Happy Birthday, Chanyeol (1/1)

This fic based on a song by Mocca entitled “I Remember”. It’s one of my favorite songs because it’s so damn sweet and fluffy and everything.So, here it is. Hope you enjoy~  November 26, 2014            It was drizzling that evening, the pitter patter of the rain upon the roof echoed in that house. A boy sat next to the window in his room, enjoying the droplets of rain hitting the glass surface—racing to be the first reaching the bottom of the window. It was chilly, that’s why he had himself wrapped in a duvet, sitting on his chair with his knees pressed upon his chest. A cup of hot chocolate sat on the window sill with its hot vapor puffed out onto the air.            Chanyeol was his name, a 21 year old boy who will soon turned to 22 in a matter of hours. No, you didn’t hear it wrong. Chanyeol is indeed a boy. Even though he’s considered as an adult by his age and he has a 185 cm of height, his mentality is what a 12 year old boy had. He’s childish, bubbly, a prankster, a whiner, and he loved anything that considered as cute stuffs. Despite his towering height, Chanyeol possessed an extremely babyish face. His doe eyes would look like a puppy’s when he asked for something, or when he got confused, or when he’s sad, even when he’s annoyed. Those plump lips would never get tired to form a very wide grin when Chanyeol got excited and would form the most adorable pout when he’s not amused. Those slightly chubby cheeks that made everyone got the urge to pinch them also emphasized his youthful look.However, he would always make people’s jaw dropped to the ground when they heard his voice. Frankly saying, his voice was absolutely the opposite of his face. While his face screamed “cuteness overload!!!” his voice boomed with “monstrous masculinity”. His teacher even once thought that he smoked due to his extremely deep voice. Tomorrow would be his birthday and it would be his fourth birthday without the presence of someone that he loved dearly, someone he looked up to, someone he would run to if he had problems, someone named Wu Yifan. *Chanyeol’s POV*Hyung it’s raining again. Why it’s always raining the day before my birthday? Other people would always say ‘Of course it’ll be raining. It’s November, what do you expect?’.But then, when I asked you about it, you’d answer ‘It’s raining because the God need some preparation to make a very beautiful rainbow as your birthday gift. A rainbow won’t appear if it’s not raining, so the God had to prepare everything beforehand for you’ll only see the rainbow in your birthday.’ Silly hyung. And after I grew older, I realized that you’re my rainbow. You’d make sure that my Birthday would be the best day in my life. I rememberthe way you glanced at me, yes I remember Sometimes I thought that you had the same feeling like I had. How you would give your undivided attention to me, how you would ditched everything behind when I called you and I said I needed you, how you would ask for my permission if you had to go somewhere, how you would gush over me when I was sick or sad, how you would coo at me every time I sulked, and how you would always be the place where I could lean on when I got into troubles.I remembered when this new kid named Baekhyun moved to our school in the middle of the semester. He was in my class and the teacher made him sat next to me. He’s such a friendly guy that I couldn’t help but to get close after the first seconds we introduced ourselves.It was break time and I rushed to our usual table with Baekhyun in tow. I was really excited and couldn’t wait to introduce him to you, Baekhyun was excited as well since he wanted to know the senior that I always talked about. When we got there, you had already seated with two trays of food in front of you. Yeah, you’d always get my lunch first so that I didn’t need to queue. After Baekhyun got his food, the three of us ate together and I noticed that you were a little bit too quiet that day.I was so surprised when Baekhyun said that you might harbor a certain feeling toward me. When I brushed him off, he said that he’s sure because he saw the way you looked at our interaction during the lunch. And after that confrontation, I couldn’t help but being extremely aware every single time you stole a glance at me. I didn’t want to be over confident by saying that I saw love in your eyes, but the shine in your eyes was different when you talked to other people. And I like it. No, I love it. I rememberwhen we caught a shooting star, yes I remember             I remember that time when we joined our—or rather yours—first summer camp. I was supposed to stay with you since my parents had to attend their friend’s wedding anniversary in Jeju-do. Since you have to join the summer camp and you didn’t want to leave me alone in your house—which I thought unreasonable since your parents were home—you took me along with you. It was so much fun, your friends kept on teasing us, saying that we looked like a newlywed couple in their honeymoon and complaining that they might get an early diabetes if we kept on being all sweet to each other.            