JEALOUSY AND DEATH

Chanyeol's p.o.v.

Much like the time before when Baekhyun was taken into surgery, Chanyeol wasn't aloud to see him. The nurse had explained that only family could visit Baekhyun, and in response Chanyeol had yelled in her face, "I am his only fucking family!" Then Chanyeol's father had quickly grabbed Chanyeol's arm and pulled him away. Chanyeol allowed his father to pull him away and he clasped into the seat next to his mother as she pulled him into her arms.

Chanyeol sobbed onto her shoulder as he said, "We had been arguing before everything happened, that I even made Baekhyun mad enough to leave the house! If I hadn't of said anything . . . If I had left it go like Baekhyun asked me too . . . he wouldn't be in surgery after getting s-stabbed!"

"Oh honey," Mrs. Park whispered as she ran a hand threw Chanyeol's hair. "You can't think like that. Baekhyun's still with us, and he has an amazing doctor to help him. Just have faith, sweetheart." She kissed Chanyeol's forehead and rubbed his back.

"It's just so unfair," Chanyeol whispered. "Baekhyun hasn't had a good life, and when things finally start to get better for him, the universe just decides to shit all over it!"

"Chanyeol, all we can do is have faith that Baekhyun will pull through, and negativity isn't going to help his recovery," Mrs. Park murmured softly. "So honey, please, have faith for Baekhyun." Chanyeol nodded and weakly whispered, "Okay."

"Thank you, sweetie," Mrs. Park whispered.

. . . .

It felt like hours and hours later when Chanyeol was being woken up by his father's words, and the slight shake of his shoulder as he said, "Chanyeol? Baekhyun just got out surgery." Chanyeol had never moved so fast in his life, one second he was laying asleep in the waiting room. The next, he was fully awake and bolting down the hallway to the room number his father had yelled after him.

Chanyeol found the room number with little trouble, and as he stood outside the door, he could hardly breathe. He was afraid of what he'd see, but even more terrified of not knowing. So after taking a deep breath, Chanyeol pushed the door open, revealing his Baekhyun laying on a white bed with a white sheet and white blankets. The room was too white, it was as if Baekhyun had left him and Chanyeol was seeing everything through a plane of glass with a direct line to heaven. Chanyeol sealed away the tears and bit his lip to hold back a sob as he slowly approached Baekhyun. Chanyeol was almost afraid to touch him. He was so pale, and he had been pale before, but now . . . And his skin had a light sheen on it and his hair was damp with sweat. Chanyeol carefully touched Baekhyun's hand, lightly brushing it with his fingers, and Baekhyun's brow furrowed and he sighed as he slowly blinked open his eyes and peered up at Chanyeol.

"C-Chanyeol?" Baekhyun weakly whispered. Tears started to fill Baekhyun's eyes as he hiccuped a sob and cried, "Chanyeol, oh my God, I'm so sorry. I—"

Chanyeol lightly touched Baekhyun's cheek, hushing him as he whispered, "Baekhyun. Don't. You're okay now. You're okay and that's all that matters."

"But Chanyeol, I—"

"You saved my life," Chanyeol said, hushing Baekhyun as he rubbing a hand across Baekhyun's forehead. "And baby, don't cry." Chanyeol leaned forward and kissed away his tears.

"But you — you saw," Baekhyun hiccuped.

Chanyeol smiled sadly and stroked Baekhyun's cheek. "Hey, calm down, okay? I want you getting better. Hush, Baek." Chanyeol kissed him. "And Baekhyun, it doesn't bother me— Well, it does, but not in the way that means I can never love you again. You're my everything, Baekhyun, and I'd never give that up because of your past. I'll love you regardless, Baek."

Baekhyun's eyes were misty as he whispered, "I love you too, Chanyeol."

Chanyeol kissed Baekhyun's forehead and whispered, "I love you more." Chanyeol pulled up a chair next to Baekhyun's bed and laid his head down on his folded arms as he held onto Baekhyun's hand and kissed the back of his palm. "Rest now, Baek . . ." Chanyeol whispered.

. . . .

Baekhyun's p.o.v.

It was close to a month when Baekhyun was finally released from the hospital. He had to stay so long because when Yixing had stabbed him, he had caused internal bleeding, and even with the hospital release approved they still didn't want Baekhyun doing anything to vigorous that could cause further damage. So basically, Chanyeol would be babying Baekhyun until Baekhyun got sick of it and yelled at him, but really Chanyeol would only be like that for two weeks because that's when the doctor said he would be able to start doing things again.

