Mine Chap. 9

[kumo_is_kumo]

Title: Mine

Pairing: Chanbaek

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Length: Series

Summary: Everyone fears the name of Park Chanyeol, as he is one of the well known top class business man and his wealthy is not something you could count. He is arrogant and bossy, but his hard stare softens and he is the in his weakest state just with one soft call from his baby Baekkie.













Poster by: twenty for ▬ a graphic shop



Chapter 9



Chanyeol feels so bad. So guilty. He shouted to Baekhyun when his baby was just caring for him.

As soon after he finishes what that needs to be said and done, he drives back home at the time of six. Maybe a day off would be good. He can spend it with his baby with cuddles and apologies.

Except that he goes frantic the moment he steps foot into the bedroom. The bed is empty and untouched. The bathroom is empty and the living room is also empty. Every room in the whole house is empty.

“Where is Baekhyun?” He asks his workers and no one could give him an answer.

“Baby? Where are you?” He continues searching for the second time, knowing how playful his lover could be.

When panic rises in his head, Chanyeol dials his numbers, only to hear the ringtone of the phone on the dresser. He walks up to it and freezes when he sees the curvy handwriting that belongs to his lover.

Chanyeol drops his phone as he spins around on his heels, running out of the house to find Baekhyun. But to where? He doesn’t know where to start. He can’t think straight!

“B-Baekhyun!” He chokes, stumbling against the chair.

“Master! What’s going on?” The head maid comes to him to help him up. He looks around frantically.

“Baekhyun!” He grips onto the maid’s shoulder, “He is... Where is he?!”

The maid can’t even answer him and Chanyeol walks away towards the living room. Study papers are sprawled all over the table, some even on the carpet. Pencils are dropped down and rolled under the couch. Magazines are opened and-

“Fuck.” Chanyeol stops as he stares at the article of himself getting married soon.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” He curses, throwing away the magazines where he could see his face adorning every page on every different title.

No wonder. Baekhyun must have had seen this.

“I... Oh my God. Baekhyun!!” He runs to the door, trying to find his baby because he realizes now that everything is his fault. He shouted to his baby last night.







“Won’t you... tell me what keeps you so busy?”

“Baek, not now, okay? This is-”

“You said you never keep a secret from me.”

“Stay out of my fucking business, Baekhyun!!”

“C-Channie, I just-”

“Don’t interfere with what’s not your business, Baekhyun.”







“Shit.” Chanyeol bangs his head on the steering wheel. He hurts his baby, his lover, his boyfriend, the one that he claims to be his everything, to be his life. He gives him pain when he promised to protect him.

“Baby... Oh God.”

He needs to find his baby. Where would he go? He wants to cradle him close and to give kisses all over his face. He wants to chant how much he loves him over and over again. He wants to beg on his knees and to ask for forgiveness.

Although he himself is not sure whether he deserves to be forgiven.





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Baekhyun sniffs as he gets down from the bus. It has been such a long time ever since he last stepped his foot on this place. Nothing changes, really.

What should he do now? Where should he stay?

Tears brim in his eyes and Baekhyun hisses as he wipes the tears away. He can’t be weak now. He is on his own. He needs to be strong to survive.

Baekhyun walks to the place he recognizes the most as he once spent his life there. The alley. Yeah, he could do that. What’s so bad about it? He once survived, he can do it again now.

“You can do it, Baekkie.” He whispers to keep himself strong. He might be living in luxury for so many years he spent with Chanyeol, but he needs to realize that luxury is not his and he is just a mere stupid and poor boy who is homeless. Getting a job might be his first move to do in the morning.











Baekhyun tries his best begging to be accepted. He would do all the dirty works. Sweeping, moping, washing the dishes, and even throwing out garbage, he would do everything.

It has been three days since Baekhyun had finally gotten a job. All he needs to do is to wash the dirty dishes in the diner. Even though the payment is not much, he still could buy food.

Baekhyun ponders about his life.

