#hoping when i wake up i feel better like given the thoughts ive unlocked tonight probably not lol but. i can hope.

[thekidsarentalright]

^ im completely mentally stable btw

[my-emotional-self]

Dodger’s Vet

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, sick Dodger, Fluff

Summary: Chris meets the new Veterinary in town when Dodger becomes sick.  

A/N: I imagine this happening right after he gets back home from filming The Deep Sea Diving Resort so he has his longer hair and beard!  Oh, and I this idea just popped into my head. Should I continue and do a couple more parts?

You walked into the clinic early Tuesday morning, turning on all the lights.  Smiling, you looked around at your facility, delighted at what you saw.  It had been a long time coming, but you finally graduated from school and you were officially a Veterinarian.  Not only that, but with all the hard work you put yourself through, you managed to open your own clinic in a small town just outside of Boston.  

Boston is where you were from, but you wanted to move just outside of the large city and into a smaller community.  Your grandparents, bless their souls, gave you your inheritance early because they saw how determined you were and they didn’t want you to drown in bills.  

Luckily they were very wealthy, putting into the right stocks; that’s what you get when your grandpa worked on Wall Street his whole life.  Because of your early inheritance, you were able to pay off your loans from school, buy yourself a quaint little house, and also open up your own Veterinarian Clinic.  To say life was great would be an understatement.  

It had been a little over six months since you had moved to Sudbury, and just about three months since you had opened up your clinic.  You were nervous to say the least, unsure if your clinic would be a hit or miss in this small town.  But you did your research and saw that the closest Vet Clinic around was nearly 15 miles away.  

One of the things you prided yourself on is that three days a week, you were on call after hours for emergencies just in case.  

Because your clinic had been a big success so far, you were able to hire on two other Veterinarians, one a specialty in exotic animals also, and six Veterinarian Assistance.  To make things even better, your clinic was only a mile down the road, making it easier to head home during lunch breaks and feed your own brood of animals.  

Currently you had three dogs and two cats; all of them rescued or saved.  Two of your dogs you saved because people came in for emergencies and couldn’t afford the services.  They ended up leaving the clinic, and the dogs and you gladly worked on them and took them home.  They were both Corgis, both brothers and they had gotten into some poison at the house. Luckily you were able to save them, but it was very touch and go.  Your other dog was a Great Dane named Petunia; you found it funny how you named her such a delicate name for a big dog but she was your baby.  Your cats were also brothers and you named them Tom and Jerry as they were both rambunctious little buggers.  

Heading into your office, you looked over your list of patients for the day and smiled when you saw Dodger was coming in for a check-up and his shots.  He was such a good boy and his fur was so soft; he was by far one of your favorite patients to date.  

~~~

The day went by fairly quickly and before you knew it, there was a knock on your door.  One of the assistance poked her head through, letting you know that Dodger was in exam room three and ready for you.  

With a smile, you got up from your chair in your office and made your way down the hall.  When you got to the exam room, you gave a quick knock to let them know you were there.  

Upon opening the room, Dodger got up from his spot on the floor, tail wagging excitedly as he raced over to meet you.  

“Hi there Dodger! Yes, it’s so good to see you too,” you cooed as you knelt down, letting the happy dog give you kisses.  “Hello Lisa.  It’s good to see you too.”

Lisa chuckled at the dog attacking you with kisses.  “It’s good to see you too Dr. Y/L/N.”

“Oh please, call me Y/N. Dodger and  I are on a first name basis now so I’m hoping we can do that too,” you said with a smile, looking at the woman sitting in the chair.  She gave you a nod and a smile back.  “Alright, so just a check-up and a few shots today for Dodger is that right?”

“Yeah.  He’s got his last round of shots I believe and then he will be all caught up.”

Walking over to the wall, you pushed a button and the large metal table descended to the ground. With the help of Lisa, you got Dodger onto the table and you held him down as it moved back up into place.  

You checked his ears and his breathing, along with a few other normal procedures before grabbing the shots off the counter.  

His tail started wagging when he saw you grabbing the treats from the jar.  You handed them to Lisa as she kept him busy while you administered the shots.  He was always such a good boy, holding still for you.  

“And we are all done. You did good Dodger,” you beamed giving him a scratch behind the ear as his tongue rolled out from his mouth.  

“Thank you so much Y/N. I’m so happy you decided to move here and open a clinic.  Dodger is so relaxed around you and you are nice and close to home,” Lisa gushed with a smile, taking your hand in hers.  

“It’s my pleasure, really.”

“My son should be home in the next few weeks so if Dodger needs to come back for any reason, I’m sure it will be him bringing him here and not me.”

“Well I’ll be sad to miss you but please feel free to stop by and say hi anytime you want.”

