Title: Ride or Die?
Language: English
Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: Violence, Self-harm, Character Death

Summary: Chanyeol wants revenge against his family's enemy. He avenge the wrong person.

(c) _beplopsz, May 2021

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"Congratulations, my son!"

The patriarch of the Park family embraces their son, Chanyeol, as they walk out from the conference room. "I know you would get it!"

"Thank you, Chairman," Chanyeol said, smiling ear-to-ear at him. "I wouldn't get it without your support."

"Nah. I believed they would appoint you as the new President. You have the potential and the skills, afterall," Chairman Park asnwered, walking with Chanyeol in the hallway.

He agreed, though. He worked hard for that position. He deserved it.

They are walking their way to Chairman's Park office located at the last floor. Employees would bow their heads when they saw them, showing respect for both gorgeous men.

Chanyeol pressed the elevator button before motioning Chairman Park to enter the elevator.

"I heard Mom will be here at lunch," Chanyeol started a conversation. He looked up, watching the numbers increases.

His father nodded. "She said she cooked us lunch. She'll cry a river if we won't taste how good her kimchi spaghetti is," he answered, chuckling.

Chanyeol smiled.

They got out once they reached their floor. Both of them went to the office in a hurry, both excited for their lunch. They saw a woman clad in red dress preparing their lunch at Chairman's table once they entered the office.

The said woman turned around and smiled at them. "What a perfect timing! I just finished preparing the food! Come!" Chanyeol's mother motioned them to walk closer so they did.

Chanyeol hugged her mother and kissed her temple. "I heard you're the new President, huh? Really, Chanyeol, you never failed to amaze me," Mrs. Park said, patting his head like a five-year old kid.

He chuckled. "It's because you're my mother," he teased, earning a slap in the arm by Mrs. Park.

"What's the connection, duh?" Mrs. Park rolled her eyes. "Well, the food will get cold if we're gonna stand here forever."

For Chanyeol, it's been ages since he last ate his mother's kimchi spaghetti. That's why he eats it like it's the last kimchi spaghetti in the world.

Mrs. Park watch her son, adoringly. She gets the tissue and wipes Chanyeol's mouth that got stained by the food. "You never changed. You still eat like a pig," she said and laughed along with Chairman Park.

"Yes, Ms. Jung?" Chairman Park answered his secretary's call. Chanyeol watched him as he wiped his mouth clean. "Package? I didn't ordered something, though... From Mr. Kim? Oh, okay, let him in."

"What was Ms. Jung called about?" Mrs. Park asked her husband.

Chairman Park sighed. "There's a package from Mr. Kim."

She nodded. "I wonder what it is this time," she answered and continued eating.

Chanyeol excused himself in the bathroom. He had a glimpse of the man entering in the office with a black box in his hands as he went inside the bathroom.

He heard muffled voices outside. He frowned when he heard his mother gasp but he didn't paid much attention to it until he heard continous gunshots.

Gunshots.

His eyes widen. His body froze. His heart stops from beating.

After minutes of staring at himself in the mirror, he finally got out from the bathroom and what he saw scarred his life.

Chairman Park and Mrs. Park are lying in the cold floor, blood surrounding them.

***

Chanyeol gripped the wine glass in his free hand tightly. It's been a year since that incident happened, but he can still remember it. It's always playing in his head like a movie, he just can't forget it.

He finishes his red wine before going to the underground prison where the guy, who assasinated his parents, is currently in.

He was greeted by his men and open the doors for him. "Where is he?" he asked, peeking at the small hole of another door. He can hear the small whimper and the sound of the whip from where he is.

"He's inside, Sir, with SH94 and JI88," KS12, the lookout for tonight, answered. Park Chanyeol nodded then excused himself.

The small whimper and the strong sound of the whip's getting louder and louder as he approaches the door. He can imagine the pained expression of the guy as he heard a loud cry from inside.

"You won't tell the truth?!"

Baekhyun shook his head and he got another hit. He yelped in pain. The continuous hit he receives only stop when the door opens.

He closes his eyes. He coughs and he didn't notice the blood coming out from his bruised mouth.

"Sir." He heard the two men greeted someone. He didn't paid much attention at the newcomer as he rests his whole body in the cold ground.

It's been two days and he's still here, getting whip every freaking hour. Not just that, they will tie him up and beat him until he pass out.

