I had fallen onto the mattress that night, uneasy for the first time in a long time. Baekhyun's withering form beside me as he wrapped a shrivelling arm around my waist. The lack of breath that escaped Baekhyun was alarming as he dug his face into the crook of my neck. The scent of his regular cologne lurked along his decomposing skin and mixed with the scent of death.
My eyes remained open, almost as if they'd been taped by my eyelashes to the skin of my forehead. My hands continued to shake under the bed covers as I awaited Baekhyun's deceased figure to release me in his state of 'unconsiousness'. Yet he didn't.
I had to find Kyungsoo, I had to know what was going on.
Swinging my legs from the mattress was the easy bit, it was prying Baekhyun's hands from my nightgown that was the issue. The man's once tanned knuckles were the colour of mint ice cream and ripping them from me was almost impossible. It seemed that his grip had strengthened, built up while lying in that coffin. How else would he have clawed himself out of it?
My fingers had curled around Baekhyun's and with an instant, the white pupiled eyes snapped open with an expecting glance.
"What is it my love?" He spoke, despite the lack of sleep, I could already hear the vermin within his body eating away at his vocal cords. When reaching a particular pitch they gave out.
"I just have to go to the bathroom" My own voice shook as he peeled his grasp away from me and rolled over to the other edge of the bed.
"Don't be long, i'll get cold" That one simple sentence left me speechless. The man who had slapped me around was now clinging to me like a sloth to a tree branch. The man that had died and lost all body heat was going too get cold without me?
The balls of my feet padded against the hallway floor lightly as I edged myself closer and closer towards the front door. Lightening struck the outskirts of the street with a thrash and I thanked my lucky stars that Kyungsoo was only across the hall.
Yet once again, I wasn't far enough from Baekhyun.
The cool air nipped at my skin, hard enough to draw blood. My white knuckles knocked firmly against Kyungsoo's door and within minutes a weary eyed man had opened the door. The man's hair was dishevled from sleep and the grey sweatpants that covered his legs proved him to have been in a deep slumber. Kyungsoo rubbed his eyes with one hand while mumbling a small 'What's wrong?'
Rage had brewed within the pits of my stomach as I pushed past Kyungsoo roughly and entered into the man's warm apartment.
"Fucking explain why my dead husband is sleeping in my bed upstairs!" I ordered, crossing my arms firmly. Kyungsoo's thin hand rubbed over his sleepy expression and placed pressure into the edges of his temples.
"I should've warned you but it didn't seem that it would've mattered at the time-" He peered down to me slightly, allowing himself to tower over me. Everything seemed to be growing larger while I seemed to be getting smaller, so small that nothing was up to me anymore.
"There are always after effects or luipoles, if you will. It seemed that Baekhyun once again got the best of you and found that Luipole. Now his body is attached to your own soul" He appeared frustrated.
"So I can't get rid of him?"
"Not without killing yourself" He spoke sadly as he too crossed his arms. My eyes had trailed downwards in confusion and frustration. All I wanted was to be alone.
"Maybe you can torch his body, I don't know. Not many souls are smart enough to find luipoles" Kyungsoo and I seemed to be in a similar mood, pissed that something hadn't gone right.
"Think of it like this, a genie is attached to its lamp. Consider yourself Baekhyun's lamp. He needs you to be here. It doesn't help that he was in love with you when he died" Kyungsoo trodded towards the lounge, sat and leaned his muscular figure over the coffee table decorated and engraved with pentagrams. I wanted to scoff at his last sentence. With the way I was treated it appeared to be anything but affection.
"Could we try anything new?" I was desperate, I called on the spirits to kill Baekhyun for a reason and now that reason was kicking my ass.
"Maybe we could contact his spirit. Something would've been left in purgatory, maybe we can contact Baekhyun from the other side and see what he has to say-" A powerful knock and sing-song voice had interrupted Kyungsoo's scheming.
A involuntary shiver ran from the back of my legs and up the curve of my spine as Baekhyun sang.
"I know you've got her in there Kyungsoo. Now give her back before things get ugly."
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