Seconds felt like hours to Chanyeol, something in his chest was hurting. It just hurt so much, he didn't know why. None of his exes gave him this feeling, whenever he saw them, but Baekhyun was obviously something else. He just looked at them, not caring if he got noticed or not. But then Baekhyun's eyes slid towards his direction, staring right at him.

Both looked at each other, Baekhyun's smile faded. Why did his smile fade as soon as he looked at Chanyeol? Wasn't Chanyeol a reason to smile? Was he a reason to stop smiling? To stop laughing? To stop being happy?

That's what Chanyeol was thinking in the three seconds that passed. But way more hurtful was the fact that Baekhyun just looked away, without saying a single word. He probably was ashamed of meeting him in public, or of being his ex.

''Chanyeol, let's leave.'' His mother said, patting his shoulder and standing up. The broken-hearted Boy only nodded and followed his mother, facing the ground.

Just when he was about to leave the shop, he turned around and managed to walk towards Baekhyun, who was now looking at him with widened eyes.

''Is that all? All you can do right now? Not even speaking a word to me, not facing me, ignoring me and my Feelings! Smiling, laughing with some other guy and totally avoiding my presence? I expected more from you, Baekhyun. I really-''

''Chanyeol?'' The voice of his mother pulled him back to reality.

The reality, that he was outside of the shop, standing there in pure silence. He never turned around, nor spoke to Baekhyun, he just wish he could, but he just couldn't man up. Chanyeol didn't even reply to his mother and just walked away.

''And you really suffered for him.'' His mother laughed bitterly. ''Look at what he was doing, living his life! You should do that as well, focussing on the good things in life.''

But were there any good things, beside him?

''Mother, I'm tired okay.''

''Chanyeol, I just want-''

''Stop annoying me.'' His voice raised, he sounded angry and obviously annoyed. Without any words falling he walked towards his room, sitting down, legs crossed, arms folded, staring at a certain point on the ground, thinking about what just happened.

Once again days passed, Baekhyun was spending more and more time with his friend Sehun. The weather was getting cold, grass started freezing, car windows were iced over.

A sound popped up from his little mac book, it was a notification from his blog. One of his followers once again wrote a message, asking when he will update a new story. It wasn't annoying, it just hurt a little because he knew that he wasn't going to update anything.

It would be a great story, a great success, but did he have Chanyeol's permition? He did, but he didn't have an ending, not even any Logical Explanation for the situation, it would be weird to publish something without having an ending planned, right?

Well, Baekhyun didn't care too much. He started typing about the rich innocent fuckboy. Fuckboy you say? Yes, that's what Baekhyun called him, he didn't know what Chanyeol was, or what Chanyeol felt, so he just thought about how other people would call someone who was changing his relationships every single month, without having any romantic feelings towards these people.

While typing he tried to Analyse why Chanyeol was doing that, the question he had since he saw him the first time and still he got answer towards it. Do you guys know what's going on in his head? Baekhyun typed These last words before clicking the publishing button.

Half of an hour passed, People were commenting like wild, other screamed for the next chapter, others were writing down their suggestions, thoughts, needs. Baekhyun smiled, his followers didn't leave him hanging, they were still active like in the beginning, that's what he called true fans.

Baekhyun smiled,scrolling through the comment section until he got a call, he picked up without thinking twice.

''Rich fuckboy, huh?'' He heard a raspy, slightly angry but yet calm voice.

We all know who this voice belongs too and that's what makes it even scarier.

''Chanyeol?'' Baekhyun asked.

''Oh,wow. Didn't think you'd know my name. So, fuckboy, huh?'' He sounded even more angry. Chanyeol and angry? That was weird. ''I once told you, not to judge about people and all, do you even listen to people once?''

Baekhyun didn't know what to answer.

''Of course you don't. The only fucking thing you know is how to manipulate people to gain their motherfucking  trust so you can use their struggles for your scruffy blog, because Mr. My life is so boring so let me use yours to gain fame doesn't care a bit about the feelings of others.''

''Are you drunk?'' Baekhyun asked calmly, he didn't want to push Chanyeol too hard.

''No, but I'm freaking filled with anger and last but not least dissapointment.'' His voice faded, he started almost whispering. ''I really thought you were the first one after, that for once cared what I was thinking, caring for how I was feeling. . first to care that I am living.''

After?

''You know what, you can use whatever the fuck you want about my life, because in the end no of that shows what really was. .or is going on.''

Beep, Beep, Beep.

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Poor drunk chanyeeoo