He didn't know what they were doing. He didn't know what he did that they have to do this to him. They told him to tell the truth, and if he does, they won't hit him anymore. They told him that he killed both parents of their boss, but he didn't do that. He can't even kill a cockroach, much more of two person?

He's already telling the truth, but still, they hit and beat him to death.

What a bunch of liars.

He's tired. Too tired that he wants to sleep in there, not caring how cold the ground is. Closing his eyes, he can hear heavy footsteps getting closer to him.

"You two did a great job." Baekhyun's body shivered when a cold hand caress his left arm now full of cuts and bruises. "I will handle this guy so you can leave now."

"Yes, Sir."

Baekhyun didn't move his body. He knows the two men already went out and their boss is very close to him. He don't want to move because he don't want to see the face of this merciless man.

"Hey, you still alive?" He heard him asked, voice full of mockery. If Baekhyun's not tired, he would roll his eyes to him.

I still am, idiot, he wants to say.

"Why aren't you answering, honey? You want to drink water? I bet you're so thirsty."

Baekhyun still didn't answer. He's too tired to deal with this jerk. He'll deal with him later, or that's what he thinks.

Baekhyun felt Chanyeol stood up. He move his head slowly, seeing him went to the table with glasses of water. He closes his eyes when Chanyeol looked at his direction.

"I see you're still alive." Chanyeol smirked and walked back to Baekhyun who's pretending to sleep. He tilted his head as he eyed the bruises in his small face. Chanyeol can't deny the fact that this guy still screams beauty even if he had bruises.

"Here's your water, dear." Chanyeol's smile widens as he pour the cold water into Baekhyun's face. He saw how he flinches but still didn't open his eyes.

"Get up," he commanded. He kicks his side when he didn't move or respond. "I said get up!" His kicks got harder as he shouts. Chanyeol gritted his teeth when Baekhyun didn't open his eyes.

Chanyeol squated and gripped Baekhyun's jaw tightly. Just seeing the one who killed his parents made his blood boil. He wants to skin him alive, to punch him multiple times, slap him, tie him upside down, and feed him to the crocodiles. 

He wants him to suffer hell.

The moment he gripped his jaw, Baekhyun opened his eyes. He met his soft and tired eyes. Chanyeol glared at him. He shouldn't be bothered by his eyes. He shouldn't.

"You know what? You look sexy with that bruises in your face and body. I bet you look sexier without clothes on and inside my cock?" Chanyeol asks, playfully. He brushes his face down to his sensitive neck. "You want to play a game?"

Baekhyun just glared at him.

"One lie, one piece of clothing," Chanyeol adds, taking off his black coat. "If you lie when I ask you, you'll take off one piece of clothing. How's that sound? It's fun, right?" He smirked, getting the monobloc chair and faced Baekhyun.

"Stand up so that we can start," he commands, motioning him to stand up. Baekhyun stand up slowly, still glaring at him. He's tired, he wants to rest now. "Faster!"

Baekhyun stands hastily, almost falling down. He cursed and killed Chanyeol in his mind. If he's not weak right now, he would strangle him to death.

"Are you ready?"

Baekhyun didn't answer.

Chanyeol smirks, playfully. "Now, first question," he says, leaning forward and resting his elbows in his lap. "Who ordered you to kill my parents? Is it Mr. Kim?" he asks, seriously looking at the guy in front of him.

Clenching his fists, Baekhyun shook his head firmly. "I didn't kill your parents," he answers.

Chanyeol gritted his teeth. "Take off your jeans," he commanded. But Baekhyun didn't move, as if he didn't hear him. "I said take off your jeans!" he shouts, already losing his patience at the first question.

He clutched his knee when he saw Baekhyun still didn't move. "Why aren't you taking off your jeans, you bitch!" He stands up, grabbing his black hair.

Baekhyun meets his piercing gaze. "I didn't even lie, so why would I take my jeans off?!" he shouts back, glaring at him. He holds the arm of Chanyeol who's pulling his hair. "I didn't even know your parents, so why would I kill them?!" he adds, his tears falling, again.

"W-Why... Why are you a-accusing me, when in the first place, I didn't know them and I didn't know who you are!"

Baekhyun yelped and almost fell on the ground when he felt Chanyeol's strong hand in his right cheek. "You liar! Fuck, you can't lie to me!" He slaps him on the other side. "We clearly saw you in the CCTV footage on the day you killed my parents! We tracked you down after months of looking for you and chased after you for days! And now, you're saying you didn't kill them?! That's bullshit!"

