A small, round mirror was supported by the palm of your hand as you angled your face, trying to find the answer to your rejection in the reflection. Had it been the way you looked that wasn't enough? A wet, salty droplet trailed down your cheek and you decided that debating about your looks wasn' the best thing to do at this moment when anything about you wouldn't be good enough. In a swift movement, you closed the portable mirror and threw it into your bag.

The skin around your eyes stung greatly, making you wince every time you'd dry another tear on the irritated area of your face. You wondered how many more tears your body was able to shed without drying out completely. So silly, you thought. All of this, for a mere boy, it felt so dumb, so stupid to let yourself succumb to such a vast sadness because of one boy. You wanted to laugh, but as soon as the thought reached your head- more tears spilled. There was a rough scar that crossed your heart, and it was hurting more and more with every second that passed.

Who would've thought that rejection would've hurt so much? Part of you wondered if it was ridiculous to feel this way when you had never meant something to the boy in the first place, on the other hand, all you wanted to do was to forget, forget, forget. You felt embarassed, sad, and angered, though, what good was it to feel all of these things? You didn't know what to do with these emotions.

Had you got ahead of yourself when you thought he had shared a little interest in you? That there was a little space for you inside of his heart? 

A trembling exhalation fell from your separated lips as you buried your face in your hands, rubbing them although it burned on your salted skin, in your head echoed colorful lines of profanities, cursing yourself and this whole situation in your life that you just wished you could remove. You couldn't help but wonder how it had gone for your friend since the two of you had gotten the brilliant idea to confess your feelings to the loves of your lives. Very foolish, in fact, you couldn't believe you had thought that had been something thrilling for even a millisecond, because now, it was anything but thrilling, it was heart-wrenching and there wasn't a single thing about this situation that was enjoyable.

Your friend had looked so confident this morning, sun rays had radiated from his smile when you had parted ways on your way to university and you could've only had hoped for everything to turn into his favor.  Baekhyun with the melodious laugh, Baekhyun with the worlds every starry night captured within his orbs, Baekhyun to which you felt so attached to, he was an amazing guy, sweet, oh so sweet- yet incredibly caring and pleasant, to keep it short because if you were to make a list about everything that was lovable about the guy, it would have been miles long. You strongly doubted that the girl he liked for the past years wouldn't have the slightest feelings towards him. 

Without giving it a second thought, you fished up your phone and dialed the number that you knew by heart. The rings that sounded from the speaker pounded into your headache as you heaved your chest for a deep breath from, tumbling from your quivering lips. A frown started making its way on your face when the said male wouldn't pick up until the tenth ring, a breathy, "Yeah?" resounded in your ear.

"Baek? Can I come over?" Your voice was raspy and rough when you spoke, the dryness of your throat left a scratching pain that you hadn't expected, and so you slightly winced.

"Yes, of course," His answer came right away as if there wasn't anything that he was more sure about, "but is everything okay?"  As he continued, you couldn't help but notice how the tone of his voice sunk to a sound more mellow and soft, careful not to step and a sensitive string.

You sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day, "Could be better." for some reason you felt the need to make it seem like you were feeling better than you actually were, although it would be futile, Baekhyun would see soon for himself how you were doing, and by then he'd know you'd lied.

"Take care on your way here, okay?"

"Okay."

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A gasp pushed through your lips when you saw what had become of your friend as soon as you had stepped into his home. His hair. It was completely white, reminding you of the kind of moonlight shimmer that would glitter in the night sky- but that thought was soon replaced by the image of a sheep as your eyes trailed to his completely white outfit, of course, a white oversized hoodie which reached to hide his small and frail fingertips, his thighs hugged by a white pair of shorts. 

Teeth assaulted his lower lip as he sheepily balanced on the ball of his feet, letting his eyes land on anything but your conflicted gaze, his fingers fidgeted from under the extremely long sleeves, not showing you his nervous gestures, but  still, even without seeing them you could tell they were there, everything about his body language was screaming how much of a bad idea this had been. Normally you would've thrown a witty comment about how it was the fifth time that month that he changed hair color, but there wasn't a single part of you that felt like saying anything of the sort, how could you? His eyes were glazed,  rimmed with red, the salted stains on his cheeks reflected yours and whenever a  trembling sigh would leave his cushions,  you swore you heard something crack within your chest. 

Ignoring any incoming thoughts,  you marched forward and threw your arms around the heartbroken boy, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. His length was only a little further than yours and for some odd reason the fact that it felt perfect wouldn't leave your head, like his body was solely made to fit against yours and nobody else's, the way his back straightened and seconds later, his arms had copied your actions, though the strength in them sent you almost crashing into his chest, it didn't matter, you figured. He needed this. You needed this. 

Baekhyun, you could only remark that his body was so dangerously warm, a warmth that set you under a slumbery spell, it fogged your senses, your mind. The beat of his heart pulsing against your ear was slow, the slowest tempo you'd ever heard, but also the most beautiful, the most comforting melody you'd ever witness. What made water sting in your waterline was how sorrowful it sounded, as if a bit of Baekhyun's heart fell piece by piece as long as it continued pumping blood. Your arms tightened around him.

"I'm so sorry-" You didn't get to finish your sentence as Baekhyun interrupted you before you could put the blame on yourself.

"It's on both, don't you take the blame all by yourself." His voice was muffled by the fabric of your cotton shirt, and yet you didn't miss the way it broke midway his sentence.

"But- You look so hurt I- If I hadn't agreed then maybe you wouldn't have to-"  

"Y/n." Baekhyun didn't leave any room for more words, breaking the hug so that he could look at you in the eyes. Even though the authority in his voice, you couldn't ignore the feeling of sadness and regret eating you up alive.  With tears glistening in your eyes you let your gaze meet his dark one.

