hues; baeklay
baeklay; exo
ficlet
He has spent all night staring at the ceiling again; vision clouded with sleep and mind diverging from its rest. He imagines colours, hues and tones, melodies of yellows, reds and a touch of pink. With a drowsy smile he lifts his arm, index finger pointing upwards, as he traces the lines of a bright sun, the greens of a vast field, the smell of strawberries sitting on a wooden bench.
*
Baekhyun dreams.
He dreams of warm breeze and summer skies, of children on a merry-go-round and drama films at the theatre. Baekhyun dreams to remember the memories he can’t recollect when he’s awake, memories of past and present and sometimes, he has memories of future- memories he creates and replays. He lives his life through tunnels and lights.
And colours.
Oh, so many colours.
*
Baekhyun lives inside his head, and it’s exactly there where he meets him. All warm eyes and soft smile, plump lips and fidgeting hands that scratch just a little bit above a jeans-clad knee. He meets him at dawn everyday- at times he’s too early for their encounters, at times he’s running late. Although he blames reality for the latter because being awake has never been easy.
*
His name is Yixing. Twenty, slender, quirky. He approaches Baekhyun first, sitting down besides him on the field as he munches on a strawberry. He introduces himself: Zhang Yixing, nice to meet you. And steals a berry from the pack resting on the boy’s thigh. His name isn’t Korean, Baekhyun notices.
It reminds him of teapots.
*
Baekhyun works a six-hour shift at the café near his apartment complex, it’s not so thrilling when all he does is serve elderly couples and enamoured youngsters. But he’s not a waiter, he’s a barista. Yixing doesn’t see the difference, nor does he work. In fact, Yixing doesn’t seem to have a life outside of Baekhyun’s dreams. He’s there, same place, exact time, everyday on repeat.
*
By the time the night sky fades and the first rays of sun begin to peek through the windows, he stretches his arms high above his head, grimacing when his knuckles collide with the headboard.
If he sees Yixing standing outside the café three hours later, sheepish smile on his lips and grey hoodie slipping off one shoulder, Baekhyun knows he’s fallen asleep on the couch in the back-room during his break. Again.
*
Baekhyun dreams.
Yixing stays.
A/N: an anon on tumblr requested a baeklay ficlet.