11 April 2016 @ 08:11 am

title: everlasting
rating: pg13
length: 5k
genre: romance, angst
pairing(s): chanyeol/baekhyun, implied yifan/baekhyun
description: he was promised an everlasting love; but not all promises were meant to be kept. and this one? it was destined to be broken.

If anyone asked, Baekhyun would say that his love for Chanyeol was inordinate. He would use words such as pure, shameless, passionate, intense, patient, and illogical to describe the man he cherished. Their love could only be described as everlasting; and an everlasting, devoted love was what they promised each other when they exchanged their vows under the soft veiled canopy on the beach where they’d first met. Baekhyun’s love for Chanyeol was boundless, and every moment he spent with Chanyeol was divine.

Their love was built on trust and a shared dream; the dream of building a happy family together. Of course, they each had their own dreams as well. For Chanyeol, he wanted financial stability; he yearned to rise up in the social ladder, and to be recognized as the great man that his parents had always wanted him to be. For Baekhyun, his dream was simply to stay by Chanyeol’s side; to be his comfort and his safe haven.

For Baekhyun, Chanyeol was his dream.

The first year of their marriage was pure bliss. After returning from their honeymoon - courtesy of Chanyeol’s parents - they both went back to work, focusing on their own careers. After a few short months, and countless hours of overtime, Chanyeol had received the promotion he’d been pining after. Baekhyun’s small bakery was doing sufficiently well also.

No matter how long the hours, or how tired they were by the end of the day, they both made sure to make time for each other. Every evening, Baekhyun would arrive home first and would begin his daily routine of preparing dinner. Chanyeol would come home shortly after, usually exhausted from the day’s work, but never too tired to wrap his his arms around his petite husband as the other man cooked. Baekhyun was never good at cooking, but what he made, he made with his love and soul; and Chanyeol would always eat every morsel. When dinner was finished, they would both tidy up together, usually alternating as one person washed the dishes while the other dried and put them away.

At the end of the night, they would both snuggle in bed, talking over their days. Chanyeol would animatedly rehash his day’s event with the business lingo that Baekhyun could never clearly comprehend; and Baekhyun would tell him about the few customers that he’d sparked conversation with that day. They were opposites, from two completely different worlds; but it was their differences that attracted them to each other. Chanyeol was the dependability that Baekhyun needed in his life, and Baekhyun was Chanyeol’s breath of fresh air.

Every night, before they closed their eyes and allowed sleep to overcome them, Baekhyun would stretch up to place a soft peck on Chanyeol’s lips; and Chanyeol would hug Baekhyun tight, burying his nose into the nook of the brunet’s neck and inhaling the soft, powdery scent that was distinctly Baekhyun.

As with any relationship, disagreements were bound to arise. Their fights never lasted long, however, usually only stretching to a maximum of four hours before one of them - usually Chanyeol - caved in and apologized.

“Come on, B,” Chanyeol whined, trailing after the petite brunet with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “I said I was sorry.”

Baekhyun huffed as he tried to hide his smile. He’d forgiven Chanyeol the moment the man walked through the door with the familiar pout and flowers in hand; but Chanyeol didn’t need to know that.

“Baekhyunnn,” Chanyeol whined again, taking the few steps necessary in order to intercept Baekhyun, blocking his way. “Look, they’re your favorite,” Chanyeol said, showing off the pale lilacs.

Baekhyun couldn’t hold back the smile anymore as he’d taken the flowers, sniffing them gently. “You remembered.”

“Of course I remembered,” Chanyeol said, framing Baekhyun’s shoulders with his hands. “Purple lilacs stand for first love - our love.” Baekhyun placed the flowers down, stood on his toes, and wrapped his arms around Chanyeol’s neck. “Do you forgive me now?”

“Of course I forgive you, Giant.”

It wasn’t that they fought often; they were both really good with letting the other know their feelings. Their biggest disagreement had been during their third year of marriage, when Baekhyun had told Chanyeol that he wanted to expand their family.

“Yeol, let’s adopt a baby.”

Chanyeol paused, lowering his coffee mug back down as he observed his husband. “Baekhyun, I thought we’d agreed that we would focus on our careers first.”