Baekhyun closes his eyes and shooking his head. He remembers something. He faces Chanyeol, holding both of his shoulders. "T-That guy wasn't m-me... It wasn't me!"

Chanyeol stares at him and after minutes of staring, he laughed, as if what he said was the funniest thing in the world. He grips his jaw and stares seriously at him. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

He shook his head, furiously. "B-Believe me, it w-wasn't me! P-Please, it wasn't me!" he pleads and cries, not losing hope.

"So, are you saying we got the wrong person?"

He nods.

Chanyeol laughs, again.

"Fucking ridiculous," he says, holding Baekhyun in his waist. He forcefully take his shirt and kisses his neck. "Since you lied to me, you deserve to be punished."

He tried getting away but Chanyeol's hold is stronger. He didn't hear him when he said 'don't move' and still resisting. He gasps when his back hits the cold wall. He claws Chanyeol's back, making the latter stops from what he's doing.

"I. Said. Don't. Fucking. Move!" Chanyeol grabs both of his arms and place it on top of his head. Using his other hand, he unzips Baekhyun's jeans and pulling it down, revealing only his boxers. He palms the clothed member which made Baekhyun moan.

Chanyeol goes back kissing his neck, his hand entering his boxers slowly. He sucks his neck when he feel his cock twitching in his hold.

Baekhyun bit his lower-lip, stifling himself to moan when Chanyeol started jerking his cock off. He gasps some air when he pulls his boxers down, his cock standing proud.

His hands fall in his side when Chanyeol let go of it. He grips his shoulders and turning him around, his face and whole body now facing the cold wall. He don't need to look at Chanyeol when he knows the other guy is unbuckling his belt, just by hearing the sound of it.

He puffs some air when he holds his waist, bending him over. Chanyeol slaps his buttcheek, making him whimper. He can feel the tip of his cock in his entrance, teasing it. "N-No, please!" he says, holding Chanyeol's hand that's gripping his waist tighter.

Baekhyun panicked. This is his first time, his ass isn't prepared and there's no lube. It will hurt much, he knows. And maybe it would bleed.

But Chanyeol didn't listen. Baekhyun cries when Chanyeol slams his cock inside him without warning. He closes his eyes, a tear escape in his eye. He felt that he was stretch enough and he thinks his walls slit apart.

His fists curls as Chanyeol moves fastly inside him. He would pull his thing out and slams it back as hard as he can. "N-No..." he sobs. He can take it anymore. It fucking hurts.

Chanyeol's pace fasten every second. His holding Baekhyun's waist tightly as if his life depends on it. He fucks him fast and hard, not minding if the other is hurting.

This is his punishment, though. Fucking him raw, he thinks, smirking while thrusting hard inside. Just seeing his cock appearing and disappearing in Baekhyun's pink hole is turning him even more.

"Ah, shit," he curses, feeling his near. He screams, spurting his hot seeds inside Baekhyun's walls, some dripping in his asshole down to his thighs. He pulls his thing out and let go of Beakhyun's waist, watching him fall to the ground.

He watch him sobbing there while buckling his belt and putting his coat back. He turns his back and walks away, not saying anything.

Baekhyun hugs his knees, still sobbing. His whole body hurts. He didn't care if he'll catch a cold becuase he's still naked.

He wipes his tears. I hope this is a dream. Please, wake me up! He prays. He also prays that his sister is doing well. He misses her already.

"B-Baekhee..." he mutters before everything went black.

- to be continued -

A/N: OMO, PLEASE FORGIVE ME, GUYS! I JUST WROTE THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING AND IT WAS A RUSH SO FORGIVE ME HUHUBELS. I FORGOT THAT TODAY'S THE DAY OF THE UPDATE, GOSH. I'M SORRY BECAUSE I WAS HYPING AND NOT IN MY RIGHT MIND BECAUSE EXO'S COMING BACK THIS JUNE 7 OH GOSH KSNSJIXJDNCJCIDNDJDNN

ARE YOU READY OF EXO'S CB? MY GOD, ARE WE EVEN READY? I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE WHEN THERE'S A CB HAHAHAHAHA

Anyway, next ud on thurs and thanks for reading this stupid shit HAHAHAHAHA