~~~

“Just take him into the vet,” Lisa said, speaking to her son over the phone.  

“I honestly don’t know if it’s that serious Ma,” Chris said as he watched Dodger have diarrhea yet again in the backyard of his home.  “On second thought, he’s doing it again.

“Honey, I’m telling you, this new vet in town is amazing.  Dodger loves her.”

Chris sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “It’s after hours.  I’d have to wait until tomorrow to even see if I can get an appointment in.”

“Well, what day is it?” Lisa asked.

“Umm,” Chris began to say, not even aware of what day it was as always lost track of time when he came home from filming.  “Thursday. Why?”

“Oh good.  If you are worried about Dodger at any point tonight, know that Dr. Y/L/N is on call for emergencies.  She lives very close by to her clinic so it won’t be a problem.”

“Ma, I don’t want to wake him up,”

“Her,” Lisa cut him off. The vet that sees Dodger is female.”

“Ok then.  I don’t want to wake HER up in the middle of the night if it’s not serious.”

“Well, that’s fine sweetie. But keep an eye on Dodger.  If he suddenly begins to vomit as well, then you really need to take him in.”

Later that night as Chris was getting ready for bed, close to midnight, he heard a weird sound coming from the living room.  Rushing out of his room, he saw Dodger throwing up on the ground.  

“Fuck buddy, what is wrong with you huh?  Did you get into something?”  Chris began to panic, knowing he couldn’t lose Dodger.  

