When Things Get Complicated

"I really didn't want to know any of that."

I had to talk to someone about Taeyeon and the only person I could think of was D.O, since I didn't want to see Chanyeol, much less tell him about what was going on between Taeyeon and me.

"You know, Baekhyun, I didn't even know we were that close of friends." he whined, lying back on his bed while I sat on the carpet of his room. "I really didn't want to know any of that."

I'm not sure how red my face is, but I can feel the heat and pressure behind my skin. I must look like a balloon. "You're all I've got now, D.O."

"Obviously." he scoffed, sitting back up and glaring at me. "You turned your old best friend into your fuck buddy." My eyes widened, breaking contact with his stare and looking at the floor instead. "Now your girlfriend knows and she's more than a little pissed that you cheated and she's having her way with you."

I just nodded along with his words, hating to admit it.

"The worst part is that you're probably liking it." he continued. "Why couldn't you have gotten advice from Chen? I'm sure he'd be better at talking about this." The implications in his statement were clear.

"I doubt he and Tiffany—"

"I don't. The way he always walks on Mondays makes him look like he's got a rod up his ass." He laughed, though there was no joy in it. "I bet that by saying that, I'm closer to the truth than we'd think."

I shook my head. "Gross."

"You're one to talk. Kim Taeyeon is fucking you, not the other way around."

"D.O, I came to you because I want advice. Do you want me to go somewhere else?"

The smile that had settled on his lips immediately disappeared and he stopped all of his prior movements. "That would be great. I'm out of my comfort zone."

I groaned and stood up, realizing that sitting on the floor wasn't the best idea after what happened last night.