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title the heart that skipped a beat
A/N: sort of a part of this mafia!au verse I am working on. Again, mistakes are made and it has not been proof-read.
Chanyeol could hear the cheering of the rumbustious crowd sitting in expectation outside. His stomach is churning with the thought of traversing out there with his head held up high, facing the awaiting crowd. A wide grin creeps over his face as he remembered the many trials he had overcome just to get to where he is standing: the early mornings, long afternoons and sometimes the long nights. Before and after school, every day for the past five months, Chanyeol practiced his swings, his throws as well as his runs without break for sometimes hours on end.
Chanyeol sits down on the locker-room bench and lets out a sigh as he puts his hands on the back of his neck, bracing his elbows on his knees. He closes his eyes and tries to meditate - he always said that Chanyeol can get through a lot by just meditating and sorting out his thoughts. A strange feeling wash over his body and suddenly Chanyeol feels the uneasy feeling settling at the bottom of his stomach. His eyebrows furrow together for a few second before he takes a deep breath - he cannot risk failing today. He lets out a huge breath as he tries to relax himself back in to a smile. Chanyeol needs to keep his head in the game if he wants to succeed. He needs to succeed. Finally, the strenuous days of practicing will pay off...
“Five minutes until the game starts, Park!” His coach hollers from the doorway, startling Chanyeol. “Are you ready?” His coach pops his head in.
Chanyeol gives him a rue smile. “O-of course; I have been waiting for this for so long.” He answers. The fluttering feeling of uneasiness in his stomach grows by the seconds and it is starting to make him feel dreadful.
His coach beams at him. “Break a leg out there, Park!” He winks before disappearing from Chanyeol's view.
Chanyeol simply shakes his head and leans against the locker. The cool metal did nothing to help settle the feeling of uneasiness brewing within him.
Then his phone starts ringing.
Frowning, Chanyeol sits up straight and looks at his sling bag. “Did I forget to switch it off?” He asks to no one in particular, surprise evident in his words. He reaches for his sling bag, dropping it on his lap before sticking his hand in the bag searching for the cause of the noise. When he feels the vibrating gadget against his hand, he pulls it free and frowns. “I did turn it off then.”
When he still hears the phone ringing and vibrating against his thighs, that is when Chanyeol realizes that the phone he is holding is his own phone. Sticking his hand once again, he pulls free the phone and realizes that the emergency phone Baekhyun had shoved into his hands with an irritated expression and told him, “Boss wants us to have a different phone for business matters - do not ever turn it off or else!”
The blood drains from Chanyeol's face as the uneasiness creeps up to his throat, rushing throughout his body. With much hesitation, he swipes his thumb on the screen, answering the call.
“He-”
“Chanyeol!”
The first thing Chanyeol notices is Baekhyun shouting his name. His heart thuds against his chest when he feels his chest starts to tighten in trepidation. This is really bad, Chanyeol muses to himself. Baekhyun has never bothered calling Chanyeol by his first name - Baekhyun always referred to Chanyeol as Park or yo. (Mostly yo rather than Park).
“Baekhyun? What's the mat-”
“Get on the next plane back to Seoul.” Chanyeol hears the underlying emergency and the unspoken please. “Now - it's the boss - it's Kyungsoo - he... he... please, just get on the next plane back to Seoul.” Chanyeol knows how serious this is and how desperate and helpless Baekhyun must feel for him to refer to their boss as just Kyungsoo.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Chanyeol grips his phone tightly. “What do you mean, Baek?” Was this why he had that dreadful feeling? Was it intuition?
“Kyungsoo's in the hospital - everyone is already on their way back to Seoul.”
Chanyeol's grip on the phone tighten so much his knuckles turned white. He knows he does not even have to look at the mirror to know that he is probably as white as the baseball uniform he is currently wearing. His eyes widens in shock when the words finally sunk in. “What happened?” He rasps. Their boss - despite being young in his age - has never gotten to the point where he had to be hospitalized. He was careful, precised and excels at every little thing that he does. Not only that, his boss was the type of person where he is always several steps ahead in front of everyone in the game they are currently playing.
“There was an attack on the west wing of the head quarters - that is where the younger ones stay in and we were losing the battle but... Kyungsoo - he - he stepped in and you know how he is! He saved all of us but took some of the heavier damage and I was useless, Chanyeol. I just stood there and watched him fall... I don't know if he's going to pull through or not... I tried my best but...”
