i :: beginning (1/2)

One week.Only seven days until Baekhyun would have to inevitably go back to the hell-hole called high school.Summer went by fast as fuck for the male who wanted nothing more than to breeze through senior year and get away from all the people who made his life shit. It's not that he was bullied—quite the opposite, actually. But regardless of what the situation may have been, Byun Baekhyun, top student in his class—luckily for him, the senior class—simply couldn't wait to get his diploma and blast off.His plan was to, after graduation, go to a college far enough away that he no one attending would recognize him and he could easily start a new life.Don't get it wrong—his home life was great. Better than most, that was for sure. His mother was CEO of fairly famous company in South Korea, Bunaturelle. Originally, Baekhyun though the name was stupid, but when his mom explained that it was an 'unsuspecting way' to spell natural skin in French, he thought it was not as shabby—though, still kind of weird.The company was one of the leading ones for skin care products in the marketplace. Products ranging from body soaps to face masks to protein drinks, Bunaturelle was know everywhere, generating a large income. Since his mom was head of the company, the two were living well.It was only Baekhyun and his mom living in their small house. After the boy's older brother passed, their dad 'left'—for lack of better word—leaving the duo alone. Deciding it would be best to move away from their old house, Ms. Byun bought a small cabin-esque house a little ways away from the city for some peace. Neighbors still lived nearby, but there was a limited amount of them.To Baekhyun, it was nice. Although lots of things in his life absolutely sucked, his home life was better than as a child—although it would be immensely better with Baekbeom still there with him.School life, on the other hand, sucked major dick. He despised the majority of the people there and wished nothing more but for them to stop with their intensions—though he knew it was pointless. He'd always be the pretty little fuck toy in their eyes.It was hard having no friends, but it was even harder being thirsted after by most people. Girls were jealous because all of the males were after a member of the same sex.There was a point where the small male stopped caring. Earlier in the summer he declared to himself to just make it through senior year, and he would be done with their stupid games and the after lash of them. Just one more year and he could leave and start over in a new place with a new crowd and hopefully—though unlikely—actual friends.He'd had some in younger grades, but one by one they moved to different cities since Seoul was becoming more and more populated. His mom decided to stay to be nearer the largest branch of her company. It was okay with Baekhyun because it helped his mom, though, he would be lying if he said he didn't miss having people to talk to."Baekhyunnie, come get some dinner!" Baekhyun heard his mom yell from what he assumed was the kitchen, pulling him away from the phone game he was playing. He paused his music, pulling out his earbuds by their conjunction, and set his phone aside on his bed before sliding off it and trailing into the hallway.Upon walking to the table, he smelled the savory scent of fried chicken. On the surface, confirming his suspicion, he saw a large tub of wings as well as a box of fries and containers of sauce adorning the table."I didn't have time to prepare anything. I hope that's okay," his mom said, looking her taller son in the eyes will obvious guilt.Ever since the incident with Baekbeom, Baekhyun's mom felt immensely guilty about the smallest things. It was sad for the male to see, so he always made sure to reassure the middle-aged woman as best he could."You know I love chicken, dear mother of mine," he said skipping to his chair before plopping down as happily as possible."I know, Baekhyun," she replied, mirroring his action with less enthusiasm. "I just don't want to seem the like a terrible parent, which I know—""Lalala!" the male suddenly yelled cutting off his mom from continuing, whilst sticking his fingers in his ears and looking up at the ceiling. When the older stopped talking and just grinned at her son, Baekhyun took his fingers out of his ears and redirected his vision back to his mom, smirking victoriously. "Oh, sorry. Did I interrupt my lovely mother who is the fucking light of my life?" he asked sarcastically.The shorter of the two merely rolled her eyes and retorted, "No one gave you permission to use that language in this household.""Well, it shut you up," Baekhyun said, earning a snort from his mom.The two dug into their food, Baekhyun initially using chopsticks to pick up his chicken until he decided to go 'barbarian style' and used his fingers."Baekhyun," his mom called in her please-don't-get-mad-but-you-probably-won't-like-this voice, "I have something to tell you."Deciding to stay optimistic to keep his mom happy, he grinned at her before humming to acknowledge he heard her, and she could say what she wanted to."As I told you the other week, the company is starting a new line of energy bars." The younger nodded while biting into a french fry, signaling for her to continue. "We're bringing in a lot of new workers, and some of them don't have places to stay, so," he knew where this was going, "I offered to house one of them here."Putting his hand over his mouth, so he wasn't showing his food, Baekhyun nodded and put on his happiest face. "That's really sweet of you to do.""Yeah...." The older set her chopsticks—which she was using because she was a lady—down beside her plate, and Baekhyun knew that meant there was more. "He has—""Wait, its