There was a huge party being held at the Park Manor on a warm, midsummer night.
The Parks were celebrating their 21-year-old son’s return from completing his MBA abroad in America. Being part of one of the Elite families in Seoul, the Parks never missed an opportunity to boast about their success. To them, their biggest achievement was their business empire “The Park’s Enterprises” which handled all the marble exports in Asia.
Their eldest son, Park Yoochun, was on the executive board and will be given the CEO title once Mr. Park retires. The 29-year-old had been arranged to marry the daughter of the Kwon’s, Kwon Boa, who owned a prestigious company herself, specialising in lavish clothing lines that always take the fashion world by storm whenever they are released.
It was said that both Park Yoochun and Kwon Boa had been close childhood friends and were happy with this arrangement. It had been the leading gossip of 2015.
Although, at this time of the year, the return of one of the richest bachelors, Park Yoochun’s younger brother, Park Chanyeol, was the biggest topic.
Now that he had completed his studies, he was to follow his brother’s footsteps. There was talk everywhere about the youngest Park’s intention of marriage.
Hence, the majority of the attendees for Park Chanyeol’s graduation party were hoping to catch his eye with their daughters and sons.
Unfortunately for them, Chanyeol had not been seen since the introductory speech he had done with his father.
Everybody was now busy with gossip and the usual bland business talk. All the Elite families had gathered tonight and it was a perfect occasion to be talking about future business ventures.
“This better be worth it, Sehun,” Chanyeol gritted his teeth as he followed his younger brother through the huge, lavish back garden of the Park Manor.
“It will be, brother. You have come home after 3 years, don’t you miss us messing around?” Sehun replied with a cheeky smile.
“I am sure Yoochun Hyung humoured you enough, you brat,” Chanyeol said. Their eldest brother was nearing his thirties, yet he was possibly the most immature 29-year-old on this planet.
It was a miracle that he did so well in business matters, or Chanyeol was sure that their father would have disowned him by now.
His cheeky, naughty behaviour had naturally been transferred onto Chanyeol and Sehun too.
It was remarkable how Mrs. Park still looked so beautiful and young despite having three monkeys as sons. Maybe it was Park Sandara, the eldest sibling, who had kept their mother sane throughout the years.
“Yoochun Hyung was far too busy helping Father with his business to play with me, Chanyeol Hyung~” Sehun complained with a natural pout. “As you would be soon too, now’s the time to have some fun!” Sehun pointed out in his usual bratty tone.
If Yoochun and Chanyeol had been ‘spoilt’ in the media’s eyes, then Sehun had been completely and utterly spoilt rotten; by his older siblings, as well as his international fan base that he had thanks to his modelling career. His fans completely adored his cold looks as well as the cute maknae image that he showed in the rare interviews he did from time to time.
Chanyeol had done some modelling too but Sehun being just a high school student had far more time to invest in his modelling career compared to Chanyeol.
Chanyeol realized that he wasn’t getting the thrills that he usually got whenever he was coming up with something mischievous with his younger brother.
He sighed internally whilst he wondered if he had somehow managed to mature during his three-year stay in America.
He had worked hard there; wanting to come back to his home country as soon as possible.
Yes, of course, he had messed around with his friends on the free nights, but it wasn’t something as serious as the things he did back in his home country.
His father’s connections, unfortunately, didn’t extend to America. Yet. He couldn’t even count how many times he and his Yoochun Hyung had to be bailed out of jail by their father or his lawyers.
Yes, he was a rich, spoilt kid. But what could he do, it wasn’t his fault that he had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth, as they say.
Chanyeol was suddenly brought back from his thoughts when Sehun suddenly stopped walking mid-step, and Chanyeol ended up bumping into him.
Before Chanyeol could ask, Sehun brought up a finger to his lips and hushed him.
“Sshh, they are here!” He was pointing another finger at the apple orchard trees that lined the perimeter of the vast garden.
Chanyeol squinted his eyes, trying to make out what Sehun was pointing at with the little moonlight that was shining.
The lamps in the garden were too far from the orchard apple trees to illuminate that clearly.
But it was still clear enough to see what they had to see. He couldn’t help but let a smirk appear on his face.
“Well, well, well…” Chanyeol drawled loudly, Sehun snickered as he followed his brother to the specific tree they had observed before.
Against the tree was Byun Baekhyun in a heated lip lock with Kim Jongin.
