People love him, but he loves you
Baekhyun oneshoot
~dedicated for my favorite human being, my happy virus, Byun Baekhyun. Hope this'll be finished before he came back from the military service~
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25 December
I wake up on your bed, facing the white snow outside the window. Today was 2 degree celsius, it's a cold that pierces to the deepest part of your skin until it finally reaches your bones. But I'm not shivering. A pair of arms and a heavy breath on my nape brings me to a warmth that makes anyone reluctant to get out of bed.
"You need to wake up and get dressed, baby. we can't be late." I let out a heavy sigh when the men behind me pulled the blanket and covered us completely, instead. We both realized something was missing, wait, where's the good morning?
Are we trying to get used to without saying good morning? Oh no, it can't be like this, we can't, i can't. "I know it's perfect to have a dream under the snowy sky, but good morning sir, and get ready to face the world."
He let out a little chuckle, "I will go to church first, you can go directly to mom's house."
The moment I felt his movement rising from the bed, emptiness enveloped my body in the blink of an eye. "Uh, N-no! I'll drive you, and wait." I stood up and showed the purest smile I could, "It's okay, I'm fine." I raised both my hands to prevent him from speaking, that was the dot at the end of my sentence, then it's a final.
He walked closer to me and gave a small kiss on my forehead as an agreement.
If you enjoy it, time will run very fast. Nevertheless when you hate it and hope time will stop then it will forget itself and pass faster.Because in addition to healing, time can also give you a very deep wound.
Hour after hour passed, the sun did not seem to stay long in the sky, the dark was gripping the night coming so fast. The sparkling lights flashed as if they wanted to match the moon and stars, competing to give light. We sat across from each other, with a candle burning in the middle.
Vanilla and chocolate scents danced around us, ensuring that every inch of the room felt the sweetness of the two people staring at each other.
"So we've come to the final weeks." He finally spoke, breaking the silence between us. "Please just, enjoy the meal." Unfortunately, I prefer silence. "Are you tired?" He was talkative, and I used to love it. I put down my spoon and fork, losing my appetite for what looked so delicious. I looked at his face, stabbed right into his eyeballs, "What do you mean?" "We're already running away for 4 years and it's all going well, then why don't we continue like that?" He raises his voice unconsciously. I look at him with disbelief, "Do you want to run for the rest of your life? We agree to not discuss it ever again, and do you want to close the book with a fight?" He shook his head slowly, "I don't even want to close this book."
26 December
"Good morning." He dropped his head on my shoulder. His head must still feel dizzy from the alcohol last night. "Good morning, I made coffee and soup. Wait for me in the dining room".
