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writetomyheart2015-08-31 05:39 pm
damagea.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2015-08-31 05:39 pm
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[team one] love me, way past forever
Hello, I'm finally back after traveling in Brazil and US, sorry for skipping two rounds but here I am again! This fic is part of my war!AU I've been planning.
1957
Inside their houses people were serenely waking up and the vegetable seller only arranging his stall when Byun Baekhyun was already seen on the main street, carrying his bag in his left hand while the black umbrella was dangling from his other arm on its wooden handle. He was always walking quickly as ever, almost running, although people knew that man had no family in Seoul and therefore had no-one waiting for him anywhere.
“He kind of lost his mind in war,” basket weaver Mrs. Choi once told to Mrs. Go and made a gesture with an index finger next to head when the other one had curiously been asking if Mrs. Choi had any idea where that young man was always going to. “Built a bar or something but barely has any customers. Poor guy. Rumors tell he got scared by a bomb or something.”
“Such a nice-looking young man and got ruined like that in a war. What a pity,” Mrs. Go agreed.
From time to time Baekhyun heard there maybe were such gossips around him but he wasn’t the type to care. Every morning when he arrived at the bar he would polish the sign “ParkByunBar” by the entrance even though it was all worn out and was in serious need for new paint but Baekhyun surely couldn’t afford luxury like that. After that he would open the window and let the chilling breeze circulate through the room so that the awful smell of mold wouldn’t be that dominating.
He hadn’t paid the electricity bill and thus had to use candles in the evenings but that was alright because despite paying for the electricity annoying power cuts would be occurring more than regularly in that area anyway. Candle light also helped to hide the poor condition of the ragged furniture he had barely managed to buy in sale since apparently some old man had been dead on his arm chair for weeks and the smell of death still hadn’t completely disappeared from them.
And despite everything Baekhyun was fond of his bar and he handled everything with such a care that the neighborhood was only more and more convinced the man had gone out of mental control during the war. At first people were interested in hearing his story, as of course everyone’s curious about the new face appearing in the neighborhood, but he barely talked about the war even when specifically asked about it.
“The worst thing are the sounds,” he would simply answer and hide his trembling hand under the counter. He had got a hit to his spinal column and that still sometimes caused an uncontrollable shaking in his left hand but he never told people what had exactly happened. Of course life for no-one was particularly easy either, and in the end Byuk Baekhyun was just considered as another sad victim among everyone else.
That day Baekhyun was sweeping the doorway with an old broom when she appeared. She carried some kind of an old box in her hands, her black skirt had some little patches and her hair was a bit messy because of the wind but she had put some effort by putting red lipstick on and the most important thing was the smile on her face which looked so warm and familiar.
“Byun Baekhyun?” she asked and after given a nod from Baekhyun she blinked rapidly a few times, eyes watering a bit but the smile never disappearing from her face. “I’m so glad to meet you finally. Thank you for finally answering my letter.”
Baekhyun nodded again and she took a better look of the place, letting her eyes run through the sign, the window frames and the door way. “So, this is the place, I assume?” she questioned and Baekhyun didn’t have to give an answer to that because maybe it wasn’t a real question.
After letting her to have a good watch of the outside Baekhyun led her inside and ushered her to take a seat (making sure the chair was the least rotten one), pouring then two glasses of sweet potato soju for both of them and sitting on the chair in the opposite side of the table.
She was the first one to break the silence. “I brought you some letters he wrote for me. I thought you would appreciate them,” she said, opening the box she had settled next to her feet and then placing neatly arranged pile of letters on the table between them. Baekhyun made an absent-minded hum and rolled the soju glass between his fingers, somehow afraid of looking straight at her because there was something so incredibly honest and sincere in her it made him having a lump somewhere deep in his throat.
“He wrote me almost every week. So typical of stupid him. Always making lies how things were doing well and trying to make it sound funny,” she explained and obviously remembering something specific funny thing he had written for her or just his lame jokes in general because she couldn’t help a sad smile getting formed on her lips, “Even when he said he would go to the worst battlefront voluntarily.”
“Voluntarily?” Baekhyun repeated, remembering how he had been told the other one was being forced to go there. Baekhyun had immediately said he would come along but he had been told that wasn’t possible since only forced ones were allowed to go there that time. She raised her head in Baekhyun’s words and gave a knowing look; he had always been trying to protect the others no matter what and they both knew that.
