It started back then, when they were in kindergarten. Byun Baekhyun was always a silent child. Very timid but eitherway, he had a good heart. His timid personality and small stature always made him a good target. Especially for Park Chanyeol and his gang. "Hey there shrimp," Baekhyun was sitting under a tree one day reading a book when suddenly Chanyeol came up to him.

"What are you reading?" he snatched the book off him and immediately ripped it to shreds laughing as he threw the remains at Baekhyun and ran away. Of course, this made Baekhyun cry, that was his favourite book his deceased grandparents gave to him. It was like a family memento and Baekhyun cried. His families words were in there, their history and everything. But because he was so shy, he couldn't do anything but cry. He came back to class with red puffy eyes. Chanyeol noticed and smirked telling his friends. They laughed too. Baekhyun took his seat far away from Chanyeol. Today they were going to make cards for their mothers and fathers. Why? Because the teacher said so. Baekhyun quietly made his card drawing stickmen on the front. Another quiet boy sat opposite him. His owl like eyes kept staring at Baekhyun.

"Stop looking at me."

"I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at your card." the owl eyes boy said. Baekhyun just shrugged his shoulders. He didn't want to talk to the owl boy or anyone... Halfway through the activity, Chanyeol and his gang walked over with glue and small cut outs. They grinned evilly as the came up behind Baekhyun, the smaller boy not noticing their presence. They snickered as they opened the lid of the glue and poured it all over Baekhyun then pouring the jar of cut out on him too. He didn't make a noise. Chanyeol and Sehun thought this weird.

"Aren't you gonna cry, shrimp?" Chanyeol said kicking the small boy lightly. There was no reaction from the now sticky boy. Chanyeol pouted and before he could do anything else, the teacher sighted them.

"Chanyeol! Sehun! What have you two done?" she gasped as she ran over. All heads turned to watch the scene. "Baekhyun, sweetie are you okay?" miss Min said holding the smaller boy's shoulder. And that's when Sehun and Chanyeol heard a sniff and then a sob and then it turned into full on crying.

"Aww, sweetie, it's okay, let's get you cleaned up," Miss Min said pulling Baekhyun to the bathroom. Chanyeol and Sehun watched grinning. They high fived each other. "That wasn't funny!" the owl boy from before said. "You hurt him!"

"It was funny, everyone laughed." Chanyeol said. "And you be quiet. Do you want to end up like that too Kyungsoo?" Woth that, the owl eyed boy, Kyungsoo silenced himself... For Beakhyun, kindergarten was hell. But compared to what happened later on, it was heaven...

When he was thirteen, Baekhyun suffered more. He tried to enroll to a different school from Chanyeol but of course he had to go to a school near his home due to family reasons. And Chanyeol attended that school too. His Dad passed away before he was born and now his mother was ill, very very ill. And his older brother was always occupied with work, trying to earn enough to pay for their mother's treatment...

And Chanyeol just made life harder for Baekhyun. Everyday he'd do something to Baekhyun. Everyday, he'd hurt him, physically, emotionally or mentally. And broke him. But Baekhyun had to stay strong, strong for his family...

"Shrimp!" the tall boy called.

"What do you want?" Baekhyun said. Yes he was still a little shy but he did gain some confidence.

"Nothing much, I'm just bored and stressed." the tall boy said. "I need to get rid of all this stress,"

Baekhyun knew that after this, he'd have bruises all over him. And he did. Chanyeol used him as a punching bag leaving him all bloody and bruised on the floor. He grinned as he stared down at the small boy.

"Good boy Baekkie," Chanyeol bent down and the passed out boy's hair. "Good boy,"

And then that day came. That day he wished would never come. He stared at the photo of his mother. The rain was falling hard. The sky was crying. And so was he. And every other person clad in black in the funeral. That was it. There would be no more love in his world. His mother's was his last piece of hope. And now it was gone. Baekhyun's world was now forever grey.

"Eomma..." he sniffed...

But one thing he didn't know was that their was a pair of eyes on him throughout the whole funeral. A pair of eyes full of love and hurt...

The next day, Baekhyun woke in his bedroom. He didn't remember falling asleep. He got up and went downtairs to greet his mum. He went into the kitchen.