When the words "I let this happen to you," Left your lips, so did the tear that had been threatening to fall every since he'd spoken with that broken voice, that specific tone in his voice that had always made you want to give up on everything just to make sure that a smile could return on his face. Baekhyun was quick to catch your tear with the pad of his thumb, a soft caress lingering on your cheek. "I'm fine really, please don't cry.." He begged, searching for reason in your eyes but you couldn't let this slip. This had been so stupid, a stupid idea, it didn't matter that your heart had broken too, what really mattered was the fact that Baekhyun looked like he had cried for days, that someone had mercilessly ripped his heart from his chest and given it back completely shattered. 

"It's not okay! I'll go talk to her and-" You weren't completely sure of what you were saying yourself, deep down, you were aware of the fact that nothing would change if you spoke to the girl, you couldn't force her feelings to change, you had no power in that. It hurt, it hurt so much it was clouding your senses, a dark cloud reaching from every corner of your mind, the pain piercing your chest developing into something stronger- into rage and negativity.

You just wished that Baekhyun could be happy next to the person he loved. You just wanted him to keep smiling.

His strong hands on your shoulders made you stop in your tracks as he shoved his face inches closer to yours. Eyes pooled with indecipherable emotions, a sting traveled down your arms the fingers tightened around your body. "Don't. You won't." Disbelief washed over your features, you couldn't understand- how? How could he accept this suffering? Why couldn't you do anything about it? Why would you always feel so powerless? 

"But it's not fair!" You protested, eyes sinking to the view of the soft streaks of red underneath his eyes, the invisible traces that the salty tears had left behind them, they glittered into the light.  "Why won't you let me fix this-"

"There's nothing to fix, I just want to forget about this." Baekhyun sighed desperately, his hand coming to hold your cheek, drying once again the water that wouldn't stop rushing down your skin, his touch feather-light, as if you were the frailest kind of porcelain, small trails of warmth emitted from the mellowness of his careful fingertips and into your damp canvas. 

Forget, he said. Bells started ringing in your head and you realized how much, truly, you wanted to forget about this too, but the stubborn part of you refused to forget the pain that was now permanent on his features that would always be ornated by the most beautiful curves of a smile, by the sparks in his eyes. 

"You're hurt too, I can see it, why are you only worried about me?" Cold shivers covered your body when Baekhyun eased his hold around you and his touch went missing, arms falling back to his sides without suspending the eye contact, making you swim within his ocean eyes, unable to find any emotion that would tell you he wasn't giving up. 

"Baekhyun, what matters now is you, I don't..." Your voice faded when you didn't know how to continue that sentence. You didn't what? Care? There was no way you could possibly say that, it was nowhere near true. The truth was that you felt completely hollow inside, as if your heart had faded into burnt ashes, the only source of energy driving you forward being Baekhyun's broken heart that you oh so dearly wanted to heal, because then you could put this behind your shoulders. It was okay if you got hurt- as long as he was fine, you'd also be. 

"But I do, I care. You're also what matters to me right now," Baekhyun said loud and clear, leaving no room for any more words. "Let's forget."

"Forget? How can I possibly forget!?" You hadn't meant for it to come out as emotional, as attacking as it had, but your sentiments were all over the place- you were so upset and with your heartbeat fastening, you couldn't contain the burst of fire within your chest.

"Y/n," Instead of letting his emotions get the best of him, he remained calm when he called your name- as if trying to make you reason, his index finger curled gently around yours, reminding you of the warmth that he brought with him. Your heaving chest slowed down and eventually, you succumbed to the softness of his voice, using every little bit of your strength to keep your emotions from exploding.

"Let's fall in love for tonight," The words that left his lips sent you looking at him with wide, crazed eyes- as if he had said the most insane thing in the world, which he for that matter, had. Panic flashed inside of his eyes at seeing the expression you were giving him, a hand flew to brush through his cloud-like hair- and you didn't miss the way it bounced and fell ever so delicately over his forehead again, and his tongue peeked from between his cushions, wetting his lips. 

"Just for tonight," Baekhyun interjected, voice not mirroring the panic that had shown on his face a second ago, instead, you could tell he was trying to convince you. "We can forget about it all in the morning- but for tonight, let's forget about who did this to us, let's just think about us."

The more you let the words sink, the more appealing they seemed- the more alluring they became, though, you couldn't comprehend why. Perhaps it was the immense amount of hope the few words were giving you, although your first instinct was to refuse this kind of light when all you wanted was to grieve, but you couldn't ignore them when they had already sunk into your skin, nourishing your sorrowful self.

"That's crazy, Baekhyun." You disagreed after a little moment of contemplating but immediately cursed yourself for sounding so unconvinced by your own words. The short, breathy laugh that he let out sent your heart into a flip- and you directed your gaze back to him.

"Name one thing we've done together that wasn't crazy." By now, his lips had curled back into the playful- a little confident smile that screamed victory. It being contagious, you felt yourself reciprocate the joyful expression, it was amazing, something you couldn't find the right words to describe, was it the excited butterflies in your belly that was numbing the pain your chest? Or was it the warmth that shot from his shy fingers reaching out for yours, only to intertwine them together. Maybe both, all you knew was that in the matter of a few seconds, Baekhyun had with his words, with his touches, embedded a bandaid of beautiful, delicate flowers, around the scar that shredded your heart. You wanted to do the same.

Wasting no more time, Baekhyun dragged you further inside his apartment, and you followed, loving how the regular lights had been turned off in the living room, leaving the job to the red led lights tracing the walls. You were to be baffled when on his tabled laid countless empty package