Kyungsoo is waiting for him at the altar, face painted white with an intricate skull. His hands hold a miniature doll dressed like Baekhyun's twin in a silk suit and ruffled train, smile drawn obscenely wide on a button-eyed face. He mimics movement in its legs, and Baekhyun walks.

The crowd is silent as they watch Baekhyun tread over dead flowers and dried weeds. The floorboards creak with every step, heeled shoes clicking like thunder on the hollow floor. Each step turns the key in the lock holding his soul, turning the mechanism tighter and tighter.

At the very front of the pews, Chanyeol is alone. He doesn't watch Baekhyun approach the altar but rather watches the altar itself. Even when Baekhyun first met him, he'd had a feeling something was off. Chanyeol laughed a lot and played a lot and was an overall very pleasant man, but his token interest in Kyungsoo was unsettling. When he stopped laughing and playing and seeing his friends, Baekhyun never knew what happened until he started really dipping into the honey-baited trap that was Do Kyungsoo.