Baekhyun groaned when he felt someone shaking him awake, most likely Sehun. He only managed to fall asleep a couple hours ago due to his racing mind keeping him awake and restless.

"Baek, get your up." Sehun sighed, knowing somehow he'd get the blame for the smaller Slytherin being late to breakfast or class.

Baekhyun just mumbled into his pillow, turning around to try and get back to sleep, pulling the covers over his head.

"Byun Baekhyun, get up or you'll be late!" Sehun yelled, hating that he sounded like a parent to the smaller and yet he was the younger. Shouldn't the roles not be reversed?

"Leave me alone!" Baekhyun yelled back, he didn't want to get up. He didn't want to be reminded about his dad with the stares from other students, he didn't want to be reminded about Chanyeol hurting him — and also how he was still slightly alarmed about the condition he was in after the match.

"I'm ill." Baekhyun replied, forcing a cough and sniffle to make it sound believable.

"Ill my , you were practically zooming out of bed yesterday morning." Sehun huffed, pulling the covers from Baekhyun's head.

"Leave me alone." Baekhyun said again, "I don't feel well."

"Well, that's for the nurse to decide not you." Sehun replied, with an exasperated huff he pulled the covers away from Baekhyun, revealing his light blue matching pyjamas.

"Sehun!" Baekhyun yelled, "What do you not understand about leaving me alone?!"

Sehun just pursed his lips and took a deep sigh,  "Just get up." He sighed, going into their shared wardrobe and pulling Baekhyun's uniform out, throwing it on top of the laying smaller.

"Sehun, please just tell the nurse I'm ill." Baekhyun began, sitting up, "I can't do another day of this, people keep looking at me, I know they're judging me."

"They're not, Baekhyun." Sehun sighed, even though he knew it wasn't true. Baekhyun was the talk of the school and his father was talk of the papers.

"Sehun, my dad—" Baekhyun stopped, he couldn't say it, besides Sehun knew. "And it's all ing Chanyeol's fault. I trusted him, I told him not to tell anyone."

Sehun crouched down beside the bed, knowing that look Baekhyun had, knowing he was on the verge of tears, "Hey, listen." He sighed, "Don't think about that idiot, don't."

"What classes do you have today? You have potions, don't you?" Sehun asked, watching Baekhyun nod in reply, "Right, so focus on that, focus on beating Kyungsoo at that stupid overall, like you always did."

"It's not stupid," Baekhyun grumbled, "I just can't stop thinking about everything."

"Then try focus on something else, okay?" Sehun sighed, "Besides, Chanyeol got what he deserved anyway."

Baekhyun looked up at the taller, confusion washing over his features, "What happened?"

"He broke his arm at that Quidditch match."

"Oh," Baekhyun couldn't find any words, so he picked up his white school shirt, "I guess he did get what he deserved." Baekhyun mumbled, but a part of his mind said it wasn't true.

Yet, he'd snap back at it, Chanyeol hurt him, he hurt him a lot and that's all Baekhyun could think about.

...

Baekhyun regretted even getting out of his bed, especially now that he was in potions, only a few desks in front of the Park Chanyeol that angered him, that he thought understood him.

But he was seated bes