Whoever made that fanart makes me want to commit

Someone please give me the name of the person who made the fanart cuz i can't do proper creds like there's this little "GCdrb" or something in the corner idk

Can I learn how to draw too thx

I hope you enjoY! (lil bit of a short chapter)

MY BOYS EXO WINNIN THAT 5TH DAESANG IN A ROW SLAy

reread last chap pls thx

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PART THREE
"I N E E D Y O U"
III : I

Baekhyun had never felt so empty before.

The moment Chanyeol closed the door to his apartment, the brunet had fallen to the ground, his vision blurry and swimming with tears. There was no way that Baekhyun could've expected that Chanyeol was messing with him this entire time, and when he found out the truth, he wondered how he didn't notice it before.

He wouldn't have taken himself back either, so why would Chanyeol?

The ache in his chest only grew with every breath he took, his breathing coming out in small puffs before he started sobbing, his balance wobbly even when he was sitting. His palms landed flat in front of him when he leaned forward a little too much, the brunet blinking as he watched his tears stain the wood.

For a moment, he forgot why he was sitting there aimlessly, focused only on the little droplets in his vision—before he remembered why those appeared, and who caused them.

Park Chanyeol.

"Park Chanyeol, you bastard."

~

Baekhyun didn't know how long he spent laying on the floor, but it was long enough for him to feel hunger gnaw at him and coldness seep through his sleeping clothes. He was on his side, his cheek still wet with tears as he stared mindlessly at the wooden floorboards in front of him, watching how it seemed to stretch on forever even when it was only a few feet.

He didn't want to move.

He didn't want to do anything but sleep, but he couldn't do even that.

Whenever he tried to close his eyes and let unconsciousness take him away, he'd only be reminded of everything he thought was real.

Baekhyun let out a breath when he felt his heart throb painfully, shutting his eyes tightly when he was met with memories of the way Chanyeol would kiss him.

His lips were always so soft, and the hands that would appear on his face were even softer. Chanyeol was a really good kisser; in the way that he knew exactly what to do in what moods. One moment, he'd simply be pressing his lips onto Baekhyun's, a smile evident on his face—and the next, he'd be pushing the brunet into the sheets, grabbing his wrists and pinning them next to his head as his tongue tangled with Baekhyun's. It was funny that every type of kiss Chanyeol bestowed on him always left him feeling warm and mildly giddy, but now, the warmness only transformed into a blade of ice used to cut up Baekhyun's heart.

It felt terrible to know that Chanyeol hadn't felt the same warmth as him.

It felt horrendous—a twisting pain in Baekhyun's gut—to know that the entire time, Chanyeol had been the one wielding the blade of ice.

Chanyeol lied so many times.

Baekhyun had been lying to himself too. Maybe he had never changed in the first place—maybe he was still the nasty human being that he wished he wasn't.

Had Chanyeol never once considered Baekhyun as someone who deserved his feelings?

Of course he didn't, the voice in him chided.

And there it was; the bitter, resentful side of him that had gone into hiding for the past who knows how long—only to come right back out when the reason for its prison cell disappeared.

Baekhyun had regretted being with Chanyeol back in high school, but only because it gave him a taste of what love actually was, under the worst of circumstances.

He was an idiot.

He was an idiot, and Chanyeol was now somewhere without him, glad to have tricked him as he met someone that he actually deserved.

A sudden question hit Baekhyun, and he wondered if Wendy really was Chanyeol's girlfriend, and the entire thing about them being friends had only been a ploy to mess with him. Maybe Kris had been in on it too—hell, maybe even Kyungsoo and Jongin.

Chanyeol had so many friends and he owned a restaurant (which had been the giant's dream since forever). People actually liked him for who he was, instead of his status and riches. He was smart and nice, and he could probably convince the entirety of Seoul to give him ice cream every morning. He was better than Baekhyun in so many ways, and it had been proved over and over again.

This time was just the same. If Baekhyun hadn't become the idiot he was—believing that something like love could stay with Chanyeol for the past ten years—he would have seen this coming. He wouldn't have been lying on the floor, watching the shadows grow in his living room as he physically ran out of tears.

"It wasn't your fault."

"You've changed, I promise."

"I want to restart... with you."

They were all lies.

~

"Baekhyun! Open up!"

The said man blinked his eyes open wearily, feeling like a ten-pound boulder was currently right on top of his head. His neck felt like it had been through hell and back, and his eyes hurt because of how swollen they were.

He heard the knocking on his door again and it took way too much effort for him just to turn onto his stomach, pushing up with his hands and nearly falling flat onto his face when he overestimated the strength in his muscles.

