Kpop Fanfic | Short Stories

Unwanted| Baekhyun| 2

"Don't come, Hyung." Baekhyun sighed recalling his call with his brother.

"Fine, please take care of her for me today. I will pick her up, tomorrow."

"That would be better."

He wondered if letting her go there was the ideal thing to do. But he trusted his little brother to take a good care of her.

Holding the photos in his hand, Baekhyun stared at the sandbox wall of his room. The gears in his mind could be heard from over thinking.

The house felt so empty without you there.

He could hear the clock clicking clearly above his head, playing with his nerve. The boiler sound echoed across the walls.

There was no sound of your laughter while watching your favorite variety show. No sound of you talking to yourself while working on another painting for your shop.

Simply, there was no trace of your presence which was eating Baekhyun alive.

He found himself missing you. It had only been a couple of hours since you had been gone but he missed you already.

Never had he imagined his life without you. And now that it was almost real that you no longer was there, fear started forming in his heart. He couldn't imagine a future with no you in there.

Glancing at the photos in his hands, his heart clenched tightly in his chest cavity. They were the photos that the reporter threatened to publish. Photos of you and his younger brother, most trending idol, Taehyung while shopping in a mall.

The photos showed you and Taehyung laughing together happily, Taehyung feeding you ice cream while you accepted it, cheerfully. Another photo of Taehyung whispering something in your ears and you smiling shyly. A photo of you linking arms with Taehyung.

Anyone who'd see these photos would mistake you as couples.

Baekhyun knew how close the two of you were, but he couldn't bring himself not to feel the burning in his chest upon seeing those photos.

Baekhyun knew that there was nothing between the two of you, but his anger took over him and blinded him from seeing how much you loved him.

Frustrated, Baekhyun clenched the photos in his hand and threw them in the garbage.

They are just friends. He thought to himself, trying to convince himself that Taehyung never had feelings for you.

Baekhyun jumped in his place when his phone suddenly rang, cutting his deep thoughts. The boiler sound calmed down, followed by a click announcing that the water boiled.

Baekhyun reached for his phone, hoping that the caller was you, but when he saw the caller ID his mood turned to the worst. It was that reporter.

Calming down himself, Baekhyun took a deep breath before picking up the call as he made his way to the kitchen to continue doing that cup of coffee. "Hello, Mr Jeon."

"Aigo, Baekhyun-ssi, how have you been? You sound tired." the reporter mocked, and Baekhyun imagined an evil smirk over his face.

"Everything is fine, Mr Jeon." Baekhyun used his most cheerful voice. It was a good thing that Baekhyun could act well. "I'm wondering what the reason for this wonderful surprise call is."

"It is definitely wonderful surprise." The reporter chuckled, sly. "I've something more interesting this time. Those photos you have are nothing like those ones."

"What do you mean?" Baekhyun spat not being able to control his anger anymore. He had enough of this reporter and his shit.

"I send you a new fresh photos, and I was wondering how your fans are going to react to them." The reporter laughed, Baekhyun clenched his fist tightly that it turned white.