In the Name of Love

It's a dark and gloomy night, a night like any other other nights Baekhyun had. Nights are always lonely without Chanyeol, and he tries to make them less desolate whenever he's around, usually to no avail. He lies on the bed he shares with Chanyeol in their small but not shabby apartment. He has been lying there for the past 3 hours, patiently waiting for someone, a tall and handsome guy maybe, to come home and join him. He patiently waits for the moment when he can, once again, pretend that they're okay; that both of them are so fucking in love.

The clock strikes pass 11, but Chanyeol is still nowhere to be seen. Then again, this night is a night like any other. This has been going on for a good (or bad) 2 years that Baekhyun considers this as a routine, an exasperating tradition.

Baekhyun hears the door shut from downstairs. He hastily recovers himself and goes out to meet his husband. "Hey, thank heavens you're home," he greeted happily.

He pecks Chanyeol's lips and removes his coat for him. "Dinner?"

"Nah, I'm okay. Yixing threw a small party at the office. He said he's getting married."

"Awww. That's cute. Send my congratulations to him."

"Sure."

They reach their bedroom in a minute. Chanyeol changes into his pajamas and joins Baekhyun on the bed.

"So, how's your day?" Baekhyun asked the same question he asks every single night.

"Good. Paperworks are starting to pile up real bad. But nothing I can't manage," his husband retorted with a heavy sigh. Baekhyun wants to feel guilty, but he knows he shouldn't be. It's Chanyeol who told him to just stay at home. It's Chanyeol who told him to stop writing "shits" and be an "actual" husband to him.

"Babe, how about if I---"

"Baek, I don't have time for this. I'm so tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow," Chanyeol cuts him off.

"O-okay. G-good night," Baekhyun managed to say despite the lump on his throat. He is used to his husband cutting him off, but pain doesn't seem to dissipate every time. Once again, Baekhyun reasons out for Chanyeol. Maybe he's just really tired. Maybe I'm just too annoying.

He looks up the ceiling, white spaces slowly turning into a blur. Baekhyun shifts to his side, and the tears start falling as if in a marathon.

That night, like any other night, Baekhyun sleeps with a heavy heart.

✖️

Baekhyun comfortably rests his head on Chanyeol's lap, the other softly stroking his hair.

"You know what, Yeollie? I never actually thought you would like me back. I mean, of course I had imagined us being together but I thought it was too impossible," Baekhyun said as he looks up at a smiling giant.

"Babe, what's there not to like? You're smart, you're so fun to be with, and you're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life," Chanyeol responded with his baritone voice.

Baekhyun blushes so hard on the comment that he can't help but hide his tomato-y face behind his hands. However, Chanyeol takes them away from his face and leans down to capture his lips. Baekhyun responds in a millisecond, their lips moving in great harmony, as if they're really meant to touch like this.