Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

Out of the Blue, Part II

End August 2017

As a deep and pungent smell invaded my nostrils, my eyes flew open to a stream of smoke puffs clouding my view.

Oh my god, is my place burning down?

Scrambling out of the bed, I lifted my head only to find gravity pulling it back down onto the pillow. A sharp and distinct ache throbbed my head, inflicting pain on every corner of my crown. I groaned, hating how my mind continuously spun however it wanted. The pungent smell made me nauseous, causing the ache on my head to travel on a high-speed rail towards the pit of my stomach. Hands over my mouth, I darted clumsily to the washroom, bumping against the wall in the process.

Kneeling before the white throne, I made way for the burden within. A foul stench was quick to follow, but so was the release of suffocation. Preoccupied on finding liberation from dizziness and nausea, I hadn't even realized a hand was calmly stroking the middle of my back.

"Hyeyeon-ah, kwaenchanhna (are you alright)?"

As the spinning of my head gradually subsidied, it seemed that my ears were now fooling me. The voice belonged to him.

"Agi, are you feeling better?"

When Hyungsik finally stooped down next to me, lines across his forehead, my body jerked in disbelief at the view. Supporting my feeble frame with his strong arms, Hyungsik kept me grounded, ensuring that I wasn't falling over myself. Pulling me up slowly, I heard his gentle utter as the waters flushed away, "Don't worry, I've got you."

I nodded and groaned, finding it difficult to speak. My throat felt sore, spent from the intake of alcohol and its inevitable discharge.

Helping me to the sink, Hyungsik let me wash my face in its entirety. The cool water made me feel like I was walking out into the sun after a long captivity in blackness.

And in spite of the grogginess of the early morning, I smiled.

Picking up a face towel, Hyungsik gently wiped every inch of my face when the water stopped running. I stay nestled within his arms, clutching to them for dear life.

It must have made him chuckle. He offered, "Your throat hurts, doesn't it? Let's get you some water."

Agreeing to his plan, I found myself unexpectedly airborne as he picked me up like a feather on his arms. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kicked my legs and shrieked, only to sound less like a purring cat and more like a dying whale.

Hyungsik's clear laughter was inviting as he winked, "I reckon that's not a good idea, Hyeyeon. Your fate is, after all, in my hands."

My eyes widened at the realization. Pursing my lips together, I waited for my flight to land. When he finally sat me down on the chair next to the curved dining table, Hyungsik crouched down to meet my eyes, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind my ears, "I'll be right back."

"Okay," I croaked, quickly hating the smell that was coming from my throat.

A full glass of water and a jug soon arrives in front of me, and it didn't take long for Hyungsik to refill the empty glass. My system begged for water like an oasis in the desert, and I gulped the translucent fluid down my throat over and over again.

In no time, streams of cough interrupted me when I choked on my own breath.

Hyungsik's eyebrows furrowed. "Slow down, Hyeyeon. Nobody's taking your water away."

Putting down the glass, I spoke in between breaths, my hands masking my nose and mouth. "I smell... awful... and... I look... horrible. As much as I miss seeing you, Sik... this is not how I want you... to see me!"