Baekhyun sighed and put his phone in his pocket before heading back inside. "There you are!" Xiumin bounced over to him and, grabbing his hand, dragged him over to sit down with the others. "It's about damn time! Lucky for you, we saved you some, yah?" Chanyeol said, passing him a box of fried chicken and a side of rice. "Thanks, but i'm not really hungry. I'll just have some water." he stood up and made his way to the small kitchen at the back, grabbing a cold bottle from the mini fridge. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip. He couldn't stop thinking about Vicky. Those bruises. He balled his free hand up into a fist and struck the counter top. "!" he yelled out, half from pain, half frustration. "Want to tell me what's going on Baek?" he spun around to find Chanyeol standing in the doorway, a look of concern on his face. Chanyeol walked towards him and took hold of his hand. His knuckles were bleeding so he the tap and forced Baekhyun's hand under the cold, running water. Baekhyun pulled away and wrapped a towel around his hand. "Stop being so difficult Baek! You're hurt." "Yah, stop ing treating me like a baby!" he hissed. "Has this got anything to do with your little meltdown on Instagram because you need to get over that " " you Chanyeol!" Baekhyun spat, shoving him in the chest. "Okay, you know what? I'm done! I'm here when you wanna talk. Until then, get the out of here. We've got a busy schedule next month and you're no good to anyone like this!" Baekhyun knew how to push Chanyeol's buttons but he had never seen him so angry before. Maybe he was right. He needed to get out of there and sort his head out. Eyes to the floor, he silently walked out of the kitchen and past Suho, who was walking towards him, having heard the ruckus. He continued on past the others, who were sitting quietly, sensing the tension, and, pushing the double doors open, he was gone. 

They were supposed to be staying over at the hotel that night but he needed some time alone to cool down so he called for one of the cars to pick him up and swung by the hotel to collect his things. It was around 8pm when he arrived back at their dorm. Switching on the light and throwing his case in his and Chanyeol's room, he sat down on his bed and pulled out his phone. There was a message from Suho.

Suho:

Rest well Baekhyun. We'll talk tomorrow

S x

"!" he thought to himself, raking his fingers through his hair. "I've really messed up this time!" Checking the time, he tried to call Vicky but the call was disconnected. His mind went into overdrive. Was she ignoring him on purpose? Was he too full on? Paranoia creeping in, he threw his phone on the bed, walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer. As he opened it and took a swig, he heard his phone buzz in the distance. When he picked it up, he saw a message fro