Chapter song recommendation:
People and People: Silent Sorrow
Hwasa - LMM
___________________"Are you okay?"
"huh? yeah..."
Chanyeol looked away from Miyoungs gaze staring out the window, shaking his leg, while his fingers drummed on the table. "You seem...distracted. And you keep fidgeting." Chanyeol laughed "I'm fine. It's just been a long day."
"Oh. Well do you want to-"
"What do you think Baekhyun is doing right now?" Chanyeol suddenly cut her off. Miyoung tilted her head, looking at him curiously. He didn't like it. He felt strange, was he being strange? Something inside him felt anxious.
"Baekhyun, well doesn't he have a fanmeeting today?"
Chanyeol nodded, they were. "Do you think he's having fun?" Miyoung laughed at the question "Of course he is. He's living the dream right now."
The dream? Chanyeol stopped shaking his leg, looking down at the floor. "Do you think it's okay to let something special go?"
Miyoung raised an eyebrow "I don't understand what you mean?" Chanyeol wanted to tell her about the gazebo. He didn't know if he should, he wanted to let it go. Forget about it, but something was bothering him. Something was telling him to not give up on the gazebo. "Do you think construction workers would stop a project if a citizen put in a request?"
"P-probably not? Chanyeol what's with all the questions?" Miyoung laughed in disbelief, he couldn't blame her. He usually wasn't this type of person. "Miyoung... I'll leave first there's something I need to do." He stood up ignoring her complains and grabbed his guitar. Chanyeol ran back to the park as fast as he could, the sun was setting and he could see dark clouds slowly filling the sky.
Rain? was it actually going to Rain? it didn't matter, Chanyeol had to make it in time. Even if Baekhyun didn't care, he did. Not that he cared for Baekhyun. No, but that place was his. That's where he went to practice, and relax. He wasn't about to let them destroy it. Chanyeol ran towards the front entrance of the park, the bulldozers he had seen earlier were now gone.
They couldn't have already knocked it over? That quick? "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Chanyeol ran towards the far end of the park, dropping his guitar as he went. There was no way they could've been that fast.
Screw Baekhyun! He thought bitterly, here he was fighting for the gazebo when Baekhyun was out living the dream completely forgetting about him. To his relief the bulldozers had been moved closer to the gazebo, but it was still there. Standing old and proud. Chanyeol sighed, some of the trees around it had been cut down though. The small structure was now visible behind the pond. It was no longer hidden. It didn't matter, trees could be grown. so could a bigger garden. Chanyeol stepped over a large tree branch that lay on the ground. He made his way towards the small bridge over the pond.
"I told you to keep away kid, it's dangerous!"
A rough hand gripped his shoulder, turning him around. The man who had been putting up the signs earlier m stared at him angry. He now had a helmet on, as well as thick bright yellow gloves that were used for cutting wood. His small beard filled with dirt and his dark eyes pierced through to Chanyeols. Chanyeol bowed awkwardly "I know. but you guys can't tear down this gazebo!"
The man let go of him shaking his head. "I told you it's a done deal, Contracts have been sign, checks have been paid. There's no going back."
"But still, you can't." Chanyeol spoke a bit quieter now. He hadn't expected this kind of confrontation. He hadn't expected himself to feel so- helpless. "Welcome to the real world kid" The man started walking away and he could feel his frustration build. Real world? hadn't he been experiencing the real world this entire this time? Hadn't he had enough struggles to be able to call his life the real world?
YOU ARE READING
The Sound of Rain
RomanceBaekhyun is an art student who meets Chanyeol a mysterious guitar player at the same place everytime it rains, slowly they start to get to know and help each other in ways they never thought they could. -inspired by the garden of words