hurt | baekhyun ✔

S I X T E E N

It's hard to keep myself in the right track while your hands roaming on every bare skin of mine that you can find.

Your girl just stands at one dark corner, eyeing both of us in a maddening stare. Bet you that she is burning inside.

But it's your birthday today.

She can't be a kill joy right?

"Hello handsome.."

"Hey.. baby."

"Miss me?"

"Ughh.."

Of couse you can't reply. My hand just stroke once against your junior.

You seem like you're drunk already.

I am pretty sure that Adios Motherfucker is what you drank for the whole night before I came.

How do I know that?

Your breath tells me everything.

There's one good point about you, which is the fact that you still hate smoking. You do take my advice seriously about being a smoker.

"Stop doing that."

"Do what boy?"

"Your hands.. I-I can't.."

"Then should I stop?"

"N-no.. but.."

"Ugh.. goodbye then."

Well.. it's better for me to get away.
Your bitch is walking towards us anyway.

But I can't believe that you have the nerve to grab my hand.

"You can't just left me like this!"

"Oh really? You're the one who left me first. Deal with it alone fucker."

With that I march to the bar.

"Get a glass of Blue Balls ready. Give it to the birthday boy over there. He might need it."

Too savage?

Huh.. whatever.. I win this game though.
You shouldn't invite me to play game that consist of feelings when you don't have any chances to win over me.

Now.. tell me.. who's the pathetic one.

Happy birthday fuckboy.