The Ninth Wave III + IV (1/1)

Baekhyun felt his stomach rolling inside him as he tried to get comfortable in the corner of the cell that was allotted to him.  He'd get a phone call in the morning, they said, and stuffed him in with the common rabble and petty criminals in a large holding cell.  Woodong bailed himself out and left the teenager to rot. He certainly wouldn't be buying any of his porn again, that was for sure.There were a few other people in the cell trying to sleep, so Baekhyun decided that would be the quickest way to pass the night.  The alcohol still swirling in his system made the uncomfortable floor surprisingly comfortable as he drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness. "Don't fall asleep."That voice... it was one he'd heard before.  He blinked, and found himself leaning on another person on a bench in a marble hall.  He looked up, the familiar blond hair of Daehyun greeted him. "What are you...?"  He didn't remember how he'd gotten there, or where even he was.  "Where...?""Your trial is about to start."  The blond said flatly.  The teenager couldn't help but jump back.  Trial?  His trial?  For what?  He'd just dozed off and he was already being tried?  He didn't even remember having real charges brought against him and wasn't the legal system slower than this?Daehyun didn't give him time to talk again, he took him by the hand and led him inside a Romanesque courtroom.  And he recognized every person present.  Maybe not all of them by name, but he knew them.  He saw Kiseop in the back, and every other person he'd ever slept with was filling the rest of the small courtroom.  In the front row, Chen was sitting.  He smiled and waved and it made Baekhyun's heart shrivel.He wondered where Chanyeol was.He wondered why he wondered.He was seated in a witness box constructed in the center of the room.  He was shackled in by Daehyun, his arms against the arms of the chair and to the legs by his ankles.  He didn't question it, and he was whipped around to face the judge's altar. The room rumbled.  Everyone bowed their heads and chanted in a language Baekhyun couldn't understand.  The lights bled, turning everything to a fiery, hateful red.  Out of the altar burst a giant head, steaming from the mouth and with glowing red eyes. "Byun Baekhyun."  It rumbled.  He knew that rumble.  He didn't want to remember.  "You're charged with all the crimes sitting around you, all of these people you used.  What is your confession!""Con-Confession?   What confession?" It growled, a loud rumbling roar of a growl.  He couldn't help but shiver because the rumble of its voice, he knew it.  He refused to know it. "I didn't do anything!" "Liar!  Confess, Byun Baekhyun!  Confess or sink!"  The walls creaked and burst open with torrents of water.  No one moved, they let it sweep over them as it started to build on the floor."I slept with them!"  Baekhyun screamed.  "Why are you doing this!?""Why did you do it!?"Why...?  He... All those moments he ignored why he was doing it.  He rationalized instead of addressing himself.  He swept his own problems as far away as possible, he didn't want to acknowledge them.  He disacknowledged them so much they ceased to exist in his head.  And as the water swept around him, he found his defenses swept away by the tide.  He found himself baptized in himself, and realized for the first time.He didn't know.He didn't know why he needed to live as he did and it terrified him to the bone."Something is wrong with me!  I don't know what it is, and it scares me."  He cried.  "It's a compulsion, a need, and I don't know how to deal with it."  He balled his fists, putting claw marks in the wood of the chair.  Water around his neck he spoke with his last breath.  "I need help!  I don't know how to ask for help!"He opened his eyes outside Chanyeol's apartment.  He was completely dry.  He needed to tell Chanyeol, tell Chanyeol everything and make everything okay again.  He went to pound on the door when it burst open in front of him. "You came."  There it was.  The warm, cheerful rumble that he wanted to hear.   He wanted nothing more than to get into those arm and never let go.  He opened his mouth to speak when another voice interjected. "Of course I did, silly."  A softer, daintier voice.  A woman walked right through him and through the doorway.  They shared a lingering smile, and the door was closed in Baekhyun's face.  He blinked and he was inside, standing by the window, watching them cuddled on the sofa laughing.Of course this was how it would be.Because, no matter what, Baekhyun had ruined it for good right?  He could try all he wanted, but it'd be too little too late.  Chanyeol would be much happier this way, without him, cuddled up with another person on his sofa, in his arms, stalking porn stars with him. Someone else to give that big, dopey grin to, or to share that over-the-top laugh.  Someone else's hand to hold and run to the end of time with.  Someone else to love him.Baekhyun felt a knife shovel its way into his chest and cut his heart out.  Because he didn't realize it till now, now that it was too late, that he loved Chanyeol. Byun Baekhyun loved Park Chanyeol.But Park Chanyeol didn't love Byun Baekhyun.  He would move on, be happy, and never, ever be his.Baekhyun shuffled on the cold pavement floor of the jail cell he was in.  The alcohol seemingly disappeared from him, feeling like his head was being kicked in and his stomach wanting to eject its contents.  But, in a way, he felt like he deserved it.  In the midst of all this physical pain, he realized three important things.1.  He had a problem that he needed to find help for2. That he loved Chanyeol3. That he'd irreparably fucked up everything.And that thought alone was enough to curl him up into a fetal position on the jailhouse floor. This is actually two parts of the Ninth Wave sequence here, but I couldn't fit them into two chapters so you're getting them as one chapter :3