Mine Chap. 11

[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 11



Chanyeol is going crazy. He doesn’t care how wet he becomes but with the unconscious state Baekhyun is in, he can’t find it in himself to care for anything other than his baby. All the maids are scattering around, trying to help by wrapping towels after towels around Baekhyun and the other workers help in opening the door to the bedroom wider.

He doesn’t know what happened to Baekhyun, but his baby is breathing so shallowly. His whole temperature is burning up and his whole body is trembling. Chanyeol cries, his tears sliding down his cheeks as he cradles Baekhyun close to his chest.

“Baby, answer me, please,” he calls out hoarsely, shaking Baekhyun in his arms.

He hears frantic noises from the maids and all. They try to take Baekhyun away from him to take his wet clothes off and change him, but he makes it so hard them. Eventually the workers have to hold him back while the maids wipe Baekhyun dry with warm towel.

The front door is opened again and Yixing comes in no less than a minute, dripping wet and panting. He tries to check on Baekhyun but Chanyeol keeps on trying to take his baby closer.

“Chanyeol!” Yixing shouts at him, “I have to check on him! Do you want him to die?” His words are harsh, he knows, but if it’s the only way to wake Chanyeol up from his panic then he won’t hesitate to say it.

Chanyeol shudders, nodding reluctantly before he sits back on the side. He wipes his tears away and watches carefully as Yixing furrows his eyebrows over the many band aids adorning his baby’s hands.

Yixing’s examination on Baekhyun takes quite a time and judging by the way the doctor is frowning, Chanyeol doesn’t think it’s a good sign. He focuses his eyes on the tremble on Baekhyun’s fingers and the hard way he is taking a breath. The shallow and ragged breathing is accompanied by the weak whimpers once in a while.

“He caught pneumonia.” Yixing states, grabbing his medicine bag to grab a syringe. Chanyeol panics because Baekhyun doesn’t like taking a shot but he can’t do anything about it because Yixing’s glare looks like it could kill him.

“I gave him antibiotics for now.” Yixing says, sighing softly. “I don’t know how long he had caught up the virus but it will take a while until he recovers fully.”

“W-What can we do?”

Yixing gives him a sharp look. “What can we do? First of all, never leave him alone ever again.” He hisses under his breath. Chanyeol gulps, feeling the pang of guilt hits him again and he starts to ponder over his last harsh words to Baekhyun ever again.

“I will stay here today to look after his condition. And this is not even a question, Chanyeol, I will stay here to look after Baekhyun. I don’t care what you are going to say.” Yixing says, walking out of the bedroom.

Chanyeol nods, eyes still focused on the hard way of Baekhyun’s chest inhaling the air while breathing. He caresses his baby’s cheek, feeling the slight swell and finding a small cut on the corner of his lip. He frowns but decides to ignore them for now.

“You know, Chanyeol,” Yixing stops by the doorframe. Chanyeol looks up.

“I’m saying this not as your private doctor but as a friend of you and Baekhyun. I don’t ever want to find Baekhyun in this condition ever again. I don’t want to see bruises on Baekhyun again, and if this happens for the second time in the future, I will be the one taking care of Baekhyun instead of you.”

Chanyeol’s head lifts up in a sharp move. “What?”

“I treasure Baekhyun as my little brother and I swear to God, Chanyeol, fucking make up with him or I’m going to do it for real.”

The door is closed and Chanyeol cries. No, he won’t let anyone take Baekhyun away from him. Baekhyun will always stay by his side. He won’t fuck up again, he swears with his whole life. He won’t let Baekhyun feel lonely again.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Forgive Channie, hm?” He sobs, caressing Baekhyun’s blue-ish lips before planting a soft kiss on them. Baekhyun continues to lie there weak, powerless, and unconscious.







Chanyeol stays in bed, trying his best to fight the sleep away. He can’t sleep without knowing that Baekhyun is okay. A few times Baekhyun keeps coughing so badly in his sleep, making Chanyeol panics. Yixing assures him that he should be getting better soon.

