Tomorrow

It was around midnight. The night was chilly but cloudless. A million stars shone brightly in the purplest skies of Seoul.

The streets, the houses and the shops were sleeping, except for two individuals whose aim was to be the best band in Korea.

Chanyeol and Baekhyun, one younger than the other was busy creating melodies while the latter was running his hands through his hair for the perfect lyrics that would fit Chanyeol’s music.

They both were quiet, busy doing their work because of the near deadline. Though often times Baekhyun would bring Coffee for them both or Chanyeol would walk over to his Hyung and massage his shoulders for some time.

The night was passing, almost shading the dark eminence with a pinch of magenta.

“Chanyeol, I think these lyrics will work…” Baekhyun’s tired eyes looked down on Chanyeol who didn’t hear him at first because of the headphones.

“Chanyeol!” Baekhyun called again, tapping the desk with his hand.

That made Chanyeol look up at him in surprise. His eyes had turned red due to a sleepless night and nugatory stress.

He took off his headphones and confused raised his brows.

“I wrote the lyrics,” Baekhyun said in a tone of relief and excitement.

“You did? Can I see?” Chanyeol’s sleep was now awakened by the sudden incredulity. They were stuck in writing the ideal lyrics for days and days but finally, upon hearing Baekhyun blurt out the good news, Chanyeol’s heart skipped a few beats out of anxiety and animation.

Baekhyun hesitantly handed the paper to Chanyeol and waited like a sleepy puppy while Chanyeol whispered the lyrics to himself.

It was hard to tell what Chan was thinking. His expression was impassive from the beginning to the end. As if he was reading someone’s biography with no interest whatsoever.

“Chan?” Baekhyun was somehow feeling uneasy. “How is it?”

Chanyeol let out a tiny sigh and closed his eyes.

What was with this reaction, thought Baekhyun but kept quiet.

Chan then opened his eyes and with a quick movement of his hands, tore the paper in two and shot up from his seat.

“Baek! You know how much this band means to us, right? Why aren’t you able to write any good songs?!” Chanyeol’s voice was high enough to scare Baekhyun a little. He took a step back, eyes widening as he examined the unmitigated anger on Chan’s face. His cheeks were getting currant as if he was drunk and didn’t know what to do.

“I had high expectations of you for this, Baek…” Chanyeol’s sigh shattered Baekhyun’s fragile heart. He had worked the entire day and night just to fit the lyrics to their perfect tune and now when his own closest friend said such a thing that would make anyone fear the worst, Baekhyun couldn’t hold back the tears in his eyes.

“I did my best, Chan!” He yelled, gritting his teeth as to not let any of his melancholic tears fall.

No you didn’t!”

“Yes, I did! I tried as hard as I could. I gave my all and I have reached my limit, Chanyeol!”

This is your limit?!” Chanyeol’s underline provoked Baekhyun. His body couldn’t handle the fierce bitterness. It was overtaking him and he knew that if he stayed any longer in this room, things would go from bad to worst.

“Fine! Why don’t you try writing your own lyrics then?!” Baek screamed and impulsively grabbed his jacket from the couch behind him.

“Where are you going now?” He asked annoyingly.

“And while you’re at that, why don’t you just go and debut on your own! Why need me when I can’t even write good lyrics that would suit your grody music!” Baekhyun’s last shout made Chanyeol’s lip purse. Baekhyun stomped out the room; his hands and forehead were heating quicker than ever and his throat burned from the plethora of pressure and intense screaming.

The cold air caressed Baekhyun’s cheeks as soon as he left the building.

For a moment, he stopped and turned around to look back at the window whose light was on.

Resentment was filling Baekhyun’s lungs upon the thought of Chanyeol’s trenchant words.

He clicked his tongue, indignantly averting his gaze from the window and started walking with no exact direction in his mind.

He might have wiped his tears a few times on the way but eventually, the breeze and the lamps hanging from the denim sky comforted him partially.

