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Part 3 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)
Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)
Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.
Word Count: 3,896
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You stood there staring at each other. She was pale; the palest shade of pale that you had ever come across. She was wearing a shirt that you had bought Sehun when you went to Disney land Florida last year with Jongdae and Minseok. It had an image of a washed out and faded Mickey mouse on the front and it was the only thing with colour that Sehun would wear, he went a week without washing it once and you told him it was time to take it off or you’d throw it away, it began to smell rancid. Sehun was no longer a small boy and so his perspiration smelt ‘manly’ to put it in the nicest terms. You were slightly angry seeing someone else wearing it and it was not doing anything to help the mood you were already in.
“I said who the fuck are you?” The girl in front of you hissed taking a step closer to you. She smelt like perfume and peppermints, her eyes were thin slits as they stared angrily at you she gripped her phone tighter in her hand as she continued to slowly advance in your direction. You smelt damp and you realised that you had walked into Sehun’s apartment with dirty wet shoes. He’d kill you for that if he saw it.
“I’m a friend of the man who owns this apartment, who are you and how did you get in here?” You frowned at her trying to show that you weren’t intimidated but deep down you were. She was uninviting and quite scary her jaw was set and her face blank and menacing almost like Sehun. In fact just like Sehun. Who the fuck was she? She scoffed at your question as if you didn’t have the authority to ask her.
“How the fuck did you
get in here. I’ve never heard about you.” She was stood directly in front of
you now, her forehead was pressed up against yours, you tried to hold your
ground but the two of you spun around to look at the door when you heard it
It was Sehun.
He closed the door behind him silently. He looked up at the both of you and frowned.
“What’s going on?” He breathed. “And why are you in my house?”
“I don’t know.” You piped up walking closer to him “I just got here and she was just standing here, wearing your clothes and I –”
“I’m not talking about her. I was talking to you.” Sehun’s eyes were slits just like hers as he turned to face you. Why wasn’t he shocked to see this random woman in his house, why were you the issue?
“I- I came to see you…” You stuttered staring at Sehun in confusion, you really didn’t understand what was going on.
“Did I not give you a spare key for emergency reasons?” He hissed walking ever so slowly closer to you. You nodded. “Right, and is this an emergency situation Y/N?” His eyes focused on your form as you stood there quietly, this wasn’t an emergency, but that wasn’t the point. You followed his gaze as it looked down at the muddy water that you had brought into the house with you, his face twisted in anger and disgust as he clawed at his jeans with his fingers.
“Get… out of my house…” He breathed, letting out a shaky breath through his nostrils.
“I SAID GET OUT!” He shrieked slamming his hand against the wall. His face wasn’t blank anymore you could actually see anger and it was the first time in a long while that you had seen Sehun like this, you blinked at him and quickly made your way to the door not bothering to turn back you exited the apartment and made your way home. You lived a twenty minute drive from Sehun, but walking it was 40 minutes; walking in the freezing rain with a dress and no tights however felt like it was an eternity. You walked miserably through puddles and cursed every time the dirty water made its way up your legs and under your dress. Your phone began to buzz in your bag but you decided to ignore it since you didn’t want the rain to ruin it.
When you eventually got home your hair was completely soaked and so was your dress. You looked like a depressed wet dog and your mother took no time in making it known.
“Goodness me what happened to you? You look like trash.” She raised a brow at you as she poked her head up from behind the newspaper she had propped up against the wall on the table. A steaming cup of herbal tea in her hand. She took a sip from her cup as she stared at you in wonder.
“Thanks mum.” You smiled at her sarcastically as you kicked your shoes off to the side.
“You didn’t get a lift from Baekhyun today?” Your mum asked as she focused her gaze back on the newspaper. Ughh Byun Baekhyun, you didn’t want to think about him. You let out a heavy sigh and walked up the stairs.
“Trouble in paradise?” Your mum called up the stairs after
you and you could almost hear the smile on her face. Why did she refer to
Baekhyun as though he were your husband it really stressed you out plus it made
you feel more inclined and entitled to like him when really you wanted to throw
those thoughts into the deepest darkest parts of your head or maybe out of your
You had to get out of these wet clothes before you caught a cold though so you went straight to the bathroom so that you could take a steamy shower and changed into a comfy grey tracksuit.
