Chanyeol plays with the sleeves of his baggy jumper as he heaves a melancholy sigh.

It'd been three days.

Three days since he entered the mental health unit.

Three days since he had seen Baekhyun.

Tears pricked at his eyes, threatening to tumble down for the fourth time that day. His already tearstained face scrunched up as he begged his inner self not to crack, not to cry.

He began to fear the worst, his twisted imagination conjuring up the possibly inevitable conclusions as to what had happened to his love. Shivers shot down his spine as he began to shake, his hands how desperately yanking at his sleeves as his arms itched.

Chanyeol's shaky hands reached up to clasp each side of his face as he placed his head in between his knees, rocking back and forth slowly as he tried to stop his detrimental thoughts before the powerful incantations fully took over his mind.

"Stop.." He whispered over and over again, his desperation engulfing him.

His surroundings began to vanish into a void of darkness, the black surrounding him like a deathly blanket.

"B-Baekhyun.."

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"Baekhyun, honey, how're you feeling today?" Mrs Park asked once Baekhyun opened his front door.

The small male had developed a cold, after being outside for so long in very little clothing.

Baekhyun did a thumbs up, showing that he's okay before moving aside, letting the couple in.

"Does your throat still hurt?" Baekhyun nodded.

"Im trying not to talk as much, I don't want it to go.." He spoke, his voice scratchy and raspy. The two latter's nodded, sitting down on the sofa in the living room.

"We came here to tell you about chanyeol," Mrs Park said, watching as Baekhyuns face lit up at the mention of chanyeols name, "he's worried about you, he really wants to see you."

A frown settled upon Baekhyun's face. He missed Chanyeol too, more than anyone could imagine, but, he didn't want to risk spreading his cold. He didn't want to make Chanyeol sick too.

"I'll go tomorrow.." He mumbled, getting up and moving to the kitchen. He sighed, placing his hands firmly on the counter, his head low.

"Sorry Chan."

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"Mr Park? Its time to take your medication." The soft voice of Nurse Seohyun swam through his ears, breaking him out of his terror stricken, self induced trance.

"Is there anything bothering you, Mr Park?" She spoke once more as she ushered the other nurses out of the room, bringing over the cup of water and pills herself, setting them down on the table next to Chanyeols bed, sitting down in the closest seat.

Chanyeol shook his head, staring blankly at his tangled fingers.

"Just worried." He mumbled sadly, finally moving his limbs to take his medication. After doing so, he resumed his hunched up position on the bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Its just Baekhyun," Chanyeol started, looking up at the kind nurse, staring into her soft brown eyes, "he hasn't visited me yet. I'm worried about him."

The nurse nodded and pulled her chair closer, resting her hand on the edge of the bed.

"Im sure everything is okay. Maybe Mr Byun is just sick?" She suggested, before excusing herself to go and tend to another patient.

The silence enveloped Chanyeol, bringing him into a cocoon of his own thoughts. His mind drifting off to goodness knows where, overpowering each one of his senses.

He was so emmersed in his thoughts that the tall boy didn't here the door opening, revealing his small love, stood by the frame with a delicate smile resting on his face.

"Chanyeol?"

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a/n so im currently joining up with some other accounts on wattpad to create the kpop smut fanfiction awards. Its on kficsmutawards, i would really appreciate it if yall went and voted :) thank you!