Constant Reminder
Prompt(?)
Baekyeol
Slight angst / fluff / love / distant love
medium(ish)
a/n: feel free to correct / unbeta(ed)
Summary: After being caught my baekhyun's mother, they find their love constricted, only to be satisfied by routine belonging looks.
They only looked at each other. The pressure of constant gazes and eyes were all they had.
It’s a fact that neither of them knows anything more that than, not anymore at least.
Leaving the house at the same time every day, walking the same path to school every day, attending the same classes every day, it was all a well known routine, even the eyes belonged to said routine, not one out of place from each other.
Only families and friends changed. Not that they cared. Families couldn’t know. And friends only noticed but failed to give importance to it.
Walking past each other and looking, or was it longing the appropriate word. None of them knew.
The constant reminders were themselves, their minds and their hearts, longing for one another. Only words were discharged of use between them. Not necessary, vulgar and indeed troublesome.
The lunch time that was also a routine, separate tables in the same direction. The only change was that no looks were needed when the voices could be heard by one another. Chanyeol pretended to smile to Kris while listening to Baekhyun’s laughter and Baekhyun feigning interest in kyungsoo’s antics while listening to Chanyeol’s grave voice.
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Two boys, sitting in a room, being inseparable.
In a second over a book the look of one’s eye could not be separate from the other, the attraction called for their hearts, and none of them could have the mind to resist fate.
Sealing the souls with a kiss was more than enough for them to know who they belonged to, but as seconds went by so did the opportunity of being together, prejudice ... prejudice ... prejudice
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No more words were spoken, only years passed by, threatening to transform reality into dreams and dreams into foam.
Upon a fateful routine once again, waiting to come true was the prospect of something more, upon a stumbling and a careful lift, the look had never been closer, remembering the lazy afternoon, and faces drawn together.
Seconds have passed but only looks kept them apart and together, not moving and not standing. Friends were looking at the eventful scene, with nothing to say, but merely admiring the fact that the so much needed reunion was bound to happen and finally perceiving.
Some words spoken, enough to make them realize the space surrounding them, both reaching a hand to the other, holding tight as if disappearance was again bound to happen. Walking hand in hand trough hallways and cork boards finally finding a peaceful and so ignored place, they were able to touch.
Fire spreading from fingers, to faces, to necks and finally lips. The same fire burning tears that were now falling freely from each other, tears that promised future plans and secret encounters. Tears of longing, hopes and even dreams that were now reversing from foam to reality.
Words were still not needed, vulgar and indeed troublesome if found out. Only looks and touches that promised a life together.