"Morning mum-" and then it hit him. She was no longer here... Instead his older brother was there cooking breakfast.

"Hey little bro,"

"... Mm." he hummed in reply.

"Go check the mail box will you," although his brother was trying really hard to be strong for him, Baekhyun could here the pain behind his voice. So he pretended. Pretended to be okay for the sake of his brother's efforts. He went and got the mail. And he noticed a package for him. He furrowed his brows as he placed the evelopes on the table and took the package up to his room. He ripped it open to see a phone. He was confused. Who sent it? There was no name on the label. Baekhyun noticed that the phone was already used, he switched it on flipping through everything. He came to the contacts last and then saw an unknown number there called:

Comfort

He tilted his head and then suddenly a message popped up from the only contact on the phone. He jumped back surprised But then opened the message.

Byun Baekhyun right? Did you get this yet? I'm certain you did. Anyway, let me introduce myself. I'm comfort. I know what happened. I'm sorry. But hey, it's okay. I'll always be here to listen to your problems. I'll be like a punching bag for you. So type all your worries here, let them all out! ^^

Baekhyun re-read the message again before typing.

Who the are you?

And then:

I'm comfort. I'll help you, trust me.

But Baekhyun wasn't as stupid to trust this.

Get lost. I don't know you. off...

"Baekhyun! Breakfast's ready come downstairs!" Baekhyun threw the phone under his pillow and kicked the packaging under his bed before running down to have breakfast. "Coming..." Baekhyun muttered as he ran down the stairs... Little did he know that this would be a turning point in his life. His grey world... Would it still be grey? Or will colour return?

 After Breakfast, Baekhyun ran up to his room slamming the door shut unintentionally. His mind and body still couldn't accept the fact that his mother was dead. He took the week off school. Who wouldn't when their mum just passed? At least he had a week away from Park Chanyeol...

He fell onto his soft mattress, his head falling onto the pillow feeling the device under it. But he discarded it. Instead he crawled up into a little ball and cried.

"Eomma... Eomma..." he sniffed. "Eomma..."

He kept repeating the words as he cried. From the other side of the door, his brother heard everything. He leaned his back on the door and slid down to sit on the floor holding his arm to his eyes as he too, broke down into silent cries.

But he couldn't let Baekhyun see him like this, so weak. He had to stay strong for himself and Baekhyun to show Baekhyun that there was still hope.

Baekhyun had a big heart, he couldn't hurt anyone or anything, even a petal he couldn't harm. His heart was pure and innocent. But now it started to shrink, fearing the world and hiding behind thick walls which continued to grow thicker and thicker...

After what seemed like hours, Baekhyun calmed down and whimpered. The pain was still there, still the same. Nothing decreased.

'Crying isn't a sign of weakness, it's an act of relief,'

That was what Baekhyun was tought.

Well that. It didn't even work. Baekhyun thought as he decided to sleep it off...

After a few hours of twisting and turning Baekhyun finally accepted defeat and sat up since sleep didn't want to claim him yet. He groaned and then decided to flip through the phone. He saw a lot of messages from the 'comfort' person.

Baekhyun, trust me, I'll be the ears you need when you need to rant, I'll be the arms to embrace you when you're hurt, I'll be there for you...

Baekhyun? Baekhyun will you trust me?

Baekhyun... I'm sorry for the loss. If I could then I'd come and hug you, make the pain go away...

Baekhyun... 

Baekhyun?

Baek... I can call you that right? It's easier to type that Baekhyun. ;)

Baekhyun couldn't help but smile a little. At least him mind will be occupied with this 'comfort' person around. So he texted back.

Baek is fine. Wait, how do you know my name anyway? tch! stalker... :D I still don't trust you though so don't get your hope high stalker... :P

There was a reply straight away.

Great! At least you trust me enough to talk to me. :) your name... Let's just say I have my ways of knowing ^^ Anyway, tell me what's on your mind right now...

Baekhyun smile grew a little wider.

