While he’s no worrywart, it is nice to know when Chanyeol is going out. Then Baekhyun can call him right away when he finds their apartment unlocked with two dogs holding full bladders dancing eagerly.

He almost feels bad, as Mongryong pees on the ankle of one lumbering skeleton. Toben seeks the privacy of a plastic tombstone to squat. Baekhyun bags the business and tosses it in the clean up station trash can in the middle of the greenspace.

Back inside, with calmer furbabies, Baekhyun calls Chanyeol. The familiar giggling ringtone that Chanyeol had recorded bubbles from the top of the toilet tank.

So his phone is home, but he is not.

Maybe he went for a run.

He usually takes the dogs.

“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun calls out again, picking apart bits of fake green spider webbing as the dogs help him search by sniffing the furniture and pile of shoes. “You jerk, you’d better not be hiding…!” He shudders, very aware of the unlocked door and handprints.