The Verse of Us

09' [on rainy days]

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Taeyeon wakes up groggily, her back aching from sleeping in a sitting position.

As she shifts, she feels a warm sensation against her back. Her hand reaches around and touches the soft fabric of a cardigan.

Memories flood her mind, and she remembers it was Baekhyun's cardigan.

"When did he leave.." she mumbles to herself.

Despite the discomfort in her back, Taeyeon feels a surge of warmth as she thinks about Baekhyun's gesture.

"He hasn't changed," she whispers, the nostalgia of their shared moments washing over her.

The warmth from the cardigan seems to envelop her, chasing away the chill of the morning air.

Taeyeon closes her eyes, relishing the familiar scent lingering on the fabric. It's a mixture of his cologne and the faint smell of laundry detergent, a comforting combination that instantly puts her at ease.

She knows she shouldn't dwell on the past, but in this moment, surrounded by the warmth of his cardigan, it's hard not to reminisce.

With a contented sigh, she adjusts her position, the ache in her back fading into the background.

As she moves to get out of the chair, her gaze falls upon the table nearby, where an unexpected sight catches her attention—a wallet, nondescript and brown, lying conspicuously amidst the scattered papers and keys.

Frowning slightly, Taeyeon approaches the table, her curiosity piqued. She recognizes the wallet instantly.

"Ah, seriously. He's so careless."

B before she can dwell on it further, her phone buzzes, interrupting her thoughts.

Picking up her phone, Taeyeon sees Baekhyun's name flashing on the screen.

His voice crackles through the line, rough and hoarse. "Hey, Taeyeon," he rasps, his words punctuated by the sound of his labored breathing. "Sorry to bother you so early, but is my wallet there? I forgot where I put it."

Concern creeps into Taeyeon's voice as she listens to Baekhyun's voice. "Oh yes, it's here," she replies, genuine worry coloring her tone. "But are you okay though? Why your voice sounds different?"

Baekhyun lets out a weak chuckle. "Yeah, I caught a cold last night. Nothing much."

Even through the veil of illness that clouds his voice, he tries to make her relax.

"Can I get my wallet later? I don't feel like getting up now."

Taeyeon hesitates for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She knows she should respect their boundaries, but she can't shake off the nagging worry gnawing at her.

Plus, the recording session for their upcoming project looms ahead, and she can't help but fret over Baekhyun's well-being.

"How about," she interjects, her voice firm with determination, "You give me your address, and I'll drop it off for you?"

There's a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by a soft sigh. "You really don't have to do that, Taeyeon," Baekhyun protests weakly, his voice tinged with reluctance.

But Taeyeon is resolute. "Consider it as me repaying you for coming last night," she insists, her tone gentle yet firm. "Besides, your license and identity card are in here, how can you go to the hospitals without them."

Reluctantly, Baekhyun relents, "Alright, I'll text you my address."

After the call ends, Taeyeon moves with purpose, slipping into a comfortable outfit and grabbing Baekhyun's wallet and cardigan from the table.