one-shot collection

3. shooting star

Chanyeol suffered from insomnia and it always made him wake up in the middle of the night, since he was a child.

This evening couldn't be different. The boy got rid of the sheets covering him and slowly stepped out of his bedroom. Usually, he would watch some TV show or listen to music, but he didn't want to do it this time. He went to the backyard and looked up at the sky.

He lived alone in a big and beautiful house, located in the countryside. It was quiet and lonely. The cold wind made him shiver a bit.

Even living far away from the metropolis, Chanyeol had never noticed the beauty of the starry sky upon him.

He stayed outside for a very long time. Sitting on a chair with his legs crossed and a blanket protecting him from the cold breeze, he stared at the bright points in the black sky above. The moon was full. He drew imaginary lines, connecting one star to another.

Chanyeol was so envious. He wanted to be one of them. He wanted to be embraced by someone else's light. He wanted someone to make him forget about the darkness around him.

Snapping away the awful thoughts, he realized it was time to go back to sleep. Before entering the house, he took one last glance into the vast night sky. Then, a flamming, bright white line started to rip down the sky. The astro was falling down and blotting out the other stars, making them look like just insignificant spots. Chanyeol closed his eyes and made what everyone else would: a wish.

He didn't want clothes, cars or money. He wanted something much deeper and meaningful; something which you can't catch with your hands.

"I want to be loved."

[...]

The rays of sunshine passed through the curtains and reached his face. He woke up early and took a warm shower. After turning the TV on, he stretched his legs on the couch and ate a bowl of cereals with milk. Chanyeol was watching the news when he heard someone knocking on his door.

He carefully opened the door to see a tiny pink-haired boy, standing in front of him holding his own hands. His eyes were tearing up and he looked troubled.

"Can I help you?" The taller one asked.

"I-I think I'm lost. Can I stay here for a little?" Chanyeol didn't want to let him. But he knew the city was pretty far from there and the boy must had been walking a lot. He needed to rest.

"Okay, but just for today. Get in." The small guy cheered up a bit and thanked him. "What's your name?"

"Byun Baekhyun. What about yours?"

"Mine is Park Chanyeol. Make yourself at home." Both entered in the house and Baekhyun sat on the sofa, observing the large living room. "Wait here for a minute, I'll prepare you something to drink."

The small boy waited quietly and saw the other one coming back with a cup in his hands. He had made him tea.

The drink made Baekhyun warm up and feel better. After hearing him talking a bit about himself and how he got lost, Chanyeol showed him the house. "You can use this room. Mine is right next to yours, on the next door. If you need something, call me." He nodded while listening to the instructions. "Also, you must be tired so... would you like to take a shower?"

"Yes."

The tall boy guided him to the bathroom and got back to the kitchen to cook lunch. Baekhyun washed himself quickly and went to his room, then noticed he didn't have any other clothes. He covered himself with the towel he got and went downstairs.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" Chanyeol looked up and saw the boy standing there wearing nothing but a white towel, wrapped around his body like a dress. The plate he was holding shattered on the floor and he was breathless. "Oh my God! Are you alright?"