Efsane Floodlar

Efsane Floodlar



Baekhyun had been able to see people's death age since young age. Not anymore. But he can still sense it. Craving for a normal life, he falls in love. But there is a past looming. A past he doesnt remember. A past he sacrificed willing. And it's back. He just doesn't know it yet.

Let's call this... 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 Genre- Supernatural, Impossible Love, Forgotten past, God of Death Main paring- #Chanbaek Side pairing- #Sekai Definitely has 1. Angst 2. Smut 3. Fluff 4. Diverting love story 5. Other things too

If Baekhyun had to define life in one word, he’d say the word was ‘memories’. No other word truly captured the meaning of life because as you pass it by, all you are left with at the end are the memories of what was.

Memories of the people you met, the risks you took, the people you loved, the dreams you failed at, the dreams you succeeded at, all are what made you what you are today. But Baekhyun’s life was a little different. He had no memories of what he had lived so far.

Everything was a bleak canvas like it was still waiting to be painted on. Like someone was yet to add colors to it. Baekhyun remembered it in bits and pieces and he was not even sure if they connected.

Some memories were as lucid as him feeling the warmth of sun on his skin during summer while some memories were more like the dream you wake up from and can’t remember any of it. All he remembered was that everything in his life had been temporary.

Life never interested Baekhyun much. He always felt like he was living it for someone else, perhaps for his parents. Some days, Baekhyun let go of these thoughts, while on the other days, he tried to make sense of his world. Today, was one of the latter ones.

As Baekhyun sat in his office, looking out into the world which had just begun to come alive, he couldn’t help but wonder how his life would have been if not for the one unfortunate incident in the past.

Would he still be sitting here, reading reports about the numerous complaints the customers have left about the main chef in his cafe or would he be out there, perhaps exploring the world with nothing holding him back?

He turned away from the busy streets and the chaos of the city which was openly visible from his office on the 31st floor. Baekhyun had more important work to tend to. Just as he was about to pick the file back up, the door of his office flung open.

“Baekhyun” his secretary, Kai’s voice reached him. “We have a problem” There was no need to tell him twice. Baekhyun got up and pulled his blazer from the chair before heading out with Kai.

Normally, Kai was efficient at handling things on his own and Baekhyun rarely had to deal with daily issues so if he was asking for help, Baekhyun knew it was something serious.

They took the elevator to the ground floor where the commotion was at its peak while Kai briefed him about the situation. The ground floor hosted the hotel’s official cafe and Baekhyun just knew it was something related to the head chef.

As the elevator doors parted, Baekhyun heard distinct voices. Both walked their way to the cafe which was on the other side of the lobby. When they reached, they heard heavy words being thrown in the air by a lady who seemed to be in her mid 40s.

By the way she was dressed, she seemed to be from a wealthy family and Baekhyun wondered what the chef had done this time to offend a customer. “Excuse me ma’am” Kai interrupted and all eyes fell on him.

Kai bowed and pointed at Baekhyun. “This is Mr. Byun Baekhyun, the owner of the hotel” The lady, fuming suddenly looked a little overwhelmed by his presence. Baekhyun smiled. “How can I help you ma’am?”

She cleared her throat. “You chef here” she began, raising a finger at him, “has no manners” Baekhyun turned to look at his chef, Jongdae and raised an eyebrow at him. In response, all Jongdae did was shrug.

“Ma’am” Baekhyun said, smiling at the woman, “Did he say something disrespectful?” The woman became a little tensed. “Well no but…” “Did he offend you by saying something he shouldn’t have?” “Not but he…”

“Please forgive me” Baekhyun interrupted her again, “Was something wrong with the dish he made?” At this, the woman crossed her arms in front of her. Good, she was being defensive. Baekhyun looked at Jongdae. “Please apologize to the lady” he said, as calm as possible.

Jongdae scoffed and Baekhyun gave him a very stern look. “I won’t ask twice” “Fine” Jongdae said, anger rising through his veins as he went closer to the woman. “I am sorry” Baekhyun saw the lady was about to say something else when he butted in.

“Get back inside” Baekhyun said to his chef and Jongdae practically stomped his was back. After he was gone, Baekhyun brought his smile back. “I apologize for the inconvenience caused ma’am. If you follow my secretary, he will take you to the lobby where you can collect spa-

-coupons for you and your friends” His words seemed to appease the woman to a certain extent and she happily went with Kai. Baekhyun retreated himself into the kitchen to talk to Jongdae and found that he had stepped out through the back door.

