'it's fine. i'm fine' he breathes and gets up. his throat is still sore from all the flowers he vomited and his head is spinning but he keeps telling 'i'm fine' as if this will solve something.

Baekhyun sits down on his bed, and with his head in the pillows he screams out of frustration, sadness, madness. his phone keeps ringing but all he can think is:

'i'm in love with my best friend's lover. i might as well just die.'