Chanyeol:
The door swings open as my fist hits it. And there he is. Baekhyun. Still in his clothes from yesterday.
"Took you long enough!" He gives me his most radiant smile and a small giggle. "Come in! What are you doing just standing out here?!"
"Here's your coffee." I hold out a cup for him and he takes it and takes big gulps from the styrofoam cup.
"Ah, just what the doctor ordered." He smiles and turns on his heel. "Let me change my clothes and we can get out of here."
"So… we're not staying here?" I ask, my eyebrows coming together in confusion.
"No! No, definitely not. I had some of the worst dreams I've ever had last night and… I just want to get out of this apartment for a while. I'm just… too hung over to drive myself. We'll go to your place and work on some music." He says cheerfully, and then under his breath, "I could use a distraction…"
I have no idea what's going on. 'Bad dreams? Does he remember anything from last night?' I wonder to myself. It doesn't bode well for me that he has nightmares after showing affection to me.
I wish so badly that I could peer into that beautiful mind of his. But I can't. And I am TERRIFIED to ask whats going on.
And why am I waiting to show him the song? What do I really have to lose? He'll never guess that the song is about him. I really need to name it, I can't very well keep calling it "Baekhyun's Song." It's here and now that I've finally made up my mind to present it to him.
While he showers and changes, I pull my guitar from its case and, ever so quietly, whisper the lyrics. Looking for its name. I'm convinced if I sing it enough times, the name will come to me.
Unbeknownst to me, Baekhyun emerges from his room right as I'm singing "doo doo do doooo," instead of any of the words in the song.
"You play beautifully!" He exclaims, making me jump. And I send up a silent thank you for having him come out neither a moment too soon or too late.
"Thank you," I blush, hoping he doesn't notice. I pull my guitar strap over my head and place the instrument gently into its case. Closing it up and getting on my feet.
"Are you ready to get on the road?" I turn to face him and ask.
"You have no idea…" he says so quietly, I don't think he means for me to hear.
"Yeah, let's go." He says more loudly. Downing his last bit of coffee, he trashes the cup and grabs his keys and messenger bag from the counter where I sat them last night.
I stand up, facing away from him, torn. I can't help ruminating. Finally, I've made up my mind, walking to the front door of the apartment… I pull the trigger, "Good, because I have a song to show you. I'm calling it 'The flame'."
