"So what the fuck was he talking about?" Chanyeol was already at the edge. He didn't like other people with his baekhyun. He hated it. All of it.
"Babe–" the older backed up as the younger looked at him with eyes filled with no other– than anger. Baekhyun knew what that meant. The moment baekhyun tried to leave, chanyeol grabbed baekhyun by the chin, making him look up at him. "Answer me." He said calmly.
"He was joking! I don't flirt with anyone! Calm the fuck down!" Wrong choice of words. Baekhyun knew what was about to happen. He was used to it. He didn't care. Chanyeol gripped Baekhyun's arm harder as he pushed him against the wall making the older whimper.
"Chan–" The older was cut off by a slap across his face. He die nothing. He didn't hit him back. He didn't do anything but stand there. As tears were about to fall, chanyeol let go while mumbling a "I'm sorry" as he slammed the door.
Baekhyun just stood there. It was his fault that he was in the situation. But without chanyeol, who would he have?
As soon as he sat down on his bed, baekhyun got a message.
From: my wife 👨❤️💋👨
Fucking tell me the asshole touched you again and I'll fucking kill him! I'm fucking done with his bullshit! You shouldn't be in this situation baekhyunee!
Baekhyun sighed as he put his phone down. He knew he was right. He couldn't leave him for fucks sake. It was hard. He loved him. Right?
Thoughts exploded into Baekhyun's mind as a tear rolled down his cheeks with one question going through his mind.
"Why me?"
