Our story won't end, we'll meet again [BL/Chanbaek]

Side Story 1. Sadness does not repeat itself. (-1

Byun Baek-hyun was three years younger than me.
But he didn't call me brother.
Cheeky yet lovable. That cute contradiction.
I always fell in love and opened my arms to him.

"Chanyeol!"
"You always speak informally to me. Okay?"
"What do you think? Hehe.."

In the park where I held you like that, I called out to you again as you walked ahead.

"Baekhyun."

You, the humanization of loveliness, did not turn back.

"Baekhyun."
"Let's get married."

You spoke softly from behind.
Then he turned around and smiled brightly.

"Let's get married, Chanyeol."

You were always ahead.
I guess the only thing I did before you was a kiss in the snowy field.

You, who had grown distant, are closing the gap again.

"Please marry me, Chanyeol hyung."

That smile at the age of twenty-three will never be forgotten.
To the twenty-six and to the twenty-three.
A twenty-year-old who gently takes my hand with a soft voice, rather than a twenty-year-old who smiles brightly and moves around.
Because he was definitely an adult.








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As always, Baekhyun resembles a flower.
Baby azaleas in spring.
Sunflowers in summer.
Cosmos in autumn.
Camellia flowers in winter.

"Flowers are like you. We give them flowers to celebrate and to console. You are a flower. You are truly a flower."

You are truly a flower, just like the poem you recited.

"Mr. Park Chanyeol, you are going to be a father."

3 years of dating and 3 years of marriage.

"How does it feel to be a real old man now?"

I buried my face in Baekhyun Byun's slender lower abdomen and inhaled his scent to my heart's content.

"It's different from last month when you were yelling that you wouldn't give me a divorce."

Last month, we had a huge fight, with Byun Baek-hyun, who was running around outside and blushing, and me, who was waiting for him all day. When I asked him if he wanted a divorce, Byun Baek-hyun, who had always been calm, suddenly looked around and turned everything upside down.
I didn't know he was that strong.
I turned over all the books I loved so much and even spilled the coffee that was in the cup on top of them.
The coldness with which he asked me if I was satisfied now really made me realize that he had become an adult. It seemed strange, but he was an adult all along.
Baekhyun Byun, who was still frozen, said that if she wanted a divorce, she should throw a hundred sheets of paper at me. He would tear them all up and throw them away in front of me. He cried like a scream, saying that she should divorce me when I'm dead and the death certificate is finished being filled out.

"Didn't the kid hear all that?"
"I have to tell you everything when you're born. When your mother conceived you~"

Baekhyun Byun, who was sitting on the windowsill, laughed out loud and fell backwards.
I had my hand around her waist and dug into her flat chest and kissed her.

"good night."










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The fruit was born, and he turned twenty-seven.
I was on the verge of turning thirty. Actually, I'm thirty, but my birthday is late.
She showed me another smile along with the smile she had always shown only to me.
Talk to the fruit in a high-pitched voice, point to the letters with your pretty fingertips, pronounce them, and teach them.
Baekhyun laughed all the way.
He was healthy. Me too. And the fruit.
We are all healthy.


That's why I loved him, loved him, loved him.