As Baekhyun's taxi pulled up to the place he would be staying all summer, there was only one thought in his head:

"This summer is going to "

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It all began with one fateful phonecall in May of Baekhyun's junior year in college. Baekhyun's parents were both home, watching TV, when their home phone rang. 

"Who would be calling this late at night?" Mrs. Byun grumbled as she got up to pick up the phone. Mr. Byun heard her gasp, and next thing they knew they were speeding to the hospital, where their son was dying of alcohol poisoning.

Mrs. Byun was sobbing as they ran through the sliding white doors into the sterile halls of the hospital, gasping Baekhyun's name to the clerk at the front desk. They were directed to his room and they prepared for a very long night.

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The next day, Baekhyun was sent home with very strict orders of bed rest and a week off of school to fully recover. Dr. Kim also recommended sending Baekhyun to a therapy center for his alcohol problem. 6 days passed in relative silence. The only words exchanged consisted of "How are you feeling honey" and "Do you need anything", to which his parents received faint smiles and uncomfortable silence. On the seventh day Mr. and Mrs. Byun sat down on the edge of Baekhyun's bed to have a "family talk". Mrs. Byun squeezed Baekhyun's hand as she began to speak softly,

"Listen Baekkie, your father and I have made a decision..." She glanced toward her husband, who nodded at her reassuringly. Mrs. Byun continued,

"We don't want to send you to some industrialized therapy institution, because we know you wouldn't want that. Instead, we have decided to send you to... to a nice place in the countryside, where you can learn to work and relax. Our friends the Parks have a beautiful ranch, and they've agreed to let you stay with them, but you n--"

Baekhyun's eyes had slowly been widening up until this point in her speech, when he exclaimed, 

"Mom! What about my plans for the summer? What about all the road trips and parties and.. and..."

"Baekkie--"

"No mom. I can't miss out on this stuff, and you know that. My social life relies on this summer, you can't just send me off for a week to some stupid ranch in hickville!" 

"Actually... We were planning on sending you for the whole sum--" Mrs. Byun lightly slapped her husband's arm after these words left his mouth, hissing under her breath for him to stop talking.

"No. I'm not going to some ing farm for the whole summer, and nothing wi--"

"Baekhyun, we're not really giving you a choice." Mr. Byun cut in before Baekhyun could continue, "You're leaving tomorrow, and that's final." 

Despite all of Baekhyun's arguing, the next day he was sitting in the back seat of a taxi headed the middle of ing nowhere.