Who cares about my emotions
You can play with me until you’re sick of me
You can break me if that’s what you want
Because I’m a toy, toy... How much he wanted to run to her, hold her, aid her. He could not, it was not his place to do, he always had to be the one watching from afar. How his heart burnt whenever she cried. The marks on her body were visible... only if someone would see. They were blind, no scratch that they decided-chose to turn blind. Only if she could see how much he had to bear as well. Only if she'd look at him the way she looked at that 'man'. No matter how much he'd want her to, she would never look at him, consider his feelings. She liked to play until she could not. She liked to break him because she could, and this was all because of the fact that he was a toy...her toy. 

"Hyung?" The maknae called, placing his hand cautiously on Baekhyun's shoulder that felt so weak. No one could understand the pain he was in, how he controlled himself. He hated it, he hated that she hated him. It was getting to the point that he was beggining to hate himself, blame himself. She ruined him.

When I’m no longer useful you would secretly throw me away
Please Subscribe to read the full chapter