hurt | baekhyun ✔

T H I R T Y - S E V E N

I don't cry despite of Kris's missing in action.

I keep my mind in a positive mode.

That's why I'm wearing a leather knee length dress and a leather heel boots for him today.

I drive my mini cooper to his mighty office with a doshirak that I made specially for him.

Eyes are on me as my heels click with the floor. My dominating aura fulfil the entire hallway as the workers smile at me and duck their head with respect, or in awe.

"Can I meet with Mr Kris?"

His PA who is a pretty sexy girl flinches slightly upon hearing my voice.

"I'm sorry?"

"Is Kris in his room?"

"Yeah.. I mean NO! He has a meeting-"

Her panic state somehow making my adrenaline pump up through my veins. I give her a suspicious glare that make her cowers in front of me.

Before I know, I walk to his door and yank it open.

And my eyes being served by a disgusting view of a woman and a man making love on an office table.

"Wait Miss-"

Even his PA stops behind me, frozen and can't breath after seeing the same view as I did.

I duck my head, sigh and smirk at once. Okay Lee Hyera. Same old, same old. Here goes nothing.

"Kris. We're done. Enjoy your meal."

I walk out of the room after throwing the meal box right in front of their doggystyle statue, feeling empty and free.

I get use to this feeling anyway.

I can hear the rustling sound of clothes and heavy footsteps running after me but I don't care anymore.

I'm not enough for him. I'm ungly. I get it.

"Lemme explain. Hey-"

"How dare you touch me with your dirty hands! Go fuck that girl some more! Son of a whore!"

I don't need any spicy fact to say anymore. Those sentences that I spit on his face are more than enough.

By the reaction of his workers around us, I know that I'm winning in his own love game.

It's time for him to be the headline of the media. Goodluck.

With that thoughts, I shuffle out of the building with shaky hands and legs.

Ouh.. I'm feeling weird though. Why can't I breathe properly?

Shit. I need alcohol down my throat.