Chanyeol stares forlornly at Baekhyun's back.

The other is staring far out of the window, at the sea of flowers that wave and bend according to the wind.

Spring.

It really is his favourite season.

But it doesn't mean anything if his lover isn't talking to him. Chanyeol sighs and flops down on the table, arms crossed in front of his face as he continues looking up at Baekhyun. 

Chanyeol can see that Baekhyun's shoulders are trembling now. It hurts, so badly, knowing that he is the one causing Baekhyun to cry. Baekhyun never cries. This time, he's really done it.

Lifting up a hand, he traces out the shape of the shorter in  air, the dismal view of Baekhyun’s back a stark contrast to the bright sunlight from out the window . Every curve and dip, every line, up and down; Chanyeol knows it all, like the back of his hand. 

But he can't even utter out a single word out right now, even though he knows the most important phrase at the moment is so very simple:

I'm Sorry. 

But there's no voice accompanying his attempt.

He coughs, disturbing the serenity of the room. Harshly and hurriedly, he tries to stuff it down.

Baekhyun turns around, shocked that someone was there. Chanyeol notices with a sinking heart that Baekhyun still has tear streaks down his face.

Baekhyun, upon noticing that the intruder of his ‘quiet-time-with-mopey-Baekhyun’ is in fact Chanyeol, narrows his eyes angrily before fixing them  into a soul-burning heart-piercing laser beam-throwing glare.

Go away.

How dare you follow me!

No words were exchanged but his gaze said it all. Chanyeol shrinks back, shocked by the hostility.  Then again, he really should've expected it. 

Baekhyun continues with  his glare as he slowly walks away from the window and shifts his gaze to the guitar leaning on  the kitchen's side wall. Chanyeol lifts his head up from the table, and when he sees what Baekhyun is staring at, his breath hitches. 

Not the guitar...

Because Baekhyun is staring at it, turning his back once again to  Chanyeol, and he can't see what Baekhyun is doing. 

He panics. 

But what can he do? If he goes forward to try and get a glimpse of  Baekhyun’s expression, Baekhyun might get even angrier and...destroy the guitar.

The thought has him shuddering.

But...

Chanyeol fidgets with his hands, rubbing them together, softly hitting  the table; they just won't keep still because he's nervous as hell.

The thing is, Chanyeol really loves that guitar. He also really loves Baekhyun. If it would make Baekhyun feel better if he does…. things to the guitar, then he would let him. 

But his heart is still wrenches at the thought of his precious guitar smashed to smithereens.

"...Baekhyun?" At last, he manages to squeeze out some sounds, albeit the obvious tremble of fear in them..

Because an angry Baekhyun is a scary Baekhyun.

Baekhyun doesn't reply, nor does he even show any sign or acknowledgement that he's heard Chanyeol.. 

Ahh... Chanyeol really dislikes the cold treatment.

He gets off the chair and slowly pads sid