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“I don’t want to go to tomorrow.”
“Oh, Baekhyunnie.”
“I… I don’t want to go to sleep and go to tomorrow. I want to stay in today. I want to stay with you today.”
“You have to sleep. You’ll be okay, Baekhyun. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
“Kyungsoo,” and the tears are there suddenly, threatening to spill, “I don’t want to go. I haven’t left yet but I already want to go home.”
“You’re home.”
“But I have to go, and-”
“And you’ll come back. And I’ll be right here, waiting for you. And you’ll be okay.”
“I don’t know.”
“I know.” Kyungsoo takes his hands, squeezes. There’s a steadiness in his eyes that make Baekhyun think that he is sure, so sure that tomorrow is livable and so sure that they will be okay. “I promise you. It’s hard, but you’ll come home and you’ll tell me tomorrow wasn’t so bad. Haven’t you done it before?”
“Yes.”
“Yes. That’s right. So why do you think you can’t do it now?”
Baekhyun’s expression crumbles. That question hits something deep within him, and it’s something he can’t find the words to. But Kyungsoo, he’s so sure. “It’s too hard.”
“Not too hard,” Kyungsoo says softly. “Just hard.”
“Just hard,” Baekhyun repeats.
“I believe in you.”
And maybe Baekhyun can't believe in the same way. And maybe he can't believe that Kyungsoo really believes in him either. But Kyungsoo says it again and Baekhyun tries his best to be just as sure as him, to believe that he can make it past tomorrow and be okay.
I'll be right here.
"Okay."