EXO OTP's One Shots Collection ⭐

104 - CHANBAEK : Here Without You

Title: Here Without You
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, Romance
Word Count: 3.3k words

Summary: Chanyeol is very thankful for everything Baekhyun does. For not asking questions, for not judging him, for always believing in him. To have him by his side is a blessing.

Notes: I made this in the middle of missing ChanBaek and listening to Here Without You by 3 Doors Down, it's kind of an old song now but still one of my faves! Listen to it while you read this~

I tried to write this one shot as realistically as possible, so probably, maybe, this situation kinda happened at some point. >< Happy Birthday, Chanyeol! We all missed you!

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"Hi, this is Chanyeol. Sorry, I'm not on the phone right now. I'll get back to you as soon as possible...."

"Hi, this is Chanyeol. Sorry, I'm not on the phone right now. I'll get back to you as..."

"Hi, this is Chanyeol. Sorry, I'm not on the phone..."

"Hi, this is Chanyeol. Sorry, I'm not..."

"Hi, this is Chanyeol..."

Baekhyun sighs, finally abandoning his phone after listening to Chanyeol's voice through the voicemail for the twenty-seventh time this day.

The slow ticking of the clock on the wall is now the only noise that accompanies him tonight. It's already late, eleven in the evening to be precise, and the faint taste of coffee lingers on his tongue, keeping him wide awake. The dim-lit dressing room seems to be too spacious for only one occupant; and this dead silence is mentally killing him. He's exhausted yet he needs to keep going. He has to. For himself. And for him.

He needs strength. Please. Just answer it now.

Probably, this is his eyes' fault. They've long fallen tired at how long he has been staring at his phone screen. His messages, they're still unread. Calls are left unanswered, going straight to voicemail. The last text he sent was this afternoon, asking if Chanyeol has already eaten, but then, just like yesterday, and the day before yesterday, and the day before that day, and the week before that week, and so on---he still hasn't heard of Chanyeol yet.

Baekhyun has been keeping track. It's been exactly eighteen days since Chanyeol stopped responding. It's close to three weeks since that thing broke out.

He feels incomplete.

"Baekhyun?" A soft, light, and careful knock on the door ensues. Baekhyun turns his head towards the sound and glares at the door as if boring holes on it, "Are you ready? We're going live in ten minutes."

His lifeless reflection stares back at him in the mirror, and Baekhyun releases yet another exhausted sigh. Fingers run through his styled hair, squeezing his eyes tight and leaning against the hard backrest. "Yes. I'll be there." Standing up from the pivot chair, he promptly follows the PD with the door closing silently.

Darkness fills the room. The unlocked phone on top of the coffee table has its screen on, showing the opened messaging app illuminating a small portion at the corner.

Chanyeol, have you had lunch yet? I'm recording right now.

Chanyeol, answer my messages. Please.

Don't stay up too late.

Were you in the studio? I was calling and you didn't pick up again.