Halcyon (Chanbeak - EXO) by Chr0meHearts, Thai translation by kieinf

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Halcyon by Chr0meHearts@Asianfanfics (Chanbaek of EXO)

English version, original link: http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/586863/halcyon-angst-exo-baekhyun-chanyeol-baekyeol-chanbaek

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Baekhyun Chanyeol (

EXO)

Subtitles

two strangers With two completely different lives

But they have one dream in common.

And there's only one chance to be happy.

group

Drama, twists

“Are you really going to help me?”

“Help already, Baek.”

Our lives are extremely fragile.

Introduction

Chanyeol never expected him to text. Never once, but deep down under his own dignity and expectation There is always hope that shines in the dim light hidden. small wish that the stranger had recorded his phone number Or maybe he remembered it at all.

And if that's the case Chanyeol hoped that the stranger would contact him back. He didn't care how long he had to wait for that stranger's phone call, he would wait.

Halcyon

It is a time in the past when we were happy in a quiet and beautiful place.

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Halcyon

Our lives are a delicate matter.

A loud sigh escaped Chanyeol's lips as he stood up to his full height. His back leaned against the smooth concrete wall of the train station. The platform was now full of people rushing about with briefcases in hand. They glanced up at the clock displayed on the wall. which is next to the clock It is a message showing the estimated time the train will arrive.

Chanyeol frowns. His lips pressed together into a thin line. He shook his head, ruffling his mahogany hair that was obscuring the view in front of him. before using your tongue to press against the roof of your mouth Try not to roll your eyes in frustration.

He wishes people would take things a little slower. Enjoy life the way it was meant to be lived. Living life without much Whatever will happen, let it happen. There was no need to hurry and just stare down at the ground like this. People ignore the beauty that life has to offer. There is no little thing that will make you smile.

They lost it without ever understanding it.

After quickly shaking my hair back and forth Chanyeol successfully brushed his own dark hair out of sight. He began to feel relaxed. Broad shoulders wrapped inside a denim shirt. Chanyeol slowly pushes himself away from the wall. before starting to walk towards the platform I suddenly noticed the people around me pushing their hands back and forth to ask for directions.

At the front end of the platform There sat a small, thin-looking boy in a simple cotton shirt. His coffee-colored hair was brushed in the same direction. Young boy uses two small hands His own friends held the umbrella tightly.

Chanyeol chuckles to himself as he looks up at the cauliflower-shaped sky above. But wait, where can you see the clouds here?

This child was like a masterpiece of art. He held onto his umbrella and tossed and turned as if his life depended on it. Maybe he could hold it for someone? Or maybe he was prepared. In case any unexpected events happen Chanyeol himself wasn't sure why.

But he felt a small smile The lines on his face began to widen more and more.

The ear-splitting sound of the train caught Chanyeol's attention and he turned to look. The train has just arrived at the station. The car's wheels scraped loudly against the tracks below as it tried to stop. The people around the platform were pushing and rushing towards him in an uproar. Struggling to line up through the train's automatic sliding doors without stopping.

Chanyeol walked towards the edge of the platform. He sighed again and found himself standing behind a large group of people. Each of them jumped back and forth impatiently. His neck cranes to look for an empty seat inside.

Chanyeol finally got onto the train. He chose to sit in the window seat. Chanyeol placed his bag over his shoulder on the empty seat next to him and stared out the window as the train started to pull away. Outside, the window shows a beautiful view of Seoul. A metropolis that never stops developing itself.

There was a soft coughing sound. next to Chanyeol Loud enough for him to hear He slowly looked away from the view outside and found himself face to face with a child wearing a loose cotton shirt. The young man's two hands still held the plastic umbrella tightly as usual. The new boy tilted his head to the seat next to Chanyeol where he had placed his bag. “I'm sorry,” he said, “but what's the matter?”

Chanyeol quickly shook his head and moved his bag onto his lap. The boy gratefully sat down on the seat next to him and placed his plastic umbrella under his feet. After staring at each other for the last time They didn't utter another word.

The two chose to look out the window on opposite sides. Decided to ignore each other

The train continued to move for about an hour. Most of the passengers had already gotten off the bus. But Chanyeol was still sitting. His eyes were fixed on the window. As for the boy, he still sat silently beside him.

Some objects are lightly touched. on his shoulder Chanyeol looked away from the scenery outside the city. The boy was sleeping next to him, his head resting on Chanyeol's shoulder, a small smile appearing on his face as he gently brushed the hair out of the other's eyes.

Chanyeol stared at the boy sleeping next to him for a moment before furrowing his brows together. If he woke up and saw Chanyeol staring at him, he'd be damned. Chanyeol tried to sit back in his original position. He moved slowly so as not to disturb the sleepy young man beside him. He turned to look out the window again. Once with a smile still on his face

But then something distracted his attention.

A piece of paper that he had scrambled all the way, which was now in a completely battered state. about to fall on the ground The young man was in such a state of unconsciousness that he could no longer hold it.

Chanyeol immediately grabbed the paper without thinking. He gently smoothed the paper back so that it didn't wiggle any further. Then he placed it on his lap. He quickly read the words on the paper and sighed thoughtfully.

/go to an amusement park/

/Watch the sunset on the Ferris wheel/

/get to know someone/

Chanyeol's eyebrows furrowed as he began to read the messages one after another. There were many things written on the list but there were also some that Chanyeol thought were strange. Ordinary story An ordinary thing that everyone must do at least once in their life.

/Cook food to eat at home/

/Make someone smile/

/Buy balcony decoration paintings/

/surprise someone/

/Fall in love with someone/

Chanyeol's big eyes widened as he realized what kind of list he was reading. It was strange. Chanyeol dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pen. Then open the casing. He grabbed a crooked piece of paper and taped it to the train window and wrote his phone number and a promise on it.

“I'll help you make this list,” he muttered softly. and put the pen in the coat pocket

Chanyeol folded the paper back and forth until it became a small piece. placed in the palm of his hand It was small and far from beautiful. But it would definitely make this strange boy smile when he saw it. That's right, Chanyeol thought. Waking up must feel good.

Chanyeol looked out the window again. I understand that I am about to arrive at a small rural station. in the city where his sister already lived. He placed his hand on the sleeping stranger's shoulder. Chanyeol slowly stood up, keeping his balance.

Chanyeol let out a small smile as he turned to look at the owner of the sleeping figure again. Scenery of the countryside Various things appeared around him as the train stopped. The automatic sliding door opened. Chanyeol looked at the boy one last time before stepping off the train. He took out his phone from his pocket and held it in his hand.

Chanyeol didn't expect much that a stranger would contact him. He knew that if he himself woke up and found his phone number written on his list like this, He probably wasn't even interested in watching anything. But Chanyeol had already made up his mind. And whether that strange young man would contact him or not. He will happily fulfill his promise.

Chanyeol never expected him to text. Never once, but deep down under his own dignity and expectations There is always hope that shines through the darkness. small wish that the stranger had recorded his phone number

Or maybe he remembered it at all. And if that's what you want Chanyeol hoped that the stranger would contact him back. He didn't care how long he had to wait for that stranger's phone call, he would wait.

That strange boy didn't need to call if he was uncomfortable with Chanyeol's actions. A simple solution like 'Hey, I received your message. Thank you for the offer.' That's enough. But this is what Chanyeol received in return. Well, something like that.

/‘Are you really going to help me?’/

That day, Chanyeol couldn't suppress the smile on his face. After receiving the response he had always been waiting for.

“True,” Chanyeol muttered while chuckling to himself.

With the hope of meeting again Chanyeol immediately arranged a meeting with a strange boy who didn't even know his name.

In fact, Chanyeol wasn't sure why he was so eager to meet someone he'd only exchanged a few words with. Maybe it's because I'm a simple-minded person who loves fun. Therefore causing Chanyeol to act like this.

