Hurt - Ali (Rooftop Prince OST) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zy4gttsY3Jk)       ------------------------ Narrator’s P.O.V:     Baekhyun couldn’t function right when he saw the outline of Naeun’s pale face under the glow of Chanyeol’s wings.   Song Naeun looked much more sick under the dim light of her room. Her face was colourless, pale white, unusual. Her cheeks weren’t tinted with that beautiful touch of pink. Her lips weren’t smooth or smiling. They were cracked and almost purple.   But the thing that set Baekhyun off was Naeun’s expression. Her face was contorted in definite pain. Beads of cold sweat dotted her forehead, and her breathing was off. It was irregular.   “…N-Naeun,” Baekhyun quietly called. It was soft, sweet, angelic sounding, even. “Na…Naeun…” Baekhyun suddenly couldn’t breathe. What was happening to him? He didn’t know.   Before he knew it, someone screamed out. It was bloodcurdling. Haunting. Chilling. A scream of agony.   “NAEUN! NA—NAEUN! SONG NAEUN!”   “Baekhyun! Calm down!” A familiar voice. Chanyeol’s. It was easily distinguishable by his low tone.   Oh.   …Oh. He was the one screaming.   “LET ME GO! NAEUN! NAEUN!” Baekhyun screamed, going hysterical. He tried his best to shake off the arms that held him back from holding his one and only. His most precious person. Did he make her like this? Did the revival of his wings make her like this?   If so, he didn’t want to be an angel anymore. He would give them up. He’d do anything to keep her alive… breathing… Healthy.   “Baekhyun, stop fidgeting—she’ll be alright—“   “NAEUN!”   “LAY!” Kris growled.   “On it.” Lay calmly strode over to Naeun’s side and began to check what was wrong with her.   No.   No.   Baekhyun was supposed to be the one beside Naeun. Not Lay. Not anyone else. Only him. He didn’t know why he was behaving like this. He was losing his grip on sanity, and he didn’t know why. The sight of his beloved looking like she was so close to death just drove him insane.   “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER! GET AWAY! NAEUN! WAKE UP! GET UP!” Baekhyun’s voice was agonizing and heartbreaking. He could sense that everyone was staring at him, but he didn’t care at all.   Someone sighed. He didn’t know who because he couldn’t see anything. Everything was blurry because of his damn tears. It sounded an awful lot like Suho, though.   “…Chanyeol, Kai, Tao, please take him out of here and calm him down.”   *No.* Baekhyun wanted to protest, *I need to be the one beside her. She needs me the most right now. Naeun is scared. She’s all alone and scared.*   His voice of reason seemed nonexistent. He could barely whisper a word, but he was screaming and wailing. Why was he able to cry out loudly, but not be able to utter a few words?   His body fought back, trying to stop his two friends from pulling him out, but his voice didn’t seem to put up much of a fight. His mind was completely blank.   All he knew was that he couldn’t possibly resist against a muscular Kai, skyscraper Chanyeol, and a very tall Tao that knew kung fu.   Baekhyun let himself wordlessly be dragged away to a room. His vision was improving, probably since he was letting out all of his tears instead of holding them back or wiping them all away.   “Gege.”   Tao’s voice.   “Gege, she’ll be alright. She’s a fighter.”   Baekhyun didn’t respond. Tao was right, but at the same time, he wasn’t. Naeun was independent and strong, but she still needed protection. How could she fight against an illness that she was captive to so many years ago? And how could she possibly fight to save her life when her condition was already so bad?   “Baekhyun.”   It was Chanyeol this time.   “Let out your frustrations here, and don’t hurt Naeun when you r