Byun Baekhyun || EXO, EXO-CBX, Solo, SuperM || Angel!AU

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When you made Baekhyun promise that no matter what happened, no matter where you both went, he would always come home to you - and you to him. It was a promised made when he enlisted in the Army because you wouldn't see each other for two years.

But he came home, he came back to you and things were alright - until the car accident.

He should have survived, he wasn't in the wrong so how come the other driver, who failed to abide by the traffic laws and caused the accident, was walking out of hospital while you are sitting on the floor by Baekhyun's bed, struggling to accept that he has passed away.

Months passed; life isn't the same without him and you barely managed to make it through each day without feeling the emptiness of his bubbly and bright presence.

"I wish you were here," you mutter, the tightness in your chest gripping at you when you look at the date - two days until your anniversary and you'll be celebrating it alone. "It's too quiet here without you."

"You don't have to be without me," a voice, sounding strikingly like Baekhyun's but with a gentle chime to it, comes from behind you. You spin around, only to see nothing; a hand rests on your shoulder and you look back, only to see Baekhyun.

You freeze, sure you've finally lost the plot because Baekhyun is there, solid and clear as day but there's a light around him, a soft shimmer that seems to be emitting from him instead of the light source.

"What's the matter, baby? Didn't you miss me?" You turn to face him; you are sure your mind is playing tricks on you but you don't care. You touch his face gently, feeling smooth skin underneath your shaking fingertips and tears fall down your face when you feel calm seeping through you.

"You're home, even if it's not really you, you're home." You whisper; Baekhyun leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling you into his embrace and allowing his warmth to envelope you and heal your broken heart.

"It's really me, Y/N." His voice breaks a little as he squeezes you tighter, "I've come home to you, like promised."

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