Fan Service [Yunho]

10

I fell asleep before Yunho got back, and woke up before the sun had even come up. The room was still dark, the air cool against my skin, and I stretched feeling grateful that my sore muscles could stretch.

Turning my head, I saw Yunho, as promised, asleep on the couch. His tall frame was curled into a tight ball, trying to make himself fit in the too-small space. He had one arm wrapped loosely around a half-empty bag of chips that I could only assume had been his dinner. His tousled hair fell over his forehead making him look even cuter than normal.

I smiled warmly at him, but was pulled out of that image by the faintest footsteps approaching the door which made me freeze. My heart quickened as I realized there was a chance my parents might have guessed that I'd gone to the hospital. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing whoever it was to pass by without entering.

But then the door swung open, and I snapped my eyes open to see Dmitri. His familiar presence was a relief, but the sudden intrusion startled me. He glanced over at me, a look of apologetic concern in his eyes when he realized how panicked I'd been. "Sorry," he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.

He eased into a desk chair beside Yunho with a soft sigh as he sipped a steaming cup of tea. The warmth from the cup filled the space between us, a small comfort in the cool air of the room.

"Glad to see you awake," he smiled, the edges of his eyes crinkling with kindness. "Yunho and I were worried about you."

I smiled back, the edges of my lips pulling up despite the exhaustion that still clung to me. Dmitri had that kind of face—round and full, with a warmth that reminded me of Santa at the mall. His presence radiated comfort and kindness, making it hard not to feel at ease.

"Did you stay here all night?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, careful not to wake Yunho. I couldn't for the life of me remember what he'd been wearing yesterday to tell if he had stayed.

"No," Dmitri replied, shaking his head. "Yunho sent me back to the hotel to sleep. I just got back not too long ago."

I nodded, feeling a quiet sense of relief that he hadn't been crammed into one of the uncomfortable chairs or, worse, asleep on the cold tile floor. He deserved far better than that. "Thanks for helping save me," I murmured, my voice low and shaky. I wasn't sure if I could say it enough.

Dmitri blinked, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he glanced down at his hands. "I'm just glad we got there in time," he murmured, his voice thick, tinged with the emotion he barely kept at bay.

Before he could say anything else, Yunho awoke with a loud yawn and a boyish smile that lit up his face. His eyes sparkled, and the warmth in his gaze seemed to thaw some of the cold I had felt. He sat up with his hair tousled from the way he'd slept, and he stood with more energy than I would've expected, considering he'd slept on a hospital couch.

"Good morning," he smiled, his eyes twinkling. I wondered if he looked at everyone like that or just me... "Are you feeling better?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed. "I'm ready to walk the runway."

He shook his head in faux disappointment, his expression full of teasing amusement. "The lengths you'll go to just to avoid having to be the one to wake up Mingi are quite extreme, Charlie."

I rolled my eyes and pulled the sensor off my finger. "I'm ready to go when you are."

"Whoa!" Yunho held his hands up as if begging me to stop trying to get out of bed.

"You need the doctor to check on you first," he fretted.

"Yunho," I groaned. "It's just a few bruises. I'm fine."