magic
title: magic
genre: angst ??
pairing: kris/chanyeol (chanyeol-centric)
rating: pg
summary: He is now a butterfly without wings; he couldn’t do anything.
a kind of continuation from walk away.
a/n: thanks to my lovely reader / betareader jejun i love you so much okay? :* oh and greetings for y'all from South Korea. i'm regretting not going to S.M.art exhibition opening thingy today cries if i have money i'd go there like srsly
Chanyeol stirs in his sleep and snuggles closer to the pillow. He is never the morning person, he hates everything about mornings, especially the morning sun. And he could swear that the morning sun hates him in return.
“Chanyeol-ah,” he could hear a familiar voice calling for him. He chuckles lightly and pulls the blanket so it covers his face. His lover isn’t a morning person as well, but he always makes sure to wake up early in order to pull the younger one out of his deep slumber, which is both torture and entertainment for the brunette.
“Chanyeol-ah, wake up, or else you’ll be late for class.”
He smiles and hides himself under the blanket, feeling playful in the morning. “Give me a kiss or I won’t wake up~”
He could hear a sigh from outside the blanket and blinks in realization.
It’s not him, he could hear his mind saying.
“Chanyeol…”
He bites his lower lip and moves to bury his face in the pillow, feeling so stupid for mistaking his friend as him, yet again.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. A single tear fell from his eyes, followed by another, and another until they form a stream. “I’m awake now… thank you, hyung…”
He could hear a shuffle, footsteps, and lastly, the door being opened and closed.
***
How long has it pass since he went away?
Two weeks? One month? Half a year?
It could be a decade for all he knew.
Life was pretty meaningless since he was left alone. Time had gone by as slow as a butterfly without wings.
He chuckled lightly, not with humor, but with darkness.
He felt like laughing at himself, for being a person who was too deeply tied to someone who may not even think about him anymore.
Laughter. Tears. Muffled sobs. Cries.
The sound of his cries was the only thing that kept his room from complete silence.
Their room.
The room that once was lively, with that other person beside him.
Chanyeol was never a silent person. No matter what he did or where he was, he would always try to make noise, any noise.
For him, silence means emptiness. Silence means loneliness. And he hated them.
He still hates silence, but he couldn’t find it in himself to make a sound.
It was futile.
He is now a butterfly without wings; he couldn’t do anything. Not without the older man being around.
***
He remembers it all.
Waking up all alone in their shared apartment, finding nothing that belonged to him.
He remembers running out of their apartment, practically went everywhere he could think about. His friend’s houses, their university, the park they often went to, everywhere.
There was no familiar greeting when he got back. Only the flutter of paper could be heard.
He walked to the couch and found a letter on the coffee table in front of it.
A letter that made him cry some hours prior.
‘I’m going home. Don’t look for me.’
“But,” he finally managed to say in between sobs, “isn’t your home here? With me?”
‘Home is where the heart is’, he once said.
Does it mean that his heart wasn’t with Chanyeol anymore?
***
He sat in front of the door. Waiting.
It seemed like it was the only thing he did day after day, ever since he left him.
Chanyeol knew that it was futile. That he was foolish for even thinking that he would come back home, to their home.
But he couldn’t do anything. All he can do was hoping, that he still loved him.
No matter how useless it would sound, it was the only thing that he could hold on to.
***
“Chanyeol, you should see this,” he could hear his friend from the other end of the line.
He nodded lightly and then realized that his friend couldn’t see him nodding from the phone. So he hummed, too weak to even produce a decent sound.
“I’ll send you the link, you have to open it,” his friend said again.
A simple ‘okay’ was all he said before hanging the phone up. His own voice sounded so foreign in his ears. How many days had it passed since he talked for the last time? He had long lost count.
He clicked the link his friend gave him and waited for the site to load.
It was a link to an online newspaper.
He scrolled down and read the headline.
‘Kris Wu to takeover the empire’
A loud crash could be heard.
***
He couldn’t get over the news he just read for the nth time. He still couldn’t believe that his lover had left him to take over his parent’s business. Or rather, he didn’t want to believe it.
He had never known that he was an heir of a big corporation. And if he thought about it, he had known nothing about his family. All he knew was him, and him alone.
But, was it real?
Was everything that he told him real?
Was their love even real?
***
He was just finished packing the last box of his belongings. He looked around and found that the apartment was empty, except for the furniture that were still there, only covered with big piece of cloth to prevent dust from getting over them.
After receiving some ‘advice’ from his friends, Chanyeol had decided to move out of their- his apartment. It was filled with too many memories of them that he couldn’t think straight.
Though, Kris already bought the apartment and therefore Chanyeol couldn’t sell it. All the paper work was under his name after all. So he decided to just leave it be and move to his friend’s place until he got a new one.
He looked around for the last time, reminiscing the fond memories they had made in the apartment.
The moment they moved in together.
The moment he almost burnt the kitchen down for cooking his breakfast.
The moment he-
RRRRRRRRRRRRRR
He looked at the ringing phone and tilted his head slightly. The land phone was usually left untouched for not that many people even knew it’s number. The only people who knew it was him, his parents, and…him.
He decided not to pick up the phone and bit his lower lip.
If miracles really does exist, he thought to himself, please, let me meet him once again. Just once.
“Hey, it’s Park Chanyeol,” he could hear his own voice from the answering machine.
“And Kris Wu.”
It all dawned on him that he hadn’t even remembered to change the answering machine’s recording.
“We’re not able to pick up the phone right now, so you can leave us a message after the beep sound. We’ll contact you as soon as possible, promise.”
A loud beep was heard.
Chanyeol held his breath, he found himself still hoping.
The line was silent for a few moments.
