The Official EXO Ship Book Pt. 2

Chanbaek pt. 3

"We're leaving."

Chanyeol glanced up, mouth bulging with shrimp. "Wha-"

"I got a call, they're outside of a bank," Baekhyun stood from his chair, frown set on his face. "It's right outside the club, you were right. Come on, we got no time to lose."

Chanyeol sighed, and after shoving a few more spoonfuls of pasta into his mouth he followed his 'husband' through crowds of people.

"Damn it, come on... Excuse me!" Baekhyun sighed, trying to squeeze past a couple. "Coming through!"

"Nah, this won't work," Chanyeol breathed, grabbing Baekhyun by the waist and pulling him close. "Come on, let's dance."

"Chanyeol we don't have time-"

"Just trust me, alright?"

"I don't know how to dance!"

"A gay guy doesn't know how to dance? Foreal- ow!"

"I'll do more than punch your stomach next time."

"Just-" A sigh. "Wiggle your hips or something."

A new song came on, and Chanyeol recognized it as Rosé's solo. An slow, melodious ballad with soft vocals; perfect. He started to dance, bringing Baekhyun close and shuffling his feet. Baekhyun awkwardly fiddled with his fingers, having no idea what to do. Chanyeol gently took his wrists and put them around his neck, wrapping his arms around Baekhyun's waist.

"Oh, come on," Baekhyun grumbled. He was blushing furiously- Chanyeol could see that even with the dim light.

"Come on, you're just fine," Chanyeol allowed a smirk. "Wouldn't mind having you as a fake husband again."

Baekhyun gave his shoulder a light-hearted smack, though he ended up stepping forward and resting his cheek on Chanyeol's chest. It was so comforting- swaying gently, and having Chanyeol hold him so protectively felt pretty good.

"Baek?"

"Mm?"

"Door."

"What?"

Baekhyun glanced up, only to realize they were at the back door. Chanyeol had slowly steered them through the crowd and landed them at an exit.

"Huh. Not so bad."

"It took a few years to perfect," Chanyeol chuckled, straightening his shirt. "Shall we?"

"We shall."

They opened the doors, unexpecting; a round of gunshots went off. Chanyeol, thinking quickly, shoved Baekhyun behind a dumpster. Baekhyun swore under his breath as he pulled out his gun and began firing back. They ignored the startled screams coming from inside; they were now in a shoot out. Chanyeol dodged around a corner for better cover, pulling out his gun and firing back. He made out four, five, six people running around; he knocked down two and four started to run.

It was a chase- Chanyeol sprinted after them, hissing into his radio as he turned on his recording device.

"Six foot, black hair, Asian, wearing all leather like a weirdo. Five foot eight, red hair, caucasian, wearing flannel and jeans. They have a baseball bat and a handgun each, Baekhyun will-" Chanyeol glanced behind him, but didn't see his partner behind him. "Baekhyun?"

Chanyeol slowed down to a jog, confused. Where was he? He jogged back to the dumpster, only to trip over one of the guys- wait, a third bandit? He only shot two. Chanyeol felt himself turn sick as he made his way back, heart pounding.