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Warmth, he was surrounded by warmth.

Baekhyun wakes up to a sun barely raised, its rays peeking through the clouds creating another magical photo like image. He smiles at the view and falls into reverie. For minutes, he was lost in thoughts, pleasant thoughts.

With a tint of pink on his cheeks and a closed lip smile that nearly reached his ears, he snuggles more to the warmth behind him. He tightens the arm around his waist but later takes hold of the hand to clutch to his chest.

A dream.

Don’t wake up yet.

Not yet.

Almost falling back to sleep, he snaps his eyes wide open at the sudden realization that Oh no.. This is not a dream.

Scared of turning around, remembering the almost kiss he was caught in, he freezes – his mind a haywire of asdfhgkaskldfagalksj. The whole time though, he never lets go of the hand he held tightly on his chest – whether for fear of catching him awake or a deeper fear that once he lets go, everything ends.

After a moment of trying to sense if Chanyeol was still asleep – arm lose, hand lose, even breaths. He decides to hell with it and turns around. For the second time, Chanyeol’s serene sleeping face greets him.

He tries to sit up, elbow supporting his weight as he can’t fully sit up due to the arm still around his waist, and watches the taller sleep. A big giant baby is what he looked like – big ears, big sleeping eyes, plump lips, messy hair. A huge contrast to the dark blank demeanor he has when awake. It all sent fluttery giddy feelings inside of him. He’s sleeping beside Chanyeol the ‘ice prince’ of Team E.B. on his bed. (Yes, that is a big deal.)

The smile falters though as he notices the picture frame by the side table, a different picture of Chanyeol with his ex-girlfriend. The happy feels he felt vanished in a second and was replaced by the pain that starts to pinch Baekhyun’s chest – jealousy.

Chanyeol’s smile in this picture was even bigger than the smile he saw in the last. His eyes were of crescent shape, wrinkles on the sides. His smile as if glowing showing his row of teeth and nearly reaching his ears. It seemed more like laughter even. Laughter.

The thought of laughter alone, a sound he has never heard before, increased the pain in his chest tenfold. This girl, she saw him smile and heard his laugh. She saw the real Chanyeol, the happy Chanyeol. Not the blank, dark, ice cold Chanyeol he met.

His feelings were mixed – jealousy, loss of hope, determined. It was all confusing to him.

Jealous – of the Park Chanyeol she met. Of the smiles she saw, the laughter she’s heard. Of their relationship as a whole. Loss of hope – surely this girl fits Park Chanyeol more than he does. Fits him in every aspect from her beauty to her probable name, to her surely high status. Determined – But Park Chanyeol did ask him to teach him how to smile again and he will keep that promise. How he said that this time, Byun Baekhyun would be the reason he smiles.

But overall he felt pain. Pain because it has only been a handful of times since he has seen Chanyeol smil