Byun BaekHyun is a not so husband material [ EDITING ]
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Byun BaekHyun is a not so
husband material
It must be nice to be loved
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Byun Baekhyun.
Writer and Hana's husband.
Cheated twice on her wife, she doesn't know.
- '' I continue to hold on just by a thread.''
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Park ChanYeol.
Song writer and producer.
Hana's lover.
- '' Tell me about your feeling when I kiss you.''
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Byun Hana.
Baekhyun's wife and ChanYeol's mistress.
She asked for divorce.
- '' You're like a such of a wild ride. Unfortunate and precious.''
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Her
There is so much history in the way he looks at her.
In the way he says her name.
When they are together, there is a current that runs between them; like an electric charge on the verge of erupting into a perfect storm.
I don't love her anymore, he says.
And it is in the way he says the word, her--that tells me otherwise.
DISCLAIMER : I only know the plot not the characters. Don't plagiarize
Foreword
Byun Hana and Byun BaekHyun were in their twenties.
They were in Venice. They were in love.
For their honeymoon.
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She remembered most fondly, when they'd go in the subway and busk on the sides of people's lives, hoping for spare change and a smile. Their apartment doesn't really feel like, theirs, in a sense that his presence still lingers like the odor of burnt toast. She guessed that they were so used to had two of everything that it was only natural that he'd fall in love with another girl.
He wanted to be a writer. He was a writer. He bought a moleskin and told her that he'd wrote their story inside and it'll be the best love story the world had ever seen. She wondered if he still writing. Or had he torn out her chapters to make room for a new story.
Hana always loved falling asleep in his arms and waking up to BeakHyun's face. She woke up alone. The bed was cold. She found herself stuck in a perpetual cycle, of sleeping and not wanting to wake up, hoping, wishing, that perhaps he'd woke up and he'd be beside her. But now she had learned, that no matter how many dandelions he destroyed, how many petals he pick off and no matter how many stars he wished on; it won't changed the fact that he's gone and she's still here.
When Hana is asleep, everything stops. She often dream about him. About them.
She doesn't remembered much, a blur of '' I love you''. She's not really sure. She had these dreams before. It seems to be the only place where she still hers and he still his.
But it's only a dream. And she had already woken up.
But figuring out, it was a nightmare and it seems so real but maybe it was because she couldn't found the dreams that she had on.
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