Baekhyun was lonely.
Waking up each day to his own image in the mirror, the dark circles that ever grew larger, and the oily mess of his hair. He'd drag himself to the shower, turning the tap on and letting the scalding water run over his calloused fingers as he waited for the temperature to regulate to something that wouldn't leave him red and burnt.
As he stood under the water, he wondered if he would get a happy ending, and when he looked around at his life; he felt further and further away from a good ending.
