I kept my promise for once! Oh my, I actually feel so accomplished right now kuku

I really hope you guys enjoy this, because the ending is actually nearing, and again, I'm so sorry for leaving you guys to wait for more than two months. I'm so mean...

With tears on the brink of falling and a voice so frail, Baekhyun whispered: " Baekgyu loves you."

The moment those words tumbled out of Baekhyun's mouth, Chanyeol froze in his spot, watching as Baekhyun locked eyes with him one more time before bolting.

Baekhyun couldn't even make it to the door before Chanyeol grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

Baekhyun avoided all eye contact when Chanyeol began speaking again. "Baekhyun, I don't care about that. I want to know how you feel."

Chanyeol believed what Baekhyun said—he really did. After all, Baekhyun had said that Baekgyu loved him, but that wasn't the answer he was looking for.

He didn't want to know about anyone else's feelings but Baekhyun's.

He didn't want anyone but Baekhyun.

It baffled Chanyeol how Baekhyun didn't just tell him how he felt so that Chanyeol could finally feel somewhat complete. He needed to know Baekhyun's answer; to hear just three words come out of his mouth.

"Why can't you say something about how you feel for once?" Chanyeol asked and he saw tears falling out of Baekhyun's eyes, slipping down his perfect skin. "Look me in the eye, and tell me that you don't love me."

Baekhyun seemed so hesitant, unsure of his actions and emotions. "Don't ask me that," he whispered, and Chanyeol shook his head.

"Just give me an answer!" Chanyeol exclaimed, clearly fed up with the smaller. "Give me a real answer. Just tell me how you feel."

"I..." Baekhyun closed his eyes, his lip quivering as if he was holding back sobs. "I'm scared."

Chanyeol felt confusion fill him when Baekhyun said those words and suddenly Baekhyun wasn't whispering anymore. He seemed sure of his words now, and he spoke with a stronger voice.

"You wanted to know how I feel, and I'm scared of you, okay? I'm scared of what you've done and what you can do. The one thing I'm sure of is that I'm so, so scared. I..." Baekhyun ripped his arm out of Chanyeol's grasp and fully turned around so that he couldn't see Chanyeol anymore. "I don't want to see you anymore."

Chanyeol opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out.

"Don't try talking to me anymore," Baekhyun said in his previously quiet voice, "Stop imagining things," he sniffled, "and stop thinking that... I love you."

Silence followed after that and Baekhyun made his way to the dorm door with weak steps, putting his shoes on and putting his hand on the doorknob.

He stopped, one more time, because in all honesty he just wanted to turn back and say the truth but it was too late now. He had lied far too many times, so what was the harm in lying for the rest of the time?

Baekhyun opened the door and just as he was about to step out, Chanyeol's voice stopped him.

"I don't believe that."

He froze in his spot when he heard those words, and another wave of tears and sobs came crashing towards him and his feet moved on its own when he realized Chanyeol was approaching. He knew that if he turned around now, he wouldn't be able to lie any longer and everything about how he felt and what he thought would be spilled out into the world.

Chanyeol quickly went after Baekhyun, because how could he believe those words when the entire time, Baekhyun hadn't even been showing his face? If he had truly meant it, he would've looked at Chanyeol and told him to stop.

Chanyeol rounded the corner that he had seen Baekhyun turn around, and he was met with another section of the hallway; except, this time, it was empty.

He looked around to check if he had taken the wrong turn but instead spotted the sign for the elevators, immediately making his way over to nearest one.

After he had left his and Baekhyun's dorm yesterday, he tried repeating to himself that he hated Baekhyun for everything he did to him.

He told himself that no, he didn't like it when Baekhyun smiled at him.

No, he didn't like it when Baekhyun stumbled over his words.

No, he didn't like it when Baekhyun was faking anger.

No, he didn't like it when Baekhyun wanted to hold his hand.

No, he did not like Byun Baekhyun... Yet here he was, chasing after the guy he was supposed to hate.

