[ENG] BLIND IN LOVE

#05

The lights flashed a brilliant pink that slowly edged onto a violent, syncing with the beats. Junmyeon is too busy because there are too many people in her bar, and Chanyeol is here again.

"So when are you going to take me home?" A girl asked Chanyeol who is sitting on his lap.

"I have a husband," The girl paused, looking at Chanyeol's eyes.

"Then why are you here?"

"Because he isn't my husband." Chanyeol replied giggling at the girl, the girl seemed satisfied with the less than vague explanation as she pulled him out of the club. What Baekhyun did not know would hurt him anyway.

They fell back onto the couch with a loud thud that immediately had Chanyeol hushing. The girl giggled. "What?"

"You've got to be quiet." He muttered, mouthing at the front of her blouse, the wet patch growing considerably bigger. She arched into him appreciatively. Her leg snagged on the coffee table, making the little ceramic piece topple with a loud clack.

Chanyeol froze, listening to the tell-tale sounds of Baekhyun waking up. The girl seemed to grow restless under him, already making him regret the whole damned set-up. He went back to work on her breasts when the distinct sounds of Baekhyun's walking stick reached him.

"Fuck."

The girl looked up questioningly. "What is it-" Chanyeol held up a finger to his lips, eyes trained on the door as Baekhyun groggily walked through it. Baekhyun's eyes looked baggy and tired, his hair mushed up to one side like he had fallen asleep waiting for his husband.

"Loey? Is that you? Babe?" Babe. The endearment sounded soft from Baekhyun's mouth. Somehow, he knew it would sound better paired with a peal of laughter. The jealousy reared its head again.

Baekhyun walked gingerly into the room, his walking stick softly tapping against the floor. Baekhyun looked down at the girl who seemed endlessly amused by the scene. Baekhyun bumped into the counter-top with a short gasp. The girl chuckled. Chanyeol clamped his hand over her mouth, uncaring as she squirmed beneath him. Baekhyun had turned shocked still, the misery in his face palpable. His eyes darted unseeingly over the room before he turned and walked away, head hung low.

Suddenly everything seemed redundant—the half-naked girl beneath him, the light pounding of his head. Nothing mattered more than Baekhyun right then. He sat there unmoving while the girl dressed. His disinterest must have been apparent.

The house was quiet as he walked into the kitchen to look at the pictures glimmering on the mantelpiece. They looked nothing alike, Chanyeol realized. The similarities were superficial. Loey was like the sun, radiant and glowing. Chanyeol was the thawed moon, raw and cold.

"I'm sorry" he whispered to the smiling man in the picture. He wondered if Loey could hear him.