A/N: I promise I'll update my other stories >.< Thank you all for your sweet comments on all of my works, they really do make me smile <3 

"Chanhee, I can hardly breathe." Byunghun said, attempting to drink his water. Chanhee was squeezing the near life out of him, his arms wound tightly around his waist, his face hidden in the crook of Byunghun's neck. "I'm not letting you go, I refuse." Chanhee muttered, his arms tightening. 

"You think this is bad? Just wait until Changhyun gets up, then you'll really be suffocating." Woohyun smirked, opening the fridge and grabbing the orange juice. 

Byunghun snickered, an arm around Chanhee's waist as he placed the cup onto the counter. The past few days he had been back, Chanhee had been clinging onto him like his life depended on it. Whatever Byunghun wanted, someone would get it for him. Byunghun made a joke, about how he should recover from comas more often to continue getting the treatment he had been receiving. Chanhee ignored him for a good half a day because of it. Sometimes, it seemed as if the boys were more sensitive about the topic than he was. 

"What are you planning on doing today, hyung?" Byunghun asked, watching Woohyun pour orange juice into a glass. "We're going out, for a while. And by we, I mean everyone but you. We have to deal with some financial matters, but you're going to stay here." 

Byunghun groaned. It's been like this since he got back. Woohyun didn't allow him to go anywhere; Byunghun was to stay and rest at the apartment. There were at least three different steel locks on the door, the passcode changed and secured. Woohyun and especially Niel were taking this whole thing to the next level. It was just like being under house arrest. 

"I want to go out. It's stuffy, locked up in here." Byunghun said. Chanhee pulled back a little, to look at Byunghun's face with a frown. "No, you're staying here. You're staying here, where you're safe." 

Byunghun looked at Chanhee, exasperated. "But you're not even going to be here, what do you expect me to do?" 

The past week Byunghun had been back from the hospital, he spent mornings and afternoons alone, spare that one day Chanhee begged Woohyun to stay at the apartment. The boys were always busy doing things, but they would always exclude Byunghun from all activities. They treated him like he was a fragile piece of cargo, and he hated it. But he supposed it was his own fault. If he had put up some sort of fight that night…he would have lasted a lot longer, or would have had at least less injuries. 

"Some personal reflection. For scaring the living crap out of me." Chanhee stuck his tongue out, untangling himself from his boyfriend as he walked off to get ready. 

****

"What do you mean he was discharged? It's only been a month--" Chunji argued. The nurse raised a brow of curiosity. Miyoung sighed, mentally face palming. The amount of disappointment in Chunji's was almost humiliating. "What he means is, thank you for the information. We'll be on our way. Have a good day!" Miyoung chirped, gripping Chunji's elbow and dragging him all the way out of the hospital. Once they reached the significantly colder temperature outside, she smacked the boy on the arm. 

"What the hell is wrong with you? Can you hide some of your disgustingly sadistic disappointment? God!" She snapped, tossing her hair over her shoulder and proceeded down the stone steps into the waiting car. 

"This isn't a fashion show." Chunji snorted, following suit. 

****

It had been four hours since they had left. Byunghun was left alone, no surprise, and was waiting for the popcorn to finish it's last few rounds in the microwave. He wasn't as surprised as he should have been when he heard the door open. There was no way the boys had returned, in retrospect. And when he saw Chunji and Miyoung, he groaned, opening the microwave and ripping the paper bag open. 

"It's nice to see you too, pretty boy." Chunji smirked. Chunji noticed that Miyoung was being unusually quiet. "I'm busy. Heirs is on." Byunghun simply stated, taking the bag and almost managed to squeeze past the two, when Chunji stopped him. "We didn't come to drop by and see how you were doing. There's a problem."

Byunghun looked up at him, and the amount of disinterest he had on his face was almost laughable. He blinked a few times, taking a piece of popcorn and popping it into his mouth, chewing it slowly. "And? What does that have to do with me?" 

"Your life is at risk again, babe. And this time, not by me. Believe it or not, I'm here to offer you a protection offer." 

"If you think I want protection from you, you've obviously reached your killing quota. It's making you a little crazy. What the hell is she doing here?" Byunghun tilted his head towards Miyoung. 

"She's here to help. Wow, you're taking this whole 'seeing the person that almost killed you' think extremely well. I thought you would be quivering in fear." Chunji said, seeming genuinely confused. "Anyways, that's not why I'm here. I've opted out of this mission to kill you. But since I opted out, someone's going to take my place. It's going to be my boss. If you thought I was bad, you have no idea what he's capable of. Since Miyoung wants you alive, and since I sort of want you alive, I'm going to spend the rest of my life protecting you." Chunji said matter-of-factly.

