In the bright earliness of the morning, there was really no way that Byun Baekhyun would have been wide awake and ready to do anything, nor go anywhere. In fact, he was curled in his bed. Not sleeping, but curled there, finding solitude (his apartment had never seemed too big for him, but lately, it was beginning to look a little too spacious; he had taken the previous day to attempt at hanging up some pretty— and ridiculously overpriced— paintings, to lessen the monotonous feel of the entire apartment. From under his sheets, he tapped his fingers against one another and thought to himself, silently— he was not sleeping, but he was not wide awake, either. He had watched the sunrise, and could not fall back asleep, then remained in the wavering state of mind. The riffs of an electric guitar blared through the speakers of his smartphone, and he threw the covers to the side— the very first note of the ringtone had already declared the identity of the caller to him (it was easy to differentiate the custom ringtones he had set for his contacts, and this was just something he had committed to memory).
Slender fingers quickly slid across the matte screen of the M8, and he accepted the call, quickly responding. It came as a surprise to him, because there was hardly ever a time that Sanha actually personally came to visit him (not wait until Baekhyun came to find him, or sent him a barrage of texts, whining about missing him), let alone actually inviting the younger man out somewhere. He did not know where they could possibly be going, but his gut instinct would be to just listen to the other man (his instinct would always tell him to do anything Sanha instructed of him— that was a kind of trust that was so terribly rare in the young cosmetics artist). He had never bounced out of his bed so quickly, and he dressed at the speed of light— his fingers uncapped the kohl pen on his night stand, and he is suddenly so glad for the wide, wall length, mirror which he had set right in front of his bed. He quickly lined his eyes, and then he was flying out of his room.
Everything, when it came to Sanha, was prioritized with speed which he could not ever learn to slack. He meant that much. Deft fingers unlock his phone, and he disarmed the security system from his phone, before opening the door. He was breathless when he offered a small smile, “Sheng, hi!”
He waited, patiently for once and didn’t bother to rap his knuckles against the wood of a closed door. Because Baekhyun had answered him, he had picked up his phone and if Luka knew him right, he’d come soon. Just like he needed him to. His mind was so empty, he was so completely out of himself that he barely registered the way his fingers had curled against his palm, how fingernails dug harshly enough into his skin to almost break it, not until he let go and stared at crescent-shaped marks. They stung, of course they did, but not enough to make the ache in his chest give out. He wasn’t really sure, why he had gone outside like this, why he had found himself by Baekhyun’s door so effortlessly. Why the idea had popped into his head so quickly. He hadn’t slept properly for days, and for a moment he wondered if he was going insane, acting up in a manner he didn’t recognize like this. But he knew, he knew so well that it made him want to cry out in sheer agony. Because he was losing the battle against himself, and never in his life had he felt such a strong urge to end himself. To just.. place a single call and give away his location. His name — every piece of information that would quickly turn lethal in the wrong hands.
His head hung low, the sound of the lock being turned making it snap back up, making Luka straighten himself. Because even though he had called Baekhyun out like this, for his own selfish needs, he didn’t want him to know. He trusted him, of course he did, better than anyone else. But Luka was still reluctant to burden the younger with his own problems. With the things that made his soul ache so badly. He had to swallow back so many words, tense every muscle in his body not to act in a manner he usually wouldn’t. He was never the one to engage in embraces first, never touched, never bothered to express his affection for the younger male physically, not even in the smallest way. Not even now, when he needed it so desperately. Instead he flashed his signature grin, head tilting to the side to let raven bangs fall to cover his eyes, to hide broken shards of hope reflected in hazel hues. “ Hey. ” He uttered a bit more lowly than he would have usually. “ Are you ready to get going? ” He questioned, quirking a brow albeit knowing it couldn’t really be seen.
“ I have somewhere we need to go, and we don’t have much time.” He then explained, shrugging his shoulders lazily. “ Meaning you need to hurry. ”
Because if I know myself right,
This might be the last time
I’ll be able to do something like this with you.