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

Side Story 2. Kai Chun's Parenting Diary. (- A Letter from Park Yeol-mae's Father)

The fruit did not cry.
No, actually I cried.
I went to my mother's side and placed the paper I was holding tightly on her chest. Then I held her warm hand and closed my eyes tightly.
Meanwhile, Chanyeol couldn't raise his head, and Baekhyun's flower only shed dew.
I clutched my hand, which was turning pale as the blood stopped flowing to my fingertips, and buried my face in Baekhyun's shoulder, wetting my clothes.
It was a scene so tragic and beautiful that it was difficult to describe in words.
Have you ever seen a family break up so closely?
The fruit didn't say anything until it was time to return home.
The fruit slowly packed its bags with me and showed me a box.

"What fruit is this?"
"A letter. To give to Mom."

A letter to my mother written in red and yellow colored pencils by a fern hand.

"I wanted to live with Mom. So I wrote the fruit to give it to Mom when I met her, to show it to Mom and Dad when I started living together. But Mom didn't come."

The crooked and carefully written handwriting is pitiful.

"Berry. Now... I can't see Mom anymore."
"Why? Why can't I see it?"

The child smells death.










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Chanyeol hyung came to get the fruit. And this diary will turn over. Hey... I worked so hard on it! For two whole years!
Byun Yeol-mae shakes her butt excitedly and thinks about breaking up with Kai-chun.
This is ridiculous. It's a shame, Byun Yeol-mae.
Chanyeol hyung loaded the last of the luggage into the trunk and closed the door.

"Fruit. Daddy's hand."
"Hello Kai-chun~ Thank you for everything. Don't cry at night because you won't get any results~~"

I watched with bitterness as Byun Yeol-mae got into the car seat and left the apartment.
If you forget Kai-chun, I'll kidnap you, Byun Yeol-mae.











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When I opened the parenting diary that Jong-in had given me, I saw that the fruit's growth process was written in detail.
Falling and hitting your head on the table, getting vaccinated, fighting with a friend and crying.
It's so cute that you've been writing something like this.
I am grateful to Jong-in, who raised me by changing diapers.

"Did you cry that day?"
"Yeah. I thought the fruit head would break and disappear."











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I thought it would be peaceful.
I thought we would be happy just the two of us.
Neither to me nor to the fruit. I guess we weren't ready for the breakup.
Your empty space, your absence.
It must have been too harsh for the two of us left behind.
If you miss your mother every night in the bed where your scent never leaves, there is a crying fruit.
Jongin said he never cried at home. I guess he came here and let it all out.
I didn't want to cry.
I cried alongside him.
I miss you too, fruit.
What should we do?









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The fruit hugged its mother, saying it missed her.
You said you wanted to give something to your mom.
So I said let's go to where you are.

To the place where you are laid.








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I went to the columbarium today.
Fruit put her hand on the glass door and cried.
Why don't you come see the fruit? My poor baby.
When I opened the glass case, I put the gift that the fruit had prepared inside.
Letters written with great effort by the fruit.
I didn't read it, Baekhyun. Because the fruit said it was for you. Open them one by one. Tell me what they are. Got it?
 







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The fruit prays every day. It wants to see you. Please come to me, even if it's just in its dreams. When will it stop crying here? The small fruit only cries at night. Why does the big fruit only cry when it comes here? Why do I cry, Baekhyun?

Actually, Baekhyun, the big fruit is crying. Fruits don't cry.
The big fruit cries every night. It wants to see you. Please live. You're alive. You're alive everywhere.
I miss you Hyuna. My Baekhyun.
You will never again hear someone's sweet and pretty voice calling you Chan-ah- Chanyeol-ah. That is something that is only allowed to you.
You will never be held by anyone again, you will never be able to hold anyone again. Because I am your life, your time, and you.
Because I am you.
I won't share your love with anyone.
I have to live with all my greed.