As Baekhyun went out, he saw the chef sitting on one of the plastic fruit crates, smoking. “Those will kill you one day” Jongdae took a long drag in, longer than he usually did and looked at Baekhyun. “Not if you kill me first”

They started at each other for a while and suddenly broke into a laughter as Jongdae offered Baekhyun a drag which he curtly refused. “You need to control your anger” Baekhyun said after a while. Jongdae sighed. “How long have you known me Baek?” “Seven years” Baekhyun let out

“And have you ever seen me getting worked up over something stupid?” Baekhyun was aware of how Jongdae functioned. He was righteous and honest, a bit of an asshole when it came to his temper but it never found a wrong release.

Baekhyun had met him in the first year at Uni and he remembered how much he hated Jongdae for a good amount of the first few months. He was brash and rude. Only when they had become partners in the second half of the first year, did Baekhyun find out that Jongdae was actually a-

-scholarship student and had been bullied all his life. If he wasn’t rude and brash to others, they would stop at nothing to make his life hell. At least this way, they stayed away from him.

“But you can’t go around throwing a tantrum every time you find someone who disagrees with you” “Disagrees with me?” Jongdae was getting worked up again. He hated being treated unfairly and Baekhyun knew he was starting to feel angry again.

“Do you think this is something as small as a little disagreement?” “Jongdae calm down” “No I won’t calm down” he said, standing up and throwing the cigarette butt recklessly on the concrete. “You can go ahead and fire me if you like”

Baekhyun closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. “I am not going to fire you Jongdae” “Well why not? You’ve already asked me to apologize to that horrible woman.” Baekhyun didn’t even know where this argument was going anymore.

“The apology has nothing to do with your temper” Baekhyun realized his voice had risen too and he felt Jongdae’s glare at him. “Do you even know what that woman did?” Baekhyun nodded. “Kai told me what happened” “Did you know that she slapped one of my boys?”

Baekhyun looked at him in surprise. “She did what now?” “After Kai left to fetch you, she slapped Seth because I asked him to take the dish back to her. She had been insisting on bigger portion and we complied twice. But even the third time she sent the dish back saying the-

-quantity was low for the price she was paying. I asked Seth to take it back to her and tell her the chef won’t entertain it anymore and that’s when she slapped him. That is why I had to step in” Baekhyun let every word sink in. Seth was one of the oldest waiters in the café.

“Let’s go” Baekhyun said, rushing back in and before Jongdae could ask any more questions, he was already heading towards the lobby. Luckily, they found Kai and the woman still by the reception as she filled the forms out.

“Have you given her the coupons yet?” Baekhyun asked Kai and he looked at him worriedly. “Not yet” he began. “Once she’s done filling the forms we’ll…” “There’s no need for that” Baekhyun interrupted and the woman turned towards him in surprise.

“What do you mean there’s no need?” “I mean you won’t be getting the coupons anymore” The woman let out a nasty laugh and Baekhyun had never seen anything as ugly as that. “Listen, I am the victim here and the least you can do is compensate me for what I had to go through”

All Baekhyun could do was smile. “Don’t worry ma’am” Baekhyun said, “Our lawyers will get in touch with you to discuss how you were mistreated” “Law… lawyers?” she asked, flustered and taken back.

“Why of course” Baekhyun began, “You hit one of our staff and I can’t just let an assault go unnoticed. Now he may be poor to take action against you, ma’am, but I am not.” Only when Baekhyun had spoken the words, did he realize how cold they were.

The woman seemed lost for words. “I… how… how dare you talk to a customer like that?” she began but her words now fell on deaf ears. “Will you leave on your own or should I have the security escort you out?” Baekhyun asked, looking straight at her.

The woman clenched her jaw and was about to take the form she was filling with her when Kai snatched it from her hand. “We need this to know where to send the legal documents” he said and Baekhyun saw Jongdae smile from the corner of his eyes.

The woman cussed under her breath and quickly rushed out. Baekhyun turned around and found Jongdae still smiling at him. “Get back to work” he yelled and all Jongdae did was wink before he walked away.

Shaking his head, Baekhyun turned back around, only to find Kai smiling too. “What now?” Baekhyun asked, a little embarrassed. “Nothing.” Kai said, “I am just very proud”


How long had Baekhyun known Kai? Probably all his life. Baekhyun did not remember him from his childhood but he had flashes of Kai’s presence ever since he was a kid, ever since his parents died. Kai was a couple of years older to Baekhyun. By probably 6 or 7 years.