“We don’t have the time for a kid right now.”


“And we’re happy the way we are-“

“NO!” Baekhyun slammed his hands on the table, efficiently shutting Chanyeol up. “You wanted to focus on your career. You don’t have time for a kid right now. You think we’re happy, but I’m not, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widened at Baekhyun’s outburst, but he remained quiet as Baekhyun continued, his eyes becoming more and more wet with each word.

“I’ve always supported you, Chanyeol, but enough is enough. I barely get to see you anymore; we barely even talk anymore. You’re always at work, and when you come home you’re always so tired that you just shower and then sleep. We used to spend so much time together…” Baekhyun stood, taking the few steps over to Chanyeol. “All of this,” he gestured to their spacious flat, “it all means nothing to me without you; if I can’t be with you. I’d rather be homeless and be able to spend every waking moment with you than live in luxury and never get to see you. I don’t need all of this, Chanyeol,” he placed a gentle hand upon Chanyeol’s shoulder. “I just need you. I need us, together. I need a family.”

They’d decided to hold off on adopting, but Chanyeol had surprised Baekhyun one day, coming home with a small puppy in his arms.

“For now,” Chanyeol had promised. “The puppy can keep you company in my place for now. Just give me a little bit more time, B. Things will get better as soon as I get this promotion. Then we’ll take the next step; then we’ll expand our family, okay?”

Baekhyun had nodded, reluctantly agreeing. A dog would never be able to take Chanyeol’s place; it wouldn’t be able to embrace him like Chanyeol; or kiss him, sending shivers down his spine and give him butterflies in his stomach like Chanyeol; but for now, a puppy would do.

The moment he saw Buddy he was in love; the three-month old Bichon Frise puppy had scampered into Baekhyun’s life and stolen his heart.

“Isn’t he so cute?” he had asked, holding the squirming ball of white fluff for Chanyeol to see. “He’s perfect, Chanyeol. Thank you!”

“As long as you like it.”

Buddy had done a good job in keeping Baekhyun distracted; but he didn’t make Baekhyun forget. There was still that empty feeling he felt every morning when he saw Chanyeol off to work; and the bed still remained cold as he settled in for sleep at the end of the day. Buddy was Chanyeol’s way of making it up to him; to make him feel less alone. While the dog had done a sufficient job in keeping Baekhyun occupied, the pitiful look that Buddy gave Baekhyun every morning when he left for work mirrored Baekhyun’s expression when Chanyeol raced out of the house, and reminded him of how lonely he truly was.

The second bump in their relationship emerged not long after they’d celebrated their fourth anniversary.

Chanyeol had started coming home later and later; sometimes, he wouldn’t even come home at all. Baekhyun was left to succumb to a fitful sleep most nights, only to wake in the morning, dejected, to find the other half of the bed untouched.

On some occasions, Chanyeol wouldn’t return home for days, his excuse being that he had to go on business trips.

“You’ve never had to go on business trips before,” Baekhyun had pointed out sadly when he’d received the call from his husband telling him he wouldn’t be home for a week. “Why so much now?”

“I’m rising up the ladder, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol had sighed in response. “They trust me now.”

What began as a few days turned into weeks; and the weeks turned into months. On the rare occasion that Chanyeol was home, he would always be too tired to do anything.

“Chanyeol, do you want to watch a movie?”

“I’m tired Baekhyun.”

‘You’re always tired nowadays…’ Baekhyun would leave their room gloomily, gathering Buddy in his arms as he sat for the rest of the night on the couch blankly staring at the moving pictures on the screen.

“Chanyeol, I made dinner.”

“I’m not hungry. You eat by yourself.”

‘I’m always eating by myself…’

“Your parents called, they want us to come visit soon.”

“You go, I don’t have the time.”

‘You have all the time in the world, Chanyeol. You just never have the time for me anymore…’

Baekhyun wished he could turn back time.

Back to the first moments they shared together as a new couple. To their shy glances and stolen kisses. He wanted to remember; to relive those days when Chanyeol would get flustered every time he was late for their dates. He wanted to engrain into his memory the looks of adoration the taller male would give him every time he saw him; every time he pulled him into his embrace.

He wanted to go back to the time when Chanyeol cared.

