CAELUM

CHAPTER 35

AUTHOR'S POV:

The letter safely kept on the table lands on the floor swaying with the wind reading:

Dear Kyungsoo,

How have you been? I heard about your new project. Also watched the press conference. Wishing you all the best for the upcoming project. I don't know if I have the right to say this or not, but you looked so tired that day. Did you rest properly during the shoot? Pretty sure you didn't, right? You should take care of yourself Kyungsoo, please don't overwork. I probably have no right to say that but as a well-wisher, I told it. It depends on your will and wish to listen to it.

How is our family doing? How's Sehun? Is he doing well? What about kids? Is Toben still not listening to Chanyeol? That boy seriously. There hasn't been a day when my mind didn't think about you all. It's been 16 months since I'm away from home for work, and I miss being there. I know you all saw my message but haven't replied yet, and that's fine. All of you were busy with your works so don't feel bad alright? You all seeing the message is enough for me. How are our parents doing? Are they having their meds, food and resting properly? Are you all staying warm?

The winter's cold this time. Has Jongin come back from his dance performance? Aryana sent me the recorded video of his performance and he nailed it. As yours and Jongin's birthday is around the corner and I can't come there as the work here has reached its most important stage, so I'm sending your presents. I still remember the way your eyes shone when you looked at this book when we went on a small vacation. Hence, I thought why don't I buy this for you. I must say you have really good taste in choosing recipe books huh? Hope you like my gift. Enjoy making new dishes.

To be honest, I don't really know why am I writing a letter in the generation of text messages, but I felt like writing one. I don't intend to make Sehun or Naomi or Sereia or you or anyone for that matter of fact uncomfortable that I've kept an update about how's everyone doing. I really don't. I just want you guys to be happy, safe and take care of yourselves that's it. Also, please don't forgive me that soon. Take your time. I'm not mad or upset with anyone. This letter makes no sense so even if you happen to read this, just tear it into pieces. I'm just not good with words like I was before. Is the letter getting too long and giving you uneasiness? Guessing it does. Apologies for doing so. I'll make sure to maintain the distance from next time. I'll take my leave. Take care.

-  Someone you all know.

CHANYOEL'S POV:

Driving back home, I run a hand through my hair. "It was such a tiring day". While driving I happen to find a perfume store. Parking my car to a side, I go in with a thought to buy a perfume for Rhiu. She loves Kenneth Cole perfumes. The manager of the store welcomes me. "Good evening, Sir, how may I help you". "Evening, uhh could you please take me to section where I can find perfumes made by Kenneth Cole?". "Kenneth Cole right sir?". "Right". He smiles. "Sure sir, please come this way". I nod and follow her. He takes me to the section where I find all the Kenneth Cole perfumes. "Good evening, Sir, how may I guide you today". "Evening, can you please tell me what would be a perfect gift for a competitive, bold and classy wife".

She smiles brightly and gently takes out a perfume bottle and its named intensity. *Ha-ha perfect for my fierce women*. Placing it carefully on the table, she brings a tester paper strip for the perfume. They give me coffee beans to smell so that I can smell the scent properly. Spraying it on the strip, she shakes it and gives the strip to me. The scent intoxicates me just like Rhiu does. "Sir, this perfume has a bold give off. Starting with a spicy scent, it comes down to a very mellow smell of coffee and earthy woods". I smile and nod. "Perfect for her" I mutter under my breath. "It's absolutely according to the description I gave. Please pack this one". "Sure sir, anything else". "No thanks, dear". She hands the perfume bottle to the other representative.