Another week had pasted and Baekhyun and Chanyeol were in the kitchen making dinner . . . Well, Chanyeol was anyway. Baekhyun was sitting on the counter top swinging his legs back and forth as he would make a comment here and there, or occasionally kicking Chanyeol's leg with his foot. Baekhyun has been extremely bored over the past week, because he had been slightly sore after staying in his hospital bed most of the time. And now he was finally feeling better and just couldn't help but mess with Chanyeol every chance he got. Chanyeol has been very gracious over the whole thing, and Baekhyun believed it was because Chanyeol wanted to keep Baekhyun smiling so he wouldn't think about what had happened. But it was too hard for Baekhyun to forget. Chanyeol had given the police a description of Yixing, and they still haven't been able to find him. Baekhyun wasn't surprised though, if Yixing didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be found. Simple as that. The police were just wasting their time chasing a ghost that might as well never had of existed; that could even be halfway across the world by now. Their efforts were in vain, but appreciated none the less.

"So, do you want to watch a movie after dinner?" Chanyeol asked. "What about your parents? What will they do?" Baekhyun asked swinging his legs. Chanyeol shrugged. "I guess they could watch it with us," Chanyeol said. Baekhyun nodded. "Okay, I'll go pick a movie," he said before he pecked Chanyeol's cheek and slide off the counter.

Baekhyun crouched down in front of the TV and pulled open the TV stand cabinet. He scanned through the movies with his finger lightly trailing over the spines, and when he found one that caught his interest he pulled it out and slipped it inside the DVD player. Biting his lip he walked back into the kitchen, a wide smile on his face. Chanyeol glanced at him from the corner of his eye, giving him a calculated look before mumbling, "Why are you smiling like that, it's creepy, Baek."

Baekhyun just smiled wider and mumbled, "Oh, no reason . . ." as he hoped onto the counter again and began to swing his legs. Chanyeol rolled his eyes and groaned, "Ugh, Baek! Come on, tell me?" Chanyeol whined. Baekhyun just laughed and poked Chanyeol's cheek as he murmured, "Nope, you'll just have to wait and see." Then he jumped off the counter again and ran to the living room as Chanyeol had tried to grab for him and only managed to graze his elbow before he ran away. Baekhyun laughed as he hopped onto the couch and laid down, waiting for Chanyeol to join him.

Chanyeol's p.o.v.

Twenty or so minutes later Chanyeol walked into the living room holding two bowls of soup. He handed Baekhyun a bowl and set his on the coffee table before glancing up at the movie. Chanyeol's eyes widen and he gasped, "Baekhyun, you picked a horror film!?"

Baekhyun grinned sheepishly and mumbled, "What? Was I not aloud?" Chanyeol shook his head and said, "No, that's not it. I'm just surprised is all, I mean . . ." Chanyeol trailed off and Baekhyun's gaze dropped down to his bowl of soup as he murmured, "Chanyeol, that was real, and watching a horror movie won't hurt me. It's not real, and besides, I know real horror."

Chanyeol pinched his brow and took the bowl of soup from Baekhyun's hands as he leaned forward and gently kissed Baekhyun's forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and hovered over Baekhyun's lips as he whispered, "Baek, you don't have to pretend with me. You can fall apart and cry all you want and I'll never leave your side. I'll be here to help fix you up when your done. You don't have to pretend." Chanyeol's words ended softly as he lips, just as softly, lightly pressed to Baekhyun's as Chanyeol cupped his cheek. A single tear rolled down Baekhyun's cheek as he folded into Chanyeol. As he just let go. As he just let go of all the pain and silently wept. Chanyeol brushed away Baekhyun's tears with his thumb, and sometimes with his lips when he kissed them away. Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun into his arms and rested Baekhyun's head against his chest as he hiccuped and little tears continued to roll down his cheeks.

"It's okay," Chanyeol whispered, "I'm here." He kissed the top of Baekhyun's head as he laid his cheek on Baekhyun's soft hair and silently waited.

"Chanyeol?" Baekhyun murmured after a moment.

"Yeah, Baek?" Chanyeol whispered.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Baekhyun," Chanyeol whispered. "I love you so much."

3rd p.o.v.

They decide to opt against the horror movie, and instead decided on a comedy. After they had both eaten their soup, Baekhyun tucked his knees to his chest and snuggled into Chanyeol's side. Chanyeol wrapped his arm around Baekhyun's waist and settled his hand in Baekhyun's lap, who quickly clasped his hand and entwined their fingers. Chanyeol smiled and squeezed Baekhyun's hand and kissed the top of his head.

