Summary:
Chanyeol goes back to prevent a terrible accident, but causes more than he fixes.
Can you change the past?
And is it meant to be changed?
Park Chanyeol x Byun Baekhyun
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It's going to rain
The monochrome colours were mixed up with the splashes of red. Echoing footsteps filled the scene of the criminal escaping in panic. The crimson liquid soaking the boys white shirt seemed to have no end as it continued pouring. He was on the ground gripping his throat. Then he stopped, and so did the world around him. A gush of wind pushed me in further down the dead-end valley where he now lay.
"Baekhyun?" I barely audible cried out.
It wasn't real.
My body tensed and I was in a trancelike state. I clenched the fabric of my dark jeans trying to cope with the mix of feelings boiling inside me.
"Baekhyun!?" I called breaking out of my paralyzed state.
He was a lifeless lump soaked in the April rain and his own blood. Messy brown locks framed a petite face. The pavement shone like silver around him.
If I didn't believe it it wasn't real, here was another solution. Thinking that was my first mistake.
I took one last glance at Baekhyun's body before I closed my eyes, Concentrating on the first place I could remember from earlier today. I could see the room, the benches, the boy sitting beside me, my book- I was overwhelmed by a wave of dizziness and I stumbled a bit.
I looked up at the gray sky, letting the droplets cool my face. My anger and frustration flickered to determination for just a short second. That however was enough. There was only one way out of this. That was was backwards.
Regaining my balance, I tried again. I crouched down on the wet pavement, clenching my eyes shut even harder.
The present faded and the past took place.
...
The boy jerked awake, a gush of wind caressed the dark strands of his hair. It was quiet.
"So Chanyeol, care to answer?"
Giggles spread across the room while he just stared back blankly at the teachers face. Locking eyes with Xiumin from across the room, he looked worriedly at the boy and mouthed something probably asking If he was ok. He looked away.
"Chanyeol?"
She loomed over him, glaring down at the boy. She huffed and turned around to face the rest of the class.
"If you have a negative fraction you can make it positive by adding it-"
Chanyeol stood up abruptly, the chair smashed into the floor. Heads turned. The whole class had gone quiet in an instant. Storming out of the classroom the quiet turned into a sea of hushed whispers. The door slammed shut.
The air felt heavy as he forcefully continued sucking it down his lungs, faster and faster.
Echoes bounced in the empty corridor.
He wasn't sure what to do, he wasn't even sure what he was doing. Wandering down the corridor he let his thoughts consume him and let subconsciousness lead him.. Room B203. The tall boy peeked through the rectangular window.
There he was, his chocolate brown locks were covering his eyes as he was leaning over the book, concentrating but probably still failing miserably. Even in his casualty he was a sight to behold. Maths had always been difficult for him. It made Chanyeol smile a little.