Nonetheless, as the night was fading, the hatred for Chanyeol vanished from his heart and a sensible regret overtook it. “I shouldn’t have said such a thing…” It wasn’t Baekhyun’s fault but seeing it in a fair point of view, the lyrics were his and Chanyeol knew how talented he was as to entrust such responsibility at him. A gush of rue washed over him like a tidal wave. Promptly, he impulsed on going back to Chanyeol and apologize to him for their futile conversation.

Baekhyun suddenly got back to his senses after plenteous pondering and realization and looked up from his feet. He had stumbled in a dimly lit alley he was unaware of.

He decided to look around to find a name of the street or at least just a name that would tell him where he was, however, before he could turn back and get out of the creepy alley, a sound of a lady crying stopped him from doing so.

“Ex–excuse me…” Baekhyun’s voice was hushful. He tried again, “Excuse me.”

The crying was unexpectedly getting closer.

Baekhyun’s delicate heart was beating rapidly. He was afraid that an entity would emerge from the caliginosity. He was at his ready position to run away the moment he felt any presence.

However, a tall, thin lady appeared in the obfuscated light. She seemed to be in her thirty’s, more or less. She looked weak and exhausted and she was crying.

Baekhyun took a wary step forward and softly asked the lady, “A-are you alright, Ma’am?”

“Help me…” The lady wailed and stretched forth her hand feebly.

“What is the problem, Ma’am? Is something wrong?” Baekhyun started to walk towards her, “How can I help you?”

As he got closer to her, the lady took a step back, out of the light and into the shadows.

Baekhyun stopped and frowned, “Excuse me, Ma’am?”

There was no response. The crying had stopped and a deadly silence surrounded Baekhyun.

He didn’t know what to do. Should he go further into nothingness and find her? Or should he turn back and leave?

Not to mention, in such a furious state, Baek forgot to take his phone with him; it must still be lying on the coffee table or the couch.

On the other hand, Baekhyun’s instinct told him to leave.

Since there was no more sound, he reasoned that it might have been his mere imagination. His mind playing silly tricks on him because of torpidity.

In the end, he turned around and decided to walk away, when all of a sudden, out from the darkness ran a shadow with a baseball bat and smacked Baekhyun’s occiput in a powerful sway.

At once, an excruciating pain and immense dizziness made Baek fall to his knees. He clenched his head tight, letting out a loud scream to release the burn and looked up at the darkening scene.

The faint light that was the only illumination in the alley showed two individuals; a woman and a man.

The lady that Baekhyun saw sobbing for help was now perfectly fine and smiling an evil smile The man beside her started to search Baekhyun’s pockets for stuff he could find useful but to no avail. In his petrified and benumbed state, Baek tried hard to push the man away from him and run. Nevertheless, his movements were fruitless. The man annoyingly smacked Baekhyun’s head again, this time even harder than before and escaped the gloomy alley with his partner, leaving a helpless Baekhyun in the solitude of oblivion. Thereupon, blackness covered Baek’s eyes and mind. He fell in the murky alley, deep into a slumber where not even Chanyeol could wake him up.

Baekhyun wakes up by the sound of the guitar. The melody was flawlessly emitting through Chanyeol’s skilled fingers.

It was soothing. However, the tune somehow ached Baekhyun’s heart. He raised his head from the coffee table that he had fallen asleep on and glanced at the unfocused Chanyeol.

“Oh, you’re awake.” The unchanging heavy voice spoke. Baek’s heart ached again upon hearing Chanyeol’s voice.

He rubbed his eyes; trying hard to adjust his focal point. A smiling Chanyeol was in front of him, the pick of the guitar captured by the corners of his teeth.

“Chan…” Baekhyun voiced and walked over to him. A lump in his throat prevented him from speaking and warm tears that unfroze his chilled cheeks fell soundlessly.

Chanyeol’s eyes widened in surprise. He immediately placed his guitar on the floor and hurriedly hugged Baekhyun. Without asking any questions as to why of a sudden his Hyung started crying, he kept rubbing his back to comfort him. Chanyeol’s shirt was damp with Baek’s frightened tears.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Chanyeol-ah…” Baekhyun’s muffled voice cracked underneath Chanyeol’s chest.