After half and hour into the movie, both boys had fallen asleep, Baekhyun had fallen asleep in Chanyeol's arms, and Chanyeol had fallen asleep embracing Baekhyun with his cheek pressed to the top of Baekhyun's head. Neither boys knew it, but after they had fallen asleep, Chanyeol's parents came home and Mrs. Park had thought they looked so cute that she took a picture of the sleeping couple, before following after her husband into their bedroom.

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Baekhyun's p.o.v.

The next morning was Monday and Baekhyun woke exhausted with a crick in his neck. He put his arms above his head and stretched as he let out a big yawn and felt his muscles and bones being blissfully stretched. It felt really good. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning again as he slide off the end of the bed and gathering some clothes from his section of the dresser before padding barefoot to the bathroom and showering.

When Baekhyun came out of the bathroom, Chanyeol was waiting on the bed with his clothes laying next to him. Baekhyun walked towards him and kissed his cheek as he muttered, "Good morning."

Chanyeol smiled tiredly and mumbled, "Morning, Baek. I'm going to take a quick shower before school today, see you downstairs." Chanyeol caressed Baekhyun's cheek with his thumb before walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Baekhyun smiled to himself before going downstairs to find something quick to eat.

School was boring as hell, especially gym class because Baekhyun couldn't participate in anything. He was outcasted and told to sit on the bleachers as the rest of the class got to play a variety of activities. With a huff, Baekhyun rested his chin in his palm and silently watched the class running back and forth across the gym floor. He watched as random girls and even some guys talked to his Chanyeol. When Baekhyun so much as moved an inch, Coach Kim would notice and snap, "Mr. Byun, sit your ass back down!" Baekhyun never heard a teacher cuss before, and it had the desired affect because Baekhyun didn't so much as blink out of fear of being yelled at again.

Baekhyun only became more anxious though as he continued to watch Chanyeol being swarmed by those stupid girls. Baekhyun started to tap his foot. Maybe if he said he had to use the restroom, Coach Kim would allow him to move, then using that as an excuse he would go over there and whack all those girls heads together. Honestly, Baekhyun is away from Chanyeol for twenty minutes and the vultures start to descend. Didn't that just scream desperate? And didn't they realize Chanyeol was with Baekhyun, or did they think they had broken up because they weren't together? Excuse me, but it's not like I wanted to get stabbed and have to miss out on gym class, Baekhyun thought in frustration and annoyance. He really wanted to tell those girls off. He really wanted . . . to rip their fucking heads off! As Baekhyun hadn't taken his eyes off Chanyeol the whole time since entering the gymnasium, he saw when one of girls suddenly pounced on Chanyeol and kissed him squarely on the lips.

Baekhyun's doctor had told him not to do anything too vigorous for two weeks as he could possibly hurt himself. Baekhyun was just happy Yixing hadn't hit a major organ, so as long as those were safe, he didn't care as he bounded down the bleachers, ignoring Coach Kim's yells for him to return to the bleachers. Baekhyun was too focused on something else to listen . . .

Within seconds he was standing behind the girl, and he had never wanted to hit someone so badly in his life, even his father and Yixing, and that astonished Baekhyun. But he knew he only felt this way because it was Chanyeol, like before when he pushed him out of the way of Yixing's blade, it had been for Chanyeol, because Baekhyun simply didn't care about himself as much as he cared for Chanyeol. Baekhyun would sacrifice everything for Chanyeol, and almost had.

Tapping the girl on the shoulder, she turned around. Baekhyun wasn't going to hit her, he'd never do that, but he wasn't above screaming in her face as he said, "Excuse me, bitch, but what do you think we were just doing?" She rolled her eyes at Baekhyun and scoffed as she turned back to Chanyeol and tried to kiss him again, but Chanyeol quickly moved out of the way, anticipating it this time. Now Baekhyun was furious. "Yah! I said what do you think you're doing!?" Baekhyun yelled.

The girl turned around and sneered at Baekhyun. "What do you want you little faggot?" she asked in an angry yet slightly bored tone. "Cunt," Baekhyun muttered under his breath, but the girl had still heard him. "What did you call me!?" she shouted and shoved Baekhyun backwards onto the floor. Baekhyun gasped as he fall backwards, and when he hit the floor a sharp pain vibrated up his spine and through his stomach. He gasped again as tears filled his eyes and Chanyeol shoved the girls out his way as he rushed to Baekhyun's side. "Oh my God, Baekhyun! Are you okay!?" Chanyeol asked, his tone panicked. Chanyeol caressed Baekhyun's cheek with his thumb and gripped one of his small hands in one of Chanyeol's big hands.

