It took me a while to say something, I've never been the most articulate.
My first words to him, his first response, they seemed to have so little meaning in the moment I said them, but now; I wouldn't trade them for anything.
A week after I met him, Baekhyun came into the art room after school, where I always was.
I remember my painting clearly, a galaxy with constellations and stars.
He walked up beside me, smiling.
His voice was sweet and high and effortless.
"I like it. What's it called, space boy?"
I blushed a little at his words, looking down at the white stained tiles of the large room.
"Uh.. I don't really have a name for it.."
I scratched the back of my neck, and he looked straight into my eyes.
"Sometimes the best things are those that remain nameless."
His response puzzled me a little, but before I had a chance to ask him he kept on talking.
"Although, identity is important. But I feel some things are better spoken for without names, or definitions."
I nodded along with him, my brown hair falling into my eyes.
"Speaking of names, space boy, what's yours?"
I smiled down at him, quietly responding.
"Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol."
He smiled back, and I could've sworn he was more beautiful than ever piece of art in that room.
"I like it, Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol, my space boy."
From that day forward I was exactly that. His space boy.
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Space Boy | Baekyeol
Fanfiction'From: Baekhyun To: Space Boy' Chanyeol likes space, but the prettiest stars he's ever seen are the ones that twinkle in Baekhyun's eyes.
