Have you ever felt so unbelievably pathetic and desperate for attention, just aching for someone to notice your pain?

Byun Baekhyun has, and he desperately hopes someone will notice him.

FLASHBACK: One week ago

Baekhyun sat on his living room couch with an envelope of photos in his hands, and a shot glass of whiskey in the other. His eyes were red-rimmed with intoxication and the lasting effects of grief and heartache. He glanced up when he heard the clicking of the front door lock beginning twisted open, he put his glass to his lips and drank the last remaining drop.

He watched as his fiancé hung up her coat before turning around with a smile, that soon slipped off her face. She stared at Baekhyun in silence for a moment before stepping into the living room as she asked, "Is everything okay?"

"You tell me," Baekhyun slurred.

She sighed. "What should I say . . ."

"I don't know, you tell me."

"How did you find out?" she asked.

"I'm a fucking cop, do you really think I wouldn't notice you were having an affair?" Baekhyun spat.

"How did you find out?" she repeated.

Baekhyun didn't respond, he just tossed the envelope onto the coffee table as he muttered, "You really suck at being discreet . . ."

She picked up the envelope and glanced inside, she gasped before throwing them down as she cried, "You've been following me!?"

"I didn't follow you! Someone gave me those," Baekhyun said.

"Who!?" she demanded.

"I don't know!"

She scoffed before throwing her hands up as she said, "Then now what? Are you going to kick me out?"

"I'm not leaving . . ." Baekhyun muttered.

She rolled her eyes with a huff as she replied, "Of course not, you're going to kick me out instead."

"Well this is my apartment," Baekhyun retorted.

She pursed her lips before saying, "I just want you to know that I did love you when you proposed, but you're work is . . . I can't continue to love someone who is never there for me. I hated the late nights I stayed up waiting for you; I hated the worrying and fear of never seeing you again."

"So just deciding to cheat on me was easier!" Baekhyun yelled.

"I didn't decide that lightly, Baekhyun! It tore me apart and I fought it for a long time, but I just can't do this anymore!" she cried.

Baekhyun gritted his teeth in frustration and pulled on the ends of his hair, and then he was throwing his glass across the room as he yelled, "Well I still loved you, and now you've ruined everything! You need to be moved out by the end of this week, I can't see you or I might...." Baekhyun trailed off. "Just leave, please?" he whispered before leaving the room.

His fiancé stood there for a moment longer before, tears running down her cheeks she turned around and threw the door open, running away to escape the mess she had created.

END OF FLASHBACK: Two weeks later

The bar lights had been dimmed down to the lowest notch, and made it easier for people to be blind to their mistakes and to pretend everything in the world was perfectly in order without a single hair out of place.

Baekhyun wasn't so easily fooled, although pieces of him began to fall away after each new drink he consumed. Pieces of her face would blur; her dazingly, hypnotic smile would wilt; her bright caring eyes would hollow and blacken; and the aura that surrounded her would begin to fade, until every piece of the lie that made her, fell away to reveal the ugly truth hidden so deeply underneath. Her sick and twisted façade could no longer fool him into mindless submission; and he would never again be her puppet and the strings left behind were free to fly and dance on their own.

Freedom.

He never imagined how lonely it would feel . . .

As he sat at the bar drinking, eavesdropping onto other people's less pathetic lives, each new conversation made him feel slightly better. It was a twisted sense of comfort to at least know his life could be worse. But it felt pretty bad when he looked back on the years he wasted with her —- three to be exact. He felt so stupid, and as he lifted the problem chasing amber colored liquid to his lips and felt the strangely pleasant burn as it rolled down his throat, his problems began to shrink into something more manageable and he felt better. In his experience, alcohol was the remedy to most of his life's problems.

As drink after drink passed over his lips, the world began to dissolve into something new and beautiful. His intoxicated brain began to see hope, where moments ago there hadn't been. It was nice in the moment, but of course, he knew he'd regret it all in the morning.

He sighed and threw back another drink before sliding off his stool and clumsily weaving his way onto the dance floor. An from the moment his feet touched the floor, his memory was a haze of movement and sensation, and before he knew what had happened he found himself with his back pressed into the firm leather of someone's backseat.

Word count: 881

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A/N: Ooooh! How are you liking it so far? Please, share your thoughts. 😊

Also, updates for this story aren't set for any certain day, so I'll just update whenever but I promise never to go longer than a week. Fair enough, yes? Anyway, thank you for reading, have a lovely day/night!

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BunnyBaekkiee ❤️

P.S. Prepare your hearts for all the angst I never write. 😁😊