Three Weeks Of Hell

Week 2

First day.

Baekhyun stepped out of the car, breathing in the cold morning air. He had hung out with the man all day on the previous day, eventually finding out that his name was Taehyung.

The man was nice, not like anyone that you may had met on a 'one night stand' sort of basis. He was kind, understanding. He was the shoulder for Baekhyun to cry on.

Baekhyun waved as Taehyung's car sped off, leaving him alone on the street. He looked around, wondering where to go.

There was no way that he was going to the hospital. It was too much for him to handle, seeing his love lying on a bed looking like death itself. Just the thought of it brought tears to his eyes.

Instead, he thought about his night with Taehyung. That night was his first ever time having sex with a man. Sure, he'd done it before in secondary school, before Minji came along, but they were all females and were all to aid his 'straight' thoughts.

He cant really remember everything that happened but he knew that he liked it, yknow, having something in you instead of being in someone else.

It was nice...

To Baekhyun, it would've been better if it was Chanyeol but weighing up the current situations, that wont be likely...

Strolling across the path, Baekhyun decided to pay Mr and Mrs Park a visit, it'd been a whole week since he had seen them and was wondering how they're holding up.

He knocked on the front door, hearing a broken shout of "its open!".

Baekhyun walked in to see the elder couple sat at the dining table, plates of toast in front of them both, untouched and cold.

"Hey, Baekhyun, come here." Mrs Park beckoned, holding out her arms for Baekhyun to come closer.

"How're you?" He asked them. Mr Park cleared his throat, a sad smile playing on his face.

"No better than you, I presume." He said, chuckling in a melancholy tone. He was right. Baekhyun was no better, no worse. All three of them were broken, depressed. With Chanyeol gone it was as if a part of them was missing.

"But its okay, he'll wake up soon... Im sure of it!" Baekhyun said, trying to lift everyone's spirits. But, even Baekhyun wasn't so sure of it..

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Second day.

Baekhyun sat in his own house, silently listening to the wirring noise of the washing machine as he washed the sheets from two days ago.

He stared at the empty bottles of alcohol, feeling no energy to stand up and get some more. The craving was still there, the urge to drink until he was out cold on the sofa like the previous week.

He longed for Chanyeol to wake up, to be beside him once more. But no matter how many times he prayed at night, no matter how many times he begged for the doctors to make him wake up, Chanyeol was still asleep.

Baekhyun tried to think of it in a way that Chanyeol was just on holiday in some fancy hotel, lying in his large bed with enough food to feed a whole town at his wish. However, at the back of his mind, he always knew that it wasn't true.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he lifted a three day old glass of water to his trembling lips, gulping it down as he fought his tears.

He hoped Chanyeol would wake up soon, or he might end up breaking as well.

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Third day.

There was a knock on Baekhyun's door and two voices echoing from the other side.

Minji and Sehun.

Baekhyun hadn't moved from his previous position and didn't feel like getting up any time soon. He simply replied with an "its open.".

The duo walked in and sighed at Baekhyun's state. The boy hadn't showered in four days and looked like shit. His hair was greasy and his clothed stained with goodness knows what. His face screamed sadness and abandonment as he yearned for the person that he'd temporarily lost.

"Baek.." Minji called as her and Sehun moved to sit either side of the melancholy latter.

Ever since Chanyeol had attempted suicide, she'd realised how wrong she was for lashing out. She wanted to make ammends and by helping Baekhyun, she'd be helping her case.

When Baekhyun didn't even move in response, she gave Sehun a look before starting again.

"Come on, let's get you washed. Sehun, are you okay with giving him a bath? I don't think I'll be the right person for it.." She said, smiling as Sehun nodded and looked at Baekhyun.

"I'm going to carry you, is that okay?" Sehun said, watching Baekhyun nod slowly.

Both Sehun and Minji smiled at each other as Baekhyun cooperated with them and allowed them to get him cleaned up and clothed properly.

Afterwards, they placed him on the sofa once more, all three of them cuddling up, with Sehun in the middle.

They let Baekhyun pick out a film while they made some popcorn. Once they came back, they put it on and sat back, listening to the film.

"While you were sleeping."

Both of them knew that the 1995 film was based around a couple where the man was in a coma. Minji immediately ran over to the DVD player and switched it off, putting the television on instead.

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Fourth, fifth and sixth day.

It was the same routine for three whole days.

Baekhyun would wake up and get dressed in the same damn clothes he'd wear everyday.

He would sit on the sofa and contemplate going to see Chanyeol, eventually deciding against the idea.

Baekhyun would then move to his drinks fridge, grabbing as many bottles as he can before drinking the entirety of all of them.

At the end of the evening, he'd either be drunk calling or texting someone, giggling uncontrollably to himself or touching himself, making himself moan as loud as he could, forgetting about the neighbours.

It was only when he was completely drunk where he would forget about his pain and sorrow for Chanyeol.

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Seventh day.

Baekhyun breathed deeply as he walked into the hospital entrance, going straight to the intensive care unit to see Chanyeol.

As he walked into the room, he saw numerous nurses and doctors crowding around him, fussing and fretting.

"Whats going on?" He asked one of the nurses that passed by.

"I'm not sure as he's not one of my patients, you'd have to ask one of the doctors." She said and scurried off into a different room, leaving Baekhyun behind.

After a while, one of the doctors came out. She looked at Baekhyun and gave a sympathetic smile.

"Are you a friend or relative of Park Chanyeol?" She asked carefully, her voice beyond gentle as she kneeled down to Baekhyun's level as he was sat down on a chair.

"I'm-- I'm his boyfriend. Whats wrong with him?" Baekhyun asked, staring deeply at the doctor.

"His heart rate dropped significantly. Im sorry to say this but we're not sure whether Mr Park will wake up, only time can tell. I'm so sorry, i need to go and break the news to his family, if you'd excuse me." The doctor stood up and walked into a lift, sighing as she looked at Baekhyun's devastated expression.

"No.." Baekhyun whispered, standing up from the chair only to fall forwards onto his knees, his hands gripping at the floor as if he was falling and it was the only thing that would save him.

Only, he wasn't falling. He was breaking.