Chanyeol frowned upon hearing his apology but didn’t respond.

“I’m really sorry…” Baekhyun’s tears wouldn’t stop but the night passed like the passing of the wind; slow and calm. Chanyeol kept Baekhyun close to him until dawn, wrapping his arms around him like a blanket and whispering him words weaved with reassurance.

However, Baekhyun’s heart ached once more.

Baekhyun woke up on an empty bed. The other side was cold and the indistinct presence already faded away.

He got out of bed and walked over to the door that led to the living room.

It was abandoned. Everything was as it was the last he had seen it; the table that had Chanyeol’s and Baekhyun’s coffee mugs, the couch where Baek’s phone was at and the guitar that sat idly on a stand near Chanyeol’s chair.

Baekhyun’s heart pinched.

Suddenly, there was the sound of the door clicking and in came Chanyeol; face dropped in exhaustion and shoulders slightly arched.

Baek felt an abrupt balloon of happiness pop inside him. His eyes lifted in an eager manner to talk to Chanyeol as he approached him with a tender heart.

“Chanyeol–“

“Not now, Baek,” Chanyeol’s sapped voice shattered Baek’s high spirits, even though he didn’t yet speak anything. “I’m tired. Can we talk about this later?” He passed Baekhyun from a distance and a kind of hostility emitted from him.

Baekhyun was confused as to what topic Chanyeol was talking about and why he was receiving such an attitude.

“About what?” He asked.

Chanyeol lazily turned around, dropping his jacket on the head of the couch. “About our damn band. About my damn music and your damn lyrics!” His expression turned maddening. His enervated eyes were now filled with infuriation.

“What are you talking about…?” Baekhyun asked in a low and a calm voice, attempting to placate Chanyeol.

“Forget it, Baek. It’s not going to work. I talked with the company and they didn’t like our song. They said the lyrics don’t have the right feel to it.”

“Wait…you mean, my lyrics?” The sudden realization that Chanyeol was solely and indirectly blaming Baekhyun hit him hard on the head.

Chanyeol didn’t answer.

“Chan, we made the music together and so what if the company didn’t like it. We can try again, right? We have to keep trying!”

“You don’t understand, Baek! It’s not working. How many times do you think we have already tried and kept on trying?”

A hard lump was stuck in Baekhyun’s throat. He could neither scream nor could he respond with the proper response.

Chanyeol averted Baekhyun’s effulgent eyes. “You know we can’t do this anymore. It’s just not working. You and me, our music is just not meant to be.”

The glistening eyes of the latter was now just a bleary sight of black and white. Baekhyun could have cried a river or maybe an ocean but instead, a deep emotion of disapprobation and choler filled the void.

“So you’re saying…we should just quit?” He slowly breathed. Howbeit, Baek was losing the battle with his tears. His snivels were heard by Chan but he didn’t tear his focus off from the floor.

Baekhyun turned around in frustration and galumphed out the door. He didn’t look back at Chanyeol’s unknown expression nor did he want to argue with him about anything anymore.

The cold air caressed Baekhyun’s cheeks as soon as he left the building.

For a moment, he stopped and turned around to look back at the window whose light was on.

Resentment was filling Baekhyun’s lungs upon the thought of Chanyeol’s unpalatable words.

He clicked his tongue, indignantly averting his gaze from the window and started walking with no exact direction in his mind.

He might have wiped his tears a few times on the way but eventually, the breeze and the lamps hanging from the denim sky comforted him partially.

Baekhyun suddenly got back to his senses after plenteous pondering and realization and looked up from his feet. He had stumbled in a dimly lit alley he was unaware of.

He decided to look around to find a name of the street or at least just a name that would tell him where he was, however, before he could turn back and get out of the creepy alley, a sound of a lady crying stopped him from doing so.

“Ex–excuse me…” Baekhyun’s voice was hushful. He tried again, “Excuse me.”

The crying was unexpectedly getting closer.