I remembered that we got quite awkward later that day, thanks to the endless teasing from your friends. We avoided each other and would run away every time we were happened to be in the same place. We kept on avoiding each other until it came to our sleeping time. I remembered sneaking out since I couldn’t sleep without hugging or holding into something. It would’ve been either Mr. Snuggles or you that I’d be holding the entire night to sleep. But then, thanks to your friends’ teasing, I found myself to be awkward around you.            I was sitting outside of our tent, hugging my knees, and hoping that the sleepiness would come and take me to the dreamland. I was thinking about random things when I felt someone sat down next to me. Without I need to turn my head, I knew that it was you.            “Can’t sleep?” you asked me and I nodded my head. “Wae? Missing Mr. Snuggles already?” you teased me and I gave you a punch on your left arm. We laughed for a while, all awkwardness were gone with that simple action. “You can hug me, you know. Just like at home. I won’t mind.” You said after a while. I could feel my cheeks heated up. I heard you chuckled and I felt you wrapped your arm around me. I leaned onto your shoulder, enjoying the warmth radiated from your body. We sat in silence, enjoying the quiet night and the dark sky littered with thousands of diamonds, teasingly blinked to us from afar.            Exactly when I was about to drift into the dreamland, my eyes caught sight of a shooting star. I asked you whether you saw it or not and to my surprise, you saw it as well. I guess it was because of my unstoppable blabbering about why we should make a wish if we saw a shooting star that you agreed to make one with me. As silly as it sound, I was very happy to share a wish with you. I remember all the things that we shared and the promise we made just you and I             You know hyung, old people always say that bad habit never dies. Well, I guess they’re right. My habit of always forgetting things never dies. When you were here, you’d always remind me to bring this and that and you’d also nag me if I happened to forget them. In this past three years, I got some troubles without you by my side. I missed how you would share your mittens with me since I always forget to bring them, how you would share your umbrella since I was too lazy to bring mine, how you would share your pocket money since I left them on my desk, and one that I love the most is when you would share your extra-long scarf with me every time we went out in the winter days since I purposely left them behind—I love your scarf okay.            Now, nobody would remind me to bring this and that, let alone share their stuff with me. Well, Baekhyun did remind me all the times, but when I forget to bring my stuffs, he would never share his. “This will teach you to never forget things, Giraffe” He’d say. Teach me my ass, what kind of friend let their friend suffer?            I remember that one rare moment when both of us forgot to return the money change after we did the grocery shopping for your mother. We were so lucky that day because we got a fairly big discount for the groceries and thus we get some money change. It was so hot though, that I really wanted to get something cool to eat. We passed by a café and there, next to the window, were some girls eating patbingsu happily, as if mocking the sun that they had something to overcome the scorching heat. Lost to the temptation of the frozen sweet treat, both of us entered the café and ordered two servings of patbingsu. None of us realized that we used the money change from the grocery shopping to pay for the patbingsu and happily ate the cold treat.However, on our way home, you suddenly remembered about the money change and in an instant both of us froze. Panic creeping up our bones and I could feel the tears that prickled the corner of my eyes.“Yeollie, don’t tell Mama that we got discount and we use the money to buy patbingsu, okay?” and I found myself to agree with you.But then, I myself broke the promise—it was partly you Mama’s fault okay—when your Mama wanted to give us her handmade ice cream.