the 61st hunger games • chanbaek

pt. 9

the two walked as deep as they could in the woods until chanyeol eventually slumped against a tree, his hand against his shoulder drenched in blood.

"here, take this off," baekhyun ordered as he crouched down, pulling the backpack straps off of chanyeol's shoulders, "that's a lot of blood, chanyeol."

"i know, i know, it'll stop soon." he reassured the small male, his voice slightly breathless as he tried his best to take his mind off the pain.

baekhyun wasn't convinced one bit, he rummaged through the bag but there was nothing useful, so he resorted to using his hands to apply pressure, "how did it happen?"

"the trident cut me." chanyeol muttered, "how are you holding up?"

"i'm fine!" baekhyun exclaimed exasperatedly, "i'm more than fine chanyeol! you should currently be worried about your shoulder not me!"

chanyeol chuckled at the smaller boy's outburst, he always thought he looked cute when he was angry at him, his lips always forming an unintentional pout. "i'll be fine." chanyeol replied, his hand that wasn't occupied reaching out and brushing baekhyun's brown hair.

"you looked a bit upset after the whole ordeal at the stream." chanyeol spoke up, his eyes filling with concern as he scanned baekhyun's stoic expression, he could tell he was trying to keep it together.

"i don't know," baekhyun let out a drawn out sigh as he looked back at the taller, "i don't want to talk about it."

chanyeol clicked his tongue, "you know we had to, right? it was either us or them."

baekhyun nodded, "i know, i just don't like it."

before chanyeol could reassure the district 8 boy more, a faint continuous beeping noise grew louder, baekhyun eyes snapped to the small metal container landing in the dirt beside them, "a sponsor." he let out a breath of relief, he was certain they'd never get any.

he opened it up, his eyes quickly scanned over the note attached; for the shoulder.

baekhyun knew it would be for chanyeol anyway, he could tell a lot of people would be rooting for him and baekhyun couldn't blame them; he had a feeling chanyeol could actually win this thing.

"it's for your shoulder." baekhyun spoke up, walking over with the metal container, his face soon dropping at the small suture kit, "i don't know how to stitch a wound." baekhyun's eyes wearily trailed back up to chanyeol's wounded shoulder, the sight of it making him slightly queasy now that he had to poke a needle in it to stitch it together.

"of course you do, your district is textiles," chanyeol replied, "just pretend i'm a piece of fabric or something."

"but you're not a piece of fabric, chanyeol!" baekhyun cried out as he looked down at the needle in his hands, "it's not as simple, there's stuff in here that i don't even know the name of, i—"

baekhyun quickly shut up once chanyeol flicked his forehead harshly. "what was that for?" he hissed.

"because you were rambling," chanyeol replied, "and i'm bleeding over here."

baekhyun looked at his shoulder at the taller's response, "well i can't exactly stitch it when you've got two layers of clothing over it, now can i?" 
he scoffed.

he could only imagine the people in the capitol swooning over chanyeol now shirtless, he wondered what they thought. if it was strange, two people from districts being so close. baekhyun wondered if they could tell they knew each other before the training centre or the arena. he knew his act of not knowing the district 7 boy was pathetic to begin with and right now he wasn't doing anything to exactly back up chanyeol's statements from the interview either.