it doesn’t happen often; actually, it hardly ever happens that baekhyun prefers something else than going out, that he wants to just stay inside his room instead of jumping headfirst into the next best party he can find, dancing and drinking the night away.
it’s weird to baekhyun when he’s in a staying-in mood, but he’s learned not to fight it, not to drag himself outside into some bar or somewhere else and instead going with his impulse to laze around.
besides, he knows the perfect person for those days, his one person to be completely lazy with.
and so, the boy steps out of the car and into the humidity of the evening, not sparing the driver a single glance – and yes, even though they live in the same neighbourhood baekhyun still let himself be driven over to her place – gracefully walking over to the entrance of the girls home, the huge plastic bag in his hands rustling noisily, bumping against his leg with each step.
baekhyun doesn’t knock, doesn’t ring the bell, his free hand immediately reaches out for the door handle, smirking lightly when he notices that it’s not locked; wheein probably forgot to do it.
literally everyone could just walk in there and do god-knows-what, hurt her or steal her stuff, whatever, but it’s not like he’d care if something would ever happen to her, he’s just here to casually hang out for a bit, he could always find someone else, so, he really doesn’t care.
he lets himself in, quickly finding the girl planted into the couch like her body was melted to it, like she was one with the furniture, looking like utter crap and baekhyun rises an eyebrow at her. “what the hell is wrong with you?”, he asks her, “at least look happy over me coming over to save your sorry ass with my presence.” he carelessly drops the plastic bag onto her back, some of the bought food spilling out of it and onto the floor.