The park seems to be empty. It's nearly winter, and the air is brisk and cold. The sun peeks out from between the clouds, but makes no effort to warm up the air. Instead of the normal blue colour, the sky was a brilliant pink and orange colour. Baekhyun smiled up at the sky. He had come here to reflect on recent events, because this calm, serene place helped him relax and clear his mind. It was just after 6 in the evening, and Baekhyun was making his way towards his usual spot, where he could see the whole park. There's a bench there, and Baekhyun remembers when he and a certain someone used to sit there together. Baekhyun rounded the corner to where the bench was, only to be met by an all too familiar sight. A tall, brown haired handsome man with cute big ears was sat on the bench, looking out over the park. Baekhyun saw him watching the other people in the park, although the deep colour of his eyes distracted Baekhyun. His heart starting beating faster. It was definitely him. Chanyeol. Baekhyun wanted to go to him. To yell, to say, Chanyeol! It's me, Byun Baekhyun! Remember me? But he couldn't. He was nothing but a pale, more ghostly version of his former self. Humans can't see him. Baekhyun could stand right in front of you and you wouldn't know he's there. Because he's dead. Killed in a car crash six months ago, while he was driving Chanyeol home from a night out on the town.  He and Chanyeol had been brought together by fate, and then the same thing had ripped them apart cruelly. He blinks, as ghostly tears threaten to fall down his face. No, Baekhyun, he thinks. It's in the past. There's nothing I can do to change that.  While Baekhyun was reminiscing, Chanyeol had curled up on the bench and fallen asleep. Baekhyun chuckled. He remembered how Chanyeol always did this when he was tired, although he normally used Baekhyun's legs as a pillow. Today, though, his hands are all he has. Baekhyun creeps around the front of the bench and sits down beside Chanyeol's head. The latter looks so peaceful sleeping, a tiny smile on his face as his chest rises and falls steadily. Baekhyun reaches out a pale hand to touch Chanyeol. He doesn't wake up, because there's no real touching going on, yet Chanyeol seems to soften into the gesture, almost automatically. As Baekhyun's hand touches Chanyeol's temple, his mind jolts as he receives flashes of unknown thoughts and dreams. Baekhyun sees himself amongst this unexpected mess that suddenly invaded his brain, and he knows what's happening. He's reading Chanyeol's mind.  Chanyeol shivers. Baekhyun realises the temperature must have dropped quite a bit, and despite now being permanently dressed in a tshirt and skinny jeans, Baekhyun couldn't feel the cold.  Ignoring it, after Chanyeol didn't really seemed bothered by the temperature, Baekhyun shifted ever closer to his lover to try something. Baekhyun closed his eyes and focused on one scene. Baekhyun creeps up behind Chanyeol and places his hands over Chanyeol's eyes. "Guess who?" He sings. He feels the smile on Chanyeol's face.  "I don't know, maybe a beautiful angel?"  As Chanyeol says the line in Baekhyun's thoughts, the real Chanyeol speaks the words out loud. Baekhyun gasps. So I can control his dream? Baekhyun wonders. He tries to imagine his perfect date. Suddenly it comes to him, and he starts to play it out in his mind, all the while transferring it to Chanyeol's own mind.  "What are you thinking about, Yeol?" Baekhyun made himself say. Dream him was lying curled up next to Chanyeol, and Baekhyun felt a stab of pain in his heart as he realised how much he missed Chanyeol's warmth. As a spirit, he couldn't feel warmth anymore. Baekhyun tried to get Chanyeol to answer, but he found himself losing his grip on the dream. But then, Chanyeol replied of his own accord. "You." Chanyeol replied, turning to look straight at Baekhyun. Baekhyun gasped. So they were each controlling themselves in this dream? Weird.  "Aww, stop it, Yeollie!" Baekhyun laughed, embarrassed. Chanyeol chuckled and wrapped his arm around his tiny boyfriend. Baekhyun swore he could feel the arm around him in real life. This dream seemed to be a way of communicating, but Baekhyun didn't know if Chanyeol's brain would understand that. He watched the dream as the couple sat there in comfortable silence, taking in the situation. Out of the blue, Baekhyun heard Chanyeol's voice. "Baekhyunnie, did I ever tell you I love you?" Chanyeol asked, not making eye contact. Baekhyun blushed. So it was going to be romantic, was it? All the better.  "You did." Baekhyun replied quietly.  He didn't know if Chanyeol would wake up from this. Baekhyun hoped Chanyeol couldn't hear how fast his heart was beating. "Do you love me, Baekhyun?" Chanyeol looked down at him.  "I love you more than life itself." Baekhyun offered. The pale ghost squealed as he confessed then the two shared a quick kiss. He could feel the pressure and warmth of Chanyeol's lips on his own. Oh, how he had missed that feeling. His heart was thoroughly warmed, and he could feel it bursting with emotion as the love for the tall elf ran through his veins. Baekhyun watched them wander through the dimly lit park hand in hand. They lay down on the grass to watch the stars appear. Baekhyun made himself curl up against Chanyeol. "It's getting late." Chanyeol told him. Dream Baekhyun and real Baekhyun had both been feeling sleepy, causing them to nod off.  "A few more minutes, mum." Baekhyun mumbled automatically when Chanyeol nudged him.  "I'm not your mum, Baekkie." Chanyeol chuckled.  Baekhyun blushed and hurried to apologise. He was slightly in awe of this new power he had discovered. To be able to share, and control a dr