He wished he could just go back to the time when Chanyeol loved him.

He’d noticed the subtle changes in Chanyeol, from the change of cologne to the different style of clothing. He would notice that his husband always seemed happier leaving the house than returning. He never wanted to admit it, though, because admitting it would mean defeat. And Byun Baekhyun was far too stubborn to admit that he’d chosen wrong; that he’d placed his trust and all of his love in the wrong person.

The bright red lipstick stain on the collar of Chanyeol’s crisp, white shirt made ignoring a much harder feat.

The room was abuzz with business men and women alike, most in their later years of life. A sudden sense of pride hit him as he looked around, noticing that his husband was among the few younger people. It seemed that Chanyeol’s hard work and effort had paid off after all, resulting in him being the youngest Operations Manager the company had ever had.

“Who’s this?” Baekhyun asked, walking up to stand beside Chanyeol as he offered the shapely woman a courteous smile.

“Ryleigh,” Chanyeol had responded curtly. “She’s my secretary.”

Baekhyun nodded, offering his hand to Ryleigh. “Hello, I’m Baekhyun, Chanyeol’s husband.”

He didn’t miss the way Ryleigh tensed before extending her hand to him, nor did he miss the silent exchange between her and his husband when they thought he wasn’t looking. And as he walked away, he couldn’t help but think about how Ryleigh’s lipstick color matched perfectly to the stain he’d found on his husband’s collar just a few weeks back.

He sometimes wondered if there was anything he could have done to save their marriage; if there was anything he could have said to make Chanyeol stay by his side. As he lie in bed at the end of the night, curled up with his legs towards his chest, one arm wrapped around Buddy and the other wrapped around the framed picture from their wedding, Baekhyun wondered if Chanyeol ever missed him.

Chanyeol rarely came home anymore; even less than before.

“Will you be home tomorrow?”


“Can’t you just come home?” Baekhyun asked, practically begging. “Just for one night?”

“I’m busy,” Chanyeol replied before the click of the phone indicated that he’d hung up.

‘But tomorrow….it’s our anniversary.’

The moonlight illuminating through the open window, along with the dim glow of the muted television in front of him, gave just enough light for him to read that it was quarter past midnight.

Chanyeol was late again.

He mindlessly grabbed the cooled cup of tea off of the coffee table, bringing it to his lips as his eyes remained trained on the door. Every so often he would glance down at his watch again, only to look up in disappointment as the time continued to tick by, but Chanyeol was still nowhere in sight.

He didn’t know when he fell asleep, but the sound of a closing door was what woke him from his slumber. The light peeking through from under the door, along with the sound of the shower being turned on, confirmed that Chanyeol had finally returned home. Baekhyun got up from the couch, padding over towards the bedroom. He could hear Chanyeol’s soft humming; the sweet melody of the song Chanyeol had written for him echoed in his ears as he passed by the bathroom, bringing to him a sense of melancholy as he pulled back the covers on the bed and fluffed the pillows to Chanyeol’s liking. He’d just settled into bed when Chanyeol walked in, hair still wet from his shower, and a towel around his shoulders.

“You’re still awake?”

Baekhyun nodded, taking off his glasses and placing them on the nightstand. He eyed Chanyeol as he towel-dried his hair before climbing into bed.

“Go to bed, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol said, turning over to his side, his back facing Baekhyun. “And next time, don’t wait up for me.”

Baekhyun wanted to respond; to tell Chanyeol that he wanted to wait up for him. That he needed to. That he couldn’t sleep unless Chanyeol was by his side. But his words caught in his throat, and he was forced to swallow them as Chanyeol reached over to turn off the light, enveloping the room in darkness.

“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun whispered after a few moments of silence. “Are you cheating on me?”

Chanyeol stiffened beside him, his shoulders becoming rigid, but he didn’t offer any response. Baekhyun dejectedly lied down, hugging the blankets closer to himself as he lets the first drop of many tears fall.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting it, but the manilla folder sitting on the kitchen counter made Baekhyun’s heart drop down to his stomach. With trembling fingers, he reached in, pulling out the stack of papers, the dark words printed on them so defined against the white background.

