Greetings to all dear friends and music fans. I'm so excited, I've never written a fanfic for this group before keke :)

It's okay to secretly fan this couple, no one knows. This fic is a one-shot fic that ends like a forty-five baht cartoon.

Drama? I don't know. I can't tell you because I don't know either. The issue is P'Fan's song.. I listened to it and a friend told me to try composing it.

When I see my child, I get married. A man loves a man. Gibbons have nothing to do with it. If you can accept it, you can read it. If you can't accept it, you must read it. You can't force it, just ask nicely. Hehe ^^

Thank you for the beautiful song and good Thai subtitles from

salynnAin 

Thank you!

open : 2014.09.04

The end : ????????

thank you

© themybutter

That person…..the person who once promised me that he would never leave me.

That person.....the person who tells me good night every night.

That person.....the person who said he would be with me forever.

That person....the person who tells me he loves me every day.

And that person.....the person who left me without any goodbyes.

'Tao, hurry up and go to bed, you have work early tomorrow.'

'Yes, I understand, Tui Jang. Sweet dreams.'

'Sweet dreams, naughty child. I love you.'

“Huh...dream again? When will I stop dreaming about that person? Huang Zitao is no longer here. He has already left you, please stop thinking about him!! Huh…” He held back a sob from escaping his thin lips. Every night he was shocked to wake up in the middle of the night with clear water slowly flowing from his beautiful, sharp eyes.

It was every night that he had to coldly think of the person who had hurt his feelings. Huang Zitao was not a strong person. He's weak..if it's about Wu. Yi Fan was a person who was known to be someone he loved and someone he hated at the same time.

“Tao…..is something wrong?” Baekhyun, who was in the moment of confusion, asked his junior through the darkness and silence of the room.

"No, it was nothing. Did I wake Baekhyun hyung? I'm sorry."

“Um, no problem. You can sleep now. Tomorrow we have early practice."

“Yes..Yes. Good night, Baekhyun.” He pursed his lips into a straight line so that the little senior wouldn't know that he was crying.

“Sweet dreams, naughty child.”

“Huh…” The sobs that he thought he had suppressed all this time escaped from his thin lips. This caused the little senior who was about to fall back to sleep to be startled and immediately got up and walked towards the junior.

“Tao...what's wrong with Tao? Why are you crying?”

"I..I hum. I miss him. I sleep with my eyes closed and all I can see is his face. Huh. What should I do? Huh."

“Shh~ Tao isn't enough. Go to sleep, you don't have to cry anymore." The little senior pulled the junior sitting in the middle of the bed into a comforting hug. The more he comforted him, Zitao had no signs of calming down. He heard this child wake up crying in the middle of the night every night. He knows..knows where Chris is going. He knows everything, only he...

Unable to speak to the person he was consoling.

“Sleep, Tao. Everything will be fine tomorrow morning. You don't have to think about that. Go to sleep, little one.” Baekhyun gently rubbed Zitao's head and gently pushed the little boy down on the bed.

“Sweet dreams, Baekhyun.”

“Good night Tao.” Baekhyun stood and looked at Zitao until he was sure that the crybaby was fast asleep, then slowly walked out of the bedroom to meet someone.

“Why did you come back? Go back....." He said in the darkness without any light to brighten the room.

“Tao, how are you?” The other party chose not to answer the question but chose to ask about someone. The person he came back here to take care of again.

“What do you think? Wake up crying in the middle of the night every night. Do you think he's still okay!?” At Baekhyun's voice, the lights in the living room lit up along with the figure of the person Baekhyun thought had wandered into the dark. I've gone to sleep.

“Tha...gray.”

“Why did you come back? Wu Yifan.”

TALK:

Slowly move a little at a time. And when will it end? It's still just the beginning. Let's be together first, you. I promise that it has to end. Seriously, it has to end, right?