Then Coach Kim came running up beside them, and the girl just stood there, confused about why Baekhyun had so many people gathering around him, because now it wasn't just Chanyeol and their gym teacher, but Luhan, Sehun, Jongin, and Kyungsoo. And they all hovered over Baekhyun worriedly.

"Baekhyun?" Coach Kim asked. "Can you move? Do you need to go to the nurse?"

Baekhyun shook his head. "I-I think I'm okay. It was just unexpected." Coach Kim nodded then said, "Well, next time stay on the bleachers!" But he wasn't really mad, you could tell by the worry on his face that he was more concerned than anything, but when he turned to the girl, he was anything but. Coach Kim told her to follow him outside, and very confused, she did. The whole class still heard Coach Kim yelling at her and sending her to the office even from outside the gym, and when he walked back in, they pretended they hadn't heard.

"Baekhyun?" Chanyeol softly asked. "If you're hurting you don't have to be brave about it. Being brave in this situation would be extremely stupid and I'd be very upset with you if later it turned out you needed to see the nurse. So, Baekhyun, are you just trying to be brave and strong, or are you really okay?"

Baekhyun looked Chanyeol squarely in the eyes as he said, "Chanyeol, it only hurt for a moment. Honestly, I'm okay." Chanyeol nodded and said, "Okay, Baekhyun," as he carefully grabbed Baekhyun under the armpits and helped him to his feet. Chanyeol hugged Baekhyun to his chest as he whispered, "Baek, never do anything like that again."

"Then never let someone get the chance to sneak a kiss from you," Baekhyun muttered in reply. Chanyeol smiled faintly and murmured, "Agreed." Baekhyun sighed and snugged closer to Chanyeol as he whispered, "Good." Chanyeol brushed a hand along Baekhyun's arm and kissed the top of his head and whispered, "I love you."
    "I love you too, Chan," Baekhyun whispered.

. . . .

3rd p.o.v.

Later after having lunch, Baekhyun was sitting in English class. Chanyeol had the class too, and they were exchanging notes between each other. Kyungsoo sat directly behind Baekhyun, and Chanyeol was beside Kyungsoo, so every time Baekhyun either reached or gave a note to Chanyeol, Kyungsoo would intercept it by grabbing it from the latter hands. He'd then open it and draw crude pictures that had Baekhyun's face flushing red and Chanyeol's eyes widening in horror. Kyungsoo would just throw it back to them, a satisfied expression marring his face. After the fourth time this had happened, the classroom door opened and the principle walked in. Chanyeol quickly put the paper away as the principle glanced in their direction. Baekhyun gulped, but then thought, Wait, why I'm I worried? They don't know what we wrote or what Kyungsoo drew. But why are they looking in this direction?

The teacher nodded as the principle left the room and their teacher turned to face the class. But why did it feel like she was looking directly at Baekhyun — and only Baekhyun? Then she spoke, and Baekhyun's heart dropped as his face immediately paled and he felt sick.

"Mr. Byun," she had said, "your father is here to take you home." Those were the words Baekhyun had heard past through her lips, and he was frozen. What does he do? He couldn't — he couldn't go back to that house with him. Baekhyun wouldn't do it.

"Do I have to go?" Baekhyun whispered.

The teacher looked at him curiously and said, "Of course you do Baekhyun, your father said it was important. Aren't you concerned?"

Baekhyun shook his head as if in a trance as he whispered, "No."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Kim" — she was Coach Kim's wife — "but if Baekhyun doesn't want to go, he shouldn't have to," Chanyeol said as he kept shooting worried glances Baekhyun's way.

Mrs. Kim laughed. "Mr. Park, it doesn't work that way. So, Mr. Byun, gather your things together and go to the office," she said almost sternly.

Baekhyun gulped and shakily got to his feet, he shot Chanyeol a frantic look before he was forced out of the room.

Chanyeol sat frozen in his seat after seeing that door close behind Baekhyun. He didn't know what to do. Baekhyun couldn't go back to that house . . .

Baekhyun's p.o.v.

Baekhyun walked down the linoleum floored hallways until he stopped outside the main office and saw the monster standing outside the door. He turned to Baekhyun with his knife-like smile and beckoned Baekhyun to him. Death descended around Baekhyun like a fog and guided him towards the waiting arms of the monster. They both embarrassed Baekhyun and kissed his cheek as they took turns whispering in his ear, "I've missed you so much" and "You're mine." A chill spread throughout Baekhyun's body as Death and his master guided him from the school and to the car. The whole way to the house, Baekhyun sat in the front seat, trance-like, as Death occupied the backseat and lovingly wrapped his arms around the seat and locked his arms around Baekhyun's waist and kissed his neck. Death had missed his playmate, and he couldn't wait until they got to the house; he couldn't wait to play with his Baekhyun again.
   
