Title: Within Thee Immortal
Length: Short Story
Members/Pairings: Baekhyun-centric, Baekhyun/Chanyeol, broken!Baekhyun/Kai, broken!Chanyeol/Kyungsoo
Genre: Angst, Spiritual AU
Rating: PG13 (to be safe)
Warnings: boyxboy love, hints/mentions of character deaths, angst, profanities, broken love, ghosts, may be more
Disclaimer: This was inspired by the prompt and challenge 04 of aideshou, the rest belong to their rightful owners

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SUMMARY
 

Prompt: dépaysement - when someone is taken out of their own familiar world and placed into a new one ©

 

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Characters

Byun Baekhyun

Park Chanyeol

Kim Jongin

Do Kyungsoo

+minor characters

― Prologue ―

Baekhyun opened his eyes, feeling light as a feather in a free room of air. He could feel some soreness in his back, and fingers and his legs, but he felt so relaxed. He clenched onto the bedsheets, eyes closing once more, and he sighed deeply. This was one of those forgetful times that he did that this week, waking up sore and confused and just so weightless. He could feel the sheets on his bed like he never had before, tangled and wrapped onto his body. Everything seemed so clear and new, like he had taken it for granted.


He turned around lazily, opening his eyes and expecting the tears to sting like always. A tear fell when he saw a picture of he and Jongin, his old boyfriend. Boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, Baekhyun was still in love with him. He reached forward and his fingers traced onto Jongin's side of the photo. He saw the smiling face and full lips naturally placed onto his face, and he saw himself. He used to do so much to look good enough for Jongin...


He would wake up early to do his hair, burning himself in the process. The hairspray would get into his eyes or irritate his taste buds whenever he aimed incorrectly. He would skip meals and spend a lot more time on his skin to care for. He remembered borrowing new clothes from everyone else around him because he didn't have enough money to get new things. The smile on he made would be plastered onto his frustrated face, until Jongin did something.


The thoughts of being angry at everything around him; being the traffic, his outfit, how horrible his hair was, the way he accidentally deleted something on his computer. And it would all be wiped away with Jongin holding his hand and telling him that it was okay.


Baekhyun couldn't even remember what he did wrong, but something told him in his heart that it was over between them. He can almost hear words seeping into his brain, and telling him that he had done something horribly wrong. That he would never see Jongin, and even if he did...he'd have no choice but to move on.


Baekhyun heard his cell phone ring, and he turned to his pillow and saw it hidden under there. He took it and answered, his lips, "Yes?"


"What are you doing?"


It was Chanyeol, at first hearing he knew. Chanyeol had a special voice, one that couldn't be mistaken by anyone else in Baekhyun's life. And he was a friend, his best friend. Baekhyun used to have the biggest crush on him, but he always felt that Chanyeol would never feel the same way about him. He knew how many girls would use him just to get to Chanyeol, and it actually dragged them apart. They didn't talk for years, until Baekhyun met Jongin.


'Jongin...' Baekhyun mumbled into the phone, "Nothing, lying in my bed."


"Are you thinking about him?"


'Yes...' Baekhyun gulped and grabbed the picture frame. "You can't stop me from thinking about him, Chanyeol..."


"You... You shouldn't keep doing this, Baek. It's not healthy, and it's time to move on."


"Move on..." Baekhyun held the picture frame to his chest, tears falling from his eyes, "Explain to me how to move on...when I don't even know what went wrong."


It was true, Baekhyun knew it and Chanyeol knew it. Baekhyun would sit on his bed and ask countless times what he did to deserve what he got. He would try hard to remember, but he wasn't sure why he couldn't.


"I'm hanging up, Baekhyun. You know exactly what happens when we have this talk." Baekhyun blinked, still clutching onto the frame. "At least...get out of the house. Try."


The sound of the line going dead was enough for Baekhyun to burst into tears. It was all he did; cry. He would cry and cry, tears drowning him in sorrow. His white sheets blocking him from the world, his house hiding him from the outside. He couldn't set foot out of the house, no matter how much he wanted to. Because he knew that if he couldn't see Jongin, he would rather stay in his house. Alone and in pain, not wanting to be interrupted from his release.


He held the picture up and sobbed, "Where are you, Jongin? Where are you...?" He held it to himself again, and rocked back in forth, "I miss you, Jongin... You... You miss me too, don't you?" He closed his eyes, trembling as he let out a few more sobs, "Tell me this isn't true, Jongin... I need to hear it from you!"


Baekhyun threw the frame against the wall in front of him and screamed, "Why?! Why am I like this?!" He tried to get out of his bed, but crawled down to the floor to the picture. He held it up and shouted, "Why can't I see you? What's holding me back from you, Jongin...?"


He slammed his fist into the ground and held his chest, crying some more. He never had enough time to let it all out, and he wasn't sure why. He felt pain and hurt every second he was away from Jongin. But the thing that hurt him most, was the fact that he wasn't sure the reason of his tears as thoroughly as he thought.
 

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