There was always this figure that Chanyeol was chasing in his dreams.

He was small, and had round almond eyes. His laughter was Chanyeol's drug and his tears were Chanyeol's downfall.

It didn't matter whether or not he was speaking vulgar words or whining like a child, Chanyeol knew that he loved him. He loved the boy who seemed to light up the world with every step he took, his words seemingly from angels themselves.

It was a miracle that he was born, and everyone who had been graced with his presence thought the same.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for someone he cared about, and his thoughts were always about doing what was right.

Chanyeol knew that all of his imperfections were perfections, and that all of his mistakes were on purpose.

He didn't care what everyone said about him, because he was perfect.

No, he wasn't talking about Baekgyu, and no, he wasn't talking about a beautiful stranger.

He was talking about Byun Baekhyun.

The right person.