Tell Me You Love Me, Mister/BL
43*
/ after-..
박 도율
“ ... “
‘... that day... if I hadn’t said that to my dad... something like today wouldn’t have happened... ‘
/ Swish-..
-Doyul is smoking a cigarette and wiping away the tears in his eyes.
-at that time,
/ Knock-knock-
박 도율
“ ....!! “
/ Chijik-
- At the sound of a knock on the door, Doyul quickly put out his cigarette and closed the window.
/ Click, squeak-..
변 백현
" .... ah, "
‘...you smoked a cigarette,’
/ Sigh-..
-Baekhyun is smiling cutely at Doyul, who has an expression full of confusion and fear in front of her.
변 백현
“...were you smoking a cigarette?”
박 도율
“ ... “
‘ ... I guess I’ll be fine.. Maybe... I might get excommunicated... ‘
/ Kwak..
-Doyul was unconsciously pressing his wrist with his fingernails.
/ Thud, thud-
/ Swish-..
박 도율
“ ....! “
-Baekhyun grabs Doyul's hand and pulls it away from his wrist.
변 백현
“...Doesn’t it hurt? Why are you holding on so tightly..?”
박 도율
“ ... “
" ... sorry.. "
/ Thud...
- At Baekhyun's affectionate touch, Doyul finally sheds tears.
박 도율
“ ... Huh.. Me, no.. Ugh!... Mom... I'm sorry... “
“Ugh, uh... For no reason... For making me... ugh!... meet a kid... “
변 백현
“ .... “
/ Po-ok-
-Baekhyun is the one who embraces that kind of rate.
변 백현
“...It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to be angry, it’s okay to be sorry.”
“But… don’t hate yourself… okay?”
박 도율
“Ugh!... Huh!!... Huaang-.. “
-Doyul, held in Baekhyun's arms, cried.
-And Baekhyun was the one who silently patted that rate.
/ Thump... thump...
/ Stop-
박 찬열
“ ... “
‘That cake... Doyul liked it..’
-Chanyeol is walking down the street when he spots a cake on display at a bakery and stops.
-That cake was the one that Doyul ate to commemorate his first visit to Chanyeol's house.
박 찬열
“ .... Can it be turned back.. “
‘...if possible...I want to do anything...’
/ Swish-..
-Chanyeol is walking towards the bakery.
/ Swish-
박 도율
“ ... “
-Baekhyun, who wiped Doyul's tears, sat down next to him.
변 백현
“...Yul-ah, should I get you some water?”
박 도율
" ... no.. "
변 백현
“.... Um... Then, Dad, should I tell you a story from the old days? “
박 도율
“Old.. story?.. “
변 백현
“Yeah- this happened when my dad was in high school.. “
“The first place I saw your father was in an alley.”
변 백현
“At that time… your father was smoking a cigarette too, watching me as I entered the alley.”
박 도율
“...Dad?.. “
변 백현
"Yeah, and then... you hit on me, who's over 10 years older than you? Seriously... you're so cute-"
박 도율
“Phuhat!... “
- At Baekhyun's words, Doyul burst into laughter.
변 백현
“And then... he followed me into my house... and asked for food... and then, that very day, he started living in my house.”
“Well… that guy I saw last time, Mr. Ising, right? It was his house… Mr. Ising gave me permission… Well, I guess I’m lucky now.”
/ Swish-
변 백현
“Thanks to you, I met such a great man, and I met you and the fruit... Seriously, what a happy life.”
박 도율
“ ...Mom...have you ever regretted meeting Dad..?”
변 백현
"Hey... there wasn't any? Back then... wherever I went, something would happen... I regretted it every day. You said you'd protect me... but you knocked me unconscious twice... that bad guy."
박 도율
“ ... “
변 백현
“But still… the one who took away that regret was your father after all…”
/ Po-ok-
변 백현
“...Mom knows too, you have a boyfriend now.”
박 도율
" .... ah.. "
변 백현
“Your father was worried a lot, what if Yul-i goes through the same thing as him?”
“Dad... looks like he's really scared and a crybaby. A crybaby... phew..”
박 도율
“ ...Mom...doesn’t you like that I have a boyfriend?.. “
변 백현
“Huh? No, why would I hate it? I like our Yul.. Mom likes it too.”
박 도율
“ ... that’s fortunate,”
“I’m afraid you might hate it…”
변 백현
“Ugh- I have a lot to worry about.. Really, “
/ Swish-
-Baekhyun is stroking Doyul's head and smiling.
-at that time,
/ Squeak...
박 열매
“Umma... Harmless...?”
변 백현
“Huh? Our fruit is up~?”
/ tak- tak-...
박 열매
“Hyung... Why are you here now... You’re always home... “
- A fruit that approaches Doyul and hugs him, rubbing its sleepy eyes.
박 도율
“ .... Sorry.. Sorry, Fruit.. Hyung.. “
‘Why did I give up this wonderful daily life for something like that?’
/ Kwak...
-The fruit in his arms is tightly held, in case it disappears.