With You- (Baekhyun and Taeyeon Fanfiction)

Chapter 7- New?

A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I actually just started high school in Year 7. I actually to get EVEN MORE reads! I am so happy! Please comment because I love reading them. I will be watching out for dedicated readers to win a dedication. Okay let's get started! Baekhyun and Yuni!! Where are you?!

I groan awake and when I open my eyes I see the design of the ceiling. When I slowly sit up, I have a whiff of the room. Food. It smells like food.

"Oh, Yuni your awake" I hear Baekhyun's mum's voice.

I see her at the kitchen and 2 women sits there. I don't feel comfortable knowing people were watching me sleep. I hear footsteps from the top of the stairs. I see Baekhyun still in a sleepy daze. I watch him reach the bottom. But since he wasn't watching he tripped.

I gasped and immediately went to his aid. I naturally help people so it is in my instincts. He stood up and leaned onto me. I quickly sucked in the air from the weight.

"Woah, you alright? You fell pretty hard." I say bringing him to the couch

He nods, "Yeah, it is just a little sore. Can you get my mum?"

I nod and hurry off to her. I told her about it and she raced over. She kneeled beside him and felt his ankle. She nodded and went over to a cabinet. She came back with a box with a big red plus sign. When she unlocked it, it contained bandages, healing slaves and band-aids.

"Is he going to be okay for school?" I say sitting beside Baekhyun

"Yes, but he cannot exert his ankle. Are you okay, honey?" She says covering his hand with hers.

I look down at it with sadness. It is an action of affection by mother's love. I happy though that he has a mother. Wouldn't want to be living my life.

Baekhyun though seems to notice this and brings her hand to mine. I am shocked for a second. So is his mother.

"Take care of her, Eomma. But not so much because I am not going to be your brother." He jokes

"I will take care of her. Baekhyun told me everything, and we are here for you." She says covering my hands

"Thank you. What time is it?" I say looking at my watch, "AH! Baek we're 5 minutes late!"

He choked on a piece of bacon he was nibbling on. We look at each other for a second and speed up the stairs. I go to the bathroom to wash my face and put on my pink dress since I don't have any spare clothes. Brush my teeth. Wash my face. And slide my clothes on.

When I exit Baekhyun happens too also. We both run down the stairs and make our way out.

"We are so dead!" I say as we run. But something within me wants to stop.

"I know. Geez how were we so late?" He says running faster

I start breathing a lot harder. I never participated in athlete runs even if I volunteer. I usually come last anyway. Running is not my thing. I feel like I am slowing down even if Baekhyun is meters away from me. He still runs faster with a injured ankle. What's wrong with me?

"Baekhyun..." I say loud enough for him to hear.

I stop and lay my hands on my knees, bending. He comes running and kneels in front of me.

"Yah, what's wrong?" He puts his hands on my forehead, "Woah! Your burning."

I nod, "I am so hot. I can't go any longer. My head is pounding and my body is tired."

He sighs and pulls my arms so it surrounds his neck. I pulls my body on top of his so he is back packing me. I feel exhausted to complain. I let myself rest for a while. Falling asleep with the footsteps of Baekhyun.