Narcissist • Chanbaek✔

11; Ill

WARNING: This chapter includes the mention of vomit. If you are sensitive to this or would not like to read this chapter feel free to skip. I tried not to include too much detail. Stay happy x

An awful crashing and clanging woke me and Kai up. I bolted upright in surprise as the sound of two frying pans being wacked together filled the dark bedroom. The only light visible was the light from the hall silhouetting our leader, Suho as he stood in our doorway gripping two pots from the kitchen.

"Argh," Kai groaned at the horrific noise.

"Shut up!" Yelled Sehun from the room opposite.

I glanced at the digital clock resting on my bedside table: 6:01am. After giving Suho an unforgiving glare I got up to get washed and dressed, he subsequently left closing the door behind him and choosing Kyungsoo and Chanyeol as his next target.

Seeing as it was practice today I slipped into a pair of comfy joggers, they barely fit round my waist as I had lost a lot of weight since we began practicing for debut. They sagged loosely around my ankles and just about held onto my bony hips.

"Junmyeon, I will kill you!" The deep morning voice of Park Chanyeol thundered through the apartment making the deafening clangs of the frying pan seem meek and half hearted. The fact that he used Suho's birth name gave the situation a sincere vibe and although Baekhyun should've been worrying for the well-being of his good friend he couldn't help but chuckle at the slightly comedic situation.

Once all twelve of us were up and ready to go, some still half asleep with drooping eyelids and scruffy hair, we set off through the front door. The morning air was refreshing and bewildering, after being locked in a crowded dorm for several hours I felt relieved to finally breath the cold wind into my lungs.

I walked next to Chanyeol with my small hand subtly cupped in his large bear paws. Frequently our bodies would collide as we strolled unevenly. I kept as close as possible to him in a useless attempt to bury our intertwined hands between our coats so the other members wouldn't see but Chanyeol merrily swung our hands about making the situation more obvious than I wanted, I let him dance along anyway just because it kept that beautiful smile on his face.

"Are you excited? I'm excited!" He sung happily as he skipped by my side.

I gathered he was referring to our impending debut in which I replied "No, I'm terrified." And it was true. I was terrified. To the point were sleeping had become a difficult task as I tossed and turned along with my insides every hour of the night, and eating wasn't easy either; my churning stomach often threatened to reject my food at the thought of performing live onstage.

Chanyeol stopped skipping. "Aw, don't worry, Baek." He squeezed my hand in reassurance. "I promise to be there with you every step of the way! I will never leave your side even if it kills me."

I smiled at Chanyeol's sweetness.

"Really, Baek. You're so special to me and I hate to see you sad so I promise to always be there for you to make you happy. Forever." He continued.

My smile grew larger with every word he spoke. At one point I felt as if my lips couldn't stretch any further yet they still managed to as his soft voice filled my senses.

"I promise to be there for you too." I replied sincerely.

"Forever?"

"Forever and ever and ever and ever!" I laughed childishly as Chanyeol pulled my skinny body into a playful hug.

We both grinned hugely as we trailed behind the members on the way to the practice room. I was drunk and dizzy with happiness as my cold hand rested perfectly in the taller boys grip.