Sanctuary | Chanbaek (2)

Three

Baekhyun's stomach grumbled when he woke up. He traced Chanyeol's hipbones with his fingers until it woke him up.

"You're so beautiful."

"Thank you. So are you."

"How would you know if I'm beautiful or not?"

"Your voice is beautiful, your scent is beautiful, your taste is beautiful, and your touch."

"Oh," Was all Baekhyun could say.

"What time is it, Baek?"

Baekhyun looked at his watch that had been his older brother's, "Six thirty. We should probably get dressed and get out of here."

"Where will we go this morning?"

"I don't know yet. Are you hungry?" Baekhyun handed Chanyeol his clothes.

"Do we have to climb down from a second story window again? My legs are hurting."

"We might have to. Don't worry, this building is a little lower than the orphanage," Baekhyun opened the door a crack, "There are too many people downstairs."

"Well, let's get this over with."

"Your shirt is on backward. Chanyeol, I know you know how to do that right."

"No I don't, help me, Baekhyun."

"We're wasting time," Baekhyun hastily went over to help Chanyeol. Chanyeol had other plans, he kissed Baekhyun, "Chanyeol, I'm trying to help you."

"I don't need help," Chanyeol pushed Baekhyun against the wall and kissed his neck.

"You know that's not my lips, right?"

"I know," Chanyeol didn't stop.

"Ah, Chanyeol," Baekhyun gripped onto Chanyeol's backward shirt.

"Be quiet. Do you want somebody to hear you?"

"I can't help it, ah, Chanyeol, stop, I'm, ah. Have you, mm, done this before?" Chanyeol was too preoccupied to answer Baekhyun.

Baekhyun managed to push Chanyeol off of him.

"Didn't you like it?"

"I did, a lot actually, but I was... never mind," Baekhyun trailed off.

"You were what?"

"I was starting to feel weird, down there," Baekhyun said quietly.

"You mean you were getting hard? And why is that a problem?"

"We can't be loud while we're staying here, we can't get caught," He went over to the mirror, "Chanyeol, there's already bruises on me, you idiot."

"I wish I could see them."

"Fix your shirt then we really have to leave. And you better answer me, young man."

"I'm not that much younger than you."

"How did you learn how to do that?" Baekhyun repeated.

"I just hear the boys in our orphanage talking a lot. Fucking idiots, I may be blind but I can still hear them."

Baekhyun opened the window, "I always hear them using terms I don't understand."

"I can tell, those are called hickies, not bruises, by the way."

"I don't care what they are. Everyone is going to look at me strangely," He led Chanyeol to the window, "I'm climbing out now."

"I'll be behind you," They climbed out of the window. Baekhyun still had to make sure the coast was clear until they walked down the streets.

Baekhyun felt around his pockets and found a couple of dollars, "Do you have any money in your pockets, Chan?"

Chanyeol turned his pockets inside out and a couple of dollars and some change fell out.

"We don't get paid a whole lot as interns," Chanyeol said.

"Usually interns don't get paid, we're lucky."

"Okay, well all we have this week is five dollars and fifty cents. We need to spend wisely."

"Well, we need food."

"Can this buy us food for a week?"

"No, maybe a day, if we're lucky."

Baekhyun searched the small convenience store, debating on what was most important to buy. He ended up choosing a box of granola bars, a package of bottled water, and a lot of packaged noodles.

"How are we supposed to get this back up without being suspicious."

"I have a plan. We can leave it outside the front door. And then when the coast is clear we can sneak it upstairs."

"What if somebody takes it?"

"Then we starve," Baekhyun unwrapped a granola bar and gave it to Chanyeol.

They both felt nervous coming into work, but DJ was normal, "Ever heard of hygiene? You know, changing your clothes and what not? I don't know what I expected from teenagers anyways."

"Sorry."

"Here," He handed them t-shirts, "Uniforms I guess. Go change into those and then you can sweep the stage."

Maybe he won't notice if we wear the same shorts every day, Baekhyun hoped silently.

"How am I suppose to help you sweep?" Chanyeol asked.

"You can hold the dustpan," He figured the whole point of being an intern was doing the jobs that nobody else wanted to do. Baekhyun had only seen about two other employees. Later, DJ had them answering phone calls for people who wanted to perform there, or throw parties. Chanyeol would answer the phone and Baekhyun would tell Chanyeol available time slots and write information down.

This was basically their routine for the rest of the week until they were half-starved and given their first paycheck. Twenty-five dollars each was enough to buy food for the week and thrift shop clothes for them.

By the end of the second week, they couldn't go out into public, because everywhere they went, they saw missing posters.

In the third week, DJ started teaching Chanyeol how to play guitar during their break time.

But it wasn't until the end of the third week that there was banging on the apartment door.