Be My Slave~ Kaisoo

Chapter 11

Baekhyun ended up leaving school early since he didn't feel well. He didn't tell Kyungsoo. He just walked home. But instead of walking back to his house, he walked a house down. He wanted, no needed, to know what Jongin meant in the morning. He needed to know if Chanyeol was ok or not.

Ringing the door bell, there was no response at first. After another minute or so the door opened, revealing a messed up Chanyeol. His strands of black hair sticking up in all directions, eyes red and puffy, dark circles evident on the flawless milky skin. But as soon as he spotted Baekhyun, he tried to slam the door shut but failed when Baekhyun stepped forward. His heart beat sped up, the palms of his hands sweated like crazy. He inspected Baekhyun, how desperately he wanted to forget everything and just kiss the petite male who himself looked miserable.

"What do you want?" He straightforwardly asked, not showing any emotions on the outside, keeping them in like he usually does. Baekhyun, at that moment, felt so out of place. "I want to know why you're acting this way, what did I do?" He asked, not moving from his spot. "Baekhyun, please don't play dumb. I don't want to go through it again". The way Chanyeol said his name hurt Baekhyun. It sounded so vulnerable, weak and given up.

"I'm not playing dumb, Chanyeol. I seriously don't know why everyone is acting like this. You're ignoring me, Jongin won't let me see you, he keeps arguing with me and Luhan wouldn't stop glaring" Baekhyun desperately explained. Chanyeol sighed. "Do you really think acting this way would help your situation? Well news flash, it won't" this was the first time Chanyeol had harshly spoken to Baekhyun and it really hurt the shorter. His heart clenched at the tone of voice used.

"I don't know what you're talk-" he was cut off. "You've done enough, Baekhyun. Did you really think I wouldn't find out about it. I saw everything that happened yesterday. Now please just leave" Chanyeol's voice broke as tears started to form, the corners if his eyes aching. "Y-yestereday?" Baekhyun questioned as the events from the day before entered his memory.

Then, it all clicked. Baekhyun was horrified. His eyes widened. "Oh my god, you're not- oh fuck. I can explain Chanyeol, just hear me out-" he was cut off once again. "Baekhyun, there's no point anymore. It's over. What we had is over. I know what I saw. So please leave" his voice wobbled as he said the words, a stray tear running down his cheek. The words hurt him more than they should've, he had madly fallen for Baekhyun and this hurt all way too much. Baekhyun's eyes widened, heart thumped against his chest. "N-no, you can't just, N-no. Yeollie, just please let me explain" Baekhyun desperately begged but Chanyeol shook his head, not able to utter any words as the lump in his throat grew. He bit his bottom lip to hold back from crying. Baekhyun's eyes leaked with tears, carelessly spilling. "C-Chanyeol, please don't-" his voice broke. "Just please go Baekhyun" Chanyeol let out as tears blurred his vision before spilling down his cheeks like a waterfall. "I hope you're happier" Chanyeol said before Baekhyun started to step back, shaking his head. Chanyeol closed the door as Baekhyun's eyes continued to spill tears, bottom lip wobbling.

This can't be happening, no, he thought. Turning around, he aimlessly ran across the front lawn and towards his shared house. Breaking up with Chanyeol hurt him more than it should've. Tears blurred his vision as he struggled to unlock the front door. He dumped his bag in the corridor and walked towards his room, crying.

His heart ached worse than any other break up. Baekhyun was lost. He didn't know what to do. As if the last thread he was holding onto just broke. His heart and his mind were confused. The uneasy feeling in his stomach only grew by the second as his mind replayed the events that just previously occurred. A fresh stream of tears ran down his cheeks as his lip wobbled. He climbed into bed and curled up into a ball under the duvet.

The salty substance running down his face made wet spots on the pillow as his eyes got heavier. Eyeliner stained the white pillowcase as his eyes finally shut close.