mystery / hyoyeon

the bar smells of soap. very familiar soap.

soap?

baekhyun shakes his head. the blunt must've been stronger than he'd expected. why is he smelling soap? soap, when he should be smelling perfume and sweat and --

'are you okay there?'

there's a chest, rumbling into his face. baekhyun lifts his face, looking into a pair of amused, chocolate-brown eyes. 'you look sick.'

'i'm fine,' baekhyun grins. he squints his eyes, because the smell of soap is so strong that he can see it. 'you look familiar.'

'do i, now.'

the stranger shakes his head, wrapping a strong arm around baekhyun's waist.

'i told you not to smoke, babe.' the stranger says.

'why are you calling me babe,' baekhyun stutters, because babe- it sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

'because you're mine,' the stranger says, lips curving into the prettiest smile baekhyun has ever seen. 'my baby. my boyfriend. now come on, let's get you home.'

black pearl / exo

part i

suho sighs into his palm. he looks up at the two boys assembled in front of him. 'how could you?' he mutters, a migraine settling into his temples. 'how could you up such an important mission?' he demands. 'how could you, when i told you-'

chanyeol swallows. his lips, because his mouth has gone dry. 'i- i'm sorry, hyung, but we-'

'we didn't up.' jongin says firmly. 'we simply...'

'prioritized.'

'you brought home a ing human!' suho screams, standing up. his chair clatters to the floor behind him. 'our security, the higher-ups-' his entire body shakes. 'i ing told you two-'

'he was dying; we couldn't just leave him-'

'yes you could!' suho yells, hands thumping down on his desk. 'ing turn around and dial our emergency services, they'd have taken care of-' suho grits his teeth. 'get out.'

breathe / lauv

part ii

chanyeol storms out.

the human, small and broken, is curled up on the floor outside suho's office. chanyeol crouches in front of him. 'hey.' he says, poking the human's soft waist. 'are you alright?' there is red liquid seeping out of a crack on his forehead. 'jongin, jongin,' chanyeol gasps, tugging at jongin's pant hem. 'he's leaking.'

'bleeding.' jongin sighs. 'let's get him to yixing.'

they pick the human up with scarily little effort, taking him to their healer.

chanyeol feels the warmth of the human's cheeks against his neck; his pulse thumping against his shoulder; shivers when the human's fingers curl around his bicep, curling in closer.

'he's so pretty,' chanyeol breathes.

koko bop / exo

'pffffffft-' yixing slurs, shoving baekhyun with an elbow. 'you like him.'

'no, i don't!' baekhyun says, voice still relatively stable. he's had only two cups, after all. 'i like him, sure, but not in that-'

'oh, shut up, baek,' yixing says, grinning. 'kiss me, then. kiss me if you don't like him. prove it.'

baekhyun's eyes flit down to yixing's pretty pink lips. 'okay.'

he curls his fingers around the other boy's neck, pressing his lips to yixing's. yixing tastes of soju and salt. yixing leans in, kissing back sloppily.

they pull away, and yixing's eyes are hooded. baekhyun sighs, resigned.

'i think i like him.'

yixing whoops in victory.

he won't remember any of tomorrow anyway, baekhyun assures himself.

but the next day, when they walk into the cafeteria to meet chanyeol and kyungsoo after their first class, yixing stands up on the table, announcing that baekhyun is in love with chanyeol.

baekhyun is just about to slap the off his friend, except that chanyeol is wide eyed, turning to baekhyun.

he opens his mouth to explain, but chanyeol kisses his words away.

only u / yoo seungwoo ft. heize 

part i

they've always been together. their names are always prefixed with the other's; it's always chanyeol-and-baekhyun. it doesn't really come as a surprise when baekhyun leans up on tiptoe at graduation, pressing his lips to chanyeol's. their friends whoop and hoot around them, but they don't really care.

all twelve of them head up to the beach afterwards, stumbling into the waves, still in their uniforms. chanyeol almost drowns at the sight of baekhyun's pink s and his happy trail, visible through the translucency of his wet shirt.

xiumin manages to get a picture of them.

they're standing in the waves, baekhyun in chanyeol's arms; they're silhouetted by the setting sun.

baekhyun's mother frames that picture, and they hang it up in the house they buy for themselves after college. chanyeol graduated with full honours, getting out of college with an engineering degree, and the rest of his life with his love.

baekhyun drops out of his law college midway, after one too many nights spent sobbing into his pillow at all the work he has.

he gets a job at the cafe below their apartment, and chanyeol works at a sound production company.

for life / exo

part ii

all their friends get married. they attend, hand in hand, always smiling.

they never get married, but it doesn't matter.

their fights happen often, but fizzle out just as quickly. sometimes it is chanyeol forgetting to buy milk, and baekhyun bringing out all the things he's forgotten over the thirty-something years they've been together. sometimes it is baekhyun getting too close with his boss, and chanyeol getting possessive.

their fights always end with one of them pressing soft kisses to the other's neck, murmuring soft apologies.

shadow of the day / echos

part iii
 

surely if they've lived their lives together, it is only fitting that they end their lives together. it happens in the morning.

baekhyun wakes up in such agonizing pain, he doesn't even know he's screaming.

chanyeol almost flies them to the hospital.

cancer, they diagnose.

baekhyun doesn't cry. chanyeol does.

he sobs into baekhyun's lap, the older man combing his fingers through chanyeol's hair.

he has two months, they'd said with cold certainty. two months. what does two months mean? they are barely fifty.

chanyeol had imagined them growing old together; twin rocking chairs, walks in the park. maybe a dog.

baekhyun only laughs. he doesn't like old people, he tells chanyeol. i don't think i'd like you very much if we were old.

every moment is special. every moment is beautiful.

and surely if they've lived their lives together, it is only fitting that they end their lives together.

chanyeol swallows ten of baekhyun's sleeping pills.

they breathe their last breaths into each other's mouths.

it is xiumin's picture that adorns their funeral.

--

have u ever seen such word vomit 

my brain suddenly decided it wants to write but it didn't know what to write so i plugged in my playlist and ta-da

i have way too much exo on my playlist.