAnd you already know he-- doesnât to me properlyâ
âAh, youâre right!â, she sits back down, her eyes wandering as she gets lost in her own thoughts, âChanyeolâs not the kind of guy whoâd ignore his girlfriend like this. Heâs a gentlemanâ
âYou still like him, donât you?â
âNo way! I have a boyfriend now!â
âAlright, alright. Câmon, Iâm hungry too.â
The two of you arrive just in time for the food to be served. Everyoneâs content and talking to each other happily and you think that, in the future, the next time you gather with these people like this, will be during reunions. You wonder how different your life will it be then, if you think carefully, this senior year is just the very start of a completely different life youâll be leading the moment you choose your life path. But why are you thinking about something like this in a moment like this? Maybe this is one-in-a-lifetime feeling you have with everyone gathered like this outside school, having a good time. It feels like goodbye.
You blink and stop eating, chewing on the food slowly. Really though, next time you see them, who will they be? Who will you be? Will you ever meet them again for sure? Itâs nostalgic. Your friend is going to the same college her current boyfriend is, which isnât the one you have in mind. Â Baekhyun... Well, you never talked about his with him, really. You donât really know if heâs going to any college at all even if you encouraged him at first, these kinds of conversation fell back with time and you never attempted to touch the subject again. Thatâs just not where this thing you have with him goes.
Although this is something important for you, a place where your future belongs, you realize Baekhyun doesnât fit anywhere. You try not to delve into those thoughts too much, but you find yourself unable to sleep at night because of it. Your friend sleeps soundly on the bed beside yours, but not even the tiredness of the trip nor from the organizational activity you had to do really gets to you.
Slowly, you crawl out of bed and dress something nice and comfortable before heading out of your room, you donât know where youâre going. But, without Baekhyun to swept you off your feet, itâs only your feet whom you can rely on to set your mind in peace for the night.
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exo_baekhyun | HOAX pt.6
Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.
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pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader (gender neutral) ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, yixing, suho, sehun, jongin. kris (wu yifan) content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 4.9K
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To Baekhyun: The night in Japanâs countryside is beautiful.Â
Before you notice, youâre sending the message to him without a second thought and, as always, his reply comes shortly after.
From Baekhyun: Why? Having problems with something? Is anyone giving you a headache over there?
You smile to yourself before typing a reply. Your footsteps matches other few strangers around you, family, friends and lovers that you see having fun with each other in the restaurants and stores that are still open for business even, though itâs late. You see a few of your friends, but you avoid them this time, deciding to keep this small talk with Baekhyun instead.
It doesnât last long. Soon enough youâre finding a way, a poor excuse, to end the conversation, deciding that a quiet moment to yourself is what you need. Baekhyun isnât really what you want when heâs not around and thereâs nothing he can help you with at the moment. In short, you donât need him, you need this, some quiet, peaceful and soothing time. Something Baekhyun never really offers to you, you just canât see that in him.
Itâs just when you stop to look back, to make sure youâll remember the way back to the hotel, that you realize how far you came. Remembering the way wonât be a problem, the hotel is on the top of a hill, the way is safe even if itâs night, so you just keep walking ahead with the only difference of pulling your jacket closer to your body. The cold night wind has a particular smell that resembles something that makes you happy, though you canât really tell what it is, the nice weather actually warms you a little, giving you this fuzzy feeling of welcome and gentleness. You really love this place.
The sounds of squeaking shoes on the floor and the particular sound of the ball hitting the floor are familiar to you, you grew accustomed to this kind of sounds since youâve been the basketball teamâs manager for so long. Something that started as a joke with the person that is now the teamâs captain ended up being something you liked and took it seriously.
Without realizing you walk towards these sounds and you see just what you expect, two boys playing basketball. However, what you donât expect is seeing them playing as if theyâre at NBAâs playoffs or something, theyâre so eager to win over each other. You walk closer, admiring their ability and canât avoid a gasp of surprise when you recognize that one of them is none other than...
âChanyeol?â
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Chanyeol tells himself thatâs his mind playing tricks on him even when heâs so focused on the game. Your voice, carried by the wind sounds much like he remembers when you whispered his name that day. Then, he makes the mistake to look up and just dumly stare at you, which gives enough time to his opponent to score easily. As the other celebrates by himself, Chanyeol stands there, just for a moment, his eyes widen a bit when he sees you standing there, feeling his cheeks burn a little and something stuck in his throat. Heâs panting, exhausted because of the game, the other guy, obviously older than him.
âI thought you said you were better than me now?â
The older smirks and hooks his arm on Chanyeolâs neck and drags him away, unaware of you or the way Chanyeolâs eyes has a hard time looking away from where you stand. The friend keeps provoking him, misinterpreting his silent. You barely listen what theyâre talking and walks closer to make sure you didnât see it wrong.
âPark Chanyeol?â
The older guy still has his arm hooked around Chanyeolâs neck, he stops talk to the all-too-quiet Chanyeol under his hold and both of them turn to look at you. While Chanyeol is still lost in his own feelings you look up at the other stranger, ready to apologize for the interrupting the game. Itâs only then when you recognize him too, you couldnât tell from afar when heâs dressed casually instead of that expensive suit you saw him wearing when he personally welcomed you and the group at the hotel earlier upon your arrival.
âY/n!â
Kris smiles brightly, loosening his hold on Chanyeol, Â enough for the boy stand straight, both of them out of breathe.
âIs there something wrong? Any problems at the hotel?â He frowns a little and looks behind around, taking a deep breathe, âAre you lost?â
âUhmâŚâ, you look around embarrassed, âYeah, I guess soâ, you scratch the back of your head,  âBut Iâm pretty sure I can find my way backâ, you nod in reassurement, âAnd the hotel is great, I canât thank you enough for having usâ
Kris nods and his eyes slides to Chanyeol, following yours and his lips part in understanding when he sees the daze in his friendâs eyes. He has to hide his amusement, but a well-knowing, subtle smile appears on his lips.
âYou donât need to thank meâ, he says in a polite, but business-like well-rehearsed tone, that different that one might think doesnât sound annoying or forced, âIâm glad youâre enjoying your stay and if you really ever have a problem, donât hesitate in letting me know, but--â
He trails off, smile a wider this time, just enough to seem more friendly and casual as he tone starts to imply. Kris pats Chanyeolâs back in a way that is casual to you, but reassuring and induces courage into his friend before pulling his hand away.
âFor anything else, Chanyeolâs a much better company than me. He knows the place even better than me, so youâre in good handsâ
He picks up his jacket and leaves, sparing a friendly wave at you and Chanyeol before walking into one of the gorgeous houses surrounding the park. You look at Chanyeol who avert his eyes away from you, licking the sweat off his lips and takes off his cap to push his messy hair back the best he can.
âI-Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to spoil your gameâ
You donât mean to stutter, but being alone with Chanyeol feels weird when you can see heâs looking for the best way he can to escape. It occurs to you if you should you use this opportunity to clean things once and for all between the two of you, but Chanyeol seems uncomfortable and you remember than soon enough this wonât matter since you probably wonât see him after the end of this next semester anyway.
