"Baekhyun?"

The stranger stood where he was, hands shoved into the front pockets of his jacket.

"Who are you? Do you need help?"

Baekhyun called out to elicit a response that would finally make sense, but the stranger stood frozen where he was, not moving. He stepped out from behind the counters and folded his arms, ready to demand for the unwanted visitor to leave.

"It’s me."

The stranger stepped forward, finally revealing himself as the little light shone on his face, partially exposing it. Baekhyun's heart came to a sudden halt for a while as he stared on in surprise. Disbelief, shock. It threw him into a whirlwind of emotions - angry, wistful, vengeance, and a strange calmness and anticipation.

He was almost afraid to say his name. As if it might hurt him even more than he had these past few years. Though he hadn’t seen him for almost 4 years, he looked just like how Baekhyun had remembered him.

"What are you doing here?" 

He spat, every word dripping with venom of hatred. 

"To see you…"