Sitting at his desk with his windows open, allowing for sweet, cool air to ventilate throughout his room at a hot end-summer day, he caught the sound of what sounded awfully a lot like an airplane. In front of him stretched out a wide, open field, almost too big, colored in shades of soon-to-come autumn with specks of greens distributed over the entire ground.

Further ahead was a nice view of a nearby town. It was calming, living in the outskirts and in the silent mountains, but also rather boring and sometimes even lonely. All of his friends resided in that town – Luhan, Junmyeon, Jongdae and Jongin, just to name a few – while he was in his room staring at white solemn buildings in the distance.

He could visit them if he wanted, if only he had a driver's license. He was at the age of being allowed to take lessons, yet as he tapped his fingers on the wooden table he rested his elbows on he decided that maybe he should wait a bit. Maybe wait an entire year, maybe two years. Time will tell.

That being said, right now he couldn't simply decide to traverse through the entire field by foot. Dozens of painful, needle-like plants will poke his skin painfully with each step he'd take, and tripping over small (pointy) rocks while he was at it, eventually ending up reaching town with itching wounds and painful scrapes.


Sometimes, however, somewhere in the big field, he could see a big car – a family car it seemed – and a lone, tall silhouette simply standing there, controlling of what was actually a toy airplane.


At first Baekhyun thought it was nothing special. Just someone toying around with something a child would play around with, letting the plane twirl in the skies and dive straight down until it almost hits the grounds, purely for pointless amusement.

To his surprise, said person returned more often than he thought. Maybe they'd come once or twice, then decided it was mirthless without anyone around and eventually gave up. They came almost daily, if not a minimum of thrice a week.

He'd been lying if he said that he wasn't slightly intrigued, just slightly interested to why they kept coming back and stand there for hours, just to watch a toy hover in the skies and probably hit against a bird or something, who knows.

-

When the 6th of May finally hit the calendar, Baekhyun got his anticipated bicycle. His parents gave him countless mwah's and tight hugs, whereas his aunts, uncles and cousins either congratulated him, shook hands with him or give him a short, congratulatory hug.

As the guests entertained themselves with chatter, cakes and drinks, Baekhyun walked his way towards the balcony and – as expected – he saw a toy airplane in the sky.

"Look, look! A plane!" shouted his 5 year old niece, jumping down excitedly as she pointed at it with her little, stubby finger. Her mother gave her a smile and a nod.

-

Four days later, Baekhyun grabbed his bicycle from the garage and told his mother that he was heading out.

"Oh, are you going to visit your friends?" she asked, to which Baekhyun responded with a hum. He pedaled up hills and let the wheels roll on their own when he went downwards and not too late after, he saw someone with a remote controller in their hands standing with their eyes focused up at the sky.

They was surprisingly young looking. He couldn't be any older than twenty-two or so – maybe just right around his age. Their eyes finally met. Baekhyun internally panicked.

"Um," he started almost instantly. "I… I live in that house over there. I sometimes see you from my window and I just... I just became curious."

It was then when the stranger offered him a small, friendly smile. "That's fine," he laughed softly. "Will you be visiting me more often?"

The question flabbergasted Baekhyun for a good few seconds. He would've never guessed that someone would've asked him such question. He'd just wave the person off, only meeting them again in his dreams, maybe.

"Sure," he smiled. "I'm Baekhyun."

"Chanyeol. Nice to meet you."

-

Just as promised, Baekhyun visited him whenever he decided to show up. He'd just stand next to Chanyeol, sometimes even sitting in the car with an open door, simply watching the latter enjoying himself by controlling a toy airplane.

"Why do you like this so much?" he dared to ask.

It took a few moments for Chanyeol to construct his sentences. Baekhyun thought of him as rather demure, perhaps not really good with words and needing some time before his lips would finally part. Baekhyun has grown to become patient with him, and he could tell Chanyeol secretly appreciated it.

"My father…" he said in a low voice. "My father was a pilot once. It was his joy in life, to just… be in the sky. Or something. It's just that he liked to have clouds around him, and see big cities in small size." He paused. "And now he kind of… is permanently in the sky. If you know what I mean."

The airplane gradually dropped in height, slowly and gradually approaching land. Chanyeol let his arms drop lifelessly, and a sigh brushed against faint trembling lips.

