Summary: A beginning, middle, and end—that’s how all stories go. But between you and Baekhyun, it seemed all you ever had were beginnings. Beginning friendships, beginning dreams, beginning jobs, beginning, beginning, beginning. But then you left—for so long and with dwindling messages that calling whatever you had been “an end” didn’t seem right. When you finally meet again, it all catches up, igniting in a spark of power-outages, sasaengs, and a frozen theme-park.
A/N: Finally mustered up the courage to post my first ff up on here. Now if you’ll excuse me, *screams*.
Scenario: angst, fluff
Word Count: 4,300
of course my first fanfic is this long
You never thought that it would have begun again like this: locked in your boss’s office during a power-outage, crying, jamming desperate numbers on your phone only to be met with an answering machine each time.
Even your mother didn’t pick up.
At the sound of someone padding along outside, leaving their desk, you gasped and pounded on the door. You could hear them! The slamming of drawers, the slap of a laptop shutting. If you could hear them, then surely they could hear you. You tried once more, kicking the bottom of the door with your crimson colored heels, and you hoped the tack tack tack carried far enough. With an ear pressed between the handle and frame, you strained to listen. The rustling outside ended, and then there was the stairwell exit slamming shut.
That was it. The last person had left the office.