A/N - there is a point way down below where there are three Mandarin lines. The translations will be given at the end of the chapter Author Note.

“No matter how much suffering you went through, you never want to let go of those memories” – Haruki Murakami.

The rain hit the city of Seoul unexpectedly. It sent children scrambling out of their mothers’ hold into the puddles of mud. Windows were opened to the smell of the earth and blankets were pulled out of storage places because now it would be cooler in the night. Older girls ran for shelter and teenage boys decided that it was the best time to show off their motor bikes. For Luhan it meant more customers in the café, most of them seeking an escape from the rain since they had no umbrellas. All of them wanted something warm to drink or eat, cold and wet fingers poking at him incessantly. But only one thing was on Luhan’s mind.

Baekhyun was late again.

Luhan cursed in Mandarin underneath his breath. Baekhyun’s phone was switched off and Kris was waltzing somewhere after a thief. Luhan was practically helpless, the line of people at the counter getting longer as Luhan scrambled back and forth, a blindingly bright smile on his face as he nodded at every customer he wanted to smack across the face for looking annoyed and impatient. Calling Chanyeol would be pointless, it would get him nowhere because then Chanyeol would go into an alarm drive and start wailing because no one knew where Baekhyun was. Luhan wanted to behead the man Baekhyun spent his time with when he wasn’t with Chanyeol.

The bell of the door rang and Luhan wanted to sigh in relief and scream in anger when Baekhyun and Chanyeol walked in, sopping wet. OK, maybe Luhan should have called Chanyeol, but hey, he was being careful, OK? Baekhyun was pale, but that was the result of getting soaked in the rain. Baekhyun ran to the back and changed into his uniform. He came back out to help Luhan who, as usual, was cursing in Mandarin. Baekhyun smiled at the customers and Luhan switched to the coffee side. His fingers were shaking. His entire body felt cold and he was pretty sure he was going to catch a fever. The sudden change in temperature was affecting his body in the worst way possible, not that he was going to get pneumonia. His hair was still dripping and the customer in front of him was sneezing on end. Baekhyun was in for a night of bad health one way or the other.

Chanyeol was sitting on a stool by the ‘Employees Only’ door. Baekhyun smiled. Even though Chanyeol was soaked to the skin he was so handsome. In fact, the fact that he was wet made him more handsome. Chanyeol turned to look at him and Baekhyun felt blood rush up to his cheeks. Chanyeol grinned and then winked at him. Blinking and amazingly flustered, Baekhyun turned back to the customer that he was facing.

Chanyeol had just gotten off work at the company where he worked as a staff involved in the promotions of the products. He was mostly used while negotiating with advertizing companies. No one in the world could resist Chanyeol’s smile and his company took good advantage of that of course.

Towards the end of the storm, Chanyeol found himself on a stool behind the counter, making the High School fan girls a little concerned that he had some kind of relationship with their coffee prince oppas. That was until they started gushing over Chanyeol. Luhan started commenting on how they should have Chanyeol behind the counter more often. Baekhyun turned to his next customer and his blood went cold.

“Hi, can I have one chocolate chip cupcake and two lattes?” the baritone voice rang out. Baekhyun stared in utter horror. “Hey, wait a moment, you’re Byun Baekhyun, aren’t you?” the deep voiced male asked. Chanyeol was now on his feet and by Baekhyun’s side because Baekhyun was trembling. Baekhyun could hear Chanyeol calling his name. His vision blurred and then he could hear Luhan shouting is name in a panicked manner. His eyes rolled back and his knees buckled under him.

Darkness.

------o------

Baekhyun took the Ramyun off the stove and put it down on the table, blowing on it. He pulled his chair out and sat down, stirring the noodles with his chopsticks. He closed his eyes and let the smell of the Ramyun assail his senses. Baekhyun could live on Ramyun and Ramyun only. He stuffed the first chopstick full of Ramyun into his mouth and then hissed. It was way too hot. Baekhyun went to his fridge and then pulled out a water bottle. Just as he sat down again his mobile rang. Baekhyun checked the caller ID. Chanyeol. Smiling brightly, Baekhyun answered the call.

“Hello?” Baekhyun tried not to sound overly excited.

“So I was thinking, about the research project, lets head over to a restaurant and discuss over lunch maybe?” Chanyeol sounded nervous. Baekhyun felt his heart skip a beat. Lunch.  A Lunch date with Chanyeol. He wanted to leap around in triumph and happiness. He wanted to run out to his balcony and shout to the whole world that staring at Chanyeol without stopping in class had finally paid off and now he was going on a date with the love of his life.