âAh, no!â He bites the inside of his cheek of being in such a hurry to talk, but his words just kept coming out, wavering in hesitancy. âWeâve been playing for quite a while. I was about to ask for a break--â, he scratches the back of his head a little embarrassed, âItâs not like I can beat him at an one-on-one anywaysâ
âIt looked pretty tied to meâ, you confess as you approach him, âI distracted you, Iâm sorryâ
Chanyeol looks away to hide the crimson red blush that spreads from somewhere under his loose shirt and despite the cold weather, heâs feeling quite hot. Busying himself with taking the ball off the ground he gives himself sometime to cool off and placing on his jacket, laying on the bench.
âNo, itâs okay. Reallyâ, he licks his lips and places the ball a little too careful on the bench on top of his jacket. He takes a second to turn and look at you, âHowâ How about a drink? Something warm since itâs coldâ, his words are still hesitant and he cringes at them and he regrets right after, but you nod.
âSounds good to meâ
Silly enough, that surprises him. His eyes open wide and for a moment he doesnât quite know what to do with himself.
âAh, good! Iâllâ be right backâ
Chanyeol fumbles with his feet a little clumsily and he doesnât quite know what to do with his hands
âThe machine is right thereâ, he points at the vending machine standing at one corner of the park not too far, you can see part of it, the other part is hidden by one of the parkâs toys for kids
Heâs already walking away when he realizes the money he has is in his jacket. He stops and turns only to realize that youâre closer than he thought and his breathe gets caught in his throat making him choke. You frown in concern as he look away coughing, you reach to pat his back, but that only makes him a little more nervous. Chanyeol words are rushed and he canât look at you as he speaks again.
âWait here. I mean on the bench is more comfortable. Iâll be right backâ
You hold the ball as he takes his jacket with him, taking large steps to the machine and as soon as he gets there he crouches on the floor, regretting and cringing at his childlike behavior. Why canât he act like a normal human being when heâs next to you?
When he comes back, youâre sitting on the bench, playing with the ball in your hands. Chanyeol takes a deep breathe before approaching and sitting next to you.
âHereâ, he offers you a hot cocoa drink
âThank youâ, you notice his soda then, âWhat if you catch a cold?â You point at the can in his hands while cupping yours in your hands to warm them a little.
âAh, donât worry. Iâm not that cold. Iâve been playing for a whileâ
You watch him open and take a big gulp on his drink before opening yours too and Chanyeol tries not to seem obvious when looking at you while youâre drinking.
âIs everything really okay?â You hum questioningly and looks at him, âI mean⌠For you to be walking around like thisâ
âAh! Yes, itâs fineâ, you cup the warm can on your hands again and takes a deep breathe, looking away from him, âI donât know why Iâve been thinking a  little too much lately and I canât sleep. I thought itâd help if I walked around a bitâ, when you look back at Chanyeol, heâs caught staring and looks away, drinking his soda and chokes again, and again you pat his back, âAre you okay?â
âUhm. Sure, sure. I justââ, he has to let out another string of coughs, feeling stupid he clears his throat once heâs feeling better, âIâm okayâ, he clears his throat again.
The cold soda can freezes his hands, so Chanyeol places it on the bench beside him and rubs his hands with his eyes on them, too worried to look dumbstruck yet again to you.
âI guess, the season and the fact that we are at a turning point--â, he starts, âThese things gets to us easilyâ, hesitantly he looks at you, âI think about those things at night tooâ
âI thought I was overthinkingâ
âMaybe we areâ, you chuckle and nod at the thought that someday you can think back and ridicule your own thoughts.
Thereâs a small pause and you donât notice Chanyeol is staring at you again as you take another sip on your drink. He really doesnât know what to do with himself when heâs with you.
âThereâs something I wanted to tell youâ, you speak up and he blinks
âWhâ What is it?â
âI want to apologizeâ, you look at him and he can feel his heart skip a beat
You turn to him a little and heâs glad thereâs some distance between the two of you because itâs already hard for him to breath as it is.
âApologize?â He frowns, âFor what?â
âAbout that day when you took me off the way from those officers chase. Iâ Iâm sorry ifââ
âNo. Wait. Whyâd you apologize for that?â
âI thought, somehow I offended you back then. Youâve been avoiding me since that day.â
Chanyeol remembers that day clearly, how his heart stumbled when he realized how close you where. He never really tried to look at you and see how beautiful you are. He couldnât understand why it was so hard to let go of you back then, how good it felt having you close to him or how tempting it was when you looked up at him and your breath fanned over his lips and he had to stop himself. Since then, everytime he sees you itâs the same thing and by now it hurts a little too much already, so he tried keeping his distance. As stupid as it sounds, he doesnât want to get a ânoâ for answer.
Honest to the heavens, Chanyeol didnât thought what he felt that day would turn into anything. That night, at home, he thought everything would be back to normal the next day, but after a sleepless night where that moment kept replaying before his eyes, either if he kept them open or not, in many different ways⌠The moment you walked in class and his heart stumbled dangerously in his chest he became a little worried about it.
âYou didnât do anything!â He rushes to say, looking directly at you
What could he possibly say to you? Thereâs absolutely no way in hell heâd tell the truth and he looks at his hands, trying to make up a good excuse.
âI thought I overreacted that day. I thought maybe I offended youâ
Itâs partially the truth, he was afraid you heard his heart beating because he could hear, he though you noticed him blushing and somehow could make things awkward.
âIf it werenât for you Iâd be hurt. Iâm not offended.â
âStill, Iâm sorry I avoided youâ
âApology acceptedâ, you say it playfully and he smiles at you, âThe homeroom teacher said you had an urgent matter to attend before coming. Did everything turn alright?â
âAh, yes. I was offered a scholarship and the conditions are... Well, theyâre really one of a kind, butââ, Chanyeol pulls on his lower lip worryingly before sighing at his reasons.
âYou couldnât say yes?â He sighed and nodded, hanging his head low.
âThey said I have time to decide, so theyâll wait until the applications are closed. Stupid decision, right?â
âIf itâs an stupid decision what you did, I wonder what mine wasâ, he raises his head to look at you
âYours?â You hum, tapping on the hot cocoa can in your hand with your nail distractingly
âThe homeroom teacher called me in his room and the college representative was there. She proposed a lot, but I justâ I couldnât say yes to it. I mean, Iâve been waiting for that opportunity for so long, but--â
You gulp down and the weak smile you wear makes you took lifeless, but you donât mind. You didnât realize how much that has been bothering you and how nice it is to speak with someone who really understands instead of judging you like your parents and your friends, or tries to simply comfort and distract you as Baekhyun would.
