"Seoul" BBH | PCY

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AN: I didn't realise how much I missed writing and posting chapters before posting Seoul tbh sidjdjfj I have a lot of fanfics in the pages app that I'm also writing on, but Idk if I should post them. Also this whole message board thingy is so annoying like I thought I had friends when I saw it but then I realised it wasn't on mine. Anyways enjoy this chapter!

Baekhyun's P.O.V

"C-Chanyeol?" I asked getting up from my seat.

His expression was still stern, but once I got the chance to look through his strong wall, I saw his tears starting to form.

As I tried to reach out for him, two guys all of a sudden came.

"Oh sorry, I don't think you should be around him." I recognised him and his voice. It was that camel boy. I don't know who the other was, though.

"I know you. Camel boy, let me talk to him." I demanded, but they just shook their heads, and walked off with Chanyeol.

Chanyeol stopped though, and turned around to face me.

"Why did you come here?" He asked while walking towards the table Miyoung and I were at.

"Because my daughter was hungry." I said softly, trying not to sound aggressive.

"Where's your wife then?" He asked again.

"I don't have one."

"Then let me change my question, where's her mother?" He asked further.

I curled my hand into a fist under the table, and Miyoung grabbed my hand to calm me down. She can and always have been able to feel whenever I've been pressed with something.

"She doesn't have a mother. Her mother left her at my doorstep." I said so low that I was surprised Chanyeol even heard me.

I knew he had heard me because of his expression softening.

"Can we talk somewhere else? You can bring your daughter—"

"Her name is Miyoung."

"Right, you can bring Miyoung with you too. Just so it will be easier for us to hear each other." I agreed on Chanyeol's offer, and we both took our food and walked to wherever Chanyeol went.

Must've been the staff's room, because there was only one or two in there, and they were wearing the uniform that Chanyeol also wore.

"So.. do you want anything? A beer, a glass of wine or a cigarette maybe?" He asked.

"No thanks, I don't drink or smoke anymore. I have a child that I need to be a good role model of." I explained.

He nodded, understanding why I stopped those things. He looked down to my arm.

"You.. have a tattoo now?" He said and pointed to my tattoo. I nodded, and pulled up my sleeve a bit more so he could inspect it more.

"So, what does it mean?"

"Well, it was the one that Miyoung liked the most, so I decided to get it because she's the diamond in my life." He nodded once again, and I pulled my sleeve back down.

I noticed that something about Chanyeol had drastically changed. His weight.

"Chanyeol, have you been eating these days? You look so thin, it's unhealthy." I pointed it out to him, and he just widened his eyes.

"Baby, are you making sure to eat well—"

"Don't call me that, you asshole." He snarled.

"Chanyeol it's obvious that something is wrong with—"

"Shut up, Baekhyun! I'm perfectly fine!" He snapped and slammed his fists down on the table.

This made my blood boil, and I snapped as well. I stood up and slammed my fists down as well.

"Don't tell me to shut up, and especially not in front of my daughter!" I yelled at him.

"Then don't rub your nose into other people's shit, you fucker!" He cursed.

I looked over at camel boy and the other boy, then back at my daughter, and back at them.

They seemed to understand what I meant, and took her out of the room.

"Don't curse in front of my fucking daughter either. I was just fucking concerned for you." I growled. He let out a fake and unconvinced laugh.

"Ha! As if you're fucking concerned, that's not what you were when I got back to the hotel room!" He raised his voice again.

"Now you're the one who needs to shut up, don't bring up that stupid ass night. Fuck, how come I thought I would actually get a chance to explain myself to you, but you're acting like such a huge bitch and—" I couldn't finish my own sentence, before a stinging sensation formed on my cheek, and my face was whipped to the side.

"Fuck you, get the fuck out of my mom's restaurant."