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𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝟗
구원자 Savior
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Taeyeon flickers her eyes open. Rubbing them a few times before she utterly adjusts to the poorly lit sight.
These past two nights lying and sleeping on the cold, rough surface was restless. She frequently wakes up in the middle of the night and can't sleep for fear of getting killed before the morning arrives.
The bright sun ray from the slight awning window hint to her that it's already past dawn. She sits herself up straight, trying to be quiet. She knows, at any minute, the person they called Il-sung would come in and bring her breakfast.
A few minutes passed, and just like what she predicted, a figure steps in with bread and milk in his left hand: the same drink, the same meal.
But she notices that it is Baekhyun instead.
He walks in with a hood over his head and closes the door behind him. As he scrunches down, he hands over the breakfast and stays close next to her.
Taeyeon gulps in worry. It is not usual for them to stay after giving her meals. Regardless, she rips down the plastic wrap and munches the custard bread in silence.
'I can't even eat in peace,' Her inner self complains.
Shortly, she sees him bring his head down in the position of strained attention with an uneasy sigh, almost a groan. He looks bothered, might she adds.
Baekhyun's gaze shifts to the closed door. He needs to be quick before they arrive.
Swiftly, Baekhyun cups her mouth and holds her in between his arms, making Taeyeon struggle as her position changes. The leftover bread in her right hand immediately falls as her head lays on his shoulder.
She stares at him in bewilderment, almost screaming. What is he going to do?
"Stay quiet," He warns in almost an inaudible voice over her shoulder.
Shortly, Baekhyun pulls out a penknife from his back pocket. For a few seconds, he hesitates before he mildly scrapes her arm.
Taeyeon flinches at the sharp pain that blazes through her skin and lets out a wince beneath his palm. Tears run down her cheeks out of fear and panic. Her face turns pale when she sees blood starts frothing down her fair skin.
"Baekhyun, he's here. Come down," Il-sung knocks and informs from outside.
"I will," Baekhyun replies, hands still not letting Taeyeon go.
After confirming the complete absence of sound from outside, indicating that Il-sung has left, Baekhyun slowly removes his palm.
"Wipe your tears," He frowns as he firmly whispers, "Do not clean your blood."
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Taeyeon looks down at her scratched arm that is still bleeding.
Was that his way to pay her back?
She clutches her wrist with another hand, trying to relieve the pain through it.
