hearts at odds | baekyeon

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Taeyeon lays on the bed, exhaustion weighing on her bones, Being this occupied with work and being pregnant simultaneously should be illegal. She can finally stretch her body and legs on the bed. Damn, her entire body is aching.

Despite her weariness, she reaches out for her phone. She received texts from everyone – her mom and Baekhyun's mom checking up on her, her girl friends, and work related stuff. Everyone but Byun Baekhyun.

She hesitates, her thumb hovering above the chat with him. Eventually, she caves in and decides to text him.

stop troubling daeun unnie
but please give her what you promised

oh you found out
i'm getting updates from you personally?

no

why should i stop then?

why do you care?

She hit send before she could even second-guess. It is too late to take the words back. Deep down, it is clear he will not reply to that question. What is the answer she even expects from him? Her one and only heartbreaker.

True enough, the screen remains stubbornly blank. Because in Baekhyun's mind is: What am I suppose to say? I love you and care for you? I do. But not through text. What if I receive a rejection through text?

Although his friends have always tell him they both evidently have already fallen for each other, he is not believing any of it unless it comes out from Taeyeon's very own mouth.

The wife tosses her phone aside with a frustrated grunt, hoping the device can rot for all she cares.

Starting from the airport to the video call, and continuing through the trip, just how many things is he doing yet she is not aware of?

Why is he doing this? Why did he do it behind my back? Why can't ask me himself?

Kim Taeyeon hates him for making her go through this much confusion with her feelings. The stress of it threatens to overwhelm her, a sickening nausea churning in the pit of her stomach.

She stumbles out of bed, barely making it to the bathroom before retching into the toilet. Tears blur her vision, mingling with the bitter taste in her mouth. Her pale knuckles holding for dear life onto the porcelain rim.

I miss him.

More often than not, with whatever strings god has pulled, Baekhyun somehow is always by her side when the nauseousness kicks in.

Bringing her hair to the back, stroking her back, waiting with her until she feels better, preparing water and food – these are things he does for her after her battle with the annoying morning sickness.

Contrasting that to the state she is in now – all alone in the freezing hotel room, seating on the cold, hard marble tiles with tears that cannot be suppressed.

She summons the last vestiges of her strength, pushing herself up to stand before the sink. Staring at her reflection in the mirror of the dimly lit bathroom, she psyches herself, reminding herself that it is stupid to cry over a man.

Finally, with a breath of defeat, she retreats to the sanctuary of the bed. As she settles in, her eyes fall upon the jacket that lays on the edge of the bed, a silent reminder of the absence in the room.

A pang of longing pierces her heart as she reaches out to touch the garment. Facing her feelings honestly, it washes over her like a tidal wave – she misses him, misses his presence, misses his big and warm hugs.