Twenty-Five Years Later

Byun Baekhyun was sitting at his cubicle, watching the clock slowly tick away the last few minutes before he could finally go home. He willed it to move faster, and when the notch finally hit the twelve he could have cried with joy.

It was finally time to go home.

He quickly sprung from his desk and clumsily shoved in his rolling chair before following the flow of people to the elevators. Baekhyun managed to squeeze inside the one his friend, Do Kyungsoo, forced his way into. They didn't talk until the elevator reached the lobby because just breathing was hard enough since they were packed in so tightly. When the elevator doors finally opened Baekhyun always imagined themselves to look like bouncy balls spilling out the doors.

Baekhyun quickly jumped out of the way before the 'undertow' the rushing bodies created could suck him in. He inhaled a deep breath as he waited for Kyungsoo to join him, once he had, they were on their way.

"Would you feel betrayed if I left you for another job?" Kyungsoo asked as they walked along the busy sidewalk full of people rushing to and from work.

"That depends on how nice the new job is.... Because if you leave me alone to suffer by myself in that shit hole and go off to lead a rich life I will literally kill you," Baekhyun replied.

Kyungsoo laughed. "Duly noted! So, different topic! What are you doing this weekend?"

Baekhyun shrugged. "The usual, I guess . . ."

Kyungsoo sighed. "You really shouldn't. You broke up with what's his face a month ago! You shouldn't still be moping all alone in your apartment, Baek. It's unhealthy."

"Will you mope with me then?" Baekhyun teased half-heartedly.

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. "Hah hah! So funny. And you know what, we should go out together this weekend! It's been too long since we've had a guy's night."

Baekhyun grimaced and muttered, "Can we not? I'm not ready to mix-and-mingle just yet."

"Baek. Seriously, if you keep moping over him you'll never move on."

"But Sehun is so—-"

"Hey! What did I tell you about saying his name! Don't! You'll only hurt yourself," Kyungsoo said sternly.

Baekhyun sighed. "Then this weekend better be pretty fucking amazing, Soo. Especially if you want me to stop thinking about him."

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On Friday after another repetitive day of meaningless work Baekhyun actually found himself excited for his night out with Kyungsoo. They hadn't done it in awhile. Not since before Baekhyun's relationship with He Who Should Not Be Named, which was kinda eye opening when Baekhyun thought about it.

Oh Sehun. A seemingly nice guy with layers of secrets and bad habits; a cheater and a liar; a heartbreaker without a heart. Yet still, he was everything Baekhyun couldn't get himself to let go of. He was still —- even now —- entangled into his toxic web, and Baekhyun desperately needed to be cleansed. And he was hoping tonight would do just that for him.

Baekhyun was horribly fashion impaired as he grimaced at the sight of his closet. Sure he never looked bad but he also never looked good. He sighed and clasped onto his floor with a huff.

Sehun had great fashion . . . Baekhyun couldn't help but think. Mine is . . . subpar, to say the least.

He sighed again as he got up and pulled out a pair of pants and a simple white button-up shirt he wore to work. It was the best he had.

He got dressed slowly and styled his hair as nicely as he could before hailing a cab to the club Kyungsoo suggested they meet. Baekhyun hadn't been thrilled by the idea, but he hasn't thought against it either.

When the cab parked along the curb Baekhyun passed over the exact fee with an added tip before climbing out. He bit his lip nervously as he gazed up at the club, wishing desperately he could just turn away and chase down the cab and instead they could drive him back home for free under the claim of stupidity.

Because honestly . . . this was stupid. He hasn't been to a club since before and it was too similar to the one he had met him. He couldn't possibly go inside . . . He didn't want—-

"Baek!" Kyungsoo happily cried as an arm was thrown around his shoulders. He gasped. "Thank you for coming and not ditching my ass!"

Baekhyun laughed nervously and muttered, "I said I was coming, didn't I? How could I ditch my best friend?"

Kyungsoo grinned and forced Baekhyun to move his feet forward as he lead him inside. "Tonight is going to be a blast!" Kyungsoo cheered as they entered the club.

