Fan Service [Yunho]

3

The room Dmitri led me to was bigger than the entire loft that I lived in. The furniture was mostly ballet pink and velvet with gold accents everywhere...even the doorknob. It was the most luxurious place I'd ever seen.

"I-I don't know if I can stay here," I fretted as Dmitri fiddled around in the bathroom to collect Yunho's things.

"You can," he urged me to stay. "There's a brand new toothbrush by the sink that the hotel always provides, toothpaste too. I'll leave Yunho's shampoo and conditioner and body wash for you. He can borrow Hongjoong's."

"I can just use the hotel's," I suggested, not wanting to put Yunho out any more than necessary.

"It's okay," Dmitri smiled softly. "I don't feel like carrying it anyway," he laughed, trying to make me feel more comfortable...like this was all for his benefit rather than mine. "There's also bandages on the counter for you. They were all he had but if you need more, just ask."

"Thank you," I told him. They were all being too nice to me. I didn't deserve it.

"The guys have an off day tomorrow so feel free to sleep in as late as you'd like, okay?"

I nodded, wondering what that would be like. I hadn't slept in in forever.

"Is there anything you need right now?" Dmitri asked.

"Just a phone charger," I told him, and he immediately pointed to Yunho's nightstand. I turned and saw where he already had it plugged in and got my phone hooked up. "Anything else?"

I shook my head. "Thank you, Dmitri. For the shoes. And for whatever you told them..."

"No problem," he smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow," he whispered with a wink before closing the door and leaving me alone in Yunho's room...his huge room with a bed, desk, chest, and sitting area by the window. It was too much.

I felt overwhelmed by the space and went immediately to the bathroom where I closed the door and took a deep breath. At least it was smaller in here. I stripped out of my clothes to assess the damage from earlier, wincing as the fabric drug across open wounds. My clothes were gross. Not only was there blood inside, but my parents only permitted me one laundry day a month. I rewore things often even if something spilled me.

My hair was a tangled mess and I looked disfigured from how swollen I was. I should've felt embarrassed that I'd met anyone, let alone celebrities, in this shape, but I didn't.

This was just how things were.

I took a washcloth and began to dab at places on my skin that looked worse than others. Eventually, I gave up and just drew a bath. A shower might've hurt worse with the water pressure on my cuts, but a bath would be okay.

When I sat in though, the water dirtied quickly from my hair and feet, and I had to restart it a few times until the water was clear enough for me to soak in.