Red Flags | Chanbaek

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It's been a couple days since the hotel trip and the hair dying session and Baekhyun has just been sitting and staying Inside his only safe place where he was free to be alone, his head.

He would stay in place on the couch for days, barley blinking, body limp, no expression on his face. It was like he had lost all feelings in his heart and has become so numb. He sat on the couch and watched the cartoons characters run around on the screen, focused, his eyes looking around to catch a glimpse of everything that was shown on screen. Brown irises lit up from the light of the screen and eye lids closing slowly and blinking every once in a while in a minute.

It's not like he has anything else to do. Chanyeol was acting weird and would be in the basement all the time.
Loud noises like banging and stuff every now and then. Baekhyun would sometimes have to stay in
his room with ear plugs in and ear muffs or head phones on his head so he couldn't hear what he was doing. He wasn't allowed to know and he didn't bother to ask and just listened obediently like a nervous dog scared to ask and face the consequences of asking a their psycho abusive owner for a praise or just a simple touch of affection.

After hearing banging going on in the basement stop he didn't even bother to look around but just kept his gaze on the tv.
Footsteps approached the living room and so were low chuckles and faint giggles. Baekhyun turned to the older seeing him chugging what was left inside the bottle of alcohol he was drinking before setting the bottle down on the table. He looked happy which was strange cause he never really smiled unless it was fake but he was never genuinely happy.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Cause I love you." Yeol said with the dumbest smile and walked over to Baek throwing himself onto him. Baekhyun grunted but somehow managed to support his weight and started to lightly pet his head. "You do?" The younger said uninterested and watching the tv again.

"Mhmmm! A-And I-  I wanna kiss youuuu! And love youuuu all night l-long!" The older said in his drunken state. He was puckering his lips together but baekhyun just turned his face to the other side of the room, "gimmie kissie." Chanyeol pouted and grabbed the youngers face pecking his lips and he just wiped the kiss off.
He didn't want his kisses anymore and his hugs which turns into suffocation sessions by the minute. He just wanted to watch tv and hope for yeol to pass out and sleep til he's himself again. He hoped he yeol would just ignore him and go back to the basement and work on what he was doing cause Baek didn't wanna be around him or acknowledge his presence.

"Hehe! Hey you wanna know something?"

"What is it?"

"I love youuuuu! So so much! I don't want anyone-  coming between us."

"Mhm."

"That's why I showed that guy! Who's boss!"

"Cool babe." Baekhyun said patting his back eyes never leaving the screen. "That guy won't live to see-e my pretty basement again."

"What guy? No one else is here. Your drunk shush."

"T-That Taeyong guy! That you were flirrrrrrting wit! He's I-In da basement. Hehe!"

Baekhyun's eyes widen and he pushed his boyfriend off of him and was quick to run to the basement. Turning on the lights he was horrified.

Taeyong with tears in his eyes, lips bruised, arms filled with deep cuts, blood rushing out as he sits there looking at his arms in disgust. He was tied to the wall so he couldn't run and shards of glass were surrounding him and little pieces were sticking out of his chest. The reflection on the glass Baek saw his own horrified face and then looking behind him at the door knowing he didn't have much time to save Taeyong.

His purple hair a mess and covered in dirt and dried blood, cheek bruised and his chest going up and down fast repeatedly cause of how much blood he was loosing. His cuts were deep, the skin was visibly open and you can see what was on the inside that the skin usually covered. Dark red blood covering him as Taeyong was just sitting there crying up a storm.

"Oh my god!" Baekhyun streaked running to the boy seeing him sitting in a puddle of his own blood, "I-I dont w-wanna d-die." Yong stutters trying to hold Baek's hand but he feel too weak. Baekhyun was quick to untie him even tho he was in pain still cause of his wrist and grabbed the bandages and such to clean yong up.

He started to cry seeing an innocent man be in this state because of an obsessive boyfriend who harms him and,beats him, treats him like he's the world and nothing at all and is now putting innocent people like Taeyong who has a life to live, a family to go too and is someone who hasn't done something wrong in danger. He blames himself for the males current situation and he just wanted him to be alright, live to see another day and heal from this experience.
He was running back to Taeyong when Chanyeol grabbed his neck and pulled him back making him drop everything in the process and squeak out for air, gasping and gasping in desperation to have the air trapped in his lungs to escape and have new air to come in and take the old airs place for a second.

"Not so faaaaassst. You did this to him. It's all your fault baby." He said grabbing the youngers face and forcing him to look at the bloody boy. Baekhyun screamed and cried even more gripping his boyfriends shirt. "B-Baby! Please I'll do anything! L-Let him go!"

"Cmon baby look at him. Look how pretty his arms are in those marks. You fucking did this to him you worthless whore. Your the reason he's gonna die tonight." He said in a dark raspy tone, gripping Baek's face tighter. Baek whimpered trying to remove his hand but he still had a broken wrist and was too weak. Yeol just slammed him to the floor and baekhyun was just as quick to get up again. "No! No! No! No! No!" He cried trying to grab the bandages again before yeol just yelled out in frustration and grabbed a knife that laid on the table, running over to Baekhyun and slashing his back through his clothes seeing him scream and fall to the floor in the pool of blood.

Baekhyun held himself on the floor crying in pain and wincing, chanyeol grabbed a rope and tied it around his neck pulling the younger to the opposite corner of the room and tying it to the table and ripping his blood covered shirt and pants off leaving him in only his boxers.
"Cmon baby don't fight me on this one. Be a good dumb dog and I'll give you a treat." He smiled and grabbed a muzzle. Baekhyun tried to run off and he screamed and cried for help but the rope pulled him back and made him fall to the floor. The older grabbed his face and put the muzzle on, Baek couldn't move much cause the muzzle was cutting at his jaw and cheeks so he stayed still as much as possible and whimpered in pain. He felt hopeless, he felt like a dumb dog stuck forever with his owner til he would be abandoned on a road or killed off.

"T-Take this off! P-Please! It H-Hurts!" The younger cried trying to take the muzzle off but yeol just held the bloody knife to his jaw and death glared him down.

"No. It's what dumb doggy's get. Now get in the fucking cage you dumb bitch." He said pulling an old blanket off of a big cage and untied the rope attached to the table. "Get crawling." He said sternly and Baek was quick to start crawling, crying and whimpering with every move he moved slowly and his boyfriend didn't like that so he kicked him in the ribs and cut at his shoulder. Blood rushing out of both cuts in the boys body he groaned falling weaker and weaker as the cold air started to hit his wounds.

"Fuck!" Baek cried shakily getting up again and trying to crawl faster. The younger now in the cage and tied to it, yeol locked it and bent down to face the younger holding onto the bars of the cage.

"You'll get out once I'm down cleaning up your friend." He said smiling the warmest smile.

"I hate you!" Baekhyun growled tears still escaping his eyes as he stared at chanyeol with pure hatred. "Say that shit again I'll cut his throat and he won't live to see another day." He said spitting at baekhyun before standing up and walking over to Taeyong.

"And don't worry. He's gonna be just fine."

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