[/leaves a note taped to your door on a moment of impulse]
Baekhyun, I’ve been gone so often that sometimes I can hardly remember what you sound like or look like. These days all I can hear is the heavy thud of club music. It’s not home, nor what I want. I’m so sorry for being gone, and even more, I’m sorry for worrying you. There’s nothing that I want more than to be able to say this to your face, but we both know that probably won’t happen.
I did have a purpose in writing this, just so you know. It’s more of an apology. If I disappear again, I’d have so many things to tell you. I’d have so many regrets and with that on my mind, this couldn’t go unwritten. To put it simply, I’m quite smitten with you. No, maybe more than that. I adore you. I like you. I don’t know how I’m expecting you to respond, but… I can only hope that you feel the same.
I’m sorry to spring this on you and… I hope that this doesn’t keep you from stopping by soon. I miss you so much. I’m sorry.
After a long night of work, Baekhyun trudged through the hallway of his apartment building, lugging his guitar over his shoulder as he staggered sleepily towards his door. In his sleepy state, he walked too far, and straight into the door to his apartment. He stumbled back, rubbing his forehead, and his gaze landed on a note that had been taped to the door. He pulled the note off and stepped inside, lowering his guitar to the floor and closing the door with his back. His eyes flicker back and forth as he takes in each word, brows knitted together in curiosity and concern. Why had Chanyeol left him a letter? Where had he been?
His expression fell once he reached the second paragraph. What was this all of a sudden? Was it even sudden? Was he just too stupid to notice? He bit his lip, and lowered his head. He had to talk to him in person. He had to see him. No text or voice message would suffice this time. He pulled the door open and hurried out, locking the door and rushing to his friend's home.
