All narraration in Courier New is Chanyeol's POV

All narraration in Times New Roman is Baekhyun's POV

   The guy in black sprinted out the door. He was sitting in the 7th row and he got out before the first row. Impressive. I don’t know what got his boxers in a bunch but now I’m kind of curious. Why did he react like that? Do I know him? He looks familiar enough. For a good looking guy with a tall build, I thought he’d be some kind of outgoing jock. But then again, he was wearing all black on a hot day. Maybe he’s emo or punk… wait, why do I even care?

   I walked up to the front and smiled at the Professor. She blinked a couple times and her face lit up with recognition. She grabbed my hand and gave me a firm, friendly handshake.

   “Baekhyun! How are you doing?”

   “I’m doing fine, Dr. Yoon. How are you?”

   “I’m doing pretty good for myself, thanks for asking. You look healthy, Baekhyun-ah!”

   The professor kept talking animatedly. Dr. Seulhye Yoon is a neuropsychologist and she’s probably the nicest and smartest person I’ve ever met. It has probably been a year since my brother and I have seen her.

A few years ago, she was dating my brother, and I really wanted them to get married. They didn’t, even after dating 3 years. I think it was because of me but even if it was my fault, both of them never said anything. My brother is 12 years older than me and Seulhye is 13 years older. They treated me like their kid and of course, Korean parents never tell their their kids anything stressful.

   She studies brain damage and cognitive deterioration, particularly in Alzheimer's, Dementia, and Huntington’s Disease patients. At one point, I was diagnosed with Huntington’s even though it doesn't run in the family. I was losing coordination and my short term memory was dimishing but not surprisingly enough, I got over it.

   My brother consulted her when I got the diagnosis and she was brilliant. I have never seen anyone engage so many doctors in a passionate discussion of health ethics, psychology, and experimental procedures but suddenly become everyone’s friend. She couldn’t cure me though, I didn’t have Huntington’s Disease. Even if the diagnosis was right, Huntington’s isn’t curable. I would have died if that was the case.

   “I got a phone call from your brother yesterday. He said you’re going to school here now. What brings you to HongIk?”

   “Yes. I came here because I wanted to study music like I always have.”

   “That’s so wonderful,” she said with a smile. Her eyes were sad though. I know she’s probably thinking I’m coming here so I can make a last effort at doing what I want before I die. She knows how overprotective my brother is.

   Basically, every doctor in South Korea knows who I am. I am patient with the most puzzling disorder the world has ever seen. I am a walking medical mystery and if it wasn’t for my brother, I probably would have been poked and probed my entire life. Even though I’m not dead, my brother has gotten letters from hundreds of doctors who wish to do an autopsy on me. He never said anything about it but I’ve seen the letters. It’s kind of dumb that he still hides things under his pillow thinking I wouldn’t find them.

   “Are you taking my Abnormal Psychology course this semester?”

   “No, I’m not. I just sat in to say hi. By the way, I have a question. You know the guy wearing black from head to toe even though it’s hot out. Who was that?”

   “The guy in black? Oh, you mean Park Chanyeol? He’s a freshman and he’s very intelligent. I think he has a 100% in the class. Depressing character, though. I don’t think I’ve actually seen him smile. Why? Did he say something to you?”

   “No, he didn’t, but he looks really familiar. It kind of bothers me that I can’t remember where I might have seen him. He’s not an idol is he? He looks like one.”

   Seulhye laughed, “No, he’s not. He’s pretty well-known on campus for being good looking... I think? Sorry, I don’t know much about him. Maybe you should talk to him to help jog your memory. Anyway, I’m going to go to my office now. Would you like to join me for brunch?”

   “Sure,” I said, “I remember you saying before that you were getting a fancy office here.”

   “You’re right, I did say that. Oh, Baekhyun, my office is so beautiful! It’s in that brand new building with lots of windows. It’s the building for neuroscience and psychology research. You have to try the coffee and crepes at this little cafe called the Atrium.”

“Are you sure you want to do that? Dr. Yoon Seulhye is one of the most renown doctors in the world. You would learn so much from her course. Plus, you have a 100% in the class. I’ve never seen anyone take that class and get a 100%.”

“Yes,” I said adamantly, “I’m positive I want to switch out.”

     My priority was not to get good grades or take impressive classes with impressive professors. My main priority is staying as far away as possible from Junmyun's reincarnation and make sure he lives longer than the rest. God, why did he have to show up like this? My heart still can’t stop beating.

“Well, today is the last day to drop a course so it’s a good thing you made the deadline. There are only a few classes left open that could fill up that credit requirement and your schedule.”