“Y/N! Your bag is buzzing! I’ve also stocked up the food with fridge!” Your mum called up the stairs again. You forgot about your phone and wondered who could be calling you. You raced down the stairs and walked over to where you had dropped your bag on the floor fishing for your phone in the small compartment. You saw 7 missed calls and 3 messages. All from Byun Baekhyun. You rolled your eyes you weren’t going to call him back because you were most definitely not in the mood to speak to him. You swiped on the screen so you could unlock it and read the messages he sent.
‘Y/N I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t ignore me, please pick up.’
‘I need to talk to you Y/N answer the phone please. Just don’t be mad at me.’
You rolled your eyes as you dropped your phone on the table beside your mum. Walking into the kitchen you rummaged around in the fridge for some food and soon decided to settle on a tuna and sweet corn sandwich. You stared out of the window as you ate; the weather was absolutely horrible the rain was gushing down. You still couldn’t believe that Sehun had kicked you out of his apartment like that and who was that girl wearing his clothes. Obviously he knew her since he didn’t bat an eyelid. Whoever she was, he’d never mentioned her before. And as for Baekhyun, you weren’t sure what the heck had gotten into him but you were surely disappointed in Nel for letting the both of them get involved with such bad influences.
“Y/N!” Your mum called again. You let out a heavy but quiet
breath, why was she always calling your name couldn’t you catch a break? “Your
phone is ringing. Chanyeol.”
Your eyes widened as you swallowed the last bit of your sandwich and ran to answer your phone.
“You okay?” You asked you could hear Minseok and Rozz in the back.
“Are you? It’s Monday where are you? In fact where is everyone else it’s just me Minseok and Rozz.” Shit, you had forgotten on Mondays you all met up at the city library to do 3 hours of group study, God knows you all needed to revise for those exams even if Sehun and Baekhyun didn’t particularly need it themselves, but they came along anyway.
“Oh crud Chan, I
forgot.” You decided to not swear when your mother was in the same room as
you. “I’ll see if I can get my mum to
drop me, the weather is disgusting. If not I’ll have to give this week a miss.
I’ll call you back in a moment”
You saw your mum raise her head from behind her newspaper as she looked puzzled. Her lips were pursed together it was the type of look she gave you when she thought that you were up to something dodgy.
“Where is mummy dropping you?” She scowled at you as you smiled back at her pleasantly putting on your sweet daughter charms .
“To the library, to study with friends.”
She grunted as she drunk the last bit of her herbal tea and put the cup back down on the table.
“Fine. But you’re not going anywhere with that stinky tuna breath.” She laughed under her breath as she went to go and find her jacket.
“Thanks mum. Thank you very much.”
You were eventually dropped at the library and walked up to the 3rd floor to meet the others. You stared around noticing a change in interior decorations; this floor was now a berry pink theme instead of its previous lime green. Minseok silently waved an arm in the air signalling for you to come over. You hadn’t bothered changing into something better so you were still in your tracksuit.
“Hey.” You whispered as you got to the table and set your bag down. “Sorry I’m late, I totally forgot I had a really weird day.” You looked at everyone’s papers to see what they were studying and pulled a face as you saw a row of maths equations on Minseok’s paper. Maths most definitely was not your thing. He smiled as he looked at your contorted face.
“Want to help me?”
“Where are the others?” Minseok asked putting his pencil and calculator aside as he looked up at you properly. You bit your lip at his question.
“I don’t know where Baekhyun and Jongdae are, but Sehun is at home we umm… had a small fall out.” You rubbed the back of your neck nervously as you tried avoiding everyone’s gaze. Chanyeol frowned at you from where he was sat across the table.
“A fall out about what?”
“I don’t even really know he’s just been acting a bit…off.” You sighed as you pulled your pencil case towards you and selected some pens of different colours.
“Anyway…” Rozz coughed as she dragged her chair closer to
yours to ensure she wasn’t talking too loud. “Prom is next week guys we’re all
still going right?”
You weren’t really in the mood for prom to be honest, but you knew that you’d most likely regret it if you didn’t go. You nodded and smiled at her, if only to get her to just shut up about it for today. You could all talk about it tomorrow but just not now. Truth be told, you weren’t doing great with money right now and you weren’t really sure how you would afford a dress for prom.
