Three Weeks Of Hell.
Week three.
Final week.

First day.

Baekhyun woke up with puffy eyes and a sore throat. All he could remember from the night before was screaming and crying until he passed out on the floor of his living room, not giving a single fuck where he slept.

He could feel the tears resurface as he remembered what the nurse had told him.

'Chanyeol could die at any second and wouldn't have been able to tell him that I love him...'

The tears slipped silently down his face and formed a large wet spot at the bottom of his chin, where droplets then fell carelessly on the floor.

Baekhyun's fists clenched, along with his jaw as he bit back a heartbroken sob.

"N-No... He will make it. Chanyeol will wake up..."

He said to himself as he pulled his heavy body up, walking to his room. As he centred, he collapsed straight onto his bed, deciding that sleep would be the best remedy for now.

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Second day.

"Baekhyun, hi!" Mrs Park ushered him inside after seeing him at their doorstep in just a t-shirt and jeans. It was mid autumn and the poor boy was shivering.

He bowed as he passed the elderly woman, walking over to the stairs and looking back for one more time.

"I'm going to go up to Chan's room to-- just--"

Mrs Park nodded her head, understanding what the younger wanted to do. She gave him a hug before leaving him to go up to Chanyeol's room.

Baekhyun's legs felt like jelly as he walked up the stairs. With every step he took, his legs became more shaky, more unable to use.

He slowly opened the door to Chanyeol's room, taking in the scent of the young boy.

He let the tears slip from his eyes as he made his way into the room, chocking back a sob as he saw the bloodstain on the carpet from the incident.

The razor was still on the floor, caked in the latter's blood.

Picking it up, Baekhyun opened the window and threw it as far as he could, wiping his hand on his trousers straight after, as if the razor had some sort of disease on it.

Moving to the bed, Baekhyun sat down and grabbed the main pillow, smiling as he swept his hand over it, feeling the softness of the cover.

Bringing the pillow up to his nose, he breathed in deeply, the smell of Chanyeol's hair still lingering.

After a while, he laid down on the bed, the tears still falling as he closed his eyes, imagining Chanyeol right besides him, his thin arms wrapped around Baekhyun as he breathed deeply, sleeping soundly.

Mrs Park walked in to see Baekhyun finally sleeping, a sad smile decorating his broken expression.

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Third day.

Baekhyun sat in the Park family home alone. Mr and Mrs Park had gone to the hospital.

They were attempting to wake Chanyeol up and were told it would be a long day yet everyone was sure he'd wake up today.

Everyone-- except Baekhyun.

By now, he had lost all hope, waiting melancholily for the phone call that would tear him apart.

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Fourth day.

Baekhyun was right, Chanyeol didn't wake up.

But, there was progress. They had managed to receive movement from the unconscious boy. Just a movement of the fingers, however.

Baekhyun was is Chanyeol's room once again, a plastic bag filled with sharp objects by his side. Both he and Mr Park had gone through Chanyeol's room, making it safe and harm-free.

His gaze landed on the bag as he opened it, taking out a razor.

He moved it around in his fingers for a while before looking down at his wrist.

He began to shake, his mind filled with dark and dangerous thoughts as he moved the razor towards his wrist.

It was as if he was in some sort of trance as he dug the metal object into his skin, crying out in pain as blood began to seep from the wound he made.

"Baekhyun! What are you doing?!"

Baekhyun blinked numerous times and shook his head, looking up at Mr and Mrs Park, who we're looking back at him as if they'd seen a ghost.

Feeling a burning sensation in his wrist, he looked down and widened his eyes once he saw the cut.

He looked back up at the two elderly people and started to cry.

"Oh my baby!" Mrs Park cried as she ran towards Baekhyun, wrapping her arms around him as he broke down in her embrace.

Eventually, Mr Park joined them and the three of them sat there, hugging and crying until the youngest fell asleep, slumping backwards in the couples arms.

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Fifth day.

It was late afternoon when they got the phone call.

"Im so sorry..."

Selective amnesia they called it.

Fortunately, he remembered everyone, including Baekhyun.

However, he was convinced that both Baekhyun and Minji were still together.

"I love him but he loves her.." He said as the doctor checked what he could remember.

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Sixth day.

Baekhyun was preparing to visit Chanyeol, he'd revised what to say and had even asked the doctors to give them both some time to talk.

He was determined to finally tell Chanyeol that he loved him.

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Seventh day.
Confession day.

Baekhyun breathed heavily as he stood outside Chanyeol's hospital door.

With a heavy heart, he walked in to see the young boy surrounded with doctors, all with confused expressions.

"Ch-Chanyeol..?"