byun baekhyun looked at himself in the mirror, his messy hair, his crumpled shirt, his weary eyes, and lastly the scar on his face.
if it weren't for taeyeon, or taerin, as baekhyun knew. it wouldn't heal. but because the girl really wanted to heal the wound on his face.

he smiled not because of the bandage that reminded him of taeyeon but because of the concern that she dropped at him. she really wanted to help baekhyun and it hurts seeing him having a wound on his face. he didn't know why she acted like a mother to him that way, the concern in her eyes everytime baekhyun looked down and didn't want to see her.

he heaved a sigh and composed himself before going out of the bathroom, greeting his mother with a forced smile.
son, is your wound okay now? his mother asked with a worried tone.
he stopped at his tracks and faced his mother. yeah mum.

okay is there anything you want to do now? his mother asked.

mom, i have a question

on the other hand, taeyeon is feeling nothing. emptiness. she is laying in the bed hugging the pillow so tight that she buried her face in it. it was marked by tears. the night is cold and dark, yet
the girl is sobbing quietly in the pillow. it was heard at middle of the night, letting all the pain in her heart into small muflled cries.

she can't sleep, so she tosssed and turn on the other side of the bed forcing herself to fall asleep. but to its dismay, she couldn't. it was so hard for herself to bottle up all this problems at once, she felt like she could burst into small pieces and dissapear.

she tried and tried to fall asleep but she couldn't, something is bothering her. right now, her mind is a mess. she couldn't think completely. and that's it, her patience had come into a small thin line, she couldn't hold it anymore.

taeyeon didn't think she would done it that way, maybe her thoughts are just messed up that's why she did that. she was tired of enduring the pain for too long so she just let herself drown in the ocean, even though it's easy for her to save herself.

this is it, she was tired of it. she stood up and a got something out from the bathroom, a tiny blade, she can see it reflecting the light from the window, the tiny thing in her hands, her mom and her brother unbeknowst of what she did in the middle of the night.

she slit the tiny object watching it as it made a long narrow cut in her wrist, the blood flowed down slowly and she watched as she bit her lip for doing so. from her childhood, she was always reminded to take care of herself and never harm it, she grew thinking that maybe the people who are hurting themselves are crazy. but now she was doing it too.

the blood continued to flow as she slit tiny lines in her wrist, she endured the pain that she got and finally threw the blade away. away from her. the pain was too much, she didn't knew she cut it that deep, all she knows is that she's hurting herself. she knows that it's bad, and she's not caring for the outcome that will happen, but she knew that it will deeply hurt. and now she's paying for it.