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If there was ever a list of one’s disabilities in life, Baekhyun’s list would be stated on a full-paged paper, front and back.
Having lost his eye-sight for about 4 years now, Baekhyun has done nothing but mistakes. His favorite hobby was to cook, though now all he does in the kitchen is groping around counters and struggling to even find the kitchen sink. If one would think in the midst of four years being blind, Baekhyun would have gotten used to his surroundings and the darkness — they were wrong. Baekhyun, sometimes, could not even walk properly without knocking over glasses.
If there was ever a list of one’s disabilities in life, Chanyeol’s list would have been empty.
Baekhyun’s husband, a tall and attractive lawyer from a steady firm, has been with him for 5 years — although Baekhyun only spent a year of seeing his face, he had always known that his husband is a catcher. Chanyeol had chosen to stay by his sight despite his disability to see. From then on, Baekhyun spends his days thanking Chanyeol for doing so.
Without his husband, where else would Baekhyun go?
But now that Baekhyun has been thinking about it — they weren’t exactly husbands anymore. They’re married, but their definition of a marriage doesn’t exactly make sense in Baekhyun’s mind anymore; they talk, they communicate, Chanyeol comes back later than ever and Baekhyun waits for him by the door like a desperate dog.
The term “making love” no longer exists in their marriage. Of course, Chanyeol still kisses him – the sweet, loving kisses that Baekhyun savors during the day and the bitter kisses Baekhyun tries to forget during the night.
It’s been two months since Chanyeol had properly touched him. Baekhyun was not complaining, he doesn’t have any rights to say anything despite being Chanyeol’s husband. He knows that Chanyeol has been working day and night for both of them, perhaps Chanyeol is always too tired to even hug him to sleep. Baekhyun, however, stays at home, doing nothing.
It wasn’t supposed to happen.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Baekhyun was a pianist, constantly performing at a small pub downtown with a monthly income enough to feed one mouth. He sings, sometimes — but singing was the exact reason why Chanyeol had approached him five years ago, asking him on a date and telling him that he should not sing any longer as it would attract more men. Baekhyun finds it ridiculous; Chanyeol’s demands of not letting him sing anymore, but Baekhyun also finds himself obeying.
“Chanyeol,” he whispers against the bed sheets, covering his whole face. He feels his husband shifting beside him, before turning over and slowly pulling the bed sheets away. He feels, he savors as Chanyeol trace his index finger on the bridge of Baekhyun’s nose.
All he sees is black, but he could sense that Chanyeol is smiling, so he smiles back. “Why won’t you make love to me anymore?”
Now, he feels Chanyeol tensing up, stiffening at his sudden question. Baekhyun bites his tongue in regret. “I’m sorry, forget that I asked.”
“Baekhyun…” Chanyeol says, his hand rubbing against Baekhyun’s arm in a friendly manner. “I…I’m kind of tired.”
“Okay,” Baekhyun nods. “That’s okay.”
And he expects Chanyeol to kiss him, passionate and tender, but all he receives is a small pat on his hair.
Chanyeol is probably preparing himself to sleep, as Baekhyun feels him move into a more comfortable position on the bed, facing the other way, but a question Baekhyun has been dying to ask is stuck onto his throat and Baekhyun wants the itch to go away.
“Are you using a new kind of cologne? You smell different.”
It’s true; Baekhyun always remembers how Chanyeol smelled like. Though now, he wasn’t quite comfortable with his husband smelling all fruity and sweet.
“Y-yeah,” he hears Chanyeol croak. “I am.”
Baekhyun turns to the warmer side of the bed, a pitiful excuse to stay closer to his husband and wrap his arm around Chanyeol’s waist. “It smells like perfume than it is cologne, though. Maybe you should buy another one?”
Slowly, Chanyeol removes Baekhyun’s hand off his body and distances himself. “Okay, Baekhyun.”
Dejected, Baekhyun lets his arm fall onto the mattress and pretends to sleep.
Although he really just wants to say, “I’m not stupid.”