Grabbing his phone, he dialed the number his mom had given him.  On the fourth ring, a groggy sounding voice answered the phone.  

~~~

Groaning at the ringing of your phone, you rolled over in bed and answered it.  “Dr. Y/L/N.”

“Umm, yeah.  Hi.  My name is Chris and I’m the owner of Dodger,” the man on the phone said frantically. Immediately you perked up at Dodger’s name.

“Hello Chris.  Is Dodger alright?” you asked, trying not to sound panicked.  That was the one thing about being a Vet; you got attached to your patients so easily and with Dodger involved, you were beginning to worry.  

“Not really.  Two days ago he began to have diarrhea, so I withheld all food and treats for 24 hours and when I fed him again this morning, well, the diarrhea came back and now he’s throwing up.”  

“Ok Chris.  If you are willing to, I can be at my clinic in five minutes.”

“Yeah,” Chris breathed out, “Yeah I’ll meet you there.  Thank you so much Dr. Y/L/N.”

“It’s not a problem at all Chris.  It’s what I’m here for.”

Five minutes later you pulled up at the front of your clinic and raced to the front door to unlock it. The parking lot was deserted so Chris and Dodger had not shown up yet.  

Walking into your office, you put down your coat and purse before heading out into the main lobby to wait for them.  

It only took a minute before you saw a car pull into the parking lot.  Opening the front door, you saw a man with dark hair that hung just above his ears, and a thick yet trimmed beard, opening the back of his car door.

He picked up Dodger and carried him into the clinic as you held the door open for him.  Your heart dropped at seeing Dodger so lethargic, making you worry even more.  You quickly locked the door behind him.  

“Let’s take him to exam room one,” you said as you began to walk down the hallway.  

Chris placed Dodger on the metal table as you got to work quickly examining him.  You checked his breathing, along with to see if he had a fever. Lifting his top tip, you pressed against his pale gums.  

“Ok, so far I can tell he has a fever and he is severely dehydrated, which is common in dogs who have diarrhea and are vomiting.  I’d like to give him some water via an IV if you are alright with that?” you asked looking at Chris and waiting for his answer.  

He nodded hastily. “Yes.  Yeah I’ll agree to anything as long as he gets better.”  Your heart sunk at his words and you knew right away he was a great doggie dad; wanting to do anything for his boy.  

You got an IV into Dodger as he lay on the table; no energy whatsoever.  Once the water began to flow into his system, you grabbed a syringe and took a vial of blood.  

“I’m going to go back into the lab and check his blood to see if I can find the underlying issue to what’s wrong with him.”

Chris nodded his head as he sat on the chair next to Dodger and petting him.  

It didn’t take more than a few minutes before you came back into the room, removing your gloves from your hands.  “When was the last time Dodger had a bowel movement?”

“Ummm,” Chris began to say, checking his watch, “about twenty minutes ago.  As I was getting my shoes on he went in the house again and I didn’t have time to clean it up.  I just wanted to get him here.”

You gave him a soft smile. “Well I think you did the right thing in bringing him here.  I can tell his breathing is already becoming more steady from the water IV.  But I have a favor to ask you and I completely understand if you don’t want to leave him here.”

Chris’ brows furrowed. “What is it?”

“I think I might know what’s wrong with him, but the absolute 100% way to tell for sure is to get a stool sample.  Preferably one that is not much older than 30 minutes.”

“Oh….Oh,” Chris said in final realization.  

“Like I said Chris. If you don’t want to leave him here with me, I completely understand.  We can always wait until he has another bowel movement.”

Chris jumped up from his chair, checking to make sure he had his keys, wallet and cellphone. “No.  It’s really no problem at all.  I only live a few minutes away and I really just want to get to the bottom of why he’s sick.  I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

You sat down in the chair next to Dodger; not much else you could do at this point until Chris came back with the stool sample.  As you sat with Dodger, your fingers ran through his thick tan fur, smiling lightly at the dog as he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

Almost fifteen minutes later, Dodger perked his head up slightly, his eyes landed on you. “You’ll be ok buddy.  I know you will pull through.  You’re such a strong boy aren’t you?  Yes you are.”  Leaning forward, you let Dodger lick you, giving you kisses, completely unaware that Chris had heard and seen the whole thing.  

“I’ve got it,” Chris said quietly, not wanting to disturb Dodger.  

Getting up from your spot, you thanked him and headed into the lab with the stool sample.  Placing it under the microscope, you let out a sigh as your gut was right.  

Heading back into the room, you felt warmth envelope your body at the sight of Chris and Dodger. You were a good judge of character when it came to owners of pets and you knew Chris took the best care of Dodger that he possibly could.  

He didn’t realize you were standing there so you took a few more moments to admire the sight in front of you.  Chris looked familiar to you, but you just couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Giving up, you made yourself known.

“Just as I thought,” you said, walking into the room, arms folded over your chest.  Chris stood up, concern washing over his face.  “Do you want the good news first, or the good news?”

Chris’ eyes grew wide before finally letting out a sigh, realizing there was only good news to be said.

“I’ll ah, I’ll take the good news first,” he said with a smile; the first smile you had seen of the night; and boy did he look beautiful with a smile.  

“The good news is that I found out what is wrong with him.  He has Giardia.  The other good news is that once his IV is finished, you can take him home.  I’ll give you some antibiotics to start giving him, and you need to start him on a bland diet.  Start with rice and after a couple of days you can add in some cooked chicken.  Feed him that for about a week and then slowly start incorporating his food back into his diet.  He should be as good as new in no time.”

The relief was easily noticeably as Chris relaxed his shoulders; his hand resting on Dodger’s side as he pet his dog.  You walked forward and scratched behind Dodger’s ear.

“Has he been around any other dogs recently?” you asked, looking up at Chris; just noticing now how tall he was compared to your frame.  

“Umm, actually yeah. I took him to the dog park two days ago.”

You nodded, figuring that must have been where he contracted it.  “Giardia is very contagious, especially from other dogs.  In fact, humans can contract it as well.  It’s contracted through feces, or infected water or surfaces from feces.  When you get home tonight, if you aren’t too tired, make sure you clean up all the areas that Dodger has had an accident in the house very well.  We don’t want this moving to you.  I’m also going to give you a special shampoo for Dodger.  It will remove any feces that perhaps maybe stuck into his fur or anywhere on him.”  Chris nodded at your words, ready to do whatever it takes.  

Once Dodger’s IV was finished, you held the door open for Chris as he carried a now sleepy and relaxed Dodger into his car.  After placing him in the backseat, Chris headed back inside to grab the antibiotics and shampoo.  

“How much do I owe you?” Chris asked as he took out his wallet, grabbing his credit card.  

You waved your hands in front of him.  “Please, don’t worry about it Chris.  It’s on the house.”

His hands stilled, looking up at you with shock.  “What? This was considered an emergency. It’s the middle of the night. Please, Dr. Y/L/N, it’s no problem. No matter what the cost is.  Trust me,” he said handing over his credit card.

You smiled at him, gently pushing his hand with the card away from you.  “I can’t possibly charge you when it comes to Dodger.  In any case of emergency, I would have happily helped, especially when it comes to him.  He’s become my best patient,” you said with a smile.  “And please, just like I told your mother, call me Y/N.”

Chris gave you a sad smile and you could tell he was battling with himself over fighting you more, wanting to pay.  

“Are you sure I can’t pay anything?”

You chuckled, shaking your head.  “No. But I will let you pay for his check-up on Monday.  Does that sound fair?”

Chris nodded, giving you another graceful smile.  “It’s less than I was hoping for, but I guess it will have to do.”

After grabbing your purse and coat from your office, you walked Chris to the door.  Shutting off the lights, you locked up and you both headed to your respected cars.

You paused when you got to your door; Chris doing the same at his car as he looked at you.  “You have my number.  Please feel free to call if he worsens at all.”

Chris gave you a nod and a quick smile.  “So I’ll see you on Monday?”

Giving him your own nod and smile, you got into your car and headed back to your quant little house.  