“That bastard,” Baekhyun muttered and she nodded in response, small tear running down her cheek. She took a handkerchief from her bag and patted it lightly against her cheek before taking something else from the box and handing it out to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun took the object, realizing it was a red spinning top with happy colorful pictures of three children painted on it. Boy with a hay hat was holding a guitar and singing while the dark-brown haired boy in blue suit was holding hands and dancing with a blonde girl in green dress.
Baekhyun fiddled with the toy and felt a weird feeling in his chest.
“That used to be his favourite toy when we were kids. We didn’t have many toys but that was the one he was always carrying with and kept in his treasure box,” she told him. Baekhyun wanted to thank her for everything but he felt the words disappearing before he could even form them properly. He opened his mouth but closed it again but he knew it was alright when she reached her hand over the table to squeeze Baekhyun’s wrist lightly, caressing his palm with a thumb. Baekhyun wasn’t sure if she knew about it or not but they actually used to hold each other’s wrists when the situation had been bad at the field or they had had some serious talk. Maybe the same gesture came naturally from her or he had originally learned it from her during their childhood.
Suddenly Baekhyun got a flashback of himself, holding the other’s bloodstained wrists, screaming from the top of his lungs him not to fall asleep and telling him to look at him. He startled a bit but the flashback was gone as soon as it had happened. She noticed it and let his wrist go. “Is everything alright?” she asked.
“Yes yes, it just… keeps haunting me still sometimes,” Baekhyun explained. “I was scared. I was so scared.”
“I know.”
Baekhyun wanted to tell her more about it but he felt he wasn’t ready for that yet. He wasn’t sure if he ever would be.
She reached for the box and handed out one more thing to him. Baekhyun maybe had difficulties to look at her but the moment he saw that thing he couldn’t tear his eyes away anymore.
“Thank you, Yoora.”
*****
Later when Baekhyun was going to sleep he took one more look at the chair next to his bed and the photograph that was placed on it.
Park Chanyeol was wearing the dark green army suit, his hands casually in his pockets and his smile was so wide his big bright eyes were nearly forming lines. Baekhyun could almost hear Chanyeol’s laugh or the low singing he used to do when he had been bored or the situation had been so scary for all of them he had wanted to make the mood a bit lighter.
Baekhyun had kept the promise they had made. And Chanyeol would be at their bar every day and every night, as long as Baekhyun was living.
And when he fell asleep Park Chanyeol was there too. Until the end he would always be there.
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1957
Inside their houses people were serenely waking up and the vegetable seller only arranging his stall when Byun Baekhyun was already seen on the main street, carrying his bag in his left hand while the black umbrella was dangling from his other arm on its wooden handle. He was always walking quickly as ever, almost running, although people knew that man had no family in Seoul and therefore had no-one waiting for him anywhere.
“He kind of lost his mind in war,” basket weaver Mrs. Choi once told to Mrs. Go and made a gesture with an index finger next to head when the other one had curiously been asking if Mrs. Choi had any idea where that young man was always going to. “Built a bar or something but barely has any customers. Poor guy. Rumors tell he got scared by a bomb or something.”
“Such a nice-looking young man and got ruined like that in a war. What a pity,” Mrs. Go agreed.
From time to time Baekhyun heard there maybe were such gossips around him but he wasn’t the type to care. Every morning when he arrived at the bar he would polish the sign “ParkByunBar” by the entrance even though it was all worn out and was in serious need for new paint but Baekhyun surely couldn’t afford luxury like that. After that he would open the window and let the chilling breeze circulate through the room so that the awful smell of mold wouldn’t be that dominating.
He hadn’t paid the electricity bill and thus had to use candles in the evenings but that was alright because despite paying for the electricity annoying power cuts would be occurring more than regularly in that area anyway. Candle light also helped to hide the poor condition of the ragged furniture he had barely managed to buy in sale since apparently some old man had been dead on his arm chair for weeks and the smell of death still hadn’t completely disappeared from them.
And despite everything Baekhyun was fond of his bar and he handled everything with such a care that the neighborhood was only more and more convinced the man had gone out of mental control during the war. At first people were interested in hearing his story, as of course everyone’s curious about the new face appearing in the neighborhood, but he barely talked about the war even when specifically asked about it.
“The worst thing are the sounds,” he would simply answer and hide his trembling hand under the counter. He had got a hit to his spinal column and that still sometimes caused an uncontrollable shaking in his left hand but he never told people what had exactly happened. Of course life for no-one was particularly easy either, and in the end Byuk Baekhyun was just considered as another sad victim among everyone else.