a man?" the youngest asked, earning a nod from the woman sitting across from him. "What if he rapes you?""Byun Baekhyun, this man is not going to rape me," she retorted playfully."Fuck, mom! You just jinxed it! I don't want a baby in this house, and I know you don't either!" the taller said loudly, half playing, half serious."Byun. Baek. Hyun," she sternly voiced with a sense of play in-between the lines. "There's more, so just hush."Abiding, Baekhyun nodded with a grin on his face, giving his mom his full attention while simultaneously taking a large bite out of a drumstick."He has a son."With those very words, Baekhyun stopped all movements, mumbling Son? with the chicken still in his mouth.His mom broke eye-contact and sighed before continuing. "I was hoping he could sleep in your room on Baekbeom's bed since we never moved it. If not, I completely understand, Baekkie. Just let—""No, it's fine," the younger reluctantly said, finally removing the food from his face and taking a swig of his water before elaborating. "It's just collecting dust there. We'd probably need to wash the sheets since they haven't been washed since he died," Baekhyun cringed at the word—he preferred lighter words like 'passed'. "He never slept in them since the last wash anyway."There was silence as neither of the two made any movements until his mom spoke up, "I promise it's okay if you don't want him staying in there. I'm not sure how long it'll be for. I can sleep in there with you, and they can have the guest room and my room."Baekhyun shook his head. If anything, he wanted his mom to be absolutely comfortable, even if that meant going out of his comfort zone. "No, it's okay," he said with a slight grin. "When are they moving in?""Tomorrow," she answered almost immediately."Tomorrow?!" Baekhyun yelled before softening his tone. "My room has shit all over the place."The elder chuckled and picked her drink up to take a sip. "Clean it up," she said behind the cup.Baekhyun playfully glared at her and vigorously tore a piece of chicken off its bone. "Easier said than done," he mumbled."Welp, sucks to be you, my dear," she cooed. "Just have it clean. Also," she started, "schools starting in a week."Baekhyun, upon being reminded, groaned, thrashing his head back in exasperation. "Don't fucking remind me.""Language.""Don't fucking remind me, please," he corrected sarcastically."You know, you're just like your mom," she said with a smile. No matter how much she wanted to be mad at her son, she simply couldn't."You think I'm a sweet, successful, beautiful, amazing, well rounded human being?" he asked with a mockingly sweet smile."Did you just call me a human being?" the older asked, placing a hand on her heart to feign hurt. "I'm an immortal being, Byun Baekhyun!"Her son snorted, crossing his arms across his chest. "Sucks to be you then. Who'd want to live forever?""Whatever," she dismissed. "Back on the topic of school..." she trailed making Baekhyun sigh.Baekhyun never told his mom about what went on at school (and basically every public place where someone who 'wanted him' was). He didn't want her to worry nor think it was her fault—which would have made no fucking sense, but she would find a way to warp her mind around the thought regardless.The whole situation was his own problem as well as his own fault. He'd tried blaming others at first—people who he wanted to believe made 'habits' out of him—but in the end, he knew he was just in denial about letting people push him over."Mr. Park's son," the woman started, regaining her son's attention, "is also a senior and will be transferring to the school you're at."Baekhyun nearly choked on his water. Fuck. If there was a way for his mom to figure him out, that would be the way—have some Park kid start school with him and come home telling everyone "Baekhyun fucked a dude in a classroom!" What a great idea."Is that okay?" she asked, taking notice of her son's hesitation.He nodded, gathering himself before speaking, "Yeah, I was just a little shocked, I guess.""Well, when your done, clean your room. I'll wash the sheets for the son."Baekhyun nodded, and stuffed the rest of his food in his mouth, standing and picking his plate up to put in the dishwasher. "Thanks for the food, mom."Said lady smiled at him before reciprocating his actions. "I'll put the left-overs in the fridge. Eat them when you want, okay?"Baekhyun nodded, murmuring a quick bye before heading back to his room with the remainder of his water in his hand.Closing the door behind him, Baekhyun looked at the mess that his room was. It's not that it was messy in the sense that shit was everywhere; it was just messy in the sense that it was disorganized.Vinyls were in a stack in the corner of the floor beside his stack of CDs from when he and Baekbeom were kids. Now, the male got most of his music digitally, whether it be pirating it or actually purchasing it—which happened to not be as often.Deciding to just clean up in the morning, Baekhyun moved back to his bed and continuing to play on his phone while listening to music.   ------   It was three in the following morning, and Baekhyun was still sat on his bed, same position as hours before. His ass was beginning to feel numb, but he couldn't be convinced to adjust himself, too busy debating if he should continue with his newfound line of action.After tens of minutes of surfing the app store looking for new games to play and new applications to entertain himself with, Baekhyun stumbled upon an app he used a lot as a primary and junior high student.TeokkietalkieSaid application was a software where people could anonymously talk to others who were also anonymous. Users would be auggested other people to chat with based on similar interests, music taste, fanbases, and others of the sort. As a preteen, Baekhyun used the app to talk to his friends since his parents—mostly his father—decided it would be best for their children to wait until their later years to receive the privilege of using phone service.Back in his bed, the male had already re-downloaded and logged into the app after creating a new account. To his disdain, all accounts that hadn't been logged into for over one year were removed, so he knew he wouldn't have been able to get in touch with his childhood friends.Set up your profile. Baekhyun clicked on the words and was soon redirected to a screen with a list of options and customizable settings.First off, he had to pick a screen-name. A couple options floated through Baekhyun's mind, but, for the most part, they were all too obvious as to who the account belonged to. It couldn't have his name nor his surname as it may result in his identity being found out. However, he realized it would be okay with his initials, so he first tried @/bbh which was unfortunately already in use.Lucky for the male, a drop down menu popped up right below the typing bar with lists of alternative usuernames that derived from what he had already typed. Most were the same with numbers thrown in here and there. What caught his eyes was one with his lucky number--four.Something about the particular number always intrigued Baekhyun, so he didn't hesitate to click on the suggestion and claim the name as his.Display name: bbh__4Next thing on the list--his profile picture. In the phone's camera roll, there weren't all that many pictures--a few of him and his mom. Hell, there were even some of his diseased brother.Though, scrolling through his options, Baekhyun did happen to stumble upon a screenshot he had taken while illegally reading a yaoi manga online and decided to go with it--making sure that no 'innapropriate parts' were showing.And finally, Baekhyun was at the most important step of finalizing his profile. Picking his interests--the primary factor in how the app would chose who to suggest for users.There was a limit of four interests, and Baekhyun, after some internal debate, decided upon music, instruments, animals, and--his personal favorite--calenders. No, Baekhyun was not a fan of collecting calenders or shit like that, but the posibility of conversing about said item seemed more compelling than not.Happy with what he had done, Baekhyun clicked the 'done' in the top, right corner to save his changes.Automatically, the screen went back to the home page and after some seconds of loading, multiple profiles belonging to others popped up.A wave of nostalgia hit the late teen. Although a lot about the application and its layouts had changed since his days using it, for the most part, most things were the same. As a child—and even now—Baekhyun was a talkative, sociable person. The talent to make friends with basically anyone who was stumbled upon by the male was held within Baekhyun's body. The only thing that held him back at school—the only place he really made contact with others for lengthy periods of time—was the knowing that he was looked at wrong. In most other students' eyes, the small framed male was nothing more than a slut that wanted to played with by all the 'bad boys'.Though, this was all a misconception. In fact, Baekhyun wanted nothing more than to be left alone by the overly horny penis-people. He had tried to build bonds with the other students, but he couldn't seem to change their impressions of him—impressions, of course, referring to their assumptions.Eventually, he gave up trying to change others' minds. He realized that if they wanted to assume things, let them fucking assume things. As long as Baekhyun's mom was there to support him—deeming she wasn't aware of the whole 'fucking' thing—he would have all he needed.Looking through the recommended profiles, Baekhyun couldn't seem to find any that quite caught his attention.That was, until he saw an account by the name of @/park61. Said account's profile picture was a guitar—but not any guitar. It had stickers galore. He recognized multiple as old—classic—emo bands, anime logos, even hentai producers' stickers. Though, the best—and cutest—part was each fret marker was covered by very small Rilakkuma heads.Their interests, upon clicking into their profile page, were music, instruments, animals, and teddy bears. Amazing. Perfect even.Wasting no time, Baekhyun clicked 'Send message' and was brought to an empty page with 'park61' in the center at the top and a typing bar at the bottom.Clicking the bar pulled up the keyboard—as expected—guiding Baekhyun to compose his message. He was never one to be awkward, but being his first time initiating conversation with a non-family member since years prior, Baekhyun was a little rusty. 'Hey' and 'hi' seemed too casual, yet 'hello' seemed too desperate. Luckily, he found the perfect meet in the middle. bbh__4 | 03:23yo wazzup Upon sending the message, Baekhyun simply stared at his screen. The only movement coming from the device was the change at the top from 03:23 to 03:24. The message was delivered, yet it wasn't read, signified by the lack of an 'r' beside the chat bubble.Realizing they may not be awake, Baekhyun closed completely out of the app and opened up YouTube to watch fail compilations.   ------   Not seven minutes after closing Teokkietalkie, Baekhyun's phone vibrated and a notification popped up at the top of the screen reading New message from park61.After clicking the banner, the message page came up and a little rotating circle appeared in the middle signifying the messages needed to load.It seemed like an eternity before words appeared, but once they did, Baekhyun found himself grinning. park61 | 03:31

