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Chanyeol loves the afterparties especially at Bleu, one of the infamous VIP club in Gangnam. Bleu will get lonely without him to spice it up. His late mother favoured the club too. Just like his mother, everytime he enters the club he's like a diamond in dust. He's noticeable and his appearance keep others in dazed. Some says it was in his blood, the special trait that came from his mother which was once a scandalous socialite before she killed herself. After she died, Chanyeol continues her legacy by being the blue blood in Seoul's Upper East Side.
When he comes in, he'll be the center of attention. He'd sport his ponytail's copper hair, thick makeup, white D&G tees, designer's blazer and skinny jeans that seem too tight to be worn - it was his own significant ways of how to mix himself into the crowd of Seoul socialites. It's a norm for him to drink and dance until he passes out. It's a norm for him to be taken to a suite for another round of party or drunk sex. Everything is a norm for a socialite like him. In order to be a socialite like the late Park Byeol, he had destroyed the old innocent self and indulged himself into the the filthy world of fashion and be the most powerful supermodel in Korea at the very young age of twenty one.
Kris's eyes were pierced onto Chanyeol who was dancing among the crowd on the dancefloor while holding a crimson red vodka in his one hand and his lips on fellow model's known as Sehun, the devil's spawn of fashion industry. His mother, Oh Sena was a fashion mogul and her 18-year-old only son has been her favourite model since forever and as she remarried, Sehun lived by himself and started out as a socialite when he was still a freshman in high school. Kris bit his lower lip as he gets to witness both of the young models snogged without shame and only stopped when Chanyeol gulped down his vodka, before taking another glass of the intoxicating drink.
"What's he drinking? He's already took a bottle of it." Kris glanced at the bartender.
"Pomegranate vodka with splash of lime. He can handle it. You know, only he would take this vodka. The others don't know about it. The drink is so strong that it can burn his throat, but seeing him gulp it down like it's nothing...I'm amazed." The bartender chuckled and offered a shot of the pomegranate vodka to Kris. He drank it in one gulp and hardly opened his eyes because of the strong taste.
"Wow! That's too strong for a shot. Urgh...My throat...It's too sour and too bitter..." Kris whined while holding his throat. He massaged his temple when a light chuckle woke him up from the daze. It was Chanyeol. With his slightly swollen lips, pink tinge on his cheek and the lilac smell, he appeared out of nowhere.
"You can't handle it. This is my flavour." Chanyeol hiccuped and touched Kris' cheek, down to his collarbone. Kris shivered under the touch of Chanyeol's cold fingers.
"Stop drinking. It won't get you anywhere. You should go home. You're tired." Kris grabbed Chanyeol's wrist and put it down on his lap.
"Nooo...This is my heaven. Don't take it from me. By the way, he's not home so I'm not going back and I'm not fucking tired. The night's still youn-" Chanyeol fell unconscious and his face bumped to Kris' chest. His body was cold despite of a bottle of vodka he drank that night.
"I knew it! He couldn't handle this kind of drink! Hey! Wake up!" Kris lightly pinched Chanyeol's cheek but he didn't show any response from the touch.
"Send him to a clinic nearby. It must be poisoning. Usually he can walk out on his own. Here's his jacket and phone. Good luck!" Kris wore the jacket on Chanyeol and put Chanyeol on his back.
"I'm too stupid not to bring my car earlier...Ughh..." Kris cursed and started walking towards the clinic two blocks away from the Bleu Club.
"Where's the bartender?" The doctor asked when he saw Kris coming into his clinic at one in the morning with Chanyeol on his back. He was glad that he's still wide awake when Kris knocked at the glass door.
"Huh? No. He fell on me so the bartender told me to bring him here for treatment." The doctor helped Kris to place Chanyeol on the bed and took off his jacket.
"I see. He always gets poisoned from the strong vodka. He should stop drinking for a while. He might have hurt his throat and stomach." He brought Chanyeol to the bed and told him to hold the pail on his lap for his vomit. Kris held his hand tight to share his warmth and to soothe him from pushing the doctor away. Chanyeol vomited everything from his stomach until there was nothing left and the doctor gave him some pills to overcome his hangover.
"Is he a regular here?" Kris asked again while covering Chanyeol's body with the jacket.
"Yeah, he always come here. Most of the time, to pump out the alcohol and also...to treat his..." The doctor stopped in the middle of his talk and smiled at Kris.
"You have to go now. It's late. Bring him home too." The doctor with 'Zhang Yixing' written on his nametag took off his white coat and opened the door for Kris and Chanyeol.
