Want You Back (CHANBAEK / BAEKYEOL)

Ch.8

(b.b.h)

       I wake up with a major headache. I nearly forget what happened last night until Sehun walks into my room.

"Morning Baek." He walks in shirtless, which isn't anything strange for him.
"Hey Sehun." He walks towards me and sits on my bed.
"Are you feeling any better?" He asks.
"Not really to be honest..."
"I contacted your work and told them you were sick."
"W-Who did you call?" I ask.
"I tried calling that Mr. Kim but he wouldn't answer...I ended up calling Mr. Park. Is that okay?" He asks.
"Of course it's fine." We sit in silence for a couple of seconds, "I'm gonna go take my meds."
"Woah there Baek you have to eat before taking those." Sehun grabs my arm.

     I look at the box and I flip it and I see 'take after eating' written on it. I groan and slowly make my way to the kitchen and Sehun follows me.

"Sit down I'll make something quick for you."
"You can cook?"
"Kind of, but I can make some scrumptious eggs."

   I laugh and give him the okay. Sehun quickly makes scrambled eggs for me, he places the plate in front of me, I slowly eat them as he watches me, I quickly notice that he isn't eating anything but is only watching me.

"Sehun? Aren't you gonna eat anything?"
"I ate out while you were asleep."
"Oh."

      I continue to eat quietly, not because I have nothing to say but because I'm just tired.

   "What did he say?" I ask.
"Who?"
"Mr. Park." 
  "He just told me to tell you to get better soon."

       I'm still furious, not just at him but at myself. I let that happen, I let him do that to me. I let him hurt me like that. One thing's for sure and it's that I'm not going back to that place. I know for sure if I see that fucker I'd punch him in the face, which wouldn't end well.

     (p.c.y)

      I come home after my talk with Baekhyun...well, that didn't go the way I planned it, like at all. I don't think my talk did any good, probably did more bad than good if I'm being honest with myself.

"Did you ever regret it?"

Did I? Of course there were times where I did, I missed the guy for a long time, but it was my choice. No one but mine. After moments of pondering my phone starts to ring. I see an unknown phone number, but I answer anyway.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Park?" Asks a slightly familiar voice.

"Yes. Who's this?"
"I'm Secretary Byun's friend, Oh Sehun."
I freeze for a second, "Well why might you be calling me?"
"As you probably know Baekhyun isn't feeling well, he won't be coming to work for the next few days."
"I figured. Well, tell him to get better soon."

I hang up and freeze, he's still friends with Sehun hmm? I've met him a couple of times, he always cared a lot about Baekhyun, I'm not surprised that they're still friends. When I first got together with Baekhyun, Sehun acted supportively but when it was just the two of us, he'd interrogate me and make sure I was serious about Baekhyun, and at the time I really was. As time went by Sehun and I got along quite well, that was until what happened between me and Baekhyun. He even came to my house shortly after I left Baekhyun.

"Baekhyun is such a great person, why the fuck would you do that? At least give him some closure you asshole. Just when I thought we could become close friends."

Sehun did seem genuinely hurt, I had just gained his trust and I ruined that. That's also something I was especially guilty about. I should've been honest with Baekhyun, he didn't deserve any of that. Sehun was right about giving Baekhyun closure, but it may be too late now. So what if I told him now? It's not an excuse, and we wouldn't get back together.

  Wait no I don't wanna get back together.

   I shake my head, I can't think about this. I throw myself on the couch and massage my temples, this is too much for me. I can't play with Baekhyun! When I hired him I didn't think about it at all, I was hurt by our break up, and I forgot I'm the one that did it! I intended to mess with him and I did a little, but that was such a shitty thing for me to do. I hurt him! I hurt myself...

   The sound of my ringtone cuts off my thoughts and I see the caller ID and sigh.

"Hey mom? Do you need anything?"
"Do I need an excuse to talk to my son?"
"No no you don't it's not that, it's just been a long day."
"Aww it's okay honey. Do you want to eat lunch with us at home tomorrow? I know you love my home cooked meals."
"Of course I do, I'll be there for sure."
"Rest up for now. I love you."
"Love you too."

    After I hang up I decide to finally get changed into my comfortable clothes, I look at myself in the mirror and laugh, what did you do to yourself Chanyeol? I lie down on my comfortable yet extremely empty bed and think about my parents. I really want to do my best for them, I could never stand seeing them disapointed or upset with me, even when they try hiding it. In school whenever I'd get a bad grade my parents would say it's okay, you usually do well so don't worry too much about it, just do better next time! Although they tell me not to get upset, I get angry at myself for it. I guess that's how I ended up becoming a great student. But now that I think about it, beating myself up over my parents disappointments hasn't been very good for me after school, it stressed me out when it shouldn't have, it cost me a lot now that I think about it. They wouldn't care much if I stopped, in fact I doubt they'd even notice, but I just cant seem to stop myself.

I get up the next day a little late but it doesn't really matter, I do my usual morning routine and I quickly realize my hair is a mess. I usually have my hair neatly combed back with a little gel, but right now strands of hair are in different directions and my hair is nearly covering my eyes. But for some reason today, I don't really care if my hair looks good or not. It is what it is!