âShe said, they would wait for a proper response after the graduation ceremonyâ, you nod to yourself in a dismissive manner as you look up at the empty street before you, âBut, somehow, Iâm afraid Iâll make the wrong decisionâ
Thereâs a small silence, a mutual comprehension shared between the two of you. You realize all these bothering thought youâve been having was born there, from this one. All your doubts, all your insecurities originated from this one thing and you know Chanyeol has been battling his own thoughts almost in the same way. You know, heâs feeling the same way you do, but itâs all too much to put in words, so this quietness is a mutual understanding that, strangely enough, donât need words for each of you to be understood by the other. Both of you know the problem wonât disappear, but itâs less buderning, it heals the anxious feeling and the agitated state of mind both of you has been dealing with.
âIt feels like a trap, right?â
âHuh?â You look up to Chanyeol and he pulls his cap higher, some droplets of sweat run down his face
âI mean, if you say yes, then you have all that and probably the career you want, but you wonder if thereâs anything betterâ, he sighs and takes off his cap and stares at it without really seeing, âYou keep asking: is this really what I want? Have I ever wanted something different?â
His damped hair with sweat stick to his forehead, a few strands falls on his eyes, you never saw that expression on anyone else but you when youâre alone, looking in the mirror. Itâs the same sorrowfulness, same distress, same uncertainty, itâs all there.
âBut then, if you say no and regret. How bad can it be? How fast can you recover? And people-- Theyâll talk about it and that can be either the best or worst decision we could ever make--â, he trails off, âWe start questioning too much.â
He looks at you and gasps in surprise with a shy smile, he scratches the back of his head while sitting back on the bench and you try pulling yourself together again because youâve been staring at him this whole time.
âIâm sorry, Iâm just blabbing hereâ
âNo, youâre right. I have the same thoughts I just... Couldnât voice them like you just did.â
âItâs good to know Iâm not paranoidâ
âWell, maybe we areâ, you quote him and he chuckles
Despite him still being shy, itâs easy talking to Chanyeol. He understands what you mean with little words and complements them and you see yourself doing the same. Itâs not long before the two of you are talking freely about less burdening topics, smiling and laughing to each other as if the two of you are picking up from before.
That night he walks you back to the hotel and has to go back to Krisâ house, but when youâre in your room and curiously walk to balcony, you see him glancing back and waving at you, you wave back.
â â â
When you go downstairs for breakfast that morning you meet Chanyeol even if itâs bright and early in the morning. He helps you wake up the others and settle the schedule since he knows the place very well. Nothing else is really important during the rest of the day, itâs all laughter and good memories and itâs only almost by the end of the day when you remember to text Baekhyun again, he always replies right away.
Youâre about to reply when youâre pulled by the others to team up with Chanyeol for a game since itâd be such a problem if he and the basketballâs team captain got together in a game that is basically that, so Baekhyunâs reply is left unread, your phoneâs practically forgotten in the pocket of your jacket.
Chanyeol knows heâs good at achieving any goal as long as he sets his mind to it, but when it comes to you, he lacks confidence. Youâre the only one thing that he just canât get himself to try a little harder, his confidence fails everytime he sees you, he has never been so scared of a single word before. He canât bear the thought of you saying ânoâ to him and he doesnât mind if, out of everything, he doesnât mind being called a coward for pretending that everything is all right now that he supposedly cleared his reasons for being distant.
Obviously, as good teammates and friends they are, the basketball team just canât get any of it. Not just them, but Chanyeol is obvious enough that everyone but you notices, even stranger, in a glance can see it how it looks like a one-sided love. Yes, it is that cringe-worthy and frustrating for them to just stand there and watch, especially when thereâs no secret that they root for the two of you. Naturally, Chanyeolâs closest friend, his teammates, decides to help and soon enough they manage to get everyone away as an excuse to get them to explore the festival, leaving you and Chanyeol alone.
âI hope they donât get into troubleâ, you mutter to yourself as you pick up your phone, swiping Baekhyun unread message off your screen without really paying attention to it, âIâll send them a text to keep their phone in hand and call if something comes upâ, the two of you walk side by side down the a beautiful, yet crowdy surroundings, âSometimes I feel like Iâm looking out for a bunch of elementary school studentsâ
âIâm sure itâll be okayâ, Chanyeol bites his lips seeing you send the message in the groupâs chatroom and his own phone vibrates on his pocket.
He looks away and his eyes meet the teamâs captain whoâs leaving in a group with other boys.
âDo something!â The boy mouths to him, making wide gesture, his frustration is shown, âGuide her around!â
Another one of the classmates, points to a tent where there was some kind of game youâd probably like and both of them hurry Chanyeol to take action with wide, frustrated gestures. The ever so hesitant and shy Chanyeol starts taking you around, explaining little things about the festival and local traditions and his heart stumbles every time you smile to him. You take his hand to drag him somewhere and he wishes he wouldnât tremble, but thatâs a side effect of touching you, you say something about how youâve wanted to try one of the festivalâs local treat you heard about and he finds it for you.
The festival ends with beautiful fireworks and by then everyoneâs gathered again at one spot to see the spectacle. The fireworks lights up the night and you stare at them, coloring the sky beautifully while Chanyeol found the perfect spot for the group to watch the show. But, he canât really look anywhere else but you. The way those fireworks light up your features when youâre sitting right beside him⌠he just canât look away and heâs too dazzled to even pretend heâs not staring when you look at him. He simply smiles, embarrassed for being caught, but all you do is smile back and look up again.
He canât understand how easily he felt for you, he thought if he kept his distance, then someone like him, whoâs bad at hiding his feelings, wouldnât burden you. The problem is having this opportunity and being with you, he can hear his heart questioning him, he can feel himself getting greedy and he wants to hold back, but youâd probably never know how hard it is when you look so good just... Being there. Just smiling, just being yourself.
Chanyeol has to pull himself back, he has to step away from you and bite his tongue, he makes sure to not be close to you all the time when everyone is enjoying themselves. He sits with the other boys and thought he gets annoyed by their scolding for being slow, for not doing anything. Still, thatâs better than being beside you, afraid heâd say something.
â â â
âNo, waitâ
The basketball team shifts on his feet, ignoring the fireworks and paying attention to Chanyeol instead after the boy told him why he wonât tell you he likes you.
âAre you⌠serious about this?â The other asks in disbelief as the rest of the team watches in curiosity, âChanyeol! We all know youâre a freaking genius, but youâre being a complete idiot right nowâ
The boys are visibly frustrated with Chanyeolâs choice of just stay by your side like that.