Chanyeol saw the doors to the elevator closing and he all but walked, making it in front of the lift and spotting the person he so desperately longed for disappearing behind the closing barriers.

Baekhyun looked up from the button he was pressing repeatedly and he once again locked gazes with Chanyeol, his face frantic but his eyes telling a different story altogether.

The moment Chanyeol registered which emotion filled Baekhyun's eyes, his movements stopped as he watched, frozen, as the doors slowly closed in front of him. The world stopped for both of them as Chanyeol felt his heart wrenching at how afraid Baekhyun had truly looked.

The last sliver of sight into the compartment was of Baekhyun watching him stand and do nothing.

The elevator beeped quietly every time it went down one floor, and Chanyeol counted three until he knew Baekhyun was off and making his way out of the building doors.

He didn't stop because he had suddenly remembered something important or gotten a call at such a critical moment, it was because of the way Baekhyun was looking at him. His eyes, staring straight at Chanyeol, wasn't something he could stomach.

In the warm brown eyes that Chanyeol adored so dearly, was pure fear.

The taller could see it, plain as day. It looked as if a gun was being held up to Baekhyun's head—and the one holding it was Chanyeol.

He had been repeatedly asking himself: Does Baekhyun love me?

But with the way Baekhyun looked at him, he couldn't help feeling that he was sure with the answer.

Maybe—maybe he had just been fooling himself this entire time. He tricked himself into saying that maybe Baekhyun loved him. He saw the acts that Baekhyun put up as something that was real, and not just for show to help his twin brother.

Baekhyun wasn't lying earlier when he said he was afraid, and the only reason he didn't look at Chanyeol was because he couldn't stand seeing Chanyeol.

Chanyeol wished he could just disappear off of the face of the earth because of how stupid he had been not to notice it before.

Baekhyun, in Chanyeol's mind, was afraid of him because Chanyeol had taken it too far. Asking him if he loved him? Was he insane? Everything that Baekhyun had done with him, said to him, and experienced with him was fake.

The perfect little world that Chanyeol wanted for the two of them was just a dream.

In reality, all that happened was a misunderstanding, there was no sparks or fireworks, it was just a complication that Chanyeol had to one day move on from. Baekhyun was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, and Chanyeol had just found the wrong person and stayed with the wrong person.

It was all just wrong.

Baekhyun's actions were nothing but a ploy to help Baekgyu, and Chanyeol had just fallen for all of the masks that Baekhyun had put on in front of him. He was now wondering if he even knew who the real Baekhyun was. The entire time he'd been with Baekhyun was of the smaller acting as Baekgyu... Did Chanyeol just fall in love with someone fictional? Someone who only existed to cover up for mishaps here and there?

But even with these thoughts on his mind, Chanyeol still couldn't shake away the itch of wanting to further chase Baekhyun just to see him.

Chanyeol knew that the time spent using to dwell on whether Baekhyun felt the same for him should've been spent moving on from the two that twisted his life like Twizzlers.

He considered that the thoughts he had on Baekhyun loving him back and asking him if he did was probably the most insane thing he'd ever done in his life, but he also figured that yeah, that was also probably the most humane thing he could've done.

After all, love, even if undescribable, made people do the weirdest things.

It didn't matter whether there was a cliff a few steps away—to get to the place where the person holding their heart was, they'd walk blindly forward.

Chanyeol had been stupid, and Baekhyun had done the regretful thing in getting involved with someone who fell in love with him too quickly.

He had only tried once, but he decided that he didn't need to go after Baekhyun any longer; he was giving up.

The answer to Chanyeol's question that he had asked before was no.

Baekhyun did not love him.

At least, that's what Chanyeol now believed.

~

"What do I do, Yixing?" Baekhyun asked, his eyes teary as he held the phone to his ear, sniffling every once in a while. "I—I keep lying to him and he looked so hurt."