You all decided to do two hours of silent studying so you zoned out plugging your earphones in, you squinted as you weren’t even sure what half of your notes meant as you looked back at them now. But before you knew it you had written four pages of brightly coloured annotations. You took pride in the appearance of your work and so colour coordination was always key. You slowly pushed your chair and rose to your feet.
“I’ll be back in a moment guys I need to pee.” You excused yourself as you walked to the ladies room relieving yourself as your brain was going into overdrive. You sighed as your lathered your hands with soap and washed them under the running tap; prom, exams, Baekhyun, Sehun, Nel. There was just too much to have to focus on right now. You let out a groan before you exited the toilet and returned to your table; you paused and frowned. There in front of you was Sehun and he was packing up all of your stuff putting it all into your rucksack.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You angrily whispered as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the table towards the stairs. The others staring wide eyed at you just as confused as you were as to what was going on.
“Come.” Was all he said to you. You frowned, you weren’t a
dog he wasn’t allowed to treat you like one. You tried to pull your arm out of
his grip but he was surprisingly stronger than you gave him credit for. Before
you knew it Sehun was dragging you down three flights of stairs, out of the
library and into his car. He locked the doors and began to speed away from the library;
the car was splashing in and out of muddy puddles. The body of the car must’ve
been an absolute state but it was okay, Sehun could afford to have it washed at
anytime. Since you were in the car and were speeding down the roads it didn’t
take long to for Sehun to get to his apartment. Why were you back here? He
continued dragging you around as though you were a four legged creature,
unlocking the door to his apartment. You looked around. It was empty, she was
gone. Her smell however still lingered. Perfume and peppermint.
The curtains were opened and you only just noticed how dark it was getting outside, you flinched as a rumble of thunder and flash of lightening reverberated around the room. There was going to be a storm. You looked angrily at Sehun who was staring at you blankly.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He said his face straight as if today hadn’t happened. You laughed in disbelief, was he being serious? He had to be joking.
“You’re not stupid are you?” You smiled sarcastically at him, you wanted nothing more than to slap him in the face so hard right now, but you held back as best you could.
“Just sit down I need to talk to you…please.” There was no emotion in Sehun’s voice as per usual. He was monotone as though he were talking to a stranger. You dropped down on to the sofa angrily why was he doing this and why did he honestly think it was appropriate. “It’s cold. Do you want a hot drink?” He asked, but you stayed silently purposely ignoring him as you kept your eyes on the cream coloured plush rug that was positioned in the middle of the living room. “I’ll make you a hot chocolate.” He sighed disappearing into the kitchen. You heard the kettle switch on as it whistled throughout the room, you blinked every now and then at the sound of thunder and the flash of lightening. You stared down at your palms wondering what was really happening to you today. Before long Sehun was back with two mugs of hot chocolate, he handed you the bigger one and you took it without saying thank you trying to show angry you were. You stirred the spoon in your mug twice before taking a sip from it. A drop of the hot liquid dribbled down the side of your cup as you pulled it away from your lips, finally dropping onto your lap once it had reached the bottom; you used your thumb to wipe the drop back up the cup and licked your thumb after. You could feel Sehun’s intense gaze burning into your skin, much like the gaze you would receive when he was watching you watch Baekhyun. Only this time Baekhyun wasn’t there. He sighed out loud as he leaned forward and placed his cup down on the coffee table. You did the same as you assumed that this meant that it was time to talk.
“She… I’m… we’re
dating. She’s kind of my girlfriend.” Was all he said. Your eyes widened as you
both sat there in silence for a while.
So that girl was his girlfriend, it took you a moment to process what he was saying. It didn’t even make sense that someone like Sehun would have a girlfriend. How was such a blunt and cold person capable of being compassionate and caring, although having said that she did look just as cold as him so maybe it was possible that they were a match made in heaven.
“…you kept that really quiet.” You cleared your throat as you finally spoke up. Turning your head slowly in his direction to look at him.
“Actually I told Nel… I just told her not to say anything to
anyone. I’m not sure why.”
You frowned. Why had he told Nel before any of you? There was nothing wrong with her, it was just that him and Nel were the least acquainted out of the group it would’ve made more sense for him to tell you first.
“How long for?” You questioned.
“About 2 months.” He waited for your reaction but you still didn’t say anything. You just blinked, surprised that Sehun would keep it a secret for such a long time.
