Time Only Chose You
Description
Chanyeol, a 21 year old Uni student who is tired of life, until he meets Kris, an unexpectedly good looking and not at all what he thought homeless person who was always sitting around the fateful intersection that interwined their fates, finding common ground, creating an undeniable connection; attraction and purpose. And time finally creaking....
This is a really slowwww fanfic, just a warning. And chapters will be hella long..
CREDITS TO 'Ephemeral Serendipity' - LuckyFriday13th FOR GRAPHIC POSTER :) THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
AND I ALSO DON'T OWN ANY OF THE EXO MEMBERS legally
Prologue is just below~
Fanfic is suited for people who wants to kill time, drama/angst lovers and well.... basically if you have time xD
Foreword
~PROLOGUE~
Back when I was 10, I was just your average stupid simpleton, who believed in “cooties” and that girls were gross, bugs were the greatest thing. Nothing could stop me.
When I was by myself, I would lock my bedroom door and pretend time has completely stopped, I would imagine what I would do like be a superhero and stopping time to save a civilian from the bad guy and not forgetting to pull down his pants before he even realised what happened. Then I'd be THE superhero of the town. Jumping around bumping into walls and plomping on my bed. Yes, life was so bright, it was shining. Nothing could stop me.
So then... Why is it that I can't seem to resume time now? … My world has stopped, stopped in time where everything is bleak and limited.
Why had time stopped by itself? Without me telling it to stop. No matter how loud I yell, why is it that my voice lost in this black haziness? It sounds muffled, my cries for help are left unanswered and ignored like a neglected child needing their parent.
On my 21st year of merely living, I've realised that my life is meaningless, how could I had smiled without a worry all these years without thinking about how my life was so meaningless and boring? I know that dramas are overdramatising life and love and such, but my life couldn't be anymore meaningless... All I can remember is that I always smiled like an idiot without any worries, but for what? What was I trying to prove? Who was I trying to prove to by being a happy go lucky idiot that only knows how to smile? I've been questioning myself this for this whole year, and what I've come up with is, I'm trying to prove that maybe I'm someone important, to reassure myself that I'm okay. That even when things are hard, I'm okay. But I'm not okay. Nothing's okay. The smile that plasters my face everyday is becoming a poison to my soul. Each and every time I force a smile, it becomes more fake.. more stupid.. more ugly.
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