Baekhyun was not sure, age was a bitter topic for Kai. He always said that it reminded him that he was one year closer to death. Death. This was a bitter topic for Baekhyun.

Baekhyun had lost his parents when he was 10. Inherited their chain of hotels when he was eighteen. Actually took up the official position at his father's hotels after his Uni at 23.

The inbetween years of his life, since 10 till 23, it was Kai who actually ran the company, as specifically mentioned in Baekhyun’s father’s will. He never quite knew what Kai’s story was, but Baekhyun was always intrigued. All he got when he asked him how Kai came about to-

-work for his father at the age of sixteen, was ‘Your father saved my life Baekhyun, I am forever indebted to him’. Baekhyun never quite knew what this meant and Kai never told Baekhyun anything further.

The only thing that has remained constant in Baekhyun’s life were Kai’s lack of answers and his overbearing presence. And it really was overbearing sometimes. Like now when Baekhyun was packing his bags because he had a flight to New York and Kai was in his room, helping him.

“You really need to get married Kai. You’re what? 33 years old now?” Hearing Baekhyun mention his age earned him a raised eyebrow and a dejected look. “What has age got to do with marriage?” he asked.

“Everything” Baekhyun screeched. “Go get married and have kids and get a life. All you do is either stay at work or stay with me at home.” “I am happy where I am” Baekhyun just looked at him blankly. How was he supposed to argue with happiness?

“Are you sure you don’t want us to sue the woman who hit Seth?” Kai asked as he stuffed Baekhyun’s suitcase with nothing but casual wear, like Baekhyun was not supposed to even think of work while he was on this trip.

Baekhyun shook his head and walked over to the futon to pick up the formal shirts he was planning to pack. “There’s no need to” “Why?” Kai asked and snatched the shirt from Baekhyun and threw it back on the futon. “She’s not going to live much longer”

Kai froze and looked at Baekhyun. A deafening silence pierced through the air as he was trying to see if Baekhyun’s eyes moved from Kai’s face to his wrist. “Can… can you still see it?” he asked, which Baekhyun presumed required a lot of courage.

“No” Baekhyun said immediately. “I can’t see it anymore” “Then how did you know?” Baekhyun took a deep breath. “I just have a feeling. Like I can feel the morbidity of death when it lurks around people.”

“How long have you been able to do that?” Kai’s voice was shaken and inconsistent. Like he was afraid Baekhyun might say something that he wasn’t supposed to. “Since college.” Baekhyun said out loud. /Since I stopped seeing the age people will die at/, Baekhyun said to himself.

He felt Kai’s hesitation vibrating through the entire room. This was a forbidden topic. They never talked about what happened in college. Kai had always been aware that since Baekhyun’s parents died in the accident that was supposed to kill him too, Baekhyun had been able to see

people’s lifespan on their wrists. But they never actually had a conversation about it, like ignoring it would make it go away. And one day it did. “I’ve always meant to ask you…” he began, “Why did you stop seeing it when you were in college?” he said, pointing to his wrist.

Baekhyun shrugged. “I don’t know.” And Baekhyun really did not know. “I don’t remember what happened but one day, I just couldn’t see it anymore” It wasn’t the truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. Baekhyun just didn’t remember that one year of his first year in graduation much.

He had memories of parts of it, but others parts were completely blanked out. Parts like why he couldn’t see people’s life span on their wrists anymore. “But you can still sense it?” Kai asked.

“Not always” Baekhyun said, trying to sound as normal as he could. “I can only sense it when someone is very close to death” Kai nodded and quietly went back to finish packing. They stayed there in silence for a long time. “When is your flight?” Kai asked after a while.

“12.30” Baekhyun replied. Kai still seemed tensed, but he tried to change the topic completely. “Have fun while you’re there and don’t you dare call me every half hour asking about work” Baekhyun scowled.

He didn’t even want to go for a weeklong trip that he was practically forced into. If he had it his way, he’d just go to work and be at peace. “You can’t blame me for checking up” Baekhyun said. “I’d rather be here, on Jongdae’s ass” Kai gave out a light laugh.

“You’re over worked… just go and have fun. Find a guy, date him, elope” “All of that in one week?” Baekhyun asked, raising his eyebrows and Kai fumed. “You’re 27 Baek, I think it’s time for you to find someone in life and get married”

“What has age got to do with marriage?” Baekhyun asked laughing, as he threw Kai’s question back at him, earning a very deadly glare in return. And there it was. They went back to the routine conversation like the one they’d had before, didn’t even happen.


