Panchali’s POV

“Chanyeol. Come on. This was not your fault. It was in no way your fault.” I said and took a step forward to find Suho’s hand blocking me.

I looked up at him, confused. He shook his head silently as Chanyeol just peered over the streets of Seoul.

The cool night air ruffled his hair and he stood tall, one foot on the ledge, with his hands in his pockets.

I gulped. For some reason, I felt terrible. I had been the one in that surgery.

My stupid brain wouldn’t help but blame myself. See now I’m disowning responsibility like it isn’t my brain. But technically my brain is the one disowning responsibility since I think what my brain wants. So my brain is disowning all responsibility and pinning the blame on itself…? As I said. Stupid brain. There it goes again.

Coming back.

I think I have ADHD.

Coming back.

 Luhan walked up to Chanyeol and put one hand on his shoulder. Chanyeol gave no indication that he noticed.

We stood like that for god knows how long when a nurse came running up.

“Where have you all been?! Your fellow intern…” she huffed.

Kai… my eyes widened.

“He… he went into v-fib…” she said, putting one hand on her heaving chest.

“I-is he all right?!” I stuttered.

“Yeah yeah… visiting hours were over and we thought he might want to see someone…” she panted, leaning against the wall.

“I’ll go.” Luhan said suddenly and went off before I could say anything.

I wanted to go. I did. But I didn’t know how to face him after the scene my father had created.

Chanyeol still stood at the ledge. Suho and I looked at each other.

We went forward slowly and made Chanyeol turn towards us.

His face was absolutely impassive. If he cried or somehow showed his emotions it would’ve been easier. But he was emotionless. It was almost scary.

I didn’t know it was possible for his face to look this serious.

He looked small for some reason. Like he had done something he could never forget.

Without thinking, I pulled him towards me and hugged him. Honestly I thought he would push me but he didn’t react. So I just stood there with him in my arms, running my hands up and down his back, whispering what I hoped were soothing words.

He didn’t react in any way and I started to feel a little awkward.

His chin was resting on my shoulder, his hands still in his pockets.

I awkwardly withdrew my hands as he looked at me with an emotionless face.

Suho came forward right then and held Chanyeol’s hand.

“Dude I’m really very sorry but I have to go right now. I promise I’ll come to you as soon as I can. I have to run bro. Take care.”

Suho embraced him and patted his back a few times before turning to leave.

I gave him a pleading expression. How would I handle Chanyeol alone? He gave me an apologetic smile and went away as I raised an arm to stop him.

Where did he have to go that was so important?

My hands had barely come back to my sides when I felt myself being pulled.

My head crashed on Chanyeol’s chest as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly.

“Er… Chanyeol…?” I muttered wriggling my face towards the side.

I worked my arms over his back and patted him.

“Just… please… don’t go…” he muttered and breathed heavily.

I took a deep breath and continued to pat him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He didn’t reply and just stood there with me in his arms. I was feeling awkward as hell but I didn’t say anything.

“Hey Panchali?” he finally said after five minutes by which point my shoulders had started hurting from hugging someone so bloody tall.

“Y-yes?” I asked.

“You’re my wingman for tonight.” He let me go, his eyes gleaming.

“Wingman?” I asked, confused.

“Yes. My coping mechanism is picking up girls. You’ll be my bro since Kai is not available. Lets go.”

“W-what?! Bro?!” was all I could say before I was dragged to the depths of nightlife

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