Chapter 6

  After coming back from seeing Chanyeol, he walked back home with a freshly beating heart. But of course Chanyeol declared to walk with him, and Baekhyun was not going to decline. And so he walked without feeling scared from all the possibilites that can occur at the hell hole for the first time. Oh how wonderful it is to be able to feel just a little more carefree. And even though all these thoughts of everything Chanyeol is giving him is so extraordinary and just blissful, they all drain out of him when he see's flashes of lights in front of the hell hole. Furrowing his brows, he steps closer to the scene of police men and caution taps drapped around every inch of the building. Just what is happening?   “Sorry kid, but you can't pass by, this is a crime scene.” The police man says, earning a look of shock from the small boy. Crime scene? Holy... what has happened while he was away?   “I um.. l-live here... What h-happened?” He asks and Chanyeol just stands there, witnessing.    “A criminal broke inside and stole most of your belongings. I'm sorry kid, but you were lucky you weren't here, most of the people inside were injured.” Baekhyun blinks in utter surprise, how lucky indeed. If he hadn't agreed to meet Chanyeol today, he would probably be one of those who were injured, at least more than usual. He sighs without dread.    He wants to feel reasured that Martha and her devils won't be around him tonight, but he still feels a tinge of... what was it exactly? He had no idea what it was, but it felt like it was in between the levels of uneasiness.   “But s-sir...”    “It's okay, you can stay over at my place, Baek.” Chanyeol whispears into his ear and Baekhyun turns to look at him unexpectadly. Can he really go over to stay at another persons house? It all seemed so foreign to him, but he wasn't going to go stay at the hospital where Martha is. Hell no. He would rather sleep on a park bench with a newspaper to use as a blanket.    “Are you alright lad?” The cop rests a hand on his shoulder and Baekhyun nods absent mindedly, turning back around to look at the man in the suit. “Do you have some sort of realitive you can stay with for a short while?”   He looks at Chanyeol from the corner of his eyes and simply nods, which speaks volumes in his case. _____________________   “So, are you hungry?” Chanyeol asks when they enter the apartment that is now familiar to Baekhyun's pair of almond eyes. He takes off his shoes and places them neatly on the mat in front of the closed door.    Baekhyun hasn't been hungry in a while, his appetite doesn't really open up that much anymore. “No... I'm fine.” Chanyeol sighs and looks at Baekhyun sharply, making the shorter boy sweaty under his burning stare. He fiddles with his fingers, not knowing how to handle this sudden aura of awkwardness. Well, not much is ever really awkward with Chanyeol around, but this atmosphere feels so unusal with his attention on him.   “Well thats just too bad.” The shaggy haired boy finally speaks after seconds of excessive staring, “Because we're going to make dinner together anyways.”   Baekhyun looks up from the puzzle he has created with his fingers, “T-Together?”    “Yep, do you know how to make Chajangbop?”    Chajangbop? He wishes he could say he knew what it is, but unfortunatly he cannot. Martha had always banned Baekhyun from eating any food he particularly might have an intrest in. She claimed it would be too enjoyable for him and he should only eat things at school, which explains his scrawny and small frame of his physiqe. In that hell hole, food is served to the products of the devil only.    Shaking his head, he bites down on his bottom lip. “N-No...”   “No? Well then, I've got some teaching to do.” He smiles at him, “Ironic isn't it?” Chanyeol chuckles as he grabs Baekhyuns wrist and tugs him towards the kitchen. Baekhyun looks down at the hand wrapped around his wrist and he suddenly feels the urge to smile. Though he doesn't know if it's from the walking they're doing, but his heart is also beating slightly faster than it usualy did. Was he getting sick or something? This was so abnormal, but now that he thinks about it, these symptoms occur whenever he is around the tall lad.    “Alright, grab a pot and put some water in it. Your going to make rice!” He hollars as he rumages through the fridge for vegtables and other ingrediants poking around his abstract mind. Baekhyun looks around with his eyes wandering for a pot, he moves from one leg to another, opening a cabnit and luckily finding a pot on one of the shelves.    He manages to make the rice without burning the house down, and he feels a little sence of accomplishment when he smells the scent of the freash rice cooking on the stove. He has never really done anything for himself before, it was always store bought items he would buy or school food, so this felt nice for a change. Even if it was just rice.    “Hey Baek, could you cut the carrots over there? I'm almost done with the meat.” Chanyeol asks with his back turned, and Baekhyun looks over at the carrots on the cutting board. He has never used a knife before either; yeah, shocker.    He takes the knife into his hand rather reluctantly and attemts to chop the vegetable, and even though it seemed to be without precision, he finds himself satisfied by his fifth carrot. As he chops up some other vegetables with this newly found confidence in the art of knife work, he winces at the sudden contanct that collided between metal and skin. He wants to yelp and shout, but the blood dripping down his arm makes him feel