Baekhyun's POV

Over the years after Chanyeol left, I went to speech therapy and learn to talk. So now, as I walk into the campus for my last year in college, I don't feel as trapped. Looking around I see a lot of familiar faces. "Sehun!" I jog over to the tall blond. Sehun had a bubble tea and his papers in one hand, his other arm wrapped around Luhan, who also had a stack of papers in his arms.

Seeing the two of them always brings back memories from three years ago. Though I never show it, I am just a little bit jealous, though it is more of longing than anything else. I still remember being hugged like that by Chanyeol, still remember the feeling of being loved. I am happy for Sehun though, he's an amazing person that deserves to be loved. I just wish that I could have the same.

"Hey!"

I turn around. "Kyungsoo?" I give him a massive hug. "Kyungie! I missed you! How have you been?"

Kyungsoo smiles. "I've been great! It's gotten better! I'm rooming with Jongin now!" Kyungsoo has always had something for the tan younger. "Who are you rooming with? Do you know?"

I shrug. "I'm about to go and get my papers." Biding them a goodbye I head off into the main building.

As I step inside the air conditioned room I can't help but overhear a conversation.

"Did you hear that Chanyeol is back?"

"Park Chanyeol? The kid that disappeared at the end of high school? He's back?"

"That's him. They say he's gotten even more handsome."

"I wonder who he's rooming with."

"Whoever it is, they're so lucky! I'm jealous!"

I freeze. Chanyeol's back? My heart drops to my stomach. I don't know if I can face him again. What if he's in my classes? Does he still remember me? Of course he doesn't. Why would he? I step up to the desk, flashing my student ID. I get handed a couple of papers. Dragging my suitcase along, I head toward the dorms. Once I'm in I pick out the paper that has the dorm assignments on it.

Room : D267

Roommate : Park Chanyeol

I stare at the paper, blinking a couple times to make sure this wasn't a trick of the light. Nope. The paper remained the same. I sigh. Three years ago, I would have been overjoyed at the news. But that was three years ago. Times have changed. I trudge into the elevator, selecting floor D. Hello ex.

264, 265, 266, 267.

I stopped in front of my dorm. I could hear the clinking of glass that indicated someone was inside. I ditched the key, opting to knock on the door.

Chanyeol's POV

I turn down the stove at the sound of knuckles on wood. Peeping into the peephole my heart stopped. The person outside resembles my first love, who's name I can't remember, one who I foolishly ran away from because he was mute. I had refused to love after that. A little part of me held on to the fact that it really was him. But it shattered when I opened the door and a melodic voice floated by. "Um, I'm Byun Baekhyun. I'll be rooming with you for this year. Take care of me please." He shyly bowed. Baekhyun's actions reminded me so much of my first love's. So much that I almost couldn't move. My eyes clouded with tears that threatened to fall.

Baekhyun's POV

"Take care of me please." I bowed, nervous. I felt Chanyeol's gaze trained on me. He didn't say anything. He didn't remember me after all. Maybe he found someone else. I wouldn't blame him. I look up, and saw Chanyeol's dark colored eyes, the same as before, misted with tears. Even though it's been so long, even though he left me, a part of me broke seeing him like that. I stepped inside, pulling the door shut. Chanyeol leaned on the door, his eyes never leaving mine. Unexpectedly, a tear fell. I hugged him, letting him cry on me. Even after all this time, he did the exact same thing, bury his head into my hair. I still remember the times he used to mess up my hair just for the fun of it. He always did love my hair. A wave of emotions hit me and I let a tear trail down my face. Two hearts, crying for the same, but different reasons. I inhale his scent, even after three years, the same word describes it.

Home.

***

I slide into the seat across from Chanyeol. "The food looks good." I remember the first time I tasted your cooking. It was unlike anything I ever had. It's been three years. I wonder what changed. I lift the spoon, filled with broth, to my mouth blowing on it a bit to cool it. Lightly, I tip the contents of the spoon into my mouth. Your cooking still tastes the same.

Chanyeol's POV

I tried not to change too much, hoping that when the person saw me, they'd recognize me.

I watched as Baekhyun swallowed. "Does it taste fine?"

He gives me two thumbs up. "The s-, uh, good!" He seems a bit flustered. Why is it that everything he does remind me of my first love? I don't talk for the remainder of the meal, too lost in my thoughts.

Baekhyun's POV

What was I thinking? Why did I almost say 'the same'? I probably would have creeped him out, seeing that he clearly doesn't remember me.

Chanyeol is silent for the rest of dinner. Is he suspicious?

