[FANACC] 150426 SINCHON M2U STORE FANSIGN (update)
Baekhyun coughed to the mic, pretended to
be in pain, and asked fans to worry about him
Baekhyun: Have you had dinner yet?
Fan: Not yet
Baekhyun: I won’t eat, too. Let’s starve together
A fan gave Baekhyun something like a
letter. He got it with two hands, kept nodding his head and said “thanks you”
Baekhyun sang the first line of
Baekhyun: I met Seoeon and Seojun already!
Everyone please raise your hands up like this!!! Please just once, please
follow me, come on just once (Fan comment: Mom! It seems Baekhyunie treated us like
Seojun and Seoeon babies, he looks like a teacher at kindergarten)
Waking from your
slumber eyes slowly fluttered open. Light shining into them, reflects making
you close them quickly again in pain. The second attempt seemed to be more
successful, yet you wished it would be a more happy success. Because finally
having your eyes properly on focus made you realise that this isn’t the place
you were always familiar with to waking up.
“She’s awake?” a soft feminine
A reply coming from the other side, “Who cares?”
“We do!” Another voice chimed in.
The only things you were able to perceive was the
feeling of your tired body that felt like it never wanted to move, together
with the soft breathing from your nose. Being disturbed by the louder and more
dominant voices of females that you weren’t able to one, two, three recognise. Did
you even know them?
Staring at the ceiling made you wonder. Were you in hell?
“She has been lying here for days, taking unconscious
sips of water that she can barely keep in her mouth and swallow, I’d say she’s
dead,” the voice with the snide remarks speaks again, and if you weren’t so
drained you definitely would like to argue back.
Moving your hand slowly to your face to rub your eyes you find yourself
staring at skirts and legs, then seeing two faces watching you carefully.
Behind them a large window where the sun shines through lightly, curtains from
blue satin and you could swear you were dreaming.
“Wh-at,” your voice creaks. And your body slowly
starts waking up. This is someone’s room? You take a second to stare at the
huge collection books, in front of them on the shelf several picture frames
with from your distant seen a table displaying what seem to be prizes.
Suddenly the large door opens and almost slams against
the wall if not for the door stop. Creating shocked faces of the still unknown
females who are surrounding the king-sized bed you are laying in.
Moving your limbs
slowly to see what the cause of the loud bang was had you hiss in pain, you
felt like a corpse that came alive after lying rotting for years. Everything
hurt, and you felt every small movement your body would make.
Quickly after getting
up carefully you hear fancy clicking against the floor, meaning someone had
made his enter, you watched him.
Features as beautiful
as a god would strive for to obtain, perfectly brought out by the healthy glow
he had painted on his skin. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, he was like
a model in suit and tie and wore an intense stare that slightly made you shiver
in fear of what he was going to do next.
The shocked and pushy
leave of the girls in black and white clothes made you realise that whatever
this man is capable of, you will try to test him too much if needed. The fear
in the ladies’ eyes was telling you enough.
“You,” he emphasised as soon as the girls were gone, “you are the reason..”
He walked closer and
closer towards you, the clicking of his probably expensive shoes made you
anxious. He really knew how to make a moment somewhat fearful of the possible actions
by just small movements.
When he stood pretty
much near your bed he held the opposite of the frame with two hands leaning
slightly forward with one foot slightly crossing the other by the tip, what a
dramatic scene. It was almost as if the hall that was so exaggeratedly opened
was calling for you to run. Yet the man in black stood there as if he
symbolised he wouldn’t let you escape.
“You, are the reason
I have been sleeping on the couch, Ms.”
Were you supposed to
apologize now? “Oh, I’m err.. sorry.” And quickly add telling your name.
But he ignores your
introduction, “You should be, Ms..”
Well way to be rude,
Mr. Rich, you decided to drop the curse you would have rather used but decided
against it and play the innocent card, “How.. long have I been out? Where am I.
Why am I here?”
“My home,” he
answered the first question as if it was the most obvious thing ever, “you have
been stabbed by a man so you lost a lot of blood.”
You nodded in
understanding, images of the event becoming clearer.
“And, I don’t know, a
couple of days.. or so. You seemed tired because of your blood loss,” he
Life is really
punishing you. If you have been out for days then your job… you haven’t been
able to call off or at least tell what happened to you! If you are fired, you
are dead for life.
“What? No way, I need
to get home now!” with horror on your
face you jump out of bed only to hit the ground, your body is not capable yet
to do anything yet.
“Woa, woa. Easy
there, I think you really should rest right now, give it a day,” he ordered
instead and helped you into the bed again by dragging you up.
But who was he to
tell you what to do? “You don’t understand, I- I really need to get back now.”
“You will exhaust
your body, just rest a day and I will help you tomorrow,” he sighs.
He is right, you have
been unconsciously neglecting your normal life anyway now, and you are not able
to work.. you can add up a day..
“How did I even end
up here,” you ask him timidly and he turns giving you a look you don’t feel
“Well, darling. Don’t
you remember? I had to help up off the dirty street, I even had to carry you and
dirtied my suit with your blood.”
You give him an
unbelievable look at his words as he points to your leg. Pulling the duvet up you see an exaggerating
amount of bandage. Returning an ‘oh’ in response. And he tells you to keep
resting, and that everything will be handled tomorrow not even giving you the
chance to tell anything, to even ask for his name. It was as if his word was
will and it made you somewhat suffocate as he tries to leave again to give you
“I really don’t know
how to thank you-“ but as you try he cuts you off.
“Oh, don’t worry I do.”
Without being able to
even ask what he is asking for you in compensation he disappears behind the
large doors again. Taking his smirk with him.
What have you done to
A/N: I hope all of you will like it..
I really.. really do.,
This took me longer than it should have and I’m so sorry..