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  Without hesitation, Baekhyun wordlessly lifted his arms and embraced you tightly. It broke his heart just hearing you choke over your own sobs and it killed him even more feeling your spasms hit against his chest. He softly your hair and uttered no words and waited patiently.    You had wrapped your arms around his neck with your faces burrowed into his chest. You had never ever once broken down in front of Baekhyun before and in the back of your mind, you felt embarrassed for showing this side of you in front of him.    You didn’t know how long the two of you stood there, just holding one another in each other’s arms, but you knew you didn't want to let go. Baekhyun gently rocked you from side to side while you cried into his neck. He didn’t squirm or flinch in disgust. He didn’t even care that his neck was wet with your tears. He just stood there, holding you without protest.   A million questions were whizzing through his head: Were you hurt? Did someone hurt you? If so, who did this to you? Why did they do this to you?    It never occurred to him why on earth people had the heart to do such cruel things to you. You were the nicest, most patient, and kind hearted person he’s ever met. Sure you had a temper, but that’s what makes your personality ignite with life. It’s what made you, you.   You always placed yourself last, and put everyone else’s priorities first. You had a witty outlook on life and had unique vocabulary. You were sarcastic, but sweet. You were fun and the brightest girl he knew. You always worked so hard to make everyone happy and end up forgetting about your own happiness. You forgave people easily even though they didn’t deserve it. You act like you don’t care, but really, out of everyone, you cared the most. It didn’t make sense for people to dislike you and that’s what frustrated him the most.    Baekhyun held onto you tighter and you responded by clutching onto him like your life depended on it.     Eventually your sobs died down, and your breath was even again.   Baekhyun gently pulled away and bent down to your eye level. He searched your eyes with a frown on his face. The tears were still falling down from your eyes.    “I,” you started but then stopped. Your voice had gotten so thick from crying. You flushed red and looked down shamefully.    You reached out to wipe your tears away, but realized a hand had already swiped them away. You sniffled and looked up. Baekhyun had delicately cradled your face between his hands; his thumbs were gently grazing against your skin as they wiped away your tears.    Worry lines were etched all over his face. “What happened?”    You bit your lip. You didn’t want to keep it in anymore and you knew you couldn’t hide anything from Baekhyun either. But you didn’t know where to start...    You opened your mouth to speak but then closed it right away as your shoulders slumped down dejectedly. *I don’t know. Ugh. I am so stupid.*   Baekhyun was patient though, and he waited until you were ready.    Instead of pleading to know, he sat you down on your garden chair. He disappeared for a moment and returned with another chair. He unfolded it and placed it down right beside yours.    He sat down and took your hand in his and entwined your fingers together. “Maiden,” he smiled. “Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’ll be right here.”   The two of you were silent again. He just held your hand in his without a word. You looked over at him and you saw the calmness on his face. His devoted patience for you made you die on the inside. *Only you, Baekhyun. Only you.*   You sat up and cleared your throat.    Baekhyun turned his head, a warm smile spread on his lips.    “I’m ready.” You said.    Baekhyun gave your hand a tender squeeze. “Take your time. Remember that you don't need to rush yourself. I can wait all night.” You felt your eyes swell up again, but this time it wasn’t because of Yoonjung. *God, what would I do without you Baekhyun?*    You heaved in a deep breath.    Then...    It all spilled out.    Everything, from Yoonjung asking you to partnering her up with Kai, to your argument with her in the washroom, to the fight with Miyung, and how thankful you were that Luhan had stepped in and helped, and the hurt and betrayal you felt when Yoonjung didn’t step in.    Baekhyun didn’t interrupt and let you spill everything off your chest. You could feel his hands tensing up here and there, and the hurt that flashed in his eyes when you spoke about how hurt and abandoned you felt. He would occasionally reach out and wipe your tears away.   When you were done, you were too embarrassed to look into his eyes.     “I know I’m so stupid for crying over something like this.” You traced circles