"I miss him," he said. Crystal droplets fell on the ground and, to Baekhyun, there was no fear, anger or any kind of expression present. Right now, in front of him, was a boy who didn't furrow his eyebrows together to hold back his tears, nor was there any closed eyes or a shut mouth. In front of him was just a boy who lost his father and wished for him to come back.

Baekhyun wrapped his arms around him.

-

"What are your dreams, Baek?"

He pondered for a while. Chanyeol was looking at him, he could tell, despite the airplane still soaring in the sky and would probably crash against a bird if he didn't watch out.

"I think I might want to pursue a singing career. People always told me I had a nice voice, especially since my parents caught me singing in the middle of the night," he coughed embarrassingly.

"But, as a little kid, I always like to entertain myself with the thought of being on stage, pleasuring people with the songs I wrote and bring them joy, hopefully, or at least some comfort."

Chanyeol nodded. "That's nice. You should sing for me sometime."

"In your dreams," Baekhyun laughed. "What about you?"

Chanyeol hummed. "Following my father's footsteps, for sure. Become a pilot, fly around and visit new places. Of course, I'll be careful," he laughed bitterly. Baekhyun smiled meekly.

"Please do be careful."

"I will."

-

Around six months later, Baekhyun rode up and down the hills he knew all too well, making a sharp turn left and here was at their usual spot again, except this time there wasn't Chanyeol. There wasn't the navy colored family car with one door open with the radio being on low volume. This time, there was a guy with the same height, a darker brown hair with a prominent scar on his left cheek.

He, too, was controlling a toy airplane. The exact same airplane as Chanyeol's – white, red and blue – and it was just flying in circles.
Baekhyun then watched the plane land, wheels sliding over dried soil, and the stranger went and picked up the object.

"Are you Baekhyun?" he heard him say suddenly.

"Y-yes…? Byun Baekhyun would be me," he replied almost sheepishly. The stranger then handed him the toy – rather dirty and dull from up close, with minor damages here and there – , the remote controller and an envelope painted a soft baby blue.

"Chanyeol told me to give you these."

Baekhyun stared at the mess in his arms, sitting rather uncomfortably and a tad too big for his small frame. He looked up at the other, invisible question marks popping up left and right, his eyes almost pleading for an explanation.

"I'm Sehun, by the way," Baekhyun nodded. "Chanyeol's younger brother. I'll see you around."

And without allowing Baekhyun an option to go and say something, Sehun already shut himself inside the shaded black vehicle, and drove off to god knows where. He merely stood there with the plane in his hands, watching the vehicle disappear behind the smokes of dried dirt roads. He then put down the plane and hastily took out the letter inside of the envelope.





Hey Baek!

Remember when I told you how I wanted to follow my father's footsteps? Well, I kind of did, and I'm an official pilot now! My first real flight will be tomorrow (or so they told me), and I'm pretty excited. For almost two years of training, I'm finally ready.

I'll miss you, though. I actually miss you while I'm writing this. Talking to you was very relieving and fun, you know… and I wanted to thank you for that.

My father meant the world to me. He really did. Despite my mother's tantrums at home and the she did to both me and my dad, he always stayed positive and whispered calming words until I calmed down from crying. I never loved someone as much as I loved my dad, and his sudden death took a huge toll on me.

But then you came. On the same day I promised myself was the final day, not wanting to keep up with my mother's bulltery and simply go wherever my father went. I wanted to experience one last flight, even if it was a crude and fake one, it was still a flight… for me.

Maybe, right now, as you read this, I might be flying right above you. I promise we'll meet again someday. I'll ring Sehun (did he introduce himself?) and asked him to go and visit the field sometimes to keep you company… or something. He needs a life anyway, and some human interaction because that kid never comes out of his cave.

Anyway… thanks a lot again, Baek! I love you!

- Chanyeol

Baekhyun couldn't help but grin. What an idiot, he thought, saying 'I love you' so easily. Maybe, just maybe the plane that was currently flying above him is Chanyeol, and he couldn't help but wave at it with both arms in the air.

A/N: If you're wondering, this is what my view from my room's window is. (Warning for lame phototaking skills, taken during June): clicku