"Is this the place?" Baekhyun asked as he pulled up to a familiar café. It was a brick building with a small patio surrounded by an iron fence with tables and umbrellas.

Chanyeol nodded as he stepped out of the car, his eyes searching for his sister's Volvo. It was parked two spaces down from them and Chanyeol could see Yoora sitting inside. Chanyeol sighed as he walked around to Baekhyun's side of the car and opened his door. Baekhyun smiled as Chanyeol held his hand out.

"Is she here yet?" Baekhyun asked.

Chanyeol nodded and pointed to the only silver car parked on the block as he muttered, "Yeah. She parked over there."

Baekhyun nodded and slipped his hand from Chanyeol's as he started to walk towards her. Chanyeol ran after him as he quietly hissed, "Baek! What are you doing?"

"I want to meet your sister."

"Yeah, I know. But hold on," Chanyeol cried.

Baekhyun ignored him as he grew closer to the car and bent towards the window. He reached his hand out and knocked on the glass. Yoora jumped from inside and her head snapped up. She was preparing herself to fight off the stranger when she noticed her brother standing behind his shoulder.

"It's Baekhyun," she whispered to herself as she pushed her door open. She smiled as she stepped out and gushed, "Oh my god! It's been so long! Baekkie! You're so handsome!" she cried before throwing her arms around his shoulders.

Baekhyun laughed nervously as she released him, and he finally got the chance to see her face. He smiled and softly said, "Yoora . . ." before throwing his own arms around her waist.

Yoora lightly laughed when they let go of each other as she said, "I'm guessing you remember me then?"

Baekhyun smiled and nodded. "Yes."

Yoora smiled too and glanced at Chanyeol over Baekhyun's shoulder, a look passing between them. She forced another smile before asking, "Should we go inside now?"

They both nodded, and picking up on the mood, Baekhyun excused himself with a smile to find them a table. They watched as he pushed the door open to the café and disappeared inside. Yoora sighed and glanced up at her brother.

"Chanyeol," she sighed.

Chanyeol sighed too and shook his head as he mumbled, "Can we please not talk about my tragic love life? I don't want to have to think about it anymore than I already do."

Yoora sighed and nodded her understanding as she muttered, "Okay. I won't ask again."

Chanyeol smiled thinly and quietly muttered, "Thank you."

"So Baekhyun, how have you been? You've grown so much since I last saw you," Yoora said with a small smile.

Baekhyun laughed. "I was only thirteen after all...."

Yoora playfully rolled her eyes. "Yes. Of course."

Baekhyun chuckled. "And I've been good. I'm on the swim team and made captain last year after I won our first championship after five years of us losing to other teams. It was exciting." Baekhyun smiled.

"You always did love to swim . . ." Chanyeol mumbled with a wistful smile as he picked at his bagel.

Baekhyun nodded and quietly murmured, "Yeah.... I remember when we would go to the public pool together everyday that one summer so I could learn how to swim."

"Yeah. And you refused to go in the deep end because you insisted something lurked underneath," Chanyeol laughed.

Baekhyun playfully rolled his eyes and laughed as he said, "And then you decided to throw me in! Saying I should stop being a baby!" Baekhyun laughed again.

Chanyeol grinned and subconsciously reached out to caress Baekhyun's cheek as he softly said, "Yeah. And it got you to conquer your fear because you had to swim . . ." Chanyeol trailed off as Baekhyun stared back at him widely. Baekhyun's mouth parted but no sound came out. They stayed that way for a moment, until Chanyeol realized he still had his hand on Baekhyun's cheek and blushed as he pulled away. "S—-"

"Don't apologize," Baekhyun immediately said as he placed his own hand on Chanyeol's cheek. Cliché or not, it was as if time stopped around them. Yoora felt it too, if her nervous glances were any indication.

Their bubble of solitude was soon popped by the arrival of their food. Baekhyun's hand dropped away from Chanyeol's cheek as he nervously scooted back onto his chair.

"Thank you," Yoora muttered as their food was placed before them. The waiter nodded with a small smile before walking back into the kitchen. "So.... What should we talk about?"

Chanyeol just continued to pick at his bagel, ignoring Yoora's question. Baekhyun sighed and muttered, "Um . . . How about you? How has college been treating you?"

Yoora lightly laughed and said, "Oh, that! Well, it's so much better than high school and in only another year I'll be graduating. I've been interning at different hospitals as well, getting some real world experience to better my future education. And it's all be so informative!"

Baekhyun's smiled and was about to say something when Chanyeol coughed. The sound was violent and Yoora looked at him in worry as she asked, "Chan? Are you okay?"

Chanyeol coughed again and managed to say between each one, "Yes!" Cough. "My food just" —- cough —- "went down the wrong pipe."

Yoora nodded and asked, "Are you sure though?"

Chanyeol nodded and stifled another cough as he hoarsely replied, "Yeah! Don't worry."

"But that's my job . . ." Yoora mumbled.

Chanyeol nodded with another cough as he reached for his water and rasped, "Excuse me," before he stood up and made his way towards the restroom.

"Chanyeol?" Yoora called out. "Do you need me to come with you?"

"No! Thank you, though," Chanyeol called before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Baekhyun sat ridgly on the edge of his seat as he watched Chanyeol disappear into the bathroom. He bit his bottom lip and hesitantly asked, "Should I go with him?"

Yoora shook her head and sadly muttered, "No, it's the chemotherapy. It makes him sick."

Baekhyun nodded and continued to bite his lip, and decided to distract himself as best he could by nibbling on his food. Close to five minutes had passed and still Chanyeol hadn't returned from the bathroom. Baekhyun was growing more anxious by the minute and kept tapping his foot, to the point that Yoora insisted he relax. Baekhyun nodded, but his nervousness and fear of something wrong stayed with him.

When another five minutes had passed, Baekhyun stood up and said, "I have to check on him," before he disappeared towards the bathroom. Yoora sighed but let him go, worried herself.

"Chanyeol?" Baekhyun called as he pushed the door open. "Chanyeol? Are you o—-" Baekhyun's sentence was cut short when he rounded the corner and saw Chanyeol laying unconscious on the floor, a thin trail of blood running from his nose.

Baekhyun immediately rushed towards him and pulled him into his arms as he voice ripped into the air. "Yoora!" he screamed.

"God, Chanyeol! Please, be okay!" Baekhyun pleaded as he held him tight as Yoora came running into the bathroom.

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