The truth was, Chanyeol wasn’t 20 like Baekhyun thought he was; he was far from it. In fact, he had lived 20 years multiplied by a million, if not by a billion times more. He had seen the world change century by century. Park Chanyeol was immortal, and he had seen it all.
And in Park Chanyeol’s everlasting life, there was also Byun Baekhyun.
On the day the world comes tumbling down, Chanyeol sees Baekhyun off at the airport and the younger pulls him in for a long, steady hug. “Be careful, okay?” Chanyeol whispers one more time and Baekhyun nods, kisses him lightly, squeezes his hand. “I will.”
The plane leaves and takes a part of Chanyeol with it, but it never comes back.
“It’ll be alright. Down here, and up there where you are too. We’ll be alright. I just hope you know how much I love you, Baekhyun. These words aren’t enough - our time wasn’t enough. Even my time won’t ever be enough to express everything.
But I’ll say it a thousand times more if I need to. Baekhyun, I love you. Today, tomorrow, and the days after that.