“What do we have here?” Chanyeol said in fake awe but soon joined in on Sehun’s laughter.
Baekhyun pushed Jongin away and glared at Chanyeol.
“Man, we were looking for you everywhere!” Sehun said, as he walked up to Jongin and gave him the bro hug that was reciprocated enthusiastically.
This had Baekhyun glaring at the two childish youngsters.
“What? He’s my bro!” Jongin said in reply to Baekhyun’s glare, smiling cutely as he wrapped his arm around Sehun’s lanky frame.
Baekhyun crossed his arms, “They were spying on us, Jongin!”
“Actually, you guys were pretty obvious. I was just here strolling with my dear brother that I have missed so greatly,” Chanyeol said in his fake respectful tone that he always used on Baekhyun.
“Sadly, we can’t say the same for you,” Baekhyun rebutted not even bothering with the fake respect that Chanyeol seemed to be putting up.
“Hey! I missed my Hyung!” Sehun pouted as he went to hug Chanyeol.
“You missed him spoiling you and joining you on your stupid pranks,” Baekhyun replied.“Idiots,” He muttered, shaking his head as he decided to leave them.
Baekhyun had more than enough for tonight.
His parents had dragged him to this party, and then when he was finally getting some action, he had to be interrupted by his arch nemesis, Park Chanyeol.
He really couldn’t care much for Jongin, the boy was cute and had great sex appeal but clearly, he was too immature for him—seeing as how he had completely forgotten Baekhyun’s existence since his ‘oh so lovely’ best friend turned up.
“What did you say?” Chanyeol growled.
“Nothing,” Baekhyun said, “You must be hearing things.”
“Do you really think that I would be letting you get away with what I just saw? It would be the gossip of the year.”
“Of course, it would be the gossip of the year. You coming back after 3 years is of course nothing next to something related to the Byun Baekhyun,” Baekhyun said smugly.
“Oh, and I know you won’t say anything. Kim Jongin is a close friend of your lovely Sehun. I don’t think he would like you for doing that. Also, isn’t Mr. Kim doing a business deal with your father soon?”
“Humph! Every established and successful company in Asia is part of that business deal, except for your father. So sad, right?” Chanyeol taunted.
“We are not missing out on anything. We have our own individual deals with them, we don’t need to be part of something you guys are involved in, thank you very much!” Baekhyun huffed out arrogantly.
“Come on~ Admit it, we won the best business award this year, it must have hurt you, no?”
“Well, did it hurt you when we got that award for the past 10 years?” Baekhyun mocked.
“Why, you little-“ Chanyeol stepped forward in anger but was quickly blocked by Jongin.
“Come on guys, we are all here tonight to celebrate, why the sour mood?” Jongin said with his signature smirk.
Both Baekhyun and the Park brothers rolled their eyes in response.
“You know very well Jongin, the Byun’s and Park’s haven’t gotten on well for at least 3 decades now!” Sehun explained.
"I do know that but, guys, don't you think we should let the past be bygones and just have fun?" Jongin said in his usual 'chillax' tone that had both genders swooning.
Even Baekhyun admitted he had swooned earlier at the start of the party when he had conversed with Kim Jongin.
But not now.
Especially not when he was talking about being civil with the Parks.
"In your fucking dreams, maybe, Jongin." Baekhyun said before Chanyeol could open his mouth and added with a smirk, "By the way, you make out like an over-excited puppy, I think you gave me 90% of your saliva, it’s disgusting," he ended with a frown to show his distaste at the messy exchange they had earlier.
He had to say, he had kissed far more experienced men, and hence he couldn’t help but compare.
"Well, you certainly weren't complaining when doing it," Jongin smirked.
Chanyeol snorted, before saying, "Why would a slut like him complain? He just wants something with his mouth to work on, otherwise bullshit comes out, like now."
"Fuck you, Park," Baekhyun hissed between his gritted teeth. Looking just like an angry puppy, Jongin thought.
"Likewise, Baek," Chanyeol drawled.
"You guys do know that you both just said you want to fuck each other, right?" Jongin innocently stepped into the conversation yet again and suddenly got two heated glares directed at him. "Sorry, I was just saying..."
Sehun rolled his eyes at the current situation, whatever plans of mischief he had were ruined, for now. He was now actually feeling a bit peckish and so he suggested, "We should head back inside, I am sure our parents have gone mad trying to look for us."
