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Chapter 14 // The Flames

Chanyeol had a rollercoaster of a night. When he fell asleep with Baekhyun cuddled up with him, he thought he was going to sleep better than he had in a long time. In actuality, he had several nightmares about waking up to an empty bed or about their budding relationship ending in disaster. Each time his eyes flew open and his heart was beating at a rapid pace, his eyes would dart down to the face still snuggled up against his side.

He woke up almost once every hour and every time Baekhyun was still sleeping beside him. Eventually, he must have gotten enough reassurement or his body decided to stop fucking with him and he fell into a peaceful slumber, because the next time his eyes opened, soft light was seeping through his curtains.

His room was the same, he felt the same, and his bed felt the same as it did every other day. Except, it wasn't the same. When he stretched out his long limbs to further wake himself up, he somehow managed not to kick the tiny brunet. It didn't alarm him at first since he was still half asleep but when he finally glanced at the other side of the bed he found it to be empty.

His boyfriend of not even twenty-four hours was gone.

The one person that had occupied his thoughts the entirety of the past week had slipped through his fingertips again. He got a taste of what the two of them could share as a couple, but apparently he overestimated Baekhyun as a partner.

Chanyeol was dumb for thinking that a long time player could settle down just like that. It did seem a little too easy to get the other to agree to be his boyfriend, but what did he get from lying to Chanyeol? They didn't have sex and by the looks of things he wasn't robbed either.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a strongly bitter scent wafted into his room. His nose scrunched up in distaste. It smelled like something was burning. Wait!? Did Baekhyun actually hate him and want to kill him by burning his home to the ground with him still in it!? Chanyeol should have seen it coming. This wasn't the first time someone tried to burn him alive.

"HOLY FUCK!"

Chanyeol nearly jumped out of his skin at the high pitched curse that was shouted from another room in his apartment. Whether this was an attempt at his life or not, he needed to figure out what was happening. He threw himself out of his bed but his groggy limbs had him falling face first to the floor. He stayed sprawled out on the floor, his head spinning and his nose aching painfully.

"HOW COULD THIS FUCKING HAPPEN!?"

The shouting started up again and Chanyeol's adrenaline kicked in. He not-so-gracefully stood back up and ran out of his room and to the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, he was met with a shocking sight. Baekhyun was standing in front of the stove with a big bowl in his hands. There was a large flame rising from a frying pan on top of the stove and Baekhyun waved the empty bowl forward as if to dump something onto the fire, but nothing happened. The older male became even more frantic as he looked from the stove to the bowl and to the sink in panicked wonder.

"WHY DIDN'T THAT WORK!? THE HELL IS THIS!?"

Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun rushed back to the sink and let water pour back into his empty bowl. That's when reality hit him and he jumped into action. "Don't put water on the fire! That will make it worse!"

A startled yelp came from the smaller but Chanyeol paid it no mind as he turned off the burner and grabbed an unwashed pot from his counter. He placed the pot on top of the flaming pan and the fire slowly faded into nothingness.

He sighed in relief, wiping away the sweat forming on his forehead as he turned back to Baekhyun. "What's going on?" he asked in a genuinely curious tone.