“You look nice when you’re concentrating.”

Baekhyun jumped in his seat and looked up to a face framed with cascading dark hair. Only he wasn’t concentrating; over and over again he had read the same dull paragraph, each time more incomprehensible than the last. It was like he had suddenly become dyslexic; he was unable to grasp any of the text. Because there was this problematic next-door neighbor.

 And he couldn’t stop thinking about him.

And he couldn’t tell his girlfriend that, so he bit his tongue, holding back any truth revealing words.

Only his mind was full of Kyungsoo – and his heart shaped lips. Soft, pretty lips that he kissed. And that did it. Baekhyun’s cheeks flushed a warm pink.

Then guilt punctured his gut. Wait, he cheated.

The feeling oozed out from his lower abdomen and Baekhyun thought he was going to lose the contents of his stomach. Something was sitting there, in the deepest part of his stomach, secreeting that sickening feeling. He could even feel it in his hands - how they felt dirty, disgusting.

“What’s wrong?”

Baekhyun swallowed the gagging tension forming in his throat,

“Nothing.”

Lying; he thought it was necessary.

.

“Another.”

Baekhyun said, pointing to his empty glass.

His fifth empty glass.

He read the clock on his phone, 12AM. It was late.

And he was a lightweight.

“One more.” He said as the liquor warmed his throat.

He was getting drunk alone. It was sad, but that was okay to him because it was how he felt: sad and stupid. Because he had a girlfriend, and had never questioned his uality before, and he was drinking alone, and just really never should have