~~~

After Chris got home, he laid Dodger on his dog bed and began to clean the house like a mad man in any and all spots that Dodger had an accident.  

Once he was finished he hopped into bed; his arm leaning over the side to comfort Dodger by petting him.

One thing was for sure, he couldn’t get you out of his mind.  From the minute he saw you, he thought you were so unbelievably beautiful. The way you took care of Dodger also made his heart race in such a desirably way.  He always knew that the woman he was with had to be an animal lover.

And then when you refused to have him pay for your services?  That got his mind reeling.  He couldn’t think of anyone who would refuse payment on an emergency service like this.  In his mind, you seemed like the perfect woman and he couldn’t wait to see you again on Monday.

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Superstar// Byun Baekhyun part. 4

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader  

Genre: Angst, fluff-ish

words:  2,646

Summary: You haven’t been back home since your career took off and you had a huge breakup. After traveling around the world, you return home to see that your ex boyfriend has achieved his dreams.   

A/N:  Inspo and found text from song: Hyorin x Jooyoung (ft. Iron)- Erase 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Ever since he first re appeared into your life, you started to notice him everywhere. It seemed as if his face was plastered onto almost everything you looked at. The guilt ate away at the inside of your stomach whenever your thoughts drifted towards the man. The ghost of his presence haunted you, a sense of culpability looming over you as you reflected on the past.  

