When the pair parted, Chanyeol's eyes were downcast. Baekhyun glanced over his boyfriend, choosing his words carefully.

"Yeol? What's up?"

"I don't know." Chanyeol shooed off the question. "It's nothing. I just wish I could see normally, that's all." The giant's shifted the special sunglasses he wore.

"I'll come over today," Baekhyun made the executive decision, "We can do whatever you want. We can sit on the beige couch in your living room and I can try to explain colors to you again ad again. You won't get it, but you'll laugh and kiss me and tell me I'm doing a good job anyways, because you don't want me to pity you."

Chanyeol fiddled with his mood ring. Every bit of Baekhyun's little monologue was indeed the truth. The giant would always laugh and smile and support his little boyfriend. And he indeed didn't want to be pitied. "Alright. Let's go."

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I tell myself that this is not a priority, but I find myself popping in and writing almost daily. Logic.

I should be sleeping rn.

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