I Guess You Were Sleeping I'm Sorry If I Woke You It's Not That I Had Anything To Say To You I Just Wanted To Hear Your Voice
I Guess You Were Sleeping I'm Sorry If I Woke You It's Not That I Had Anything To Say To You I Just Wanted To Hear Your Voice
I Guess You Were Sleeping I'm Sorry If I Woke You It's Not That I Had Anything To Say To You I Just Wanted To Hear Your Voice
Baekhyun calls.
It takes a full six rings because its well past two in the morning regardless that its a weekend night, and
Baekhyun is tempted to just give up in the middle of the sixth ring. His hand is about to pull the phone away from
his ear when theres a click and a deep, familiar (full of warmth and it melts Baekhyun from the inside out and its
like molten chocolate in his ear and its everything he remembers and he hates it and hedespises it), Hello?
Baekhyun wonders if Chanyeol knows whos calling (wonders if Chanyeol kept Baekhyuns number).
Hey, he says, and doesnt know how to go on.
Baekhyun-ah? Chanyeols voice is laced with sleep, making it even deeper than usual, a little throaty,
plenty husky, and Baekhyun has to close his eyes for a moment to will away everything that begs to lurch up
through his body and into his throatchoking him.
Theres a pauseChanyeol pausesand Baekhyun can all too easily hear the mumble of an unfamiliar voice
in the background. Its not quite as deep as Chanyeols but nearly so, and thick with sleep just as Chanyeols is.
He hears Chanyeol responda light laugh, a rustle of sheets, dead silence for a moment, and then
Chanyeols back on with an apologetic, Sorry bout thatwhat was I saying?
Baekhyun wishes Chanyeol had never picked up.
WI meanyou can call him Kris, Chanyeol says slowly and theres something thoughtful to his tone.
Baekhyun blinks. What dyou mean I can call him Kris? Thats not his name?
Theres a smile, most certainly, and Baekhyun can hear that smile as Chanyeol says, He went to school
abroad for a whilegot used to being called by more than one name.
Do you call him Kris? Baekhyun licks his lipsswallows again.
Nah, Chanyeol answers. Grappled his real name out of himgave me hell for it though.
And everything airy, everything bright and happy and content and satisfied is in Chanyeols voice with that
sentenceobviously theres a fond memory to that, a fond moment shared to be tucked and stored away in whats
clearly an amazing relationship. Baekhyun has to remind himself to breathe for a moment, has to grope around
inside of himself to find his voice again. Oh, he ends up saying yet again because what else is there?
We should hang out soon, Chanyeol says. I want you to meet him.
And Baekhyun laughs that off as best he can because he can barely keep himself upright just talking to
Chanyeol over the phonehe hardly thinks looking at Chanyeol in the eyes, in person, would go over well. Even
more so if Chanyeol is bringing Kris and expects Baekhyun to remain on his feet without breaking down right there
on the streets. Baekhyun never should have called and Chanyeol never should have answered his phone (and
Baekhyun is furious nowfrustrated and angry because why did Chanyeol have to pick up the callhe shouldve
seen Baekhyuns name and ignored itshould have just gone on sleeping so Baekhyun couldve gone on with his
life).
Its been six months and Baekhyun thought it was okay. Its supposed to be okay by now. Hes told
Kyungsoo and Minseok that its okay.
Its not.
Maybe, Baekhyun deliberates. After all the holiday shit is over though.
Chanyeol laughs. Damn straight.
Baekhyun takes another deep breath. I should go nowlate.
The other end is silent for a moment, before theres another sleepy rustleas though Chanyeol is shifting
back into bed, and theres a the tiny creak of a mattress spring. Me too, Chanyeol murmurs, low and warm (and
its like coming homethe voice that Baekhyuns associated with home for too long that now he has to leave it after
just minutes ensconced in that beautiful familiarity).
Night, Chanyeol-ah, Baekhyun whispers.
A sleepy smileeasily heard. Gnight, and the click of Chanyeol hanging up.