Baekhyun was curled up on a bed, alone in Jongdae's dorm (he totally didn't sneak in because the idiot left the door unlocked). Earlier, Baekgyu had given him a text that he would go back to their parent's house so Baekhyun's dorm should be empty, but he didn't want to risk seeing Chanyeol.

After returning from Kyungsoo's dorm, he had just completely broken down and called his old best friend, explaining his entire situation and what he had gotten himself tangled up in. Yixing, being the precious person he was, listened and commented only when necessary, giving helpful advice and stopping Baekhyun from trailing off topic about other things.

"He asked me if I loved him," Baekhyun stated, hiccupping as fresh tears came out only to stain the pillow under his head. "I don't know what to say... I do, but I don't..."

Yixing sighed and Baekhyun could imagine him shaking his head. "All of this... You, saying that you don't want to be selfish... Do you know how idiotic you are? " Yixing said all of a sudden, surprising Baekhyun.

"I'm not an idiot," Baekhyun denied, "Baekgyu loves Chanyeol so much that he literally stopped getting treatment just to come stop me."

"Doesn't that make Baekgyu the selfish one? " Yixing cut in, and Baekhyun gnawed on his bottom lip. "Okay, just think about this. If you found out that Baekgyu loved someone that you had previously thrown away, would you come running back just to rip him out of Baekgyu's arms? "

"No..."

"Exactly."

Even with Yixing's words, Baekhyun still couldn't help with feeling that his emotions weren't supposed to be part of the equation.

"Have you ever thought about how Chanyeol felt? " Yixing asked, his tone less scolding than before, "If he asked you if you loved him—and only you and not Baekgyu, doesn't that mean something?"

Baekhyun thought back to the earlier scene and the feeling that had grabbed his heart when Chanyeol said those words, but he stopped reminiscing about that feeling that he was addicted to—it wasn't healthy for his heart.

"Chanyeol just wants me to tell the truth so that he can reject me and be done with me," Baekhyun replied, lying even to himself.

"Baekhyun, I've always been on your side... But with this one, I don't know. You don't even seem selfless anymore you're just... Afraid of your own feelings now."

Baekhyun knew that Yixing's words were true.

Earlier, when he had run away, it had only been because he was afraid of losing to himself and giving into Chanyeol.

He was afraid of falling even deeper and not being able to crawl out even with a ladder by his side. Chanyeol was—undeniably—everything he wanted, with the tiny fact that he'd be crushing his brother's dreams.

He was so afraid, to the point where he just wanted to ball up in a corner and stay there to wait for the waves to calm down and the rain to stop falling.

Yixing hung up after giving one last piece of advice: "Before thinking about how you've been selfish, think about how others feel first."

Baekhyun put his phone beside him on the bed and thought about the talk he had with Yixing, wondering when his friend had developed such a strong personality.

Sometimes, he just wished that he himself was a flawed character in the grand scheme of a perfect love story just waiting to happen. He wanted it to be like one of those books where he got a happy ending—everyone alive, everyone in love. He didn't even want to be a main character—heck, he could be the main character's best friend's friend's friend, and he wouldn't care. He just wanted a happy ending of his own. A mere sentence that just stated "Baekhyun fell in love with a wonderful person and lived a happy life" would've been enough.

Baekhyun fell asleep in that position, wondering if one day he could write a story about how his life had played out, who he had met, and the perfect person that he had first fallen in love with.

~

The sound of the dorm door opening was what pulled Baekhyun out of his sleep, causing the puppy-like adult to rub his eyes tiredly. A few seconds and the sound of footsteps later, the door to the room opened and Jongdae nearly screamed when he saw that someone was laying in his bed.

"Baekgyu?! What the hell are you doing here?!" He exclaimed, and it took Baekhyun's muddled mind a few seconds to reply.

"Mmm... Sleeping?" He answered and tiredly crawled off of Jongdae's bed, nearly falling face first on the way. Once he was standing he walked to Jongdae and briefly patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks for letting me sleep here."

