The Wolf and the Beauty

EPILOGUE I

Baekhyun smiled caressing a simple picture as gentle as possible. It was a picture Junmyeon had clicked when Chanyeol playfully kissed his cheek saying he was helping him clean the ice cream on his cheek. Oh, how wonderful were those days...

He carefully packed it before placing it inside the box named Fragile. Making sure the things were all properly packed he plastered. Sehun shot him a smile as he carried the box to the car. Baekhyun had in his hand his journal and hugged it close to his chest.

Once the detective had left, the writer turned around to see the empty apartment which was once filled with the most beautiful memories and some tragic ones as well. A sigh left his pink lips as he looked around the place one last time.

Was it always this big? He wondered in his head seeing the place.

"Baek, we're ready to leave. Coming?" Yixing who had just come up smiled at the younger who nodded. "I know places with memories are hard to leave but how will you continue to live here?" Baekhyun sighed at that.

"Let's go, Hyung."

Sehun drove while Yixing was in the shotgun seat and Baekhyun in the back. It took half an hour to their destination but to Baekhyun it felt like a few minutes. As the car came to a halt, Junmyeon waved to them with one hand, the other resting on his six-month-old baby bump.

"Hey, honey! They finally managed to drag you out?"

"Hyung!" he whined burying his face in the elder's neck and sighing. He pulled away after a minute and raised his brow at the detective. "You're not allowed to carry anything heavy and Yixing Hyung would kill me if I made you do it. Why are you here?"

"I'm organizing the move," said Junmyeon with a laugh and the writer squinted his eyes, "you guys are clumsy, you need an elder to tell you what to do. And that's exactly why I'm here." Baekhyun scoffed, "Oh, please. We can handle it very well on our own, Hyung. You can leave and enjoy your maternity leave. Bye!"

Baekhyun yelped when the detective pulled him by his ear, "Be respectful, kid!" The writer whined caressing his red ear before glaring at the detective. "We are not clum-"

He could not finish his sentence when he heard a box fall followed by the sound of glass shattering. The writer facepalmed seeing Sehun had dropped the box with the fragile things. "Sehun, I swear to God, I'll kill you if anything happened to the picture frames. You better start praying!"

"Not my fault. I was handing it to Yixing Hyung, he must've been careful!"

"I already have a box in my hands, you dumb giant!"

Baekhyun, with an apologetic look on his face, turned to Junmyeon who smirked. "Told you so!"

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It was a little later and Junmyeon had found himself a spot on the couch to rest his legs while Sehun, Yixing, and Baekhyun were still busy with the moving. "I'm so done," sighed Sehun as he fell back on the couch legs on the table. The short writer kicked it down, "No legs on the table, Mister."

"Geez! Sorry Mom."

Baekhyun stifled a laugh when the older detective smacked the brunet, "Respect, kid!"

"Tell that to your kid on the way and I'm not a kid, Hyung!"

The three laughed at the pouting brunet. "I think we'll get going now, Baek. It's late and we'll come back tomorrow, yeah?" Baekhyun nodded his head with a grateful smile, "Thank you so much, you guys; not you Jun Hyung."

Junmyeon stuck his tongue out before following his husband out the door of the new house. Sehun ruffled the chestnut locks, "See you tomorrow, Hyun. Good night." The shorter wished him back before waving him goodbye as he drove away.