Substitute Soulmate

The Singles' Hemisphere

¤¤¤¤¤

The last Sehun had expected was to be left with a knocked out Team Leader...again. She had buried her face into his shoulder and then passed out. If that wasn't one way to end the night, Sehun wouldn't have known what to do in order to bid his farewell. He'd only followed her out curiously, hoping to get a few words out of her. Didn't look like that was meant to happen.

With her weight pinning him he was unable to head back inside for help. No one was around either, not even a stranger on the street. He only did what he could. He called a cab and waited for the vehicle. Once the bright headlights shone his way he pulled Namjoo up, hefted her weight against his body and pulled the back door open. Once in, the driver asked, "Where to?"

That was the problem. Where to? He had no idea where Namjoo lived. Wasn't this dejavu all over again. Giving his address he hoped that Namjoo hadn't left anything behind because he wasn't keen on going back to pick up after her nor did he want rumors that he was having an affair with the Team Leader.

She was totally out of it he realized when they arrived at his place. She barely budged when the car came to a skidding halt. Never in his life had he been glued in this kind of situation, having to look after a woman because she drank too much. What had his night come to?

Sliding out of the car he leaned back in for her. Sehun struggled at first because her bag kept slipping away. Slinging it over his shoulder at last he finally managed to link his arms under her then with one heave, carried her out of the cab. Kicking the door close he sucked in a breath and hurried into the building.

Bringing her back to his place was uncalled for, but he was out of ideas. Once more he laid her down on his bed, pulled her heels off, and tucked her in. He'd learned that his couch wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep but tonight he'd have to deal with it...again.

As Namjoo lay there motionlessly, he observed her. What kind of woman, he wondered, hooked him up with her friend only to kiss him again? Kim Namjoo was one peculiar lady. They barely knew each other but she had kissed him twice.

¤¤¤¤¤

"Come on," Chanyeol led her up to the center of a cloudy room. Dense fog surrounded them. They were alone but there was live music coming from somewhere. Her favorite rendition of 'I Choose to Love You' was playing. All the love she harbored from him floated to the surface when he shifted to face her and his hands encircled her waist, pulling her close. He was warm and so real.

"Last dance," he promised with a smirk, "then I'll let you go home."

He was in his suave black tux and she was in her silver white wedding gown. Green vines wrapped up the four pillars surrounding the pure white dance floor. Chanyeol's heart beat against his broad chest as she leaned her head against his shoulder to keep him close. She never wanted this to end.

They were in a lovely place that belonged to just the two of them. It was a moment she wanted to keep reliving forever and ever into the beyond. The touch of his hand reminded her how alive he was, how he belonged to her into the eternity. That his love was all hers alone.

The soft of his lips touched the crown of her head. The palm of his hand rested on her back and she heard him whisper, "I love you."

Her eyes opened to the beige ceiling. She first felt her heart beat and her hand tried to clutch onto Yeol who may be lying beside her. She only felt fabric. Even so, a kind of strange serenity washed over her. Still calm, she looked around before sitting up.

She wasn't home. Yeol wasn't with her here.

A part of her heart sank but her eyes traveled to the small crack in the doorway. Just like that she knew where she was.