Red Letter Days

Chapter 4: Wedding Reception

Baekhyun's P.O.V

    It was nearly seven in the morning and the sunlight was creeping in through the windows, Chanyeol had fallen asleep nearly forty minutes ago while I was on my phone. I looked to my left where he was peacefully sleeping.....shirtless. I blushed lightly and pulled the covers over Chanyeol's exposed torso. Sighing, I got up walked across the room to the master bath. I shut the door behind me and turned on the shower. While the water heated up I proceeded to brush my teeth and then strip

Once I felt the hot water prick my skin, a pit grew in my depths stomach. I reached for the shampoo, reminiscing over the nightmare I had experienced. My wedding day is a little over twenty four hours away and the panicked was beyond soaked in. I supposed it felt like drowning.

I massaged the soap into my scalp, my throat now feeling uncomfortably tight. The more I thought and the harder I tried not to think about tomorrow, the more difficult it became to hold back, tears stinging my eyes. I'm not ready, but I have responsibility, don't I? A responsibility to my parents. I rinsed my hair and reached for the bar soap. How much of my life I am willing to give up on my parents behalf? Is really all the money worth it? 

Chanyeol's P.O.V

I woke up to a phone call from my mom. She noticed me that her, my father, and Baekhyun's parents will be at the house before nine to help decorate the backyard for tomorrow's wedding reception. "just great." I muttered to myself; that's what I wanted my first thought in the morning to be. The wedding.

I checked the time on my phone and it said 7:30 a.m. Too damn early. I covered my head with a pillow and attempted to go back to sleep, but my thoughts drove me away to stay awake.  The thought of marrying Baekhyun in front of my horrible and pretentious relatives made me sick. Seeing all their  snobby faces , listening to their passive comments.  Ugr! it made my stomach feels gross. 

  I tried to think about anything else possible, but I couldn't seem to tear my mind away from the subject. 

Just then the door to the bathroom opened and Baekhyun emerged, nothing but a towel hanging off his thin hips. I watched him out of the corner of my eyes. "Morning," I said, sitting up studying Baekhyun's nicely tanned body. "Uhr, our parents are going to be here in two hours," I said, forcing my eyes away. I heard a small "okay" as Baekhyun faced me. His eyes were glossy, red, and sad.

Later

I groaned when I heard the front door opened and the sounds of multiple voices and foot steps. I peered down the stairs and saw my mother with my father beside her, holding a bunch of bags. Baekhyun's parents were behind mine, next to a cart with folding chairs. " Come on sweety, it's time to decorate." my mom squealed, shaking her fists in a little excitement. I trudged down the chairs slowly, " I don't know why you're so excited. Its not like it's real or anything." "Neither of our relatives know that," Baekhyun's father chimed in. 

"And whose fault is that?" I heard Baekhyun's voice behind me. I looked back and saw Baekhyun in an over sized hoodie and sweats, he looked tired. "Never mind that." my mom said, leading herself and my father to the backdoor. Baekhyun's parents followed pushing the cart. " I don't want to decorate," I groaned, shoving my hands in my pocket. "Something we can agree on." Baekhyun sighed. "This is bullshit," I huffed. " Complaining isn't going to make it any better," Baekhyun's eyes narrowed at me. " What's your problem?" I ask annoyingly. "You," Baekhyun spat, stomping away. " Calm down, princess," I yelled but Baekhyun kept walking.

I grinned my teeth and reported to the backyard like everyone else. My parents had starting hanging up string lights and Baekhyun's parents were setting up folding tables from the shed in the backyard. I saw Baekhyun by the cart that held all of the folding chairs, he was unloading them. I looked around to do something else aside from setting up chairs but there seemed to be no other jobs.

Reluctantly, I dragged myself to the chair cart and started unloading chairs. I set up chairs for three minutes without any problem until I bumped into Baekhyun on the way back to the cart. "Watched it," Baekhyun said shoving my arms. "Why don't you watched it?" I asked, shoving him back, hard. Baekhyun shoved me a second time and I returned it, making it sure to push him hard enough to make him stumble back. Baekhyun lunged towards me a second later, managing to land a hit on the side of my face.

"Hey--hey!" my mom yelled, getting between Baekhyun and I. "What's this?" my dad approached, an angry expression on his face. "Nothing," I muttered, walking away. I don't need this right now. I don't need to be around that little asshole. They can decorate this stupid wedding on their own.