𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 10

Chanyeol was not sure what just happened, but he didn't like it. He assumed, perhaps foolishly, that Baekhyun may have feelings for him. That must been the reason why he did all of that for him, after all. Chanyeol figured that maybe an innocent kiss could pull them together, but instead all he had was a sobbing servant in his bathroom.

With heavy feet, he slowly made his way to the bathroom door, unsure of what he should do. With every sob he heard from the other side of the door, he felt his chest ache. Was this normal? Chanyeol was not sure what this meant as he placed his hand to where the pain came from.

“Baekhyun...?”

“Leave me alone.”

"......."

“It hurts when you cry....”

There was a brief silence before the door slowly opened. Baekhyun stared up at him with a tear stained on his pretty face, his hands clamped tightly around his body as if he was hugging himself. They looked at each other for a moment before Baekhyun let out a quiet sniffle.

“W..What do you mean?” he finally asked. Chanyeol had to be joking with him, or maybe somehow he was being mocked. That would just be the icing on the cake if Chanyeol was making fun of him now.

“It hurts when you cry. What does that mean?” Chanyeol asked simply. He had never felt love before, so thats the reason he was so confused about his new found emotions.

“Here?” Baekhyun replied quietly, putting a hand over Chanyeol's larger one. Their fingers intertwined ever so slightly as he left it there. After a while Chanyeol pulled his hand out and looked away, coughing awkwardly at the strange silence.

“I apologize. I shouldn't have done what I did. I didn't mean any harm and I certainly didn't intend to upset you....” Chanyeol murmured, his usual confidence already long gone.

“It---wasn't what you did that upset me,” Baekhyun replied quietly, moving his hand from where it rested so he could fiddle with his other hand.

“Then what was it?” Chanyeol turned back to look at him, but Baekhyun was too busy looking at his hands.

“Fear....” Baekhyun continued to play with his hands. Chanyeol suddenly lifted his head with his finger, looking him right in the eyes. This time it was filled with concern with a touch of confusion.

“Fear of what?” he asked simply, “Have I done something to break your trust?”

“Ah--no, it's nothing like that,” Baekhyun shook his head quickly, causing Chanyeol to take a step back, “You haven't done anything of the sort. It's others that have done so.”

“I don't think I understand,” Chanyeol went over and sat on the bed. He motioned for Baekhyun to follow and with a bit of hesitation, the servant went and sat beside him. Chanyeol was not sure if it was possible, but Baekhyun's wings seemed to have lost their luster. Did they change with emotion?

“You're not having a good night, are you?” Baekhyun sighed, moving the hair away from his face. Chanyeol swore that he was crying again, but he didn't say anything as Baekhyun continued, “Think about it, I was a prostitute, a toy. People would whisper sweet nothings all night long, but in the morning they'd be gone. They would leave me all alone but still, i get used to it.