You were still lying on your bed, where you had spent your time for the last three days. You hugged your pillow tight against your chest and tried to ignor all the screaming and shouting from downstairs. Your parent were having a huge fight and going downstairs wasn't fun anymore. They would always scold each other and it made you feel like you had to pick a side. So you showed them your face as less as possible and just stayed in your room. 

Meals weren't still fun neither. Your mom refused to cook for your father and he didn't eat together with you anymore at the kitchen table. He just went to sit in front of the television with the food he had ordered. And since the atmosphere was that bad you didn't like to eat anymore neither so you had already skipped a few meals. You were hungry, tired and sad. You knew that if it went on like this that your parents wouldn't be together for much longer and you hated the thought of a divorce. 

You were 21 but still lived with your parents. It was your meaning to stay here until you graduated from university but in this situation you couldn't study properly. You listend to the ringing of the doorbell and heard how the fighting stopped for a while because your mother went to open the door. You loved this moments of silence, because there weren't many of them. Foodsteps were heard on the stairs and after that a couple soft knocks on your bedroom door. 

"Yes?" You sighed, sitting up in bed. The door opened and you were surprised to see how your boyfriend's head peeped around the corner. "Hey baby, can I come in?" Baekhyun asked and you nodded slowly. He walked into the room with a white bag in his hand, closed the door and approached the bed. "I read your text and I decided to come over." He smiled at you and sat down on the place beside you. "Thanks Baek." You tried to smile, but failed. It was so sweet from him that he dared himself in here at this moment. 

He began to rumble in the bag and started to get some food out. "I'm n