When the car pulled up to the house, Baekhyun noticed how much more decayed it looked. The roof was starting to sag and the paint was peeling away in strips, revealing the bone beneath. "Why don't we go inside?" the monster asked. "Why don't we go inside and play?" Death whispered.
   
All Baekhyun could say was "Okay" as he stepped out of the car in his trance-like state. He couldn't have run away even if he wanted to because in that moment the monster had wrapped his claws around Baekhyun's throat and dragged him, choking and gasping, into the house. Death followed behind with a gleeful smile as he swirled around Baekhyun and watched with hungry eyes as the monster roughly yanked up Baekhyun's shirt and traced the scar along his stomach.

"Yixing said he'd kill you," the monster whispered. "But it looks like he didn't go deep enough." The monster dragged Baekhyun by his shirt collar to the kitchen and pulled out a butchers knife as he slowly, with a malicious gleam in his eyes, tracing the blade across the scar. And in his excitement, he pressed too hard to Baekhyun's skin and cut open the scar. A thin trail of blood trickled from the wound, and greedily, ravenously, Death sidled forward and licked the wound, causing more blood to ooze from the cut. The monster stared in fascination at the scarlet liquid slowly making a small pool around them. He turned his eyes to Baekhyun's and slide the blade along his skin until it was tucked comfortable beneath his chin. "I wonder if you'll go to hell after I kill you?" the monster whispered. He smiled. "How about we find out."

Then the monster shoved Baekhyun against the wall as he lightly ran the knife along Baekhyun's bottom lip, nicking it. "Yixing told me you had a lover. I wonder if he'll still love you after this? After I crave up your body and leave you for the dogs, who would love you then? No one's ever truly loved Byun Baekhyun, why did you ever let him fill your head with such nonsense? I'm disappointed, Baekhyun," the monster whispered as he ran the blade along Baekhyun's cheek. "But then again, I've never cared for you, so why should I care?" the monster mused with a sickly smile.
   
Death slithered closer to Baekhyun as he started to speak, "I'm creeping in your heart I will overturn you, break and swallow you I steal you and indulge in you I will ruin you."

You have ruined me, Baekhyun thought.

"Everyone fears me so I'm untouchable . . ."

You are untouchable, Baekhyun thought.

"But why can't you honestly refuse me in the end . . ."

Maybe because I crave pain, Baekhyun thought.

"I hide, watching you, and you're surprise . . ."

I've always noticed you, Baekhyun thought.

"I'm like an antinomy to you, but I'm part of you Accept me as I am . . ."

I must accept you. I must accept my fate, Baekhyun thought.

"Forget your fearful worries Enjoy the pain you can endure Fall deeper . . ."

I am. I will accept the pain. I will fall deeper, Baekhyun thought.

"I'm toying with you in my palm however I want . . ."

You've always toyed with me, Baekhyun thought.

"Don't run away, you will linger forever You can call me monster . . ." Death whispered sweetly.

I can never run. You're always with me. I will can you monster, . . . Baekhyun thought.

The monster lovingly caressed his pet as he said, "So shall we being the fun?" Death smiled and wrapped his arms around Baekhyun as the first stab of pain pierced into his body and he screamed out in pain.
   
As the pain spread threw Baekhyun's body, resolve came with it. He saw Chanyeol's face in his head, and he vowed it wouldn't end this way. Breaking free from Death's cold grasp Baekhyun lunged at the monster. Before Baekhyun could touch him, Death swirled away and stood silently behind the monster as he raised a finger to his black lips and whispered, "Shhh," before sliding his arm around the monster and hovering with his skeletal hand over the monster's heart and whispering into his ear, "Sorry master, but I must claim you first," before pressing his hand against the monster's heart. The knife fell from the monster's right hand, and eyes widening he gazed up into Baekhyun's face with a look of pure hatred before he clasped to the floor; his hand resting over his heart.

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Author's Notes

Hi, everyone!

Another cliffhanger here. 😬 Just wanted to apologize for one certain word and the end. It's so sad. And does anyone have theories about what happened to Baekhyun's dad?

Anyway, thank you for reading and don't forget to vote, comment, and share with your friends!

Well, until next time.... 🌸🌸

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BunnyBaekkiee ❤️