Chanyeol is a samaritan hotline operator. Meanwhile, Baekhyun calls in whenever he can. Foreword(“What do you even mean, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol huffs, blowing a tuft of hair out of his face, “the Seoul sky is so polluted, you can’t even see the stars.”“That’s true, but that’s why we have stars on Earth as well, right?”)   /// so a long time ago, back in september 2013, a girl named rissa decided to pour out her shoujo manga feels into a baekyeol fic. until may 2015, it still isnt done. so she decided to post it part by part instead of letting it rot in her word docs forever. love prevails, the end.on a more serious note though: to the readers who are still interested in my works, thank you! i wrote this a year and a half ago though, so the writing is kind of unpolished and perhaps also childish. i am actually posting it so i will finally find the motivation (& pressure) to finish this work of mine -- which i do love very much, i must say. this seems to be a very pertinent characteristic of mine, proscrastinating until time starts to weigh down on me, ahaha. i really do love it a lot to not have given up on it, so please do support! its not a very long fic, so hopefully it is an easy read.(side note: have completely forgotten how to use aff, please do bear with the minimal graphics on the foreword, tq)