The phone slipped out of your grasp, muscles weakening from shock. Your stomach dropped, hands shaking while looking down at the powder pink push up bra that was halfway pushed underneath the bed. You bent down, grabbing the piece of clothing from the floor. You might not have reacted the way you did, had there not been a name sewn into the underband. You stared at the initials for a few seconds. Your fist tightened around the bra before you stormed out of the room to where Baekhyun was laying on the couch. You threw the bra at him aggressively, slapping him in the face. He hopped up from his seat in defense, trying to process what you had just done. His expression shifted into a playful grin before dropping, seeing your watery eyes.

“How could you?” Your voice came out weaker than you had hoped. Baekhyun’s eyes shifted from you to the bra that fell beside his feet. His mouth opened to speak, but you cut him off. “With my sister, too? When did you even meet her?” you felt like the world was spinning and all you wanted to do was remove yourself from the situation.  

“I have no idea where that came from, I swear Y/N I would never do that to you” Baekhyun said frantically, grabbing at your hand before you jerked it away.  

You scoffed, “That’s what they always say, Baekhyun. What other reason could there possibly be for my sister’s bra to be in your bedroom?” you stared at him in the eyes, he flinched at your words. You weren’t sure exactly when you started crying, but you couldn’t stop. You sat down onto the couch, head in your hands. It was a pitiful sight, crying at his feet when you wanted nothing more than to experience the reverse.

Baekhyun was speechless, not even making an effort to defend himself or console you. You finally looked up at him through swollen eyes, “Are you cheating on me?”

It was a pointless question, since you already knew the answer. But you wanted to hear him say it. Baekhyun shook his head furiously, seeming to snap out of a trance. His denials were not enough to appease you, though. You stood up, ashamed of yourself for crying in front of him. You walked back to his room to retrieve your phone and purse, fighting off a hysterical Baekhyun before walking out of his apartment without a word.

After you left him, you assumed that you would get over him and file him with all of the other guys who chose your sister over you, but you could never. You could never group him with those men, because you loved him. You loved him sincerely, and he treated you better than any of your past boyfriends ever had. You could never shake the underlying hope and guilt that maybe he wasn’t lying, and you should have given him a chance.

Ever since you drove him home after your lecture, you were plagued with thought of the past. The burden weighed you down heavily, not helped by the impending finals that you had to prepare for. You found yourself checking your messages more frequently, on edge at the thought of a message from Baekhyun. You stared at the message that he sent to himself on your phone, wondering why he had done that if he wasn’t going to contact you at all. It had been 3 weeks since you had spoken to him and his intentions were unclear.

Thankfully your schedule kept you busy enough to keep your mind off of him most of the time. You finally found an apartment uptown and moved out of Areum’s place, but she still visited frequently. She did her best to visit you and make sure that you weren’t working yourself too hard, even though she was preparing for finals as well. Grateful wouldn’t begin to cover what you felt when she barged into your apartment with a bottle of strawberry vodka in one hand and wingstop in the other. A large smile was painted on her face as she hustled past you towards your kitchen.

“Put away all your work stuff, we’re getting wasted tonight!” she shouted out from the kitchen, gathering supplies for whatever she had planned. Excitement bubbled inside of you, it had been forever since you got a chance to let loose. Neither of you had work the next day, so you were free to be as irresponsible as you wanted. You quickly gathered your papers into their respective folders and saved the documents on your computer before shutting it, storing it in your work purse.

Areum started setting up the living room, opening up the wingstop boxes on the coffee table in front of the couch. You screeched as she poured a shot of vodka into one of the shot glasses she received from the kitchen, every muscle in your body tensing up. “What the fuck? Get a coaster, are you insane?”

