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BABY PLEASE COME HOME ! dorbyn
IN WHICH ! an innocent shopping trips send 'sparks' flying ; angst
SONG ! baby please come home - mariah carey
( WARNING : sho*ting, mentions of panic, etc. )
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the boy's hands trembled as he reached for his phone, the most fear he's ever felt in his entire life coursing through his body as he quickly tapped on daniel's contact.
the moment he had heard the first gunshot he swore he could've felt his blood run cold, tears immediately springing to his eyes as he quickly dove behind the check-out desk.
the day was supposed to be fun, stressful but nevertheless, fun. he had just intended to go christmas shopping, picking up last minute gifts for his friends and family. he still remembers kissing daniel goodbye, promising the blonde he'd be home soon. he promised he'd be home soon.
"hey, baby." daniel's voice brought a sob tumbling out of corbyn's lips, clutching onto his phone like a life line as he cried, hiding his fear behind a trembling hand, "corbyn? corbs, love what's going on."
"d-daniel, daniel?"
"i'm here, love. i'm here, talk to me."
paranoia surrounded him as the scared boy constantly looked over his shoulder, pushing himself further and further into a corner, "d-daniel, please i-i'm so scared." corbyn's voice was no more than a hoarse whimper.
"gosh–corbs. what's going on, baby?"
"there's someone here shooting. i-i can hear the gun, i-it's so loud." the boy paused, looking around before another whimper so quiet sounded, daniel wasn't even sure he heard it, "i'm scared, daniel."
the boy heard rustling from behind his phone, daniel clearly moving throughout the house before an engine was turned on, "it's okay, corbs. i'm coming, i'm on the way."
"no, no you're gonna get hurt."
"i'm not leaving you there, love. i'm on my way, okay? i won't hang up."
"p-promise?"
"i promise."
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"corbs? what's going on, love?"
daniel couldn't remember a time where he more hated la traffic, the amount of cars that stood in between his vehicle and getting to the mall where corbyn was stationed only fueled daniel's worry. his hand hit wheel, mumbling small curses as he cut drivers off, flashing apologetic waves their way.