"I didn't," Jongdae stated with an eyeroll, but Baekhyun was already putting on his shoes. "Next time, maybe give me a text so that I won't wreck my vocal chords because of screaming. Good idea?" He asked and Baekhyun laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. How about next time you lock the door. Good idea?"

Jongdae groaned and resisted the urge to chuck his ball cap at the back of Baekhyun's head. "You're always so sassy when you wake up."

"For your information, this is the first time you've seen me wake up." And with that, Baekhyun closed the door behind him, stretching in the hallway and smacking his lips.

He trudged back to his dorm building without a thought, but when he was already in the elevator and heading to his room, he wondered if Chanyeol was there or not. The thought was quickly replaced with gibberish, because Baekhyun still felt like he was sleeping and everything was still a part of his fake reality.

Earlier, he had a dream that felt oddly like it was real life. Although he couldn't remember who he was spending his time with, he knew he owned a small home, a few cats, and for some reason he specifically remembered having a giant hedgehog plush.

If he could, he wanted that dream to actually happen in the future because he recalled feeling extremely happy and at ease.

As he exited the elevator and sleepily made his way over to his dorm door, he paused in his path as he spotted someone on the other side of the hallway, staring straight at him too.

"Chanyeol."

"Baekhyun."

There was an awkward moment where both of them weren't moving, but after that Chanyeol cleared his throat and pulled out his keys, unlocking the door for both of them.

They entered one after another, taking off their shoes like they had done more than a hundred times, except this time it was completely silent, without the usual jokes or conversations about how they've been doing, or what teacher they hate with all their heart.

Baekhyun would've run away, if not for the fact that Chanyeol didn't even seem like he was going to try talking to him again—which was a good thing, Baekhyun told himself.

They put their stuff away, both trying to ignore that the silence was attempting to choke them. Baekhyun entered their room first, seeing his disheveled bed that Baekgyu probably didn't bother cleaning up.

He checked the clock, and noted that he had many hours before his class started. He still couldn't believe that only a short time had passed since Chanyeol had asked him the question that he still couldn't answer. Once all his stuff was put away, Baekhyun flopped down onto his bed and before he knew it, he was out cold.

Chanyeol, on the other hand, was preparing to take a shower since he didn't yesterday. He looked at Baekhyun's sleeping figure on the bed and remembered what Baekhyun had told him and the way he had looked at him. It hurt Chanyeol's heart to no end, but he held back everything he wanted to do and instead entered the washroom.

Seeing the shampoo bottle that Baekhyun had basically claimed as his own made Chanyeol feel even worse, and he tried not to think about it as he continued on to take a shower.

Once he was done, he put on all his clothes and left the washroom while drying his hair.

Baekhyun was in the exact same position when he came back into the room, and just as he sat down on the bed, he heard Baekhyun's phone ringing.

He decided to ignore it, but when Baekhyun didn't wake up, he called his name.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol called, but the smaller didn't wake up.

If Baekhyun's chest didn't have that slow rise and fall, Chanyeol would've already thought he was dead.

He called Baekhyun's name one more time, but when he didn't get an answer, he sighed and stood up, deciding to spare the person calling Baekhyun and telling them that he was asleep.

He saw the ID 'Yixing' and he vaguely remembered Baekhyun telling him that he was one of his best friends.

Chanyeol answered the call and put it up against his ear. Just as he was about to talk, the other started talking first.

"Baekhyun, I changed my mind. I can see that your emotions are just really messed up right now, and I just wanted to say that even if you keep lying and telling Chanyeol that you don't love him, I'll support you."

Chanyeol furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to make sense of Yixing's words. Whoever he was, he was talking quickly and without a rest, as if he had limited time that he didn't want to waste.

"I know you love him a lot, and I just want to help you with your messed up twin complications."

