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#17: date

Kyungsoo's lying slumped against the backrest of the couch, frowning, when Baekhyun resurfaces from the kitchen and drops beside him.

"What's wrong?" mumbles Baekhyun, rubbing soothingly up and down Kyungsoo's tummy.

"I just called," says Kyungsoo.

"Jongin?" asks Baekhyun. "What'd he say?"

"Also not coming," says Kyungsoo, dejected. Just yesterday Sehun had called saying he won't be home this coming semester break, and now that he knows Jongin won't be either, Kyungsoo's gloomy beyond repair.

Baekhyun smiles, sweet. "Well, they're adults now. And they literally just came home for my birthday, they'll be home again in no time."

Kyungsoo frowns at Baekhyun. "Adults," he echoes, mockingly. "Yeah, sure."

Baekhyun's smile is placating. "Fine. You know what? Maybe they want us to spend time by ourselves." His hand is running up and down Kyungsoo's side now, tickling, teasing.

Suddenly, Kyungsoo's more than a little intrigued. "What are you saying?"

Baekhyun's grinning now, teeth biting into his lower lip. "Without the kids. You know, just the two of us."

Kyungsoo considers. "Like on a date?"

Baekhyun nods. "Like on a date."

Kyungsoo considers again. "Or sex," he suggests.

Baekhyun gasps, but doesn't seem repulsed, instead looking the complete opposite. "What are you saying?"

Kyungsoo grabs Baekhyun's hand, the one trailing goosebumps up his ribs, and interlaces their fingers tight. "Bedroom?"

On the couch in the middle of their living room at the ripe age of forty-eight, they're both alone again.

It's just the two of them, just Baekhyun and Kyungsoo against the big, big world -- and Baekhyun's eyes twinkle as he giggles. "Bedroom."

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Since both Beautiful Goodbye and UN Village has this particular word in it, may i present to you: Streetlight.

send me a one-word prompt for a tiny baekchen fic c:

Jongdae wakes up at half past midnight with a jolt. He expects it to be pitch dark, but it's not -- there's light filtering in through the gap under the door.

Maybe Jongdae's forgotten to turn the kitchen lights off. He slips out of bed to check, but when he opens the door to the main area of his tiny house, the lights in the kitchen are off.

It's not coming from inside, it's coming from outside the house.

Jongdae halts. No, it can't be. Maybe it's just a car that's come to a stop right outside of Jongdae's isolated house, located in the middle of nowhere on a never-ending road bordered by an endless expanse of dry grassland. Maybe it's a lost traveller with a flashlight.

A phantom hand clenches around Jongdae's heart, causing a dull ache to bloom and spread across his chest, down to the tips of his limbs. He can't feel his legs as he makes his way to the front door and pushes it open.

Jongdae's breath hitches, clogs his throat.

There, in front of him, is the lone streetlight that accompanies his house. The streetlight that hasn't lit up for the last eight years that Jongdae's lived here. The streetlight that, when Jongdae comes near and tries to feel the river of electricity coursing through it, can't. The streetlight that feels sparkless and dead, because the wires inside are frayed and broken and it's not supposed to work.

But it is, right now, right in front of him, lit up in a light too white to be that of the characteristic sickly, yellowish glow of a normal streetlight, too bright, too pure.

And under it, with a smile so sweet and beautiful and familiar, stands Baekhyun.

Jongdae breathes out. He digs the nail of his thumb into the pad of his forefinger, pressing hard, pressing harder. It hurts -- not a dream.

"Baekhyun?"

Baekhyun's smile widens, relieved and disbelieving and oh so sweet. "Jongdae."

Jongdae's moving before he knows it, and within seconds, he's standing a mere step away from Baekhyun. It's been eight years.

Jongdae wraps his arms around Baekhyun's shoulders as Baekhyun circles his arms around Jongdae's waist, bringing him close and closer still.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get here," says Baekhyun into the crook of Jongdae's neck, breathing out warm air into the skin there. His hair is white now, like the radiant, bright light he brings with him wherever he goes. "I left for Almaty when Jongin said he saw you there, but by the time I got there, you were gone."

Jongdae buries his fingers in Baekhyun's hair -- still so soft -- and his nose into Baekhyun's neck, and breathes in. "I'm sorry." He's missed this scent so much, been deprived for so long he was starting to learn to ignore the fact that he was starving, craving, for Baekhyun. "I'm sorry." He pulls away only far enough to kiss Baekhyun, press his mouth against Baekhyun's soft one. "I'm sorry."

Baekhyun sighs into Jongdae's mouth, nipping at his bottom lip until Jongdae is whining, whimpering for more. "And then I heard about some really unusual lightnings happening somewhere in Siberia. They said it was so frequent it rivalled the Catatumbo." Baekhyun's hands cradle Jongdae's face. Jongdae feels like he can finally breathe again. "And I knew you'd be here."

Jongdae kisses Baekhyun's cheeks, then his nose, his chin, the corners of his mouth. Hugs him tight again, whispers into his ears, "Thank you. Thank you."

Above them, the streetlight continues to shine, warm and clear and brilliant.

Baekhyun is home, and he's here to stay.

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[incelkai]

so I just listened to despacito finally and uhhh if kyungsoo really loved us he’d cover it

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FAVORITE EXO NON-TITLE TRACKS  —

angel, baby don’t cry, heart attack, hurt, unfair, one and only, she’s dreaming, twenty four  [insp.]

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