"Seoul" BBH | PCY

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AN: Look who updated! I took Seoul off of hiatus because I finally have inspiration to write and I'm so sorry that I left everyone hanging for a month I think? I'm not sure but I'm sorry :') I'm doing better and I've recovered mentally from the breakup.

Baekhyun's P.O.V

"Ah, shit— try to be more gentle, you dick. That hurts." I hissed while Chanyeol dabbed the cotton bud with rubbing alcohol on the wound, that stupid fall had created.

He looked into my eyes, and while he was doing so he pressed the cotton bud into the wound, extremely hard.

I immediately removed my arm, and if I wasn't angry enough, I was furious.

"I said, try to be more gentle, yet you pull this shit. Fuck you." I said. He just smirked, and let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Ha, can't believe you think you have the right to say that, the pain was just an extra fuck you from me." I rolled my eyes, and hopped down from the kitchen counter.

I walked over to the door, and started putting on my shoes again.

"Where the fuck are you going?" He asked, and I let out an annoyed sigh.

"To Narnia, where do you think I'm going?" I answered, and kept tying my shoes.

"Well, you sure won't get a lot out of that wound, other than an infection if you won't let me clean the rest of—"

"Just shut up, and let me leave. What we had was a mistake, and a dumb action from a horny teenager and a lonely mid-twenties old man." I growled, and finished up tying my shoes.

"If it was such a big fucking mistake, then why did you keep it going until the last god damn day?" He growled back.

I clenched my fist, but held back all the wishes I had of punching something.

"I told you, or do I have to repeat myself? Lonely. L, O, N, E, L, Y. Now let me leave, and don't speak to me again. You were the one who didn't want to see me after all." I snapped at him, and grabbed his door handle.

Locked.

"Unlock this door, now." I snarled.

"Oh, so all of a sudden you're not your horny self, who would never pass on a round." He laughed sarcastically again.

The temptation to slap him was on the edge to becoming reality, but I didn't.

"Screw you, I changed." I said. He walked closer to me, and trapped me between him and the door.

"I doubt it, honestly." That was the final drop.

I slapped him. Not that hard, but I slapped him.

"Suck my dick, now unlock this door before I break it down." I glared at him.

He turned to me again, and I saw the tears in his eyes. He pushed me, and unlocked the door.

He opened it and stood to the side, but when I tried to leave he gripped my arm and stared me death straight into my eyes.

"Don't fucking put your filthy hands on me." And after that, I left. I took out my phone from my pocket, and cursed at the now cracked screen.

At least the thing still worked. I dialled one of my friends' number, and asked them to come pick me up.

I waited a few minutes, and heard footsteps walk my way. Out of natural curiosity, I turned my head.

What I didn't expect however, was Chanyeol walking towards me with an umbrella and something in his other hand.

He shoved my wallet into my hands, and gave me the umbrella then walked away.

I just stood there in shock and pure confusion as to what just happened. My friend pulled up a bit after, and picked me up.

Even in the car, I was still wondering why he did that. The wallet was explainable, but why the umbrella?

My friend sat me off at my apartment building, and I waved at him, thanking him for driving me home.

I walked into my apartment, relaxed. Tonight was a night for me only. No kid to keep me busy. I didn't know what to do though, so I just went directly to bed.

Miyoung really did keep me busy, and I wasn't complaining. It was better to have something to do, than not having anything to do.

I laid in my bed, just thinking about life in general.

I avoided thinking about Chanyeol, as much as possible. We all know that is impossible though.