Dissolution of Marriage Report

Plaintiff: Park Chanyeol

He couldn’t see anything else written on the paper as his vision began to blur; as the tears began to fall when the reality of their broken marriage hit him full force. Sinking down to his knees, Baekhyun let the tears freely fall; forgetting his pride as he sobbed for all he was worth; for all their love was worth.

Baekhyun had curled up on the couch with Buddy in his lap, staring blankly at the door; hoping and praying that it would open. That Chanyeol would walk through with his goofy smile and tell him that it was all a joke; that everything would be okay.

But Chanyeol did not come home that night; and when morning came, when the soft glow of sunlight snuck through the blinds into the room, Baekhyun had accepted their fate. He was all out of tears, having cried all night, so when he looked down at the intricate ring on his hand - the symbol of their promise to each other - he could only laugh.

When Chanyeol did finally come home, Baekhyun was in the process of packing up his belongings.

“What are you doing?” Chanyeol asked, alarm flashing across his face for a short second before he schooled his expression to show indifference.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Baekhyun replied, too drained to argue. If he’d had any energy left, he would’ve screamed; he would’ve yelled at Chanyeol and demanded an explanation. If he hadn’t spent all of his energy on the tears shed, he would have begged Chanyeol to changed his mind; to stay with him. “I’m packing.”


“I can’t stay here, Chanyeol…”

“Where are you going to go?”

“I’ll be staying with Kris for now,” Baekhyun responded, sneaking a glance at his soon-to-be-ex husband for any sign of reaction. Kris was Baekhyun’s best friend who he’d known since high school; and Kris and Chanyeol had always been rivals - always competing for Baekhyun’s attention. “Until I find somewhere else,” he added on, not sure why he even felt the need to explain. Chanyeol had nodded, but didn’t say anything; his lack of response only sent another stab to Baekhyun’s heart.

The silence between them was deafening as Baekhyun slowly placed item after item into the cardboard box, and Chanyeol watched him from the couch, his eyes boring into the papers laying atop the manilla envelope on the coffee table, unsigned.

“Stay here tonight,” Chanyeol said as he watched Baekhyun tape the last box closed.


“It’s late. Just for tonight.”

Baekhyun wanted to say no; he wanted to save what was left of his pride, but one look at Chanyeol and he found himself nodding, silently agreeing. He had yielded again when Chanyeol insisted he slept on the bed rather than to where he was headed - the couch.

As they got ready for bed that night, neither of them spoke. As Baekhyun crawled into bed, he watched as Chanyeol continued on with his routine like nothing was wrong; like they weren’t going to go their separate ways when morning came. Like he hadn’t just shattered Baekhyun’s heart with four words printed on a sheet of paper. As Chanyeol laid down to sleep that night, Baekhyun realized he was closer to him then he’d been the past couple months.

Before he fell asleep that night, Baekhyun swore he heard Chanyeol inhale softly, taking in his scent like he’d always done before; but maybe it was all his imagination, because when he turned around to look, Chanyeol was already fast asleep.

He woke up early the next morning - if you could even call it waking up; all night, Baekhyun had laid in bed staring at Chanyeol’s sleeping form. Memories of their past played through his head like a film, and Baekhyun found himself crying, yet again, as he thought about the possibilities that could’ve awaited them…if only things weren’t like this. They’d planned so much for their future, but all of that seemed so distant and lost now.

As the sky started to color outside, before the light could flush into the room and wake Chanyeol up, Baekhyun was dressed and ready to go. He glanced around the flat one last time, saying goodbye to the place that he’d called home for the last five years as he passed by the bureau with the framed picture of him and Chanyeol during their honeymoon. Smiling sadly, Baekhyun placed the manilla envelope with the signed papers in front of the picture along with his wedding band.

His hand shook as he reached for the doorknob. Turning back to look towards the bedroom one last time, Baekhyun felt a single tear escape him as he quietly opened the door.


His heart shattered along with the resounding click of the door. Hands clenched at his sides, Baekhyun took the first step away; away from everything he’d thought was perfect. Away from his pure and shameless and passionate love. Away from Park Chanyeol.

He was promised an everlasting love.

But not all promises were meant to be kept.

And this one?

It was destined to be broken.

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