The academic advisor, who is helping me switch out of Abnormal Psychology, handed me a list that was displayed on her tablet. There was only History of Asia, Geophysics, Advanced Statistical Analysis, and Music Theory. I didn’t want to take history because well, I am living history. I hate physics and I hate math even more. So I guess the only thing left is Music Theory.

I wasn’t too shabby at music since Kyungsoo was a musician and I learned a bit from him. I learned to play guitar 60 some years ago, too. I still remember chords. I’m sure music theory might have changed over the years but I’d rather take that than sit in front of Junmyun’s reincarnation for another 2 month. Was he always in that class and I never noticed? Am I just overreacting?

   “I’ll take Music Theory,” I said and handed her back the tablet. She smiled and said, “Okay. You can attend the Music Theory class tomorrow at 11AM.”

The guy who wore all black, Park Chanyeol, was wearing all black again today. Turns out, we have Music Theory together. I looked over at him when he walked in and his eye widened again. What is with him? I’m starting to think I probably wronged him in some way but I’ve spent most of my life in hospitals. He looks healthy so I don't think I would have met him there.

He turned around and it looked like he was going to leave but a girl called him over. She was gorgeous. Her hair was long, with long eyelashes to match. Her skin was paler than snow and she looked kind of like a doll. She wore a salmon pink sundress that hugged her curves really well. Chanyeol looked really annoyed that she stopped him. I don’t know why that makes me feel good.

He faked a smile then looked at me. When he caught me watching him, his eyes flicked toward the ceiling. He looked like he was going to cry. His hands were shoved into his pockets and his body language was screaming, "let me out of here". A years ago, I lost my hearing. It was due to my random bout of illness and the one thing I learned from that silent month was that body language was huge in communication.

His eyes were looking above the girls head and his gaze wasn’t particularly focused on anything. He was distracted, deep in thought. He was also shifting his weight which means he was either nervous, scared, or intimidated. I don’t think he was intimidated so he was either nervous or scared. Maybe he liked her? She’s pretty and he’s good looking but I don’t think that a preppy girl like her would fit well with him...

Wait, how the hell would I know if he fit well with her or not? I looked over at them again and Chanyeol looked exasperated. I felt relieved but I have no idea why. This is all too confusing. I can’t help but think I really did know him and I have to talk to him today. Maybe my memories are starting to deteriorate again. Is it alzheimer’s this time? ALS, maybe?

Chanyeol walked out the door while the girl looked pretty disappointed. She shrugged and went back to her seat. Before I realized it, I was following him out. He was walking really fast down the hallway so I ran to catch up to him. He turned the corner, so I did too. I ran into him, unable to stop my body momentum. He was just standing there and he looked mad but before that, there was this split second of complete sadness that washed over his face. It disappeared quickly and I was starting to think I might have imagined it.

“Why are you following me?” His voice was a low bass. Deep and full of richness. It was the kind of voice I wanted. I didn’t know what to do or say, I just kind of followed him there without thinking, so I smiled awkwardly.

“Uh, my name is Byun Baekhyun and I know this may sound really weird but do I know you? You look really familiar and I feel like I’m forgetting something important. Have we met?”

He looked surprised. His face drained of color and he looked like he was going to be sick. Either he was really getting sick or he really didn’t like me. He leaned against the wall, his long body slouched over gracefully. His face was downcast, the bill of his snapback shadowing his eyes.

“Are you okay?” I asked him after a few seconds of silence.

“Yeah, I am. Look, I’ve never met you before. I don’t know a Baekhyun,” his voice seemed to elevate a little when he said my name. I liked the sound of it. The sound of my name being said by him. But it also hurt that he denied that he didn’t know me. Why do I feel like I know you, though?

“Are you sure? I swear we’ve met before. I mean, I’ve moved around a lot…”

“Aren’t you the guy from my Abnormal Psychology class yesterday? I picked up your pencil, right?” Chanyeol asked.

“Yeah, you did.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I look familiar. We’ve been in that class together.”

I rose my eyebrow at him. “No, we don't have that class together. I’m new here, today’s my first day,” I said. “I just know the professor so I was visiting the class. I’m a music major.”

His looked at me puzzled. I held my breath. His eyes seemed to search mine like if he was trying to find a way out of a battlefield with bombs going off left and right. His eyes were so intense and fiery but the light was fading, like he’d given up hope. I guess I know what that looks like.

“Well, Baekhyun,” he said my name slowly, like if he was testing it out, “that’s great and all but I don’t care. I don’t know you, so back off. Don't follow me again, it's creepy.”

Despite how harsh his words were, I didn’t hear any spite. In fact, he sounded pretty damn sad. He looks like the world has fallen apart and he wasn't even bothering to pick up the pieces.

