Warnings: Character Deaths, mentions of suicide, angsty af.
Pairings: KrisBaek, ChanBaek, ChanDae
"Chanyeol," Baekhyun sighs, pressing his smooth lips against Chanyeol's cheek.
"It's Okay Baek, I can wait as long as you need me to. Anything for you." Baekhyun smiles, kissing his lips softly.
"Thank you Chanyeol." He says a tall man, Chanyeol's older brother Kris walks in, catching the eyes ok Baekhyun.
"Would you like to watch the movie with us, Kris?" Baekhyun asks, batting his eyes.
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.
"he was pronounced dead the next morning," Chanyeol sobbed, blood pouring from his self-inflicted stab wound into what seemed to be the main artery, at least to Baekhyun it seemed as such. Bakehyun's eyes wandered around the room taking in the sketches of Jongdae surrounded by glass.
"Chanyeol, you've just gone mad! Killing yourself isn-"
"Shut up!" Chanyeol roared, "You don't know what it's like waking up without your other half every day! every time I wake up and look in the mirror or at that godforsaken white couch I see him, I see him on me, I see him burning toast and making shitty coffee every day! Everything here is him! You don't get it! Now Leave! What more do you want!?" He screams Chanyeol's lips quiver slightly blood spilling freely from his mouth, blood from his stomach drenching the scrapped sketches of Jongdae. Chanyeol was dying fast.
"Just let me be! Go, Baekhyun! you've taken enough!"
"Chanyeol I'm-"
Chanyeol's eyes fluttered shut before he whispered for the last time.
"I hope, one day you get to feel our pain." Baekhyun watches Chanyeol sigh his last breath.
He sobs.
Baekhyun sobs as he calls 911.
He sobs when he explains to Kris everything that happens.
He sobs when Kris goes to work.
He sobs when Kris doesn't come back.
"Soo....Soo!" Chanyeol shakes the groom. "Tell me, am I in heaven? I'm pretty sure that's an angel singing."
Kyungsoo just glares at his best man, "Dude, shut up my bride's walking down the aisle." He grits through his teeth for emphasis.
Wedding!au where Kyungsoo's best man tries to flirt with the wedding singer and brother of the bride. He fails adorably.
Credits go to the owners of the photos used. I only edited. I don't even know if its acceptable edit since it's literally just my 2nd time. I'm just slightly addicted to making these collages LOL I do wanna read some of this au tho. Like I have been prompting this since forever. No one takes it. Sadlyf. Have a great day! If you write about this, hit me up!