Finally, the day had arrived when the two of them would meet again. Chanyeol hurriedly jumped up and took long steps. Walk to the train station. The idea of ​​meeting that child a second time to help him pursue his life goals was overwhelming. Makes all the stress that Chanyeol used to have fade away.

It also made his previously dark day brighter. Well, at least for Chanyeol.

Chanyeol shakes his head with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He ran his thumb across the screen of his mobile phone. then chuckled They came out in a good mood.

This morning, the weather in the city is quite cold. Many tall buildings create a small place. to protect from the cold wind that blows Chanyeol tightens his dark blue scarf around his neck to protect himself from the cold. All around him were snow-covered trees and a frozen lake glistening in the soft sunlight.

What a fitting meeting place. Chanyeol looked around, but the boy he met on that train hadn't come yet.

Chanyeol frowned and sighed as steam appeared in front of him. He knew what that stranger looked like. But Chanyeol didn't know who he was. Chanyeol narrowed his dark eyes and looked across the lake.

There, a familiar-looking figure sat. He used a dark green scarf to hide his lower face from the wind. And wears a jacket with brass buttons for a great figure.

He sat on a small wooden bench not too far from Chanyeol. His gloved hand was tearing into pieces of bread. for the flock of ducks that follow. around his ankles Chanyeol stopped watching for a moment. He watched as the boy laughed happily at the greedy ducks competing for the biggest piece of bread. Before Chanyeol wrapped his arms around him with a relaxed feeling.

different kinds of anxiety The feelings he had felt were replaced by excitement as he stared at the cheerful boy who was feeding the ducks. Chanyeol adjusted his thick coat and started walking towards the outskirts of the lake. before sitting down on the small bench next to The brown-haired boy suddenly flinched.

“I'm glad you made it to the rendezvous safely,” he said, nodding his head. Chanyeol twitched a small smile. It comes out around the upper corner of the mouth. “My name is Chanyeol.”

The young man looked at him for a moment before looking away and moving his gloves.

“I'm Baekhyun. Are you really going to help me with that program?” he asked in a voice that was no more than a whisper. Chanyeol nodded again. His eyes softened.

“True.”

Baekhyun sighed loudly, shaking his head. He turned to look at his feet swaying on the bench instead of Chanyeol. Both hands put into the pockets of the shirt.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you very much. But how can you help me? It wasn't finished in time.”

Chanyeol furrowed his brows in confusion at this statement. “Why are you in such a hurry?” Chanyeol asked. “Take your time to the fullest. You will be happier this way.”

Baekhyun looked up. As soon as their eyes met Baekhyun immediately gave Chanyeol a sweet smile back.

“I want to do as much as I can.”

Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun for a moment before shaking his head and holding onto his own mahogany colored hair.

“I told you I would help you,” he said softly. “Then I will do as I say. We will complete everything on the list. It may take some time. But we will do it.”

“Promise?” Baekhyun asked, letting out a small smile.

Chanyeol nods.

"contract"

Several days later, Chanyeol and Baekhyun arranged to meet again at the same place nearby. with the lake to exchange ideas about goals (“Intentions!” Baekhyun always wiggled his fingers in Chanyeol's face whenever he called him that. “This is my intention”) that Baekhyun wanted to accomplish first.

After thinking it through carefully They both chose to go to the amusement park first. during this winter The people in the amusement park were quite sparse. They didn't want to face the chaotic crowd pushing back and forth and the sweltering heat.

Baekhyun ran around among the food and merchandise stalls in excitement. He wanted to try everything. Chanyeol shook his head and laughed as he observed this energetic boy. He reached out his arm and gently grabbed Baekhyun's wrist, causing the petite brunette to turn towards him.

“Slow down, Baek,” Chanyeol said gently. The other person tilted his head in confusion.

“But Chanyeol,” he began to speak immediately. “We don't have enough time to do everything.”

Chanyeol's lips quirked up into a smile. “We have plenty of time to do everything, Baek. Don't worry. Hey, are you hungry yet?”

He didn't wait for Baekhyun's answer. There was no need for it. Chanyeol knew that the little guy was hungry. Play and run around like this. It must be tiring.

“Let's go.”

Chanyeol leads Baekhyun to walk towards the food corner. Suddenly, his eyes caught something.

“Do you want to eat cotton candy?”

Chanyeol releases his hand from Baekhyun's wrist. He slowly walked towards the stall and handed a handful of coins to the shop owner.

“Two tickets.”

Baekhyun looked at the soft, sweet pink fluff blowing from a distance with interest. After observing the seller dip the stick into the machine for a while, Baekhyun walked closer to the shop, curious.

Chanyeol handed Baekhyun a snack before continuing to wait in his own section. Not long after that They walked back to the rows of shops again with cotton candy in their hands.

“Here,” Chanyeol said. “You can eat it. It's not that bad.”

Baekhyun wrinkled his nose in thought. “I've never eaten a-yol, what if I don't like it? You have to give me free money."

“No,” Chanyeol laughed. “Because if you don't eat I'll eat it anyway. Go ahead, taste it."

Baekhyun brought the silk closer to his mouth before quickly pulling it back, surprised at the texture.

“It's sticky,” he said, holding it out far away. Chanyeol smiled widely.

“This is the selling point.”

Chanyeol stretched out his arm and tore his own silk into small pieces. before extending that hand towards Baekhyun

“Ummm.”

Baekhyun hesitated before opening his mouth to let the piece of cotton candy enter his own mouth. The brunette's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the sweet taste. Before he lightly lifted his mouth into a smile.

“Delicious”

Chanyeol lets out a victorious laugh as he watches Baekhyun take another bite of his sugar candy cane.

“See,” he said, “I told you it was delicious.” Chanyeol grinned widely. He tried hard not to laugh, instead pretending to clear his throat.

“Is something wrong?” Baekhyun asked, but Chanyeol shook his head. The smile on his face grew wider than ever.

“No,” he quickly replied. “Nothing.”

But Baekhyun doesn't believe it.

“Really?” Baekhyun tilted his head. "You're not very good at lying."

When I found out I had been caught. Chanyeol just shrugged. He reached out and wiped away the pink cotton candy that was stuck at the corner of Baekhyun's mouth.

Baekhyun's cheeks instantly brightened with embarrassment. He quickly looked away.

“Yol,” he muttered. Try to avoid making eye contact with the other person.

“Hmm, what?”

"thank you"

The sky slowly They begin to turn darker, signaling that the daylight hours are nearly over. The sun lowered behind the clouds. along with casting a shadow onto the earth Chanyeol and Baekhyun walk through the celebration procession. while Baekhyun hugged a large stuffed rabbit tightly to his chest.

Chanyeol won the carnival game about an hour ago. He asked Baekhyun which stuffed animal he wanted. Baekhyun, who was full of excitement, decided to choose a rabbit. since then It was not far from his hand.

Baekhyun hugged the doll to his chest. He felt something touch his arm. before looking up to see Chanyeol smiling back at him

“The sun is about to set, Baek. Let's go to the Ferris wheel, shall we?”

An eager smile appeared on Baekhyun's face. He nodded in response to Chanyeol. The two walked side by side. and laughed happily as they walked past the celebratory procession. Even though it was only late afternoon, most people had already started to leave. Leaving the two of them alone to walk towards the Ferris wheel.

Baekhyun thought. It's not bad at all. Not many people is good too. They won't have to wait long. But when the couple reached the Ferris wheel area Baekhyun's eyebrows instantly furrowed. He walked backwards without realizing it. Chanyeol quickly turned around when he noticed something unusual.

“Is something wrong?” Chanyeol asked with concern.