Aishh stalker, you're freaky. I still don't trust you... But... Well... My instincts tell me that telling you is okay so... Umm there are a few things on my mind. Well just yesterday my... Mum passed... And I don't want to live anymore... It's like... All the colour is gone. All I see is grey and I feel I don't want to go out and approach the world anymore. The other thing that's bothering me is a guy, in my class who treats me as a punching bag. His name's Park Chanyeol. I honestly want him to stop. He doesn't know what I'm going through right now and he just beats me up for the fun of it. I'm sick stalker, I'm sick of it. I want it to stop. :'(

There was a long pause before the reply came.

About your mother Baek, I feel useless right now, but keep believing, there are people around you who can help you overcome it. Stay strong, there will always be someone there for you, someone to embrace you. Colour will return slowly Baek. I'm certain about it. The world isn't a bad place Baek. And about that guy... If I could, I would beat him up the way he did to you. I'd make him feel the same pain or even worse. I think Baek, find someone. Someone that will help you when that guy approaches you. Just... Smile Baek, smile...

And he did. Baekhyun smiled, not a fake one, but a real smile.

Maybe... Just maybe I could put my trust in this stalker...

"Baek? Are you awake?" it was his brother. He pushed the phone under the pillow before getting up and opening the door.

"Hyung." Baekhyun greeted. "What's wrong?"

"I just wanted to see if you were okay," 

"I'm okay," 

"O-oh... Is that so? Then... I'll go..." he noticed the awkwardness in his hyung's voice. He sighed.

"Hyung," he called. The elder looked up. "Come in,"

"Baek... I'm finding it hard to sleep."

"Me too,"

"... Want to cuddle like the old times?" 

Normally Baekhyun would say no but today, he needed the comfort, as well as his hyung. So he answered. "Okay..."

They curled up in the bed holding each other and within minutes... They were both sound asleep...

A week later it was time for Baekhyun to go back to school and face the world again. 

Face Park Chanyeol again...

Baekhyun walked to school after bidding his brother farewell. He entered the school and weaved his way into class where he was greeted with a few people.

"Baek where have you been?"

"I'm really sorry about your loss Baekhyun,"

"Baek are you okay?"

"Hyunnie-"

"Baek-"

"Baekkie."

Of all the small nik-names, 'Baekkie' was the one he feared. He gulped and slowly turned to face Chanyeol. There was a smirk on the taller's face and the shorter gulped.

"Where have you been?" he said walking closer. The smaller boy stepped away. "There's a week worth of stress to be dealt with Baekkie,"

He grinned as the small boy's back hit the wall. Chanyeol leaned in to his ear.

"Prepare yourself," he bit Baekhyun's ear harshly before walking away. Baekhyun let out a breath of relief and held his ear. He didn't expect that from the taller, but then again, Chanyeol always had something up his sleeve each time...

After their second class was over Baekhyun packed his things hurriedly to get away from Chanyeol before he could do something to him. But of course, the taller came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Baekhyun's waist resting his head on his shoulder.

"Baekkie..." he whispered. Baekhyun tensed and stopped packing his things.

Too close... Chanyeol was too close to him. He held his breath.

There were whispers.

"Are they together?"

"Gay?"

"No way, eww,"

Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol from the corner of his eye.

"D-doesn't it b-bother you?"

"What?" 

"The comments..."

"Nope." he smirked as he tightened his grip on Baekhyun. "Anyway, come with me... You need to take my stress away..."

"I..." Baekhyun didn't dare finish his sentence. He sighed pulling away from Chanyeol and packed his things following the other out of the class.

"Gay!" someone shouted as they passed.

"Eww what if they're going to... You know... Do it...?"

"They're thirteen idiot."

"So? I know a few who have done it."

"Well that's just messed."

"Whatever,"

There was a slight shade of red spreading on Baekhyun's face as he listened to the conversations.

"Ch-Chanyeol..." he mumbled...

Chanyeol didn't speak. But when they were in a quiet corridor, he stopped walking abruptly making the other bumb into him.

"What they said..." he said. "Do you think it'll happen?"

"W-what?" Baekhyun was getting scared... Really scared.

"Do you think..." he turned around to face Baekhyun. He smirked as he pinned him to the wall hard. "I'll you?"

"Ch... An... Yeol..." tears streamed down his eyes. "Please stop..."

"You didn't answer the question." he ed the top two buttons of Baekhyun's shirt. "Do you think I'll you?"

