chanyeol stared down at his phone. he was now alone, his lover reluctantly left him alone to make the both of them some tea. while the loneliness consumed him, his eyes scanned over the hateful messages over and over again.

kill yourself.

worthless slob.

you do nothing for your boyfriend, you can't even stop your habits for him.

what's stopping you? nothing. just do it.

and much more.

he had no tears left to cry, he was tired. he had given up, he felt as though there was nothing left to fulfil him, to make him happy, disregarding baekhyun, of course. but the messages were right, he didn't do anything for baekhyun. the latter has been trying so hard to make chanyeol happy, to make him smile once more, for all of that to just go to waste was ungrateful of the taller. he was ungrateful, selfish, and worthless.

"hey, i made your tea, milky with two sugars, just how you used to have it.." baekhyun trailed off after seeing that his lover's attention was elsewhere. his eyes fell upon the phone, the screen was clear enough for him to witness the vulgar messages written on there for all to see.

"what the fuck.." he whispered, covering his mouth with his hand. devastation filled his body, as if he could see all of his progress crumble to the floor like rubble, as if it didn't mean a thing. everything he had worked for, cared for, put effort into. 

he lurched forwards, snatching chanyeol's phone from his hand and embracing him, "you could've told me sooner, i wouldn't have been angry baby, i just need you to tell me things."

tears. tears spilled from both of them, with the taller finally building up the courage to hold baekhyun back, missing his touch, missing his warmth.

a string of 'i'm sorry's' fell from his mouth, falling abandoned on the floor. none of them were accepted by the smaller, he didn't want to hear an apology. it wasn't his fault.

"come on," a sad smile painted the dainty boy's face as he gave the giant his tea, "drink up, we can sort this with your parents later, yeah? there's no point crying about something when it's unnecessary. you sit up against the wall, i'll put on a film. no need to talk, just let me hug you. let me spend some time, just the two of us without any burdens."

chanyeol nodded.

"finding nemo? i know it's one of your favourites!"

a smile.

a genuine smile emitted from the damaged male, for the first time in a while, he forgot all of his worries for a split second.

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"chanyeol? hey, chan, are you awake?" no response.

after confirming the latter was asleep, baekhyun's expression changed from content to determination. picking up both his and chanyeol's phone, he walked out of the room and into the back garden, bringing his own phone to his ear, dialling a familiar number.

the recipient picked up.

"low blow."

"you didn't like it?"

"how dare you, you know everything he's been through."

"awww, did i hurt the faggot's feewings?"

"i told you once before and i'll tell you again, you're disgusting."

"and i've told you before, i'll do whatever the fuck i want."

"not to your own fucking brother, you wont."

and with that, baekhyun hung up and stared up into the sky, just as the rain started to pour.