What's Behind The Scenes [FAYEYOKO FANFICTION]

Chapter 12

Faye Malisorn's POV

The cool night air hits us as we make our way to P'wan's car. The alcohol I've consumed starts to make me feel dizzy, and I lean heavily on Yoko, who supports my weight steadily.

P'wan opens the back door, and Yoko helps me get inside, gently guiding me onto the seat. She tucks away a stray strand of hair from my face, her touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary.

I'm too disoriented to say much, but the feeling of Yoko's hand on my skin ignites a spark inside me, even in my inebriated state.

P'wan gets into the driver's seat, starting the car. The engine hums to life, and through the window, I watch as the club and the city lights pass by in a blur.

I try to keep my eyes open, but the effect of the alcohol and the motion of the car make it a struggle. I can feel the world spinning around me, and the only thing grounding me is the solid presence of Yoko beside me.

Yoko's voice reaches me through the haze, a soothing murmur.

"Just rest, we're almost home" she says quietly, her hand still holding mine.

I'm only vaguely aware of the car stopping, of Yoko helping me out of the backseat, of being half-carried into my house. All my senses feel muddled, and I'm running on instinct more than anything else.

I hear Yoko's voice, firm and determined. "I've got this," she tells P'wan. "You should go back. I'll take care of her."

P'wan hesitates, her worry clear in her eyes.

"Are you sure?" she asks, glancing at me and my clearly disoriented state.

Yoko nods, "I'm sure. I appreciate your help, but I can handle it from here."

P'wan still looks unsure, but she eventually relents. She gives a reluctant nod. "Alright, but call me if you need anything."

"I will," Yoko replies, her voice steady. P'wan gives me one last lingering look before walking back to her car.

The sound of the car door closing and the engine starting reaches my ears, but it feels almost distant, as if I'm hearing it through a haze.

All my focus is on Yoko, her presence anchoring me in the midst of the tumultuous sea of alcohol and emotion.

Yoko leads me to my bedroom, her hand gentle on my arm. She helps me lie down on the bed, pulling the covers over me.

The cool sheets feel nice against my skin, and I let out a small sigh.

Yoko leaves the room for a few minutes. When she returns, she's holding a damp washcloth. She sits down next to me, gently placing the cool cloth on my forehead.

I can barely keep my eyes open, but I force them open, watching Yoko as she takes care of me. It's surreal, seeing her like this, tender and gentle.

She's focused, her touch light as she dabs the cloth over my face, wiping away the sweat and smudged makeup. Her gaze is fixed on me, a mixture of concern and something else I can't quite pinpoint.

Despite my fuzzy mind, I'm momentarily shocked when Yoko gently hits my arm and scolds me.

"Don't make me worry like that again. What were you thinking, drinking so much?" Her voice is laced with irritation, a hint of a pout in her tone.

The guilt and embarrassment flood me, mixing with the fog of alcohol and exhaustion.

As I look at Yoko, all the conflicting emotions I've been trying to suppress come to the surface. The alcohol has weakened my defenses, and I feel my eyes starting to water.