“But we’ve had patbingsu before, I dun wanna my brain to freeze.” I said truthfully and a moment later slapped my hands to cover my mouth. Thankfully your Mama wasn’t upset. I remember all the laughter we shared all the wishes we made upon the roof at dawn My friends were wondering how I could hang out with a cold, stoic people like you when I myself was the epitome of loud. I remembered that I had gotten angry at that since you had never appeared to be like what they just said. We laughed at even the smallest of things. Just like when we tried to decorate the Christmas tree in my home and I found myself to be tangled in the mass of Christmas lamp, or when we tried to bake cake for your parents’ wedding anniversary but ended with flour-and-batter war, or when we played a prank on the amusement park mascot.Yes I admit that you wouldn’t laughed as loud as I do, but still, you weren’t some cold and stoic people like they claimed you to be. You made me laugh, and in turn you’d laugh at my laughing face—I used to get angry since I thought you were mocking me or some sort, but seeing your happy face really worth it.Hyung, I remember the night—morning actually—that we spent on your roof when I slept over your house. I woke up since I need to take a leak when I realized you weren’t sleeping next to me. It was still 4 am and I couldn’t help but wondering what were you doing at that wee hour of morning. After I emptied my bladder I started to search around the house for you but you were nowhere to be found. I almost cried thinking that you were kidnapped and just a second away from knocking on your parent’s room when I saw the ladder to the attic stretched down to the floor. Fighting the fear I had for the dark attic, I pushed myself to climb up.“H-hyung~…Yifannie hyung~…” My voice trembled since I was terrified of the creatures that might jump on me from the dark corners of the attic.“Hyuuuung~…” at some point I started to sob—It was scary okay!And before I ended up bawling, you appeared—like a warrior in a shining armor—from the opened windowsill. “Yeollie?” You questioned and hurried inside the attic and started counting one to ten with me to calm me down.Since I refused to go down, you took me to the roof. We sat against each other with me pressed on your right side and you had your hand circled around my shoulder to keep me warm. There we started to talk about what we want to be in the future while waiting for the sun to rise and grace us with its warmth.“I wanna be a doctor when I grow up.” I remember you say.Then when the first streak of sunshine appear on the horizon, we both screamed our dreams—be a doctor for you and a musician for me—and ended up with some scolding from your parents since we had disturbed their sleep, as well as your next door neighbors. Do you remember when we were dancing in the rain in that DecemberAnd I remember when my father thought you were a burglar It was an absolutely rare day when both of us forgot to bring our umbrella and much to our luck, it rained so hard by the time we finish school. We waited for almost an hour for the rain to stop and proceeded to go home. However, it seemed like the sky hasn’t finished its water work and only rested for a while to take a breathing since after ten minutes of our walk it started raining again and we found nowhere to go to keep us dry.I forgot who started it but I do remember the two of us running through the rain in a game of tag. I was really happy since it was my first time playing in the rain. But then, you stated that my lips had turned blue and dragged me home. And as expected, due to the cold air of December combined with the rain and low immunity, I instantly caught a high fever.I have no idea what time it was, but I was awakened by some soft knocks on my window. When I opened my heavy eyes, I saw you outside with a concerned expression on your face. I knew that you asked me to open the window but I was too weak to even lift my own head. It seemed like you understand my state of helplessness and I have no idea how you did it but you managed to unlock the window. But, when you tried to get inside my room, whatever you use as your leverage to reach my room in the second floor collapsed, causing quite a ruckus outside. Fortunately you’ve had half of your body inside and fall with a thud on the hard floor of my room.Just when you nursed your hurting elbow, my dad broke through the door, a rifle in his hands and my mom was behind him with a baseball bat in her hands. In reflex, you put your hands up, a horrified expression on your face. And I fell into a coughing fit from too much laughing in my weak condition. My mom rushed to my side and helped me to sit up so that I could drink to calm down my nerves while rubbing circles on my back. My dad heaved a sigh and lowered the rifle.