Baekhyun couldn’t find the courage to go back to school the next day. To his advantage, he had caught a cold from being utterly drenched in the rain. He was still overwhelmed with unpleasantries that had hit him unceasingly in the stomach.

         His mom and dad had left earlier in the morning, finally declaring that Baekhyun was too sick to even get out of bed.

         From downstairs, however, he could hear the doorbell. He decided to ignore it, hoping that the person behind the other side of the door would give up.

         When the ringing didn’t stop, he had groggily get out of bed and slumped to the floor, a headache lingering through his lobes. He had dragged himself downstairs with a blanket still draped around his sweaty body, all the way up to his head forming a hooded figure out of him.

         Once he got to the door, he gingerly turned the knob. He stood there looking at 2 men all dressed in black and shades covering their eyes. Once they had a good look of Baekhyun, one of the men had put his hand against his ear (earpiece) and had spoken into it. “He’s here, Master Wu.”

         Baekhyun’s eyes had widened when he heard the name. He quickly slammed the door, locking it in place. He tried to make a run for it back to his room, but his legs told him otherwise. Baekhyun dropped to the ground, his legs refusing to take him upstairs.

         He lifted himself up and reached for the back door, still in pajamas, and made a run for it. Once he was quite far from his house, he turned back to the scene unfolding in front of him.

         He couldn’t help but let his mouth open at the amount of cars parked in front of his own home. Men in black stood against the cars, probably searching from him. Did Kris send them to get rid of me? Aren’t they taking this ‘punishment’ too far?

         A dazed Baekhyun was walking through the local park; covers still draped on his body. He sat against one of the trees beside the lake, eye bags highly evident. He stared at the lake that extended to the next town. “What am I doing…”

         He felt a tap on his shoulder and it immediately sent shivers down his spine. Did they find him?!

         He slowly turned his head, horrified expression clearly on his face. “You are…?” He was kind of glad he didn’t recognize the boy’s face. He would prefer a stranger sending him pity rather than Wu Yi Fan or Luhan hot on his trail.

         “You’re Byun Baekhyun, right?” He looked alarmed, obviously surprised seeing Baekhyun in this state. “I’m the vice-president of the student council.”

         Baekhyun’s eyes widened. He felt a wave of relief splash against his body as he slumped against the tree. “What are you doing here?” He had finally sat beside Baekhyun on the withering grass, expression not changing.

         “O-oh, people from the MK are after me.” It had finally donned to him how deep the situation he was, and how dead he was already. If he were to show up in school now, he’d be leading himself into manslaughter (like he usually finds himself doing.)

         “Do you need any help?” The boy had lifted his arm and patted Baekhyun’s shoulder, making Baekhyun shiver at the contact. “Oh, my name’s Do Kyunsoo by the way.” He gave Baekhyun a reassuring smile, like something your mom would give you after she says it’ll be ok, injections don’t hurt that much.

         “I-I don’t know.” Even Baekhyun didn’t know what was happening, and why the MK is still relentless in bringing him down. “I, I didn’t do anything.” He reassured himself, even if he knew that the slap he threw at Chanyeol was the end of his social and physical life (not like it ever started, anyway.)

         But he couldn’t let this, this, scare him out of his wits. A bunch of rich bastards aren’t going to kill him off just because he was defending himself.

         Baekhyun hurriedly lifted himself, bowed to Kyungsoo, and made for his house. He turned back again and shouted a “thank you” towards the vice-president.

         He was running down the hill when he had spotted the whole MK coming out of a black car right in front of his house. They were all wearing normal clothes, causing them to shine brighter than they usually did.

         Baekhyun found himself pushing the idea away. They wanted him gone. Why was he praising them?! Kris had come out of the car first; his blonde hair gelled back and shades to hide his intimidating eyes. Tao and the other had followed suit, with Chanyeol last.

         Once Baekhyun saw Chanyeol, his whole world crashed. He looked like a kicked puppy, his eye twitching more than usual. What happened? He looked so tired that his usual smile (the one Baekhyun thought was permanent) was gone. Instead, he was biting his lower lip, looking past Kris’ towards Baekhyun’s home.

         They all started speaking but Baekhyun was too far to hear, and his resolve on telling them off earlier had disappeared. Instead, he felt terrified. It was the firs time he had been this terrified in his life, as he was usually scared.

         Kris started walking towards the door, turning the knob as if impatiently. The others had followed his example and entered the house, disappearing from Baekhyun’s range of sight. It was a good thing he left, he would have been dead meat if he didn’t.

         Baekhyun swallowed, what was he going to do from now on? He stood at the edge of the hell, pajamas sticking to his now incredibly sweaty body, blanket resting on his shoulders.

         He turned to walk away from his house, he couldn’t hold up any longer. He just kept walking, not caring on where he was going.

         He’s alone now. 

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Short update because I am running out of ideas OTL

what do you think Baekhyun should do????????????

I'm going to think about it i still don't know omg so yeah adios~

Thanks for reading wahu