hoaxian
[ text to ⇝ joohyunnie ] you know i can always come home for you, you need only ask. [ text to ⇝ joohyunnie ] i’ll be there in a second. are you okay?
[ text » baekhyunnie ] please, hurry.
( ✰ ) The dim glow of her phone’s screen is the only source of light that illuminates her face. The couch has been dragged across the room, and she has attempted to barricade the door with a table and several chairs. She had been making dinner when a sudden sense of dread had crept upon her, slowly, like hands inching around her throat. It had gotten harder for her to breathe, and though every bit of logical sense in her body had told her she was alone, she had begun her ample defense. Once she felt a false sense of security, she had crawled behind the couch and texted Baekhyun, the only person she’d willingly show this side of her.
Her fingers tremble with anxiety as she pockets her phone, tear stained cheeks red with the color of fear and embarrassment. She squeezes her eyes shut, a feeble attempt to keep the tears from falling, and for her to concentrate on the sounds inside the house. She hears footsteps, and briefly contemplates between hiding away further, or calling out for the person she hopes they belong to. She peeks from behind the couch, holding her breathe until she is sure the presence is a familiar, pleasant one.
“B-Baekhyun?” Her voice near breaks, “please tell me that’s you.”