Baekhyun tried to take a breath and shook his head. “I didn't think it would be this tall,” he said, wrapping his arms around the stuffed rabbit tightly. Then hesitantly raised it close to his face. “I want to play, but.. I'm not good with heights.”

“You have to be high if you want to see the sunset,” Chanyeol reasoned.

Baekhyun looked at the swing one more time before turning away. “I can't…” he muttered softly. “You can delete this one.” He looked down at his feet. His heart was filled with fear of what Chanyeol would think of him.

Suddenly, a warm object wrapped around Baekhyun's arm. As a result, he stood frozen, before slowly looking up, Chanyeol stood smiling warmly in front of him. His hands gripped Baekhyun's arms tightly.

“It's okay,” Chanyeol encourages. “I'm here now. I will protect you.”

The brown-haired boy wanted to resist. But Chanyeol interrupted first.

“If it's up, how will you be able to check off this item?” he assured.

"Come on, the sun is about to set. If you're afraid, I'll hold your hand."

Baekhyun used his free hand to hug the stuffed rabbit tightly before letting out a sigh. He slowly turned to look at Chanyeol and then at the Ferris wheel.

“Alright,” he said slowly.

Baekhyun knows that. No matter how afraid he is of heights But everything will be fine if he has Chanyeol by his side. And it really is.

It had been nearly three months since the two of them had met regularly to fulfill the list of intentions Baekhyun had written on that crumpled piece of paper. The two of them slowly Complete more items and cross them out with your mouth than with a ballpoint pen. Of course there are cases. Or it can be said that it is quite often. The two of them arranged to meet and Baekhyun canceled it.

Of course, because of his expectations, therefore, every time Baekhyun cancels their plans. Chanyeol must always feel disappointed. It was as if something disappeared from his life with each passing day. The day I didn't have Baekhyun by my side. It seemed so empty and long.

“Sorry,” Baekhyun always said like this. “But I have an appointment,” and that's always the end.

But no matter how disappointed Chanyeol felt, He knew that Baekhyun's apology came from the heart. No matter how disappointed Chanyeol is He never once asked why Baekhyun had to cancel the appointment.

“Why are we here again?” Chanyeol muttered as he followed Baekhyun into the home decoration department. The furniture store is very big. Even though Chanyeol doesn't come often. But he never thought it would be this big.

The smell of wood floated into Chanyeol's nose. He shook his head. Your fingertips touch the smooth surface of the elegant oak table. “I think you want another painting.”

“Yes,” Baekhyun grinned. “But when I got it. I'd like to take a look around a bit."

“Why?” Chanyeol asked softly, his eyes looking at the employee not far behind them. In an effort to sell products

“You don't understand, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun replies. “Everything is so beautiful. If we hurry and buy the picture, then... I just.. I just want to be with you. Am I asking for too much?”

Chanyeol shakes his head in shock.

“No,” he replied, “not at all.”

After looking at the various types of decorative furniture that the store had to offer to them, The two walked back to the area where the paintings were displayed on the wall. Most of them are monochromatic images. The composition and texture of the work are truly beautiful. Each picture tells its own story. In the perspective that the artist would like to have. The brass frame that surrounds the work is raised and contrasts beautifully with the light.

There was one image that was noticeably smaller than the others. It's a frameless painting. It is displayed on a simple rectangular canvas. The corners are folded back and attached to a wooden stand. The design looks impersonal. It was filled with lines of many different colors. Here, a bright yellow with a bold splash there.

There were streaks of green cut across it. The middle area is decorated with a large dark red color.

Chanyeol was taken aback when he looked at it. This painting looks tasteless and doesn't have any complicated story behind it. It doesn't even look like art at all. And he wasn't sure if it was an adult or a child under three years old who drew the picture.

However, For Baekhyun It was a very beautiful picture.

“Let's take this,” he said, pointing at the brightly colored work of art. “Very perfect”

“Baek,” Chanyeol tried to reason, “Why? There's no story in this picture. It doesn't say anything.”

At that moment, Baekhyun smiled widely. His lips curled into a playful smile.

“It's not about what it says, Yoll,” he said, “it's about what it doesn't tell. Sometimes it doesn't matter if someone can really understand what's out there.”

Chanyeol nodded once. I understand Baekhyun's reasons. But he decided to try convincing again.

“Why not this one?” he asked. “What is this one like? Look at the material. Is it in proportion? Very cool.”

“It's beautiful, Yeol,” Baekhyun said softly, “but it's lifeless. This image will add color to the balcony and bring happiness to those who look at it.”

Chanyeol tilted his head to study the abstract painting again. It wasn't that bad after all.

“Sometimes,” he said, “a little happiness is all a person needs.”

Chanyeol invited Baekhyun to his house for the first time in the middle of spring. He drifted off to the excited thought of the two of them making dinner together. He spent the entire afternoon cleaning up everything before Baekhyun arrived.

Everything had to be perfect. Why? He wasn't sure. Baekhyun probably didn't even notice there were pillows scattered around. Or there will be a newspaper left on the table. But Chanyeol didn't care. He wanted everything to be in order because even Baekhyun wouldn't notice. But he wanted to make it perfect for the other party.

When Baekhyun arrived Chanyeol was already waiting in front of the door with a wide smile on his face. He greeted Baekhyun quickly. Before walking inside and taking Baekhyun to look around, starting from the living room, bathroom, and kitchen, Chanyeol thought it couldn't be helped. But he enjoyed seeing the excitement in Baekhyun's eyes as he toured the house.

After making Baekhyun sit down at the kitchen counter Chanyeol then asked for that bill. He examined the message inside. Pain immediately shot through the middle of his chest. The list dropped so quickly. If they have completed everything on the list, Does Baekhyun still want to meet him? He shook his head and chuckled to himself.

before sending the item back to Baekhyun He walked over to the pantry and started pulling out the ingredients for their meal. Of course, he wanted to see Baekhyun again.

“What are you laughing about?” Baekhyun asked, his lips curling into a slight smile as he looked at Chanyeol. Chanyeol shrugged at him lightly.

“Nothing,” he replied simply, changing the topic as quickly as he could. “Why do you have food at home? Are you on the show?” he asked, Baekhyun scrunched up his nose. Not sure how to answer?

"I haven't done it in a long time."

At that moment, Chanyeol suddenly sighed heavily, “So you eat out every night? It's not healthy.”

Baekhyun shrugged and started washing the carrots. Cold water rushed over his hand. “It's not like going out to eat or anything like that. But I don't eat at home."

Chanyeol looked at the brunette one more time before turning to deal with the potatoes.

“Well, Baek,” he said, “then that means You need to come eat dinner here more often.”

A small smile crawled across Baekhyun's face. While starting to peel the carrots He pondered over what Chanyeol had just said. Did he really mean it? Did he really want Baekhyun to come visit again? Suddenly, pain shot into his arm. He cursed softly and Chanyeol immediately moved towards him.

“What's wrong?” he asked as Baekhyun tried to hide his hands.

"No," the brunette answered quickly.

“Let me see your hand, Baek.”

“No, it's nothing,” Baekhyun protested.

Chanyeol grabbed the brunette's shoulder causing the brunette to slowly turn towards him.

“Hey, Baekhyun,” he sighed, reaching out to hold the hand that was cut. Then he held it gently. Chanyeol placed the brunette's hand under the faucet and washed it clean.

Even though the wound was small, the cold water made Baekhyun shrink from the pain. He withdrew his hand from the cold water flowing down.

“Are you okay?” Chanyeol asked, using a towel to dry his hands gently.

“Um,” Baekyeon muttered, looking away. “It hurts a little.”

Chanyeol lifted Baekhyun's hand without any thought, then gently placed his lips on the other's red skin.

Baekhyun's cheeks burned as he realized what Chanyeol was doing. But he kept his eyes on the ground.