Kris tugged Chanyeol to bed after he changed his clothes. He gasped to see the thin body covered with few bruises on his hips. Luckily Chanyeol was still unconscious so he took a good look at the bruises and rubbed some cream on it. Kris sighed at the view. Chanyeol didn't take care of himself well. He could see that. He had his assistant to help him with all the things and he often overlooked of himself. That explained why he don't even bother to cover or treat his bruises. He was probably too busy for his own good. After he finished, Kris pulled the blanket up to Chanyeol's chest and let the boy have the blanket all for himself because he might freak out first thing in the morning for sharing blanket with a stranger.
"Chanyeol, you need someone to take care of you. Baekhyun is not good enough." Kris whispered before he laid on his side and slept with his back facing Chanyeol.
Chanyeol opened his eyes slowly when he smelled the sweet aroma of the freshly made coffee. He lifted himself up and sat on the side of the bed while checking out his clothes. He was wearing a white tee and gray sweats with a slight smell of coffee stuck on it.
"You're already awake? Here's a cup of coffee and some cupcakes. Have a bite." Kris sat beside Chanyeol and handed him the coffee and a plate of cupcakes.
"T-Thank you for helping me last night. It's so kind of you...If not, maybe I'd have ended up in suite right now." Chanyeol chuckled at his thought while inhaling the aroma of the well-roasted coffee bean and sipped on the hot drinks.
Kris smiled while looking at the view. Chanyeol looked so cute with his bed hair and pink cheek. The boy took a small bite at the cupcake and hummed as he loved the sweet taste of it. Kris's heart flustered looking at the tray of coffee and cupcakes he put on Chanyeol's lap. Blush appeared on his cheeks when he felt like he was serving his lover a breakfast in bed after a night of sweet sex.
"Coffee is the best drink to cure your hangover. Are you still dizzy? Your vodka is too much to handle. You should drink less." Chanyeol nodded his head. The ache was still there but the coffee eased the pain bit by bit.
"I love being drunk and...running on the pavement every morning. It's addicting...like ecstasy..." Chanyeol looked straight into Kris' brown orbs before he took another bite of the red velvet cupcake.
"So, it's you. The one I saw in front of my shop few weeks ago early in the morning. Early bird..." Kris chuckled and he saw Chanyeol blushing. It was good to see the pale cheeks slowly turn pink at every word he speaks to Chanyeol.
"Hmm...Actually, your shop's name...It's funny, along with the phrase." Chanyeol giggled as the cupcake's got stuck on his upper lip. He opened his mouth and licked it away with his tongue.
"Angel's Coffee Shop, made in heaven. Is it funny? I thought it suits me so well!" Kris chuckled again. He pouted when Chanyeol laughed at him and slapped his thigh.
"Yeah, it suits you so much. You looked like an angel though...fallen angel..." Chanyeol slowed down his voice and his gaze fell on Kris's face. Kris startled when his eyes met with Chanyeol's doe eyes gaze. Without any intention, he put a close distance between them and his face only a few inches away from Chanyeol.
"Angel? I like the way you call me that..." Kris's hot breath touched Chanyeol's ear and the younger shivered from the closeness. Kris got closer and closer and Chanyeol felt a light kiss landed just below his jaw. Surprised at the sudden kiss, he quickly got up to avoid any further moves that will lead to morning wood.
"Err...It'd be better if we stop. I-I gotta go. Thanks for the coffee and cupcakes. I-It's delicious..." Chanyeol said and he grabbed his clothes on the chair. He realized that his clothes were damp and they were reeking of alcohol that almost made him vomit.
"I'm sorry! I haven't wash it yet! So, just take my clothes and feel free to wear it!" Kris took the clothes and threw it into the basket of dirty laundry. He grabbed his plaid shirt and jeans, hoping that it would fit Chanyeol. He led the boy to the bathroom for him to change into his clothes. After a good two minutes, Chanyeol came out of the bathroom with the clothes perfectly fit on him.
"Wear my coat. It's still cold out there. Let me help you with it." Chanyeol obeyed as Kris carefully help him with the cream trench coat and tied it loosely around his waist. Kris took a step away from the male and smiled, Chanyeol pulled his clothes out nicely on that heavenly body. All of his clothes looked expensive when Chanyeol wears it. No wonder the Forbes Korea put him on top of the list for Korea's Highest Paid Model Under 25. Everything looks good on him though.
"It's a perfect fit. Good then!" Kris squeezed his shoulder and suddenly pulled Chanyeol into a hug. He liked it when Chanyeol stayed in deep silence and didn't pushed him away from the embrace. He knows Chanyeol likes the warmth he gave. The way Chanyeol acts under his touch made him perfectly sure of Chanyeol's feeling towards him though they don't talk about anything personal as they've just met. From the way Chanyeol's heart beating fast against his own, he knew he started to like him and that explained the spark in his eyes everytime he looks into Kris's brown eyes.