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It was not a blast. Baekhyun never realized how much he absolutely loathed having fun, especially when a certain somebody stood in the corner of the bar seducing another wide-eyed wonderer.

Baekhyun felt his stomach twist with barely contained nausea as he unsteadily slipped off his bar stool and approached Kyungsoo, who was shamelessly grinding on the dance floor. Baekhyun grabbed his wrist and tugged him from the hands of a stranger to pull him towards the back.

Baekhyun towed the incredibly drunk Do Kyungsoo towards the back of the club and shoved open the bathroom door. He dropped Kyungsoo's hand before stumbling forward and checking each stall before locking the bathroom door.

"Baek! What are you doing? That super hot guy was just about to take me back to his place! Ugh! You ruin everything!" Kyungsoo cried.

"Kyungsoo! Shut up!" Baekhyun snapped. "I have bigger problems than feeling sorry for cock blocking you!"

Kyungsoo pursed his lips and crossed his arms. "Are you done?" he grumbled.

Baekhyun laughed exaggeratedly and cried, "Hardly! Oh fucking Sehun —– My ex! —– is standing right outside flirting with another naive idiot like myself!"

Kyungsoo's eyes widened. "His here! Shit! I'm so sorry, Baek! Do you want me to start a diversion so you can slip out unnoticed?"

Baekhyun sighed heavily and shook his head. "No. I just wanted to tell you so that when you leave you don't have to worry about me when you can't find me. I'm just going to slip out the back door . . ."

Kyungsoo nodded. "Are you going to be okay?"

Baekhyun sighed. "Yeah. I'm just going to go home and eat a tub of ice cream."

"Awe! Baek," Kyungsoo murmured as he pulled his friend into a hug. He kissed his cheek. "Don't sink into a depression again. Okay? I'll come over as soon as I can."

Baekhyun nodded and stepped out of the hug as he wiped his eyes. "Thanks, Soo," Baekhyun muttered with a small smile. Kyungsoo smiled and kissed his cheek, giving his hand one last squeeze before unlocking the door and going back out to join his 'friend'.

Baekhyun sighed and left a moment after, being careful to stay in the shadows as he left through the back door. The door was heavy when he pushed it open; the night air cool against his hot cheeks; and—–

"Fucking tell me what I'm looking for!" Baekhyun heard someone yell.

He froze as he carefully closed the door before, not wanting to draw their attention, he quietly crouched behind a dumpster waiting for them to leave. He waited there quietly as he heard someone speaking in a muffled, almost gargled voice. The man from before said something in response Baekhyun couldn't quit make out, and then . . .

Bang!

Baekhyun began to scream when he heard the gunshot, and covered his mouth too late. The shooter heard him.

"Who's there!" he yelled in a very deep, commanding voice. Baekhyun felt himself shiver. "You better show yourself if you know what's good for you!"

Baekhyun stayed silent and unmoving, but when he heard the crunch of boots slowly begin to approach him, he had to make a decision. Taking a deep breath he slowly stood up, hands raised as he quietly pleaded, "Don't shoot."

The man was tall with black hair and dark souless eyes. His face held absolutely no emotion as he stared back at Baekhyun, and it was absolutely terrifying. And he knew, if he didn't try to make an escape for it, he would die. He also knew his chances of escape were slim but he still had to try. So he ran.

Bang!

Baekhyun's mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt the pain ricochet up and down the length of his leg, before inevitably they dropped out from beneath him. He smacked against the ground with a small hiss as he listened absolutely petrified as the person, almost leisurely, approached him.

Baekhyun saw them crouch down from his peripheral vision and a hand reach out. They brushed Baekhyun's hair back from his forehead before horribly smacking the butt of the gun across his head. Baekhyun was knocked unconscious upon impact.

Word count: 1487

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A/N: Hello lovelies! Chapter one is finally out! What do you think? It's going to be different from my other fanfics if you haven't noticed. 😂 I hope you liked it though!

Anyway, I am currently working on the third chapter and will post the second one in a few days. Thank you for reading, and please, don't forget to vote and comment. Thank you!

P.S. Sorry if there are any grammatical errors or spelling, I haven't gotten my editor to check over it yet and I was too excited to wait. 😊

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