A minute or so later, he was opening the door to Luhan who immediately burst inside, holding what seemed to be bags of groceries.

"Baekhyun! I said I would come over for lunch..." His best friend looked at his current appearance—the red eyes, messy hair, the line on his arm that indicated he had been laying on something other than a bed—"Are... are you okay?"

He dropped his bags the moment Baekhyun started crying again, his sobs soft but filled with anguish. Baekhyun was enveloped in a hug as Luhan patted his hair comfortingly, saying nothing as he swayed the two of them side to side.

The brunet thought that he had already cried enough, but the moment he was asked whether or not he was okay, his body seemed to answer negatively. It was hurting all over again, and Baekhyun really didn't care if he heard someone walk past his open front door, pause for a second, and then leave.

Five minutes later, after Luhan had to play jigsaw with Baekhyun's cryptic words, his best friend was threatening to slice up Chanyeol's throat, his gaze immediately softening the moment Baekhyun's eyes started watering again. It was pitiful, really, the fact that just hearing Chanyeol's name made Baekhyun feel such a deep sadness.

"I hate him," Baekhyun spoke through soft sobs, "I hate him. I hate him. I—I hate him so fucking much."

Luhan scooted closer to Baekhyun on his couch, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and rubbing his arm comfortingly, allowing Baekhyun this time to pour out all of the feelings he had spent crying about for the past who knows how long.

"He said he did it for payback. I never should've trusted him," Baekhyun said, his words gradually getting quieter as he leaned further into Luhan's side, his lack of sleep catching up to him once and for all. "I should've pushed him away... I should've forgotten about him a long time ago..." Baekhyun closed his eyes.

And right before Baekhyun fell into a deep sleep, he voiced out his biggest regret.

"I never should've loved him."

~

"You know, I saw Baekhyun crying today."

Those words—and that voice—stopped Chanyeol from whatever task he was doing, his hand pausing from its quest of wiping the cups clean.

Chanyeol chanced a glance sideways and saw Tao and Kris drinking idly, being too lazy and currently distracted to tell Kris to get back on the job.

"His apartment door was left wide open, and I didn't even mean to see it but I was just going to the elevator and..." the boy trailed off when he noticed Chanyeol staring.

The bartender pretended to be zoned out the entire time, jolting a little as he stared at Tao with wide eyes. "Sorry, what?"

Tao just gave him a weird stare before shaking his head and waving his hand, going back to the topic when Chanyeol looked away and pretended to mind his own business.

He now spoke in a smaller voice but it was quiet enough in the restaurant (it being 2 PM on a Tuesday) for Chanyeol to hear.

"That Luhan guy that's your friend, he was just like... hugging Baekhyun. Pretty sure that devil spawn finally got what he deserved."

Chanyeol really needed to stop eavesdropping, but it was astonishing, how hurt he felt when he realized it was him who made Baekhyun cry. And if this was true, that meant that Baekhyun hadn't completely forgotten about it like Chanyeol expected—or was just hoping, because he really wished that his assumptions were correct and Baekhyun was actually the bad person his mind had conjured him to be. If he wasn't... then...

The man felt something squeezing his heart and he nearly dropped the cup in his hand, setting it down a little hard and making Tao stop his drama-spree a second time. He didn't care though, for all he could think about was that look on Baekhyun's face—the one of complete heartbreak and betrayal.

Fuck.

Fuck, Chanyeol shouldn't be thinking of this.

Remember, you were the one who broke up with him.

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yOOO it's been like a month aye how's that for slow updating?

Le sigh today was my last day of performance and tbh I'm so glad it's over but I'm already feeling a little nostalgic

Anyway

This chapter was purely an angst filler and to like... remind y'all of what happened cuz y'know, ya girl hasn't updated in a month

Ain't it funny that legit the roles are reversed? Kinda love it. Throwback to II : II where Baekhyun had the exact same last thought as Chanyeol ;)))

And I'm sincerely sorry because this one-month dry desert wasn't just because I was busy. The first week and a half was because I was at an intense writer's block—yup, fucked up some shit and gotta fix it now—along with the fact that I was lazy as hell. The next two weeks can be blamed on busy-ness cuz it's trueee

Thank you so much for aestheticallyoongi for helping me with my homework, and everyone else that offered to do it too! Y'all are angels like I'd expect you to be Canadians (when ur lowkey racist)

Love you guys :)

P-Nut oot.

fuck mnet

(honestly gonna say this after every chapter whenever i'm triggered okay? my boys exo deserved that album of the year and song of the year and best asian style but ik that the awards are over and the winners deserve it too but it just makes me angry how much disrespekt mnet has like fuck you and fuck your plagiarism)