Chanyeol closes his eyes and prayed to the heavens above that Baekhyun might be pulling a joke on him. But deep down inside, he knew Baekhyun would never tell him a lie especially when it concerns their boss, especially when it concerns their boss. Baekhyun may always seem like he has a stick up his ass but Chanyeol also knows that he cares a lot for their boss - not to say that Chanyeol did not because he most definitely did - and for him to call Chanyeol and everyone else, it must be really serious.
What terrible timing. His mind screams. The game - the practices - the finals - his scholarship - The very long and gruesome training he had undergone to get to this stage. His dream...
“Chanyeol... please?”
Chanyeol took a deep breath before answering, “send the plane over.”
“Baekhyun.” Chanyeol places his hand on top of the older man's head and frowns when Baekhyun did not shrug him off. Kneeling in front of the hunched form of Baekhyun, he places his bag beside him on the floor. “I just talked to the doctors.” He says and waits for a reaction from the older man and when he receives none, he simply continues talking. “Boss is going in and out of the danger zone so they are going to keep him in the critical unit for a day or two...”
A sob escapes Baekhyun's mouth and the next Chanyeol know is Baekhyun has thrown himself on Chanyeol, arms wrapped around his body as he buries his face to cry against Chanyeol's uniform. Chanyeol wraps his arms around Baekhyun's lithe body an buries his face on Baekhyun's head - inhaling the smell of home.
“It's alright - we'll be alright - everything is going to be fine.” Chanyeol murmurs as his grips tighten around Baekhyun's body when Baekhyun still continues to cry. It must have been hard on him seeing their Boss going down in front of his own eyes. A part of Chanyeol wants to berate Baekhyun for getting cold feet when their head quarter is under attack but a part of Chanyeol knows that Baekhyun has never made any slip up like this. He sighs and begins caressing Baekhyun's back, praying to whoever that was willing to listen up there to please help save their boss.
“Do you want to go home first?” Chanyeol asks Baekhyun as he steps inside the room, the ring on his ring finger beams under the sunlight. Baekhyun looks up from his papers and shakes his head and Chanyeol sighs as he heads over beside Baekhyun. “You haven't left the hospital in a while, Baekhyun-ah.” He reminds. “I know you are overwhelmed by the guilt of letting him down but didn't you say you had tried your best? There is no use in beating yourself up over it. He's fine.” Chanyeol glances at the bed and held back the desire to let out a sigh - despite being out of the critical condition for two days, their boss has yet to wake up.
“I'm perfectly comfortable here.” Baekhyun murmurs as he continues to look through the paper work he needs to go through. Chanyeol sighs, knowing that there is no way to dissuade Baekhyun from his decision. He is almost as stubborn as their boss. “I don't want to go back to HQ and that is my final decision.”
“I just want you to go home for a bit, you know. To freshen up and not look like a cat that got drowned a couple of times.” Chanyeol states and Baekhyun is about to retaliate when a hoarse groan disturb their thoughts. Chanyeol has never seen Baekhyun jumping up so fast, almost knocking over the table he had been working at. Chanyeol and Baekhyun both turned to look at their boss's bed only to see their boss looking at them with a sleepy yet amused expression.
“The two of you are so fucking noisy.”
“You had all of us worried there, boss.” Chanyeol said as he leans over so that both of their foreheads are touching. Kyungsoo stares at him - eyes wide and a small smile lingering on his lips. Chanyeol shakes his head before pressing his lips against his boss's nose before pressing a chaste kiss on Kyungsoo's lips. “Please don't worry us like that ever again.”
Kyungsoo snorts before rolling his eyes, nodding his head in agreement. With his free hand, he pats the empty side of the bed. Complying with his boss's wish, Chanyeol takes off his jacket and drapes it over the sofa before walking over to the bed. Sliding in, he makes himself comfortable before wrapping his arms around the two figures. Kyungsoo leans against Chanyeol and tightens his arm around the sleeping figure in his arms.
Baekhyun lets out a soft whimper akin to that of a newborn puppy and Kyungsoo uses his free hand to brush away the hair that fell on Baekhyun's eyes. “You should not move around that much you know.” Chanyeol points out and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes before swatting the taller of the three on his chest.
“Be quiet and please just rest. I know the both of you stayed at the hospital for the entire time I had been hospitalized.” Kyungsoo stated, eyebrows furrowing and Chanyeol resists the urge to laugh out loud and simply shakes his head. “You need to rest - we all need the rest.”
Chanyeol nods his head as he carefully wraps both of his arms around the two bodies. Kyungsoo simply leans against his embrace, making himself comfortable before intertwining his free hand with Chanyeol's. Chanyeol presses his lips on to the top of Kyungsoo's head and tightens the hold he has around his two precious people.
