Knock Before Entering

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Baekhyun had just been discharged from the hospital.

He walked to Luhan's insead of going home.

He knocked on the door gently and heard footsteps. Sehun answered the door.

"Baekhyun? Come in and sit down. Why'd they discharge you so early? It's only been a day." Sehun asked as he lead him to the couch.

Baekhyun sat down and put a hand on his stomach.

"No injuries besides the bruising, I'm fine." Baekhyun said with almost no emotion.

"That's a hell of a lot of bruises for you to be fine. He really beat the shit out of you."

Just as Sehun finished talking Chanyeol walked in from the back of the house.

"Why are you here Yeol?" Sehun asked sounding aggravated.

"I knew Baekhyun would walk here. I'm gonna take him home." Chanyeol stated.

"I don't-" Sehun stopped talking when he saw a glint of black metal in Chanyeol's back pocket.

"Let's go Baek." Chanyeol said, grabbing Baekhyun's hand.

Baekhyun silently followed Chanyeol to his car and got in.

Chanyeol's House
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Chanyeol got out and opened Baekhyun's car door for him.

Chanyeol walked into his house and pulled Baekhyun in.

Once Baekhyun was in the house Chanyeol pulled him into a hug.

Baekhyun stiffened up and refused to move once his arms touched him. He remembered what those same arms had inflicted.

Chanyeol pulled back to look at him.

His stiff  body.

His expressionless face.

He did that.

"Baekhyun, i- i can't say I'm sorry. I deserve to be in prison for what i did to you. Why didn't you tell them?"

Baekhyun shifted his gaze to meet Chanyeol's.

"I'll give you every chance i have for us to be a family. You don't even have to say a word to me when you aren't near our baby."

"I told you-"

Chanyeol abruptly stopped and looked at the door.

"Go upstairs." He told Baekhyun as he backed up.

Baekhyun wasn't moving.

When Chanyeol turned around to get him to move the door opened and shut quickly.

Chanyeol pulled the gun from his pocket and shot on instinct.

The bullet hit it's mark along with a terrible scream of pain.

The bullet did it's job and put that person on the floor.

That bullet was meant for a gang member or robber.

That's not who that bullet hit.

It landed in its place in someone elses chest.

Kai

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