silhouette.

[walks up to the Brunette, with two fingers he reaches up to pull the sides of the others lips into a smile] Beautiful. [he grinned as he look into the others eyes]

There’s a gentle touch that was placed over her eyes causing her to stiffen up from surprise. She wasn’t too sure who it was, during this time of day people were normally busy with their own schedules while she was in her own little land. Working on paintings of skimming through photos to organize it neatly. “Guess who..” Repeating those words just as softly to herself. That voice. It’s oddly familiar, causing her head to tip to one side in thought whilst her eyes widened. Realizing it was someone she hasn’t seen in God knows how long now. “Baekcutie?” Assuming it was him and no other, hands placed on her lap with fingers drumming along the surface. Silently hoping that her guess was correct.

► Amusement became one of Baekhyun’s senses at the moment, almost concealing the dejected mood he’s been in for the past few months or so. Was there a possibility that meeting with someone dear to him tossed those despairing out of his mind? Perhaps he understood what others meant by the phrase ‘If you don’t try, you won’t succeed.’ Meaning if he were to not do a single thing about the phase he’s been enduring, he would never be able to return back to his past self. When he heard her mention the nickname she had given him awhile back, there was a smile drawn on his lips. “Correct.” Ridding of the position he as in, he removed his hands from her eyes and shuffled off to the side until he was standing in front of her. He wasn’t sure if it was because he’s been gone for a significant amount of time, but she’s gotten prettier since the last time they met. Could it be that she’s done something different with her hair? Or was his brain playing a trick on him? Questions left unanswered, he broke the silence between the two. “It’s been awhile, Naeun. I believe we have some catching up to do, wouldn’t you agree?”

"I hate to see you cry."

► It is believed by a significant amount of people that shedding tears is nothing more than a simple sign of weakness, but that wasn’t what Baekhyun thought. In his opinion, when one were to shed tears, they were trying to wash way each and every sorrow that tampered with their everyday life, and that’s exactly what he sought out to do. He didn’t want to endure this stage of his any longer, he wanted to return to the life that he once lived in the past. Before this treacherous obstacles had blocked his pathway. He wanted to return to a life where everything was nothing but smiles for him, where he lived a happy life with the people whom he held dearest to his heart. But that was simply something out of his reach.

The place where Baekhyun normally went to whenever he needed to let his emotions out was inside of his closet. He has never once enjoyed crying in front of others, which was why he chose such a location to keep himself hidden away from the public. His arms were coiled around his legs and his forehead was pressed on his knee caps. He’s letting his tears stream down his cheeks without trying to cease the flow, for he was well aware that it wouldn’t suffice. His body is slightly flinching whilst soft whimpers were emitting from him. He isn’t well with keeping his feelings hidden, but he’s trying.

He assumed that Sehun would be asleep considering the time of day, however his assumptions were wrong, for the younger male was still awake. His ear was pressed against the flat of the door as if he were trying to detect where the sounds of faint sobs were coming from, and so he twisted the door knob and quickly opened the door. Baekhyun knew that it was none other than Sehun, but he didn’t want the other to see him in such a state. Hugging his legs closer to his chest, he shook his head—a gesture to state that he wasn’t in any condition to speak, nor come out.

"Baekhyun." The younger male spoke out softly, his position shifting until his knees were settled upon the floor. However the brunette hadn’t muttered a single word when it was his turn to speak, and silence filled the space they were confined in. It felt as if everyone in his life had left him, but Sehun was there. Sehun was always there. Reaching out a hand to take the other’s into his grasp, he did nothing but squeeze it—letting him know that he’s going to be alright; that he’s used to feeling this way.

"I hate to see you cry." Almost immediately after he had spoken, he returned the squeeze the elder had given not too long ago, tugging Baekhyun off the floor and into his tight embrace where he held him close. Just as he would generally do whenever he was crying his heart out.

"A smile looks pretty on you--wear one more often."

► Quite a significant amount of time has elapsed since the brunette had last carried a smile that was drawn upon his features; his hands were tucked away in his pockets and his gaze dropped towards the pavement beneath his feet. In the past, he was generally someone who told others to go about and think positive with a smile, however after all that he’s been enduring alone, he wasn’t even able to take up his own advice. Just as if he were dangling off the edge, he acted as if nothing phased him. “Thank you.” He voice was almost too faint to comprehend, though hat was merely because he doesn’t speak as much as he had used too. It was a sad thing, really, but there wasn’t much to be done. 

"There is nothing I love more than seeing you happy."

► If there was one thing that left him puzzled while the two happened to be conversing with another, it had to be the fact that the tanned male made a remark about Baekhyun that consisted of his happiness. It hadn’t made much since, simply because they’ve never been acquainted with one another before. Perhaps the latter has came to certain places where he was performing with his guitar—if so, it had to be in the past where he was truly happy and content with his life. “I am happy.” It was a complete fib, but he had only said so because he didn’t like the thought of others worrying over him. Everyone has their own problems, had they not? And Baekhyun didn’t want to burden others with his own.  So with his lips curled into a small grin, he reached his arm out to pat the taller male’s cheek—a simple gesture to show his gratitude. “Thank you for the compliment.”

As usual, his guitar case was slung over his shoulder, fingers coiled around the black strap to ensure that his most prized position wouldn't stray too far from his sight, whilst his other hand was wielding a white chocolate mocha--his favorite. Baekhyun doesn't know exactly where he's heading too, but he wanted to get some fresh air; clear his mind of all unwanted thoughts to keep his composure. What he hadn't seen was another individual walking towards him, and that caused the two to collide. The plastic cup enclosed around his caffeinated drink spilled all over the other's shirt, and remorse had hit him. He wasn't the clumpy type, but for once, he finally lost his senses. "I'm sorry.." The brunette apologized in a faint tone, retrieving a handkerchief from his bag, he's hesitant, but he felt the need to help clean the other off. "May I?"