âHyung--â, one of the junior whines, âThis doesnât even work on TVâ
âThe two of you are thinking about different career paths. You said you might even study abroad, so itâs obvious this can be your last chance! What do you have to lose?â, the captain speaks up again
âActually, we might end up going to the same college⌠Maybeâ, Chanyeol says
âWhat? How?â
âThe homeroom teacher told meâ, he shrugs and one of his friends facepalm themselves
âSo⌠Youâre waiting for destiny or something?â
âWhat? No!â
âThen, what? Park Chanyeol! Come to your senses. You canât do this to yourself!â, grabbing his shoulders, the teamâs captain makes Chanyeol look at him, âThis trip is an one-of-a-kind, golden ticket from life to you. You should just confess while weâre here and if Y/n says no, move on!â The boy tries to sound as convince as he can, but he sounds a lot more frustrated, âYou can just leave everything behind when we get back home. If Y/n says yes, then I sincerely hope the two of you will be happy. We all doâ
Chanyeol looks around and sees some of the others nodding or giving him a encouraging smile, but his stomach is turning just by thinking about it. The sounds of the fireworks is loud, but he can hear his heart hammering in his chest, his stomach turns and it kind of makes him feel sick.
â â â
âI must be out of my mindâ â at least thatâs what Chanyeol says while heâs waiting for you.
The boys, and your friend, made this chance happen and he could call it off if he wanted, but for some reason, he didnât, wants this. He wants this chance to hear distant possible yes from you, although the no is a constant fear, Chanyeol wonders how can a simple word be so threatening.
He wait for you at the balcony of this coffee shop you loved when he was with you in the group the day before, apparently calm and casual, but his legâs shaking under the table and once in a while he licks his lip. On the table, in front of him, is sitting the third glass of water and the waiter serving him is already pitying him thinking he was dumped, but itâs not that youâre late, he came a little to earlier. He read the time wrong and the guy told him that if he wanted to order something, itâd be on the house.
âIsnât this too much?â â he thought to himself for the tenth time that day. But forgot about it all and lost his ability to breathe properly the moment he saw you walking down the street and pulling the door to the coffee shop. CHanyeol swears his heart is about to jump right out at any given moment and his hands tremble, he only notices when he tries waving just so youâd notice him.
You do notice him and he pulls his hand back to his lap, squeezing them together and only them realizing his palms are sweating like crazy. He wants to make sure he looks nice, he wants to look good for you. Now his whole body is trembling as you step closer with a simple smile on your lips that is just perfectly fit and beautiful on you. Chanyeolâs certain to have never been this nervous in his whole life.
âAre you okay?â, you frown a little while sitting across from him and with the corner of his eyes he sees the waiter glancing, âYou look a little⌠paleâ
âN-No, Iâm fineâ, and now heâs stuttering.
âMaybe we should order something alreadyâ, you barely raise your hand and the waiter is already on his way. That kind of helps him a little because it gives him time to calm down
âWhereâs everyone?â, you ask and Chanyeol when the waiter leaves, âI thought theyâd be hereâ
âUhm⌠They wanted to go somewhere elseâ, he managed to say without letting his voice waver, âWe can leave tooâ if you wantâ, he adds soon after
âNo, itâs okay. Did you wait too much?â You asks, looking at the glass of water in front of him
âNo, not reallyâ, he lies
âChanyeol, are you sure youâre okay?â You sound worried and he feels terrible, but not out of sickness. Well, discounting his nervous state, âWe can go back if you want--â
âIâm alright donât worryâ, he smiles and would pat himself on the back for sounding normal and because his smile didnât falter, didnât tremble
âExcuse meâ, he waiter says when arrives at the table and lays the orders on the table.
Thereâs a pause where you focus on your food and Chanyeol wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans before, making sure their not trembling before reaching to his drink.
âY/n, thereâsâ- thereâs something I want to ask youâ, he wets his lips and shift on his seat when you look up curiously at him
All of his hesitation and bottled up anxiety, you can hear it in his voice, he knows it and it makes it all worse. The way the others planned, supposed to be cool and smooth and easy. It is not. Itâs anything but any of that. You put your hot cocoa down on the table to pay attention to what he has to say.
Being with Chanyeol is completely different than being Baekhyun. Theyâre completely different one from another, Chanyeol has gentle and expectant eyes looking for yours. Heâs innocent and adorable instead of cocky and the he treats you, the way he understand you. Itâs easy yet exciting, it makes you happy even when you donât need to. It makes you smile wider without the need of you being worried or sad, or stressed. When he pauses to look in your eyes you notice how your heart vacillates unexpectedly.
âY/n, I--â, he wets his lips, âI like youâ
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ANOMIE: Children of Anarchism - Chapter II
feat artists: bts (ot7), ocs content: angst, fluff, gang au, mature language, smoking, drinking, murder, character death, violence, blood, implied non-con, drugs, mentions of anxiety rating: PG-15 type: fanfic word count: 6.4K
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premise: A story of a group of young men that despite the different background and hardships they come together as friends, discovering a new way to survive in a world that seem to turn its back on them.
a/n: i did try proof-reading this myself this time and ended up writing a few more things in it, so Iâm not sure how much of proof-reading actually was done. also, by the time this is up, iâm probably traveling somewhere w no internet.
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[ prologue | chapter I | chapter II | chapter III | work in progress ]
âI walked ten thousand miles Ten thousand miles to see you And every grasp of breath I grabbed just to find you I climbed up every hill to get to you I wandered ancient lands to hold just you
And every single step of the way, I paid Every single night and day I searched for you Through sandstorms and hazy dawns I reached for youâ ( ALLY KERR: The Sore Feet Song. )
Loud bangs dragged Taehyung out of his unconsciousness and it took him a moment to even remember how to make his wobbly body function correctly, thatâs when his mind rushed into reality and he sat up in an instant. Feeling sick and dizzy and extremely tired, Taehyung looks around for his phone, wondering for how long did he sleep?
Again! Loud bangs. It sounded like it was inside his head, making him feel even more sick to his stomach, maybe vomiting could make him feel better. The constant banging echoes louder in his head making hard to think clearly, did he had this headache when he went to sleep? His mind if rather foggy and confusing, but a thought forces its way past his headache and drowsiness: âThese soundsâ, it occurs to him, âAre they at her apartment?â.
Tripping on his feet, Taehyung steps off his bed, tripping on his blankets he rushes to the living room, nothing there, his feet take him to the door and the noise becomes louder, much for his surprise as soon as he opens the door and motion to step outside he almost bumps into the landlord. His heart is caught up in his throat, his headâs spinning and his eyes are unfocused, a couple seconds went by until he could see the surprised expression on the landlordâs face. The noise had stopped. Licking his lips Taehyung looks around the corridor, expecting for that to be a dream.
     - Kid! You look⌠Sick?! - The landlord mentions, face contorted in a disgusted expression without giving much importance to it. - I thought you wouldnât wake up! You didnât forget the heating engine, right? You said youâd fix it!
Taehyungâs mind took some time to situate him, he had to frown and squint his eyes, finally understanding.
     - Ah, that⌠- the landlord interrupted Taehyung while he sighed, obviously irritated by how casual the boy seems to be uninterested.      - Yeah! That! You forgot, didnât you? - Taehyung tries to shake his head, but it made him feel even more sick, his headache is back and it makes him feel like crap.      - No. Iâll do it later. â He sounded casual again and the landlord takes in a long breath, inflating his chest in anger.      - WHEN? - The man suddenly screams in anger and impatience. - Different from you, I endure the cold here all day. You have to fix it by today or just pay the rest of the rent you took!