“I thought you were a burglar, Yifan.” My dad said softly. I couldn’t help but to chuckle softly, trying to control my laughter so that I wouldn’t get into another coughing fit. You managed to look embarrassed, scratching the back of your head and grinning apologetically. After tucking me back to my bed and make sure I stayed warm, my parents left us, not bothering to ask you to leave or move to the guest room since I’ve got futon and extra blanket in my room. And that night, you stayed by my side, keeping me safe and warm. I rememberThe way you read your books yes I rememberThe way you tied your shoes yes I remember “Don’t fold the edge of the page, Yeollie!” You’d always scold me whenever I borrowed your book—any books actually.I like the way you’d always took care of your collection of books. Keeping them from dust and make sure all the pages were as crisp as the first time you bought or borrowed them. You always had page marker, not only to keep track of where you’d left your reading, but also to avoid the page-folding just like I always did. You always handled your book with so much care, opened them in some precise angle so that no pages would fall off or got detached from excess stretching.When you were in the mood of reading, you’d go to your favorite couch, stretched your leg on the table in front of the couch, slid a little bit lower, and stretch out your hands. Then you would reach your reading glasses from the small wooden table next to the couch and started reading. If I was to put in the picture, then I would lie on the same couch with my head resting on your thigh and in every five minutes you’d remind me how reading in that position is dangerous for my eyes but made no move to actually push me away since I wouldn’t listen to any of it—you learned it the hard way.Basketball was also your favorite things other than books, and I do remember that you were once the captain of our school’s basketball team—a popular one, if I may add.I remember when you called me in every each of the nights before you had your match. I swear if your fans knew that the fearless, confident, and cool captain of the basketball team was actually a nervous wreck before the game, they’d leave you one by one. Each of that night, you’d call me and talked about anything which eventually lead to how nervous and how afraid you were if you failed your team.“You can do it hyung! I believe in you.” I’d always say, and in an instant you’d calm down.We also had our own basketball game—just the two of us. And you’d nag me nonstop every time I fell because I stepped on my own shoe lace. It’s okay though, some nagging wouldn’t hurt since you’d end up tying my shoe laces with the same way you tied yours. It looked so pretty but really firm that they wouldn’t get easily undone without a certain way. And after that we would continue our game. The cake you love the most yes I rememberThe way you drank your coffee I remember Hyung, remember the small café we usually visit after school? The owner finally decided to move it to a bigger place since the number of the customer had increased in the past year—thanks to some new gorgeous waiters that he hired. It’s quite far from our school now, but no problem additional five minutes to walk wouldn’t hurt. He still makes your favorite cinnamon rolls and I dare to say the taste hasn’t changed ever since—not as sweet as their strawberry cheesecake.Minseok hyung worked as the barista and he made the best caramel frappe I’ve ever taste. I don’t know how he’d make your coffee though, but I think he would make the best cappuccino for you.I hope I could visit the café with you, reminiscing our old days and just talk mindlessly, enjoying each other company. *Third Person POV* November 27, 2014Morning came, the rays of sun gracing the slumbering figure right on his face. He curled further under his blanket and hiding his face from the intruding light, trying to get some more sleep. But when he was just a second away from drifting to sleep, his bedroom door bust open, revealing his parents and his older sister singing the birthday song loudly. A grin crept its way to his face and he excitedly sat up, causing the blanket to fall around his lap.After another round of singing and blowing off the candle, Chanyeol found himself inside the bathroom, getting ready for the day with the most radiant smile on his face. Finished with his shower, he rushed to get dressed and ran downstairs, only to stop dead in the kitchen entrance.There, sitting next to his father, was the man that he had missed dearly. The man that had gone abroad to study so that he could make his dream come true. The man that he looked up to. The man that hold his heart. He had changed, his hair grew longer, not to mention blond. Those eyes seemed sharper, but still held the warmth that Chanyeol remembered. His features got sharper, no more baby fat in which made him look strikingly handsome. And even from his sitting position, Chanyeol knew that he also grow taller, taller that Chanyeol—Chanyeol was confident that he had outgrown his hyung after his growth spurt kicked in.And suddenly, those eyes caught his and in a split second, the same smile that made Chanyeol heart went wild appeared, making Yifan looked even more charming.“Happy Birthday Chanyeol. I’m home.” and the way you smile at me yes I remember........ And that's it. Hope it didnt dissapoint you.Comments and critics are absolutely welcomed. Sincerely, Hana