Chanyeol's eyes widened at his words as he finally understood what was going on and he quickly hung up just as Yixing was saying more. He didn't care if Yixing was weirded out that 'Baekhyun' suddenly hung up on him, because Chanyeol felt as if he was invading his private space.

But at the moment, he couldn't really think about that, all he thought about were Yixing's words.

'Love him'? Does Baekhyun possibly...

Chanyeol turned and looked at Baekhyun's sleeping face, Yixing's words repeating in his head.

How could someone, who looked as peaceful as an angel, make him feel as if the devil was wreaking havoc inside of his heart?

Maybe it was because of Baekhyun's unimportant but important words, or his small but grand gestures. He was the sun during the night, the warmth during winter and the cool breeze during summer. He was everything you didn't expect but wanted anyways, wishing that you could have him but being afraid of doing so.

If Chanyeol could just understand Baekhyun's feelings for once, if he could see the pain filling Baekhyun's heart, if he could just turn back time, he could make everything right.

He had been wondering lately if he regretted confessing to Baekgyu instead of Baekhyun. The moments that he spent with Baekgyu, were they nothing compared to what he spent with Baekhyun?

He thought of what Baekgyu made him feel like, and then to what Baekhyun made him feel like.

One of them felt like a flower blooming in his chest, and the other was like the rippling of previously stilled waters. Which one was which?

Chanyeol didn't really have an answer.

The giant looked at the phone in his hand and decided that he should put it back where he found it, but the moment he was just about to set it down, he nearly took a step back in surprise when he saw Baekhyun staring at him with his sleepy eyes.

Even if he was just caught red-handed, he couldn't help but think about how cute Baekhyun looked when he was tired. His dazed eyes were looking at Chanyeol as if he was a mystery from a different place, and before long Baekhyun his lips and scrunched up his face. "Why are you there?" He asked to Chanyeol in a voice he wouldn't have caught if not for the silence in the room.

Chanyeol swallowed nervously and Baekhyun slowly seemed to regain his right mind, sitting up as a puzzled expression filled his features. "Why do you have my phone?"

Chanyeol looked at the device in his hand then to Baekhyun's face, unable to form an answer that wouldn't totally give away everything he had heard from Yixing.

"It was ringing..." He answered vaguely and Baekhyun didn't seem to relax in the slightest.

The smaller man grabbed his phone out of Chanyeol's hands and turned it on, looking through the recent phone calls and seeing with horror that Yixing had called. Baekhyun got off the bed on the opposite side of Chanyeol, as if being away from him would possibly erase whatever Chanyeol had heard from Yixing (and maybe to stop making him feel so small in his position on the bed).

"What did he say?" Baekhyun asked, holding his phone close to him so that Chanyeol didn't somehow steal it from his hands.

The silence that Chanyeol gave him only made anxiousness pile in his stomach and his face flushed with anger and embarrassment because of the realization that Yixing could've possibly given him away. "What did he say?!" Baekhyun ordered Chanyeol to answer and the said man didn't answer him in the slightest.

"Baekhyun, calm down," he spoke in a gentle voice and slowly made his way over to Baekhyun.

It looked as if the smaller was breaking down with every step Chanyeol took closer to him and Baekhyun ended up cornered by the wall, two beds, and Chanyeol.

Baekhyun couldn't even fathom what Yixing could've told him, his friend was nice, but he wasn't exactly the brightest light bulb out there.

If he had truly told all of Baekhyun's secrets in one go, he didn't know how he'd be able to face Chanyeol if the giant knew.

"What did you hear?" Baekhyun asked. His voice wasn't filled with confusion or anger as it was before, it just sounded as if he was on the brink of crying, and Baekhyun scolded himself for being unable to hide his tears or feelings.

"Nothing," Chanyeol answered, wanting to console Baekhyun who looked as if he was going to just fall into pieces. "I heard nothing."

An arm was encased around Baekhyun's figure but Baekhyun resisted Chanyeol's hug, pushing his arms away and glaring at him, his voice shaky. "Stop lying. What did Yixing tell you?"

