Sing For Me, Byun Baekhyun

CHAPTER 37: Healing Their Wounds

CHAPTER 37: Healing Their Wounds

[Britney's POV] :

"Are they gay?" I covered my mouth.

Kris looked around, I tried to hide but he saw me.

"Oh shit! Tao! Come on! Quickly!" He said.

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"Are you guys gays?" I said as I stared at them, both sitting on their beds.

"Guys? Do we look like something else? Girls? Haha?" Tao laughed.

"You stupid!" Kris hit Tao's head. "She doesn't mean guys with u. She meant gays with a!" He explained.

"Ah! Wait, what? Noona! How could you say that to us? We don't even know what it means!"

"Tao! Stop talking, you are so annoying!" Kris pushed Tao's head. "You manage our business, you don't manage our lives. So you don't have to know our personal manners." Kris told me.

"Huh?" I stared at him.

"Please get out, we want to sleep." He said as he laid in his bed.

"Huh, that bastard," I said and went out.

"What does he think? 'Get out'? Huh, cocky stupid!" I muttered on my way to my room. I passed by Lay's room. The door was opened and he was crying.

"Lay-ssi?" I called as I entered.

"Noona!" He wiped his tears.

"What happened Lay? Why are you crying?" I looked at him.

"It's nothing, you don't have to worry." He said.

"No, just tell me, I am here to help you." I looked at him.

"The truth is that I miss my mother," he cried.

"So you miss your mother?" I looked at him with a broken heart.

"Yes, it has been so long since I have last seen her." He said in Chinese.

"I know it's hard. It's even the hardest," I told him in Chinese, "I lost my mum at the age of 16. I was all alone after that. I cried, shouted, yelled and screamed. My heart was frozen into pieces, but I had to move on, I mean, life had made me move on, look at me now: I work, laugh, smile and enjoy my life. Have you ever seen me crying about my mum? I just thought that if my mum were here, she wouldn't want grief to surround me, she would want me to continue my life happily. So I just kept her here," I pointed at my chest, "In my heart." I smiled.

"And you Lay, your mum is alive. At least you can talk to her even if there was distance seperating both of you. You can hear her voice. Lay-ssi, your mother would never want you to cry for missing her, I mean she would be missing you too but she wouldn't tell you so you don't get upset and stop doing your dreams." I said to him. I then thought, "Lay! Call your mum!" I told him.

"What? My mum?"

"Yes, call her now."

"But-"

"Come on, no buts! Call her!"

He typed his mother's number and pressed the 'call'.

"She isn't answering." He whispered.

"Just wait a minute,"

"Ahh umma," Lay said. "How are you?" He continued his conversation.

"I am fine mum, I just miss you," he was about to tear,