25

                                    

                                          
previously:
"we have a party to attend to so stop blabbering and get out of my bed"
he demands before sliding his slender index finger down my bottom lip and getting up. 
                          
i shoot him a confused, angry glare as i shift on the mattress. 
                          
a party? what party?
                          
***
                          
i watch as Baekhyun heads to the door, his footsteps slow and calm. 
                          
my grip unto the covers slightly loosens once he is out of sight, a long sigh escaping from my parted lips. 
                          
i quickly push the sheets from over me, my eyes glued to my once bruised feet. 
                          
i'm surprised as soon as i'm able to see my skin as it was completely covered in blood earlier. 
                          
"he made himself useful"
i mumble to myself as i brush my cold fingers over my fresh scars. i wince as my fingertips brush over the bruise, a faint stinging sensation spreading through my foot. 
                          
i swing my ice cold legs over his bed, carefully stepping down onto the stone cold floor, goosebumps immediately forming on the surface of my skin. 
                          
my eyes search around for my worn out dress as i wander around the room cluelessly, attempting to ignore the pain still engraved into my poor feet. 
                          
"hey"
i spin around as soon as i hear Baekhyun's husky voice echo through the quiet room, a bit surprised. 
                          
i wrap my arms around my torso, in an attempt to partially cover myself up but i know it does no good. 
                          
he walks into the room, a ball of white fabric stuffed into the palm of his hand. without a warning, he throws it towards 
me, my fingers unconsciously extending or to snatch it. 
                          
"just put this on for now, our neighbors will help dress you up"
he exhales and runs a hand through his silky black locks, his eyes fixated on my half naked body. 
                          
i clear my throat and pinch the shoulders of the blouse, letting the remaining fabric fall down to cover my exposed stomach. 
                          
"okay"
i simply mouth while a thousand questions attack me. something about what he said makes me utterly uncomfortable and nervous. 
                          
***
                          
sorry for the extremely short chapters ): but this story consists of short ass chapters so i hope that you're used to it by now 😅😅