The blue in your eyes | Chanbaek

Ending.

(Warning: be ready for an emotional rollercoaster)

Love. What is love? If Chanyeol had to describe it, he would say that it's a mesmerizing feeling with endless butterflies looming in someone's stomach area, happiness filling the whole body. But he would also admit it has its dark and frighting sides.

Heartbreaks. Chanyeol was experiencing the worst kind of heartbreak at the very moment, watching how the love of his life was touched by another man, knowing that it was the end. — He would never have a chance to wrap his arms around the smaller waist, whispering I love yous into his ears or to cover him with butterfly kisses all over his skin. His. Baekhyun wasn't his anymore.

"It's your brother's wedding, Chanyeol. Don't be like this." Chanyeol closed his eyes tightly, his mother's words echoing in his ears in a loop. Wedding. "You should be happy for your brother.. But you turned into an ungrateful child. I don't know what to do anymore." Just shut the fuck up. He stood up from the dinning table, running upstairs to his room with a fast racing heart. Only 2 more hours left until the love of his life would be gone. The end was near.

He let himself fall on the bed, burying his face in the pillows as tears started to cover his face, sobs leaving his lips uncontrollably. I just want one more chance to say I love you at least. One more time. I want to shower you with love one more time.

A knock suddenly floated in the air, causing Chanyeol to stand up from the bed, whipping the tears from his face in an instance. "..Come in." A blonde mob made its way into Chanyeol's immense room, his brother's young face throwing a smile at him. "Wow, you look horrible." A ironic sigh escaped Chanyeol's lips as he sat down on the bed, running a hand through his curls. "I don't care about how I look."

".. Chanyeol." The bed shifted and his little brother sat down directly next to him, a strange silence filling the air. "I know how much you love him.. and I know how much he loves you, but sometimes you have to let go. It's not fair, I agree. I totally agree.. But that's life. There's nothing we can change about it.. even if we want to."

He stayed mute, tears running down his face again as his eyes started to burn from all the crying. "I don't know why Jongin is doing all of this but I don't want to see you give up on life because of it. You're my rolemodel! You have to stay strong." A light smile appeared on his face as he closed his eyes to avoid the burn. "You'll never forget him and he'll surely never forget you. You two had something special, something which will be in your memories forever and maybe your time will come.. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even in a year, but it'll come."

Our time. Chanyeol smiled, whipping the tears from his face again. "Stay strong. Stay strong for him today. I bet it's even harder for Baekhyun right now. He has to marry someone he doesn't love." For him. The brunet nodded, trying to calm himself down. It's definitely harder for him. Baekhyun. I hope you're doing well. I love you.

"Get ready now. You have to support Baekhyun after all." Yes. I have to support him.

***

Loud sounds penetrated Chanyeol's mind, a mess of people cheering and walking through immense hall with a wide smiles on their faces as he was stuck in his mind. The end was about to arrive. He sighed, burying his head in his hands while all the wonderful moments with Baekhyun flashed through his mind, his whole body filled with love in an instance.

That's not how I imagined our future to be. That's not-

And then the music started, everyone ghost-quiet by now, the light focused on the love of his life, who was entering the hall.. looking incredibly stunning. Beautiful. His black hair was now dazzling in a bright blonde as the beauty of his eyes were emphasized with a black eye-liner. Art. A wide smile made its way on Chanyeol's lips as he admired the beauty of his Baekhyun. His. The smile faded as fast as it found its way onto Chanyeol's lips, the reason why he was here at the first place hitting him hard.