Red Letter Days

Chapter 2: Baekhyun's Problem

Baekhyun's P.O.V

A lump grew in my throat. There was less than a week before the wedding. Less than a week till death do we part with a man I can't go one day without fighting with. I tried to shake my anxiety, but I was terrified. I had just finished school and no where near prepared for this. I tried to concentrate on putting my clothes in the dresser, but it was no use. Instead, I plopped down on the ground and buried my face on my knees.

My heart pounded in my chest as I hugged my legs tighter. My breath became small and quick, I was shaking. I feel tears breach my eyes, "I'm not ready.......I'm not ready.."

Chanyeol's P.O.V

I sat in the kitchen, browsing through Instagram on my phone. I reached for my orange juice without looking up and knocked the glass over. I gasped when it got all over my pants. Of course, I spitted curse words as I wiped the mess with bundle of napkins. 

I trudged upstairs, my orange juice soaked jeans sticking on my skin. The door to my bedroom was shut, though it was unlocked. I opened the door and peered in. Curled up by the dresser was Baekhyun. I figured he was just taking a break from unpacking.  "Lazy. Get out I need to change my pants,"I said as I undo my button. 

It wasn't till my eyes met his that I realized something was wrong. Baekhyun was shaking and his eyes were bloodshot and watery. "Have you been crying?"I ask turning my head. Before I even finished asking my question, Baekhyun had scrambled out the room. 

I turned around to go after him before remembering my legs and how sticky they were about to be. I shut the door and shook my head, he's probably just being a baby about something. 

I peeled off my jeans and looked through the dresser. Only his clothes were in it, typical. I found myself getting more annoyed by the second as I looked through the boxes in the room for my own clothes. I took about five minutes, But I finally found them. 

After I changed I walked downstairs. I heard small hiccups coming from the kitchen. I followed the sound and sure enough it lead me to Baekhyun. He was sitting behind the island eating low fat yogurt. He glanced at me before turning his back away. "There wasn't any ice cream,"he said softly with hiccup. 

"Why were you crying?"I asked. Baekhyun tensed and didn't answer. A quick rush of panic run over me, what if he thinks I care? "Find out you left one of your dresses at home or something?"I said clearing my throat awkwardly. 

"Yeah, something like that."Baekhyun mumbled before getting up. He tossed it in the trashcan before opening the fridge to rummage through it again. I leaned against the counter top, watching him. His voice sounded panicked, "Need something?"

I thought for a second, "Orange juice." Baekhyun just shrugged and grabbed the carton. His hands were shaky as he poured me a glass, something was definitely wrong here. My stomach turned the more I thought about it. I think I might vomit.