𝑯𝑬𝒀, 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𑁍

Chapter • Twenty-Three

There was no sound. Chanyeol had went into his father’s room to have a ‘talk’, and he still hadn’t heard any sound, nor from hitting nor from a door cracking open signaling they were done. And as the night went on, Baekhyun only grew more and more awake, fright eating him down like the pledge as he drew an infinity sign with his index on his wrist, trying to get his breathing on synch with the movement. It was a technique his brother had showed him to help him go through his attacks, but nothing worked more than having him by his side safe and sound.

He only wished Chanyeol was okay.