purple flowers.
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breathing is hard, pain blooms on every part of his body. there’s metal on his tongue that tastes too familiar for his liking. head pounding that he stumbles on his own steps. baekhyun attempts to breathe in deeper, wincing when a sharp pain shoots through his chest instead.
they’ve done it this time. those stupid jerks who spend too much of their time hanging around the campus area. the pink haired boy was never one to look for trouble, preferring to stay within his lane and go on his own pace instead. but when someone tries to intimidate their way to get money from him, baekhyun can snap. and by snap, he means a well-done verbal attack to people’s egos.
which subsequently landed him in this current predicament. bloodied face and beaten to a pulp. thank god they didn’t aim for his stomach though, or he would be lying lifelessly in that dark corridor by now. sure, he welcomes death with open arms, but that doesn’t mean he should leave something for others to clean up after him.
for now he’s just hoping he could walk far enough to make it back home.