The landlord doesnât give any chance to say anything back and just walks away, mumbling offenses loud enough for Taehyung or anyone to hear. Taehyung closes the door with little to none sound, his head hurt so much, he rushes to the bathroom and with a hand on his stomach, he bents over the toilet and throws up and different from what he expects, he doesnât feel good afterwards.
After washing the bad aftertaste from mouth with the icy cold water, Taehyung went straight to bed and took a quick look at his old-fashioned phone, he slept for barely an hour. His alarm is already set for when he has to wake up, but he adjusts it to a couple of hours earlier just so he can fix the heating engine, he figures itâs enough for a good rest and before he realizes heâs fell asleep.
Lazily, Taehyung reaches out for his phone to turn off the alarm before the annoying alarm sound went off and immediately pulls his arm back into his blankets. His eyelids refused to open, his body feels even heavier than before and numb, heâs all curled and lost in his blankets, no one would ever tell Taehyung apart from all the blankets over and around him and yet, he feels cold, and just by thinking of moving a finger he knows itâll cost him too much energy, Taehyung canât stop shivering, doesnât the day supposed to be warmer than the night? Then, why is it so cold?!
He should hurry up and fix the heating engine before heading to another of his one-time jobs, but although his mind is set on it, his body refuses to cooperate. His headache has gotten worse and Taehyung canât even open his eyes, he tries controlling his shallow breathing, but nothing really works. Yet, he forces himself to react, pushing his blanket off him and does his best to sit up, fighting against his own body that feels so heavy and his limbs feels almost numb, a sudden has the need to cough and is almost unable to stop once it starts, his throat hurts when he gulps down, a cold bath might not be the answer to it, but it was probably the best.
Passing by the mirror in the bathroom he frowns at his own reflection, he sure looks sick, his eyes are red and very much swollen, and he doesnât understand how he couldâve lost so much weight in overnight. Taehyungâs body screams to be buried under those blankets again, just the thought of it is incredibly appealing, but he knows he canât leave things to do it later or another day. Heâs not sure if the landlordâs angry warning at the apartmentâs doorstep really happened or if it was a dream, either way, thatâs not the only reason, Taehyung really wants to fix the engine for her.
The moment he tried brushing his teeth with the icy-cold water, Taehyung was convinced that cold bath he planned wouldnât be happening and, in fact, he didnât even bother changing clothes before leaving the apartment. Aside from the weak attempt to brush his teeth, Taehyung didnât even brush his hair properly, his ran his finger through it, not minding his appearance at all, nor mind picking up any snack for breakfast, aside from his tool box Taehyung doesnât mind taking anything else.
This is a rare occasion when Taehyung passed by the neighbors while theyâre still going about their lives in the building, a broken pattern in his life and itâs only when heâs crossing the hallway connecting the two buildings that he stops and looks back at the next door apartment, asking himself if he would be able to sleep through something that could happen there.
     - So, youâre finally here. Are you paying the difference missing from the rent? - The landlord asks scornfully.      - Iâll fix the engine. - His voice is rather breathy and hoarse.
The landlord looks suspiciously at him and considers something for a moment before disappearing inside the house, coming back not too long after, reaching his hand out to Taehyung, a key dangling from his fingers.
     - Here. â The landlord lets the key fall on Taehyungâs hand. â Itâs too cold for me to go down there, just give back the key when youâre done.      - Sure.
Taehyung tucks his hand with the key inside the pocket of his hoodie, just now he realizes⌠he forgot to wear a jacket. The man closes the door with a âthundâ before he could even turn his back, but Taehyung doesnât mind and makes his way to the basement, he already knows what the problem may be, so he convinces himself this will be over soon.
No matter how heavy his body feels or how every step that echoes around him in the silent, lonesome narrow corridor sends waves of pain to his head, making him feel sick to his stomach, Taehyungâs determinate to get this job done, at least. By now, heâs not so sure if heâll manage to get to the next, but it doesnât mean he wonât try. Part of him regrets a little when he walks past the door after unlocking, itâs much colder down there, but as he predicted, it doesnât take him much time to fix the problem until it happens again, unless the landlord would invest in a new one, which, Taehyung acknowledges through foggy thoughts, itâll never happen.
His condition makes him slow, but Taehyung is agile enough to finish the job earlier than expected and this gives him some time to get some medicine for whatever this sickness is in a nearby drugstore and maybe get better before going to his next job. Taehyung could very much appreciate a hot shower, thatâs what he thinks as he pulls his hoodie tightly close to his body, climbing upstairs after closing the metallic door that causes him a painful agony with the high pintch sound of its rustiness when he locks it. A coughing fit assault him halfway to the landlordâs door and Taehyung finds it hard to stay standing or see through his teary eyes, but as soon as it stops he walks down to the first door one would see when walking in the building and once the landlord yanks the key away from his hand heâs ready to walk away.
     - Fixed? â The man asks him with disgust written all over his face.      - Itâd be working properly in a few minutes. â Taehyungâs manages to say with his usual emotionless voice only betrayed by his hoarse throat that makes his voice sounds not just broken but also deeper than usual.      - How⌠- Taehyung was about to walk away when the man steps forward and he looks back. â How much time?      - About thirty minutes to an hour to get a warm shower. The engine is too old.
This time, the landlord doesnât stop him from walking away. Taehyung wonders if he would be able to eat something and keep it in, the highest probability says ânoâ, but he might as well try it anyway. The grocery store he worked the day before is on the way to the drugstore and thatâs where his feet take him, the rather familiar bell sounds when he pulls the door open and the owner, Mr. Han, smiles warmly at him just like the day before and he bowed his head without a word as the door closes by itself behind him.
     - Oh, Taehyung-ah!
The warm welcome is rather unusual to Taehyung, he bows again not really knowing how else to react, holding a basket, he walks between the rows to choose what he wants. But everything feels too cold to the touch, Taehyung tries his best to ignore the weakness of his body, holding on to maintain himself the best he can, but, at some point, heâs not even sure of what heâs picking up from the shelves and heads straight to the counter where the old man, Mr. Han, stills smiles warmly at him. Taehyung sets his basket on the counter before taking the products out one by one, his body feels rather heavy, so his movements are slow. He stands there as Mr. Han registers the groceries, shoving his hands inside the pocket of his pants to get his wallet, Taehyung barely notices when Mr. Han stops what heâs doing midway into and leans down to have a better look on him.
     - Son? You look sick.
Taehyungâs gulps down and his throat hurts, averting his eyes from anywhere close from Mr. Han because he feels quite uncomfortable, not exactly sure if itâs caused by the genuine worrisome intonation on the manâs voice or the way the old man just, oh-so-naturally, called him âsonâ in such a tender way. Either way, those are things Taehyung doesnât quite know how to respond to.