Chanyeol nodded and took the lead in walking back to their huge mansion. Sehun and Jongin followed him but Baekhyun stayed back.
Jongin turned around to ask if Baekhyun would be coming along and Baekhyun answered, "You go ahead, I will be inside in a few minutes."
Baekhyun rolled his eyes and walked away, intent on finding his way to the balcony. Although he’d grown out of the phase of staying in the balcony for the majority of formal events, that didn’t mean he didn’t like staying there. No matter what, it was still his refuge for when he felt like escaping the social pressure that was mounted heavily upon his shoulders.
The cool breeze greeted him yet again and Baekhyun’s eyes fluttered shut comfortably. The balcony was a little secret known only by him – a place where probably even the Park family themselves didn’t visit a lot but he had seen many times the Park siblings hiding here as kids during the parties held in the past.
As the heir to his father’s company, Baekhyun knew that it would only be enough time before his father formally handed the reins over to him. While his cousins would also get their own responsibilities to manage in the company, his actions would have a much bigger influence.
At first, he’d thought that Taehyung (his first cousin, who was more like his younger brother) was more deserving than he was for the CEO position. Taehyung was just as quick a thinker as he was and he was more sociable, too. But Baekhyun knew that his cousins all agreed with their father’s decision to pass on the majority of responsibility to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun leaned against the railing of the balcony; he had a good view of the entire property from here. Besides, at the end of the day, it was mostly just paperwork – the Byun family would still run the company together.
“I’m glad to see you alone, Mr. Byun.”
"What...what's happening?" Baekhyun managed to let out as he turned around and felt his blood run cold. There was a gun being pointed at him and it seemed like tonight was going to be the last night of his life.
In the Park manor’s main hall, the party was still at full swing. The eldest of the younger generation were busy catching up on all the updates. Jung Yunho along with his recent husband Kim Jaejoong always stood out due to his intimidating aura, but when he was with his friends, he was like any normal thirty year old.
Jaejoong’s cousin Heechul had recently entered his second trimester and had been testing his husband, Siwon’s, patience greatly.
Chanyeol’s older brother, Yoochun and his fiance, Boa, couldn’t contain their giggles as they observed their pregnant friend’s antics. But their attention was soon grabbed by the newlyweds, who despite the hustle and bustle around them, were too wrapped around each other.
“I have to say, you two are glowing ridiculously since you have tied the knot,” Yoochun drawled with a greasy smirk on his face. Kwon Boa, who was hanging off his left arm, gave him a light shove for his greasy antics.
Yunho just laughed as he tightened his hold on Jaejoong’s waist. “I have never been happier, Yoochun-ah.”
Jaejoong, too busy nursing himself to a fifth glass of wine, hummed in agreement and proceeded to land a not-so-chaste kiss onto his husband’s lips. Yunho let the kiss progress and chuckled in amusement.
Siwon cleared his throat, breaking up the blushing couple and said, “Funny to think that you guys are so much in love now, when you and your families have been at each other’s throats since the Joseon period,” he joked.
“Exactly. Your marriage has united your families together, and now you have become such a huge monopoly in the business world,” Yoochun agreed.
“It was something that had to be done. We couldn’t let them control us, we won’t be defeated so easily.” Yunho said, his eyes showing a fiery passion that usually had businessmen cowering. But these were his friends; they were used to their strong-headed friend and couldn’t help but admit that their friend was a born leader. “We just got lucky with the fact that we turned out to be soulmates,” Yunho said in a lighter tone, his expression changing to one of a lovesick fool with blushing cheeks.
“Ew Yunho, Yoochun is clearly starting to rub off on you. Who could believe the cold intimidating Jung Yunho actually believes in something silly as soulmates?” Boa teased.
“That’s all I can think about when I see how the universe conspired to get us together. No matter how much we fought against it, we were always running into each other.” Yunho clearly had enough to drink; no one had ever heard Jung Yunho speak like this.
“Aww Yunho, wae shoo cutee~” Jaejoong purred cutely as he made kissy faces.
“Ok, that’s clearly enough alcohol for you Jae,” Heechul said as he held a glass of orange juice. Siwon and Heechul had announced their pregnancy two weeks ago; they were one of the first ones from their generation of Elites to be having a child.
Jaejoong pouted and got a kiss from Yunho in response.