That day Baekhyun was sweeping the doorway with an old broom when she appeared. She carried some kind of an old box in her hands, her black skirt had some little patches and her hair was a bit messy because of the wind but she had put some effort by putting red lipstick on and the most important thing was the smile on her face which looked so warm and familiar.
“Byun Baekhyun?” she asked and after given a nod from Baekhyun she blinked rapidly a few times, eyes watering a bit but the smile never disappearing from her face. “I’m so glad to meet you finally. Thank you for finally answering my letter.”
Baekhyun nodded again and she took a better look of the place, letting her eyes run through the sign, the window frames and the door way. “So, this is the place, I assume?” she questioned and Baekhyun didn’t have to give an answer to that because maybe it wasn’t a real question.
After letting her to have a good watch of the outside Baekhyun led her inside and ushered her to take a seat (making sure the chair was the least rotten one), pouring then two glasses of sweet potato soju for both of them and sitting on the chair in the opposite side of the table.
She was the first one to break the silence. “I brought you some letters he wrote for me. I thought you would appreciate them,” she said, opening the box she had settled next to her feet and then placing neatly arranged pile of letters on the table between them. Baekhyun made an absent-minded hum and rolled the soju glass between his fingers, somehow afraid of looking straight at her because there was something so incredibly honest and sincere in her it made him having a lump somewhere deep in his throat.
“He wrote me almost every week. So typical of stupid him. Always making lies how things were doing well and trying to make it sound funny,” she explained and obviously remembering something specific funny thing he had written for her or just his lame jokes in general because she couldn’t help a sad smile getting formed on her lips, “Even when he said he would go to the worst battlefront voluntarily.”
“Voluntarily?” Baekhyun repeated, remembering how he had been told the other one was being forced to go there. Baekhyun had immediately said he would come along but he had been told that wasn’t possible since only forced ones were allowed to go there that time. She raised her head in Baekhyun’s words and gave a knowing look; he had always been trying to protect the others no matter what and they both knew that.
“That bastard,” Baekhyun muttered and she nodded in response, small tear running down her cheek. She took a handkerchief from her bag and patted it lightly against her cheek before taking something else from the box and handing it out to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun took the object, realizing it was a red spinning top with happy colorful pictures of three children painted on it. Boy with a hay hat was holding a guitar and singing while the dark-brown haired boy in blue suit was holding hands and dancing with a blonde girl in green dress.
Baekhyun fiddled with the toy and felt a weird feeling in his chest.
“That used to be his favourite toy when we were kids. We didn’t have many toys but that was the one he was always carrying with and kept in his treasure box,” she told him. Baekhyun wanted to thank her for everything but he felt the words disappearing before he could even form them properly. He opened his mouth but closed it again but he knew it was alright when she reached her hand over the table to squeeze Baekhyun’s wrist lightly, caressing his palm with a thumb. Baekhyun wasn’t sure if she knew about it or not but they actually used to hold each other’s wrists when the situation had been bad at the field or they had had some serious talk. Maybe the same gesture came naturally from her or he had originally learned it from her during their childhood.
Suddenly Baekhyun got a flashback of himself, holding the other’s bloodstained wrists, screaming from the top of his lungs him not to fall asleep and telling him to look at him. He startled a bit but the flashback was gone as soon as it had happened. She noticed it and let his wrist go. “Is everything alright?” she asked.
“Yes yes, it just… keeps haunting me still sometimes,” Baekhyun explained. “I was scared. I was so scared.”
“I know.”
Baekhyun wanted to tell her more about it but he felt he wasn’t ready for that yet. He wasn’t sure if he ever would be.
She reached for the box and handed out one more thing to him. Baekhyun maybe had difficulties to look at her but the moment he saw that thing he couldn’t tear his eyes away anymore.
“Thank you, Yoora.”
*****
Later when Baekhyun was going to sleep he took one more look at the chair next to his bed and the photograph that was placed on it.
Park Chanyeol was wearing the dark green army suit, his hands casually in his pockets and his smile was so wide his big bright eyes were nearly forming lines. Baekhyun could almost hear Chanyeol’s laugh or the low singing he used to do when he had been bored or the situation had been so scary for all of them he had wanted to make the mood a bit lighter.
Baekhyun had kept the promise they had made. And Chanyeol would be at their bar every day and every night, as long as Baekhyun was living.
And when he fell asleep Park Chanyeol was there too. Until the end he would always be there.
ceeri is next!