Something in Chanyeol’s head clicked and the fog cleared. He rushed out in his PJs and sat himself at the back of the car before either of the older men could protest. “He needs someone to prop his head up.” He could hear his voice shake like a leaf in the autumn wind. Sure enough, Baekhyun was already starting to cough slightly.

Minseok got in behind the wheel and drove them to the nearest hospital in Seoul. Luhan called their manager. Chanyeol stayed silent, his arms steadying Baekhyun’s body as they rounded bend and bend. He helpless ran his fingers over his face and through his hair, wiping away the sweat and tears he silently endured the monster tearing him up from inside.   

Baekhyun reached up to grasp one of his hands and tilted his chin up, his expression that of immense pain and his other hand pressing hard on his chest. Chanyeol pressed his ear to Baekhyun’s lips as he whined softly, “it hurts… make it stop, Yixing, it hurts…” Chanyeol’s heart crushed and he pried Baekhyun’s hands away before they tore his chest apart, replacing them with his big, strong ones, gently rubbing in circles in a feeble attempt to ease the pain.

He felt Baekhyun’s body go loose in his lap and the grip on his wrist relaxed. Chanyeol snapped – he was shaking Baekhyun, shouting, crying, for him to wake up, please don’t die, until Luhan yelled for him to shut up and carry him out. They were there. His body mechanically lifted the small body out of the car and through the glass doors, where they met their alarmed manager, but his mind had abandoned him and he watched in stupor as nurses transferred him onto a bed and wheeled Baekhyun away from him.  

Something in Chanyeol’s head clicked and the fog cleared. He rushed out in his PJs and sat himself at the back of the car before either of the older men could protest. “He needs someone to prop his head up.” He could hear his voice shake like a leaf in the autumn wind. Sure enough, Baekhyun was already starting to cough slightly.

Minseok got in behind the wheel and drove them to the nearest hospital in Seoul. Luhan called their manager. Chanyeol stayed silent, his arms steadying Baekhyun’s body as they rounded bend and bend. He helpless ran his fingers over his face and through his hair, wiping away the sweat and tears he silently endured the monster tearing him up from inside.   

Baekhyun reached up to grasp one of his hands and tilted his chin up, his expression that of immense pain and his other hand pressing hard on his chest. Chanyeol pressed his ear to Baekhyun’s lips as he whined softly, “it hurts… make it stop, Yixing, it hurts…” Chanyeol’s heart crushed and he pried Baekhyun’s hands away before they tore his chest apart, replacing them with his big, strong ones, gently rubbing in circles in a feeble attempt to ease the pain.

He felt Baekhyun’s body go loose in his lap and the grip on his wrist relaxed. Chanyeol snapped – he was shaking Baekhyun, shouting, crying, for him to wake up, please don’t die, until Luhan yelled for him to shut up and carry him out. They were there. His body mechanically lifted the small body out of the car and through the glass doors, where they met their alarmed manager, but his mind had abandoned him and he watched in stupor as nurses transferred him onto a bed and wheeled Baekhyun away from him.