10080 | chanbaek

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Six months into the year, in the beginning of summer, Kyungsoo sat on Chanyeol's bed, waiting for him to come back from the shower. In his hand was Chanyeol's wedding band, which Kyungsoo kept turning and turning, inspecting every aspect and every detail. It had passed the time long enough for Kyungsoo to be entertained when Chanyeol came back to the room.

"What're you doing there, Kyungsoo?" Chanyeol said with a small smile.

Shrugging, Kyungsoo's stoic face remained. "I was just thinking—actually, I've been thinking about this for quite some time, really."

Zipping up his pants and grabbing for a shirt, Chanyeol looked at him. "What's on your mind?" When he saw the ring in Kyungsoo's hands, Chanyeol sighed. "Kyungsoo."

"Chanyeol, why don't you just divorce him?" Kyungsoo burst.

"Kyungsoo, he's—"

"You've been estranged for so long," Kyungsoo said. "Your relationship was already beyond dead when I met you. Why're you dragging something when neither of you feel anything for each other anymore?"

"I can't just slap divorce papers on him so suddenly," Chanyeol argued. "He needs some notice, at least."

"Then give him a notice," Kyungsoo said, gripping the ring in his palm. "In fact, have one of those lawyers deliver court papers to him. That's notice enough, don't you think?"

"That's—"

"—Chanyeol." Kyungsoo gave him a look. "It's better to end things now, you know. So we can really have a fresh beginning. Then you and I can get married and the both of you can move on. You're with me now and, let's face it. He probably has someone else, too."

Chanyeol's throat tightened at the thought of Baekhyun having another man. It was hard to imagine and ultimately struck a chord in him. "Kyungsoo..."

"I love you, Chanyeol, and I know you love me, too," Kyungsoo rasped. "So just do it, please. For us. For him. For all of us."

I'm so done.