“Uh…sure,” Baekhyun almost squeaked out.

“Really?” Chanyeol asked happily. “Cause we really need to progress on the project and I’m craving Italian food,”

Oh right, it was a research project meet up, not a lunch date.

Baekhyun tried not to sigh in disappointment.

“You know what? I’m craving Italian food as well!” Baekhyun tried to say energetically even though he was kind of depressed on the inside.

“So shall I come and pick you up tomorrow?” Chanyeol gently asked Baekhyun the question and Baekhyun almost choked and fell out of his seat.

“That would be a great idea!” Baekhyun’s hand practically started jumping up and down on the table in utter joy.

“It’s a date then!” Chanyeol almost boomed.

Baekhyun choked for real this time.

“As in, not date! Study date! Appointment! Oh My God!” Chanyeol sounded panicked on the other side and Baekhyun heard something crash. “Study date Baekhyun! Appointment! I swear I’m not trying to – Study date!”

“Park Chanyeol! Stop flapping around like a seal this instant and pick up that book case!” A sharp female voice scolded Chanyeol and Baekhyun guessed it was the other boy’s elder sister. Baekhyun chuckled under his breath as he heard Chanyeol shout numerous apologies and cry a bunch of ‘Ow noona! That hurts!’.

“Uh Baek?” Chanyeol was on the phone again.

“Right here,” Baekhyun said with a smile.

“Sorry about that, my noona came in and decided to go all king cobra on me…” Chanyeol said sheepishly. Baekhyun laughed a little.

“That’s alright, that’s what sisters are for, right?” Baekhyun asked.

“You have an older brother don’t you?” Chanyeol asked.

“Yeah, but he left to USA a long time ago because he couldn’t stand my parents anymore,” Baekhyun shrugged disdainfully.

Silence.

“I’m sorry to hear that…well then…I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yes!” Baekhyun said, nodding.

“Bye…”

“Bye!”

Baekhyun put his phone down with a sigh of contentment. His phone rang again and without thinking, he answered it blindly, his mind lost in the world of Park Chanyeol.

“Yeobosayo?” Baekhyun asked drawing hearts with his finger on the wood.

“Aren’t you quite happy?” a deep voice asked.

Baekhyun froze, his heart speeding up. He wanted to crawl into a corner and hide, Goosebumps lined his arms and legs and everything suddenly felt much colder. He had been avoiding his stalker for almost three months now. Although it was impossible not to see him almost every day, he stayed away from him, avoided his phone calls, walked home with Chanyeol and walked to school with Chanyeol and avoided any letters without addresses. But now, in his moment of stupidity, he had picked up the phone.

“Chanyeol is quite a chivalrous person, don’t you think?” the deep voice asked.

“W-what are you t-talking about?” Baekhyun stammered.

“He would come running to your rescue any time, am I correct?” the person on the other line was definitely smiling with no good intentions. “I suddenly thought of a very interesting game called ‘Knight in Shining Armor’. Do you like that game, Baekhyun?” the man drawled his name out and Baekhyun shuddered in horror.

“I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about,” Baekhyun whispered.

“You see all I have to do is make a little phone call to our dear Chanyeollie and tell him that his princessss-” the man stopped, hissing the s’ at the end of the word. “-named little Baekhyunnie, is in danger and he would come running right away, not knowing I would be waiting for him in a corner with a knife, He’d never even see my face…” the man chuckled manically.

“CHANYEOL!” Baekhyun shrieked, getting to his feet and running out the door in his slippers and pajamas.

He never noticed someone hiding by the door emerge from the shadows and go after him.

------o------

Baekhyun opened his eyes and looked around. He was in his apartment and covered by something warm. He slowly sat up. He looked at the blankets draped on him with wide eyes. Gone were his ‘Supernatural’ bed sheets and they were replaced with ‘Supernatural’ blankets!

“Are you happy now?” Chanyeol’s voice asked. Baekhyun turned to see his boyfriend sitting next to him on a chair and smiling at him. “Supernatural blankets. Go nuts,”

“Oh my gosh! Chanyeol! You got me ‘Supernatural’ blankets!” Baekhyun cried. “Can I kiss you?” he looped his arms around Chanyeol’s neck, pulled him close and gave him a big, sloppy kiss full of gratitude. Chanyeol pulled away, laughing.