Areum smiled guiltily before getting up to retrieve coasters from the kitchen. You shuddered at the thought of alcohol spilling onto the expensive wood table you just bought. She quickly came back with the coasters, sitting back down on the couch next to you. She quickly snatched the remote from your hand, flipping through the channels before settling onto a cheesy romance drama. You poured yourself a shot, downing it quickly- too quickly- causing you to cough after feeling the burn in your throat. After several shots, the cheesy drama that you were watching became a lot more interesting.

“What’s with main characters being emotionally illiterate, nobody knows how to say what they feel!” you pointed at the screen sloppily, digging into the hot wings.  

“God, you get so preachy when you’re drunk, can you pass the blue cheese?” Areum said, slightly less intoxicated than you, but still far past the legal driving limit. You passed her the blue cheese slowly, suddenly feeling sad.

“It’s not like i’m much better than them though, I don’t even have the balls to confront my hotshot ex.” You slurred, taking another shot bitterly, “He makes me feel bad and I want him to know that” you fell into Areum’s lap like a child.

“Text that son of a bitch then! Come on, grab your phone i’ll help” she shouted encouragingly, riling you up successfully. You felt especially reckless with the alcohol in your bloodstream, grabbing your phone from the side of the couch and unlocking it. You quickly found Baekhyun in your messages, huddling with Areum to look at the screen.  

You typed everything that you were thinking, eventually forgetting who you were even texting at one point. The rest of the night was a blur, you weren’t sure how many more drinks you had or how much more damage you had caused before collapsing onto your bed.  

You woke up with a pounding headache, but you were grateful that it was your only symptom. The light streamed through the window, letting you know that it was daytime, hopefully still morning. You slid off of your bed feeling especially gross as you were still in your work clothes. You took a cold shower before putting on a large sleepshirt and stepping into your living room. You were pleasantly surprised to see that you hadn’t made much of a mess last night besides a few dirty plates on the coffee table and empty shot glasses. Areum was passed out shirtless on the floor cuddling a couch pillow, but that was a fixable issue. The room reeked of alcohol though, and you were sure you’d be spending the majority of your sunday trying to fix that. At least that’s what you thought before your phone started ringing from the kitchen. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you walked over to the kitchen to see who was calling. The caller ID shone brightly in the windowless kitchen, ‘BAEKHYUN’ displayed on the screen. The memories of the texts you had sent him flooded into your mind as you stared at the name. You swallowed your fears and grabbed the phone, ready to take responsibility for your actions. As soon as you pressed the phone to your ear, Baekhyun’s loud voice erupted from the speaker.  

“Y/N are you okay? I’m right outside of your apartment, please open up” His voice wavered subtly.  

“Why would you show up here, are you insane?” You snapped in a hushed voice at him, walking through the apartment approaching the door, stepping over a sleeping areum. You opened the door slightly to be greeted by a disgruntled Baekhyun. His eyes brightened at the sight of you, causing you to notice how red they were. “How did you know where live?” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying your best to not wake up Areum.  

Baekhyun pushed your door open wider, “You sent me your location in text, Can we just talk inside?” You pushed his chest before he could step inside, gesturing to him to keep quiet. His face twisted in confusion, glancing behind you to see a half naked Areum asleep on the ground.

“Listen, I don't remember exactly what I said to you last night, but I was drunk and I probably didn’t mean it, so i’m going to need you to leave.” You said as firmly as you could, he seemed hurt, but you weren’t concerned about his feelings at the moment. You wanted to cut him off and move on, even if you had failed at it in the past, you were going to have to manage. His gaze was intense on you, taking in your presence as you stood in front of him. The tenseness of the situation was palpable. Before the silence could become awkward, you heard a raspy voice from behind you.

“Who’s that at the door?” before Areum could get any closer, you slipped out of the door, shutting it behind you. You grabbed Baekhyun by the wrist and made a break for it down the hall in your slippers. You yanked him into the stairwell with you, trying your best not get spotted.  