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "No!"

It wasn't meant to come out as a scream, but it just did. Chanyeol smacked him hard.

"Quiet, ," he said. He ed another few buttons revealing Baekhyun's collar bone.

"Don't do this... Please..."

"But this is me getting rid of a weeks worth of stress..." Chanyeol held onto Baekhyun's shoulder, keeping him pinned on the wall while he began biting his collar bone. Baekhyun screamed out.

"No one will hear you Baekkie," Chanyeol smirked. "So shut it,"

He carried on, biting, on Baekhyun's neck.

He felt disgusting. Tainted. Tears fell down his face.

Pain...

You were always meant to be a toy...

You were meant to suffer...

You're weak. Useless.

Baekhyun shook his head.

No...

Stop...

Shut up...

He could feel the blood boil in him and the anger rise.

You couldn't even save your mother.

Before Chanyeol could fully his shirt, Baekhyun finally had enough and slapped him on the face making the taller stumbled back. He realised what he just did and his eyes grew wide.

"..." Baekhyun didn't know what to do so he just ran away.

Tears fell down his face as he ran. And then he ended up at a tree. He huffed as he fell down onto the ground beneath it. He rummaged through his blazer pockets looking for that one thing. The phone.

He wrote to 'comfort'

Stalker... Help me... I... I need help. Please. It's that Park Chanyeol guy again. He... He almost... me. He bit my neck, it hurts... It hurts so much. Some of the bite marks are bleeding. Help me , help me please...

the screen was wet. Baekhyun looked up at the sky.

Rain.

It's always rain and clouds.

Ever since that...

A reply came after.

Baek... Clean your wound first. Don't let it get infected. I'd say to stay away from him. But you have to show him... Show him that you're happy and that even if he hurts you, you won't break. You're strong Baek, I believe you. As long as you have someone with you, you'll survive.

After a few minutes Baekhyin typed.

I'm scared stalker... I'm really scared... I'm scared of him. I want him gone. I want him to disappear. Why can't he just realise that I have other problems to deal with. I'm already broken... I'm broken stalker... Broken things are useless... I'm useless... I...

Baekhyun couldn't finish typing. His trembling fingers stopped after pressing the send button. There was someone looming over him. He looked up.

"Chanyeol..." he whispered.

"You slapped me really hard back there, ," Chanyeol sat down beside him. "And the week's worth of stress isn't gone."

Baekhyun put the phone away and stared off into space. He didn't make eye contact with the other, he couldn't.

"Maybe if I take something from you..." he stared into Baekhyuns eye now shifting his position so that he was in front of the other. "I'll be satisfied..."

"W... What do you want?" Baekhyun said looking down at his lap.

"Hmm... Actually no," he grinned taking sonething out of his bag. A colourless liquid. "I want you to drink this instea-"

Baekhyun snatched the small bottle and drained all of its contents before Chanyeol can finish his sentence. Chanyeol's eyes grew wide.

"There I drank it now leave me alo-" Baekhyun started to cough violently.

"Oh my... You idiot I didn't actually mean it!" Chanyeol started to panic. "That was hydrochloric acid you just had!"

"Aa-ah..." Baekhyun could feel his insides burning.

"Oh my gosh... What concentration is this?" Chanyeol said looking at the bottle. His eyes widened.

". Not good... Not good not good not good..." he stood up. "You stay right there, I'll get the school nur- Oh for s sake I'll just carry you there."

He picked up the smaller boy easily. "You're so light. What the hell!"

He ran to the schools infirmary placing the boy on the bed.

"What happened here?" The nurse said.

"He drank hydrochloric acid!" 

"What! Why?"

"I... Uh... I don't know, I just found the bottle on the floor with him lying beside it."

Lie. That was a lie. Baekhyun wanted to say but his throat didn't obey him.

"Oh my..." the nurse checked Baekhyun. "This is bad. We have to get him to the hospital."

Baekhyun stared at a guilty Chanyeol with lifeless eyes.

Are you satisfied now, Park Chanyeol?

A/n: Please don't kill me. I know Baekkies half dead but don't worry. Great so far? Expect some typos guys. thanks ^^