Byunghun could do nothing but laugh. The guy that almost killed him wants to protect him? That made so much sense. 

"I don't believe you. If you're going to tie me up and beat me unconscious, can we just get it over with?" 

Miyoung and Chunji glanced at each other. 

There was something weird with Chunji. He wasn't as snarky and witty as Byunghun remembered. He seemed almost…real; and that fact was enough to scare Byunghun. Chunji being genuine was scarier than anything. He hadn't exactly done anything to gain trust, either. So how did he know that what Chunji was saying was the truth? 

Chunji must have sensed it. "What do you have to lose? You already beat death once. And I promise on your fine that I'm not going to hurt you. If it hasn't been obvious, I have this weird infatuation with you, and it's getting unbearably harder to do what I was supposed to. So just let me help you, so I can keep you alive. You need me--without me, you'd be dead in two weeks flat." 

"Byunghunnie, Chunji is serious. We already discussed this. Chunji and I have a plan that'll keep you safe." Miyoung gently added. 

"What, so you expect me to rely on the two people I hate the most for my life?" Byunghun snorted. 

"Yes." Chunji and Miyoung said in unison.

"I'm not leaving Chanhee." 

Chunji laughed dryly. "To show how intent and serious I am about this, I'll even let you bring your little boyfriend. But that's the most compromise I'll do. The less people involved, the better. We're leaving now, get your things, and tell your undeniably handsome boyfriend to get his , too."

Byunghun blinked. "Chanhee's not here right now, he's out." 

Chunji then reached over and dug his hands into Byunghun's pockets--his front and back pockets--searching for his phone. Byunghun yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the bag of popcorn. He tried jerking away from the other, but by the time he did, he was too late. Chunji had Byunghun's white Samsung phone in his hands, lazily searching through it while chewing away at his gum. The sound of a number dialling echoed throughout the silence. Chunji placed the phone on speaker, holding it out in front of him.

Chanhee picked on the first ring. "Byung?" 

Chunji gave Byunghun a look, to keep quiet. But even if Byunghun wanted to speak, Chunji beat him too it. "I have your boyfriend. If you want him, you get your over to your cozy little apartment." To emphasize his point, Chunji brought his fist right into Byunghun's gut. Byunghun grunted, cursing as he in a breath and crashed into the counter, clutching his stomach and groaning. 

Chanhee immediately hung up. 

"I'd say he'll be here in fifteen."

*****

Chanhee came in less than ten minutes, his hair wild and his face slightly flushed. Miyoung had opened the door. Chunji was sitting next to Byunghun on the couch, idly conversing in whispered tones. When Chanhee had come in, the whispered had stopped and Byunghun put on as much of a smile as he could, and walked into Chanhee's open arms. "I thought you were hurt." Chanhee's voice sounded strained, as he tightly wound his arms around the younger boy. Byunghun rested his head on Chanhee's shoulder, feeling a lot safer in Chanhee's arms.

"I'm fine but--baby, we have to leave." 

Byunghun felt Chanhee perk up a bit. "Leave? Wait, I don't even care about that right now. What is she doing here? And…" Chanhee trailed off. Byunghun, finding it suspicious, pulled back a bit to look up at his boyfriend and saw Chanhee starring right in front of him.

Oh …has Chanhee ever seen Chunji before? Did I tell him? I feel like I did or…maybe I didn't…

"Chanhee, I can explain, I--" 

Chunji interrupted. "It's nice to finally meet you, Chanhee." His voice was sickeningly sweet. Byunghun furrowed his brows, turning around to shoot Chunji a glare. "I'll explain everything later, Chanhee. Can you go get your things?" Byunghun asked, turning back to look at Chanhee. It had been so long since the whole Chunji thing had started, and Byunghun was meaning to tell Chanhee about everything, but with everything that happened…he found it hard to recall if he had told Chanhee, or if it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. He had worried for several nights on how Chanhee would take the news, and each time it played through his head, it was never a good reaction. 

"Get my things? Why, where are we going?" 

Again, Chunji answered. "I have decided, out of the good of my heart to protect your boyfriend against my murderous boss. In order to do so, we need to get him somewhere safe, somewhere my boss won't think of looking. I have a house deep in the mountainous area of the country that we can go to, and stay for as long as necessary. He'll be safe there, and so will we." 

Miyoung, after staying silent for the entire time Chanhee was there, finally pipped up. "I've seen it; Chunji and I went up there yesterday. It's a five hour drive. The house is really nice, you two will really like it there." 

Chanhee didn't respond for quite some time. "I don't know what's going on here, nor do I even want to know because my head already hurts, but I'll go if it means I can be with Byunghun. Frankly, I don't trust either of you with him. Come on, Byunghun, help me pack."