"Take care..." Kris whispered, looking into Chanyeol's round eyes lovingly. A slight pink tinged on his cheeks before he disappeared into the cold wind of spring.
You've got me head over heels, Chanyeol.
"Where have you been? You didn't come home last night..." Chanyeol stopped when a voice came from his back. When he turned back, he saw Baekhyun with his arms crossed, staring at him.
"I thought you're still in London...I...I got drunk and stayed at Yixing's." Chanyeol stuttered while he put the trench coat in the closet. The hand trembled when he remembered Kris's smell and the smell stuck on the shirt he wore. What if Baekhyun knew he stayed at Kris's?
"Oh? The photoshoot was canceled. Actually, Yixing called me last night to check on you when I got back but I waited for you all night..." Chanyeol backed off a few steps when Baekhyun got closer to him.
"You've never listened when I told you to stay at home. When I'm gone, you thought you're free but no! You don't remember that I'm capable to get rid of anything that I hate? You want me to lock you up in the room?!" Chanyeol vigorously shakes his head before he feel a sting on his face and the back of his head hit the wall and he slid down to the floor.
"Until when you're going to torture me like this?!!" Chanyeol shouted, struggling on the ground and gathered his energy to stand up.
"Forever!"
Chanyeol groaned in pain while he bit on a towel. Yixing held him in place to stop Chanyeol from shivering. Yixing squeezed the towel he used to clean the blood that were still coming out of Chanyeol's hole. The bowl was almost full with blood before he poured it down the porcelain sink.
"Hold on. Just a little bit more and you'll be fine." Yixing rubbed the wound with some gel and wiped the remaining blood on the inner thigh with a few cotton swabs. He sighed in relief as he threw away his bloody glove into the bin. A second later, Baekhyun got up from his chair to see Chanyeol and Yixing. Suddenly, Yixing opened the curtain and grasped Baekhyun by his collar.
"You should stop doing all this! I can't stand it anymore! Someday, you might kill him and you'd blame it on me!" Yixing gritted his teeth and pushed Baekhyun to the wall.
"What's wrong with that? You want me to stop sending him here? How about your debt? Who's gonna pay for that if it's not me?" Baekhyun smirked and slapped the young doctor's hands away harshly.
"You can't threat me with that! I shouldn't have listened to you back then!" Yixing pushed his hair to the back with both of his hands and turned to Chanyeol to remove the towel from his mouth and covered him with a warm blanket.
"I paid you! That's it! This is none of your business! This is between me and him! Stop meddling or I'll cut off the money I sent to you every month to pay your fucking debt! All you need to do is to treat him at all cost!" Yixing clenched his fist and opened the door as a signal for Baekhyun to leave.
"He needs a lot of rest. You should go now or you're gonna be late for your flight to London." Baekhyun grabbed his trench coat and walked towards Yixing.
"Remember what I told you. Keep this shut or you know what I'll do to this clinic..." Baekhyun whispered to Yixing and slipped a brown envelope containing a bundle of money into his white coat's pocket.
"I love you..." Baekhyun stopped on his way out when he heard a deep voice mumbled in between short breathe and hoarse throat. He bit his lip and hummed before he walked out of the clinic towards his white Audi. Yixing closed the door and sighed in relief. Then, he moved towards Chanyeol and sat on a chair beside the single-sized bed.
"Err...He'll be gone for two weeks so you're gonna be fine. Trust me!" Yixing ensured the poor kid on the bed though he knew Baekhyun will keep on watching over Chanyeol from time to time. He squeezed Chanyeol's cold hand lightly.
Chanyeol suffered from high fever and severe bleeding on his lower part due to the terrible night he had two days ago. Baekhyun came to his clinic few hours ago after he left Chanyeol for two whole days in his locked bedroom without any treatment for his fever and injury to his bottom. Chanyeol was squeaky cleaned and extremely pale when he came to the clinic but he never expected to see his bleeding lower part. New bruises formed to replace the previous one and Yixing can't help but to imagine how Chanyeol can withstand all the abuse. He gave in all of him for a man who never cared for him wellbeing. Though he loved the older man wholeheartedly, only harsh treatment he received from Baekhyun. Yixing shook his head in horror everytime he saw Chanyeol's lower part covered with dried blood and bruises.
"Chanyeol, I'd rather die protecting you from that bastard. Fuck you, Baekhyun. If it's not for money, I'd hide Chanyeol away from you forever. I don't need that fucking money...damn it!"
betaed by notanebula