Chanyeol recalled having to meet with someone that day. It took him a while to remember who it was exactly, but he knew the place exactly. He was there ever since morning because he also forgot what time he was supposed to be there, but then again, how was he supposed to know the exact time anyway? He had climbed up in the tree and he was resting on one of the heavy branches at that time, with his eyes closed since he didn't want to face that gray world. He had to see it almost all the time so at least when he rested, he had the right to ignore it.
He had almost fallen asleep when he heard some noise in the distance and his eyes opened immediately, narrowing while scanning around the area and moved his hand down to his boot, ready to pull out one of the daggers he always carried around with him. It was like his best friend or even more than that, the only thing he could trust. Chanyeol couldn't trust people anymore, they turned out to be way too deceiving in the end.
A wobbly figure came in sight immediately and Chanyeol remembered: he was the one he was supposed to meet. Well...in a better condition at least. The other looked completely broken on the outside and inside, but the sight of someone being in such a state only increased the rush in his veins, an obnoxious smirk curling on his lips while he watched the younger approaching the place, but not seeing him. What a delight to watch one go to waste, literally, in front of his own eyes. Holding the power to save him, but not doing anything. That was so sick of him, but that was how this side of his was and that was how he accepted it in order to survive and not end up like the other who collapsed.
He felt a tug at his heart and he was sure it was that subconscious that pushed him off the branch and closer to the almost lifeless body. He wondered if he should even take in account the other's power, but Sehun should at least be grateful that Chanyeol was going to help. He pulled the slender body closer to the tree trunk and raised his shirt, grinning at the blood continuing to flow through the wound made in the other's skin. His fingers reached closer for a moment before shaking his head and cursed in the back of his mind. He should not help with hurting the other, but do the exact opposite. So he took off his jacket, pulling his shirt over his head and immediately ripped it in two, shivering at the swifts hitting his skin, but focused on helping the other before everything. He folded one of the sides before pressing it against the wound, taking the other part and tightly wrapping it around the other's torso, hoping it will stop the bleeding soon. He made a firm knot, looking around, a low groan escaping his lips, before pulling his jacket on and tried to think of the closest place where he could find some supplies. Then he wondered if he should take the other as well.
He groaned once again as he wasn't someone who helped people, at least not anymore and that situation was not good at all for his mental health. Without thinking much, he picked the other in his arms, being careful with his wound and the way he held him so it didn't affect him that badly. He began searching for a damn store where he could at least find some water and luckily enough, he spotted an abandoned restaurant. Walking towards it, his eyes stole a glance from the other, feeling a bit bad for actually wanting to watch him die. He was one of the important people in Chanyeol's life and seeing him like that almost, almost warmed him a bit inside.
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