“I like his hugs…”

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Chanyeol was at the rooftop reminiscing.

20 years and counting…

Chanyeol suddenly fell to the ground and cried.

“Why me?! I haven’t been doing anything bad at the age of 1 to 3 yet I’m still cursed with this disease?!”

Chanyeol started punching the floor with his fist multiple times until his fists became red with blood.

“Why?” Chanyeol muttered desperately.

What Chanyeol didn’t know that Baekhyun was there to witness everything.

Baekhyun’s hand was curled into a fist from the beginning to let Chanyeol have his moment.

But when Baekhyun saw Chanyeol’s bleeding fist, he began to run to Chanyeol.

“Chanyeol, what the heck are you doing?!” Baekhyun grabbed Chanyeol’s fist and bind his handkerchief to the bleeding fist.

“Baekhyun…”

“Chanyeol, it’s going to be okay. You told me that, right? You told your dad that, right? And now, I’m telling you. It’s going to be alright.” Baekhyun cupped Chanyeol’s cheeks.

“You don’t understand, Baekhyun. I’m so tired.”

Baekhyun hugged Chanyeol as the latter was still crying uncontrollably.

“Chanyeol… you have your dad, Jongin and me. You have me, Chanyeol! We need you.”

Chanyeol just held unto Baekhyun tighter.

“Everything’s going to be fine. You