Slightly shorter chapter. <3

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I cross the room to sit next to him again. I carefully shift the blankets so that he's a little bit more comfortable. I get up, going to the bathroom and wetting a towel slightly to wipe his forehead. Upon returning, I snag a bottle of water from the container.

I sit back down, slowing mopping his face while trying not to wake him. I feel his forehead, and it's slightly feverish. Is he that stressed?

I pull out my phone, somewhat reluctant to bother Beta Jongin again.

'Could you get me some fever medication? Chanyeol's starting to burn up. Sorry for disturbing you again.'

Ping~

'Oh, is he going to be okay? Do I need to be ready to take charge temporarily? I don't have any fever medicine, sorry. Text Yixing, he's bound to have some.'

I sigh, thumbing in a reply.

'It's okay. And for the take charge thing, I don't know. Maybe you could swing by later?'

Ping~

'Will do.'

I close out of our messages and open up Yixing's.

'Hey! Sorry for disturbing you, but do you have any fever medication? Chanyeol's unwell.'

Ping~

'Ooh, sorry to hear that. And sure I'll bring some up. I text you when I get there.'

I scan the message, relived to get my hands on the medicine. I jump slightly when I feel Chanyeol's arms around me, and his tear stained face as he continues to cry into my back. My stomach rumbles when he tighten his grip around me, but I decide that food can wait. Chanyeol's more important right now.

I stroke his hair, and the calming motion only seems to make him cry harder. I feel the wet part of my shirt clinging to me. I can't really tell if he's still asleep. Or if I should wake him if he is.

Ping~

'I'm here.'

I try to wiggle out of Chanyeol's grasp, but he only clings onto me tighter. I sigh, not wanting to upset him any further.

'Oh, sorry. But is there a way you can open the door? Chanyeol won't let go of me. Sorry.'

Ping~

'Actually yes, the medic keys have access to every living quarter. And stop apologizing, it's okay.'

I key in a reply.

'Oh sorry.'

The door clicks open, and Yixing tiptoes in. "You can stop apologizing now," he states dryly. He stops when he takes in my predicament. "What on earth happened to do that to him?" I turn around, still trying to comfort my mate. Yixing corrects himself, "That was a bit blunt wasn't it?"

I shake my head. "You're fine. Actually can you help me? I don't know if he's awake or not."

Yixing stares at me. "Um, sure?" It comes out as a question. He walks over and moves Chanyeol so that we can see his face. "Yeah. He's asleep." He looks at me. "Have you two eaten at all?"

I shake my head, pointing to the untouched food on the table. "Beta Jongin brought something for us, but we haven't eaten."

Yixing nods. "Alright, wake him up soon and get him to eat something. If the fever gets any worse, you can give him a few tablets." He shakes the bag, a few white pills inside. "He should be fine. It looks like stress caused it anyways. Get him to relax." He brings the food to us, setting it down on the nightstand.

"Wait. Has anything like this happened before? The stress fever?" I tuck Chanyeol's head back into my waist.

Yixing nods sadly. "It's happened once or twice, but never this bad. Keep an eye on him, I'll give you two some time alone. Text me if you need something." And with that, he's out the door.

I sigh, carefully shaking Chanyeol. "Wake up Chan." He only grunts and buries his head into my backside. "Chanyeol." I shake him again. "Wake up. You need to eat." Chanyeol groans, but blinks open his eyes, which not surprisingly, are tinted red.

"Argh, my head's killing me." Chanyeol rubs his temples, his face twisting in agony. "Can you get me some aspirin? Top left cabinet."

I get up and retrieve the pain killer, tipping two of them into my hand and bringing them back. I hand them to Chanyeol along with the bottle of water. He puts them into his mouth and downs the water. I sit down next to him, letting him lean against me. "How are you feeling?"

Chanyeol shakes his head. "I've been better." He wraps his arms around me, then pulls away. "Was I crying on you? There's a wet patch on your back."

"Don't worry about me. Here, eat something." I pass him the broth.

"Wait, not right now." He rests his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry for making you take care of me," he murmurs, "I feel like a burden. I don't deserve you."