“It doesn't hurt anymore,” he said softly, hoping Chanyeol wouldn't hear. But Chanyeol heard it. And he couldn't stop smiling.

The dangling stars adorning the dark blue sky looked like magic. The dim moonlight illuminated the world below. Chanyeol quickly steps to the back of Baekhyun's chair and pulls it out for him. before extending her hand and helping him stand up They talked and laughed for a long time. No one cares about time Until now Chanyeol handed Baekhyun his coat and opened the door.

“It's dark,” he said, looking outside. "I'll take you home."

Baekhyun immediately raised his hand to deny. “It's okay,” he reassured Chanyeol.

“You can sleep over any time, you know,” Chanyeol offered. “It's dangerous at night.”

"I'm fine, Yeol. Don't worry."

Baekhyun took a long time to convince Chanyeol. But in the end he succeeded. He started walking towards the gate.

“Then I'll see you tomorrow morning,” Chanyeol shouted, looking at the other person closing the door behind him. Baekhyun turned around slowly and gave him a small smile.

“Sure,” he replied and turned around.

Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun, who was walking backwards until the darkness swallowed him whole. A long sigh escaped his lips. Chanyeol walked back into the house and glanced outside one last time. He put the dishes on the table. And suddenly something caught his eye. Chanyeol frowns. before squatting down the side Baekhyun's chair

It was Baekhyun's list of papers that were sitting there. It was folded neatly, although there were visible creases on the surface. Chanyeol let out a soft sigh. along with picking it up Then he used his fingers to move the small piece of paper that was folded into a rectangular shape back and forth. Should he call Baekhyun?

Letting him know that he might drop it out of his pocket, Chanyeol quickly dismisses the idea with a shake of his head. No, he'll be meeting Baekhyun tomorrow anyway. already You can return it soon.

He threw the list onto the table and walked towards the kitchen. Then turn on the faucet. And before the doubts get any worse Chanyeol quickly turned off the faucet. Hesitantly, he walked back to the table. Would Baekhyun mind if he watched the show when Baekhyun wasn't around? Chanyeol pushed the thought to the back of his mind and shook his head. Of course, Baekhyun wouldn't mind.

Chanyeol unfolded the paper carefully. He smoothed it with his fingertips and looked at the item again. He wanted to know how much more time he would be able to spend with Baekhyun. What haven't they done? He really hoped that he could add more to the list. He hopes they keep doing shows like this forever.

Chanyeol looked down the list. And he had to stand still and stiff. The breath is stuck in the throat, there is the intention at the bottom. The others have been crossed out. It was scribbled. There was some messy handwriting that wasn't there when he looked at it earlier.

fall in love with someone

Chanyeol stands by the lake. His hands clasped the backs of his necks to keep him still. His eyes were fixed on a flock of ducks flapping their wings and jumping happily in the river that was beginning to melt from its ice. His shoulders slumped as his hands tightened on the folded paper.

Chanyeol looked away from the lake and let out a deep sigh.

Baekhyun isn't a person who likes to be late. He was always on time when they met up or he was too eager to arrive before Chanyeol.

“Woke up late again,” he would say teasingly. “You probably don't have to worry about not getting enough sleep.”

Chanyeol frowned when he thought of that. Something isn't right. He began to slowly walk around the lake, his mind clouded with many thoughts. Including various event scenes That explains Baekhyun's disappearance. Which will be mostly scary scenes.

Chanyeol's heartbeat began to quicken as he imagined the next scene. before letting out a growl of disappointment on his lips. He wouldn't be worried at all if Baekhyun was late because of something as trivial as a traffic jam or a delayed train.

Chanyeol bent down and stopped at a small flower garden before plucking a dusty blue flower from the ground. The thin hairs on the stem touched his fingertips. When he spun it around in a circle, it reminded him of Baekhyun. I thought about it a lot, but it was also an impression that he couldn't explain.

Chanyeol walked up to a dew-covered bench in an area where no one was around. He frowned and sat down. He reached into his pocket to pull out his cell phone. Chanyeol rubbed his thumb across the screen. You grimaced as you realized how careless you were. There was one message from his sister and another from his friend, Chris.

Chanyeol briefly touched the screen with his thumb before he opened the message box. I hope he misread the time of the meeting with Baekhyun. No, Chanyeol's lips pressed together and his face was solemn. He was where he was supposed to be and exactly on time as they promised. But why was Baekhyun late?

After leaving the message box Chanyeol's fingers seemed to work automatically when he dialed Baekhyun's number. He spent the whole night memorizing it so the two of them could text each other. laugh together Listen to a funny story after spending the day together.

In the end, Chanyeol hesitated. His thumb was on the call button. He blinked at his phone several times, a small smile crawling onto Chanyeol's face. Opportunity to remember other people's numbers besides your own (Although sometimes he knows that he might forget)

It was something that the messy-haired boy didn't expect would happen to him. However, He remembered Baekhyun's number. Every number changed into a code that was implanted into his brain without him even realizing it.

Chanyeol took a big breath. He took one last look at the lonely park before tapping his finger on the call button. Then he raised the phone to his ear. He let out a soft sigh of relief. When you hear the signal

“Hello,” came the voice on the other end of the line. Chanyeol smiled almost immediately when he heard this cheerful tone.

“Baek, it's me. Where are you? Is something wrong...”

“Just kidding,” the voice continued. “I'm sorry, but I can't answer the phone right now. Please leave a message, your name and phone number. And I will contact you back as soon as possible.”

Baekhyun's voice disappeared and was replaced by the sound of 'Bip' alerting him to leave a message. Chanyeol cursed in annoyance before hanging up.

What exactly happened to him? He may have been a witness to a car crash and then intervened to help. Chanyeol shakes his head. It's a very stupid idea. He may help tourists who ask for directions. Chanyeol wrinkled his nose as he thought about this. But it wasn't like he couldn't answer the phone, and that wasn't possible either.

Chanyeol ruffles his messy dark hair, he lets out a sad sigh. He wasn't sure why Baekhyun ignored his calls or why he missed the date. their meeting Maybe it didn't mean as much to Baekhyun as he felt. But there was one thing Chanyeol was sure of. He needed to talk to that kid who misunderstood the response message on the phone.

It was late afternoon when Baekhyun finally arrived at the park. Part of him still hoped that he would meet Chanyeol there. waiting for him But Baekhyun knew it was just his own selfishness. Some deep desire in my heart said that would be the case. He pushed those thoughts away. Glancing around

And it was as expected. Chanyeol has been gone for a long time.

Baekhyun knew he couldn't expect Chanyeol to wait this long without him contacting him or at least apologizing for being late. Baekhyun's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Even though he wasn't there when he himself had promised. He couldn't deny the sudden pain that washed over him in this empty park.

Baekhyun pulled his hat over his ears before starting to walk slowly, his head raised to look at the dark sky above. He wanted to call Chanyeol, he wanted to, but he always told himself to leave his phone behind when he came to see Chanyeol. He doesn't want any disturbances, he always does.

Since Baekhyun knew Chanyeol Everything is important Everything is serious. He is the opposite of Chanyeol.

He kept walking. Along the granite path around the lake, Baekhyun slowly stopped near a lonely bench in a remote area where few people passed by. It was where he first came to wait for Chanyeol. Excitement and anxiety caused his stomach to churn with butterflies for a long time. Before he decided to come out that day to see Chanyeol.

But this time, it was different. He knew Chanyeol wouldn't wait for him anymore. Instead of the excitement Baekhyun once felt when expecting to meet him. Those feelings were replaced by guilt. There was some sadness that he himself couldn't understand. Made him bring himself here.