“Ok, as much as I love watching my childhood friends get lovey-dovey, there is only so much that I can take,” Yoochun complained.
Yunho and Jaejoong laughed, when suddenly they heard a shriek resembling a dolphin. The three pairs of couples turned around to see Junsu and Eunhyuk having a dance battle on the dance floor. Junsu was complaining about how Eunhyuk had copied some of his moves and made them seem better.
“When will they grow up?” Jaejoong sighed.
“I am sure when we will have our kids going to school and they will still be fighting over who is the best dancer,” Yoochun laughed.
“Where is Donghae? He is always attached to those idiots,” Heechul noted.
Yunho shrugged, despite Donghae being one of his closest childhood best friends, he hadn’t seen much of him since he got married. Even at this party, he had only managed to greet him before being bombarded by businessmen.
Chanyeol was talking to the troublemaker duo—Sehun and Jongin—as he sipped on his champagne. All three of them were observing the eldest Park sibling, Park Yoochun, conversing with the new power couple, as named by the media, Yunjae.
"It's totally crazy to think the Kims and the Jungs have tied the knot. They used to be at each other’s throats," Jongin muttered as he sucked on a strawberry.
"The things you do for business, I suppose," Chanyeol replied.
"Imagine if you and Byun had to get married for business," Jongin joked, but groaned mid-laugh as he got elbowed in the stomach by Sehun.
"That's not funny bro," Sehun shuddered. "I would never wish such bad luck onto my brother. I would rather he marry a dumb plastic Barbie than that shorty."
Chanyeol just shook his head as he frowned, not bothering to say anything in reply to the bad joke. The thought of the Byun heir always had him feeling sick.
"Jeez, you guys clearly can't take a joke," Jongin groaned, as he rubbed his stomach. It was definitely going to bruise, Sehun's elbows were like daggers in disguise. "But anyways, thanks to Yunho Hyung, I can finally bang that fine ass."
"Oh, you mean one of the Jung sisters? Which one?" Sehun asked, his eyes twinkling.
"Jessica noona isn't up for grabs just so you know," Chanyeol reminded. He had heard rumours of her and Shim Changmin having something. The last thing he wanted was these boys to be ruining another relationship with their sexual escapades.
"Oh, Sica noona, is totally fine," Jongin smirked, Sehun mockingly gagged and imitated Jongin's greasy 'Sica noona', making Chanyeol chuckle. "But I just can't wait to get a taste of that Krystal chick."
Just as he completed that sentence, Jung Krystal happened to walk past them. Hearing the crude remark, she whipped around to send Jongin a glare.
“Good luck with that,” Sehun snickers as Jongin gulped at the ferocious attitude.
"Damn she is too hot man~" He whined under his breath. "If only I could just spend one night with her."
"Been there done that," Lee Taemin drawled, entering the conversation with a glass of champagne. Park Sehun, Kim Jongin and Lee Taemin have been the closest of friends since they were in diapers, everyone called them the 3 Musketeers.
Shaking his head at the youngsters' antics, Chanyeol asked Taemin, "Where is Donghae hyung? I haven't met him tonight"
Lee Donghae was Taemin's older brother, part of the '86 club like Park Yoochun, Jung Yunho and the rest.
"He should be around somewhere, maybe with Eunhyuk Hyung," Taemin answered absentmindedly.
As both Jongin and Sehun started pestering Taemin to explain how he managed to score Jung Krystal, Chanyeol decided to leave. He still considers Sehun a baby, despite him being 16 years old now. Chanyeol always forgets how promiscuous he had been at that age not that he is any less now.
He decided to make his way towards his older sister Park Sandara, who was too busy giggling at whatever her spouse was whispering in her ear. She had married her long-time boyfriend Kwon Jiyong a few years back.
Before Chanyeol could reach them, out of nowhere, a loud gunshot was heard.
Suddenly, screams filled the air, panic and havoc everywhere. Everyone crouched down, some on their knees as they shouted for their loved ones. Chanyeol noticed his parents were far closer than he had thought and quickly headed towards them.
“We are alright,” Mrs. Park said yet seemed to be visibly shaken. “Darling, do you think they are behind it?” She asked her husband, as her worry lines appeared and her face went pale.
“Son, I will call the police. Check if Sehun is alright, I haven’t seen him in a while,” Mr. Park said as he rubbed his wife’s arm in support then soothed her panic. He then whispered below his breath, “I hope nothing happened to Yoora.”