     - I was worried about you when you left without an umbrella yesterdayâŚ
Mr. Han sighs, frowning as he leans forward with his hands flat on the counter to take a better look at Taehyung. But the boy canât bring himself to look in the manâs eyes.
     - Do you have a fever? Maybe you should go to the hospital.      - No, Iâm fine.
Although Taehyung tries to avoid it, his voice betrays him and cracks in the middle of the sentence, but he ignores it and hopes Mr. Han would do the same. With another sigh, Mr. Han nods to himself, muttering a short, understanding something that is obviously against his will. Itâs his need to get back in bed as fast as he possibly can that makes Taehyung packs the groceries while Mr. Han finishes registering, and he does notice how the old man would look at him every down and then in some sort of concern. There are only two or three pieces left on the counter when Mr. Han stops working and speaks up again.
     - Taehyung-ah. â Mr. Han calls him softly and rather hesitant.
The old man has long caught on Taehyungâs uniqueness and preference to keep things to himself even if they met no more than for a couple minutes each time they met. But caughting on anotherâs demeanors is something that comes with age, or at least thatâs what Mr. Han believes in. He waits until Taehyung looks up at him and waits until he can speak again.
     - Just for a moment... Wait here a little, huh? Iâll be right back.
Mr. Han walks away as fast as his knee allows him to before Taehyung would express himself against, disappearing in the room that leads to the storage. And Taehyung takes in a deep breathe, gripping on the edges of the cold counter, hanging his head low, an attempt to stop the nauseating feeling that suddenly is building up.
Taehyung looks up when he hears the door to the storageâs room opening again and Mr. Han walks in with one of the storeâs plastic bag. He doesnât say anything as he places the bag on the counter and finishes registering the products.
     - These are on the house. I wonât take a refusal.
Mr. Hanâs aggravated tone means what he says as he tucks that plastic bag in the one Taehyungâs packing the remaining things he bought. Taehyung would try refusing if Mr. Hanâs eyes werenât just⌠insisting, just as much as the old manâs warm small smile.
     - Thank you, Mr. Han. â Taehyung bows politely, and Mr. Han sends him off with a nod.
The pharmacy is just a few steps from Mr. Hanâs store and Taehyung is quick at buying what he needs there before heading back home. This little time he spent outside the apartment quickly got to him and Taehyung canât help but feel worn out to his bones and maybe this is not all about the sickness, heâs well-aware of the small amount of rest he gives himself to begin with and this just piles up and gets to him faster in moments like this.
Each step Taehyung feels his legs giving up on him a little bit more, bids of cold sweat and shivers runs through him. Through his foggy state of mind, he lets his feet take him back to the apartment instead and somewhere in his mind heâs still conscious he has a job one hour from then, though now heâs not so sure he can really make it. Maybe if he rests for a good twenty minutes or so, he tries convincing himself.
Honestly, all Taehyung can really think is that bed, still undone in the small bedroom. Every step Taehyung remembers himself that he just need to keep himself together just a little more, just a little and heâs be back in bed and rest. Itâs all he can think about and when he stops at the front door of the apartment he needs to place his palm against the cold surface to steady himself while trying to get the key in the right place, but his hand is trembling a little too much and it takes him a lot more than heâd like in a moment like this when his body is about to give in and the sickness in his stomach is really threatening.
Once he manages to unlock the front door, Taehyung feels the view of the dark apartment before him tremble and spin like something in between an earthquake and a hurricane, itâs confusing, messy and this buzzing in his ears is just too loud and painful. Taehyung doesnât remember anything except holding on to his door frames.
Storm-like voices, soundless screams. Everythingâs confusing and amorphous in this abstract world he now belonged to⌠Taehyung canât tell where he is or how he came here and he canât really feel anything, but heâs not feeling better.
âWhere is this? How did he come here? Who were those people pushing and pulling him?â, he asks himself, trying to get by the blurry mess of faceless people around him.
For the first time in so, so long Taehyung is scared. His heartâs hammering hard and painful against his chest, begging him to run, to escape just anywhere as long as is far from here and so he does. Taehyung turns around and forces his leg to take him away with large, big and fast steps, running like he never ran before.
The thing is, his legs are stronger than his body, they donât wear tired, but his body seems to be ready to fall apart at any given moment. Taehyung trips somewhere and he forces his arms pushes himself up and forward, his body bends forward and any more down and heâd be crawling. He runs fast, trying his best to get faster, everything he has on him, in him is doing nothing but focusing on this escape.
Taehyung is scared, heâs so afraid that heâs getting desperate. His legs are about to give in, he can barely feel them now and he trips, falling on the floor, the second he stops, he gets desperate to stand up or else it could get to him. Although his legs tremble and he falls again, Taehyung pushes himself up with all the straight he can, panting and struggling to breathe, he lunches himself forward again.
He could cry, crying never solved anything for him, he doesnât remember the last time he cried even as a kid, but that feeling bubbles up in him and the wet taste of sweat mixes with salty tears as well or is it the rain? When did it start raining?
Taehyungâs body betrays him badly, trying harder, he pushes himself further on, praying heâd just get away, but thatâs when he trips again, and his body is thrown somewhere. He canât bring himself to open his eyes, knowing itâll caught up to him really soon, desperation and fear swirls close around each other until he canât tell them apart anymore, only the agony of waiting to feel the hard impact of his body on the rough ground. He waits for it, clenching his teeth and protecting his face with his arms.
When his eyes snap open in the comfort of his warm bed, Taehyung tries to move, just then realizing his sheets are now tangled around his leg. Something tells him he just had a dream, a nightmare maybe, but he canât remember any of it. Taehyung tries stretching himself on bed, his mouth is dry and he canât understand this feeling that keeps poking at his gut, maybe he should remember something that is really, really important. It feels like being threatened and even though heâs just a kid, he knows this kind of feeling well enough to tell it apart.
However, whatever it is, heâs awaken from that nightmare now and heâs at home. And, more importantly, heâs hungry, especially now that he can feel this familiar and delicious smell. Itâs one of his favorites, it sets him completely awake and his stomach roar a protest as he sits up, untangling the blankets from his legs by kicking them away.
Taehyung hops off the bed, rubbing his eyes and puts on his slippers before reaching for the door. The smell of freshly cooked breakfast hits him harder then, making him smile in content and his stomach complains yet again. After closing his bedroomâs door behind him, Taehyung hurries down stairs. He makes as far as halfway down, but then, out of a sudden, the ray of sunlight that lighten up the house are gone, the clock on the wall shows somewhere past ten at the evening instead eight at the morning and it reminds him that, he should be in bed. Itâs late and this is school night.
Itâs just when he turns around that he suddenly remembers, he woke up because there was loud sounds around the house and somehow he knows it came from the kitchen. Maybe heâll get his mom scolding him, but he should at least check what it is. Taehyung, takes on step at a time on his way down stairs, holding on the handrail, but stops abruptly when the scandalous sound of glass breaking echoes through the house deafeningly, he can hear the small pieces bouncing on the kitchen floor, he just knows itâs in the kitchen, and his heart skips a beat in a way he never felt before.
