Destined (Jaeyong) [Complete]

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Taeyong awoke the next morning feeling a little better.

He had been stripped of his wet clothes and redressed in warm sleep pants and top.

Although alone, he had a half-memory of being held in strong arms in the night. But apart from the blond hair and an impression of that eyes, he couldn't picture the face of the man who'd helped him the previous evening.

He slipped from his bed and stared at his settee. There was another partial memory of being comforted and held.

He frowned at a slip of paper he could see on his old table. He picked it up and tears prickled at his eyes. It was money with a note attached.

'Buy food. Check fridge.'

Taeyong opened his small fridge.

His eyes widened.

"What..."

There were containers of food there now.

Taeyong was stunned at the kindness of the man who'd tended him. He wondered how that man had been able to produce the food, but decided it wasn't worth worrying about.

His step a little lighter he moved into his bathroom and stared long and hard at his reflection.

His unruly dark hair. His expressive black eyes held a bone-deep weariness and dark shadows were clearly visible. His skin looked sallow and dull and whereas he'd always been slender, now he looked gaunt.

Taeyong sighed.

He reached for his soap to get ready for his office job, his cold seemed a little better and Taeyong hoped he was now over the worse.

Tonight and tomorrow were best for tips and he could really do with the extra money and on Sunday he could stay in bed all day and rest.

He ignored a soft voice in his head telling him to remain home and prepared himself for the long day ahead.