Pairing: Chanyeol / Baekhyun
Summary: It's 6:30 when they meet.
Baekhyun left for work at 6 in the evening for his nightly job at the hospital as a nurse.
Chanyeol remembers this clearly.
They ate dinner together in the living room, discussing topics on the television and joking about their in-laws. It seemed like every other night.
When it was time to depart, Chanyeol remembers kissing Baekhyun on the forehead and lips as they said good-bye. After Baekhyun walked out the door, Chanyeol expected him to return in the early morning like he usually did, but it was different.
Later that night, Chanyeol doesn't know why Baekhyun reappeared in their living room barely thirty minutes after leaving.
Chanyeol's in the kitchen when he sees a figure from the corner of his eyes, sitting and silently watching the soundless programming on the television. He's startled, grabbing a knife before slowly approaching the figure.
"Hey," he says in a loud voice. "Who are you!?"
Slowly, the figure turned around and Chanyeol feels himself releasing a sigh of relief. "Baek?"
"Yeol," Baekhyun squeaks out in a ghostly whisper. "Chanyeol, Chanyeol, Chanyeol..."
Over and over again, Baekhyun chants his name like a mantra and doesn't stop until Chanyeol drops the knife and approaches him near the couch.
"What's wrong?" Chanyeol asks, looking concerned and frightened.
As Baekhyun stands up, Chanyeol looks him over. He looked fine in Chanyeol's eyes, but his calm features contradicted the tears rolling down his face.
"I love you," Baekhyun whimpers as Chanyeol cups his face, only to fidget when he felt the lack of body heat Baekhyun was emitting. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
Creasing his brows, Chanyeol held onto Baekhyun's face tighter, looking intently in the brunet's eyes. "I love you, too, Baek. Why're you cold? Did you forget your scarf?"
It was a stupid question. Chanyeol knows. Baekhyun's scarf was around his neck.
The smaller male's lips wobbles as he shakes his head. Raising his hands, he touches Chanyeol's forearms, gripping them with their frozen coldness. "The car, Chanyeol," he says, voice breaking as he sobs, "I wasn't being careful."
"It just happened, Chanyeol," Baekhyun goes on, losing his voice in places. "The weather was... and I...Chanyeol, I'm sorry."
Trying to get a grip of things, Chanyeol searches Baekhyun's eyes just as the smaller male is holding on even tighter to him. "What happened to the car? You're alright, aren't you? You're not hurt or anything?"
Baekhyun stays silent, unwilling to answer. Just as Chanyeol is about to ask again, the phone rings. He attempts to ignore it, but Baekhyun refuses.
"The phone is ringing."
"Answer the phone," the brunet insists.
"You haven't answered me--"
Loosening his hold, Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a soft look before he ultimately lets the man go.
"Pick up the phone," he says gently, encouraging his husband. "Pick up the phone and remember that I love you."
Knowing that Baekhyun would not stop being insistent, Chanyeol curses under his breath and goes to the kitchen to answer the phone.
It takes no more than two minutes on the line for Chanyeol's heart to fall into pieces and for his blood to freeze as cold as the man he had just touched.
Running back to the living room, he sees that no one is there anymore. The couch seemed untouched as if no one had sat on it. The lock on the door was still in place indicating that no one had walked out.
There was absolutely no sign of any other form of life.
And as Chanyeol stumbles back, putting a hand to his mouth, he doesn't know whether to cry of sadness or in fear.
To mourn the death of the husband he saw thirty minutes before or to fear the visit two minutes prior.