A/N: sort of a part of this mafia!au verse I am working on. Again, mistakes are made and it has not been proof-read.
Chanyeol could hear the cheering of the rumbustious crowd sitting in expectation outside. His stomach is churning with the thought of traversing out there with his head held up high, facing the awaiting crowd. A wide grin creeps over his face as he remembered the many trials he had overcome just to get to where he is standing: the early mornings, long afternoons and sometimes the long nights. Before and after school, every day for the past five months, Chanyeol practiced his swings, his throws as well as his runs without break for sometimes hours on end.
Chanyeol sits down on the locker-room bench and lets out a sigh as he puts his hands on the back of his neck, bracing his elbows on his knees. He closes his eyes and tries to meditate - he always said that Chanyeol can get through a lot by just meditating and sorting out his thoughts. A strange feeling wash over his body and suddenly Chanyeol feels the uneasy feeling settling at the bottom of his stomach. His eyebrows furrow together for a few second before he takes a deep breath - he cannot risk failing today. He lets out a huge breath as he tries to relax himself back in to a smile. Chanyeol needs to keep his head in the game if he wants to succeed. He needs to succeed. Finally, the strenuous days of practicing will pay off...
“Five minutes until the game starts, Park!” His coach hollers from the doorway, startling Chanyeol. “Are you ready?” His coach pops his head in.
Chanyeol gives him a rue smile. “O-of course; I have been waiting for this for so long.” He answers. The fluttering feeling of uneasiness in his stomach grows by the seconds and it is starting to make him feel dreadful.
His coach beams at him. “Break a leg out there, Park!” He winks before disappearing from Chanyeol's view.
Chanyeol simply shakes his head and leans against the locker. The cool metal did nothing to help settle the feeling of uneasiness brewing within him.
Then his phone starts ringing.
Frowning, Chanyeol sits up straight and looks at his sling bag. “Did I forget to switch it off?” He asks to no one in particular, surprise evident in his words. He reaches for his sling bag, dropping it on his lap before sticking his hand in the bag searching for the cause of the noise. When he feels the vibrating gadget against his hand, he pulls it free and frowns. “I did turn it off then.”
When he still hears the phone ringing and vibrating against his thighs, that is when Chanyeol realizes that the phone he is holding is his own phone. Sticking his hand once again, he pulls free the phone and realizes that the emergency phone Baekhyun had shoved into his hands with an irritated expression and told him, “Boss wants us to have a different phone for business matters - do not ever turn it off or else!”
The blood drains from Chanyeol's face as the uneasiness creeps up to his throat, rushing throughout his body. With much hesitation, he swipes his thumb on the screen, answering the call.
“He-”
“Chanyeol!”
The first thing Chanyeol notices is Baekhyun shouting his name. His heart thuds against his chest when he feels his chest starts to tighten in trepidation. This is really bad, Chanyeol muses to himself. Baekhyun has never bothered calling Chanyeol by his first name - Baekhyun always referred to Chanyeol as Park or yo. (Mostly yo rather than Park).
“Baekhyun? What's the mat-”
“Get on the next plane back to Seoul.” Chanyeol hears the underlying emergency and the unspoken please. “Now - it's the boss - it's Kyungsoo - he... he... please, just get on the next plane back to Seoul.” Chanyeol knows how serious this is and how desperate and helpless Baekhyun must feel for him to refer to their boss as just Kyungsoo.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Chanyeol grips his phone tightly. “What do you mean, Baek?” Was this why he had that dreadful feeling? Was it intuition?
“Kyungsoo's in the hospital - everyone is already on their way back to Seoul.”
Chanyeol's grip on the phone tighten so much his knuckles turned white. He knows he does not even have to look at the mirror to know that he is probably as white as the baseball uniform he is currently wearing. His eyes widens in shock when the words finally sunk in. “What happened?” He rasps. Their boss - despite being young in his age - has never gotten to the point where he had to be hospitalized. He was careful, precised and excels at every little thing that he does. Not only that, his boss was the type of person where he is always several steps ahead in front of everyone in the game they are currently playing.
“There was an attack on the west wing of the head quarters - that is where the younger ones stay in and we were losing the battle but... Kyungsoo - he - he stepped in and you know how he is! He saved all of us but took some of the heavier damage and I was useless, Chanyeol. I just stood there and watched him fall... I don't know if he's going to pull through or not... I tried my best but...”
