Be prepared for the end of the chapter :).

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"What? Chanyeol, you're joking. Right?" Minji whispered, refusing to believe her brother.

"You heard me. Those people hated on me for more reasons other than my weight and my looks. Min, I came out to my friends when I was 15 and they immediately turned against me. Just like what you're doing to Baekhyun hyung right now." Chanyeol's face was serious and scary. He stood still, his hands balled into tight fists.

Baekhyun continued to crouch on the pavement, feeling utterly useless towards the situation. He stared up at Chanyeol, surprised and happy that he was able to stand up to his sister.

"I can't believe this.. This is just a phase, right?" The confused girl looked at Chanyeol, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes dangerously angry.

Chanyeol shook his head, taking a step back and going over to help Baekhyun stand up.

"Its not a phase. Do you really think four long years of being gay is just a phase?" He said, his eyes blazing as he stared in his sisters direction. He never thought that she would react this way towards homosexual people, he always assumed that she'd be rational and helpful towards him if he ever did come out to her. He was wrong. So, so wrong.

Minji sighed and rubbed her temples. She turned on her heel and walked into the house, coming back out a few minutes later with her purse and her phone.

"I'm going over to Yumi's house. When I come back, I want to see the both of you gone." Both Chanyeol and Baekhyun watched as Minji walked away hastily, as if she wanted to get as far away from them as possible. That was when Chanyeol broke.

The tall boy ran into the house and into his room, slamming the door behind him and sliding down against it, putting all of his weight onto the door so that it couldn't be opened. Baekhyun ran after him, pounding on the door, begging Chanyeol to open it.

"Chanyeol! Open up, please!" He shouted, rattling the door handle to get the said male's attention.

"She hates me, Baek. She fucking despises me." Chanyeol shouted in anguish, his voice breaking. He was shaking yet no tears fell. His eyes stung yet he didnt cry. He couldn't physically cry and it frustrated him.

"well so what if she does? She can't control your life, can she? Come on, let me in."

Chanyeol still wouldn't budge. The voices were coming back again, though not as bad as last time.

Look what you've done. Now you have no one.

"Chan? Open the door. Please?" Baekhyun's voice seemed a lot calmer this time, a lot more soothing towards Chanyeol.

You dont even have Baekhyun. He's only here to sort you out. To get your head straight. Look at you, you're a mess.

Chanyeol leaned forwards and then backwards at a fast pace, hitting his head hard against the heavy wooden door. He hissed in pain.

His gaze moved to his bedside table that he had kept by the door just in case.

Do it. Cut yourself off from all the others. They'll just leave you eventually.

Chanyeol got up and quickly moved the wooden item so that it served as a barricade for the door. He could hear Baekhyun begin to rattle the door handle again, this time he sounded distressed.

"Chanyeol?! What're you doing?!" He could hear Baekhyun hitting the door.

You're pathetic, making people worry for you. Pathetic.

Now, the tears were coming back.

Jesus, you really do cry a lot, dont you? You're like a cry baby.

The voices were taunting and teasing him, driving him crazy. The shakes were slowing, but the need for pain was still there, growing by the second.

He walked up to the barricaded door and thumped against it slightly, gaining Baekhyun's attention.

"Hyung," He croaked, his voice desperate, "please just leave me alone."

Chanyeol could hear Baekhyun's protests from the other side of the door but chose to ignore them. He looked around the room and grabbed his trousers from the day before, his hand going into one of the pockets, pulling out what he was convinced to be his peace.

He held the small blade between his long fingers, staring at it. His face was blank, his eyes like empty voids.

He could still hear Baekhyun pleading him to open the door but it was faint, as if he was underwater or had ear buds in. He was oblivious to everything but the metal object in his hand.

Without a word, he pulled up his sleeve, looking at the previous red and white lines. He recognised the ones from yesterday, they looked bad, angry as some might say.

He ran his thumb along the cuts, pressing down hard on the most recent ones, wincing at the sharp pain the ran through his arm.

Yes, thats right. Good boy, hurt yourself more, then we will go away for now.

Before, Chanyeol had been oblivious to Baekhyun's callings until one specific plea made his eyes widen and his hand drop the blade, making a small thud on the carpet.

"Chanyeol, baby, let me in. Let me take the pain away."

Baby?