Be my friend? [Chenyeol]

Be my friend?

Chen's POV

"Didn't I tell you to get out? I kinda also meant you should stay out for a while, you know?"

I was met by angry eyes as I entered the room I had just barely left, but not the deadliest glare could've stopped me now. The adrenalin from my first words was still pumping through my body, simultaneously making my hands and legs shake like crazy. I cleared my throught once, twice, it hurt slightly from being used in such a "new" way so loudly.

"Chen, what do you want?"

The eldest asked, exhaustion and exasperation evident in his voice as he put his head into his hands, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

"We don't have to kill Chanyeol."

My voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but I got their attention alright. Rather than a "Oh, Chen, you're talking!" or "Ah, I'm so proud of you." I got a "What the fuck are you talking about?" as an answer. I tried it again, this time with more force in my voice.

"Chanyeol doesn't have to die."

"And what do you expect us to do, just trust Park to walk out here and keep his mouth shut?"

I shook my head.

"Well then, how do you expect us to let him live?"

"Well, I-"

I was cut off by an evil cackle the second eldest suddenly let loose. He looked at me maliciously, eyebrow cocked, as he continued laughing.

"What?! You don't want to keep him, do you?!"

"It worked with me.", I replied in an even smaller voice than before.

"We don't have to let him go, we can just integrate him into our family."

I was almost pleading by now, the humoured look in the second eldest eyes and the frown creasing the eldest forehead were not the most motivating sights right now.

"Chen, that won't work, you know it won't."

"No, we could move away from here, a different country, a new start. We could!"

The elder let his head fall into his hands, fingers massaging his temples as he replied:

"This isn't the movies, it doesn't work like that in real life."

"But-"

"Chen, listen to me.", his voice was stronger, more commanding and I decided to shut up for good.

"Do you honestly think Park and Ilhoon would even try to get along if we kept him?"

I shook my head. Ilhoon would probably try to kill Chanyeol in his sleep, and what I knew about Chanyeol pointed to the possibility of there being multiple fights in the future.

"Do you think his mom would just leave it be? She hasn't notified the police yet, but she will soon. And getting away will be a lot easier if we don't have an extra recognisable face among us."

I was about to retort something, but was cut off before I could speak.

"Yes, I know, your parents didn't give a shit. And that made it easier. We knew full well that taking you with us wouldn't mean getting the CIA on our backs, but this is a different story. And you came with us willingly. Do you think Park will want to leave his life in Seoul to come and kidnap kids with us?"

There were a few seconds of silence, until I took another shaky breath and shook my head one last time, breaking my own heart in the process.

"I thought so. I'm sorry, Chen. There really is no other way."