fries with a side of love. baekyeol

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⠀⠀Fuck the entire damn world, Baekhyun swore mentally as he first awoke.

⠀⠀His head was pounding like a million little jackhammers were ramming their ways through his skull, and his ass hurt like hell, which confused him horribly. What the hell had happened last night? The only thing that Baekhyun could remember was cheering while watching some other people play Spin the Bottle.

⠀⠀It was also strange to wake up completely naked and in the arms of some nameless guy. Considering the way that the guy's chin was resting on Baekhyun's head and how the guy's legs wrapped around his own, Baekhyun assumed that he was very tall. Also, he was quite pale.

⠀⠀For a split second, Baekhyun smiled—had he just made love to Park Chanyeol?—before he twisted around to look at the face of his hugger, his smile immediately melting away to be replaced by one of pure horror. That wasn't Park Chanyeol! It was some foreign looking guy. Admittedly handsome, but not Chanyeol.

⠀⠀Baekhyun paled as it hit him both figuratively and literally—figuratively in the way that the notion of what had happened had dawned on him, and literally as a wave of nausea and another round of migraines wracked his body. Damn hangovers. He might've been to dozens upon dozens of parties with alcohol but his tolerance for the devil liquid never seemed to strengthen.

⠀⠀Immediately, Baekhyun tore himself out of the guy's loose grip before hauling ass to the nearest bathroom, grabbing his clothes off of the floor while half-running, half-limping out of the bedroom. The moment he slid into the bathroom, hapkido-kicking the door shut, he grabbed the seat of the toilet and heaved. His head was swirling and throbbing horribly, and he couldn't stop his entire body from shaking so badly. How much did he drink last night?

⠀⠀Eventually, after what must've been a lifetime in hell, Baekhyun felt the nausea melting away, and he flushed the toilet. Breathing heavily through his nose, not trusting to open his mouth quite yet, Baekhyun stayed kneeled in front of the toilet for a minute until he was sure that his legs wouldn't buckle underneath him the moment he decided to stand up. Then, one leg at a time, Baekhyun got up and caught himself on the marble counter, his legs decidedly still weak. Well, damn.

⠀⠀Baekhyun stared at his reflection in the mirror, his makeup somehow still not ruined. Expensive makeup goes a long way, he decided. He reluctantly touched the bruises and hickeys on his neck and chest, hissing slightly at the pain. Was this guy a vampire or something because it was like he bit Baekhyun and tried to suck his blood out. The marks were deep, and Baekhyun figured he'd have to cover them up with makeup and wear a turtleneck to school and work for the next few weeks. Fucking hell—going to this party was the worst idea ever.

⠀⠀Baekhyun slid on his clothes and winced at the pain his tight pants gave him. Luckily, his phone was still in the pockets, and Baekhyun decided that he needed Kyungsoo to come pick him up since Daehyun was probably somewhere else, completely passed out. Baekhyun's hands shook terribly as he fumbled with his phone, his fingers still weak.

⠀⠀The realization hit him harder than the nausea or migranes—the realization that he had cheated on Chanyeol. Baekhyun felt like he wanted to cry and scream, "Fuck you!" to everyone in the entire vicinity that had pressured him to come to this forsaken party, then go to Chanyeol, drop to his knees, and beg for forgiveness. He wouldn't be forgiven—Chanyeol valued honesty and loyalty above almost anything else, and by having sex with another man, Baekhyun had breached both of those things. Why was he the way he was? Baekhyun was disgusted with himself—he was a thing that didn't deserve anything of Chanyeol's.

⠀⠀He told a very annoyed Kyungsoo to come pick him up first as well as the address. Fixing up his clothes and hair as good as possible, Baekhyun looked at himself once again before thinking, Fuck, my bracelet, and breaking into a run back to the bedroom while navigating a sea of unconscious bodies. He burst through the doorframe and frantically searched around the bed, swearing softly. Oh, how could he have been so stupid? Baekhyun felt the tears starting to well up, and he bit his bottom lip and continued to search.