After a few hours of flipping and turning on the bed, it was finally daytime. You looked into the mirror and saw a broken person. She had swollen eyes, mascara smudged around her eyes, a face pale and a pair of soulless eyes. You reached for your phone on the side table. 

 

"New Message from Baek" Your heart sank when you realised it wasn't from Chanyeol, no missed calls from him either. You swiped the screen with your thumb, mustering all the energy that was left in you. "You okay? Call me when you can talk." You let a small pathetic laugh. Okay? When will I ever be okay.    Throughout the day, you shut yourself from the world. You took insomnia pills and forced yourself to sleep. You were too aggrieved to even think about anything. Whenever you woke up from your slumber, your heart would clench as you remember the break up. You didn't want to face the reality, so you continued sleeping.    2 days later, you felt so horrible you could die. Your stomach was churning so badly from the gastric pain, your lips cracked from the dehydration. But all the physical pain couldn't compare with the heartache.    You used what's left in you to dial Baekhyun. "Hello????" He picked up after 1 ring. "Help..." You managed to mumble before blacking out.    "You're so foolish." You heard a distant voice. Your heart clenched from the disappointment when you saw that it wasn't Chanyeol. You felt much better, physically. "How are you feeling?" Baekhyun asked as he came over to the bed. You saw hurt in his eyes. The breakup came to your mind once again, pulling on your heart strings. You faked a smile with hot tears racing down your cheeks. He rubbed your cheeks with both his thumbs and brought you to his embrace. "You're too foolish. It's just a breakup... You don't have to torture yourself like that." He sighed. Just a breakup? Baekhyun knew how much you loved Chanyeol and so you wondered why he would make such a foolish comment.    He held you by the waist and brought you up to sit, lying against the head of the bed. He left the room and returned with a bowl of porridge. He fed you scoop by scoop while your tears rolled down into the bowl. "You're gonna end up drinking your