10080 | chanbaek

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On Baekhyun's part, he began to frequent the apartment less and less due to the deadline of his first book. He would take the time and try to reach Chanyeol by phone or video call when he could, but like everything else, those moments declined in numbers also.

When Chanyeol was working at the office, Baekhyun was sleeping after writing and planning until the break of dawn when he would finally collapse on his bed alone.

And in the rarity of those moments when Baekhyun would have luck on his side when calling his husband, their conversations were always brief and generic. Overtime, it had gotten bland with the casual and usual questions of "How have you been?" and "Have you eaten yet?" The calls were always kept brief because of the simple fact they both knew how one or the other either needed to go to sleep or go to work.

One night as Baekhyun lied alone in their bed with nothing to look at, but the full moon glowing past the window and the soft waving of the thin curtains, he thought about their decision. He contemplated about what was happening.
He felt a rift between them. Distance was not a kind factor, but nor was it an impossible feat to overcome. The fact that they rarely saw each other in person wasn't a very big factor. To him, it was more..

Distance didn't matter because even if they were living under the same roof, the situation still wouldn't change. Both of them would still be too busy for each other. It'd be the same situation, but with different circumstances.