His Hidden Side [HIATUS]

Chapter 22

Baekhyun POV (this chapter is all his pov)

"Where is this?"

I shook my head slightly to get a better view of the place but nothing else is shown, just a pure lightness and whiteness. As I slowly step infront, sort of walking in the air, someone taps my shoulder gently.

I turn around, groaning when a ray of lights blinds me. As I adjusted to the shine, I saw my mom standing infront of me, grinning as wide as the last time I saw her with father beside her. She.. shouldn't be here, isn't it? Because obviously, she is dead eversince I was still a young boy.

"Mom, is that you?", I asked, reaching my hand as I brush it over her invisible face.

I.. I can't touch her.

"Don't be afraid, Baekhyun-ahh.", She murmurs, giving a mother-like smile as she wraps her arms around me.

Though I can't feel it, I still embrace her, sobbing hardly as I muttered, "I miss you. I miss you so damn much."

"I--we miss you too.", she said, not forgetting the man beside her.

Soon, father envelopes us together and finally, after all of these years, I feel complete. But my stubborn heart still want her to be here too.

"Baekhyun-ahh, how are you doing these days?", mother whispered as she lets me go.

I miss her touch but I still answer her question obediently, "Sucks"

"Aigoo, young boy. You shouldn't curse here."

She chuckled and I realised how I miss that laugh around me now and before.

"Mom, I want to be here with you..", I whined, being the brat spoiled kid I am.

"Baekhyun, I want it too. But no matter how much I want it, you shouldn't. You have life, a pretty good life.", she tucks my messy hair, "you have someone to protect and you deserve happiness, baby boy."

"Yeah, I know. But, I'm just missing how you would cook my fav food when I am sick, or nag at me when I didn't do my laundry or maybe, when we just spend times together back then when I'm still in kindergarten. You left me too early, mum and I regret it."

My sighs come with teary eyes as I braven myself to look into my mother's eyes, capturing this moment so that I won't forget it.

"Thats why, don't leave her as early as I did. Take care of her. Love her. She might can cook for yoy or nag at you when I can't, Baekhyun."

Her voice start to sound hoarse as she tries to hold the tears inside. Father besides her already hides his face, looking another direction when I try, for the last time to gaze at him.

"Fine, I'll take care of her.. But what about grandma?"

"Don't worry my son. Sooner, I'll take care of her for you."

"Promise me?"

"Promised you."

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Soon, I was engulfed by a storm of darkness and I start to feel numb all over my body. I can't move, literally.

Dimness accompany me while I struggle alone in this suffocating situation. I can feel whispers around me, sort of Chanyeol's voice a little bit. I focused more and I could sense a warm liquids on my hands, probably tears?