me bc im a tall person bow down to me peasant Already feeling comfortable with the latter, Baekhyun's fingers typed out a snarky response before his mind could process what he was saying. bbh__4 | 03:31

i don't get on my knees for lanky dudes. sorry Sending without proof reading, the male wondered if maybe it was a bit too brash. This could be some naïve twelve year old who wouldn't know what the term meant. Fuck, Baekhyun thought to himself, I could be tainting a child's mind.His paranoid thoughts were proved wrong just seconds later. park61 | 03:32

how fitting! i don't like getting blown by my peasants And so, the conversation went on. bbh__4 | 03:32

don't knock it til you try itbbh__4 | 03:32

for someone who likes stuffed animals you sure arebbh__4 | 03:33

*shivers*bbh__4 | 03:33

perverted park61 | 03:33

you realize you started it so AcTUaLlY you're the perverted one bbh__4 | 03:34

..bbh_4 | 03:34

shitbbh__4 | 03:34

ur right park61 | 03:35

damn rightpark61 | 03:35

so wyd bbh_4 | 03:35

dying park61 | 03:36

relatable bbh__4 | 03:36

yeahbbh__4 | 03:36

wbu park61 | 03:37

in a hotel bbh__4 | 03:37

snazzy park61 | 03:37

so whats up with you and calenders? a fetish? bbh__4 | 03:38

you could say that. i like rolling them up and shoving them up my anusbbh__4 | 03:38

like a diy dildo park61 | 03:39

idk if you're joking but its actually kinda smart park61 | 03:39

so youre a dude or no? bbh__4 | 03:40

this sounds like some weird dating appbbh__4 | 03:40

but yesbbh__4 | 03:40

last time i checked park61 | 03:40