Tease (EXO BOY x BOY)

BaekXing - A Daydream Away

Baekhyun's POV

I wipe away another tear as I gaze down at the picture in my hands, grazing my thumb against his cheek softly, as if it could rip the photo to pieces.

"What's wrong, baby?" Yixing asks, sauntering into the room.

My eyes widen as I hear his voice, snapping my head around to look around at him. I open my mouth to speak but as usual, as soon as my eyes meet his I'm rendered speechless. Finally, I find my voice.

"Xing, where have you been?! I thought you were gone. I mean...forever this time."

"Not yet," he gives me a smile that I can't help returning.

He sits down beside me and his smile turns sad as he tries to stroke my cheek. We're used to not feeling it anymore, but it doesn't stop my heart from breaking every time. Sometimes, I convince myself that Yixing is still alive and not being able to make contact is a painful reminder that he's not. People think I'm crazy when I talk to him in public or just burst into laughter. My family has tried to get me to see a psychologist or therapist, but it's not madness, it's happiness. He still loves me and I still love him. As long as we can still talk and see each other, I will continue to call him my boyfriend. He's all I need.

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What the fuck am I doing?

'What the bloody fuck am I doing?' I think to myself as the doors open, revealing the bride silhouetted by the sun. My bride.

I shuffle from foot to foot, feeling uncomfortable in the stiff suit. I wish that Yixing would appear and tell me that I don't love her and shouldn't be doing this, but he doesn't. I haven't seen him since I met her. He just disappeared. He probably hates me for doing this. That's probably why he hasn't appeared.

She stands beside me as we face the priest but I'm not really listening. I just want to get this done so I can go to the reception, get shitfaced, go home and sleep. She holds my hand. I want to pull it away, but of course I can't do that. I don't want to hurt her, I just...I don't want this. I do love her, but she's not Yixing. This whole situation just feels wrong. The only reason I started dating her is because she's so like him. In personality and looks. It felt like I was really with him again, but that illusion didn't last for long. Nothing ever does, in my life.

"Byun Baekhyun," the priest says, turning to face me. I gaze at him, not listening until he's finished.

"I do," I murmur glumly. I think that's what I was meant to say. She gives me a strange look, but I don't pay any attention.

The priest then turns to her, repeating what he said to me and again I don't listen. However, I'm forced out of my thoughts when something begins to glow brightly beside me, and turn to see her radiating light. I take a step back and shield my eyes against the assault. I probably should be afraid that my bride has just turned into a glowstick, but after Yixing I don't really get surprised by much anymore.

Finally, the light dulls down and the sound level in the room grows. At first there are just gasps of shock and fear, and then people are shouting in confusion and anger. I remove my arm from my eyes and let out a loud gasp, my gaze memorizing every feature on his face and each hair on his head. I then look down at his crisp, black suit. He looks perfect. I can't hear the shouting and yelling anymore, I can't see the shocked faces, I can only see him.

"Xing," I whisper.

"Hi Baek," he mumbles with a shy smile.

"H-how are you...they can see you...how?"

He looks up at me from under his lashes. "I couldn't stand how sad you were. They gave me one last chance, and I disguised myself as her because I didn't want everyone to see me alive. I didn't want them to be frightened of me...I didn't want you to be frightened of me."

I take a step closer and reach out towards him, letting out a choked sob when my fingers touch his cheek and move down to trace his jawline. He closes his eyes, lips slightly parted and I find myself leaning in. He gasps as my lips brush against his, but is quick to react, curling his fingers around the back of my neck and deepening the kiss. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him flush against me, reveling in his scent and the feeling of him under my hands. I finally pull away, panting and cheeks warm, and a mile wide grin on my face. He returns the smile and turns his head sideways to look at the flustered priest.

"I do."