Baekhyun’s delicate heart was beating rapidly. He was afraid that an entity would emerge from the caliginosity. He was at his ready position to run away the moment he felt any presence.

However, a tall, thin lady appeared in the obfuscated light. She seemed to be in her thirty’s, more or less. She looked weak and exhausted and she was crying.

Baekhyun took a wary step forward and softly asked the lady, “A-are you alright, Ma’am?”

“Help me…” The lady wailed and stretched forth her hand feebly.

“What is the problem, Ma’am? Is something wrong?” Baekhyun started to walk towards her, “How can I help you?”

As he got closer to her, the lady took a step back, out of the light and into the shadows.

Baekhyun stopped and frowned, “Excuse me, Ma’am?”

There was no response. The crying had stopped and a deadly silence surrounded Baekhyun.

He didn’t know what to do. Should he go further into nothingness and find her? Or should he turn back and leave?

Not to mention, in such a furious state, Baek forgot to take his phone with him; it must still be lying on the coffee table or the couch.

On the other hand, Baekhyun’s instinct told him to leave.

Since there was no more sound, he reasoned that it might have been his mere imagination. His mind playing silly tricks on him because of torpidity.

In the end, he turned around and decided to walk away, when all of a sudden, out from the darkness ran a shadow with a baseball bat and smacked Baekhyun’s occiput in a powerful sway.

At once, an excruciating pain and immense dizziness made Baek fall to his knees. He clenched his head tight, letting out a loud scream to release the burn and looked up at the darkening scene.

The faint light that was the only illumination in the alley showed two individuals; a woman and a man.

The lady that Baekhyun saw sobbing for help was now perfectly fine and smiling an evil smile The man beside her started to search Baekhyun’s pockets for stuff he could find useful but to no avail. In his petrified and benumbed state, Baek tried hard to push the man away from him and run. Nevertheless, his movements were fruitless. The man annoyingly smacked Baekhyun’s head again, this time even harder than before and escaped the gloomy alley with his partner, leaving a helpless Baekhyun in the solitude of oblivion.

“Chanyeol…help me.” Were the only words running in Baekhyun’s piercing head.

Thereupon, blackness covered Baek’s eyes and mind. He fell in the murky alley, deep into a slumber where not even Chanyeol could wake him up.

It was around midnight. The night was chilly but cloudless. A million stars shone brightly in the purplest skies of Seoul.

The night was passing, almost shading the dark eminence with a pinch of magenta.

“Chanyeol, I think these lyrics will work…” Baekhyun’s tired eyes looked down on Chanyeol who didn’t hear him at first because of the headphones.

“Chanyeol!” Baekhyun called again, tapping the desk with his hand.

That made Chanyeol look up at him in surprise. His eyes had turned red due to a sleepless night and nugatory stress.

He took off his headphones and confused raised his brows.

“I wrote the lyrics,” Baekhyun said in a tone of relief and excitement.

“You did? Can I see?” Chanyeol’s sleep was now awakened by the sudden incredulity.

Baekhyun hesitantly handed the paper to Chanyeol and waited like a sleepy puppy while Chanyeol whispered the lyrics to himself.

It was hard to tell what Chan was thinking. His expression was impassive from the beginning to the end. As if he was reading someone’s biography with no interest whatsoever.

“Chan?” Baekhyun was somehow feeling uneasy. “How is it?”

Chanyeol let out a tiny sigh and closed his eyes.

He then opened them and with a quick movement of his hands, tore the paper in two and shot up from his seat.

“Baek! You know how much this band means to us, right? Why aren’t you able to write any good songs?!” Chanyeol’s voice was high enough to scare Baekhyun a little. He took a step back, eyes widening as he examined the unmitigated anger on Chan’s face.

“I had high expectations of you for this, Baek…” Chanyeol’s sigh shattered Baekhyun’s fragile heart, following with a punishing ache. He clasped his chest at once but Chanyeol appeared all the more uninterested in Baek’s unforeseen change in health.

I did my best, Chan!” He yelled but his head exploded from inside, releasing a protracted burn. Baek gritted his teeth as to not let any of his tormenting tears fall.