I set the soup back on his nightstand. "Don't say that. You aren't a burden. It's nice take care of you. It gives me something to do, and that's always a good thing. You deserve the world, my love."

Chanyeol allows himself a small laugh, his lips curling up. I can't help but to kiss him. He's too adorable. "Come on, eat something." I ignore the look of pleasant surprise that crossed his face and point at the food. "Soup or rice?"

He looks at me. "You," he whispers in my ear playfully.

I nudge him lightheartedly. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling well enough to joke around, but you need to eat something."

"Fine, broth then."

I pass him the soup, taking the curry topped rice for myself. I pout. "I kinda want to try the broth. Kyungsoo made it, I'm pretty sure."

Chanyeol smiles, scooping a bit of the soup into his spoon. "Here." He moves the spoon and the bowl near me. I part my lips and he tips the contents into my mouth. "Now give me some of the rice."

I chuckle, piling a bit of my meal onto my spoon and placing it in front of Chanyeol. But as soon as he leans forwards, I jerk the spoon back and eat the rice. Chanyeol bites down on air. I flick the tip of his nose. "Sorry, I had to. Here." I hold out my bowl. Chanyeol smiles as he takes a bit of the rice and eats it.

"You little trickster," he chuckles, "but I love you anyways."

I rub my arm against his. "Love you too. Now eat."

We continue to shovel food into our mouths, occasionally feeding each other. Mmm. I turn to Chanyeol, feeding him another spoonful of rice. It's nice to see his smile again.

When we finish eating, Chanyeol pulls me into his lap, leaning his forehead against mine. He runs a finger along my jawline. "Thank you."

I wrap my legs around his waist. "Does your head still hurt?" Regardless, I start to massage the area around his eyes.

Chanyeol sighs in appreciation, linking both of his hand behind my back. I continue on to his temples, gently moving my fingers in circles. "Is this helping?" Chanyeol nods, and I begin to zone out as my brain goes autopilot.

So it surprises me when Chanyeol pushes me backwards so that my head hits the bed. I'm still sitting in his lap, my legs still hooked around his torso. Before I can object, Chanyeol leans over and connects our lips in a hungry, almost desperate kiss.

I respond weakly, my thoughts racing. What's gotten into him? He's being really unpredictable. But I go with it, knowing that I couldn't push him off anyways. What an alpha wants, an alpha gets. And if he wants a kiss, who am I to refuse?

But when the kisses get so rough that it's starts to hurt, I grimace. "Chanyeol," I whimper, "it hurts."

Chanyeol stops trying to force my lips apart and slows down, letting me actually enjoy the kiss. I grip his shirt, whining in pleasure. I part my lips without command, letting him slide his tongue in without bruising me.

Our tongue meet, dancing together as we enjoy the heated kiss. Chanyeol groans, pulling away. His eyes are hooded as he gazes at me. He places his hand on the small of my back, rolling us over so we're laying our our sides, facing each other.

He traces my lips with the pad of his index finger. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He leans in, touching my nose with his, then pressing a quick kiss to my lips. My heart swells at the simple action. I know the real meaning behind the simple gestures. Chanyeol had never really been the type to vocalize 'I love you' so this was his way of showing it. It was only of the things that made him unique, and one of the many that make me fall in love with him all over again. Chanyeol touches his nose with my lips. "Your lips taste like cherry coke."

I grin to myself, curling up against his chest. No words can describe how much I love him. I close my eyes, enjoying our closeness.

Chanyeol breaths in sharply. "You're here, with me, right now," he says, almost disbelievingly. I can feel him trembling. I stroke his back soothingly. Seriously, what's gotten into him?

"Everything's okay, I promise. You'll be okay."

Anonymous' POV

I watch as a crow takes flight, disappearing into the trees.

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Dun, dun, dun...

Who do you think Mr. Anonymous is? And what about the crow?

This is getting interesting, don't you think?

On a completely unrelated topic (because that's how these notes work :p) someone, (you know who you are), has been asking me a question in regards to the plot line.

So here is my formal answer:

Yes. Chanyeol will eventually fight Baekhyun's old pack. Eventually. I don't really know when, because the storyline still needs a bit of fine-tuning, but I promise you he will. :)

That is all I have for today! Love you all!

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