“Okay that still doesn’t explain why you’ve been such a
bitch to me though Sehun. I apologised about the night of Minseok’s get
together. I don’t know what else you want me to do I know I would never have
actually done anything…”
Sehun sighed as he looked over at you and shook his head his face was still blank.
“It’s not that, forget about that. That never happened. It’s just my parents…”
Your eyes widened slightly. ‘Oh’ you mouthed and tried to give an understanding nod as you stopped speaking.
Sehun was ‘different’ from you guys in a sense that he was of a higher class. You were all ordinary kids but Sehun was from an upper-class family. In simple terms Sehun’s family was dirt rich. Whatever he wanted he could have and although sometimes he could use this to his advantage, the majority of the times he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to just be an annoying rich kid, he didn’t want to be stereotyped as that and so he had made his mind up that he wanted to go to a normal state secondary school instead of a private school because he craved the ‘ordinary life’. He was well aware that his parents didn’t like all of you and you were painfully aware of it too, but Sehun didn’t care because for the most part his parents made him sick and so he indulged in giving them everything they didn’t want from him and that involved having lower classed friends like yourself. Sehun’s parents were on bad terms and had been for years, they were separated but not yet divorced and lived apart from each other; each of them always dragging him into the middle of their problems, they each tried desperately hard to get Sehun onto ‘their side’ but Sehun didn’t want to pick and quite rightly so. Why should he have to? So he decided to live on his own when you finished secondary school, hence the beautiful apartment with the outstanding balcony view. You often wondered to yourself whether or not they were the cause for Sehun’s emotional vacancy.
“They want to get a divorce Y/N.” He brushed his hand through his hair in frustration. And this time around there was a hint of sadness in his voice, and it made you feel upset. Now you wished he was monotone again. “I knew for a while…but I’ve just been trying to deny it. I kept telling myself they’d put it off but they want to go through with it…” He went quiet. You were worried and since Sehun was such a cold character you didn’t know what to do.
“I’m so sorry Sehun.” You wrapped your arms around him and felt his body still under your touch.
“Please don’t touch me Y/N…get your hands off…” He whispered. You sighed as you withdrew your hands from around his body; it was extremely uncomfortable having a socially awkward friend you really didn’t know what to do and how to comfort him.
“I’m sorry I just don’t know how to—”
“You don’t have to.” He cleared his throat as he stood up
and walked towards the sliding door, Opening it he stepped out onto the
balcony. You swallowed hard as you watched Sehun standing outside getting
soaked by the rain. You felt bad because for once you could see that he was
trying so hard to reach out and you were reaching back for him, but his social
anxiety wouldn’t allow him grab onto your hand. You were relieved that you were
not the one who had put him in a bad mood though. You made your way slowly over
to the sliding door, stopping at the threshold that separated the inside and the
outside. “Clemente Jon-Dean is right. Everything is just fucking dark. The
world is just so fucking dark! Happiness doesn’t exist, happiness is complete
bullshit. It’s a fucking myth.” Sehun spat banging his hands against the
You lowered your head. Was this the reason Sehun was doing so well in those literature lessons, because he was relating to them on a deeper level then you thought?
“Look Sehun…we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but I can just sit here in silence if you want.” You offered, wincing at another roar of thunder and flash of lightening.
He raised his head from where it was hanging over the rails.
“Mm. Thanks.” He was a man of few words but you got the feeling that he appreciated the gesture more than he was letting on. You heard a buzzing from behind you walking back into the house you tried to locate where the sound was coming from. Your ears led you to the kitchen when you saw Sehun’s phone flashing with Jongdae’s name on the screen.
“Sehun it’s Jongdae!”
“Answer it!” You heard him call; you heard the balcony door shut and few seconds later he was standing next to you, looking and smelling damp. “I’m going to have a shower. I’ll drop you home after.” You nodded covering the mouthpiece of the phone with your hand and uncovering it when Sehun had stopped talking.
“Hello Sehun?!” Jongdae panted. Why was he out of breath, what was he doing?
“Yeah Jongdae it’s me Y/N, He’s in the shower. What do you want?”
Your heart thumped in your chest at the mention of Baekhyun’s name. You were beginning to panic. He had called you and texted you. Had he needed you? Was it urgent? A thousand thoughts were spinning round in your head.
“What about him Dae?” The panic was evident in your voice now.
“Just get to Central City hospital now!” He hung up.
“Oh God” You whispered to yourself, what was happening?