“No, you didn’t!”

“Yes, I did! I tried as hard as I could. I gave my all and I have reached my limit, Chanyeol!” Baekhyun’s breathing was getting limited. He wanted to immediately get out of the room and inhale some fresh air before insensibility overtakes him.

This is your limit?!” Chanyeol’s underline provoked Baekhyun.

“Fine! Why don’t you try writing your own lyrics then?!” Baek screamed and impulsively grabbed his jacket from the couch behind him. It was strange how he wanted to say something else but said something he never intended to say.

“Where are you going now?” He asked annoyingly.

“And while you’re at that, why don’t you just go and debut on your own! Why need me when I can’t even write good lyrics that would suit your grody music!” Baekhyun’s last shout made Chanyeol’s lip purse in regret over their colloquy. Baekhyun stomped out the room; his hands and forehead were heating quicker than ever and his throat burned from the plethora of pressure and intense screaming.

The cold air caressed Baekhyun’s cheeks as soon as he left the building.

For a moment, he stopped and turned around to look back at the window whose light was on.

Resentment was filling Baekhyun’s lungs upon the thought of Chanyeol’s unpalatable words.

He clicked his tongue, indignantly averting his gaze from the window and started walking with no exact direction in his mind.

He might have wiped his tears a few times on the way but eventually, the breeze and the lamps hanging from the denim sky comforted him partially.

Baekhyun suddenly got back to his senses after plenteous pondering and realization and looked up from his feet. He had stumbled in a dimly lit alley he was unaware of.

He decided to look around to find a name of the street or at least just a name that would tell him where he was, however, before he could turn back and get out of the creepy alley, a sound of a lady crying stopped him from doing so.

“Ex–excuse me…” Baekhyun’s voice was hushful. He tried again, “Excuse me.”

The crying was unexpectedly getting closer.

Baekhyun’s delicate heart was beating rapidly. He was afraid that an entity would emerge from the caliginosity. He was at his ready position to run away the moment he felt any presence.

However, a tall, thin lady appeared in the obfuscated light. She seemed to be in her thirty’s, more or less. She looked weak and exhausted and she was crying.

Baekhyun took a wary step forward and softly asked the lady, “A-are you alright, Ma’am?”

“Help me…” The lady wailed and stretched forth her hand feebly.

“What is the problem, Ma’am? Is something wrong?” Baekhyun started to walk towards her, “How can I help you?”

As he got closer to her, the lady took a step back, out of the light and into the shadows.

Baekhyun stopped and frowned, “Excuse me, Ma’am?”

There was no response. The crying had stopped and a deadly silence surrounded Baekhyun.

He didn’t know what to do. Should he go further into nothingness and find her? Or should he turn back and leave?

Not to mention, in such a furious state, Baek forgot to take his phone with him; it must still be lying on the coffee table or the couch.

On the other hand, Baekhyun’s instinct told him to leave.

Since there was no more sound, he reasoned that it might have been his mere imagination. His mind playing silly tricks on him because of torpidity.

In the end, he turned around and decided to walk away, when all of a sudden, out from the darkness ran a shadow with a baseball bat and smacked Baekhyun’s occiput in a powerful sway.

At once, an excruciating pain and immense dizziness made Baek fall to his knees. He clenched his head tight, letting out a loud scream to release the burn and looked up at the darkening scene.

The faint light that was the only illumination in the alley showed two individuals; a woman and a man.

The lady that Baekhyun saw sobbing for help was now perfectly fine and smiling an evil smile The man beside her started to search Baekhyun’s pockets for stuff he could find useful but to no avail. In his petrified and benumbed state, Baek tried hard to push the man away from him and run. Nevertheless, his movements were fruitless. The man annoyingly smacked Baekhyun’s head again, this time even harder than before and escaped the gloomy alley with his partner, leaving a helpless Baekhyun in the solitude of oblivion.

