your number one fan ; chanbaek [completed]

chapter thirtythree

sorry for any errors.

chanyeol

i parked my car in the nearest parking spot I could find, and ran beside baekhyun while he was on the stretcher.

"it'll be okay baek.. I'm right here." I would say every 30 seconds, just to remind him. the nurse and paramedic would occasionally give me a soft smile, telling me he'd be okay.

"I'm sorry sir, but you can't be in here." The doctor said to me, before shutting the door. I sighed, and kicked the wall beside the door.

I turned around and took a seat in one of the chairs closest to me.

but, as I started to sit down, a guy came running into the hallway I was in. he looked older. like about 50 or something like that.

"where is my son?! I demand to know where he is!" The guy shouted.

oh god

this was baeks dad. he was here. trying to see my boy.

"excuse me, sir?" I said, motioning him in my direction. he looked at me and gave me a look. a weird look, like he knows me from somewhere.

"Wait.. I know you." He pointed. Coming in my direction and getting in my face. I flinched back a little as he invaded my personal space. "Y-You do?" I asked.

"Yes! You're the poster in my filthy sons room." his eyes widened, as he realized what he had just said. blocking his cover. I looked at him, and all I could see was red. The dream I had, this detail was true. he was treated horribly by this poor excuse of a human.

"sir. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." I said, standing up. I obviously was taller than him. by a lot. I guess I looked tempting, because he backed up a bit.

"th-this is my son! I can see him if I want!" He stuttered over his words a bit, trying to cover up his lies.

"don't even try to lie. you abuse him. mentally and physically. you disgust me, trying to come in here like an actual father, when you really are lower than the dirt I walk on. get out of here, do you want me to report you to the police now or later?" I growled at the end of my speech, making it clear that I was not fucking around.

"y-you have n-no evidence!" He shouted, smirking afterwards, thinking he has won.

"actually I have the most important piece of evidence there is." I smiled, making him even more mad. He crossed his arms, stepping closer to me. "oh yeah? what is that?"

"baekhyun."

I said, and that's when he backed away, and tried to make a run for it, but since I'm faster, and have longer limbs, I grabbed the back of his jacket, pulling him back.

the police men at the front desk looked at us, surprised. I breathed heavy breathes, before speaking.

"yah, don't just stand there. I would like to make a report."

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baekhyun

I was awoken by a bright light.

oh god, did I die?

I squinted my eyes, before fully adjusting to the lighting of the room. I looked around, seeing doctors scattered everywhere.

"he's awake!" I heard a nurse yell, with a blue mask on.

"hello, baekhyun. I'm Dr. Choi, i and many other doctors and nurses did surgery on you. you have a couple of broken ribs, a broken arm, as you can tell from your cast on your left arm. Thankfully, it was nothing huge. but you did have a severe concussion. and we want you to get plenty of rest for the rest of the week. we will send you home tomorrow or in a couple of days. until further notice, you'll be staying here in the hospital. any questions?" He spoke so fast.

"um.. no. thank you." I said, quietly. my head hurt so much, I just wanted to sleep forever and never wake up.

"there is someone here too see you. do you want me to let them in?" The doctor questioned, I nodded my head. My friends didn't know yet, so who could it be?

he opened the door, him and all the other doctors and nurses exited the room, letting me and whoever the person was to have privacy.

"baekhyun?" I heard the most deep, and sexiest voice ask.

he entered the room, and it was who I wanted it to be. and at this moment, I actually thought I was dead, and in a heaven somewhere above.

"chanyeol?" I questioned, I knew who it was. but I wanted to see if this was real.

"come here." I motioned to him, he grabbed a chair and pulled it close to the hospital bed. I reached out, and caressed the side of his face,

it was real.

"pinch me." I said, looking at him, seriously.

"what? why?" He asked, shocked at my command, so I said it again. "pinch me."

he rolled his eyes, but instead of pinching me,

he kissed me.

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