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

Side Story 1. Sadness does not repeat itself. (-3

Baekhyun left.
To the place where such angels live.
There was no longer a poet of mine who could sing of love and separation, despair and hope, but he still remained by my side. We wrapped ourselves in long padding like kimbap, held hands tightly, and ran, holding our breath until our faces turned red, to avoid cigarette smoke.
We were eating tteokbokki and fish cake from a street food stall and wiping the tteokbokki soup that spilled on our white T-shirts.
We fell asleep while reading a book.
It's no longer there, but it still exists.
Although we don't have a book to avoid cigarette smoke, eat tteokbokki, and sleep together.
There are fruits that you can run to and hug to avoid cigarette smoke.
I have the luxury of teasing a child who whines and whines while eating spicy tteokbokki.
There is a trick to playing the role of a wolf and a girl while reading a fairy tale.










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There are cacti growing in the desert.
People say I look like a cactus.
A cactus that grows even in the worst moisture.
No, I am just a flower.
Whether it's a flower growing in a studio or a wildflower growing in the field.
Wildflowers bloom even between rocks.
I am a flower.
There is only one extreme situation for me.
The fruit of the mutation dies.

Baekhyun Byun left me with many things, and they are still with me as always.
Eleven books, I think.
Like the plates we chose together.
Like a persimmon.
Traces of that person remain in me, and that person remains in me.
I am still his life, his existence, his everything.
I don't think his love was lacking.
I don't even think I lack love.
If you think like that, I can't grow a pervert.
What can you do for a child with a lack of love?
A very big and wonderful thing that Baekhyun Byun left me.
An enormous, undeserving love that I could neither receive nor give in my entire life.
He is giving it to me and to Byun Yeol-mae, who are his traces.
In the name of love.
With the happiness called love.

Sadness does not repeat itself.
There is no more sadness for me.

I overcame it, and I will walk the hard path that I gave to Baekhyun first, and I will walk the easy path that my child will walk first.

For me. For you. For us.

Because there is no more sadness.