Starlight (chanbaek/baekyeol)

The Closer

(A/N: i decided to start naming chapters inspired by songs, this one is The Closer by vixx)

This can't be happening, not right now. Baekhyun thought to himself, palms sweating and eyes beginning to water up. The older woman stood in front of him, looking younger than her age and still wearing the red lipstick Baekhyun was used to. She stood there looking at her son and how much he had grown and matured over the past couple of years. She felt an ache in her chest as she felt the fear in Baekhyun's eyes as he looked back at her. She had done that. She had installed that fear in him, he had every right to hate her. Before Baekhyun could even begin to think he slammed the door, right in his mothers face and scrummaged through the many blankets over his bed to find his phone. He couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks and the aching pain in his heart as he scrolled through his contacts looking for a familiar name. As soon as he was about to click on Chanyeol's name he realized he could not call him. He didn't know about his mother. Dammit. He held back his cries as much as he could and began to ring Jongdae and hung up quickly once he heard a knock on the door. He could not let her see the effect she has on him. Get your shit together baek, you can do this. He took one of his anxiety pills and realized it was his last. Fuck. He wiped the tears from his eyes and fixed his hair. He then walked over to the door, remembering to keep his breath steady as he slowly opened.

"Baekhyun?" The woman in front of him asked. "Nari." Baekhyun challenged in the most unamused tone he could muster up. "Byun Baekhyun, my son how you have grown up. I missed you." The woman reached for a hug as Baekhyun moved out of her reach and swatted her hand away. He was not going to let her come in and act like everything was fine and dandy after the years of hell she had put him through. "Don't you dare lay a fucking finger on me Nari. I will scream bloody murder in this hallway and cause a scene do not underestimate me, I'm not some scared little boy anymore." Baekhyun spoke with disgust, hate rolling off his tongue. The older woman felt her breath hitch, his tone of voice making her heart drop. "Baekhyun. I-I know I messed up can we talk? Please?" His mother pleaded, a frown forming on her plush red lips. Don't do it baek the short boys subconscious started. Baekhyun decided to go against it for what felt like the millionth time and slowly moved away from the front of the door. His mother looked at him a questionable glare sent his way, asking to go in with no words being used. Baekhyun only nodded slowly, still unsure if he was actually allowing this to happen. The older woman took a seat by a small table in the hotel room. Baekhyun closed the door slowly, making sure he had his phone tucked in his pocket as he made his way towards the small table and sat across from her. "So big time model huh? Always knew you had the face for it." Nari attempted a smile, looking up at the boy. Baekhyun only stared at her momentarily and looked back down, playing with the loose string on his shirt. The room was silent for the next five minutes, the only sound coming from the busy streets outside. "So why did you come here?" Baekhyun murmured, finally breaking the silence. "You're my son." Nari simply responded. "I wish I wasn't." Baekhyun responded coldly, not even bothering to look up. The woman felt her throat tighten up with his words. "Baekhyun, I-I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you." Nari started, feeling defeated. This set Baekhyun off and he slammed his hands on the table, the glass of water falling to the floor. "Make it up to me? Make it up to me? I'm sorry you made me think it was my fault my father died. You abused me for years. You hurt me physically, mentally, emotionally. You fucked me over. You single handily caused me to be this screwed up." His tone changed into more anger and hatred towards the woman in front of him. He walked towards the desk in the room grabbing the now empty bottle of anxiety pills off the counter. "You're the reason I have to take this! These pills that have to help me because I'm scared, I'm scared every single second of my life and it's because of you. You ruined me and all you have to say is "sorry" and that you want to "make it up to me"?" He couldn't fight the tears that threatened to spill out so he cried. He cried and he threw the bottle and whatever else was around him and he hated her. He never really wanted to admit it but what made her think she had the right to be here on the most important week of his life since he became a model and ruin everything? "Baek-baek sweetie please calm down I-" She was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. Baekhyun quickly wiped the tears flowing out of his eyes and opened the door slowly, meeting with a pair of familiar eyes. It couldn't be. He rubbed his eyes, looking at the tall figure in front of him. "Chanyeol?" He whispered. "That's me." The taller smiled, feeling slightly concerned at the smallers puffy eyes and face the lightest shade of red. "Are you okay baek?" He frowned reaching to touch his face as Baekhyun slightly moved away. He felt a slight pain in his chest at the smallers gesture but decided to leave it alone. "I-I'm fine I- wait." He took a deep breath shutting the door slowly, feeling more overwhelmed than he had in a long time. "Nari. You need to go." Baekhyun said with a straight face. The woman frowned, she wished she could fix everything and take back all she's done but she'd knew it would take time. She sighed and stood up, "I understand. Maybe we can talk this over in a calm way soon?" She slipped a small piece of paper on the table with a phone number written on it. "I really do want to fix things." She frowned, one last look at him before leaving through the other door.