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"... i die."

my mind swam. a part of me already suspected it, but i refused to believe. he was going on a suicidal mission, for god's sake.

i shook his hands off mine and grabbed either side of his arms instead. looking up, i tried to show him my desperation, my fear of losing him. his gaze faltered for a moment, but from the way he pressed his lips into a thin line, i knew he already decided. and nothing would change byun baekhyun's mind. not even me.

so i slowly released his arms in reluctance.  

to my surprise, he pulled me in for a tight hug with my face pressed against his chest. a hand smoothed my hair gently, while the other was placed at the small of my back. i brought both arms up to encircle around his waist, and tried to inhale as much of his scent as i could. 

"i'll find a way to survive." he whispered. "i swear."

"you'd better." i mumbled. "but why can't i go with you?"

"along the journey, there will be barriers to get through. anything and anyone aside from angels and demons will lose their life if they attempt to pass the barriers. i'm not going to risk losing you."

with that, he let go of me and held out a silver bracelet, identical to the one that he gave me before. beckoning me to put it on, he took out another one and attached it firmly around his wrist as well. 

"this acts like a telepathy bond." he explained. "it will heat up when the other is under emotional stress, or otherwise also known as in danger."

i fingered the cold metal that was clasped snugly around my wrist. subconsciously, my thoughts wandered to back when i was with kai in my school and baekhyun appeared. i couldn't help but wonder how he was doing.

that was a part of me that never changed. no matter how many centuries have passed, or how many reincarnations of yeonhee there were, i'd always care for kai. he, unfortunately, had seen this as an obsessive love.

then, an idea popped into my head.

"can kai help you on your journey?"

to my dismay, baekhyun shook his head. "he is on my dad's side. besides," his gaze darkened. "we aren't really on good terms."

the unwelcome memory of being assaulted by kai on the cruise flitted into my mind. 

baekhyun took a look at the clear blue sky and urged me to head into the house. i took a few reluctant steps and placed a hand on the door handle before turning back. baekhyun was gazing at me with an unreadable expression, my longing for him reflected in his eyes. 

"you'll be back soon, right?" i asked.

"of course." he replied. "i won't leave my princess here."

instead of getting annoyed, i found a smile tugging at my lips as the infamous nickname made a comeback. before i could say anything else, he was already walking away. internally, i screamed for him to stop, to come back to this safe haven. 

but i stood rooted to my spot and watched his retreating form get shrouded by shadows before he disappeared altogether. 

//

days passed, then weeks. 

i busied myself with cleaning the house — not that there was much to clean anyway. the food supplies seemed to be never-ending, and all electronic gadgets were working pretty well so i'd never gotten bored. the first few days were spent exploring the 2-storey house which consisted of 1 bedroom, 1 entertainment room, 1 guest room, and 1 toilet. i found myself using the balcony often to look out into the neighbourhood. 

it was no wonder that baekhyun chose this location to build the house. over here, one can overlook the entire 'city', which to be honest, consisted of only the neighbourhood that we were living in. in the far distance was a dead end, and a pastel pink door stood in the middle of it. from where i stood, it looked just like a huge, grey rectangular box where the door was the only entrance to it. 

i couldn't help but wonder what lies behind the door.

14 days after he left, i found myself at the balcony once again. the cold steel railings were a great relief for my warm arms. i rested my head on my palms and stared idly at the brightly lit streets. for a moment, my thoughts wandered to my parents. how are they doing? did they notice i was gone? or did baekhyun stop the time in my world? 

the number of questions was endless. i didn't even want to think about my angel parents. for all i know, they had abandoned me back then, and probably wouldn't hesitate to do so again. as for pamela, i still wasn't sure about her intentions. 

suddenly, i felt extremely useless. all i could do was stand here and wait for answers to come, to be honest. i tried not to think about baekhyun at all, even though i was tempted to go look for him. but the more i attempted to push him out from my thoughts, the stronger he came back. 

visible clouds of air formed as i breathed. shivering a little, i stepped back into the room and closed the glass doors before changing into my sleepwear.

another night of nightmares. another night of dreaming about baekhyun dying.

//

shafts of light filtered in through the translucent curtains, gently caressing my sleeping form. stretching, i let out a yawn and sat up in bed. through heavy eyelids and tangled hair, i made a mental note that it's day 15. 

after changing into a simple outfit of plain black tee and faded jeans, i made my way outside and searched for my companions. the puppies.

it didn't take me long to locate one. as soon as it saw me, it came running over happily with its tail wagging. grinning, i crouched and petted its head. without them, i probably would've gone crazy with the lack of social interaction.

just as i stood to leave, a familiar burning sensation caught my attention. i looked down to see the bracelet glowing slightly, the warmness definitely emanating from it. being so used to the bracelet that fit perfectly, i hardly noticed it was there until now. baekhyun's words rang in my head.

"it will heat up when the other is in danger.

i looked up sharply, oblivious to the puppy's playful barks.

  oh no.

rushing back to the house, i made a beeline for the bedroom and quickly grabbed my backpack. it was already packed with necessities that i had placed inside when i suspected this day would come. after throwing on a navy blue coat, i stumbled to wear my shoes, all the while aware of the strong heat coming from the bracelet. it had gotten uncomfortably warm. 

i did not have a good plan — hell, there was not even any plan in the first place — but i knew i had to find him fast. the only way out of here is through that pastel pink door that i saw from the balcony, and i had to grab that chance.

as i closed the door behind me and stepped out with the snow crunching under my boots, all i could do was pray. over and over again.

"please be alright. please.



a/n; rip grammar. 

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