I'll Make This Perfect Again

Two

A year. That's how long it had been since Baekhyun started dating that douchebag. A whole year of torture for me, being the only person Baekhyun had trusted to tell about his secret romance. I wouldn't have even cared if it wasn't for the fact that I was in love with him. Ji Joon was a nice enough guy and I never had a reason to not like him, but that was before he asked Baekhyun out. In that moment, he became the person I hated the most. The person I distrusted the most. He would never be good enough for Baekhyun because no one would ever be good enough for Baekhyun.

I had begun to dread going to school. All the little looks that passed between Baekhyun and Ji Joon. The secret moments in the library or hall when no one else was around that Baekhyun just had to tell me all about. As his best friend, I wanted to be happy for him. I wanted to be able to listen to everything he told me about his relationship without getting jealous and pissed off. But somewhere along the way that relationship had turned a little more friendly on my end and I couldn't seem to be just his friend anymore.

I woke up to confront another morning of begrudgingly getting ready for school and facing the one thing I really didn't want anything to do with. Another morning of lazily taking a shower and getting dressed, dragging myself down the stairs to the kitchen to eat a boring breakfast and struggling to will time to slow. Just as I had resigned myself to the fact that I had to leave at that moment or I would be late to school, my phone rang from within my pocket. A quiet sigh left my lips as I saw the caller id saying it was Baekhyun and forced myself to answer it and listen to his once again cheerful voice.

"What's up, Baek? I'll be at school in a minute." I could tell before my whole name had floated from the speaker that he was crying.

"Ch-chanyeol?" My grip tightened on my phone, hearing his voice waver and break from the other end.

"What happened, Baek? Where are you?"

"I'm a-at school. In th-the garden."

"Hold on. I'll be there in a minute, Baek." I broke into a run, forcing myself as fast as I could to get to him. I didn't know what caused this, but it didn't matter; if he needed me, I wasn't going to leave him all alone.

"H-he broke up with m-me." I heard Baekhyun's quiet sob just as I burst through the front doors of the school, pushing past people and ignoring the yells in protest as I made my way to the back hallway that would lead me to the seldom-used garden that had become Baekhyun and I's spot to hang out when we didn't want to deal with other people.

"I'm almost there, Baek." I pushed past a few more people, seeing the door that would lead me to where Baekhyun was. I forced it open to see Baekhyun curled up in a corner, his head in his knees and his phone pressed up to his ear, rocking himself back and forth as sobs racked his shoulders. "Baekhyun?" I whispered gently, crouching down beside him. His head immediately jerked up at the sound of my voice, throwing himself on me, causing me to lose my balance and fall backwards still holding onto him. I maneuvered myself to sit up, keeping a firm grasp on him and pulling him in my lap. He buried his face in my neck and gripped onto the front of my shirt, keeping me close as I rubbed his back soothingly.

"Ssh, it's okay. It'll all be okay now. I'm here." I continued to whisper soothing words to him, rocking him back and forth like a child. It took some time for his cries to calm down before a fresh new wave of tears and cries poured from him. We'd been sitting in the garden for an hour and our first class of the day was nearly over. I knew he'd never be able to make it through the school day, so I decided it was best to take him home. I didn't have a car and neither did he, both being only sophomores, so I had to carry him on my back.

The walk was quiet, save for some sniffles here and there. He was finally starting to tire himself out. He was falling asleep by the time I had carried him to his room, setting him in his bed and pulling the covers over him.