I will warn you now; there is a character death. Maybe muliptle, idk.

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"What're you on about, Chan? Dont you accept my apology?" Minji asked, looking up at her brother, her eyes wide. So fake.

Chanyeol remained emotionless, his arms hung limply by his sides, not making any move to make contact with his sister. He stared at her, his eyes burning imaginary holes right through her.

"Chanyeol?" He turned around at the sound of Baekhyun's voice to see that the small male had moved closer and linked their hands together, calming him.

"She's faking it, hyung." He said, begging for Baekhyun to believe him.

Chanyeol looked over at his mother, who was looking at Minji with a disappointed expression. All of a sudden, it felt as though everything was coming crashing down once more. His family was now a mess all because of him.

"Chanyeol, sit back down on the bed, please." Baekhyun said, guiding Chanyeol back to the bed and sitting him down, making sure that he was comfy before looking at Minji.

"Chanyeol, forgive me?" She carried on, trying her hardest to sound convincing for her brother, her hands shaking due to her nervousness. The said male shook his head, refusing to speak to her anymore.

Minji's face turned sour and full of disgust.

"Fine, so what if I was faking it? Mum, I'm sorry but just looking at them both makes me sick." She said simply and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Chanyeol blinked the forming tears away, determined to stay strong, just this time.

Mrs Park turned around, her face serious. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly stressed by the whole situation. She walked closer to Chanyeol and Baekhyun, who remained still.

"Let's just not think about her for now. We'll discuss it when we're back at home where we have a bit more privacy" Mrs Park said as she looked at Chanyeol.

"So, what exactly is going on between you boys? Baekhyun, I know we heard it from Minji's perspective but she may have seen things differently. Tell me." She continued, taking a seat.

Chanyeol took a deep breath and looked at Baekhyun, who nodded and smiled at him warmly. He returned the smile and looked back at his mother who gave a soft look towards him.

"I think Minji's already told you that I'm gay--" Chanyeol was cut off when his mother held up her hand, silently telling him to stop.

"Minji has told me a lot of things Chanyeol, I want to hear it from you."

Chanyeol nodded and moved closer to Baekhyun, who grabbed ahold of his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Well-- I'm-- I'm gay," He started, stuttering, "I'm gay and so is Baekhyun hyung. Minji found out that hyung was and kicked him out, shouting all of these horrible words t-to him, calling him so many names. I thought I was st-sticking up for him when I told her I was-- gay-- too but-- s-she," Chanyeol couldnt finish his sentence before he broke down on the bed, shaking and stuttering at the same time.

Mrs Park rushed over to her son and tried to comfort him by stroking his hair, letting her fingers slide through the silky strands. It was the best way to calm Chanyeol down, it always has been, ever since he was a young child.  However this time, it never worked. Chanyeol continued to stutter and shake, unable to properly form words.

During this fiasco, Chanyeol never shed a tear. There weren't any there to begin with. His eyes weren't glassy, with tears threatening to spill out, they were just normal.

Baekhyun stood next to Chanyeol, his hand still linked with the latter's. He stroked the back of Chanyeol's hand with his thumb and stared worriedly at the young boy.

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Minji walked out of the hospital with an angry frown on her face. She stopped and sat down on a bench, huffing.

"I dont see why mum took their side. She should love me more." She mumbled under her breath, feeling the insecurities kick in. Her blank stare was aimed at the floor as she thought quietly to herself. She was too immersed in her thoughts that she didnt notice the tall boy that sat down next to her.

"Hey." The figure said, smiling at her.

Minji turned to face the latter. Her mouth dropped open. He was so handsome.

The figure chuckled and tilted his head back.

"Cat got you're tongue?" He asked, still laughing slightly, "I'm Sehun. Oh Sehun." He continued, holding out his hand for Minji to shake.

"I'm Minji." She finally replied, holding onto his outstretched hand, shaking it. A smile made its way onto her face as she looked at Sehuns admirable features.

"You know, we've only just met. But I can tell we'll be really good friends."