“Ok Father, take care. I will find out who is behind this,” Chanyeol said. He heard his mother’s soft “stay safe” and his father’s “be careful” before he ran to find the youngest Park.
He tried not to push past people, but for every minute that passed and no sight of Sehun, Chanyeol started to feel uneasy.
What if the gunshot had been aimed at him?
It was obvious that it had to be one of the Parks, he thought as he looked around frantically. Why else would there be an attempted (he hoped) assassination at the Park Manor?
Chanyeol had been close to the gunshot, considering how he had heard it so loudly and clearly but he surely wasn’t the envisioned target.
Nor was Yoochun as he had just seen him in deep discussion with the Kwons about the matter at hand.
It would certainly make Park Sehun the prime target for tonight’s attack.
"SEHUN!" Chanyeol ended up shouting for his younger brother as he ran around the hall desperately in search for the younger male. "SEHUN!"
The 3 Musketeers were nowhere in sight.
He ran down a vast long corridors, that Jongdae (first cousin of Kim Jongin) had shakily pointed to when asked about Sehun's whereabouts.
He hadn’t forgotten to go to his father’s secret stash of guns first so that he could have a weapon to defend himself with.
As soon as Chanyeol turned right at one of the balcony doors, he saw a dark figure closing the doors softly and walk slowly towards what seemed like the back of the soon-to-be the heir of the Byun Empire, Baekhyun.
He saw the black-dressed figure withdraw a gun from his back pocket.
Tingles rushed down Chanyeol's spine. He ran to the doors and opened them with a bang.
This caused the assassin to turn around and Baekhyun to scream in surprise.
"What...what's happening?" He asked, his voice high-pitched.
His droopy eyes were wide-open in fear as he saw Chanyeol just a few meters away, taking hesitant steps towards him.
“I’m here to send a message.” The assailant said slowly, his words dripping with dark amusement.
The assassin slowly began to make his approach, oblivious to Chanyeol’s presence behind him and although Baekhyun’s instincts were screaming for him to run, his body refused to comply.
Baekhyun couldn’t think and as soon as the sound of a gun firing echoed in the dark of the night, he anticipated the pain, the feeling of blood flowing down from wherever he was shot. Instead of pain, however, he felt a pull.
“Quick, get out of here.”
His eyes fluttered open instantly, and Baekhyun stared into familiar hazel eyes.
“Chanyeol,” He breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced past Chanyeol’s shoulder and saw the intruder, bleeding helplessly on the balcony floor.
“Baekhyun, come on, there are more. We heard a gunshot earlier, so there has to be more than one person,” Chanyeol explained hurriedly, and Baekhyun was not distracted enough to not notice the gun Chanyeol was holding in his hand.
He took a step back away from Chanyeol, but Chanyeol refused and gripped his wrist tightly. “If we don’t leave now, you’re going to die tonight Baekhyun. They are after you.”
Baekhyun was too scared to ask who were they and instead managed to question, “How can I trust you?”
“Please, just do,” Chanyeol pleaded before he glanced back at the balcony’s doors. He turned back to face Baekhyun, “Come on, we have to leave.”
Baekhyun nodded and Chanyeol quickly pulled Baekhyun back indoors. Footsteps were heard in the darkness and Baekhyun could only feel his increased heart rate with every step. He could only grip Chanyeol’s hand tighter as he followed him blindly into the darkness.
“How did you know where I was?” Baekhyun asked.
He pulled Chanyeol back, and the other man’s body nearly collided against his. He stared at Chanyeol in the darkness, “How did you know –“
“I was just looking for Sehun. Someone else got shot tonight, and I am praying to God it isn’t Sehun,” Chanyeol replied as he turned away from Baekhyun and made his way across the corridor to open a door.
He faced Baekhyun once more, “You have to go inside here.”
“That’s a dead end, there’s nothing there.” He knew as he had gone down this corridor when he was young, to escape from Chanyeol’s bullying during Chanyeol’s 6th birthday party.
Chanyeol didn’t bother asking Baekhyun how he knows all these secret places in the Park Mansion. He had figured that this is where Baekhyun used to frequently disappear to whenever he had to come to the Park’s household unwillingly.