A maid comes by his side and hands him a damp paper bag. “Master Baekhyun was holding onto this when we found him, Master.”

Chanyeol takes the paper bag away and the maid excuses herself. The paper bag is ruined from the rain but the thing inside of it is wrapped nicely with a box. He picks it up and undoes the ribbon around the box. Inside, he finds a pair of cufflinks, looking expensive enough, and finds a small folded paper.

To dear Chanyeol. I know this is not much, but I hope you can wear this last gift from me when you will finally get married with your soon-to-be wife. Be a good husband for her and live happily. I will always pray for you. From Baekhyun.

“No, baby, no,” Chanyeol grips onto the note. He glances back to the still unconscious Baekhyun in the bed. “I’m not marrying anyone that is not you. Please trust me.” He cries, tears spilling all over his face and dropping down to Baekhyun’s face as he towers over his sleeping lover. Baekhyun, oh my God, he keeps thinking about Chanyeol and even bought him a gift that costs a lot.

He reads the shaky writing over and over again. Chanyeol kisses Baekhyun’s face all over, vowing that he will never let him go ever again.

With a last kiss on his chapped lips, Chanyeol brings him into his embrace to make sure that all of this is not a mere dream.







Baekhyun wakes up with a start. His chest is heaving and his throat is dry, even hurting. His eyes feel so heavy, he could barely open them up. He tries moving, but his limbs are all felt like they are tied down by something to heavy. A grunt leaves his lips and with so much difficulty, Baekhyun can finally open his eyes.

High ceiling. That’s what he notices at first. A very familiar high ceiling. And the familiar scent of a room that reminds him of warmth and loves.

Baekhyun glances to the side where he can see the light covered by the thick curtains.

Where is he?

Home?

Baekhyun blinks his tired eyes, moving to sit up from where he is lying on. Did he die? How did he end up here? Is this heaven? This place seems a lot like Chanyeol’s bedroom, did he die and his afterlife imagination creates this kind of illusion?

“Ngh,” he clears his throat while sitting up.

Right. It’s home. It’s Chanyeol’s bedroom.

Baekhyun glances to the other side of the bed, finding a sleeping Chanyeol with dried tears on his cheeks. How did he end up here? Did he sleep walk from that alley? Where is his bag? He should go before anyone can see him.

He feels a prick of pain on his arm and finds an IV stuck into him. With difficulty, he reaches for the IV and pulls it out of his skin. When his feet touch the cold floor, he trembles. He takes a deep breath to heave himself up from the bed, but two arms hold him back.

“Where do you think you are going?” Chanyeol’s voice is heard ringing softly by his ear. Baekhyun closes his eyes, feeling the unwanted tears brimming in his eyelids just by listening to Chanyeol’s voice. Oh, how much he misses him.

“…l-let me go, please.” He whispers softly, no voice could even come out of his mouth.

The arms around him tighten even more. “No. Never again.”

“P-Please just release me. I… I have to go.” Baekhyun pleads. Chanyeol clutches him so tight that Baekhyun finds it hard to breath.

“Why would you go? Why did you leave? Do you know how worried I am?” Chanyeol is downright sobbing into his ear and Baekhyun can feel tears sliding down his shoulder. He squeezes his eyes tightly, not wanting to appear weaker than he already is.

“You know why.” Baekhyun whispers lowly.

Chanyeol snuggles his face into his neck, breathing him in. “I need you with me, Baekhyun. I… I can’t live without you. You should know it better than anyone else!”

Baekhyun sniffs. “You don’t love me anymore. I get it, but no need to lie—”

“What are you talking about? I love you so fucking much!” Chanyeol grunts out. Baekhyun tries to push his arms away but to no avail he can’t even move too much from the tight grip.

“Don’t mistake pity with love.”

“What are you talking about?!” Chanyeol gasps in alarm.

