10080 × Anterograde Tomorrow

With love and hate.

Chanyeol hadn't heard that doorbell for a long time. Not since he moved back, not since he left D.O, not since he died. So when the ring rang through the house, curiosity peaked in the giant.

"Hello? Baekhyun?"

That name. That voice, sounded so familiar.

"Hi, I'm Do Kyungsoo I have short-term memory loss, ante something amnesia. This is where my best friend lived. I wanted to see him again."

It wasn't the Kyungsoo that drove Chanyeol's marriage to the ground, but the anger still resided.

"Get away from here. Baekhyun died." Kyungsoo's smile faltered a bit, but it refused to fall, his tears on the other hand, those were different.

"I know," the acceptance clear as he held an old picture up, the words: died four year ago (31 July 2012) scribbled in messy red ink over Baekhyun's smile, "I still wanted to visit him."

The two stood silently at the grave site. Kyungsoo dropping purple lilacs onto the grave softly before kneeling down, his ever bright smile shining through the mess of tears. Looking at the lilacs, Chanyeol's bittersweet smile came once more, those lilacs were the one thing Chanyeol swore to keep alive. Because Baekhyun planted them first. Planted them right next to tree that he sat under everyday, rain or shine. Doing nothing but simply running his hand over the faint markings.

"Hello Baekhyun. It sure has been a while. I read your book, I remember those days in high school where you tried to teach me the weird number thing. I could never really get the hang of it." A small chuckle rippled through Kyungsoo's small frame, before a sobs got harder. Soon speaking itself was hard.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I won't remember this. I remember our yesterdays, but will you remember our tomorrows hyung?"

Chanyeol placed a soft hand on Kyungsoo's shoulder, much like the one he saw Luna do when he took the unnoticed glance back at his writer. "Hyung, I feel like there was something ripped away from me. Something was taken, but I don't remember what it is. All I know is that whenever I try to remember it, my heart shatters hyung." With shaking hands the small boy lit a cigarette and brought the smoke stick to his mouth. "All I know is that smoking, reminds me of him. I don't know who he is, I just remember is seeing fireflies. Green, yellow and blue. Did you know, hyung, real fireflies light people from the inside out?" Chanyeol can nearly hear Baekhyun's laughter at the mere sentence, knowing that it made no sense, to anyone really.

"We, we should go the rain is started to come in and I don't want you to get sick." Chanyeol's voice was heavy and shaking, as though he held back the same sobs that Kyungsoo let loose.

"Can't you tell Park Chanyeol? I'm already dead." As the two walked to the car, Kyungsoo noticed Chanyeol's dragging figure. "Are you tired? I can drive, or we can get coffee?" The elder nodded quickly to the second choice, before giving the stranger his keys and letting sleep take him away.

Chanyeol awoke to see him staring at the house that he longed to call his home. A stemming cup of coffee in the drink holder, yet a body missing. Grabbing the cup of coffee, he was quick to finish it. The ever bitter taste of black coffee coursed down his throat, yet this cup didn't feel right. Just lie how every cup he made himself didn't feel right. Stepping out, the giant made a sprint for the house, through the coursing rain.

"Park Chanyeol, did you kill Baekhyun?" Chanyeol didn't know how to answer the abrupt question as he stepped foot into the candle lit house.

"Of course not, the cancer did."

"Park Chanyeol, I lived next to a writer name Kim Jongin and he said that he loved me. Yet I couldn't remember him and I couldn't love. And he had cancer, but I think I killed him. I think I killed him of heartbreak, of not being able to love him back. Do you think you did the same?"

"Baekhyun was a writer. And the last story he wrote was about us. About how I left him when he needed me the most. About how I abandoned him. About how I broke my promise at the alter.... about how I killed him..." And sobs came. "He loved me, and I chose convince over him. I chose lust over him. I killed him." And as Chanyeol sobbed and sobbed Kyungsoo did nothing to comfort him. That was until Chanyeol felt something hit him smack dab in the middle of his forehead. Opening his eyes, he saw his vision blocked by a yellow post it

My name is Do Kyungsoo. I call you hyung. You forgot why you loved Byun Baekhyun, but I will help you remember.

"See you tomorrow Hyung! Don't forget!" And with that Kyungsoo was out the door.

Chuckling at the young boy's antics, Chanyeol threw himself onto the couch watching the fireplace flicker,

"Maybe just for a week." However, if his eyes were to move to the side for just a moment he would see a crinkled, hand written book with a yellow post it note on top reading:

01001001 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100001 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01110011 01110100 01101111 01110010 01111001 00101100 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110111 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100001 01100100 00100000 01101101 01101001 01101110 01100101