He caught his eye on something. A precious diamond among the grass Pale blue petals stood out against the old, dull gray wooden bench. Baekhyun's lips curved up into a small smile. When he slowly Pick up a withered flower. It was eliminated by its true owner and slowly died away.

Baekhyun carefully plucked the shoots protruding from the trunk and walked across the walkway to return to the lake again. He knelt on the edge. Holding the flower in the palm of your hand, you dipped your hand into the ice-cold water, which immediately caused goosebumps to rise up all over your arms.

Baekhyun watched the small flower float away from his hand. Set it free in the freezing water. Although the lake was very large and dark, Trying to swallow it whole This little flower can still float. Even though it seems impossible It continued on its journey until it could no longer endure its fate.

Baekhyun stayed and watched until the flowers began to sink into the murky depths of the lake. And even in the darkness of this cold water The dull blue shoots still stood out. It's the only light in the darkness here.

Chanyeol was smiling against his own wishes as he watched Baekhyun walk around the garden. At first, he was very angry that Baekhyun lost contact and didn't keep his promise to meet up.

Of course, there are additional issues as well. He was suffering from a fever because he had been waiting outside in the cold for more than four hours. But he wouldn't let Baekhyun know that he had been waiting for Baekhyun that long. It's enough for him to be sick alone.

For now, at least seeing Baekhyun is enough. But while Chanyeol smiled happily to see him moving cheerfully around the park. He found that he felt sorry for himself as well.

Baekhyun walked quickly to Chanyeol's side. His small hand wrapped around Chanyeol's wrist. After gently jerking it once, he led Chanyeol to a large stone fountain in the middle of a beautiful garden. Tall trees obscure the view of the surrounding city. and create an illusion It shows that they are in the middle of a quiet oasis.

Baekhyun dipped the tip of his finger into the clear fountain. Home to two black and white scaled koi fish that were swimming curiously around his hand. Baekhyun tilted his head upwards and smiled. A friendly laugh escaped his lips. His free hand reached up. Baekhyun dabs cold water on Chanyeol's cheek.

and retreated almost immediately. A wide, playful smile pulled the corners of his mouth up.

Chanyeol gasped in disbelief as he used his sleeve to wipe his cheeks dry. and stared brightly at Baekhyun, who had just reached out to hang around. He shook his head.

“This is you,” he breathed out.

Baekhyun clicked his tongue teasingly before taking off his hat and placing it on the edge of the fountain. Then dip your finger into the cold water again.

Chanyeol suddenly turned his head away. His hands were shaking. He couldn't stand the sight. It's not like that. But even then He couldn't take it anymore. It pained him to see Baekhyun happy all the time. Very happy even though I don't know anything. Chanyeol raised the sleeve of his jacket to his mouth and coughed.

“Baekhyun,” he said hoarsely as he tried to fight the lump in his throat. “Put your hat back on.”

Baekhyun raised his hand from the water in confusion. Then he turned halfway to face the tall person.

“Why?” he argued, his eyes sparkling. "Don't you like my new style?"

Baekhyun raised his dry hand and ran his fingertips over his own short, spiky hair that was no longer than his ears. No more shiny dark coffee colored hair. It had been replaced by a dull brown color. lifeless

He locked eyes with Chanyeol. and waited for the answer silently Chanyeol doesn't like it. Every fiber of his body hated it. Chanyeol also knew that Baekhyun knew how he felt about it.

Chanyeol closed his eyes and sighed slowly. “No,” he said. “I don't like it.”

A small smile graced Baekhyun's face. He turned back to the koi and quickly picked up his hat and placed it on his head.

“Yeol,” he said softly after a moment of silence. But he didn't take his eyes off the fish.

“Hmm.”

“You can check the botanical garden off the list.”

Chanyeol picked up the list and moved it. out of the bag Flatten it with your fingertips while unfolding the paper. The pen came out from inside the rolled up paper. Chanyeol quickly unwrapped the cover and drew thin, shaky lines on the scribbled intentions. with their haste

The list is expanding. They will rewrite their intentions. When Baekhyun thinks of something, therefore, there are still things that Baekhyun wishes to do. It allowed the two of them to spend more time together.

Chanball's lips curved up into a sad smile as he looked down at the two newly added items. One item caught his eye.

Someone sings a song

Chanyeol sighed sadly and shook his head.

Why, Baek?

“Yeol,” Baekhyun called as he closed the front door and came in behind him. “Are you ready? There's a lot to do today!”

There was no response from Chanyeol. A playful smile crawled across Baekhyun's face. Whenever he stopped by the house Chanyeol always hides and jumps at him from behind without him being aware and it always works. At least at first, until it became a regular occurrence and Baekhyun always expected it to happen.

Baekhyun kicked off his shoes. Decided to play the game "You're still sleeping, right?"

He walked lightly. Come along the walkway. Two arms outstretched and ready. Baekhyun glanced around, eager eyes scanning every corner and alleyway where Chanyeol could hide himself.

And when walking all the way to the kitchen Chanyeol leaned close to the kitchen counter. With his face tightening slightly His fingers held his temples. He looked up when he heard Baekhyun clear his throat, a small smile plastered on his face.

“Right here,” he said, his fingers working quickly with the list he had spread out on the seat. “I just…” He stuffed the list into his bag and approached the counter. “I'm looking at what intentions we can make today.”

Baekhyun's eyebrows knit together. "Is anything up"

“No,” Chanyeol replied. “Why does it have to be something?”

Baekhyun shook his head in dismissal. Even though he didn't believe Chanyeol, "You look... sad, Yeol. You're also unusually pale."

Chanyeol's heart tightened as soon as he heard it. Baekhyun cares about his health, his health, but whatever. Chanyeol couldn't deny that it wasn't what Baekhyun had noticed. His face was tired. The edges of his eyes were dark and lifeless. His eyelids were heavy and Chanyeol had to keep trying to keep his eyes open.

Chanyeol's lips curved into a wide smile. He placed his hand on Baekhyun's shoulder. "I'm fine. Let's go."

“What's next?” Chanyeol asked as soon as the two of them left the second-hand bookstore.

They took out the oldest and most well-preserved books and pasted little notes on the pages, quotations here and there. The caption there one way or another It was put on the cover to surprise whoever picked up the book. And Baekhyun hopes it will bring smiles to their faces. Try to imagine that.

Entered the bookstore after a horrific day. Then remove the book cover from the dry paper. to find a note that says 'You are so beautiful'

That's right, Baekhyun thought, nodding his head softly at Chanyeol. Yes, this would make whoever picked up this book smile. Sometimes even the smallest things like this could still be seen. Let it be the most touching expression. Sometimes, it's all about bringing a smile to someone who needs it the most.

It only takes a few seconds.

“It's the same as before,” Baekhyun replied. He couldn't stop the smile on his face. “Make people happy every day with the smallest things!”

Chanyeol shook his head at the brunette, eagerly following behind. He was only a few steps away from Baekhyun. “You have made me happy for years. Just you being here,” Chanyeol muttered softly, “That must be very valuable, right?”

Baekhyun glanced around. They searched for their next target before looking at their friend over their shoulder for a moment.

“Did you say anything just now, Yeol?” he asked.

Chanyeol shook his head slowly, his lips curling into a small smile.

“No,” he said, “I didn't say anything.”

“Your hair looks shorter,” Chanyeol said as the two of them sat in the middle of the department store exit. With a cold drink in hand, the tall trees provided shade, protecting them from the hot rays of the sun. Baekhyun's hair was now no more than two centimeters long and was quite close to his scalp.

Whether it's here or there revealing bare skin on his head clearly There is no lifeless hair left. That one is there again.

“Oh?” Baekhyun asked, laughing. “I didn't notice.”