“…Chanyeol? It’s me, Kris.”
genre: angst ??
pairing: kris/chanyeol (chanyeol-centric)
rating: pg
summary: He is now a butterfly without wings; he couldn’t do anything.
a kind of continuation from walk away.
a/n: thanks to my lovely reader / betareader jejun i love you so much okay? :* oh and greetings for y'all from South Korea. i'm regretting not going to S.M.art exhibition opening thingy today cries if i have money i'd go there like srsly
Chanyeol stirs in his sleep and snuggles closer to the pillow. He is never the morning person, he hates everything about mornings, especially the morning sun. And he could swear that the morning sun hates him in return.
“Chanyeol-ah,” he could hear a familiar voice calling for him. He chuckles lightly and pulls the blanket so it covers his face. His lover isn’t a morning person as well, but he always makes sure to wake up early in order to pull the younger one out of his deep slumber, which is both torture and entertainment for the brunette.
“Chanyeol-ah, wake up, or else you’ll be late for class.”
He smiles and hides himself under the blanket, feeling playful in the morning. “Give me a kiss or I won’t wake up~”
He could hear a sigh from outside the blanket and blinks in realization.
It’s not him, he could hear his mind saying.
“Chanyeol…”
He bites his lower lip and moves to bury his face in the pillow, feeling so stupid for mistaking his friend as him, yet again.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. A single tear fell from his eyes, followed by another, and another until they form a stream. “I’m awake now… thank you, hyung…”
He could hear a shuffle, footsteps, and lastly, the door being opened and closed.
***
How long has it pass since he went away?
Two weeks? One month? Half a year?
It could be a decade for all he knew.
Life was pretty meaningless since he was left alone. Time had gone by as slow as a butterfly without wings.
He chuckled lightly, not with humor, but with darkness.
He felt like laughing at himself, for being a person who was too deeply tied to someone who may not even think about him anymore.
Laughter. Tears. Muffled sobs. Cries.
The sound of his cries was the only thing that kept his room from complete silence.
Their room.
The room that once was lively, with that other person beside him.
Chanyeol was never a silent person. No matter what he did or where he was, he would always try to make noise, any noise.
For him, silence means emptiness. Silence means loneliness. And he hated them.
He still hates silence, but he couldn’t find it in himself to make a sound.
It was futile.
He is now a butterfly without wings; he couldn’t do anything. Not without the older man being around.
***
He remembers it all.
Waking up all alone in their shared apartment, finding nothing that belonged to him.
He remembers running out of their apartment, practically went everywhere he could think about. His friend’s houses, their university, the park they often went to, everywhere.
There was no familiar greeting when he got back. Only the flutter of paper could be heard.
He walked to the couch and found a letter on the coffee table in front of it.
A letter that made him cry some hours prior.
‘I’m going home. Don’t look for me.’
“But,” he finally managed to say in between sobs, “isn’t your home here? With me?”
‘Home is where the heart is’, he once said.
Does it mean that his heart wasn’t with Chanyeol anymore?
***
He sat in front of the door. Waiting.
It seemed like it was the only thing he did day after day, ever since he left him.
Chanyeol knew that it was futile. That he was foolish for even thinking that he would come back home, to their home.
But he couldn’t do anything. All he can do was hoping, that he still loved him.
No matter how useless it would sound, it was the only thing that he could hold on to.
***
“Chanyeol, you should see this,” he could hear his friend from the other end of the line.
He nodded lightly and then realized that his friend couldn’t see him nodding from the phone. So he hummed, too weak to even produce a decent sound.
“I’ll send you the link, you have to open it,” his friend said again.
A simple ‘okay’ was all he said before hanging the phone up. His own voice sounded so foreign in his ears. How many days had it passed since he talked for the last time? He had long lost count.
He clicked the link his friend gave him and waited for the site to load.
It was a link to an online newspaper.
He scrolled down and read the headline.
‘Kris Wu to takeover the empire’
A loud crash could be heard.
***
He couldn’t get over the news he just read for the nth time. He still couldn’t believe that his lover had left him to take over his parent’s business. Or rather, he didn’t want to believe it.
He had never known that he was an heir of a big corporation. And if he thought about it, he had known nothing about his family. All he knew was him, and him alone.
But, was it real?
Was everything that he told him real?
Was their love even real?
***
He was just finished packing the last box of his belongings. He looked around and found that the apartment was empty, except for the furniture that were still there, only covered with big piece of cloth to prevent dust from getting over them.
After receiving some ‘advice’ from his friends, Chanyeol had decided to move out of their- his apartment. It was filled with too many memories of them that he couldn’t think straight.
Though, Kris already bought the apartment and therefore Chanyeol couldn’t sell it. All the paper work was under his name after all. So he decided to just leave it be and move to his friend’s place until he got a new one.
He looked around for the last time, reminiscing the fond memories they had made in the apartment.
The moment they moved in together.
The moment he almost burnt the kitchen down for cooking his breakfast.
The moment he-
RRRRRRRRRRRRRR
He looked at the ringing phone and tilted his head slightly. The land phone was usually left untouched for not that many people even knew it’s number. The only people who knew it was him, his parents, and…him.
He decided not to pick up the phone and bit his lower lip.
If miracles really does exist, he thought to himself, please, let me meet him once again. Just once.
“Hey, it’s Park Chanyeol,” he could hear his own voice from the answering machine.
“And Kris Wu.”
It all dawned on him that he hadn’t even remembered to change the answering machine’s recording.
“We’re not able to pick up the phone right now, so you can leave us a message after the beep sound. We’ll contact you as soon as possible, promise.”
A loud beep was heard.
Chanyeol held his breath, he found himself still hoping.
The line was silent for a few moments.
“…Chanyeol? It’s me, Kris.”