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"Mr Park, can I speak to you?" The doctor said as he walked into the hospital room. The only other person in there besides from Chanyeol was Baekhyun, who told Mrs Park to go home and get some rest.

Chanyeol nodded as the doctor took a seat next to him on the bed.

"We've tested your mental and physical stability and I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that youre not going to be transfered to the psychiatric ward," Chanyeol grinned and began to thank the latter over and over again. The doctor held his hand up for Chanyeol to stop, smiling softly, "however, I'm putting you on suicide watch until we deem you safe to be at home. We will also refer you to a therapist. Have you got any questions?"

"Do I have to?" Chanyeol asked, the fear slowly creeping into him. He stared at the doctor with wide eyes.

"Yes, Mr Park, you do. There's a large risk that when we discharge you, you'll hurt yourself again. Its the best option that doesn't necessarily include the psychiatric ward." The doctor explained, standing up to leave.

He watched Chanyeol nod and smiled, walking out.

"Doctor! Wait!" Baekhyun chased after the older man, calling him loudly.

The doctor turned around and smiled at Baekhyun.

"I was wondering. Would they allow visitors? I dont think I'd be able to handle not being able to see him." Baekhyun explained, his expression desperate and pleading.

"I dont see why not. I'll gave a talk with the professionals. Mr Park's case isn't my speciality but I assure you that you'll be able to see him," Baekhyun's face broke out an a large smile, "we dont usually get people asking that, Mr Byun. You must love him a lot."

The small boy was taken aback by the doctors statement but nodded and smiled none the less.

"Yeah," he started, looking down Aat the floor, "I guess I do."

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Once again, Chanyeol sat alone in a white room, only this one was even more empty. It consisted of a single mattress and that was it. Everything sharp or that had a chance of harm had been removed from the room.

He sighed and sat down on his 'bed', looking at the white wall, thinking.

He was too absorbed in his thoughts to notice the door, which slowly ebbed open. A man walked into the room carrying a chair, grabbing Chanyeol's attention.

"Why're you here?" He asked, watching the man set down the chair and sit in it.

"Its called suicide watch for a reason Mr Park. I'm here to make sure that you don't do anything to hurt yourself." The man replied, relaxing down into his chair.

"Is there anything you would like to talk about?" He added, looking at Chanyeol, who seemed to be considering it.

"Actually, yes, there is." Chanyeol said. The man smiled and nodded.

"Go ahead, I'm all ears Mr Park."

"Well, its mainly to do with a boy called Baekhyun."

"Ah, Mr Byun. I remember that your doctor told me about how persistent he was on visiting you. So, what's wrong with him?" The man asked and Chanyeol sighed for what seemed like the one hundredth time today.

"I think I'm in love with him.." Chanyeol admitted, his head hung low in embarrassment. He vowed to himself that he would never fall in love again. He broke his own promise.

"What's so bad about that?" The chirpy man's voice sounded in the background, his tone light in attempt to brighten up the dark feeling inside the almost empty room.

"Let's just say, I have a few bad experiences with relationships." Memories began to run through Chanyeol's mind. Horrible memories that should be forgotten.

"Who would ever want to love a fat shit like you?"

"Get out of my house, like I'd want to fuck anyone that acts like a child."

"We're over. It wasn't nice knowing you."

"Just die. You'll never find someone who will love you. Its all for show."

The latter nodded and got up off of his chair, walking over to the mattress and taking a seat next to Chanyeol.

"It'll be okay. And, if there's anything troubling you, whether its love or just something small like work. I'll be here to answer your questions." He smiled brightly at Chanyeol, who frowned in response.

"But I'm not going to be here for long." He said, his voice resounding around the four walls of the now room.

The man sighed and nodded his head, "I know," he said, "but that doesn't stop us from being friends when you get out."

Chanyeol looked at the man as he dug into his pocket, pulling out a white slip of paper.

"its my phone number, keep it safe." Chanyeol nodded and looked at the name on the paper.

Oh Sehun.