Kim Taeyeon awoke in an unfamiliar room, the soft embrace of an unfamiliar bed cradling her form. As her groggy gaze swept the unfamiliar surroundings, a sharp pang of disorientation seized her. This wasn't her room, these weren't her clothes. A jolt of realization shot through her, she was somewhere entirely unknown.
Eager to make sense of the situation, she pushed herself up, only to wince as a searing ache pulsed through her head, as though her skull was being subjected to a relentless assault. Collapsing back onto the bed, she clutched the pillow, seeking refuge from the onslaught of pain. Her attempts to alleviate the agony through gentle massage bore no fruit; her head remained a battlefield of torment.
"What the hell did I do last night?" The thought echoed within her pounding head, a reminder of her own elusive actions.
Her recollections were a blur, a haze that clung stubbornly to the corners of her mind. The last coherent memory she could grasp was clutching a bottle of champagne in her hands before embarking on a hazy journey into the night.
"Kim Taeyeon, you've really outdone yourself," she muttered, her voice tinged with self-chastisement.
In the midst of her mental turmoil, the creak of a door disrupted her internal monologue. Her heart raced as she tensed, her eyes snapping toward the entrance. The sudden movement sent a surge of nausea rippling through her stomach, an unsettling sensation that she fought to suppress.
Seeking solace, she gingerly returned to her previous position, her back resting against the plush headboard. She gazed at the figure making its way toward her, the recognition sparking a flicker of awareness amidst the haze of her confusion.
And then it hit her – the memories surged forward like a torrential wave, the fragments of the previous night slotting into place. She remembered reaching out to him in her moment of disarray, the blurred lines between her intentions and her actions.
"You're awake? Here, have some coffee. It might help with the hangover," he offered, his smile casting a semblance of comfort upon her troubled thoughts. Baekhyun's presence had a way of soothing her, though the reasons eluded her grasp. She accepted the proffered cup, his kindness settling over her like a warm blanket.
"Thank you," she managed, her words a mere whisper.
The room was tinged with an unspoken awkwardness, a tension that weighed upon them. Yet Baekhyun remained at ease, his demeanor a testament to the familiarity between them.
Taeyeon sipped at the coffee he had prepared, the warmth and bitterness a stark contrast to the disarray of her thoughts. It was an escape, a momentary respite from the storm within her mind.
And then, in a quiet moment, her voice wavered as she dared to breach the unspoken barrier. "Um... What... What happened last night?" Her question trembled on her lips, the rapid thudding of her heart betraying her unease.
As her words hung in the air, the weight of her own uncertainty pressing upon her, Baekhyun's calm gaze met hers. The air was heavy with unspoken implications, the space between them ripe with questions that dared not be voiced.
Anxiety gripped her, had her actions betrayed her in ways she couldn't fathom? Had her recklessness led to unforeseen consequences, a collision of their worlds beyond her control? Her heart raced, a mixture of apprehension and hope intertwining in a fragile dance.
Her gaze sought his, the truth lingering within her eyes, unspoken yet palpable. She feared the answers that might emerge, yet she longed to lay bare the tangled web of emotions that had entwined them on that fateful night.
Baekhyun's chuckle rippled through the air, a sound that danced between humor and mischief. "You really don't remember?" he questioned, his gaze fixed on her with an expression that stirred a mix of nerves within her.
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from afar | baekyeon
Fanfiction"We already parted our ways... But as I think about it, I can't forget you... so let me still look after you, watch you... From afar." -Byun Baekhyun
