hurt | baekhyun ✔

T W E N T Y - F O U R

I already feels bad when Kris didn't contact me today and it has been a week since the day we met in the club.

And your mother just adding the unwanted salt to my wounded heart.

"You look even prettier. But did my Baekhyun didn't feed you well? You look like you lost too much weight."

"No. I'm good. It's just that I go to the gym for 3 months now. Trying to stay in a good shape."

"It's nice for you to do that. You're still young. Where's my boy though. Do you know where he is?"

"N-no."

Don't tell me to find him for you, Mrs Byun. Please~

"Can you tell him that I come here?"

Ugh.. of course you'll tell me to do that.

"Oh.. o-okay. Wait for me here."

My hand fishes out my phone as I storm out of the room and I dial your number manually.

I deleted your phone number months ago but it's become a habit of mine to memorize your number.

"Hello? Who-"

"Get your fucking fat ass here Baek."

"Who is- Oh. It's you. What's wrong now? You told me that-"

"It's not like I have a choice right now. Just come to my dance room. Your mom's here. Run. Don't you dare to walk. I want to go home. Pick up your own mom here now."

And I end the call.

Maybe it sounds too harsh.

Yes. It's not your mom's fault but I can't look her in the eyes for now.

She really likes me as her soon to be daughter in law.

She told both of us about how she wishes to have me in her family.

And I can't stay with her while knowing the fact that her wish will never come true.

It's heart breaking.
But I don't care now.
It's you who'll get all the blames.

Not me.