Taehyung carefully steps down again while the house goes silent, another step and is assaulted by another loud noise, he grips as firmly as he can on the handrail and on the thing in his other hand, he doesnât really remember what it is, but heâs holding on to it to dear life. He hears as someone growls at another, the scary sound being throw across the room and hitting the walls, with poison dripping and contaminating everything. The thunder resounds throughout every fiber in his body and someoneâs screaming, there are words e canât understand, but it soaks deep into him.
His head turns to the only room that still has the light on in the house and hesitantly, walks down the remaining steps in a flash as if instead of running he flew all the way down. The sound of rain, hammering against the windows and his rushed, but afraid steps are one. Things just happens fast, so fast he canât catch up to anything, the screams, the thunder-like voice, threatening and poisoning sets him on fire. Such a rage for someone so small. Taehyung sees nothing but crimson red, everything is colored with anger, his heart that should be rejoicing in such age is punching against his chest as if itâs begging to be freed.
The trembling voice whispering to him is colored with fear and sadness and whatever heâs been holding so tightly this whole time burns his skin like hot iron, though it doesnât quite feel painful and is oddly satisfying, just as much as sickening. Taehyung doesnât understand how his body moves, so agile, so Ânot-him, pushing him forward, even his expression is designed significantly by someone else, his muscles are pulled in a way he never knew.
Hot blood pulses through his body and he doesnât feel like a child anymore, even though thatâs what he is, that thing is a little too big for his small hands, but Taehyung knows heâs strong enough, capable enough to hold it as he should, to use it as he supposed to. His puppet-like body, controlled by this something or someone, whatever it is, whoever it might be, whispers sharp and smoothly into his ears, drowning him in cold and welcoming warmth.
It confusingly pleasant and repulsing at the same time right from the start, only for him to forget somewhere along the way, as his body moves without him knowing how. His body is jolted forward in a sprint and a piercing content laugh makes every cell in his small body tremble with pure excitement.
Taehyung greet his teeth and feels something breaking, not a tooth or a bone, itâs way deeper and worse than any of it, heâs not sure if it can be fixed, it should be scary, but his body is jolting and reacting, that excitement and a wicked unknown smile is pulls the corner of his lips. Heâs angry and sad and he couldnât stop those tears from flooding his eyes, dripping from his chin and on the floor even if he wanted, like a waterfall. He canât see a thing and even so, heâs not sure what heâs seen. Taehyung feels the room around him spin as he stands there, knelled on those broken glass pieces, his body feels like mush and small dots appears in this messy view as he starts to feel lightheaded.
Maybe heâs dead, or at least thatâs what Taehyung thinks as he tries gulping down but thereâs no saliva in his mouth, his muscles all around his body is somehow melting. Suddenly thereâs nothing but a black canvas before him with faint abstract forms of green, yellow and white dancing in the distance, mocking him. Taehyung canât really feel anything other than inexistence and emptiness, so maybe he really is dead.
Invisible strings pull him up, Taehyung can feel his feet trying to remember how they supposed to work, but the numbness doesnât allow them to, the shaky wet floor is also sticky and slippery. One step, two⌠Taehyung hears a crack when he lips and falls on his knees and the sharp glass piercing through him hurts, he wants to scream at the top of his lungs like a crazy person, but he canât bring himself to, it doesnât hurt.
His right eye opens and Taehyung wonders when did he close them, he canât open the left one no matter how hard he tries, something warm and sweet runs down his face very generously and aside from the storm outside, he can hear water running, inside. His head hurt, or at least he thinks so, he can feel some of it, just slightly at first, then it becomes unbearable and excruciating. His body is giving up on him as if those strings has been cut now, but now thereâs someone holding him safely, a pair of protective arms had wrapped themselves around him, theyâre trembling but strong. When, finally, darkness comes again, itâs welcomed. Just darkness and quietness, like a peaceful slumber.
Thereâs nothing but darkness, however, Taehyung feels light brushing on his eyelids, so it might be day time still. He canât really tell where he is, although he tries, there;s nothing Taehyung can think of clearly, everything is messed up. It feels familiar, but something is still off. Something cold is pressed against his skin and something runs down his skin, is he crying? Why is he crying?
 Taehyung takes a deep breath and recognizes that delicious aroma, he feels hungry, but also nauseated, he tries opening his eyes and raising his head, but it feels heavy. The pillow seems to absorb some of the pain when he lays his head back down again as he slowly starts to feel somewhat conscious again. It takes him some time to get used to the light in the room, itâs quite uncomfortable for someone whoâs been sleeping, Taehyung smoothed his hand over the sheets, comfortable and warm, he doesnât feel like waking up or standing up for that matter, maybe he has a job later, but this feels like too much of a dream, too good to just waste it.
Taehyung remembers why heâs laying down when he starts coughing again and he closes his teary eyes as he feels someone touching his hand, the person is too cold to the touch and Taehyung shivers, he opens his eyes again when e hears someone speaking, but it sounds distant and he canât make out what theyâre saying at first, his blurry view doesnât help either.
     - You should just rest.
Taehyung hears a gentle voice of a woman, he closes and opens his eyes again, trying to see who it is, but it only makes him feel drowsy. Whatever was pressed against his skin is taken away, he hears water running and when it stops, something cold is pressed on his forehead. Taehyung doesnât know when he closed his eye, but when he opens it sheâs leaning over him.
     - MâMom? - His voice is weak and his throat hurts. â Mom?
She doesnât reply. Taehyungâs arm feels heavy and numb as he weakly tries to reach up for her hand when she seats back. Her hand is soft and cold and sheâs trembling, or is it him?
     - Iâpromise⌠- Taehyung licks his lips, the dryness in them makes them stick together when he tries to speak. - Iâll protect you. - He manages to say it weakly, his throat hurts, his voice is a little more than a weak, hoarse whisper.
The more he tries to focus on her face, the more Taehyung feels tired, his eyelids becomes too heavy, but itâs been so long, he misses her so much, he wants to look at her at least once. Although has always been here, it scares him not to see her now. Her voice is serene and soothing, but he canât understand what she is talking, droplets runs down his face, but heâs not crying. Taehyung manages her image wavering before his eyes, blurry and uncertain. Taehyung doesnât know when he closed his eyes, but when he opens again, itâs not his mother sitting there beside him, itâs her.
Against all he tries, Taehyung falls asleep without realizing, allowing his silent nightmares comes and goes in gore-some colors and forms, he canât distinguish any of them. While heâs there reality is left somewhere he canât reach out to, itâs something familiar, Taehyungâs been here so many times before that other than searching the patterns of everything thatâll lead him to the right place, he just recognizes as it happens.
Taehyung knows this isnât real, itâs all happening inside his head. Stepping into this welcoming gruesome nothingness feels real even though itâs a dream and once the shadows and dull outlines start to form before him a strangely familiar landscape, Taehyung then let go of himself. Well, a part of him, the part that looks upon this as if itâs a dream, the part that would remember, the part that would be frightened, the oblivious and innocent Taehyung canât go anywhere further.