“Chanyeol…help me.”  Ran the words in Baekhyun’s mind. He was utterly regretting saying such a thing to Chanyeol and now there was nothing he could do to stop his throbbing heart. “I’m sorry…Chanyeol.” Cold tears were all he could feel on the sticky ground. Thereupon, blackness covered Baek’s eyes and mind. He fell in the murky alley, deep into a slumber where not even Chanyeol could wake him up.

Baekhyun wakes up by the sound of a bothersome beeping that was playing in the exact same rhythm for the past 32 years. Surrounding him was darkness and inappreciable air that was keeping him alive in such a place for an undoubted long time. Natheless, he felt his heart suddenly pumping in a rapid motion and a swift, hurting stab in his chest made him shoot open his sticky eyes that were glued together by the blues and moisture and such lamentation.

It took a while for Byun Baekhyun to perceive what was happening. His mind and body were jumbled like tiny pieces of a puzzle. He was still finding his way out of the inanimateness and into the white door that would lead him to reality. His chest felt heavy as if there was something attached or lying on it. He breathed once and the sound of the monitor raised an octave.

A bright white light distorted Baekhyun’s sight. It was too argent to make his eyes burn. However, he kept blinking to ease the unwanted stress. His forehead creased inflexibly, making Baekhyun realize how inert his body might have been for the past days, or months or even years.The beeping music that confused him had now changed it’s tempo and flow.

The beeping music that confused him had now changed it’s tempo and flow.

His heart lets out a tiny ache. A pinch that reminded him scraps of elapsed memories.

Baekhyun tried to move his hands and legs. His fingers twitched but he felt something rough and wrinkly intertwined with his powerless ones. Baekhyun frowned since the touch somehow seemed familiar yet novel. He curiously moved his head to the side; still not being able to move his entire body and saw a person sleeping with his short haired head buried in his arms at Baekhyun’s frame. Baek noticed the hands that were connected with his. They appeared so old and delicate. The veins were apparently darker on the back of the palm and the skin, pendulous.

Who…who is this person…thought Baekhyun in a capricious manner when unexpectedly, the head that was dreaming of the yesterdays, gone bys and the forgotten was now waking up to a tomorrow.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened as soon as the face became patent in his blurry vision and streams of tears that were held for the longest of times fell from the corners of his eyes like an eternal ocean.

Chanyeol’s misty eyes feebly looked up at Baekhyun who couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His closest friend whose face was young and handsome whereupon a dozen girls would follow him everywhere was now a face relapsed; a wrinkly old man with a fragile body that could end up breaking if given much force. Yet, the smile that Chanyeol used to give Baekhyun as a promise and vow was unchanged. An amaranthine smile.

“Baekhyun-ah…” Chanyeol’s soft voice brought back crowded memories of them both but the tears in his eyes were endless. “You’re finally awake…” Baekhyun felt warm droplets of water fall on the back of his palm and the grip on his hand, tightening.

Baek wanted to call out to Chanyeol. He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to ask him and so much more to release from his undying mind. However, as he attempted to open his mouth and let out the melody that would make his friend jump in joy, Chanyeol’s eyes drooped low and the excited pulse that was thumping was now decreasing into a beat or two at a time. Slowly, Chanyeol’s fingers loosened around Baek’s and then all at once, his pulse ceased and so did his heart beat.

His head settled on their unclenched fingers and the final tears of Park Chanyeol livened Baekhyun’s paralyzed hands.

Baekhyun screamed Chanyeol’s name in his head. He wanted to yell at Chanyeol to wake up. To smile at him, to assure him that was still there and to narrate his entire life story since the day Baekhyun went into a state of coma. His voice was suddenly gone but the loudness in his tears and the uncontrollable beeping of the monitor was enough for the doctors to come running to the two of them.

For Park Chanyeol, it was always a hopeful tomorrow. A tomorrow where he looked forward to Byun Baekhyun waking up from his slumber and seeing him harmonize the lyrics with his music once more.

But for Baekhyun, it was an endless loop of yesterdays. A yesterday where he wished he could turn back time and bury his relentless regrets.

Neverthless, Baekhyun was stuck in the tomorrow’s, while Chanyeol ceased to exit from the yesterdays.

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