On nights when the yelling is overwhelmingly loud and you slip into panic, he comes to you. It doesn't matter if it's 3 AM and he has a schedule in a few hours or if he hasn't slept in over a day. When you can't move, can't breathe, can only curl up on your bed, paralyzed and scared, he sneaks in through your bedroom window to hold you in his arms.
    He soothes you with his soft voice as you whisper his name in relief. "Chanyeol."
    "Listen to this," he says each time, plugging headphones into your ears to drown out the shouting in the living room, "it's a new song we're working on." And each time, as you listen, he kisses away the pain.

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