Chanyeol's two hands held the water bottle tightly. Clear water splashes out when the plastic is squeezed up. A shrill sound filled the air around him. He slowly raised his head, looking straight at Baekhyun who was pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Hello,” he answered on the other end of the phone. He put his fingers in his ears to cut out the noise from the people around him. “Yes, I'm fine.” He was temporarily silent. “Today? Not at all. No… I'm sorry… Right now I'm with someone else… I know, I know. Can it be tomorrow then… Yes, ok, thank you.”

Chanyeol waited patiently until Baekhyun hung up before asking.

“Did he call again?” he asked. Baekhyun nodded his head, confirming his suspicions.

"um"

Chanyeol reached out and placed his hand on Baekhyun's knee.

“I will go with you tomorrow,” he said firmly. "I won't let you see him alone. Not again."

Silence fell as they sat side by side, sipping their drinks. Chanyeol quickly drank the entire bottle of drink. Then he leaned back against the bench.

“Can we rest here a little longer?” he asked. “I'm tired.”

His head began to throb. They had been out in the sun longer than they should have.

A mischievous smile crept onto Baekhyun's face. “That's the wrong plan,” he teased. Just sitting here with you I am satisfied.”

At this, Chanyeol turned his head away. He couldn't bear it any longer.

Chanyeol leaned against the wall, keeping his distance and looking at the man sitting with Baekhyun. The two were concentrating on the conversation. From time to time, the man reached up and held Baekhyun's hand on the table. Baekhyun turned over Baekhyun's palm with his hand and placed it back on the table.

Chanyeol clenches his jaw and walks to stand behind Baekhyun. Two arms hung down in front of Baekhyun's face in a protective display. His eyes were fixed on the man.

“Is that you, Chanyeol?” He smiled widely, showing his teeth. “Baekhyun told me everything about you.”

Instead, the man extended his hand in a friendly greeting. Instead, he raised his hand and brushed the gel-free black hair on his face back. He didn't introduce himself. Instead, he turned his attention to Baekhyun.

Chanyeol is the same. He didn't even think about starting to greet this strange man. and didn't care to introduce himself at all He was sure that this man probably only cared about his status and career. Or both Chanyeol chooses to nod his head curtly in response, his two hands holding Baekhyun tighter than ever.

“Baek, little Baek,” the man began to speak slowly. “I have to ask you something. Why do you still want to leave me like this?”

Chanyeol's ears perked up at this question. He too was curious and wanted to hear the answer. But this man had no right to ask. He secretly expected this man to be asked such a blunt question. But Chanyeol was surprised when Baekhyun just shrugged at him.

“You are my doctor,” he said. “I know you are not stupid. You know I have leukemia. I know that I am, and no matter how hard I try, I know I can't change the truth. My hair..."

Chanyeol's heart swayed. Baekhyun already told him about being sick, but this… but this…

"It's the last thing of my former self that I can keep. I'm dying, I know that. But my hair is the last thing of my past that I... don't want to lose. I can't."

“Um, it went well. You think so, Yeol?” Baekhyun smiled as the two of them held hands through the moonlit city. It was now empty as the whole city was asleep. But it still hasn't lost its elegance during the day. Tall buildings come alive with digital advertisements. The street was lined with rows of lanterns that glittered on the dew and wetness.

Chanyeol remains silent. He held Baekhyun's hand tightly. Everything will be okay. He gave himself confidence. Baekhyun will get through this. He still didn't want to face the truth. He didn't want to lose Baekhyun. But if it happens that he.. No.

Chanyeol slowed down his pace. Then he raised his free hand and stroked his own thick hair as he took a deep breath.

“Is something wrong?” Baekhyun asked, looking straight at him with concern. Chanyeol shakes his head.

“No,” he replied, “just tired. All day today, right?"

It was now that Baekhyun laughed softly, “You slept until 1:40 in the afternoon. I'm getting really lazy, Yeol."

Chanyeol gives Baekhyun a small smile, his shoulders drooping. "I couldn't sleep last night because I had a headache."

“Um, then stop thinking too much.”

Chanyeol turned his eyes to look up at the dark blue sky that seemed to stretch on endlessly. The moon moves behind the clouds Leaving nothing behind except the stars that light up the dark sky.

Stop thinking, it's not that easy.

“Baek,” he said softly after a moment. Baekhyun stopped walking and turned to look at him.

"How is it going"

Chanyeol swallowed, the saliva falling in his throat. He released Baekhyun's hand before pulling him into a tight hug. A hug that lasted longer than I cared. However, I don't want to let go at all.

“Please don't leave each other,” he muttered as he hugged Baekhyun to his chest.

Baekhyun wrapped his arms around Chanyeol's waist and buried his face in his neck.

“I won't leave it,” he said.

“You have to fight. Promise me you will fight.”

“I promise, Yeol.”

“True,” Chanyeol said softly. His eyes closed and he breathed in Baekhyun's scent.

“True,” Baekhyun whispers. “I will do everything for you.”

“Hey Yeol,” Baekhyun asked as Chanyeol walked him back to the hospital room. It had become his permanent home for the past few months. And he hated every minute of being here.

While he is allowed to go out during the day It was like the last wish of the healing process. The nurse would come in and poke him all night. to check breath and blood pressure Baekhyun was exhausted from everything he had to do during the day to make sure he was safe.

He would gladly dedicate enough sleep to the prospect of the rest of his life. for the opportunity to be with Chanyeol

But that thing went wrong. When the two arrived at the hospital reception Baekhyun's blood test results have arrived. His leukemia symptoms relapsed and became more severe. Doctors aren't sure how much time Baekhyun has left before his disease makes him worse. He ordered Baekhyun to stay confined to his bed until the end of his life.

“Hmm,” Chanyeol breathes, leading Baekhyun to the bed. When he doesn't say anything Chanyeol turns to leave. Only his wrist was held gently by a small, cold hand.

“What were you reading yesterday, uh, in the kitchen?”

Chanyeol was silent for a moment before laughing softly, “It was your show.”

“You lied,” Baekhyun protested. “It's in my bag.”

Chanyeol slowly removed Baekhyun's hand from his own wrist and turned around. “I see that you seem very happy with your program. So I thought I'd like to do the same.”

Baekhyun's eyes lit up almost immediately. “So you want me to help you make a program, right?”

Chanyeol shook his head slowly. and leaned down His lips touched lightly. onto Baekhyun's forehead.

“You saved me,” he breathed, “now get some rest.”

Chanyeol hummed softly. while Baekhyun lay down His head fell back on the pillow before a soft voice filled the room. This, this was the last thing Baekhyun wrote on his enormous list. bedtime lullaby

“That's beautiful,” Baekhyun whispered, closing his eyes slowly. “Thank you.”

As soon as Chanyeol came out of Baekhyun's room He felt his breath stuck in his throat. He didn't notice when he went inside. He had been chatting to the other person for so long, but right now, it was impossible not to notice.

The narrow white corridor has the appearance of a clinic. Two people could hardly walk side by side. It lacked fun, lacked hope, and was lifeless in Chanyeol's opinion. It was a brutal walk for the wing of the building where most of the people were suffering from this kind of disease.

But there was only one thing that Chanyeol noticed. The thing that filled him with a huge cloud of sadness was there, on the plain white wall. Not far from Baekhyun's room. It is a canvas painting with bright colors and ethereal patterns.

Image of the color dispersion in this limited space. It seemed to add a new dimension to the narrow corridor. It stood out against the white walls and seemed to give a feeling of life. Baekhyun was right, it was very beautiful and these people really wanted happiness.

Something beneath the picture shimmered in the light of the walkway. Chanyeol walked closer to it. His heart swayed. There, beneath this lively work of art, was a small brass inscription.

Complimentary by Byun Baekhyun is the message on it. Under the picture is the date of birth. Draw lines and leave blank spaces. Just waiting to be completely filled.

