#chandae

Baekhyun stared with wide eyes at the taller man. "Chanyeol!" He shrieked," Are you stupid?" he questioned staring at the bloodied man, He reached a hand out towards Chanyeol watching as the older man flinched away slightly. Chanyeol hunched, his breathing erratic, blood dripping from his large hands. Baekhyun watched in horror as Chanyeol slid down the wall of the art studio, his eyes running over blood ridden glass that was scattered about the studio. "I waited," Chanyeol began, "I waited 5 years, I waited so long, for so so long, I just wanted you to love me back, I wanted you to see me as a lover, I waited patiently for you to tell me who it was." "Chany-" "shut up Baekhyun! For once just shut up and let m talk!" Chanyeol screamed, coughing violently after. Baekhyun watched in silence as the man came undone, bottom lip quivering, hands drenched with blood. There was so much blood. The once brave, strong tall man was replaced. The man that sat at Baekhyun's feet was a pile of rubble, nothingness, a bag full of hollow bones. The only strong thing about him was his grip on a tan wool scarf. "I was so in love with you, but you chose him, my own brother. You chose Kris. You let me believe, for 5 years! You let me think I had a chance!" Chanyeol sobbed, his skin was sickly, sweat dripping from his head. "It took me 2 years to move on, you took so much from me, you took my love, my brother, my heart...You took all my attention for 7 years! You took who I was, you chewed it up and spit it out for seven years! Then," Chanyeol whispered, voice hoarse," Then I found him." Chanyeol's hand limply waved around the studio, gesturing to the sketches of a very ethereal being. "I found him, Jongdae Kim, the love of my life, the man I knew that loved me, the man I knew I loved. It took me two more years to marry him, 2 years of him painting my artwork, 2 years of him decorating my house beyond recognition. My small house began to feel like a home! It took 2 years of him burning toast and making the worst coffee ever to realize I wanted to marry him. I was in love with him and his vegan cafe addiction for two whole years. He said yes, he said yes and I had never been happier. He made me better, he insisted I invite both you and Kris over more often even though he hated that you guys drank. He helped me realize the flaws in Park Chanyeol and not just others. He let me know when things would be okay and when I should worry. He told me he loved me no matter the timing. Whether it be in the studio working away, walking through the house trying to find my car keys, or laying in the snow pretending we were small kids, despite being 26. He showed me things, shared himself with me and god I love him for that, for showing me how to live. " Chanyeol silenced himself with a bloody cough, he wiped away the excess blood on his chin with an already bloody palm. "Chanyeol, I am sorry." Baekhyun pleads, sitting down avoiding stray pieces of glass. His voice cracked slightly as he remembered what happened. "Can't you leave me alone now?" Chanyeol groaned in agony, hitting his head against the unfinished art wall. "Can't you let me die in peace?" He yelled Baekhyun flinched in fear. "Chanyeol, we have to get you to the hospital, you've lost so much blood." "Ironic, you didn't say that to Jongdae." the room fell completely silent. "I remember that night, crystal clear, you should've been thrown in jail for what you did. All I wanted was a happy ending! You took mine!"

"Jongdae, let me go with, it's late." Chanyeol watched his husband scoff as he put on a hat and a pair of matching mittens. "Channie, It's right across the street, I'll be fine and when I get back we can finish our art wall, just like you wanted, okay?" Jongdae said, taking Chanyeol's tan wool scarf from the coat rack wrapping it around his neck. "I just have-" "A bad feeling, but you shouldn't now hush. I love you and I'll be back." Chanyeol sighs in defeat kissing his husband passionately. Jongdae sighs in the warmth pulling away. "I love you too," Chanyeol replies, matting down the scarf pressing a light kiss on Jongdae's neck.

"It was supposed to be a quick trip there and back. At that point, I just wanted to hold my husband and cuddle him while we watched his favourite drama series again and drink our drinks from the vegan cafe. That's what I was expecting." "What I wasn't expecting was to have a drunk you at my doorstep slurring an apology of some sorts."

A loud thud resounded from outside causing Chanyeol to spring up from his white couch, something Jongdae miraculously shoved into his apartment claiming "it was aesthetically pleasing and comfortable and the two simply just go together." Chanyeol swung the door open meeting Baekhyun, who was sobbing drunkenly, apologizing for something that Chanyeol didn't hear, because he was too focused on the scene behind Baekhyun. He shoved Baekhyun into the snow, sprinting in bare feet towards a limp figure, slipping on an iced road, Chanyeol's knees were dripped with blood and scratches once he reached the man lying limp. "Oh god! Dae!" he yelled,  "Someone call 911!" He yelled holding his husband close to his beating heart, the cold wedding band digging into his finger as he squeezed his husband close.