Winter Heat | chanbaek

Chapter Thirty-Three

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The tension between Chanyeol, Yoora, and Baekhyun had begun to ebb away by the time the front door opened and closed, followed by the sound of someone walking through the living room to the kitchen. They all glanced up, both Chanyeol and Baekhyun already knowing who it would be as Oh Sehun appeared in the kitchen archway.

He slowly looked at them all, his eyes resting on Baekhyun the longest before he asked, "Why wasn't I invited?"

Chanyeol didn't know what to say, and Baekhyun had to grab the table as a sudden wave of nausea washed over him. He felt dizzy as Yoora's sudden happy voice cried, "Sehun, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!" She gushed as she leapt out of her seat and seized Sehun's arm, pulling him to an empty chair as she excitedly asked, "So what's new since the last time I saw you?"

Sehun's gaze darted to Baekhyun from the corner of his eye before he met Yoora's smiling face with a kind smile of his own. "Oh, I actually started seeing someone, and um . . ." Sehun trailed off with a wide smile and softly chuckled before saying, "We're actually expect—-"

Baekhyun suddenly pushed away from the table as he gasped, "Excuse me!" before he was rushing from the kitchen, his stomach churning with the promise of vomit.

He made it to the bathroom just in time to retch up his dinner. He coughed and squeezed his eyes closed against the dizziness inside his head, as he heard the faint call of Chanyeol asking if he was okay.

Baekhyun cleared his throat, and hoarsely called back, "Y–yeah, I'm okay!"

There was a gentle knock at the door before Chanyeol softly asked, "Can I come in?"

"Please don't, it's so gross," Baekhyun weakly replied as he wiped his face and shakily inhaled.

"I don't care, I'm coming in," Chanyeol said as he pushed the door open and slipped inside. He grimaced at the sour smell before deciding to breathe through his mouth, so not to upset Baekhyun further. He opened the small window above the toilet bowl before softly asking, "Are you okay?"

Baekhyun weakly shook his head and sniffled before mumbling, "No, Sehun almost—-"

"I know," Chanyeol softly said as he leaned close and gently pulled Baekhyun into his arms. He rubbed his back and brushed his sweaty hair away from his face as he murmured, "Do you want me to take you home? You might feel better . . ."

Baekhyun shook his head with a small sigh before mumbling, "No, I have to talk to him . . ."

"What are you going to say?" Chanyeol asked.

"First of all, I'm going to ask if he wants to come along to my ultrasound, and then I'm going to kill him for nearly telling your sister I'm pregnant...." Baekhyun softly murmured.

Chanyeol chuckled and continued to soothingly stroke Baekhyun's forehead. "Don't worry, love, I'd have thrown my lasagna at him before he could."

Baekhyun giggled and peeked up at Chanyeol as he softly murmured, "Thanks, and I know you didn't plan for your night to turn out like this, but I'm actually having a really nice time."

Chanyeol smiled and chuckled as he teasingly asked, "Even as you hover over my towel looking pale and sweaty?"

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and playfully punched Chanyeol's arm before replying, "Yes, even pale and sweaty."

Chanyeol chuckled and kissed Baekhyun's forehead before softly muttering, "I'm going to leave you to clean up, I'll see you in the kitchen."

Baekhyun nodded as Chanyeol smiled before leaving the bathroom, and Baekhyun stood up. He turned on the sink and splashed his face with cold water before using his spare toothbrush he brought over two weeks ago to clean away the acidic taste of vomit, and then he was leaving the bathroom and walking out to the kitchen.

Yoora and Sehun sat froze at the table after Baekhyun suddenly stood up, looking pale and sick before he raced off to the bathroom, with Chanyeol following closely behind him. Yoora blinked in surprise before glancing at Sehun worriedly as she muttered, "I hope he's okay...."

Sehun had also felt the urge to bolt from the table the moment Baekhyun took off for the bathroom, but he managed to remain in his seat as he hoarsely replied, "Y–yeah, me too."

Yoora glanced at him curiously and concernedly asked, "Are you okay?"

Sehun nodded weakly and mumbled, "Yeah, I'm just . . ." Sehun trailed off.

"Just . . . what?" Yoora asked curiously.

"Worried."

"Why?"

Sehun bit his bottom lip and knawed over his thoughts, not wanting to say what he was so worried about now that Chanyeol wasn't sitting here for him to hurt. He hated that he felt so pity, but he couldn't help it as he glanced up at Yoora and muttered, "Chanyeol hasn't been honest with you."

Yoora frowned. "What do you mean?"

"He . . . he hurt me in the worse way," Sehun muttered.

Yoora's eyebrows furrowed as she scooted closer to Sehun and gently rubbed his back as she softly said, "If my brother did something to hurt you, you need to tell me what it is, Sehun."

"He hijacked Baekhyun's pregnancy," Sehun whispered.

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