Night soon falls. I walk into my room, closing the door behind me. I pull out a book. Reading has always been something I enjoyed, in the past it was just the only thing I could do normally - you don't need to talk while reading. Of course, reading aloud is a different situation, but I digress.

I hear a knock on the door. "Come in! It's open!" The door opens to reveal Chanyeol, dressed in sleepwear. He looks like he's about to talk, then stops short. He shakes his head, then comes over to sit beside me on my bed. I ignore his weird behavior.

Chanyeol's POV

I open the door to Baekhyun's room. The whole reason I came was to get to know him better. I thought I could ask him some questions. But I stop at the sight of Baekhyun, hunched over a book. It seems strangely familiar.

... and come back to see Baekhyun sitting at the edge of my bed, reading a book.
(One : Two)

I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. I walk over and sit down next to Baekhyun. He closes his book. "What's up?"

"I wanted to get to know you better."

"What do you want to know?"

"I don't know, maybe, well, what were you like in, say, high school?"

Baekhyun stares at me. In his gaze I can see shock, reluctance, disbelief, self scolding, and sadness.

"I- I rather not say, it's something personal." He looks down, seemingly defeated.

"Well, then I'll tell you about my high school years. It was nothing special really. Halfway through my senior year I fell in love, and then did something stupid. I ran away. I want to find the person to apologize. You know, you actually remind me a lot of him. I keep having flashbacks. You probably have no idea what I'm talking about, but, it feels good to get it off my chest."

Baekhyun's POV

"You probably have no idea what I'm talking about." But I do. I understand better than anybody. How weird is it that the person you're talking about is sitting right next to you, yet you make it sound like he's on the other side of the planet? You remember everything the two of you did, yet you don't recognize the person when they're right in front of you. It nice to hear that you regret leaving me, I often spent endless nights awake thinking about you. Wondering how you were doing and if you missed me. I sigh. "Do you still love them?" I almost said 'me'. I have to be more careful.

"Yes. I do. Is it wrong to still be in love after three years?"

"It depends." Normally I would ask why he ran away, but this time, I know all too well why.

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on if you think you've hurt them enough for them to hate you." You haven't Yeol. Not yet.

Chanyeol sighs. "I don't know, I just don't know anymore."

***

I wake up the next morning stiff. Ugh, I left the window open. I close the window, then go to wash up. I take my time, seeing that classes don't start until next week. Walking into the kitchen, I smell oil. Breakfast. I sit on the couch massaging my sore waist. My mind flits back to the first day Chanyeol and I talked. Well, I didn't exactly talk... you get the idea.

[Chanyeol] puts a gentle index finger to my throat and strokes downward his finger barely touching my neck. I'm surprised at the action but lean forward, it's surprisingly soothing. (One : One)

He always gave the best massages. Actually, he was good at calming me down in general. Me on the other hand, I'm not good at this sort of stuff. We're complete polar opposites.

Chanyeol's POV

I walk into the living room to find Baekhyun rubbing his waist. "What's wrong?" I ask.

He groans. "I left the window open last night."

I laugh. "So, should I think of you as an airhead?"

He shoots me a glare. "Aish, just help me."

I blink. "How did you know I was good at massages?" Baekhyun looks at me with wide eyes.

Baekhyun's POV

Busted. "I need the help anyways. What's the worst you could do?" Phew. I'm glad that I'm a smooth talker.

Chanyeol takes the seat next to me, rubbing circles into my waist. I instantly relax. I'm about to doze off when Chanyeol speaks. "So, I still don't know a lot about you. Care to enlighten me?"

I sigh, choosing my words carefully. "I always loved music. It's been my dream to become a singer. When I was younger, people always told me I had a terrible voice, so I never sang. When I finally got over the fear of being judged, I started taking lessons. My voice coach was surprised that I never sang before. She said I had a good voice. I stopped trying to meet other people's standards after that."

"Sing for me."

"What?"

"Sing for me. I want to hear you voice."

"Um..."

"I won't judge, I promise."

"Fine."

I grab my phone and turn on the backtrack for 'Creep'. Ironically, the lyrics fit my situation very well.

When you were here before.
Couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel.
Your skin makes me cry.

You float like a feather,
In a beautiful world.
Your so [freaking] special,
I wish I was special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the [heck] am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.

Chanyeol looks at me, dumbfound. "Was it bad?" I ask nervously.

Chanyeol shakes his head. "No, it was amazing!" Somehow that sounded so familiar.

"That was amazing Baek, absolutely amazing." (One : Three)

I sigh. He said that about our first kiss, didn't he? I need to stop holding on to the past. Face it, he forgot you. You need to move on. But somehow, I can't. I can't move on, not yet.