Epilogue
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Author's Note:
I want to extend my gratitude to all of you my lovely readers who supported this story since Book 1 (The Student Council's Secret) up to the Book 2. I really had fun writing for you for almost a year, being ChanBaek as my sole inspiration why we came this far. Thank you to all of you who waited for me and believed in me. I'm not here if it weren't for you.
It might be the end of the story but this is not the goodbye, as long as there's ChanBaek. I will continue to exist.
The Epilogue is long so prepare yourselves and make sure you have a strong heart, and as always, enjoy reading!
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He's already lost count.
He's been tired counting how many times he's been going back and forth. Thinking about him, worrying--- it's driving him insane. It seems like he's about to go crazy, every hour, every minute, every second passing by. Knowing Baekhyun's finally here but not seeing him in flesh, not feeling him breathe, feels like torture. What's more hurting is that, he can't do something about the situation. This is not what's supposed to happen. This is not what he has planned.
Where the hell are you.
I miss you so much.
I just want to... See you.
"Chanyeol."
He raises his head slowly towards the gentle voice, still in a praying position with his elbows resting above his knees. He hasn't got any sleep, even a single blink, ever since Baekhyun went missing. The woman can sense it through him, that he's tired and restless.
And broken.
"Do you want to hold her?"
Chanyeol closes his eyes, then shakes his head quietly. "No."
"Why not?"
"I might break her bones or something."
His mother chuckles lightly. "She got her eyes from her Daddy."
"Then she's ugly."
"Hey!" A light hit on his arm. "Don't speak of your niece like that."
The other side of him says he shouldn't be wasting time sitting here like a complete moron, that he must be out there searching for Baekhyun nonstop. But the other side of him still says he should join the rest of them inside, that he should welcome the new member of their family.
A warm hand squeezes his arm. He looks up to her, hesitantly.
"Are you still worried about him?"
