Maybe Then Tomorrow

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"Fuck" Chanyeol grunts and then laughed at himself when he almost fell over as he tries to stand up, the heavy bass pounding in his head made him feel sick in the stomach, mans on the early side of drunk already.

He stay sitted on the couch, dizzy and body not quite cooperating with him at the moment when he heared someone calling his name.

"Chanyeol! Park Chanyeol!" a small drunk man with a shrilly voice suddenly appeared beside him, he squinted his eyes to try and see if he can recognize his face but the stream of neon lights dancing around them just made his eyes blurry and head spin.

"Bro, why are you just sitting here? you should go to where the fun is, come on!" he was just about to say no but his whole body feels really heavy and floaty right now that it doesn't take a strong amount of force for the man to drag him away from the couch.

He was then forced to sit on the middle of a big couch, occupied by few people who are either making out or mixing drinks.

A heavy hand rested on his right shoulder and before he can turn his head to know who's the owner of it, someone tugged on his chin and made him look upward, a woman with short blonde hair was standing in front of him and before his brain can process anything more about the situation, he felt himself being kissed, actually no, it was more like being forced to open his mouth when the woman wrapped a hand around his nape and digged her nails on the flesh which made him gasp. Before he knew it there's liquid being transferred on his mouth already, he almost choked, some of the drink escape through the corner of their linked mouths.

Chanyeol tried to push her but the woman used her whole body weight to pin him down on the couch, she put her legs on the couch to bracket his thighs while her other hand starts to wander on his chest.

With all the force his hazy mind and slow body can muster, he managed to pull away from her and coughed, his throat feels like it's burning and his tongue feels all tingly, he heard the woman laughed loudly before leaving from his lap.

After a few more coughs and dry heaving, his vision started getting cloudy, he started to hear buzzing sounds in his ear which slowly turns into static before everything went completely blackㅡ

**

Chanyeol jolted awake when he felt two small hands shaking him, eyes blinking owlishly at the white ceiling, still getting used to the bright light coming from the parted curtains of the room.

He can't help but smile before turning to his side and grabbing the small boy and making him sit above his stomach with his back being supported by Chanyeol's thighs.

"Da.. da!" the small boy shrieked happily upon seeing him awake.

"Good morning, little one" He softly greets while pinching the kid's pink and chubby cheeks which earned him a series of giggles before the boy leans down to rest his head on his father's chest, he soflty combed the latter's wild hair.

"Dada.. bwe- be past?" the kid suddenly asked while playing with the cloth of his sleeping shirt.

Chanyeol smiled widely, he might as well have melted on his bed right then and there, the small boy is just so adorable and he is making his heart ache in the most pleasant way possible.

"Right! Dada's going to get up now and prepare us some breakfast, okay?" He said while patting the boy's back gently who is now busy drawing small figures on his clothed chest.

"want pwancakes!" the kid exclaimed while looking up at him with big sparkly eyes, Chanyeol can't help but coo at his son's cuteness, he kissed the tip of the kid's nose before slowly rousing up to a sitting position and letting the little boy down on the floor to arranged their bed first.

"Very well then, we're having pancakes for breakfast as per the prince's request" He said while grinning that made the boy jump and smile widely, he ruffled the kid's hair affectionately before ushering him out to wait for him in the dining room.

Once the bedroom door closes, Chanyeol let out a heavy sigh as he remember the content of his dream, it's about that night again.

Try as he may, any happiness he felt earlier seeped out of his body and was quickly replaced by bitterness and resent to his own self for letting something ruin the most precious and important thing only the Park Chanyeol in the past could ever have.

He knows that he shouldn't let his past mistakes determine his happiness today but can you really blame him?

Can you really blame him when all he's ever known is to be with the person who keeps him going? the same person who made him brave and look forward to what the future has in store for him? Can you blame him?