Shatter | Chanbaek [HIATUS]

xɪx | nineteen

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"What??" Baekhyun's forehead creases, his eyebrows colliding as he stared at the woman whose eyes were shedding tears.

"I can't believe how much you've grown.. Look at you, you've grown so well.." She sobs, covering her mouth with her hand.

"What in the chicken shit are you talking about?" Baekhyun barks out, no longer confused and was now pissed.

"Language, love." Chanyeol reminds the ravenette, the latter sneering nack before facing the woman.

"My mother left me years ago. You must have mistaken me for another person with the same name." He slams the door close on her face, his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. Hearing about anything related to his past, especially his mother and father, made him sensitive.

"My Little Prince.." She was at the window, staring at him with such a distant and painful look.

Nae eolin wangjanim.

Baekhyun could remember it clearly.

When he was young, his father used to work long shifts at the small S-Oil franchise that he owned. Him and hus mother usually played all day.

"Nae eolin wangjanim~" His mother would call him a little prince softly, lulling him to sleep in her arms while she caressed his chubby red cheeks.

"Go away." Baekhyun's shoulders slump in defeat, walking slowly towards the room.

Chanyeol, who was observing the scene unfold the whole time, followed the younger into the room and sat beside him on the bed.

"What's wrong, love?" He makes Baekhyun huddle closer to his side, his strong arm embracing him into a side hug.

"I just hate how she claims to be my mother.. Do you think I'd be happy if someone who left me intentionally comes back?" He snarls under his breath, gripping the giant's arm tightly that his nails left indents. Couldn't he be happy for just one day?

That's all he asked for. One day full of happiness.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." He stood up irritably,  but a look of forlorn graced his small face. He really was sensitive about his family. 

Huh. Come to think of it, Baekhyun never told Chanyeol about his life, about his family.

Actually, now that he thought about it, they never even talked about their lives. It was always about sex, manipulation, lies, and heated arguments. They never had a single day that was normal. It was either Chanyeol was killing someone, Baekhyun was deceiving someone, Baekhyun was escaping from Chanyeol or he was being kidnapped and abducted. 

"Babe, do you want me to cook some food?" Chanyeol stood up from the bed, knocking twice on the bathroom door. He heard the water pouring down inside, and he could almost imagine how his lover looked like inside.

"Yeah, I'm hungry." His faint voice agrees from inside the bath, making Chanyeol smile. It's been a while since he cooked for Baekhyun.

"Let's try yukgaejang again.. This time, follow the rules, Park Chanyeol." He ties a baby pink apron around him, the supposedly medium-sized apron turning two sizes smaller around his large build. Sighing, he turns to get the salt from the top cupboard but instead smacks his forehead against the base.