monster | baekhyun

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i wake up feeling slightly nauseous. i can feel my sore muscles begging me to sleep a little longer as i roll around under the silky bed sheets.

with my arms stretched out all the way, i come to the realization that baekhyun is no longer sleeping next to me and i immediately let out a sigh of relief.

the thick fabric that drape down from the ceiling hide away the sun, leaving the room dark and cold.

i finally force myself to stand up, my bruised feet pressed down on to the cold floor and i instantly fight back the urge to burst out in tears.

i want to stay as far away as baekhyun as possible, but my room is too dull and depressing to lock myself in.

the atmosphere is stuffy as i walk down the long trail of stairs, my eyes traveling from side to side for any sign of baekhyun.

my ears perk up as soon as i heard a faint sound of music, my body following my feet towards the melody.

i stop by a doorframe branching out from the living room, my arms crossed over my chest once i set my eyes on his slouched figure.

his shirt is lifted up, partially exposing his torso. i observe him as he looks down at his stomach, his slender fingers brushing over his new wound.

he hums to the upbeat song as he presses down the tape framing the thin sheet covering his bruises.

i find myself wanting to give him a helping hand, but i hold myself back from doing so.

finally realizing that he has company, his head shoots up towards me, his mesmerizing eyes fixated on me.

"morning"
he exhales, pulling his shirt down and i find myself straightening up as he looks at me.

"you seemed terribly sleepy last night. how'd you sleep, love?"
he flashes me a smile that felt too genuine to be true, his eyes sparkling as he pushes himself off of the edge of the table.

"oh, great"
i reply with a sarcastic tone, my eyes glued to his as i watch him approach me, his head thrown back as he chuckles dryly.

"no one knows what would've happened if you weren't sleepy"
he breaks our gaze, turning away to grab the remote control with a smirk plastered on his face.

i let out a sarcastic laughter, rolling my eyes as i shift in my spot in discomfort.

this boy's confidence level is beyond anyone's.

he presses his thumb down on a button, decreasing the volume before turning back to take a good look at me.

he eyes me up and down, his facial expression unreadable as he walks closer towards me.

"you should change into her clothes, no one knew them so you don't have to worry."
his words send goosebumps down my spine as he addresses the dead family currently lying still on their kitchen floor, next to us.

"i'm not going in that house again, nor am i wearing her clothes. you're sick"
i ramble on, words rolling off my tongue unconsciously.

i'm never going to put on the clothes of a woman i watched die along with her family.

almost immediately, baekhyun's happy facial expression drops and he knits his eyebrows together, frustration written all over his face.

i expect to hear cold and intimidating words come out of his mouth but i'm surprised when he suddenly flashes me a wide smile, completely concealing his angry facial expression.

"watch, i'm already predicting every move that you're going to make. soon, i won't be the only one you'll call sick"
he steps forward, his body only inches away from mine as he calmly speaks.