Lost In Translation ((Super Junior- Kyuhyun Fanfic)) {completed} [editing]

• 5 • Holding Out

(edited)

Tuesday, November 12th, 2013

My eyes fluttered open. Wait no, scratch that. I pried my crusty, sleepy, aching eyes open.

My head started spinning and the light was too much for my eyes to handle. I was getting dizzy and I felt for the wall until I was stable. A gust of air hit my exposed legs and I shivered, realizing just how cold it was. It’s freezing, but why? The door was open but it shouldn’t be. The air was probably up too high and it vented through the door. I looked back to see if Sungmin was in bed but he wasn’t and I couldn’t hear anything that would suggest he was in the room. In fact, his bed was perfectly intact. Had he not slept in it?

Maybe he left and forgot to shut the door.

That would explain why it was cold and why the door was open, and why there was no Sungmin in his bed.

As I moved to bend down for my sweatpants on the floor, I stopped in my tracks for a split second, registering what was about to happen, before sprinting to the bathroom.

Oh God, I’m going to be sick.

I felt the bile rising as I frantically raised the lid of the toilet seat just in time to empty all of the contents of my stomach, which appeared to be a lot more than I had expected.

When I was done I collapsed onto the cold floor and rested my head against the wall. My throat burned and my everything ached from retching. For the life of me I tried to think of why I would be sick but I couldn’t. I couldn’t remember what happened last night and that worried me.

I tried to stand up, hoping to find Sungmin or someone and get the low down of last night but I felt another wave of nausea. I slumped back, patiently waiting for it to pass.

It eventually went away and I tried to stand up again. I didn’t feel as sick so I decided to try and make it out to the living room. Passing through, I put on a pair of sweatpants and socks, foregoing an actual shirt and donning a tank. The apartment was quiet as far as I could hear, but when I got closer to the living room, I could hear someone moving around.

I came up on the living room and rubbed my eyes, which still had crusties, so they adjusted to the natural light coming from the open window curtains. Almost everyone seemed to be sleeping somewhere in the living room, whether it was on the floor or not. Eunhyuk was half off of the couch. Donghae was stretched out in the middle of the floor surrounded by a few others, including a snoring Shindong. They all looked passed out and their clothes were disheveled.

What the hell happened last night?

I tried to think back, but my head hurt too much. It felt as though Thor decided I was his whack-a-mole with every single pulsation in my head. A clank of glass brought me out of my pity, and I remembered I had heard movement and it was coming from the kitchen. I stepped over various members, trying not to disturb any of them. When I walked through the doorway, I was relieved to see that it was Audrey. When she turned her head to look at who came in, she didn’t look trashed like everyone else.

She was pouring some kind of red liquid into a glass. There looked like there should be enough for everyone. Maybe she made smoothies for everyone. If I had to admit, it wasn’t a delectable looking smoothie though.

“I figured there would be a few hangovers, so I prepared a secret recipe to help,” she said quietly. I mentally thanked her for her low volume, for my head needed quiet, and for the drink. I took a sip of it. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would, but I secretly mourned my dead smoothie theory.