“Okay, we can talk, but it has to be somewhere private” Baekhyun simply nodded, gesturing for you to follow him before walking down the stairs to the door that leads to the parking lot. Before opening the door, he tilted his hat downward and slipped on his facemask, presumably to avoid being recognized. But it only made his celebrity status more obvious in your opinion.

You found yourself in his car staring at the carpeted foot mat, taking in the words he spat out as if was nothing. “When you text me last night, I dropped everything and drove here. Even if you didn’t mean it, i’m still willing to try” he grabbed at your hand gently, strocking your knuckles softly. You looked at him incredelously, confused as to what you could have sent him to warant this response.  His stare was intense as he watched you pull out your phone, opening to the messages.  Your jaw dropped reading the messages, as you only recalled writing a few of them.

Y/N: Ur mean and u make me feel bad

Y/N: but i miss u, why dont u call?  

Y/N: why did u have to get famous? I want u to feel bad too

Y/N: Come here and face me coward

You started sharing your location with Byun Baekhyun

Y/N: I hate u, dont ever tell me u love me

Y/N: Dont lie like that

Y/N: I love yu and u love to lie   

Y/N: I mean nothing to you, I know and I can feel it.

You cringed as you read the messages over, disturbed that you had went to the length of sending him your location. You slammed your back into the seat in frustation, sighing loudly. The most painful part of the situation was the fact that you had meant everything.

“Don’t think too hard about it, we could never work” you spoke in an exasperated tone, facing him once again.  

“Why not? I’m telling you i never-”

“It’s not just that!” you snapped at him, making him flitch in response. “Alot has changed, you have alot of eyes on you, we both have careers and I’m not willing to flip my life around just to cater to someone who won’t even stay faithful.” you continued, holding eye contact with him. “Don’t worry about me or my feelings, I’ll erase my love for you. Just worry about yourself” You hurt him with your words, you could tell. His eyes were full of emotion that you chose to emotion.

“How clear do I have to make it for you to understand that I love you? When you left I couldn’t forget you, I never stopped missing you and wanting to be with you” He said, searching for something in your eyes.

“I’m sick of the same words, stop talking about the past, stop pretending to be nice” a tear rolled down past your nose, your words cut like a knife and you didn’t dare look back at Baekhyun. You stepped out of his car, walking back towards your apartment building without looking back. You almost reached the door before you were yanked backwards into a hard surface. You were enveloped in the warm embrace of the man you resented most. His arms wrapped comfortably around your torso, with his head pressed gently in the crook of your neck. You melted into his touch, letting your tears fall freely.  

“Please don’t go” he whispered, holding you even closer. You felt a stab of guilt at his words, turning around in his arms to face him. His eyes were red and puffy, even more than they had been when you first opened your door for him. You brought your hand to his cheek, tracing it softly before placing a soft kiss onto his lips. You had meant it to be a goodbye, a small, simple farewell and you would turn and walk away. But you couldn’t let go, and he wouldn’t let you. You were soon enveloped in him, and somehow you had managed to get back into his car.

Things had a habit of moving fast when you were with Baekhyun, and this time was no different. It took almost a twenty minutes of making out in the backseat before his phone started ringing. He grunted, fishing his cellphone out of his jean pocket.

“What do you want?” he snapped at the person on the other line while you sat on his lap awkwardly. His eyes went wide as the voice yelled back at him, you couldnt make out the words exactly but it seemed serious. He hung up the phone after muttering apologies to the person who had been shouting at him. “I’m so sorry, I’m late for a shoot and I look like shit. I have to go but I swear I’ll call you later to check in” he spoke nervvously, watching your face carefully.

You simply shrugged, sliding off of his lap, “See you around then” you said as nonchalantly as you possibly could, opening the door and stepping out into the direction of your apartment. As you opened the door to the building, you heard Baekhyun speed off towards destination, making you sigh involuntarily. Baekhyun was always your biggest cause of stress.