“You only love me for your ‘Supernatural’ merchandise,” Chanyeol tweaked Baekhyun’s nose.

“Porridge you stupid yellow tree! Porridge!” Luhan’s voice screamed. “Xīfàn! Zhōu shì zuì shìhé tā de jiànkāng, xiànzài, méiyǒu ròu! Nǐ shǎ huángsè de shù!**”

“Ow! Ow! Alright, alright! Hǎo ba! Wǒ huì líkāi nǐ dúzì yīrén! Zuò nǐ xiǎng zuò de, nǐ fēngle lù!**”

“Are they talking to each other in Mandarin? Hey, I didn’t know Kris knew Mandarin!” Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun with wide eyes. Baekhyun rolled his eyes with a chuckle. He poked Chanyeol’s arm feebly.

“Kris is Chinese in origin, Yeol,” Baekhyun said. “I thought you knew that,”

“No way…” Chanyeol stared at Baekhyun with the ‘I-do-not-believe-it-but-it-makes-a-lot-of-sense’ face.

“Zǒu kāi, wǒ bùxiǎng kàn dào nǐ de liǎn. Zhuǎn dào zuìxīn de Zitao jiāhuo nǐ yīzhí tāotāo bù jué de!**”

“Luhan! Shut up, will you? If you stab me with that knife, there will be blood on your hands and I’m a police officer! At least let me help and – YAH!” Kris switched back to Korean. “I’m bleeding! Yah Xi Luhan, I swear-” Kris began.

“Shut your mouths! Can’t anyone get some decent silence around here without having two Chinese people yell at each other in a Korean apartment complex?” Baekhyun barked at the two that he couldn’t see.

“Sorry Baek,” both instantly apologized.

“You amaze me all the time,” Chnyeol grinned at Baekhyun. Baekhyun smiled back, his heart swelling in warmth and love. He held Chanyeol’s hands in his own.

“You’ve always amazed me no matter what it is that you do,” Baekhyun the back of Chanyeol’s hand with his thumb.

“No matter what?” Chanyeol asked with a raised eyebrow.

Baekhyun’s smile faltered for just a bit.

“Yeah,” Baekhyun softly replied, “no matter what you do,” but this time he sounded a little hesitant in his statement and Chanyeol didn’t hear the hesitation. Chanyeol leaned forwards and kissed Baekhyun’s nose.

“At least you didn’t get a fever, but you must have been really tired and cold to have fainted like that, I hope you’re warm. The rain has finally hit Seoul but it’s colder than we expected it to be,” Chanyeol shrugged. Baekhyun stared at Chanyeol with wide eyes as he remembered what had been happening before he passed out in the café.

“T-the café…” Baekhyun stammered.

“Don’t worry, Luhan closed it early as an emergency,” Chanyeol nodded.

“Where is Jongin? Did he say anything to you? Chanyeol, what happened?” Baekhyun panicked.

“Jongin? Who’s Jongin, Baek?” Chanyeol asked in confusion.

“Did he say anything to you, Kris or Luhan? Oh no…” Baekhyun was on a panic drive. He didn’t want anyone he knew to meet Jongin even by chance and the devil had to walk into the café of all places. Baekhyun had wanted to disappear and die when saw Jongin standing in front of him at the counter. Baekhyun wondered if the kid even knew that he worked there. A single word from Jongin’s mouth could have led to Baekhyun’s cover being blown.

“Baekhyun who?” Chanyeol caught Baekhyun’s arms and looked at the brunette in the eyes seriously, eyes filled with concern. “No one said anything except for this one dark skinned guy asking if he should call an ambulance for you, but we said no because you hate hospitals. The guy seemed to know you, or he could just be really nice, I don’t know,”

Ambulance, Baekhyun’s foot!

“Now, who is Jongin?” Chanyeol asked. Luhan and Kris were standing in the room doorway, seeming to have rushed over when they heard Baekhyun’s outburst.

“No one…” Baekhyun whispered after a moment of silence. “No one, Chanyeol…”

Chanyeol bit his lip, looking hurt that Baekhyun didn’t trust him. Baekhyun’s heart cried out, wanting to reach for Chanyeol, but he couldn’t, he had to keep Chanyeol oblivious for as long as possible. He couldn’t put his burdens and problems on Chanyeol.

“I’ll go help Luhan make porridge,” Chanyeol said dully, he got up and before Baekhyun could grab his hand and beg him to stay, he walked out. Luhan looked at Baekhyun, emotionlessly, long and hard before he his heel and followed Chanyeol. Kris walked forwards and sat down next to Baekhyun in the seat Chanyeol had been sitting in.