New York was… well New York. In all its chaotic madness and ever growing urge to exist, it was probably the saddest and the happiest place to be. The streets crawled with people who had no time to stop, even for a second.

And the more chaotic it got, the more peaceful it made Baekhyun feel. He loved the busy streets and the overwhelming feeling of being in the now like no other time existed. Baekhyun loved how there was never actually a quiet time here. Everything was running, all the time.

He had seven days to spend here. And although Baekhyun had been to Manhattan a couple of times before, he never stayed more than the length of his business meetings. He had never truly experienced the city in its raw form. Seven days. What could Baekhyun possibly do?


Six day. Baekhyun had already spent six days here and he did not think there was anything in Manhattan that he hadn’t seen now. From the Empire State Building to the Time Square, Baekhyun had travelled to each place where a tourist would go.

And the more time Baekhyun spent there the more in love he fell. He had seen at least two Broadway Shows; well Baekhyun was only planning on watching one but Hamilton was so good, he had to come back to experience something else.

That’s how Baekhyun ended up watching To Kill a Mocking Bird and he was mesmerized by Jeff Daniel’s portrayal of Atticus Finch. Baekhyun had seen the sunrise from the Hudson Waterfront, he had tried at least 6 combinations of pizza slices from Joey’s Pepperoni Pizza, he had-

-toured the city on a helicopter, he had seen the city skyline like the day wouldn’t end, he had toured from Manhattan to Brooklyn just because he could and he had wandered the streets like he had always been living there all his life.

Although Baekhyun had done a lot in the past six days, there was one thing he had reserved till the end. Visiting the Museum of Modern Arts. Keeping the best for the last, Baekhyun reached Museum of Modern Arts a couple of hours before closing.

The moment he stepped in, he was engulfed with memories of his graduation year when he had pursued this lost passion of his for three years before he started Uni to prepare himself for the real world.

As Baekhyun walked in, witnessing the miracle of colors on canvases, the only thing he could remember was how it had been years since Baekhyun had last picked up a paintbrush. Sometimes Baekhyun wondered if he regretted leaving that part of him behind but the truth was, he had-

-come to love what he did as much as he loved making colors dance against white backdrops of a blank board. It was a decision he’d made and in all honestly, even though Baekhyun missed those carefree days when he used to sit around for hours, waiting for inspiration to hit him,-

-he did not regret taking over his dad’s business. Walking over from one piece of art to another, Baekhyun spent a good amount of two hours, stopping and staring at every other marvel, admiring it and sinking the beauty of what it said to him.

He walked around for a few more minutes before a piece of art caught his attention. As Baekhyun walked closer, he felt like it was speaking to him in languages unknown. It felt like it was talking to him in past, present and future, all wrapped up in one moment.

The work was simple, to be honest but Baekhyun had never seen anything more complicated than that. The more he stared at the figure, the more he felt like the colors were bleeding from the canvas and that he was the only one who could see it.

The piece was named ‘Lost’ and everything Baekhyun saw, made him feel like it was meant for his eyes only, for he had never seen something quite like it. Splashed across the canvas, were fragments of colors, in uneven shapes and sizes, resting behind the outline of what looked-

-like a shattered mirror with nothing but a chunk of white enclosed within. Like something was missing. Baekhyun had no idea how long he had been staring at the work because he felt like time did not exist anymore.

He felt like it was his job to find the missing part, to figure out what colors were hidden beneath the blank space. What had shattered the mirror and how could Baekhyun mend it, even if the cracks remained?

Baekhyun wanted to find out the ways to make this piece whole and only then did he realize why he felt so attached to it. In a way, every broken piece reminded Baekhyun of his own life. Every crack reminded him of how he’d tried to fix his own broken self, so, so many times and-

-the shattered mirror, with the void sitting at the center, it reminded Baekhyun of everything he had forgotten. The memories that Baekhyun knew he had lost, were everything to him, but he didn’t know what they were.

And for some reason, the missing space made him feel like there was a hole in his heart that could never be filled. He was still lost in his own world when he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Excuse me?” Baekhyun heard a gentle voice.

He turned around to see a very tall man with broad shoulders standing there. He had a huge built, well huge when compared to Baekhyun’s own but nowhere did he look like those hideous muscular guys who spent way too much time at the gym. If anything, he looked… perfect.

