Red Flags | Chanbaek

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"C-Can I get an ambulance at the laundry mat by the crown market o-on uhhh, t-twelfth street. M-My friend was shot." Yixing spoke shakily trying to keep Jongdae awake.

"They'll be here in fifteen minutes."

"Perfect, give me a second you all stay your asses right here." Baekhyun said getting up and grabbing the older males arm, dragging him to the car (Which took a minute or two) and placing him inside, locking the door before returning to the group of males surrounding their wounded friend.

"I'm so so so fucking sorry this is all my fault. But I can't leave him or shit like this will happen often. You need to tell them you didn't see the guys face or anything you can't tattle on him. I'm begging you." Baekhyun said fiddling with his fingers a bit looking at everyone in hopes of a good response.

"Baek he shot our friend! We have to say something he's crazy!"

"If you do that none of you guys will have fingers in the next two days! He's a manic and if I leave him you will die! What do you not understand!"

"Baekhyun please you sound stupid as fuck! He can go to jail and you can be free! Why are you protecting him!" Junmyeon screamed walking over to Baek and biting his lip angrily.

"I'm not! First of all there's no cameras so no one saw this! The guy in the laundry mat left an hour ago so no one was here to see it! You weren't recording! And if the cops show up he would know how to get away! And if he gets away with it your fucking dead! I'm saving your asses listen to me!"

"You're a fucking lier!" Junmyeon yelled pushing Baekhyun.

"Don't fucking push me!" Baekhyun growled punching the boy in the face and panting.

"Baekhyun ok chill. Just get the fuck out of here please." Yixing said.

"I'll tell them what you told me but you need to get your crazy ass boyfriend out of here, I'm trusting you but if all hell goes loose it's all on you." Yixing said holding Jongdae close.

"He's gonna be ok Baek, but like he said go. Please be careful ok, stay safe. Oh and take this." Minseok said handing Baekhyun a phone and patting his shoulder. The younger nodded and got in the car, driving off with his unconscious boyfriend in the back seat.

"I feel bad honestly." Jongin said. "Like you can see in his eyes he was being serious about the the telling the cop thing and the thing about us being dead if we don't do as he said, he cares and we were lowkey assholes." Jongin spoke sitting next to Yixing and patting his back.

"I still think he's protecting that asshole." Junmyeon said holding his cheek and groaning from the pain. "And who knew that little bitch could hit so fucking hard, god damn." He said said biting his lip as a distraction from the pain worsening by the second.

"I told you don't mess with him when he's angry, he doesn't care if your crying, begging or bleeding he doesn't stop til he's satisfied, if anything you got lucky he just punched you." Minseok said sighing and looking around.

"Ambulance is here."

"Thank god!" Yixing yelled out.

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The younger picked his boyfriend up out the car, or at least attempted to and dragged him inside. Groaning cause he struggled with it he somehow managed to get him to the couch but not in it. He laid Chanyeol down and slipped his clothes off leaving him in his underwear and waking to the bathroom, he looked himself in the mirror and my god he looked awful. Taking a deep breath to calm down before grabbing the first aid kit and walking back to his boyfriend he started to clean Chanyeol up, cleaning the cuts and blood up with alcohol pads, the smell strong and roaming around as he continued to clean the male on the floor from the dried blood that covered his face down to half of his neck area.

Baekhyun then went to the olders room and grabbed clothes, walking back to the living room he dressed him up and brushed his hair so he at least looks a bit decent despite the males totally fucked up face. Once the younger was down he placed a pillow under Chanyeol's head and a pulled a blanket over him before walking back to the bathroom and fixing his own problems. He cleaned his own face and while he had a chance to he showered, one thing he regretted about fighting the male in the living room was the fact his wrist was still broken and it all hurt like a bitch. He wanted to cry from the pain cause of how unbearable it all was but he managed it.
He put a new bandage on his wrist and a cast, he took some pain killers and sat on the couch where Chanyeol was laying after he was dressed.

He sighed to himself, it was all his fault. He blamed himself for Taeyong's situation, now Jongdae's situation, the boys getting beaten up by the his boyfriend and more. He started to tear up at the thought all this wouldn't have happen if he had left the first time he was hit but he was to stupid to do so cause he was afraid he would do it again if he told him they're breaking up.
He missed his family, he missed school, he missed his life before chanyeol. He just laid on the couch and cried to himself. He needs to escape, if he doesn't do it now he never will.

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