Elites of Seoul

Chapter 11

Baekhyun's eyes opened to an empty bed in the morning. He shot out of bed, clutching onto Chanyeol's pillow to find any remnants of Chanyeol's warmth.

Instead, it was cold.

Trying not to panic about what could have happened to Chanyeol whilst he had somehow cried himself to sleep, he shakingly stood up from the bed.

While trying to fight away his tears, he walked out from the bedroom, the only sound echoing in the apartment was his socked feet softly padding against the floor.

Just as he entered the empty living room, he heard somebody in the kitchen.

Stopping mid-step, he picked up the sound of the whirring coffee machine and the kitchen cupboards being opened and closed.

Was it Jungkook?

Baekhyun's eyes fell on the figure wearing the familiar Adidas jacket and his heartbeat picked up instantly.

"Chanyeol..." He called out, not believing what he was seeing.

There stood the tall Heir, calmly making himself a cup of coffee as if he hadn't been shot just the day before.

Chanyeol turned around to see Baekhyun's tear stricken face and before he could open his mouth, he had Baekhyun run into his chest and clasp onto him tightly.

"You're alright," Baekhyun let out between quiet sobs. "Oh thank God, you're fine."

"Hey...Baekhyun, Hey" Chanyeol said, trying to stop Baekhyun mumbling into his white T-shirt. He had to calm the troubled Heir in his arms before he had another one of his panic attacks. Chanyeol pressed, "Just please look at me, Baekhyun!"

He held Baekhyun's face in his hands so that he could meet the gaze of the smaller male. Chanyeol noticed how easily he was able to encase Baekhyun's face in his palms, and couldn't help but be fond of the view of Baekhyun's glassy eyes staring up at him.

"Look at me, I am completely fine. It was just a small wound..." he started to console softly.

Suddenly, the tight hold on Chanyeol's waist loosened and soon had punches being thrown at his chest. "Oww, Baek, watch it!"

"A SMALL WOUND?!" Baekhyun's face turned red as he screeched, before hitting his torso again. "You couldn't even walk or talk properly, Chanyeol!"

"Yeah, it was because of the medicine-"

"I thought I lost you!" Baekhyun cried out, his voice cracking making Chanyeol's heart break at the sight.

Chanyeol regretted having insisted on being brought home last night. He shouldn't have let Baekhyun see him in such a weak and dire state. For all he knows, he probably had triggered the Byun heir with the way he was carried home by Jungkook.

"Sshh," Chanyeol wrapped the smaller in a comforting embrace, using his right arm to tighten his hold on the trembling male. "I am sorry, Baekhyun. I am sorry you had to see me like that."

Baekhyun clutched onto Chanyeol's Adidas jacket tightly as he tried to soothe his erratic heart. He didn't know why he had been so deeply affected; he had never thought he would have such a strong reaction to the Park heir being harmed.

"You scared me, you fucker," Baekhyun mumbled into the white t-shirt, which was now wet with Baekhyun's tears.

Chanyeol couldn't help but chuckle, "Did you really think I would leave you all alone that easily?"

He used his right hand to lift up Baekhyun's chin, and nudged his button nose, "I am not going to let you live alone in peace, Baekhyun."

"Bother and fuck with me all you want, but just....stay with me."