Chapter 3

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Baekhyun's POV

I woke up to be met with bright sunshine. I winced and covered the sun with his hand. I sat up in bed and pain exploded in my head. *Fuck!* I grimaced. *How much did I drink last night?*

I looked around and saw my jacket and tie neatly folded on my chair. *How did I get here?* my thoughts reeled back to last night...He had barged into her room... yelled at her.. pinned her down.. *Oh Shit*

I closed my eyes in regret. *What did I do?* Sighing in frustration, I went to wash.

I was about to leave but I heard clangs and bangs in the kitchen. I checked my silver watch. *It's only 5:30... Taeyeon doesn't wake up till 6.* Curious, I went to the kitchen and looked in.

Taeyeon was busy making something. Suddenly, she looked up. Startled, Baekhyun's eyes widened. "Good morning!" she cheerfully smiled. I didn't reply. She went up to me and held out a mug and a pack of medicine. "This honey tea and Tylenol will help you with your hangover. Make sure you eat breakfast before you eat Tylenol or you'll get sick again." she smiled. I stared at her. I saw her looked at the clock, "Eeek! I think you're late." she pushed me to the door, "Here." she handed me the stuff. I uncertainly grabbed them. She opened the door and gently pushed me out.

"Have a good day." she waved and shut the door.

Taeyeon's POVi

I sighed and leaned against the door, *I didn't want things to be awkward.*

No one's PO V

On the other side, Baekhyun was staring at the mug and medicine in a daze. Abruptly, he glanced at his watch. *Shit I am late.* Baekhyun rushed to his car and put the mug and medicine in his cup holder.

As he drove, he stared at them. *Did she wake up just so she could prepare this for me?* He broke out into a smirk and sipped the sweet honey tea.

Taeyeon's POV

It was 3 and i'm waiting for Baekhyun. I didn't want him to get mad... or sad that I'm not waiting for him. I tried hard to stay awake but eventually fell asleep.

Baekhyun's POV

At 4, I finally came home. Tired, I sighed and went toward my room. Suddenly, I stopped and looked to the side. *No way... did she...* I spun around and saw her sleeping figure. I walked over to her. *What the hell! It's 4 in the morning. She should be sleeping in her room.* I had a sudden flashback of me yelling

"You didn't wait for me!"

*She stayed up because of what happened last night?* "Stupid girl." I muttered. I sighed and put my arms under her neck and legs.

Then I lifted her up bridal style.

*She's freaking light. Doesn't she ever eat?* I glanced at her, snuggled against my broad chest. I carried her to her room. I carefully laid her on her bed and pulled the covers over her. I gazed at her *Pretty girl.*

I slowly reached out to her face but instantly pulled back when I touched her hair. *What the hell am I thinking? Since when did I feel so fucking mushy?* I exasperatedly sighed and left, closing the door gently behind me.

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