Chanyeol cannot believe his eyes.

There, standing in all his gorgeousness in front of him is Baekhyun, his Baekhyun. The shorter man is wearing a simple, puffy black winter coat over a black Supreme hoodie and a cute grey beanie on top of his jetblack hair, and Chanyeol swears Baekhyun does not look like he is in his late twenties.

Out of all the members, Baekhyun is the one he hardly meets, as ordered by the said man himself. God still loves him, though, since sometimes it is Baekhyun himself who invites him for a hangout session when they accidentally run into each other on the streets, although it only happens once in a blue moon. Sometimes Kyungsoo informs him too about Baekhyun’s schedules but, more often than not, he is late to come or he does not have access to attend the event.

The only way to keep tabs on his puppy is through phone calls, and Chanyeol has to tolerate that. He is actually not one to approve everything without arguments, but he will take whatever it is that Baekhyun offers to him because it is better than nothing, right?

He respects Baekhyun so much, always has and always will. He will do everything Baekhyun asks, even if it is hell for him.

“Hello, Chanyeol. Long time no see.”

Chanyeol does not trust himself to say anything in return, being too mesmerized with the wingless angel standing before him. Despite getting older, Baekhyun’s facial features stay similar to what he last remembered. His still adorable droopy eyes, his still cute button nose, his still kissable lips—stop right there, Chanyeol!

“I have heard from Kyungsoo that you are getting married this Saturday. Congratulation! I thought Minseok hyung would be the first to get married, but it is you.”

Chanyeol tries his hardest to not launch himself at the older boy and hugs him tight with a promise to never let go. Baekhyun’s eye smile and soft giggle are still as adorable as before, and they still wake up all the butterflies in his stomach. Damn it!

Realizing that the man before him is unresponsive to his words, Baekhyun’s smile falters and he averts his eyes to just look down at his shoes. He fiddles with his thumbs, a sign of nervousness Chanyeol has remembered by heart. “Ah, I should have known that you would want to stop seeing me anymore after everything I did to you.”

The taller man wants to say something, anything, but he cannot bring himself to