Baekhyun writhes, gasping for breath as he feels his chest shudders in pain. “Y-You are not—” His words are cut off when he coughs and doubles over, heaving for air while wincing at the pain he feels all over his chest. His head spins in pain, thudding into his skull. He finds himself gripping onto Chanyeol’s arms for leverage, his head lolled to one side while he coughs without stop.

Chanyeol’s voice rings beside him as the male screams for Yixing’s name. Baekhyun’s eyes close as he feels the nausea hits him so badly, that he ends up throwing up all over the bedside. He is bordering in losing his consciousness but Chanyeol keeps holding onto his face, shouting some words that he couldn’t make out.

He feels hands laying him down back to the bed, fingers forcing his eyes open and wet towels wiping him all over. Baekhyun’s eyes keep opening and closing, as he is trying his best to focus on Yixing’s voice talking to him in frantic tone.

“…p-pain.” He whimpers out, gripping onto his chest. Yixing nods, telling him to keep breathing in and out slowly and not to rush. Baekhyun follows his instruction but he keeps wincing in pain whenever he breathes in. He grips onto something, it might be Chanyeol’s hand or something else, he doesn’t even know.

He coughs out again, crying in pain and he curls into a ball while he gasps painfully. He can feel the pain of IV stuck into his arm again and there is cloth placed over his temple to help the fever down.

Baekhyun sniffs, shuddering in the little pain left while he sees Yixing putting away the syringe in hope that he won’t find out. Silly Yixing, he saw him already. As much as he hates syringe and shot, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to back away either.

Yixing caresses his head while telling him of such a good boy he is for taking the shot. He is told to rest and sleep a lot to recover quickly. Baekhyun gives his best friend a tiny smile but even moving his face muscles is hard to do. He coughs weakly and feels hands pulling the covers up to his neck.

In between his eyes closing to rest, he sees Chanyeol’s panicking and crying face in front of him. The man is holding onto him as if he is some kind of fragile China pieces and Baekhyun sleepily wonders why Chanyeol would act this way? Doesn’t he not love Baekhyun anymore? Why would he act as if he is panicking, as if this would be the end of the world?

Baekhyun grips onto the covers weakly, his fingers still trembling, when Chanyeol leans real close to leave the softest kiss on his dry lips. Despite him being so weak and light headed, Baekhyun can feel the tingle and he internally scolds himself for enjoying being pampered again.

This is only temporary. As soon as he recovers and is healthy again, he should leave to spare Chanyeol the hard rejection. He loves Chanyeol, yes, but he is not the one destined for him. The man is going to marry that beautiful woman and the two will have a nice household, having pretty kids, and being the ideal couple of the year.

The thought of it gives a different kind of pain to his chest and Baekhyun whimpers lowly under his breath. He curls into a ball to shake the pain away but Chanyeol cradles him close, clutching him to his chest while kissing his messy hair over and over again.

Chanyeol is too kind. Baekhyun shouldn’t prolong the trouble and he promises himself that once he is strong enough to get out of this bed, he will leave Chanyeol alone for the rest of his life. No more secret visits and not even thinking about him.

For the first time after so many weeks of leaving the house, Baekhyun finds himself lulled to sleep so easily. He knows it; the only reason to why he could sleep so peacefully is must be because of Chanyeol.

Chanyeol brings him piece and gives him the warmth he loves the most.

With the warmth and the low voice of Chanyeol whispers his name over and over again, Baekhyun’s eyes shut down and he falls into the best sleep he has ever felt for so many weeks. It’s always because of Chanyeol, or maybe it’s because of the medicine this time, he doesn’t know. At least, he should enjoy this last moment of being cooped in Chanyeol’s arms before he leaves him for good.











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A/N: The chapter is supposed to be longer than this but I had to pause it here because I've meant to ask.

How far should the angst go? (Because I'm torn in this!)
A) Give us more angst, make the both of them suffer!
B) No more! Stop right here and let's have them make up after this!
C) Other suggestion?

Help me decide in this! >_< (because if it's up to me, I will add the super angst without any hesitation! Hahaha!)