previously:
"missed me, baby?"
Baekhyun speaks seductively and calmly, his eyes burning holes through her face.

her eyes stay glued to his, both of them completely ignoring my presence in the room.

he raises as arm, extending out towards her before gently caressing her cheek with his slender yet cold fingers that were around my waists just seconds ago.

"i told you he'd be home"
she almost yells, her words laced with fear as she greets her teeth together.

i gasp as soon as i come to the realization that there's something in between them.

***

the woman jerks his arm off of her heated face with her trembling hands and steps back, her son stumbling back unwillingly.

without hesitation, Baekhyun takes a step towards her, standing only a few inches away from her.

the gaze that they hold makes me extremely uncomfortable and nervous, my eyes following his hand as he aggressively pulls her by the wrist.

my eyes widen once i notice the fading bruises engraved in her fragile wrist, harsh shapes of fingertips painting her skin a light shade of purple.

he has hurt her.

"aren't you tired of lying?"
i'm pulled out of my thoughts once he spits out, his voice raised. his words are laced with frustration as he eyes her.

suddenly, i'm harshly pushed forward, my feet failing to keep be balanced and i end up falling down on my knees, the cold floor merciless to my fragile legs.

i wince in pain and help myself sit up, only to see a towering figure frozen next to Baekhyun whom has a smirk plastered on his lit up face.

without studying the man's appearance, my eyes trail to the puzzled lady, her once trembling body now completely frozen.

her weak body collapses as soon as she sees him, her son abandoning her by running to the still man.

..is that her husband?

the pain i'm feeling is immediately replaced by fear as soon as i sets my eyes on the lady's aggravated husband, a gun clasped between his large hands.

a thin white shirt hugs his torso with a pair of pajama pants keeping his slender legs warm.

the expression written on his face is almost unreadable.

anger? happiness? relief? restlessness? excitement?

"i married a whore"
he hisses as his hands tightly hold the dangerous object, his eyes piercing holes through his wife's trembling body.

my eyes travel to Baekhyun's, his ocean blue orbs as bright as ever as he shoots me an unpleasant look, his lips curved up into a genuine smile.

did he plan this?

before the lady gets a chance to part her lips to speak, a deafeningly loud bang echoes through the large house, followed by the sound of her body dropping on to the cold, hard tile flooring.