Chanyeol's warm eyes were completely unfair—as was everything else about him.

It wasn't fair at all, because Chanyeol wasn't supposed to make him feel that way—Chanyeol wasn't supposed to feel that way for him.

Does it matter that I still love you even after what you did to me?

Chanyeol's words echoed in Baekhyun's mind like it would in an empty mansion, and those simple words brought him back to the time where he had first figured out he had a crush on Chanyeol back in the summer of grade 9. The word 'crush' was so far fetched from the feelings he had right at the moment, but back then they were a big deal.

Chanyeol was that one mysterious guy that Baekhyun met over and over again but didn't bother asking for his name. He felt as if it was some type of fairy tale that he got the chance of living. Chanyeol was his dark and handsome prince and he was the princess (prince) that didn't have a place in the world until he met Chanyeol.

"Just talk to me, Baekhyun," Chanyeol said in a calming voice.

Baekhyun couldn't just talk, he didn't want to talk. If he talked, he might've just completely broken down and begged for Chanyeol to stay with him instead of Baekgyu.

He didn't want to be selfish, he didn't want to be the evil character that always stole Prince Charming.

"Please stop," Baekhyun begged as Chanyeol approached him one more time, Chanyeol's hand traveling to the back of Baekhyun's head as his arm wrapped around his waist. Baekhyun buried his face in Chanyeol's chest as the taller smoothed down his hair, the petite man's words completely contradicting his actions.

"Stop..." Baekhyun said once more as he struggled to breathe normally because of his sobs, the tears trying to escape.

By now, Baekhyun could've easily broken free but his limbs felt like lead and his right mind was just floating in the sky somewhere unreachable.

Chanyeol's fingers carded through Baekhyun's hair softly and Baekhyun was slowly losing himself in the safety of Chanyeol's arms.

He recalled what it felt like to be hugged by Chanyeol back when he was still acting as Baekgyu, and the selfish part of his mind told him that Chanyeol now knew that he was Baekhyun and that Baekhyun could hug Chanyeol however he wanted. It told Baekhyun that Chanyeol now wanted him and not Baekgyu.

Those thoughts snapped Baekhyun out of his daze and just as he was about to get away, Chanyeol spoke up.

"I know," Chanyeol started, as if he knew Baekhyun was just about to slip out of his fingers again, "I know that it was you."

Baekhyun stopped breathing for a moment, because he didn't know what Chanyeol was talking about—but at the same time, he wished that it was what he thought Chanyeol was talking about.

"You keep telling me to stop lying, but you're the one lying," Chanyeol pointed out, "That summer, it wasn't Baekgyu at all."

Baekhyun's mind blanked as he processed Chanyeol's words, and on the inside, he was screaming yes, yes, finally.

Chanyeol pulled away to look down into Baekhyun's teary eyes and the smaller looked up at him, a veil of shock covering his face.

There was something so adoring in the way that Chanyeol brushed a piece of hair out of Baekhyun's face that it caused his heart to skip a beat but Baekhyun barely noticed as he just stared at Chanyeol with wide eyes.

"Baekgyu still doesn't remember the books, and he doesn't remember all of the conversations that we had together... But you do."

Baekhyun's heart felt like stopping when he heard those words, a strange feeling washing over him.

"You remember how we laid on the dirt ground talking about everything as we stared up into the sky; you remember how I didn't know what 5 times 4 was; you remembered which drink you bought from the vending machine."

Baekhyun felt like he needed to cry more than he had a minute ago, and that was because of what Chanyeol was saying. He couldn't believe his ears, he believed that he was dreaming about something that would never happen.

"You remember how I confessed to you right in front of a recycling bin—admittedly, that was probably the worst place to confess—but you remember."

Baekhyun swallowed the lump in his throat and he was so close to just submitting to his feelings, to just stop fighting them and just do what made him happy.

"You, Baekhyun, nobody else."