What will happen for the next day? The next two days? The next week? The next month? Would Chanyeol get married sooner now that he is out of the picture?

Chanyeol is a good and kind guy. He had let Baekhyun stayed in his house, he let Baekhyun called his house as his home even though it was just for a while, and Baekhyun is forever thankful to him. He could understand why Chanyeol wouldn’t want him to know about his engagement, maybe because he is afraid Baekhyun would throw tantrum as if he owns the world.

When in reality, he doesn’t. The only thing he owns is his worn out backpack which he got as his birthday present from his ten years ago. It was the biggest present Baekhyun could ever get from his mother and it is very precious for him. Nothing matters than this backpack.

“Hey, new kid! Stop spacing out, you useless thing!”

Baekhyun flinches in surprise at the shout and he almost breaks a plate. “I-I’m sorry!” He squeaks, continuing to scrub the plate to clean.

It’s his working time now. There’s no place for Chanyeol to slip into his mind. He wouldn’t be worried anyway. Who knows maybe he is currently with his fiancée, discussing their wedding date.











Instead that no, Chanyeol is a mess. He drives his car here and there, keeping his eyes alerted to catch the sight of someone as much as similar to his baby. He is going crazy. He hasn’t gone to work for a few days. He doesn’t care, he couldn’t fucking care right now about paper works, not knowing where his baby is, what he is eating, what he is wearing, what he is doing, where he is sleeping, without a single cent of money on him.

He had gone to Kyungsoo’s place, trying to find whether Baekhyun would come to his friend to run away. The look on Kyungsoo’s face is shocked when he told him that he had hurt Baekhyun with getting ‘engaged’ and by shouting at him. He could still remember the look Kyungsoo gave him. It was a look of anger and disappointment. Kyungsoo promised to help him look around.

His last hope was Yixing, because the doctor is such a good friend to Baekhyun. When Yixing opened the door to his house for him, he was quite surprised to find Chanyeol looking a mess and coming alone. But when he had told him about the cause of him visiting alone, Yixing’s gaze turned cold. He is Baekhyun’s best friend and to know that Chanyeol had hurt him with his act alone turned Yixing into a cold person towards him. Chanyeol begged for him to help him in finding Baekhyun in which Yixing agreed but just because he was worried with Baekhyun only.

His maids are sent around the whole complex to join the search party for Baekhyun. Even the gardeners and the drivers are looking for him. Chanyeol can’t even find himself getting back to his house, moreover getting into the master bedroom. Too much of things that remind him of Baekhyun and it hurts his heart. It hurts badly in his chest, making Chanyeol curls and accidentally falls asleep in the cramped space of his car.

His hair is a mess and he is wearing the same clothes for the past days. He hasn’t shaved and even his appetite leaves him. He is eaten by the feeling of guilt and the fear of losing the only person he has only loved the most in his whole life.

So many words he would want to utter to Baekhyun. He wants to apologize to him, to beg on his knees, and to plead for him to come back. The only one in fault here is himself. He shouldn’t blame and put his stress and anger towards Baekhyun, his only baby who was just worried about him.

“I’m sorry. Please come back to me,” Chanyeol prays the hardest he has ever done in his whole life, all just to get his love to get back into his arms, safe and sound.





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As Baekhyun settles down on the cold concrete floor, he puts his head against his backpack. He gets a headache and slight fever because the weather is changing too quickly but it’s okay. It’s not like he had never done this. It was worse than this at that time.

Oh, he forgets his bread. Baekhyun sits up, rummaging into his packpack and finds the cheap bread that he had gotten earlier after his last job. It was on sale and even though the expiration date is today, at least he doesn’t see any sign of it being ruined yet so it’s okay.

The first bite onto the cheap bread is as tasty as the last time he ate meat. The last meat he ate was when he was celebrating Chanyeol’s birthday in their dinner which was cooked by Qian noona.

Baekhyun sighs. How is Chanyeol? Does he miss him? Or does he forget him already?

