I've Never Dreamed

Part Nine

"It is now. I'm going to help you, like it or not." He laughs, but I can tell he's upset. Being Baekhyun, he always finds some way to lighten the mood, well try to...but I love that about him.
"No it's not! You'll get hurt stupid! There's no reason for you to get hurt over me! You don't even know me!" I argue. I have to be mean so he'll stop pestering.

"Stupid? That's funny, because you're the one who took the adasity to walk behind the hotel in the first place," we stare at each other in silence as the elevator dings. It's our floor, "You keep on trying to push me away, but little do you know that it's just making me more and more restless" He smirks wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walk out the doors.

"Do you really wanna know whats funny?" I remove his arm from around me, "you really think you own me" I puff and walk past his door to mine.

"Well I do, Ms. Mei" He grabs my wrist, gentley. Yet I twist out of it, solely wishing i hadn't.

"No, no you don't" I say with a straight face, yet I end up winking back at him with a smile as I walk through my door. He's just so kind. It's hard to be mean to him.

"Wait! Are you sure you're going to be okay?" He stops the door from closing, staring deep into soul.

"Yes Baekhyun, I'll be fine. Thank you" I shut the door slowly.

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"I'm back" I yell out waiting for Jiao to respond.

"I guess she's still out looking for GOT7...maybe they put up a post on twitter or something" I state, talking to my self. I have at least 10 apps on my cellphone in purpose of Kpop idols. Usually they update their accounts every couple days, and sometimes it even tells me where they are, or what they're doing, so I can get exclusives on them. It's simple tactics.

*goes to Instagram on cell*

"YES! Jackson and Mark are in the gaming room...downstairs. Well from what I see. Those are also white flowers in the window behind them, like the ones downstairs in the lobby." I think out loud. It's normal. I hurry, grab my camera and voice recorder then head out towards the door.
"Wait..." I almost forgot that I was beaten up not even 20 minutes go. Funny right?
I simply walk into the the bathroom and look up to the mirror.
From my chin to the top of my cheek bone, it's bright blue and red. Not to mention I have a busted lip. Why does life hate me so much?
I then roll up my sleeve; Examining my shoulder.
"Damn" My whole shoulder is purple. I've never been bruised so badly in my life. I should've caught myself before hitting the ground...ugh! I didn't even hit the ground that hard... I mean not even when my brother and I got into fights did I get bruised this badly!
I think I have a solution...
Make up! I pull a bag of make-up out of my purse, and immediently start applying it to my face.