“Uh, my name is Byun Baekhyun and I know this may sound really weird but do I know you? You look really familiar and I feel like I’m forgetting something important. Have we met?”

Familiar? I shouldn’t look familiar. Junmyun’s past lives never thought I looked familiar. There was always a series of events that led us to get to know each other but not once had they come to me because I looked familiar. What is going on? I think I’m going to be sick. Is this some kind of joke because Fate, I’m not laughing.

And his name is Baekhyun. It suits him. He looked so nervous and so very delicate. I wanted to hold him in my arms but I’m afraid I’d break him. I’m weak. I need to get it together and save him first. What happened to staying away to keep him alive, Park Chanyeol? I have to say something quickly to get away.

“Aren’t you the guy from my Abnormal Psychology class yesterday? I picked up your pencil, right?” I asked him.

“Yeah, you did.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I look familiar. We’ve been in that class together.”

He rose an eyebrow. It was really adorable.

“No, we don't have that class together. I’m new here, today’s my first day,” he said. “I just know the professor so I was visiting the class. I’m a music major.”

me. Of course, he’s a music major. Of course I switched out of psychology because I was paranoid and of course, I switch into his music class. Park Chanyeol, you ing overdramatic idiot. I have to figure out a way to stay away. Maybe I should drop out of school. Yeah, that would be best. How am I going to go about this? The administrators would never let me just randomly drop out without a good reason.

“Well, Baekhyun, that’s great and all but I don’t care. I don’t know you, so back off. Don't follow me again, it's creepy.” Wow, it hurt even to say that to him. Baekhyun looked hurt but his eyes never left mine. If I keep staring, I’m going to get trapped and I can’t do that do him. I can’t do that to myself. I turned my heel and walked away. I could feel his stare bore into my back. Today is April 16, 2014. 38 years after Oh Sehun’s death, I met Junmyun’s 5th life officially.

Byun Baekhyun.

Chanyeol didn’t come back to Music Theory. I went to the Abnormal Psychology class and he wasn’t there either. It has been about 2 weeks since I talked to him and for some reason I was growing anxious. Where was he? Was he avoiding me and if so, why? I couldn’t figure out where I might have seen him and why it kind of hurt that he wasn’t around. I’m really confused and a little scared… I’ve never felt like this before.

The past three days felt like a blur. I sat in all of my classes but my mind was elsewhere. The spring sun didn’t stay for long and it quickly turned to rain. It was muggy and a little irritating. My brother came to visit yesterday. He came by to say hi and then went to hang out with Seulhye and his other collegues that were at HongIk teaching. Despite having broken up, Jaehyun and Seulhye were still close.

My brother, Seulhye, and I went out to dinner and I wasn’t sure if I should have told him about Chanyeol and how I feel like I know him but I can’t remember. That would have freaked him out. Seulhye didn’t say anything to him which I am grateful for. She probably knows that I didn’t want to worry him and that it’s better not to. Jaehyun would have pulled me out of school so fast.

Even though I’m legally an adult, he would try to argue that I am not fit to make my own decisions because of how ill I am. As my healthcare proxy, he had the right to make decisions for me and pulling me from school would be all to easy for him. My brother should’ve been a lawyer because he could persuade his way into anything.

            Today is Saturday. The sun was out after a whole night of rain. The school was empty so I decided to hang out at the Atrium. Seulhye was right, the crepes were really good here and it was quiet enough for me to do homework. My Music Theory professor was a hardass and gave out enough assignments to burn a campfire for a month. I've been on top of the assignments, by some strange miracle, but these past couple weeks have been hard for me.

           As I walked in, the smell of coffee hit me like a ton of bricks. My head started to hurt in a migraine-like fashion. It wasn’t the smell, I think, that was giving me the headache. My sense of smell was hypersensitive for some reason and it wasn't caused by coffee. It felt almost like an aura. I had auras when I was getting seizures regularly but my random bout of epilepsy disappeared after five months. Would it come back again? I leaned against the glass behind me and I could feel my back muscles twitching. That's new. I've never had that happen before a seizure... maybe this isn't one?

I tried to voice for help but for some reason the words wouldn’t come out. It was stuck in my throat. Seulhye was only a few floors up. The 8th floor. I looked up to see if I could make out Seulhye’s office but what I saw was a lanky man clothed in all black. My eyesight was blurring and everything looked like it was far away but I could tell the man was watching me. For some reason, I had a feeling I knew who it was. Chanyeol?

           There was a sharp pain in my chest and my ears started ringing. I feel like I'm drowning. I heard a voice call out my name. I could hear intense fear in the tone but the voice was still muffled, like if I was under water. Who was calling my name? I don’t know. I don’t care. I am falling, falling, falling… into darkness.