“So…” Kris said slowly. “Who’s Jongin?”

Baekhyun stared at him with huge eyes.

“I said he’s no one…”

“Yeah…and even a retarded person can tell you’re lying right through your teeth.” Kris sighed and massaged his temples. “Is there anything I should know, Baekhyun?”

“Like what?” Baekhyun asked weakly.

“Something important, such as why you’re so scared of what this Jongin might say?” Kris crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his seat looking tired.

The tick-tick of the wall clock seemed louder than ever as Baekhyun and Kris stared at each other. Baekhyun as pale as a sheet and Kris in frustration. The tension floating in the air was enough to electrocute someone and more than that, Baekhyun had never been so scared of his best friend before, not even those three years back, where he had to lie his way through to protect everyone he knew.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kris.” Baekhyun said as firmly as possible. “Can you get me some water?” Baekhyun his side and lied down.

“God, Baekhyun, look at me! Talk to me! What are you so scared of?” Kris cried in frustration.

You, Baekhyun thought.

------o------

Baekhyun wrapped his scarf around his throat and checked his eyeliner in the mirror again. All was good. He grabbed his bag when the doorbell rang. Baekhyun froze with his hand stretched out towards his bag, wondering what to do. He listened quietly for the next ring, trying to find out who it was that was at the door. When he didn’t hear anything anymore he started edging towards his bag, slowly and hesitantly. The doorbell rang again. Baekhyun cursed under his breath.

“Baekhyun? Baek? Hey, are you free right now? I know that you’re in there,” Chanyeol’s voice called out. Baekhyun’s eyes widened in panic.

Of all people who had to come, of all times to come, of all days for Baekhyun’s plans to change! Baekhyun ripped the scarf off his neck and hurriedly changed into his pajamas. He ruffled his hair and then quickly wiped off his eyeliner. He shoved his bag into his closet and then started to walk towards the door.

“Baek? Are you asleep?” The doorbell rang again. Baekhyun opened the door.

“I’m awake,” Baekhyun grinned brightly.

Chanyeol smiled back.

“Why are the ingredients for spaghetti and veggies and sausages so heavy?” Kris groaned from the hallway. He was holding all the bags and Luhan was cursing in Mandarin – as usual – right next to Kris while flipping through his phone. Baekhyun stared at all of them with large eyes.

“We’re here to cook dinner, or rather Chanyeol’s here to cook dinner,” Luhan shrugged before pushing past Baekhyun, muttering something about cats and their temper tantrums. Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol in confusion and the taller shrugged.

“I think he’s constipated,” Kris calmly stated before hauling the bags into the house.

“You’re here to cook dinner for me?” Baekhyun asked Chanyeol looking up at him with bright eyes.

“Course I am,” Chanyeol dipped his head, pecked Baekhyun’s lips and then pulled Baekhyun into the house. “You want to help cook?” Chanyeol asked, arm around Baekhyun’s waist. Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol with an expression of disbelief, then he made a face.

“You know I only live on Ramyun, Yeol. I can’t even make decent egg rolls!” Baekhyun cried trying to wiggle away from the taller. Chanyeol’s grip on his waist tightened and a short gasp escaped Baekhyun’s lips as he was pulled closer to his boyfriend.

“Which is why you’re helping, Luhan can take a break because he’s on his period-” the blonde looked at Chanyeol with murderous eyes, “-Kris will sit down and be Luhan’s punching bag-” The taller blonde looked utterly horrified, “-and you and I can make dinner together like a married couple. How does that sound?” Chanyeol smiled down at Baekhyun with sincerity. Baekhyun had lost his breath. How was Chanyeol so beautiful? Just right then and there, Baekhyun felt himself falling in love with Chanyeol all over again.

“It sounds…let’s make dinner,” Baekhyun breathed out, gazing at Chanyeol in awe. Chanyeol bent down and kissed Baekhyun before dragging him to the kitchen while Luhan made fake gagging noises in the background and Kris told the smaller to please shut up very nicely in Mandarin. Needless to say it earned him a black eye.

Just before dinner was on the table, Baekhyun ran into his room and pulled out his phone. He quickly texted someone.

I’m sorry, I couldn’t make it. Was caught up and it’s busy.

