Red Flags | Chanbaek

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Streets busy, cars passing by every second, chatter heard from afar, the smell of delicious food surrounding the streets. He's been surrounded by these streets all his life, the big city buildings with advertisements displayed on them to persuade you to buy their newest product. It wasn't buying it was more like wasting money on something that won't do so much for you just dial down your anxiety and insecurities a tad bit to make you feel better and profit off of you.

Yeol wasn't fazed by it. He wasn't fazed by much. Hands stuck deep into his pockets with a hat and hood placed on top of his head so his eyes weren't seen he walked down the street in thought. He thought about where he went wrong, with his life and why no one likes him, how he messed up his relationship with someone he really likes and how he's starting to he known as the guy who puts people in hospitals.

He wasn't taught self control because he never had someone to explain it to him, help him with it and understand it. On his own he learned a lot by himself, things family, friends and parents are suppose to teach you but he didn't have much of all three so he rocked what he worked with. No wonder he's fucked up in the head, he thought himself to be that way cause he never had a good grip of understanding on a lot of things in life.
And now he really understands why Baekhyun hates him, and it's not just the locking him in cages, the beatings he doesn't truly deserve, the accusation of cheating, the mistreatment but the way he makes him feel safe one second that turns against him the next.

Countless of times he's tried to make things better between the two, he wants to control himself but he needs help and he can't just ask now cause nobody willing be willing to do so. He kissed how they were from the beginning and now he dug himself into a hole without a way to get out of it. Stopping in his tracks and looking upgrading the sign that shines bright on top of the roof of the hospital, a hospital he's been in countless of times.

Walking in and straight to the front desk looking the woman in her eyes, "Lee Taeyong, I'm a friend" he said with no expression and a dark stare. "Room two thirty two." she said handing him a key and keeping her eyes on him. He walked off and into the elevator, pressing the second floor button and watching the doors close. He arrived at the floor and started walking til he reached Taeyong's room, opening the door the first thing he saw was the boy sleeping on the bed, endotracheal tube in his nose, wrist covered in bandages along with his hospital band dangling on one wrist.
His hair looked liked it was brushed cause it looked a lot better than the last time he saw him. Bags visible under his eyes looking like he's had a couple of rough nights. Palled skin paler than usual, "you must've been through hell cause of me." Chanyeol whispered sitting down on the chair in front of the boys hospital bed and looking at the news on the mini tv in his room.

"And today's news we are reporting a miss boy by the name of Lee Taeyong. Purple hair, 5'9, pale, went missing almost about a week ago. If any sightings of him or any information please call the number displayed on the screen."

Chanyeol sighed, he watched the Bandaged boy deep in his trance of sleep and looked around the room. Pill bottles prescribed to him, a little lamp that was lit cause the lights in the were were off, and even a small little bear animal sitting in the side saying he phrase 'Get well soon'.
"You come back to finish me off?" A voice said making the male on the chair turn. "I don't wanna kill you I came to see if your ok."

"Ok? I could've died cause of you. Now I'm stuck here for a while and my parents don't live in the city they don't know where I am. I'm here alone, do you feel good you did this to me?"

"I don't."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Cause I was protecting my boyfriend."

"You think im a threat?"

"I didn't say tha-"

"Then what is it then that you had to slash my fucking wrist and arms open."