Chanyeol closes his eyes and prayed to the heavens above that Baekhyun might be pulling a joke on him. But deep down inside, he knew Baekhyun would never tell him a lie especially when it concerns their boss, especially when it concerns their boss. Baekhyun may always seem like he has a stick up his ass but Chanyeol also knows that he cares a lot for their boss - not to say that Chanyeol did not because he most definitely did - and for him to call Chanyeol and everyone else, it must be really serious.
What terrible timing. His mind screams. The game - the practices - the finals - his scholarship - The very long and gruesome training he had undergone to get to this stage. His dream...
“Chanyeol... please?”
Chanyeol took a deep breath before answering, “send the plane over.”
“Baekhyun.” Chanyeol places his hand on top of the older man's head and frowns when Baekhyun did not shrug him off. Kneeling in front of the hunched form of Baekhyun, he places his bag beside him on the floor. “I just talked to the doctors.” He says and waits for a reaction from the older man and when he receives none, he simply continues talking. “Boss is going in and out of the danger zone so they are going to keep him in the critical unit for a day or two...”
A sob escapes Baekhyun's mouth and the next Chanyeol know is Baekhyun has thrown himself on Chanyeol, arms wrapped around his body as he buries his face to cry against Chanyeol's uniform. Chanyeol wraps his arms around Baekhyun's lithe body an buries his face on Baekhyun's head - inhaling the smell of home.
“It's alright - we'll be alright - everything is going to be fine.” Chanyeol murmurs as his grips tighten around Baekhyun's body when Baekhyun still continues to cry. It must have been hard on him seeing their Boss going down in front of his own eyes. A part of Chanyeol wants to berate Baekhyun for getting cold feet when their head quarter is under attack but a part of Chanyeol knows that Baekhyun has never made any slip up like this. He sighs and begins caressing Baekhyun's back, praying to whoever that was willing to listen up there to please help save their boss.
“Do you want to go home first?” Chanyeol asks Baekhyun as he steps inside the room, the ring on his ring finger beams under the sunlight. Baekhyun looks up from his papers and shakes his head and Chanyeol sighs as he heads over beside Baekhyun. “You haven't left the hospital in a while, Baekhyun-ah.” He reminds. “I know you are overwhelmed by the guilt of letting him down but didn't you say you had tried your best? There is no use in beating yourself up over it. He's fine.” Chanyeol glances at the bed and held back the desire to let out a sigh - despite being out of the critical condition for two days, their boss has yet to wake up.
“I'm perfectly comfortable here.” Baekhyun murmurs as he continues to look through the paper work he needs to go through. Chanyeol sighs, knowing that there is no way to dissuade Baekhyun from his decision. He is almost as stubborn as their boss. “I don't want to go back to HQ and that is my final decision.”
“I just want you to go home for a bit, you know. To freshen up and not look like a cat that got drowned a couple of times.” Chanyeol states and Baekhyun is about to retaliate when a hoarse groan disturb their thoughts. Chanyeol has never seen Baekhyun jumping up so fast, almost knocking over the table he had been working at. Chanyeol and Baekhyun both turned to look at their boss's bed only to see their boss looking at them with a sleepy yet amused expression.
“The two of you are so fucking noisy.”
“You had all of us worried there, boss.” Chanyeol said as he leans over so that both of their foreheads are touching. Kyungsoo stares at him - eyes wide and a small smile lingering on his lips. Chanyeol shakes his head before pressing his lips against his boss's nose before pressing a chaste kiss on Kyungsoo's lips. “Please don't worry us like that ever again.”
Kyungsoo snorts before rolling his eyes, nodding his head in agreement. With his free hand, he pats the empty side of the bed. Complying with his boss's wish, Chanyeol takes off his jacket and drapes it over the sofa before walking over to the bed. Sliding in, he makes himself comfortable before wrapping his arms around the two figures. Kyungsoo leans against Chanyeol and tightens his arm around the sleeping figure in his arms.
Baekhyun lets out a soft whimper akin to that of a newborn puppy and Kyungsoo uses his free hand to brush away the hair that fell on Baekhyun's eyes. “You should not move around that much you know.” Chanyeol points out and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes before swatting the taller of the three on his chest.
“Be quiet and please just rest. I know the both of you stayed at the hospital for the entire time I had been hospitalized.” Kyungsoo stated, eyebrows furrowing and Chanyeol resists the urge to laugh out loud and simply shakes his head. “You need to rest - we all need the rest.”
Chanyeol nods his head as he carefully wraps both of his arms around the two bodies. Kyungsoo simply leans against his embrace, making himself comfortable before intertwining his free hand with Chanyeol's. Chanyeol presses his lips on to the top of Kyungsoo's head and tightens the hold he has around his two precious people.