Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow.    My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.    He gives his harness bells a shake   To ask if there is some mistake.   The only other sound’s the sweep   Of easy wind and downy flake.    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   But I have promises to keep,   And miles to go before I sleep,   And miles to go before I sleep. Stopping By Woods- Robert Frost Fame creeeps into Byun Baekhyuns bones, making him forget about his promises towards the one he loves.  ForewordHello ^^ This is a oneshot I wrote for my english essay. It was supposed to be based on the poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost but I got caught up in writing about Miracles in December. I wanted to write a Jongdae fic (as hes my bias) but Baekhyun is waiting on the yellow lines pleading with his big eyes, small face. Here you go, a baekhyun for yaaaaa!!!  So yeah, please give me feedback so I know my flaws. o(^o^)o