Those words had somehow tipped Baekhyun over the edge, and the tears finally spilled out of his eyes, more from relief than of sadness and anger as it would have been before. He couldn't describe how he was feeling, but he did know that he was so, so glad. A bit of his brain still told him that he was being greedy, and that he shouldn't be happy that Chanyeol realized that Baekhyun was the one who spent all those precious moments with him.

But nothing could stop Baekhyun from feeling the elation that was coursing through his veins—a freight train traveling in a dark tunnel miles from home.

"I didn't know how I didn't realize that the one that I was really looking for was you..." Chanyeol sighed, "Just thinking about all of the wasted time makes me mad."

Baekhyun's hands went up to wipe the tears away as a small smile graced his face unknowingly. It was like something was lifted off of his chest when he thought: Chanyeol knows it was me.

Chanyeol pried Baekhyun's hands off of his face and the puppy's eyes fluttered opened cutely, pink dusting his face as Chanyeol leaned in.

Something, somewhere, in Baekhyun was reminding him that this was wrong, but the warmth and feeling that this is right was preventing him from doing anything but closing his eyes and accepting whatever Chanyeol was giving.

It was the same as it had been for the last half of the year—a press of lips against lips.

But no, it was so different at the same time.

It was different because Chanyeol knew it was him.

Baekhyun wasn't hiding behind someone else's name and shadow, he was himself.

For the first time in months, he was Baekhyun.

And the fact that he was Baekhyun and kissing Chanyeol made his heart do somersaults. He felt the need to open the window and scream just because of the happiness that was filling his entire being.

Chanyeol knows. Those words repeated on Baekhyun's mind the entire time and he smiled into the kiss.

Chanyeol pulled away shortly just to whisper, "You know that I loved you first," and Baekhyun had no time to process the words before Chanyeol pulled him even closer, slanting his lips onto Baekhyun's.

Baekhyun just let go of all reasoning, because the only thing that mattered were the words that came out of Chanyeol's mouth. The words that reassured Baekhyun that he wasn't alone, that he wasn't just nobody, that someone who seemed so unattainable was right in Baekhyun's arms.

Now, Chanyeol knew everything but one.

He knew that Baekhyun was the one he was holding, he knew that Baekhyun was the one from his summer dreams, but he didn't know what Baekhyun's true feelings were.

Baekhyun didn't even realize that he was crying harder than before because sometimes, to hear every piece and every note of music, one just has to put on earphones; block out the world to just listen.

And the sound of his heart thumping in his chest was more of an indication than words could ever show.

Baekhyun disconnected their lips and stared at Chanyeol who was breathing irregularly, looking just like someone that Baekhyun wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The words that were always there in his mind that usually meant danger and greed, now seemed like a bright red rose amongst white ones. Those same words pushed itself out of Baekhyun faster than he could catch them, wanting to be known.

"I love you."

Chanyeol didn't widen his eyes or look shocked, he simply smiled the smile that Baekhyun wished to memorize, and replied with: "I know, idiot."

Baekhyun was unresponsive for a moment as he thought about what Chanyeol said, before an even bigger smile slipped onto his own face.

So Chanyeol does know everything.

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed...

But alas, this was real life.

This wasn't some modified version of a fairy tale, this was real.

And when Baekhyun's phone rang with a call from his mother, he realized that in real life, not everyone got happy endings.

"Baekhyun, Baekgyu is..." The sobs that came from the other side of the line were enough indication that the real world was cruel, and cold, and nothing that princes or princesses wanted to live in.

Baekhyun realized this too late.

I can't stop saying sorry for making you guys wait, because I just feel so horrible about it and aghhh why didn't I just update sooner! 

There are actually around three chapters left to this story and really... 

I want to thank you guys for actually reading this, when deep down inside, I know that this was pretty bad.

I feel regret for the things that I wrote in here, but I can't delete if because I've published it. It's too late now, and well, at least I enjoyed my journey with you guys!

Have a good day~