Baekhyun turned his head - the sound of footsteps were getting louder. “Hurry Chanyeol, there’s another path we can take that’ll lead us to one of the –“
“There’s no time,” Chanyeol replied before he pulled Baekhyun into the room once more. He pulled a painting off the wall, and Baekhyun let out a small noise of surprise the moment he saw the hidden doorway. Now this was something that he had not known about.
Chanyeol opened the door with ease, “Come on. We have to go here.” He let Baekhyun go inside, and Baekhyun could only stumble in the darkness as he tried to find the right place to go.
“Chanyeol?” he asked, afraid and entirely lost.
“I’m here,” Chanyeol replied, his voice a comfort in the darkness.
Baekhyun turned around and watched as Chanyeol locked the door behind them, completely blocking out any light from entering.
It wasn’t long before Chanyeol’s hand took hold of his, and Baekhyun held on firmly as he followed Chanyeol’s lead.
“Wait,” Chanyeol whispered, and Baekhyun stopped immediately.
He listened as Chanyeol dialled a number, and although all of his instincts were raging for him to run away, to find someone else, he couldn’t help but comply with all of Chanyeol’s instructions. For the first time, they were on the same side, and someone was out there to get them.
“Changmin? Sound the alarms. There is more than one of them, we need to find out who the first gunshot was aimed at,” Chanyeol ordered.
Changmin? Wasn’t he the adopted son of Jung Moonbin, Yunho’s Father. Were the Jung’s involved in this too? Goosebumps travelled down Baekhyun’s spine. If the Jungs were involved, then in association so were the Kims, and with the way Park Chanyeol was acting it seems like the Parks and Kwons were aware of what was going on. That only leaves the question of whether Lees, Chois and the Byuns were aware. It seemed like he could be the only one who had been uninformed about this, whatever this was.
“The first gunshot? Meaning that you heard the second one?” Changmin couldn’t help but ask.
“The second one was when Baekhyun was struggling to disarm the attacker and he ended up shooting the attacker,” Chanyeol explained briefly before he hung up, and Baekhyun waited for him to take hold of his hand once more.
Baekhyun could feel goosebumps all over his skin from fear. He had been so close to death. And it was Park Chanyeol his main rival that had come to save him. And it was that very Park Chanyeol that Baekhyun was seeking safety in now. He felt like he was being left in the dark (literally) and the only light of guidance was Chanyeol. He couldn’t believe that only an hour ago they had been at each other’s throats arguing about silly things.
“I can’t go outside with you,” Chanyeol murmured softly as he pushed open the exit, revealing that the path they’d taken had let out to the gardens.
Moonlight trickled into the hidden passageway, and Baekhyun watched Chanyeol carefully.
“Why did you do this?” he asked, “Why did you –“
“Baekhyun, keep yourself safe. These are dangerous times. Don’t be on your own ever again. Tell your father to appoint some bodyguards for you,” Chanyeol quickly said as he gently pushed Baekhyun to the exit, “Now go. Tell your family that you were attacked–“
Baekhyun had no idea why Chanyeol was trying to cover up his rescue mission. What was he trying to hide? Baekhyun thought. He seemed to be trained with the gun with the way he skilfully dealt with that assassin.
“How do I explain the bullet then?” Baekhyun asked exasperatedly, trying to suppress himself from asking other questions that he had for Chanyeol, “How do I explain the fact that he’s the one dead, and I’m still alive and sound?”
“Tell them that there was a struggle,” Chanyeol replied, telling him the same story he had told Changmin “No one will question you, I’m sure.”
“But what about –“
“Don’t worry about me, now go.”
Sirens blared in the distance, and Chanyeol pushed Baekhyun out of the passageway. Baekhyun turned his head and caught Chanyeol’s eyes just before the doorway was sealed, and his heart caught in his throat.
“Don’t tell anyone I saved you. Stay low and take your family to one of our living rooms,” Chanyeol whispered before he shut the door completely.
Baekhyun stared at the sealed passageway for a few seconds before he quickly stood up and tried to forget the indecipherable look in Chanyeol’s eyes, and quickly began to run to where the party was being held. He could hear the loud screeching of the sirens, and he could only push himself to run faster, desperate to see any of his family members.
Almost everything was a blur, and the only thing that dragged Baekhyun out of his frenzied state of mind was that he heard someone shouting his name loudly. He turned around, and saw Taehyung screaming "Hyung are you alright? Somebody call an ambulance!"
Baekhyun looked down at his shirt.
The white material of his dress shirt was completely splattered with blood.
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