Chanyeol slaps Baekhyun on the arm and hugs him, wrapping his arms around the smaller teen’s torso.

“What the , Baekhyun?” Chanyeol yells. Baekhyun exhales, shaking his head in relief.

“It worked.”

“But you deleted him!” Chanyeol screams.

“No. I told you, I just moved him.”

Chanyeol furrows his brows.

“What Luhan does with his life here is still up to… well, ‘him’. Theoretically speaking, of course.”

Chanyeol grimaces.

“What do you even mean?”

“But this new world… it’s based on public data from Sehun’s own beliefs. And since Luhan’s data as an individual is not recorded in the public domain…”

“It all comes from Sehun?”

Baekhyun nods at his partner, giving him the thumbs up.

“I was so nervous this wouldn’t work.” Baekhyun laughs.

“But it all comes from Sehun,” Chanyeol remarks, covering his face with his hand to stop himself from smiling too widely. “The odds that they’ll end up together only increases.”

Chanyeol thinks for a second.

“How were you sure that it’d work?”

“I wasn’t. It was a stab in the dark. A guess, really.”

Chanyeol gives his partner a reproachful look.

“It could’ve gone very badly wrong, y’know.” Chanyeol exclaims.

Baekhyun’s lips tug up at the side, but only slightly.

“You were never one to take risks, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol pouts. He knows he can’t stay angry at Baekhyun for any longer; it tires him out.

“Let’s just say I won this round!” Baekhyun gives him a sly smirk. “We still have two spare helmets, right?”

Chanyeol expresses his bewilderment in a mix of disoriented arm movements. Baekhyun giggles, kissing him on the forehead.

“What?”

“I think Sehun would appreciate some more company…”

Baekhyun would like to see this through to the end. It saddens him that this is not, in fact, Sehun’s reality. It’s sad that Sehun will forget what he’s been through and what is real in his dying days.

Baekhyun feels his job is both retribution and a curse. For those who have been good throughout life and faced even the hardest odds, it is a final release from reality.

But, in saying that, the last things they will ever believe are merely a figment of their imagination.



Baekhyun taps away at his laptop screen and they are pushed further once again in Sehun’s ‘future’. It’s a sitting room, somewhere deep within the depths of the building.

People stand around and listen as graceful piano music wafts through the air. It’s calming, somehow, despite the heavy chords that seem to match with the melody perfectly. Jongdae stares on in awe.

It’s too beautiful for words.

A door opens, and Luhan steps in quietly, sneaking his way around the room.
 
“He wrote it himself, apparently,” he murmurs to Minseok.

“Rather repetitive if you ask me.”

Minseok gives him a look and shoos him away.

“What’s it called?” Luhan asks.

“I didn’t see you there!” Minseok squeaks.

Luhan laughs it off and repeats his question.

“What is it called?”

“I think he said it was… ‘To the Moon’. Or something.” Minseok explains.

Luhan thinks for a few seconds and nods.

“I like that name.”



Scenes flash before Baekhyun and Chanyeol, and the pair let them whiz by them as they hold hands.

They’re back in those other rooms that they had visited before, only this time it is different. Sehun is training, to become an astronaut, it seems.

He’s in the centrifuge for testing. He steers through a cloud of asteroids projected to him on a screen. He does push-ups and sit-ups until he can’t take anymore, building his muscle mass for space travel.

Luhan’s there with him, every step of the way.

Soon, they are holding hands. Soon, Sehun shouts Luhan lunch. This becomes dinner, which eventually leads to a night at Sehun’s small apartment.

It’s not the grandeur of the mansion that sat on the hill with its lighthouse; but it is, at least to Chanyeol, right.




Chanyeol jumps out of the memories, and finds Kyungsoo and Kai waiting for him expectantly.

“Yes?” Kyungsoo asks.

He gives the pair a smile, walking over to the machine. There’s a small compartment, just underneath the main monitor.

Chanyeol fumbles around for a key, grinning as he finds the right one and manages to open the drawer.

“We have these helmets, here,” Chanyeol explains, handing them to Kyungsoo and Kai.

“If you put them on, and we connect you up, you can share in Sehun’s wish before he goes.”

Kyungsoo nods.

“I’d very much like that.”

Kai flashes Chanyeol a smile as he’s handed the helmet.

“Thanks.”



Chanyeol rejoins Baekhyun, Kyungsoo and Kai following along behind him. Baekhyun gives them all a small wave. Sehun is still at the piano, but this time the room is empty. Empty, Chanyeol notes, all except for Luhan.

Luhan sits at the piano beside Sehun, and gently sways to the music.

He doesn’t hit the keys; instead, he closes his eyes and blocks out the world, mesmerized by Sehun’s music. Sehun and Luhan appear to be getting younger and younger by the minute.

“What’s happening?” Kai asks.

Baekhyun smiles politely.

“Sehun’s wish has been transferred, so now his memories are warping to fit around that for the best possible outcome,” he explains.

The door is opened, breaking off their conversation.

“Come on you two, you need to rest up for tomorrow!” Jongdae exclaims, shooing Luhan from the piano.

Sehun smiles.

“I’m sorry Luhan, but it seems I won’t be able to play for you for a while…”

“Who is that?” Kyungsoo asks.

“Oh, that’s Jongdae, we might see Minseok later.”

“But I’ve never even heard of them before…” Kai says.

“That’s because they’re both part of Sehun’s memory. They might have been his very close friends, maybe just people he passed on the street, or they could not even be real,” Chanyeol says, looking at Baekhyun warily.

“Sehun builds these in his minds to make these false memories more realistic and more believable.”

The scene fades, and Kai whirls around.

“What’s going on?” he exclaims. Kyungsoo pokes him on the arm playfully.

“This is supposed to happen, right?” he questions Baekhyun.

Baekhyun gives a small nod.

“It’s just a transition to the next memory.”