The journey home today was cold and long for Chanyeol. He walked along the path of the sleeping city. Two hands stuffed into coat pockets He coughed harder than before as his temperature dropped noticeably but he didn't care.

The sharp edge of the folded paper touched his skin. Chanyeol sighed. He pulled it out of his pocket. He unfolded it as he came to a stop under the dim light of the nearest lamp.

Two missions were carefully written in the middle of the page. Or you can call it determination like Baekhyun calls it. One mission has been overtaken. The lines are beautifully drawn as if they were written at the time they happened.

/love/

One thing Chanyeol wants He's done it. But below this need It was something he really wanted. But he knew that he could never succeed. It will stay untouched like this. all the time he was alive

/say goodbye/

Those two simple words were what he wanted to do, perhaps even more than he wanted to love. But he knows that in his heart He couldn't do it at all.

Gray clouds drifted low, clinging to the overcast sky. A light cold wind blew across the suburbs. The wind blows the winter leaves around. Afternoon sky

Silence permeated the landscape. There is no sound of people talking. There were no sounds of people moving. In fact, hardly anyone had ever come here at all. Even though they always promised But I don't think there's anything wrong with them. Not that their promise would be remembered, and that's for sure.

The past that cannot be changed is often something that will eventually be erased.

In this land Various types of rocks are scattered across the road surface. Divide the earth into groups. Each piece has a different size and shape. The tombstones are beautifully carved and decorated. It is not the only stone that transmits its preciousness and uniqueness to its owner, the owner who holds it with his life.

It is not the only stone that holds the loss of a person. Including the broken hearts of the lovers who were left behind.

A figure walked past the cemetery. His head bowed in respect to the man who was resting here. A bouquet of blue flowers was held tightly in his hand. He pulled his jacket tighter. The figure continued walking on the level ground until what he was looking for became apparent to his eyes, his friend, his love. His only lover

His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the limestone monument in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot from crying so much but he really couldn't hold back the tears. He was powerless without the other person. Great loss The greatest piece of his life was gone. A piece that even though time passes

There will never be a day when he will get it back.

He inhaled the fresh scent of the earth and knelt next to the graveyard, then placed a bouquet of flowers at the headstone. A final reminder of all the time they spent together. before his body began to shake. He's still there. He is still by his love's side. Crying and sobbing without hope for a long time

Until the sun dipped behind the horizon. Darkness inevitably descended upon the world. Tonight there is no shadow of the moon. But it didn't make the sobbing body move away. Instead, he was still next to his lover, one of the last moments they were able to share together.

Finally, he slowly raised his head and stretched out his hand. Slender fingers caressed the name carved into the stone. He let his shoulders hang low and closed his eyes. A soft voice came from his lips. It was a song he knew and was familiar with. Lyrics he couldn't forget The song that had been sung beside the bed in the sick room the last time they met.

(Baby Don’t Cry – EXO)

“Don't hesitate to accept my love.”

“A ray of light shines brightly in the middle of the light. Tonight, even the moon obscures your eyes.”

His heart ached as he forced himself to continue singing. The lyrics became distorted and strange because he was belting them out while crying like this.

“Darling, don't cry any more tonight. The darkness is about to pass.”

“Darling, don't cry any more tonight. Forget it. Can we act like it never happened?”

“I will not let you disappear amidst the sea of ​​foam and thick fog. Even though you have never seen me in my sight.”

“So, darling, don't cry any more tonight. My love will protect you.”

His lips uttered a trembling note. It ended before collapsing. The body wobbled backwards. Then a soft screeching sound replaced the music from before.

“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun gasped, reaching out to touch the stone again. “Do you know how long you've had pneumonia? Why didn't you tell anyone?”

He fell into silence as he waited for a response that never came. His lower lip trembled.

“They told me I was getting worse. They said I only had a few days to live. But... I put up with it. I fought against it. For you, Chanyeol... because I'll do anything. For you.”

He paused before using the sleeve of his jacket to gently wipe away his tears. “I can't do it without you, Yeol. I... why?”

It's like everything came together in one moment. Chanyeol's fatigue Go to bed past normal time The constant coughing, the weakness, the headaches, he knew what must have been wrong with him, but… he just kept quiet. He cares more about Baekhyun's health than his own.

Baekhyun sighed as he rubbed his fingers across his smooth head. The skin that resists the wind is freezing. He glanced quickly up at the sky that was ablaze with streaks of orange and purple. Then prepare to get up. Baekhyun raised his hand and touched his own lips. before placing it on Chanyeol's memorial stone

“I love you,” he took a deep breath. before turning around “Goodbye Chanyeol... Until we meet again.”

Baekhyun walks with his head bowed low. He didn't care how far he walked or where he stopped. He doesn't care who he bumps into or what he walks past. The last thing he said to Chanyeol was “Thank you.” It wasn't a confession of feelings. It's not a declaration of love. It's just a simple "Thank you."

Thank you for singing to Baekhyun. A song that had never faded from his mind since then.

It wasn't that Baekhyun hadn't planned on saying the last thing to Chanyeol. Even though he had hoped that it would be him who went instead. And Chanyeol continues to live his life behind. To be happy To find new love But he returned...

Baekhyun couldn't continue. He could never forget. and never think of forgetting

Deep down, what hurt him the most wasn't the fact that He didn't say goodbye. Baekhyun feels guilty for Chanyeol's departure. He kept it a secret and hid it from Baekhyun all along. He helped Baekhyun with everything and took care of him as much as he could. But on the other hand, Baekhyun wasn't by his side. When Chanyeol needed him the most.

It's not fair. But it's not fair to anyone. Baekhyun felt his heart sink deeper than ever when he thought of... It's not fair to him. No matter how much Baekhyun wanted to give everything to Chanyeol as much as all the times Chanyeol had helped him... Chanyeol had already left. The way he wanted it to be

Baekhyun couldn't help but think. If he was there with Chanyeol during the other's final moments. No matter how much he wants to tell Chanyeol he loves him. and said everything would be alright That would make Chanyeol's departure even more difficult. He knew Chanyeol didn't want this.

If Baekhyun was there that night By his side Chanyeol probably doesn't want to leave. That would hurt him even more.

Baekhyun glanced up at the dark sky. The rain was pouring down so heavily that it obscured his view. Baekhyun continued walking, small drops of water running down his face. Strangely, it tasted salty, like salt.

The sky split into cracks as lightning sparkled down onto the earth for a moment before reverting to the dim shadow of before. Baekhyun continued walking. Ignore the storm As people around us tried to squeeze past to escape the rain. The umbrella they held tightly in their hands flipped over.

What if he and Chanyeol changed? How would Chanyeol feel if Baekhyun was the one who left instead of him? Will he continue to live as Baekhyun wishes? will live happily Have you fallen in love with someone again? Or he would not be able to live anymore either.

That evening, Baekhyun arrived back at his old apartment early. He hadn't been allowed to leave the hospital for a long time. The room was still the same as before he had left it. The small kitchen was covered in a thin layer of dust. The living room had only one table. An armchair and a small television were supported by two bricks and planks.

Baekhyun turns his eyes away and surveys the empty room. Then walked straight into the bedroom. A single, uncovered bed sat neatly in a corner. Beside the bed was a small wooden table.

Above the bed was a large window, which was probably the only thing Baekhyun liked about his living quarters. He would lie down and look outside every night. Look at the stars and wonder if there's anything out there in the distance.

Baekhyun looked away from the window and walked out of his bedroom with a sigh. This is his life outside the hospital. It's an empty life Baekhyun walked to the refrigerator. The two eyebrows furrowed together. He couldn't remember the last time he was in his room. And look at the layer of dust covering every surface in this small kitchen. His apartment looked like he hadn't seen anyone since he was gone.

