[CONTENTID3]                ONE[/CONTENTID3] [CONTENTID2]  "I think I'm mental." [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID1]

Baekhyun stared at the window of the house across the street. The sun's reflection was round and blinding on the piece of glass, and it glowed with such brightness that made people look away from it instantly. Yet Baekhyun held his gaze.

Maybe the harder he looked, the sooner he would find his peace.

He didn't expect anything to be able to take him down, but the further he went, the more frustrated he got. And he felt an pressuring tic-toc from every single clock he passed by, he knew he would eventually give in.

And this feeling never ceased haunting him.

"Jongdae," Baekhyun sat down quietly beside his boyfriend, "Jongdae, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes of course." Jongdae raised an eyebrow at him, "what is it?"

"Do you think... that..." Baekhyun stopped, contemplating his words of choice. "I don't know how to say this."

Softly, Jongdae lay his hand on top of Baekhyun's shoulder, "Baek, you don't have to pick your words with me. You know that."

"I do, I do. It's just-" He shook his head in defeat, "I just-"

He hung his head and sighed, "Please don't hate me."

Jongdae's eyes widened. "Baek?"

"I have this question... so..." Baekhyun swallowed once, "Is it wrong to feel tired?"

"Of what?"

He swallowed twice. "Everything."

"I think I'm mental."

Feb. 14/2013                      (Baekhyun)

I don't know why, but I'm feeling so tired these days. Somehow I couldn't focus on whatever I'm