*
Baekhyun still hasn't talked to him.
Chanyeol didn't stop the car--- he might not have heard and seen him, and Baekhyun didn't have the courage to chase him so he just let him go.
Baekhyun's legs are wobbly and exhausted from walking and running all day. He feels so restless, like he just wants to sleep and forget everything. Turning the doorknob of his apartment and realizing it isn't locked, Baekhyun decides Sehun must be home.
He toes off his shoes, flicks on the switch, and heads to his room to change into a hoodie and pants. Just as he goes out of the room and is about to sit on the couch, he spots Sehun standing beside the counter--- wrapping a handkerchief around his right hand.
Baekhyun watches.
"You're home."
"I'm sorry."
"It's quite late," Sehun says, looking at the wallclock displaying 6:45 PM. "Where have you been?"
"I went to Chanyeol-sunbae's university."
Sighing, Sehun removes the handkerchief, reaching instead for the medicine kit inside the cupboard. He opens it and finds a spare bandaid to cover his fresh wound.
"Have you talked to him?"
"I couldn't see him. He already went home," Baekhyun answers. "What happened to your hand?"
"Oh, this," Sehun hides his hand behind his back, "It's nothing."
"Let me see."
"No, you don't have to. It's just a scratch," Sehun lies as he tears his gaze away.
Baekhyun goes to him and takes his hand, inspecting it carefully under the lime light of their kitchen. Sehun's knuckles are wounded and red while his fingers are slightly bent. Baekhyun runs his thumb between the spaces of Sehun's fingers, and gently presses his palm. It makes Sehun wince and flinch slightly because of pain.
"Does it hurt?"
"No--"
Baekhyun presses harder.
"Ah, fuck!" Sehun hisses. "Don't do that."
"Did you punch a wall or something?" Baekhyun asks, getting a cotton swab and dipping it in the wound cream. "What happened?"
"It's fine," Sehun mutters, trying to pull back his hand but Baekhyun never lets go, "I just got into a small accident."
Baekhyun dabs antiseptic on the wound before applying the wound cream on the affected area. Sehun stays still and keeps quiet, as he stares at Baekhyun's pretty hands tending his wound.
He can't help but smile.
"You got into a fight, didn't you?" Baekhyun says.
"I just had to punch him on the face," Sehun says, watching intently as Baekhyun wounds the bandage around his knuckles securely. "He's a fucking traitor. The two of them."
Baekhyun is taken a back.
"Who... are they?"
"Taewoo and Jisoo," Sehun replies, "They were our friends. I trusted them as a part of the Student Council. I never thought they would do that behind my back."
"I'm sorry..."
"What are you apologizing for?" Sehun asks, "It's not your fault, Baekhyun. It's all their fault. I'll make sure to clean your name."
