(no subject)
-please don't make me choose between you and my career.
-I'm not asking you to choose me.
I'm asking you to choose love.
I'm asking you to choose happiness.
...
Three words. Eight letters. Say it, and I'm yours.
...
baekhyun blinked once.
"friendship."
chanyeol's chest tightened. he inhaled sharply as the camera panned over.
"love." he exhaled. even as chanyeol's heart was shattering, rejected in perhaps the cruelest way he could imagine, he still answered proudly.
...
this time baekhyun stared straight at the camera. chanyeol was completely out of his field of vision now.
"success" he answered firmly.
chanyeol felt a tidal wave crashed over him. he resisted the urge to bring his hands to his neck to ease the suffocation.
"happiness" this time he answered breathlessly, hopelessly, as happiness was robbed from him for the first time.
...
was he unconsciously even a little bit relieved that now he would not have to carry the guilt of robbing baekhyun of his career? of all their careers?