BAEKHYUN’S POV

No, she can’t be back just like that. She can’t.

I know I may be paranoid, but I don’t know if she’s really okay. I don’t know what her reason is.

“I heard about it.” Suho burst in the door, silently closing it behind him. He looked at me knowingly and sighed.
“Kris told you.” I exhaled, letting out the emotions I was feeling.

Suho nodded and sat beside me, his weight pressed on my bed. “I thought… she’s under treatment.”

“I don’t know too, Joonmyun.”

Silence overpowered for a few minutes.

“What if she’s not cured, and she hurts Minhee?” I whispered, my heart hammering with fear. I love Minhee the most, and imagining her hurt stabs me.

Suho closed his eyes, contemplating. “Don’t say that. She won’t. Minhee will always be fine.”

 

NARRATOR

FLASHBACK

“Oppa, you’ll always be my friend right?” She chimed. Baekhyun nodded while holding on to his backpack. His legs were aching from the physical test he had on school.

“Jeongmal?(really?)” She grinned, prancing down the road. Baekhyun nodded again.

“Yes Yura.” He answered, little creases forming on his forehead. His legs were taking up his entire mood.

Yura stopped on her tracks and frowned upon seeing Baekhyun’s expression. “You’re bluffing, aren’t you? You’re not going to be my friend forever?”

“What? N..no. Yura, my—“

“You’ll leave me just like my parents! You’ll abandon me too!” She shouted, angry tears streaming down her face.  Baekhyun looked around at the people watching them. He bit his lip in frustration.

“Yura, that’s not what I meant. Listen to me—“

“You. Lied. To. Me.” She seethed, her fists curled.

Baekhyun felt anger rise to him too. Yura was overreacting, and he didn’t like it at all. People were starting to watch them, and he hated the attention. Especially when a girl is accusing him of lying, something he would never do.

“Can you get a hold of yourself? Your overreacting Yura, for goodness sake!” He raked his hair in frustration, not knowing what to do. Instead, Yura ran away from him, disappearing just like that.

End of flashback

“I never knew she was obsessed, Joonmyun.”

“I know, not until you stumbled on her room filled with your pictures. She even kept you tissues, locks of your hair and stuff.”

Baekhyun closed his eyes, remembering everything, How Yura befriended him at chool. How he got pulled to her cheerful attitude, her smile. She was a good friend to him, nothing else. But Yura got overly attached as time passed by, and Baekhyun felt like he was suffocating from the friendship. Yura grew more clingy, and it came to a point where she acted differently.

“Do you think I did the right thing before?”

Suho looked at Baekhyun with worry. “Yes, you did. We’ve told you countless time. You did the right thing.”

FLASHBACK

Baekhyun stopped running and leaned on the wall for a while, catching his breath. Sweat streamed down his face, and his shirt was sticking on to his body because of the sweat.

He looked at Yura’s house with curiosity. Ever since they became friends, Yura never invited him in. She kept her house off limits to every person she met.

“I just need to talk to her. Sort things out.” Baekhyun nodded at himself.

He entered slowly and sneaked in. It was neat, organized. Piles of books lay on the corner, plates and utensils shone on the kitchen. It was a cozy place.

“Yura.” He called out, but no response. He moved silently through the rows of doors, and stopped at a certain door slightly ajar. It was dark inside, he could tell.

“Yura.” He called out again, but no response came again. He sighed entering the room. Total darkness blinded him, as his hands d the wall for the switch.

“Are there no windows here?” He muttered, annoyed.

Finally, he felt the switch on his slender fingers. With a click, light surrounded the place, revealing the room.

Baekhyun stopped breathing for a second with what he saw.

The walls were filled with pictures, his pictures. Him smiling, stolen and candid shots. A string was tied on the walls, where pictures of him was also hung.
On the bed was a box, where different sizes of ziplocks were arranged. Locks of hair, tissues, candy wrappers, tickets and such. He felt his body tense as he recognized everything. Everything related to him. The wrappers of the food he ate, tissues he used, locks of his hair, movie tickets he purchased and many More.

“What the hell?” He muttered, blinking. He woke up from his gaze when his phone vibrated on his pocket.

“Hyung!” Sehun wailed on the other line.

“Sehun-ah, wae?”

“Yura. She came here a while ago and threatened us. Telling us to leave you if we want our lives to be saved. I tell you, she looked creepy.”

Baekhyun’s eye twitched with what he heard. “I’ll be there.”

Baekhyun’s chest pounded as he ran outside the house, feeling fear and worry. Yura was going overboard. He prayed for his friends’ safety.

He stopped on his tracks when Yura appeared in front of him, smiling. “Oppa, where are you headed to? You look tired.” She smiled.

“I… have practice.” He stuttered, composing himself.

“Can you accompany me to the bookstore? I think I need a new physics book.” She pouted, tugging on Baekhyun’s wet shirt. His heart skipped a beat.

“Where have you been, Yura?”

Yura bit her lip and smiled. “I… I came from… school. Right, I just finished my book report and passed it to Mrs. Song.”

“Didn’t we have an argument yesterday?” Baekhyun kept inquiring.

Yura smiled sheepishly. “Let’s forget that Oppa. I know you’ll always be there for me.”

“What if I leave you?” He continued, testing her sanity.

Yura looked at him with hard eyes. “What? No! You’re not leaving. When you’re gone, surely my life would also be gone.” She whispered, making Baekhyun feel chills on his spine.

End of flashback

“And the next day you found her with a wound on her wrist, right?” Suho asked, remembering the story. Baekhyun nodded.

“Don’t worry, you did the right thing. Sending her to the mental hospital was the right thing.”

*I hope it was. I hope she’s cured.* 

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another update for you guys ^^

just a short chap introducing who Yura is.