The last thing he ever remembers is fear sipping through his skin but forgotten easily because heâs confident and a the corners of his lips are pulled sharply upwards in a wicked and mischievous smile that is never his. Thereâs nowhere to see his reflection on, but he knows heâs seen himself mirrored in his own eyes, itâs all him, but feels like someone else. Someone who licks his teeth and stands proudly upwards in a way heâd never, facing the danger that fears him because it should. Taehyungâs eyes are wide open, but canât see a thing, however, he knows that this other part of him is admiring this world presented only to him, shaped perfectly for him to reign on.
     Taehyung canât recall how he came to bed. Pushing himself with his forearm and hands, he sits up and something slides down from his forehead and onto his lap and thatâs when he realizes whyâs so warm. He recalls he fixed the engine this morning and yet heâs covered by various of his blankets, maybe all of the ones he owns. Taehyung looks at the wet towel that has been carefully fold and canât tell when he took the time to do this.Â
His whole body feels sore, his throat too but not as bad as before, he notices. Taehyung sees his phone near his pillow and reaches for it. Itâs past midnight, which means, he probably already lost two jobs, a regretful sigh comes out involuntarily as he places the phone down, to rub his eyelids in distress before pushing all those blankets aside. Taehyung gets on his knees before standing up and sees, beside his bed, the medicine he bought earlier, some of them already used, although he doesnât recall taking them. He sees the thermometer as well and checks his temperature, thirty-five Celsius, heâs safe.
Taehyung does feel tired, but much better, maybe if he sleeps some more heâd feel even better, but he remembers something about dreaming with food and the smell stuck with him, as strange as may sound, his stomach seems to remember it too and Taehyung understands as it grumbles loudly. On his way to the kitchen Taehyung glances at the front door, he blames the fever for blacking out all the memories of him walking in the house in the first place, but maybe it has gone too far, or at least he thinks so when he sees the homemade food poorly covered with one of his old kitchen towels sitting on the counter beside the sink and he sees a note next to it.
âI apologize for invading your house. I found you unconscious on your doorway, you had a high fever. I tried my best to make you feel better and used the medicine you have with you. I read through the pharmacistâs prescription and noted the times you took the medicine on the back of this note. I also prepared you something to eat, itâs best if you heat before eating it.
 Once again, Iâm sorry for intruding. A neighbor.â
Taehyung flips the note and there it is, the description of when and which medicine he took, himself wouldnât be so through with it. When he lifts the towel, although the food is cold, he can smell the how good the food might just be. Homemade food is something Taehyung havenât had in a very long time, but he doesnât debate over that because his stomach is again complaining as best as it can until heâs eating. Washing the dishes Taehyung looks for a name in them because theyâre not his, but thereâs nothing that identifies the owner.
âA neighborâ, the note said, but there really isnât anyone whoâd help him. She does come to his mind, the only person in the building that acknowledges him, but from that to helping him is quite a long way in her situation. It could get her in trouble and would she risk herself for him? Taehyung looks at the light bulb, but itâs untouched and his wallet is still in his pocket. Honestly, he doesnât like the thought of having someone there with him without him knowing.
Not knowing who helped him means he canât give it the dishes back, so he doesnât bother drying them and locks the front door, just in case before going back to his bedroom. Now that he feels better, he doesnât feel like sleeping again, but there isnât anything else he can do. Taehyungâs not used to stay in and do nothing, he doesnât even remember the last time he stayed in the apartment for more than an hour, maximum, while awake without looking forward to some job. What does a normal person do when staying in?
Itâs unsettling to sit there, not having anywhere to go, nothing to do. Taehyung moves to the TV room with a couple of blankets and his pillow, he tries watching something, sitting back on his pillow and resting his back resting against the wall while the TV plays something by itself he doesnât pay much attention to. Taehyung does try to get into whatever program it is at some point, but it all just seem like a fabricated and uninteresting absurd, he doesnât even bother turning the sound on.
The people on the screen smile easily, apparently playing with each other, a group of girls act cute towards the camera, taking turns and people just swoon over them. Taehyung just canât understand, thatâs all obviously too forced and staged, he doesnât know how people can possibly like something so untrue. That note in his hand, with a bad hand-writing is far more interesting and Taehyung tries to picture her writing this, the very idea of someone taking care of him seems untrue as well, practically laughable. His phone buzzes beside him and he reaches for it to read the message.
âPier. 3AMâ
Taehyung checks checked the time on the phoneâs screen, excited to finally have someone to do. He turns off the TV and takes his pillow and blankets back to the bedroom and puts it all away, rightfully stored before swallowing dry one of the medicines as a prevention before going out. He understand heâs not all better, but staying might make him get worse. The warm shower cheers him up a little and washes away the remaining of the fever and dirtiness from working in that basement, it all still sticks to his body.
When Taehyung leaves the apartment, he wraps the dishes and utensils in a plastic bag and leaves at his doorstep. Might not be the best idea, but since he doesnât know who it came from⌠And even if it was from her, he canât just give it back. He debates with himself, but ends up leaving a note with a simple âThank youâ written on it.
The whole buildingâs dark and silent, so the sounds of the door unlocking behind his back makes him stop on his track and his shoes squeaks loudly on the wet floor when he turns around to find her looking at him like a scaredy-cat. Her eyes are open wide, staring at him as she takes half a step back, not being brave enough to go any further back nor forward either, she stands there. She seems lost in what sheâs doing, looking for his eyes that are hidden by his hoodie and the hair falling on his forehead.
She hesitates a lot, she re-does her actions, Taehyung looks down to see her holding a plastic bag tightly wrapped around something that Taehyung can tell just by the look that is that same lunch box that was left for him before. Her hand is trembling and so is the lunchbox in her hand, a small cloud blocks the moon, darkening the night and poor light provided by the flickering light bulbs here and there cast awkward shadows around them. She looks down and hesitates before taking the bag Taehyung left on his doorstep, leaving the one she was holding until then instead. Taehyung sees when she glances up at him before turning her back without saying anything and reaches out for the doorknob of her apartment.
     - Thank you! â His deep voice is just what normally is, his throat doesnât hurt when he speaks anymore.
She doesnât reply nor looks back at him, just turns the doorknob and pushes the door, and before he realizes, Taehyungâs alone again. The cloud that has been blocking the moon fades away and the pale light bathes the building again, Taehyung leans down and takes the plastic bag she left and is not surprised when he peeks inside and sees that same lunchbox, itâs rather heavy and he looks up at her door, his heart trips on itself and slams against his chest in a rather different way. Taehyung turns around and leaves, the lunch box wrapped around a plastic bag secured hanging from his wrist, exposed to the cold while his hands are typically curled inside the pocket of his hoodie.
â˝ Chapter I - A New Bitter Day | Chapter III - Alibi âž
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