hurt | baekhyun ✔

T H I R T Y - F I V E

Articles about me and Baekhyun already broke up are buzzing in the media for a whole solid week that I made me decided to stay in my condo unit.

I stay close to my phone all the time to call the security to shoo away any paparazzis and reporters who have no shame to ring my bell all day long.

4 beeping sounds that echo in my living room are making me jump on my seat.

Who's the fuck that hacking my front door password?

"Yah! Who are-"

"What are you doing in here for the whole week? Watching netflix?"

"I think that I really did my best in telling you that I don't wanna meet you anymore, 'lowkey'ly."

"I didn't give birth to you to grow up like this! If you're going to act this way till the day you die, I'd rather kill you when you were still a baby! You better die quietly!"

"Stop nagging like you're referring yourself as a saint or something. Nag at yourself please!"

"My business is going down because of your broken relationship with Baekhyun! Get dress now! I'll arrange a conference. Clear everything up. Tell the media that you'll get back with Baekhyun!"

"Y'know what? Just get out of my house. You're drunk. You reek of alcohol."

"No! Where is your boyfriend, that Kris guy? Why he didn't do anything? Tell me where he is?!"

I sighed deeply.. mom.. don't ask me that question.

I lost contact with him for the whole week.

Kris where are you?