Big Brother | Kyungsoo

Abandoned

In the morning, I woke up to an unfamiliar set of arms wrapped around me. Confused, I turned around, and found myself face to face with a sleeping Baekhyun. He was pale, with an open mouth, and bedhead that was in so many directions that even a mathematician couldn't begin to calculate it. I gently pulled myself out of his grasp, coughing a little bit, and checked my phone. It was only 4:13am, and I had so many notifications.

27 missed calls
54 messages
14 voicemails

It dawned on me that Kyungsoo must have been worried sick.

I took a sticky note out of Baekhyun's drawer, scribbling down,
"Sorry, but I had to go before Kyungsoo worried himself to death. I hope you feel better, and I'll see you soon! Love you! Message me when you see this!<3".
I put the note on his desk, and zoomed out of his house.

The air outside smelt strongly of dew, and the freshness of the world was refreshing. If I wasn't in such a rush to get home, I would  I have stopped to admire the feeling.

Using the soft light of the sunrise, I found my way back home. I checked to see if the door was locked, but it opened. I was about to make my way to Kyungsoo's room when I looked over and saw him sprawled over the couch. He had his phone next to his ear as if he was waiting for a call. A pang of guilt hit me, as I noticed that his shoes were still on. He had probably waited for my call to come and pick me up, but never received one.

Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion from the walk, I sat down in a chair and pulled it next to him. Coughing lightly, and trying to be as quiet as possible as to not wake him, I leaned against the back of the chair, and felt my eyelids getting heavy.

I woke up from the motion of Kyungsoo laying me in my bed. I looked up at him, and he avoided eye contact. He sat me down, then left without a word. Still sleepy, I didn't have time to ponder what had happened before I was already unconscious.

I woke up again at dark. Somehow, I had slept all day long without even waking up once. I got out of bed, and made my way to the kitchen, noticing that Kyungsoo was nowhere to be seen. I grabbed a banana, and ate it as I walked around the house, looking for my phantom of a brother. I knocked on his door, and got no response. I opened it, and he wasn't there either. By this point, I had searched everywhere. A little shaken, I called his phone. After a few rings, the call was rejected. I held my breath, and called again. I had begun feeling so nauseated that I threw what was left of my banana away. Trying to calm myself, I called as I curled into a ball on the couch he had been sprawled over that morning. He didn't pick up. After my next five were rejected, as well, I gave up and called someone else.

"Y/n? Where have you been all day? I messaged you, but you didn't answer. Is everything okay?" Baekhyun asked through the phone. I let out the air I had been holding in as I heard his comforting voice, but then sucked it back in as I remembered the situation.
"Well, I slept all day, but Kyungsoo isn't here for some reason and won't pick up his phone and I'm kind of freaking out because what if he's hurt or something happened or what if he got kidnapped or-"
"Babe, its okay, your grown brother did not get kidnapped, I promise. He probably went out with a friend or something.." he said, sighing deeply at my panicked state. Before I could continue babbling, he offered to come over. Of course, I said yes. I couldn't handle this alone, or I'd end up calling the SWAT team to go and save a man who probably wasn't even hurt.

Baekhyun came over, and he stayed with me as I ate my worries away. I was halfway through a bag of chips, when I suddenly felt sick again. I rushed to the bathroom and began coughing so hard that I started puking. He followed me and held my hair up. Rubbing my back comfortingly, he took my phone out of my pocket and called Kyungsoo. When he didn't pick up, Baek sighed in frustration. Putting his attention back on me, he began whispering sweet words of comfort to me. Finally, I stopped throwing up, so he helped me to my bedroom. I tried protesting, but didn't have the energy to. I felt so heavy, and so tired. He got in bed with me, and rubbed my back. I fell asleep.
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I woke up a couple times, but none of them were long enough to be memorable. I vaguely recalled Baekhyun rocking me lightly and whispering, "it's okay, y/n, it's okay. It'll all be okay."
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I felt something cold on my head, and opened my eyes. Baekhyun was sitting beside me on the bed, looking at me with eyes full of pity.
"You have a fever, baby.. no wonder you slept all day yesterday and today. You're sick!" He told me. At the mention of sleeping all day, I looked to the window, and noticed it was dark outside. Noting mentally that I owed him a lot for taking care of me for so long, and reached up to him and pulled him into a hug.
"Thank you," I told him with a voice that was weaker than the one I had expected. Feeling a sudden wave of nausea again, I was about to rush to the bathroom. He noticed, and brought me a bucket he had kept beside my bed. I puked in it until I was all out, and he pushed my sweat soaked hair out of my face.
"You might feel better if you take a bath. Want me to run one for you?" he asked. I still felt sick, so I lightly nodded.
When the bath was ready, he helped me into the bathroom. I got in myself, with him carefully listening outside the cracked door to make sure I hadn't fallen. The warm water helped me loosen up, but I still felt very bad. I started thinking about Kyungsoo. Where had he gone? Was he okay? Maybe he really did get kidnapped. Though.. Baek said that there was no way a grown man could have been kidnapped..
Baek had been taking such good care of me. Even though I felt miserable, he had helped me to feel a little less miserable than I would have if I had been alone. I loved Kyungsoo, but he had completely abandoned me. I bet he wasn't even worrying about me. I still hoped he was okay, even if I wouldn't forgive him for leaving me like this.
I stayed in until the water was cold, and then got out.
Once I was dressed, I laid down on my bed.
"Baekhyun, I'm not naked anymore. You can come in." I said, trying my best to project my raspy voice so that he could hear. He came in, and he looked at me with a gaze of concern. His eyes trailed down my body, and I started feeling uncomfortable. When I looked away, he smiled at me, and his gaze didn't drift from my face.
"Y/n, sit up for me, please?" he asked me with a gentle, motherly tone of voice. Still feeling uneasy, I looked into his eyes and scanned them. I didn't find anything in them except care, so I began sitting up. As I struggled, he made his way towards me, and helped me to sit up fully. Carefully, he crawled onto the bed, and sat behind me. His legs sat around my sides, and I was confused as to what he was doing. He took the towel off of my head, and very gently, began drying my hair with it. Afterwards, he took the brush from my nightstand, and brushed through the damp mess. Slowly and with care, the brush went through my hair. He began humming a song, while occasionally singing the words.
He rocked me slowly and sang, "I lost my mind
Noreul choeummannasseultte
no hanappego modeun goseun get in slow motion~"
I began feeling very relaxed, and leaned back into his chest. He moved the brush back to the nightstand, and leaned back against my pillows. He continued singing and rocking me, and I felt so comfortable that I fell asleep.

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AN: Please excuse any grammar errors and the crap chapter. A lot of you wanted an update soon, so I went for it and ignored my perfectionist side to post it sooner... 😂