Hesitating, Baekhyun pulls open the refrigerator door and examines the empty shelves. He didn't expect the refrigerator to hold any food, but something pushed him to check it. Just try it out.

Baekhyun closed the door behind himself. After picking up the soaked jacket from the hanging hook, Take five steps out of the apartment and leave this apartment. He didn't even think about locking the door as he walked down the three flights of stairs to the street. He didn't know how long he would be gone. Or will he come back again?

If someone were to take advantage of leaving the apartment unlocked like this, It couldn't be any worse than what he was in now.

The storm was worse than when he had been inside the room. The rain was falling heavily. Baekhyun's wet jacket became damp, pressing his weight against him. While walking down the street, Baekhyun kept looking at his feet.

He reached a gravel path leading to a lake. He walked forward without realizing it until a familiar sight appeared before his eyes. Baekhyun walked slowly around the lake before sitting down on a park bench, waiting.

What are you waiting for? Of course, he himself doesn't know. But he was still there. Waiting for something to happen? Maybe? Something deep in his heart told him he had to wait.

The sky continued to be dark. After feeling that the hours of waiting were meaningless. Baekhyun pushed his shivering body to stand up. For a long time, he stood still, feeling the cold rain falling against his skin. His entire body burned with the continuous cold that seemed to destroy all other senses.

Baekhyun slowly walked out of the park after sitting still for so long. He walked back along the path that led to the center of the city, which, despite the heavy rain, was still bustling with life.

“Why are you in such a hurry? Take your time to the fullest. You'll be happier like this."

“I want to do as much as I can.”

Baekhyun sighed heavily. Some things come out when thinking about that time. All this time Chanyeol was in a condition that was perhaps worse than him. But he still wishes to be friends with strangers. He wishes to help no matter what happens to himself.

He looked down at his feet again as he walked back into the city. Baekhyun closed his eyes and sighed heavily. He felt like he could no longer control his mind and body. It moved on its own, it thought on its own, and now his body seemed to urge him to go back to the place he had been with Chanyeol again.

His body was mesmerized by Baekhyun's most precious memories of Chanyeol. And he really couldn't stop it.

The sound of horns and the screams of bystanders brought Baekhyun back to reality as a bright light burst into his view. Makes him unable to see anything

The truck, Baekhyun understood as soon as he crossed it, stopped in the middle of the busy road without paying any attention. Waves of various emotions washed over him. Their eyes widened in shock but their bodies refused to move.

A bright light burned Baekhyun's eyes. He had no idea what was happening and could no longer see the atmosphere around him. Instead, he saw himself surrounded by lines of bright colors that were beautiful beyond description.

That's right, that's what he wanted.

To be with Chanyeol again

The light faded, the lines of color began to overlay with the landscape around him. Baekhyun's arms twitched when he felt the soft grass beneath him. He pushed himself up and looked at his surroundings.

He was sitting in a beautiful meadow. There were clusters of light blue flowers all around. To the north is a willow tree. There is a small bench. located beneath and east If Baekhyun glanced He would see a clear river and rainbows reflecting down into the pebble-filled riverbed.

The dim sky was full of cauliflower life with no trace of clouds. But even with the sun and everything Baekhyun didn't feel warm at all.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist to gently help him stand. before his face was buried on his neck.

“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol said softly. “I'm waiting for you.”

Baekhyun turned around as his voice hit his ears. Both hands rose and wrapped around Chanyeol's neck and he cried out.

“Chanyeol,” he began to sob. "I think I've lost you."

Chanyeol used his index finger to push Baekhyun's face up and wipe away the tears. His other arm held his wrist tightly protectively. It was as if he was afraid that Baekhyun would disappear.

Chanyeol moves forward to kiss him softly. onto Baekhyun's forehead. For the second time, Chanyeol's lips touched his skin. Baekhyun felt warm for the first time.

"Don't ever leave me again," he muttered softly. Chanyeol shakes his head in answer.

“I'm not going anywhere.”

Chanyeol and Baekhyun walked side by side holding hands through a beautiful grass field. They followed the shore of the clear river to the bank of a small hill. before Chanyeol stopped walking. Letting go of Baekhyun's hand, he crouched down to the path where the water flowed. Chanyeol dipped his hand into the cold water before quickly withdrawing it afterward.

He walked over to where Baekhyun was. Taking Baekhyun's hand, he brought it up to place the cool, smooth object down. Baekhyun held out his hand in confusion. A precious blue marble rested in his palm. Its size was no larger than a pocket watch and was heart-shaped.

“Please cherish it,” Chanyeol said, a gentle smile on his face. He held Baekhyun's hand again. then walked through a small hill full of grass

“Not too far,” Chanyeol smiled, leading Baekhyun out of the clearing.

Surrounding the couple was a wall of trees whose trunks were so stuck together that it was impossible for them to squeeze through. The only way through was where the uprooted trees were lying. It wasn't very high and Chanyeol easily climbed through it.

He held out his hand and smiled at Baekhyun.

“I'm almost there, Baek,” he said. “Let me help you.”

Baekhyun smiles widely. Try to walk with balance. “I can do it,” he said.

He held onto a branch and placed one foot under the fallen tree. Then it slipped and swooped down again. He let out a soft, embarrassed laugh. came out of his lips as he raised his head to look at Chanyeol again.

“It's not as easy as you think,” he said, “but you can do it.”

He lifted his foot again and placed it at the base of the rough bark. He tried to grab onto a branch near his hand. Once he had established a firm base on it He reached out and grabbed a new branch. His body became unbalanced until he finally fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Baekhyun tried to climb up again. Tears of discouragement welled up in his eyes. /Chanyeol/ was waiting for him. He must do it. His heart felt a gentle push. Baekhyun looked up.

Chanyeol held out his hand again from his position atop the fallen tree.

“Hold on,” he said, “please.”

This time, Baekhyun nodded and tried to hold his hand. But every time he would hold Chanyeol's wrist Instead, he could only feel emptiness. Chanyeol's wrist was replaced with nothingness.

Tears of disappointment turned to tears of worry as Baekhyun looked around in panic. There must be a way out. He must do it.

“Chanyeol,” he decided to call. But Chanyeol shook his head. A sad smile curled at the corners of his lips.

“Baekhyun,” he said softly, “look at me, don't be sad. Someday we'll be together, but… right now isn't your time.”

Baekhyun's eyes widened. He tried to hold Chanyeol's hand again.

“Please,” he sobbed, “I can't let you go!”

Chanyeol started walking. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Sorry, Baek…”

A sharp object stabbed Baekhyun's skin, causing him to moan. As soon as I opened my eyes A wave of agony swept over. Making him cry softly, Baekhyun's vision blurred. Everything around us spins around. His eyes were irritated from the bright lights shining from every corner.

He pushed himself up and sat up. Baekhyun heard people screaming loudly.

They shouted his name.

And then he was forced to lie down again.

“Baekhyun,” the doctor's deep voice said. “You're awake. We thought we'd lost you.”

Things around him stopped and Baekhyun knew where he was now. in the operating room His body was covered in a blue plastic material. Every inch of my body trembled with pain.

He let out a choked coughing noise through his throat. After a while, it was followed by a long, high-pitched sound. show pain Tears flowed down uncontrollably and his body began to tremble. His body no longer had feelings. He no longer felt the pain from the wounds on his arms and legs that had been stepped on. The pain was only in his chest, his heart, and that for Baekhyun. It was the most pain he had ever experienced.

he is still alive He was where he didn't want to be.

Baekhyun lifted his swollen, scarred arm and wiped the tears from his face. He just noticed something. Baekhyun turned his arm over and slowly held his hand out.

In it, in the palm of his hand There was a blue marble no bigger than a pocket watch shaped like a heart.

The End

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