hello stranger ; chanbaek

hello stranger.

Baekhyun stopped.

He stopped believing in love.

At the age of 6 the young Byun Baekhyun experienced loud piercing shouts and screams, fragile items breaking against walls, and much worse. He would sit there, tears pouring out of his eyes as he stares at his parents fighting.

Though Baekbeom would put his hands over Baekhyun's ears the said latter could hear everything clearly.

Why did you have to go and have sex with another wom-

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Because of our immaturity we had Baekbeom! And since we were still stupid and you're a whore we ended up with Baekhyun!

Every night Baekhyun's parents would fight to the point Baekhyun got used to it. Baekbeom would enter his room and stay with his younger brother, no words exchanged just pure silence and pure warmth.

"Beommie?"

Baekbeom turns to Baekhyun and smiles at him, "Yes, Hyun?"

"My teacher said that kids are made from love and isn't love a happy thing?" Baekhyun questions his older brothers, tears brimming in his eyes.

Baekbeom sighs, "Yes."

"But why is mommy and daddy fighting? Why don't they look happy?"

Baekbeom fakes a smile, running a hand through Baekhyun's soft locks. "They just have a misunderstanding, just wait and maybe they'll fix their problem. They'll go back to each other and love each other just like before."

Baekhyun purely smiles, his small eyes forming into crescents. "Yay!" Baekhyun hugs his older brother tightly.

Baekbeom hugs Baekhyun tightly, sneakily putting a hand over his younger brother's ear. Baekbeom pulls away a bit to look at his younger brother fast asleep, a tear slides down his cheek.

"I love you Baekhyun. I'm sorry."

*

"No!" Baekhyun runs towards the open door, chasing Baekbeom. "Beommie!" His mother stops him from running any further.

Baekbeom turns around to face his younger brother, a tear sliding down his cheek. He weakly lifts his hand to wave goodbye at Baekhyun, "I love you Hyun!" He weakly smiles before being aggressively dragged by his father.

Baekhyun cries hard, pushing his mother's hands away from his body. He frees himself and forces himself to chase the speeding car.

But his small feet tell him to stop.

He trips over a large rock laying on the street, his world falling before him.

This is truly the first time his heart broke, the pieces never sticking to each other.

*

It's Baekhyun's seventh birthday, the only birthday that was dark and gloomy. Baekhyun's mother made her way to birthday celebrant's room to be greeted by a sad little boy sitting on his bed.

"Is Beommie coming?"

His mother quickly shakes his head, "He's gone now, living with your father."

"But aren't we a family? We should all be loving to each other."

Mrs. Byun glares at his son, "Not all families are happy and loving, and it just so happens that you're apart of one."