“I am sorry I called out a few times but you were too engrossed…” the perfect looking stranger said. “It’s not a problem” Baekhyun cut in. “Can I help you with something?” The man smiled. “Actually the museum is about to close in a few minutes so… I just thought-

-I should let you know” “Oh” Baekhyun began. “Oh, okay…” Was Baekhyun still in trance? Because for some reason he couldn’t remember what alphabets came together to form words. “Umm sorry I just… it's just… this work spoke to me so I lost all track of time”

Baekhyun wasn’t even sure why he was apologizing to this stranger when it wasn’t even his fault. “It did?” the stranger suddenly asked, raising an eyebrow, like he did not believe in those words. Baekhyun was a little taken aback. “Can I ask what it spoke to you?”

“Why?” Baekhyun asked. He saw the man shrugging, as he pulled his lips in a thin line. Baekhyun's eyes suddenly fell on the way his left cheek produced a tiny dent. He wondered why this stranger was even talking to him.

This was New York. People did not talk to people they didn’t know. Everyone minded their own business while this man was trying to strike up a conversation. “Didn’t you just say the museum was about to be closed?” Baekhyun asked.

The man smiled again. What was with him and his damning smiles? “For you” he said lightly. “What does that even mean?” Baekhyun wondered if this man was the security or something. He looked at the tall fellow from head to toe.

He wore a loose white shirt, brown cotton pants and… slip-ons? Who wore slippers to a museum? His hair was all messy and even though he was tall and extremely good looking with that tiny depression on the surface of his cheek, he did not look like anything but a tourist.

And the way he spoke made Baekhyun realize that they shared the same nationality. “Are you judging me by my appearance right now?” he suddenly asked and Baekhyun blinked at him. Had he been staring at the stranger far longer than he should have?

“Maybe” Baekhyun said. He was really bad at lying. “What does your assessment say?” the stranger asked in a very confident voice, like whatever Baekhyun had thought, was definitely wrong. He was being cocky. Baekhyun did not like cocky people.

“My assessment says that you can stay here as long as you want; I am off” Baekhyun turned around and started walking away. “Wait” he heard the stranger say and Baekhyun did not even know why he turned around.

Raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips, Baekhyun waited for him to speak. He was still smiling. Why was he still smiling? “You still haven’t told me your interpretation of the art”

“And I still won’t” Baekhyun said and turned back once more, strengthening his resolve to exit the establishment. “What if I buy you a drink?” “Not even then” Baekhyun replied as he kept walking, not sparing him another glance. “What if I buy you dinner?”

As Baekhyun kept treading ahead, he realized they were the only two people on the floor. Everyone else had already gone and as they spoke, their voices echoed through the vastness of the room. “Still not going to happen” Baekhyun replied.

When there was no response this time, Baekhyun kept walking away while a tiny part of him wanted to turn around, but he did not. “What if I give you this piece of art?” Baekhyun froze. As his echoed voice reached his ears, Baekhyun wondered if he had heard right.

Did the stranger just say that he would give Baekhyun the painting? Like it was candy one bought from a general store? Slowly, Baekhyun faced him. “What did you say?” he asked, a little surprised by his words and his own actions.

There it was, the same smile, plastered on the guy’s face as he walked towards Baekhyun. “I said I’d give you the painting” “You… what?” “You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked, cocking his head a little and raising his eyebrow again.

“I did but… but you can’t just give me the painting. It doesn’t belong to you” He did not say anything but Baekhyun did not expect what happened next. Grabbing Baekhyun by his hand, he tall guy dragged him behind until he was taken back to where the artwork was placed.

“I can” he said, pointing to the lower corner of the canvas. Baekhyun leaned in and saw the name ‘Chanyeol’ written on it and it confused him. What did that even mean? Was it the name of a fruit?

His expressions were probably too obvious to the stranger because the man pulled what looked like a catalogue of art from the futon nearby and shoved it on Baekhyun’s face. “Turn to the last page” he said.

Baekhyun sighed but complied. Perhaps the only way to get rid of him was to listen to his request. As asked, Baekhyun flipped the pages and reached the last one.

The left side of the page contained the photo of the pieces of art on Baekhyun’s left and the page on the right was what knocked him off his senses. He stared form the catalogue to the man standing in front of him and the back at the catalogue.

Printed on the last page, was the stranger’s photo. “Your… your name’s Chanyeol?” Baekhyun finally asked when he thought he had regained the ability of his speech. "This is your work?" he pointed at the painting on the left.

All the guy did was shrug and grabbed Baekhyun wrist again before dragging him out of the museum. “How ‘bout we go out for that drink and you can tell me all about what you thought of my painting?” Chanyeol asked as they rushed out with Baekhyun being too shocked to respond.

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