#baekhyun angst
“6, 7, 8… you have all the moles too. Might as well have named it after me too.” You heard him laugh bitterly as he stood in front of the painting, your painting of him, knowing that you were behind him.
This was your moment of honour, what you had worked so hard for since years, finally hosting your own exhibition. You had spent a few months deliberating whether to include the piece in question or not, but had gone for it because no matter how much you didn’t want to remember the events that had transpired between the two of you, it was a beautiful piece of art, one of your best.
“Baekhyun I -” you started, before he cut you off.
“I want it.” He took out a checkbook and signed impulsively, your eyes widening as you saw him write a number with a few too many zeroes.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked, unsure of what to do.
“I want to have something to remember the old you by. The one that I used to love.” He clenched his jaw as he walked away this time, no longer the heartbroken boy that you had once left behind.
