Chan & Baek [Editing]

The lion and the Lamb

The sun was shinning brightly through the blinds and the sound of the city could be heard through the window.
A small boy with very angelic features and not a single flaw on his skin laid in the bed along with his close friend Chanyeol, who was very tall and handsome. The only thing that scared Baekhyun was Chanyeol's temper and how aggressive he was. He always smiled but little did everyone know that he had a very fiery temper that caused him to be abusive.

Baekhyun stretched his legs and arms, looking outside. " hopefully we do something today it's so nice out" he smiled.
He got out of bed leaving Chanyeol , he got dressed and made breakfast.
"Baek , I need to talk to you" Said a sleepy deep voice at the door of their bedroom .
" Is my cooking bad? Is he kicking me out? I cuddled last night..right? Uh I don't remember" Baekhyun scratched his head confused and went over to Chanyeol.
When Baekhyun walked into the room Chanyeol was sitting at the edge of the bed but what caught his eye was the shot gun next to him.
" That is a gun..." Baekhyun looked at the gun.
" LOOK AT ME WHILE I AM TALKING TO YOU!" he grabbed Baekhyun's wrist tightly and Baekhyun made a face in discomfort.
" Sorry it's just ..." he tried to look at Chanyeol
" You didn't even hear what I said did you? " he still had a grip on Baekhyun's wrist.
" It's hard to listen when there is a gun looking at you..." Baekhyun sighed
" Stop complaining and listen to me, you are worse than a ten year told girl"
" Can you let go of my wrist, you are hurting me..." tears started to form.
"Fine but, this right here is yours our lives are going to change starting now.. we will forever be watched, people will try to kill us. We need to stay together . He handed the gun to Baekhyun.
" You want me to kill people? Why? I never signed up for this when we met Chanyeol, what's going on?" He looked at the gun disappointed .
" You won't be alone, I have a gun too, think about it Baekhyun... " he took a gun out of the closet "my gun is made for closer range and I had yours altered for further so that there's less of a chance you get hurt"
"I'm imagining this, when I open my eyes this never happened and I will be in bed"
He closed his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Chanyeol was watching him the entire time .
"Oh..it's still there" his arm with the gun hung by his side.
Chanyeol got up and hugged him " it's going to be okay , I won't let anyone hurt you." ending the hug by roughing up his hair.
Baekhyun bit his lip fighting back tears.
" If you keep crying I'm going to have to kiss you to make you stop, it hurts to see you cry and knowing it's my fault." Chanyeol took the gun from Baekhyun and put the gun against the wall next to his.
Baekhyun blushed and put his hand against Chanyeol's chest to put distance between them, Chanyeol smirked and grabbed his hand.
" You are so passive aggressive, it's cute. It's one thing I love about you. "
Baekhyun silently shook his head smiling in response.
" Don't cry okay, I'm here for you nothing will happen to you." Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun closer to him.
" He changed his shampoo and cologne...also his hugs are warmer than those blankets he bought. Why didn't he listen to me, this idiot." Baekhyun thought to himself.

Baekhyun then broke the hug, but didn't let go of Chanyeol's hand.
"You still haven't fully explained to me what is going on, you just said here Baekhyun here is a GUN"
" Come outside with me" Chanyeol took Baekhyun outside by the hand to the balcony of their apartment .
"This is as far as close to outside we are going I guess" Baekhyun sighed.
" I love this time of year Channie, Fall is so beautiful . "
"I like winter, it's cold but it reminds me of you; how your skin is and how flawless you are"
"Winter is how cold your heart can be but your hugs are warm." Baekhyun scoffed.
"I'm writing that one in my diary." Chanyeol hugged Baekhyun laughing
Baekhyun nervously laughed.
"He's still stalling on explaining ."
Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol wondering how long it would be before he got an explanation of what was going on before it was too late.