Baekhyun knows that wherever he may be; in a swarm of fangirls, screaming his name out or at home, tuck under his duvet that smells of fresh blueberries and a hint of the cologne Chanyeol loves to wear or even in a vast land of oblivion where he’ll probably be petrified; he knows he doesn’t need to because when he turns back, there will always be a boy with a blinding white smile, brown orbs that makes him drown under the boy’s spell even more and a voice soothing and calm, ready to make him feel safe and sound.
“I’m right here, Baekhyun. I will always be right here besides you.”
Y-you’re finally back. Don’t you ever injure yourself again o(╥﹏╥)o