Then he came back out of his room to see Chanyeol arranging the food on the table. Luhan finally had brightened up and Kris was nursing a black eye, but hey, at least Luhan was happy! Baekhyun sat down next to Chanyeol and linked his left hand with his right for just a moment to intertwine their fingers. Chanyeol smiled at him brightly and then served him dinner.

“When you both get married I think I’m going to move in for Chanyeol’s food! No wait! Damn it, Baekhyun, I’m going to marry Chanyeol!” Luhan cried.

“Hey, get your own, ahjhussi!” Baekhyun hissed, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol’s neck.

“I do not understand you guys at all, what’s so great about Chanyeol? He has a creepy smile,” Kris muttered. Both Baekhyun and Luhan turned to glare at Kris, all murderous intentions in their eyes. Baekhyun grabbed a chilli and shoved it into Kris’ mouth before he could even move. Kris choked violently, crying at the same time as he wailed about the spice.

Chanyeol stared in surprise while Luhan and Baekhyun laughed at Kris in glee.

“Why doesn’t anyone love me? I swear…” Kris wailed.

Baekhyun smiled and then turned towards Chanyeol. Chanyeol chuckled and then continued eating. Baekhyun reached forwards and gently brushed Chanyeol’s hair out of his eyes and then his eyes landed on a scar on Chanyeol’s forehead. Baekhyun’s smile faded. He still remembered where that scar came from. Chanyeol continued eating, not realizing Baekhyun’s feathery touch on his skin had come to a much unwanted halt.

------o------

Baekhyun and Chanyeol both searched for the books required for their papers in the library. Baekhyun pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he glared at a certain book in utmost concentration, trying to discern whether this book had what he required or if it was a vague version of what he needed. Chanyeol was on the other side of the shelf, both of them could see each other through the gaps in between the books and in between the books and the top of the shelf. Chanyeol s his hand in between two books and poked Baekhyun’s forehead, a playful and sweet smile on his face, his glasses riding up his nose.

Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol with wide eyes before he poked Chanyeol’s face as well, leading to a poking battle that had both of them giggling as softly as they could in the library filled with other students. Baekhyun’s only friend was Chanyeol. It wasn’t that Baekhyun was completely friendless, but all of his friends were back in his hometown and he hadn’t made any new ones except for Chanyeol. Baekhyun peered at Chanyeol from behind a book and caught the other staring at him.

“Hey Baek,” Chanyeol whispered softly.

“Hm?” Baekhyun hummed.

“Let’s go and watch a movie after classes,” Chanyeol whispered.

Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol with wide, bright eyes. Baekhyun nodded, biting his bottom lips to keep from screaming happily. Chanyeol reached through the books again and poked Baekhyun’s forehead, a cheeky grin on his face. Baekhyun wrinkled his nose and poked back. They were childish having poke battles between bookshelves, but they were happy all the same. Baekhyun wouldn’t have it any other way. A lot of people said Chanyeol didn’t look as good, but then that was because people didn’t look past his glasses, creeper smile and eye twitch. In Baekhyun’s eyes Chanyeol was the best looking person on the planet. Baekhyun would do anything to have Chanyeol belong to him in the end.

Just then Baekhyun noticed one of the younger girls named Jinri – who was pushing a book cart, stacked with towers of books – trip on something that he couldn’t see. Chanyeol wasn’t looking. Baekhyun suddenly saw the flash of the face he had learned to be terrified of and saw the uncontrolled cart coming straight at Chanyeol. Baekhyun’s eyes widened and he turned to run around the shelf to go to Chanyeol’s side, the other boy’s name leaving his lips in a shriek.

“Chanyeol, watch out!”

Baekhyun rounded the shelf just as he heard the crash.

“Chanyeol!” Baekhyun ran over to the taller boy who was lying on the ground, a flood of books on top of him, he seemed to have collided with a bookshelf. He pushed the books off of him and then pushed the unconscious taller boy into his arms. He was bleeding from his forehead, his beautiful face was bruised and his glasses were broken. “Chanyeol? Yeollie?” Baekhyun shook the other boy in panic. Jinri finally got up and she stared in horror.

“Oh My God! Chanyeol Sunbae!” she ran forward and knelt down next to Baekhyun. “Chanyeol Sunbae! Wake up! Ireona!” Jinri cried in horror.

Heavy footsteps and Mr. Bang was by their side.

“Get him to the nurse’s office,” Mr. Bang’s deep voice ordered.

