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

Side Story 1. Sadness does not repeat itself. (-2

When the fruit was two years old, Baekhyun was twenty-eight, and I was thirty-one.
When the fruit is unable to walk and runs around like a naked thunderbolt.
Baekhyun has been spending more time spacing out.
I had a headache from time to time and my right eye felt sore.
Every time that happened, I, you, and we would kiss each other on the eye, saying that we were just tired of raising children, and we were happy with that kiss.
I placed a warm steam towel on Baekhyun's eyes and took him out to get some fruit, creating some time just for him.
It was after dinner as usual, when I went in to wash the fruit.
I rolled the fruit up in a towel, put lotion on it in the bedroom, and even put on some underwear before sending it out. Suddenly, the fruit started crying as if the ceiling was going to tear apart.
The child who had been playing and laughing loudly cried for the first time, so I was startled and went out to the living room, and I almost cried like the child.
Baekhyun was seen convulsing all over his body and collapsing.
Seeing Baekhyun collapse with foam in his mouth, and then seeing Yeolmae crying next to her mother.
He took the fruit, held it in his arms, and turned Baekhyun over to his side.
My hands were shaking, but I couldn't cry. I was scared. I was so calm that it was scary. I had to stay calm.









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"It's a meningioma. The tumor has spread too far and is already starting to affect the optic nerve."
"Is surgery... not possible?"
"You can, if you want, but there's no guarantee you'll wake up when we open your head. Doctors always predict the worst, and it's already the worst. It's either going to be the worst when we open it, or the worst when we don't."
"So, does that mean I could become a vegetable?"
"I think it's fortunate that you're in a vegetative state. Anesthesia itself is a huge gamble. The chance of you dying during surgery is almost 100%."
"What are the chances of survival?"
"2 percent. This is the probability after receiving all treatments and procedures."
"What if I open my head?"
"Less than 1 percent."










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"Who told my child to cry like this? I'm so upset."

Baekhyun gently wiped the wet cheek of the fruit and held it in his arms, patting its back and putting it to sleep.

"Baekhyun."
"Chanyeol,"
"Give me the fruit. I'll put it to sleep."
"Would you like that?"

Baekhyun, who had handed over the fruit, lay down on the white bed.

"What do you think? I'm dying?"

Baekhyun giggled and closed his eyes.

"Baekhyun. Let's get treatment."
"no."
"Baekhyun Byun."
"I won't live long, will I?"
"huh."
"You answer right away. It hurts."
"So let's get treatment."
"So I don't want to accept it."
"Baekhyun."
"I want to enjoy the rest of my life. I don't want to be stuck here."
"Are you a ninety-year-old man? How can a twenty-eight-year-old say something like that?"
"Whether it's a ninety-year-old man or a twenty-eight-year-old Baekhyun, they both can't live long."
"Baekhyun Byun!"
"Shhh, break the fruit."

Baekhyun, who was smiling brightly, gestured towards me.
Still with eyes closed.
I sat on the guardian's bed, holding his pretty hand.

"Let's get treatment. Are you going to leave that kid behind?"
"Chanyeol."

I shut my mouth at that low voice.

"I'm going to be scared every night from now on."

"I wonder if I won't be able to open my eyes tomorrow morning. I wonder if this night will be the last night I see."
"therefore,"
"So I'm not going to get treatment."

“If I’m in pain all day and undergo difficult treatment, I don’t think I’ll want to live anymore. I hope my nights aren’t scary. I’ll live with the thought that if I do this today, it’s okay if I die tomorrow. And then I’ll die. I wanted to do this today, but I couldn’t. It’s a shame. So I have to live tomorrow. I’ll do this tomorrow, and then I’ll die. I can’t die because I have too many regrets, Chanyeol. There are still many things I want to do. I am regretful, Park Yeol-mae is regretful, and Park Chanyeol is regretful. The regret in my world is you, so I won’t die.”

I couldn't say anything because of that firm and solid resolve. I couldn't say anything to him. Because the one I was most afraid of and scared of was you.
What scared me, the one left behind, was the night without you. The day without you. The world without you. Everything that would change with you gone. I was scared of those things.
But the scariest person is you.

"Let's change the name, fruit. To a transformed fruit. There's so much I want to leave you. The book takes too long."
"Okay. Let's change the fruit's name. And write a book too."
"If I'm going to write a book, I'll have a second child. What do you think, Chanyeol? Should I have a second child? A daughter this time. What do you think? A daughter who resembles you will be so pretty. Right?"

We spent the night at the hospital, chatting away about nothing.
The two held hands tightly, kissed often, and occasionally stroked the fruit.
We gave up our day at the hospital.