How’s everyone? Qian noona and the other cooks who always prepare delicious food and feast for him? The maids who always help him clean his books and papers and play hide and seek with him? The gardeners who always teach him on how to plant the seed to the soil without ruining it? The drivers who always drive him to the mall or to the café?

He misses everyone. But as much as he misses them, he misses Chanyeol the most.

Baekhyun sniffs, fighting the urge to cry but he is late as the first drop of tears falls down onto his forgotten cheap bread. He sobs, nose scrunching up and lips trembling.

Chanyeol. He misses Chanyeol so much. He wants to run into his long arms, he wants to bury his face into his warm chest, he wants to hug him, and he wants to kiss him. He wants to kiss him until he is left breathless and forgets his own name. He wants to tell Chanyeol about how much he loves him, how he is the first person Baekhyun has ever fallen in love with, and how he will definitely be the last person he is in love with.

The bread is crushed in his fingers as Baekhyun sobs. He curls into himself, his knees folding up as he buries his crying face there. He wants Chanyeol. He needs Chanyeol. He could be his servant or slave, he just needs to see Chanyeol and to know that he lives and happy and that he smiles. Even if his smile is directed to someone else.

“Channie,” he croaks, falling into a coughing fit as he chokes on his tears.

It’s as what he predicts; there’s no voice answering to his call. It’s once again becomes an obvious sign to remind him that he is not in Chanyeol’s home again, not in his warm bedroom again. He is now in the dark alley of a certain place he actually doesn’t really pay attention to, hugging his knees to his chest, eating an almost rotten cheap bread, and crying for Chanyeol just because he misses him too much.

Baekhyun sniffs his nose, lifting the bread back to his mouth and he starts eating it again. There’s no use in crying over Chanyeol. It won’t change everything. The only thing he could do right now is holding on and trying to survive.

But… he misses Chanyeol.











With that reason in mind, Baekhyun finds himself standing a few meters away from the only place he used to call home. There is no one around the house and Baekhyun hopes he can see a glimpse of Chanyeol, at least.

He waits for like fifteen minutes and there’s no sign of Chanyeol coming in or out. Baekhyun sighs, before he remembers something that he had prepared the night before.

It’s an envelope and he walks closer to the bell. He throws the envelope through the gate into the house, with much difficulty, before pressing on the bell over and over again. He still remembers the tell tale of the maids opening the door to the guest. It takes them five minutes to run to the front door and it gives Baekhyun five minutes to relish in the nostalgia feeling of living under this house.

When he hears the click from the front door, he stops ringing for the bell and runs away like a kid doing a prank. He doesn’t even dare to look back, all he could do is to run and run. He wants to see Chanyeol, but at the same time he is afraid about what he would do if he does see him.

Baekhyun runs away again.





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“M-Master!” The maid screeches, holding onto an envelope dearly like it’s some kind of sacred thing.

Chanyeol blinks his eyes heavily and finds an envelope is shoved into his hands.

“We found this outside after someone was ringing the bell, Master! Could this be from Master Baekhyun?”

At the mention of the name, Chanyeol’s eyes pop open and he quickly reads over the small cursive writing at the front.

To Chanyeol.

“Baekhyun,” he breathes out, recognizing the same handwriting and he carefully opens it.

There are so bills of money and a small paper.

How are you doing? I hope you are fine. There are some money that I could give back to you for now. I will work harder so I could pay back all my debts to you. I’m sorry because it will take quite a long time but I will do my best. Live well.

“No,” Chanyeol chokes, cradling the paper to his face, “No, baby, don’t do this,” he cries, tears spilling out of his eyes. Baekhyun feels obligated to pay every single cent he had spent on him. Isn’t his baby the kindest angel out there? He works hard to survive yet he still wants to pay him back.

“Come back to me, please. I don’t care if you spend all the money. I don’t care… Please come back.” He sobs, wailing like a child with tears in front of all of his employees.

The hard Park Chanyeol reduces to a crybaby just by a single letter from his missing lover.









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A/N: Is this enough angst? I don't think so ;; hehe
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