Baekhyun and Jinri pulled Chanyeol up. A group of students and the library staff had crowded around the scene. Half-carrying, half-dragging Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jinri pulled the bleeding boy to the office. Baekhyun cringing because Chanyeol’s blood was falling on his shoulder. He couldn’t even dare to look at Chanyeol’s tainted face, it made him want to cry.

Once in the nurse’s office, Baekhyun and Jinri sat down, both of them as pale as sheets.

“What happened?” the nurse asked.

“I was returning books to their places for the librarian when I tripped and the cart went towards Chanyeol Sunbae,” Jinri sniffled. “I don’t remember what it was that I tripped on,” Jinri made a face. Baekhyun felt his entire body freeze up. “Oh wait! I think it was Mr. Bang’s foot. He really shouldn’t lounge around like that,” Jinri said.

Baekhyun turned to look at Jinri, trembling like he was sick.

“Mr. B-bang’s fo-foot?” Baekhyun stammered in question.

“Yeah, Mr. Bang’s foot,”

------o------

“So Baek, you’re a little quiet over there.” Kris stated, stabbing a sausage unnecessarily with his chopsticks. Baekhyun turned to look at his best friend, feeling his heart rate rapidly increasing. Suddenly Baekhyun wanted to run, he felt like he could see his most feared face in the windows again. He felt like he was being watched, stalked the same way he was three years ago. He calmed himself by instead looking at a rather, disgustingly happy Luhan who had spaghetti sauce all over his face.

“Just thinking,” Baekhyun answered, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. He had a bad feeling, he knew something was about to happen. Instantly he turned to Chanyeol, a concerned look on his face. Chanyeol was happily eating his spaghetti. “Hey Yeollie, how are you feeling? Are you OK?” Everyone stared at Baekhyun in surprise.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” said Chanyeol with a nod.

“You aren’t feeling strange, right?” Baekhyun questioned his boyfriend.

“Nah,”

“Alright…” Baekhyun turned back to his spaghetti. He could still feel it, the feeling of impending disaster in the air.

“So hey, Chanyeol, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Kris put his chopsticks down. Baekhyun looked up at Kris sharply, his gut tightening. This, this was the bad feeling he was getting. Chanyeol looked at Kris with curious eyes. “Do you really not remember anything from that night?” Baekhyun felt his heart drop into his stomach.

“Kris…” he warned lowly.

Kris ignored him.

“What night?” Chanyeol asked in confusion.

“The night Baekhyun was attacked and you rescued him, that night Chanyeol, that night.” Kris said, eyes serious, brows furrowed together.

Chanyeol’s eyes widened.

“Ba-baekkie was a-attacked?” Chanyeol stammered.

“Yes Chanyeol, do you remember that night?”

Luhan had gone silent and was looking scared.

“Kris…” Baekhyun hissed.

“I-I do-don’t kn-know…” Chanyeol stammered.

“Try to remember Chanyeol, try,”

“Wu Yi Fan!” shouted Baekhyun getting to his feet.

There was a crash and suddenly Luhan cried out in horror. Chanyeol fell to the ground, screaming and clutching his head, he kicked his chair wildly and Baekhyun stood there, frozen in terror. Kris got to his feet and ran towards Chanyeol. Baekhyun felt his senses get back to him and he shoved Kris away from Chanyeol.

“Chanyeol! Chanyeollie!” Baekhyun shouted. He pulled the thrashing boy into his arms as Chanyeol continued screaming and crying. “Chanyeol!” he turned to Kris. “Call the bloody ambulance!” Baekhyun shouted at Kris. Kris whipped out his phone while Baekhyun hugged Chanyeol, looking like he was going to cry. “I’m right here Yeollie, I’m right here,” Baekhyun tried to Chanyeol’s hair to calm him down but the other continued screaming.

Chanyeol suddenly slumped into Baekhyun’s arms.

“Chanyeol? Chanyeol!”

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A/N - So once again I am back and we're getting further with the story! Ugh...I know this chapter is depressing...I showered Baekyeol fluff on all of you guys!! Translations are below, especially that argument Kris and Luhan had in chinese (I used lame old google translate for this so if anyone notices mistakes, blames google translate!):

Reference 1**: Porridge! Porridge is the best for his health right now, not meat! You stupid yellow tree!

Reference 2**: Alright! I'll leave you alone! Do whatever you want you crazy deer!

Reference 3**: Go away, I don’t want to see your face. Go date that Zitao guy you keep gushing about!

Korean Translations:

Ireona - get up/wake up

Here, have some ChenChen!

Kaeppsong~