Promises {Taeyong}

Chapter Two

Taeyong stares down at me strangely as I lay in an incoherent pile on the floor, looking like I had just horribly lost in a game of twister. He begins to chuckle as he extends his arm towards me, offering help to get me back on my feet. "I am an independant woman! I can get up myself." I say with a degree of assertion as I flick his hand away and use the wall as a support to drag myself to my feet.

However, as soon as I found myself standing on my own two feet, I felt as though I was hit by a wave of nausea and my feet buckled under my own weight. "You sure you can manage on your own?" He asks.

"I'm fine." Was what I had liked to reply with but instead I just threw up directly all over my brand new shirt. The arrogant smirk that usually sits upon Taeyong's face was replaced by a face of concern and worry. He knelt beside me and helped me sit up by supporting my back.

"Come on, let's get you to a hospital." Taeyong says as he grabs my arm and slings it round my neck. I mentally cringed from how close we were but felt to tired and nauseous to do anything to fight him off.

"Hospital? Really? I'm just sick, I need some rest." I tried to insist but Taeyong was hearing none of it as he helped me down to the lobby after changing into some clean clothes. He helped me into his car and I didn't take notice of the type of car he had but it was expensive by the looks of it.

It was only as I fastened my seatbelt that I realised I was technically in a car with a complete stranger. "You know, I shouldn't really be getting into cars with strangers." I mumble, curling up into a ball and clutching my stomach with both hands.

Taeyong started the engine and began driving, "I don't think you're really in a position to be arguing about it."

"But you could be like....an axe murderer." My eyes glance over the gorgeous nighttime scenery of Santorini. Even though I was missing home so badly, I couldn't deny that the breathtaking sights that Santorini has to offer gave me a small sense of peace.

Taeyong laughs and massages his forehead gently, I could see that he was tired and even if he is some creep I met of the aeroplane, I was still grateful that he was willing to drive me to the hospital. "Yeah? Well, don't throw up in my car, or else you'll be my next victim."

My body freezes as I hug my legs to my body even tighter. Taeyong breaks out into a laugh which makes me ease up slightly. He places his hand on my knee and gently rubs his thumb in soothing circular motions. Strangely, his motions made me calm and I found myself relaxing into the leather seats.

A couple minutes later we arrived at the hospital, Taeyong let me lean on him as I stumbled through the entrance and through to the reception. "You can go back to the hotel now, I'll be fine." I smile weakly as I fall into a chair.

"Nu-uh, you can barely stand. I'll stay with you." Taeyong smiles back with warmth as he heads to the reception desk to sort out an appointment. I pull out my phone and realise I am still yet to reply to my friend, Park Hayun.

Hayun: text me when you get there!!!

Hayun: Korea is already so empty without you TT_TT

Hayun: Are you off the plane yet?

Hayun: Reply to meeeee!

Hayun: Song Jihyo if you don't reply to me right now, I will personally fly to Santorini and kick your ass!

Me: Calm down Hayun! I'm safe and sound in Santorini and missing you too. Look, I don't have the time to talk right now because I'm at the hospital but I'll talk soon.

I chuckle menacingly, knowing it would kill Hayon not knowing what's going on but also kinda feeling bad for leaving her in the dark. Taeyong returns with the form in his hand. "What's that laugh for? I'm the murderer around here." He laughs, clicking the pen and beginning to scribble down the details as I tell them to him.