When the doctor entered the room, he gave them each a kind smile as he asked, "It's good to see you awake, Baekhyun. How are you feeling?"

"Tired," Baekhyun replied.

The doctor nodded. "That's to be expected, the pain medication we gave you will do that, and the extreme stress your body experienced will also do that as a way of healing. Now, Baekhyun, I need you to squeeze my hands for me as hard as you can to check for motor skills. Can you squeeze my hands for me?" the doctor asked as he slipping his hands into Baekhyun's.

Baekhyun nodded as he gave his hands a squeeze as hard as he could; and doctor smiled in satisfaction as he then pulled a light from his pocket. "Follow the light for me, Baekhyun . . ." he murmured as he ran it above Baekhyun's eyes; and he did. The doctor smiled once again and said, "His brain function seems completely normal, he'll be able to go home tomorrow. I just want to keep him for observation tonight, but other than that, he'll be perfectly fine to go home. He will be sore as his body heals, but since he was fortunate enough not to break any bones, he should recover relatively fast."

Chanyeol finally allowed himself to sigh in relief, and he reached out to shake the doctor's hand as he said, "Thank you so much, I was so worried and hearing that really helped. Thank you again."

"You're very welcome, and if you'd like, I can't arrange for you to stay overnight with your fiancé. I know how worried you were," the doctor said with a smile.

Chanyeol felt his cheeks flush and his stuttered, "Th–thank you."

The doctor bowed before leaving, and Chanyeol closed the door as heat rushed into his cheeks. He bit his bottom lip as he nervously turned around, and saw Baekhyun staring at him with an arched eyebrow. There was a slight smirk to his mouth as he asked, "So I'm your fiancé now? Wow, you sure do move fast, Mr. Park."

Chanyeol's blush deepened as he begged, "Please stop, I'm embarrassed enough as it is. Besides, that's the only way I could get a ride with you to the hospital, the police wouldn't let me through otherwise . . ." Chanyeol trailed off.

Baekhyun chuckled and meekly patted the space beside himself as he chuckled and said, "I'm kidding, Chanyeol. Now please, sit with me?"

Chanyeol sighed as he slide into the empty space beside Baekhyun and grabbed his hand, he leaned into the pillow and sighed when Baekhyun laid his head on his chest with a soft sigh of his own. Chanyeol softly smiled as he delicately stroked Baekhyun's cheek, being mindful of the blossoming bruise over his left cheekbone, and the cut along his hairline.

Chanyeol sighed. "You're so beautiful, Byun Baekhyun."

Baekhyun laughed and retorted, "Stop being nice, I know I must look awful."

"You're wrong," Chanyeol murmured. "I find you absolutely stunning, and nothing else could ever compare."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and had to bit down on the inside of his cheek, to contain the urge to happily squeal like a teenage girl; something he's never felt the urge to do a day in his life. There was just something about Chanyeol that seemed to bring out the best in Baekhyun, and everyone else around him as well. He was like a drug Baekhyun never wanted to cleanse himself of; he was too addicted.

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Baekhyun was released from the hospital the next day with bruises and minor cuts, all things that would heal with time. Chanyeol stayed with him through the night, and the next morning they had to prepare themselves for work and the whispers. No one knew about their relationship, and if Baekhyun got his way —- since he always does —- not a single person would find out about them until Baekhyun wanted them too.

He got dressed in one of his suits and was in the bathroom applying make-up to his bruised cheek when Chanyeol walked into the room. He glanced at Baekhyun through the mirror before muttering, "You shouldn't hide your bruises, they signify the fact that you survived something people die from everyday. So if I were, I'd be proud of them...."

"You're so strange, Park Chanyeol," Baekhyun softly replied.

Chanyeol blushed, and Baekhyun lightly laughed as he said, "But in a good way." He smiled at Chanyeol through the mirror before pivoting around on his heel and winding his arms around behind his neck.

Chanyeol shyly smiled as he kissed him back before softly murmuring, "Baekhyun, there's something I should probably tell you . . ."

Baekhyun's eyebrows furrowed curiously as he asked, "What is it?"

Chanyeol nervously bit his lip before muttering, "Ah well, the day of your accident, as you know I was with Kyungsoo and when I saw your car get...." Chanyeol trailed off. "What I'm saying is, Kyungsoo saw me with you, and my feelings were out of control and irritational so there's no way I can play it off as me just being worried about my boss . . ."

Baekhyun slowly unwound his arms from around Chanyeol as he quietly replied, "So you're saying he knows about us?"

"Yes, probably, and I'm sorry. I know you wanted to keep this a secret, so I—-"

Baekhyun placed his finger over Chanyeol's lips before he whispered, "Stop talking, Chanyeol, please?" Baekhyun sighed. "We'll figure this out, in the mean time not another word to anyone, do you understand?"

Chanyeol nodded numbly before whispering, "Yes, I understand."

Baekhyun pursed his lips before curtly replying, "Good, now get dressed before we're late."

Baekhyun used one of his spare cars to drive them to work, and insisted that Chanyeol go into the building before him. They rode the elevator together, but Baekhyun refused to meet Chanyeol's gaze, and from an outside observer, Chanyeol would have looked the silently suffering fool too afraid to ask out the person he spent his days quietly admiring. When they reached the top floor, the elevator door opened and Baekhyun left without so much as a word or a kind smile —- it was as if Chanyeol didn't exist in the small space of the too warm elevator.

He sighed as he watched Baekhyun walk away, unable to keep himself from thinking he had caused this sudden silence between them. He shouldered his bag before stepping off the elevator, and slowly walked to his desk.

As he was settled down and prepared to start his work day, somebody suddenly appeared behind him and hushedly asked, "Can we talk, it's important."

Chanyeol felt his blood run cold as he slowly turned around and nervously replied, "Talk about what?"

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A/N: Oh no, craps going down. Prepare yourselves, lovelies!

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