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I wish Baekhyun played the piano more often. I wish Baekhyun had the time to play the piano more often. I wish Baekhyun had more time for me.

He wishes it, too.

That’s why the mornings we share around the breakfast table or at the cafe across the street are full of chatter. It’s also why the hours we have in the evening together are spent wrapped up in each other to the fullest, both literally and figuratively.

I love Byun Baekhyun, and I love his job for him. I also hate Byun Baekhyun, and I hate his job.

There are times when I let the youngling in me, the one that’d been suppressed and brewing since childhood, unveil itself, snapping at Baekhyun for no good reason and tearing up for no good reason. Sometimes he tries to appease me, which only makes me cry a little more because I realize that I’m being nonsensical. Other times he’ll defend himself, fighting back until one or the both of us give in with a heartfelt apology stretched over an entire night.

Scratch what I said. I don’t hate Byun Baekhyun and I don’t hate his job. I get mad at Byun Baekhyun and I get mad at his job, but that’s all a component of our relationship. Neither of us can dislike each other for long.

It’s kind of cheesy, but Byun Baekhyun has been cheesy ever since he tried to woo me over with lame love notes and rose