RENDEZVOUS | chanbaek

TWENTY-ONE

FLASHBACK: Three days ago

Luhan closely studied the picture laid out in front of him, before with a curious frown he glanced up at the callous man before him. "So why do you want this man dead?" Luhan asked, as he glanced up at Kris Wu —- one of two of the cities biggest Mafia leaders.

"Because it's come to my attention that he's grown special to someone that I hate and wish to suffer," Wu replied.

"Killing this people seems pretty extreme though...." Luhan trailed off.

Wu rolled his eyes with a humorless chuckle, before replying, "I have to send Park Chanyeol a message he'll actually listen to. If I kill his new toy, then he'll be angry and hurt enough to retaliate without a plan and that's when I'll finally kill him. I need him weak and vulnerable, Luhan, so can I trust you to kill Byun Baekhyun?"

Luhan's lips curled up in a smile as he leaned his elbows onto the table, and purred, "When do I get my money?"

Wu smiled too, and replied, "Kill him, and I promise to make you rich."

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Luhan layed stunned and bleeding on the pavement, while hot and sticky blood pooled from the gunshot wound in his shoulder. He had been lucky, and as he laid there listening to the moans of Sehun, he knew he hadn't been. Luhan rolled to his side with a groan, and used his good arm to push off the pavement to his feet. He picked up his gun and wiped his brow as he stumbled towards Sehun, who was pale and bleeding heavily from the gunshot wound to his left side. Even despite Sehun's efforts of holding his hand over the wound, the blood still oozed in a steady stream through his fingers.

He's going to die . . . Luhan thought as he crouched down beside him. Luhan tsked, and softly muttered, "You shouldn't have come here, and now you're just going to bleed out all alone in the street while I'm killing your friend. It's too bad really, I think I would have liked you in another life."

"S-Screw....you," Sehun gasped between breaths.

Luhan pursed his lips, and mumbled, "This is really too bad. Anyway, I have a job to do." Luhan said before standing back up, with a small wince he gritted his teeth against. "See you in hell!" Luhan called out before walking away.

Sehun watched him disappear, and never in his life had he felt more helpless or useless. He bit his bottom lip against the pain, and tried to get his breathing under control as he reached down into his pocket for his walkie. He pressed the button down, and weakly said, "This is Sehun, I've been shot. This suspect is . . . He's-He's . . ." Sehun trailed off as unconsciousness claimed him.

"Chanyeol," Baekhyun mumbled, as he pressed his hands to Chanyeol's chest to push him back. "I don't think this is a good idea . . ."

Chanyeol stopped kissing Baekhyun's neck for a moment, and slid his hands up to clasp his face as he softly replied, "Why?"

"Because there's something I haven't told you, and after everything that's happened you need to know," Baekhyun said.

Chanyeol continued to gently stroke Baekhyun's cheek, and frowned as he asked, "What do you mean?"

Baekhyun bit his bottom lip, and wouldn't meet Chanyeol's gaze as he said, "I know who shot me."

Chanyeol's eyes widened, and he placed his finger beneath Baekhyun's chin and forced him to look at him. "What are you saying? You know them? How? Who is it?" Chanyeol demanded, his anger growing by the minute.

Baekhyun pulled away from Chanyeol as he replied, "If I tell you who it is you'll kill them!"

"Of course I'll fucking kill them! They tried to hurt you, Baekhyun, and that's unforgivable."

"And that's exactly my point! Wu is just manipulating you, Chanyeol! He wants to see what will hurt you the most, and by now he must know that—-" Baekhyun trailed off, and Chanyeol frowned at him curiously.

"He must know what? That you're important to me, and that's why you were targeted?" Chanyeol sighed. "Well, he's not wrong if that's his plan...." Chanyeol trailed off, and then he huffed in frustration.

"Wu has been screwing with the wrong man," Chanyeol muttered. "If he thinks for one second I'll let him get close enough to hurt you, he's insane." Chanyeol whispered as he gently caressed Baekhyun's cheek, before leaning in to press a tender kiss to his lips.

"No one but me is getting their hands on you," Chanyeol breathed huskily, causing Baekhyun to gasp as a shiver raced up his spine.

Baekhyun gulped, and reached up to wind his hands into Chanyeol's shirt as he said, "Chanyeol, I—-"

Crash!

Baekhyun and Chanyeol both jumped when they heard the sound of shattering glass. They glanced at each other, confused and bewildered. "Is someone else here?" Baekhyun asked, suspicion in his voice and hurt in his heart —- the possibility of someone else being here for Chanyeol suddenly too much.

Chanyeol shook his head furiously and replied, "No, it's only you . . ."

"Then who just broke into your house?" Baekhyun whispered —- although by the churning in his stomach and the sour taste in his mouth, he had the feeling he already knew.

"Baekhyun, you need to leave!" Chanyeol hissed.

"What!? No fucking way am I leaving you, Chanyeol!" Baekhyun cried in a hushed voice.

"You have too!" Chanyeol said. "We both know why they're here and what comes next . . . I need to know you'll be somewhere safe. Please, go out through the back and use my phone to call Jongin and Minseok." Chanyeol said, as he passed his phone into Baekhyun's hand.

"But I can't—-"

"Just go!" Chanyeol yelled, his sharp tone causing Baekhyun to flinch. Chanyeol sighed, and softened his voice as he said, "We'll see each other again, and when we do, tell me what you wanted to say. Until we meet again . . ." Chanyeol trailed off as he pulled Baekhyun close and kissed his forehead, before letting him go and gently shoving him away.

Tears fell over Baekhyun's cheeks, and he said, "Until we meet again . . ." And then he turned around on his heel and ran as quickly as he could to the back door, and carefully circled around to the front to his car.

He was only a few feet away from his vehicle when he saw something out of place in the middle of the road, and he frowned. But then he noticed the truck, that looked achingly familiar. Baekhyun felt as if his heart stopped when he realized what he was seeing, before in a blind, panicky fear he ran forward to find Sehun unconscious and bleeding from a gunshot wound to his left side.

"No no no!" Baekhyun quietly cried, as he frantically pushed his hand onto the wound and pulled out his phone with the other. "You better not die on me, Sehun." Baekhyun said, just as he heard sirens in the distance.

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