¤ Ethereal ¤ Im Changkyun X Reader ON HIATUS (Soulmate Fanfiction)

Important ~ Ch54

¤ (Y/n)'s Point Of View ¤

I woke up feeling warm with multiple duvets draped over my body to keep me tucked in against the silk sheets of my bed. The first thing I noticed was that I was alone, laying with my dress still on in my private room. Moonlight leaked through the open drapes of my bedroom, the clock beside me reading just before 4am.

I realised that I must have been carried to my bed, already fast asleep. I couldn't remember much, just that I.M had carried me back to the hotel. I couldn't even remember the whole trip back, only the part where I got onto his back. I was certain that we had a conversation after that yet I couldn't remember the words we spoke, everything was so fuzzy.

I winced as I sat up, uncovering myself from my mountain of blankets and forcing myself to stand to my feet. I got unchanged, glancing down at my wrapped wound and was glad to see that it was not bleeding. But yet it still hurt so much. I put on I.M's hoodie, the same one he gave me the day we walked to the convenience store for the bbq grill on the beach- I still hadn't given it back. I didn't want to.

His hoodie reached down to my thigh, covering me completely and making me feel warm once again despite the 4am chilly air. I sighed as I saw looked through the window, the sky still dark and the sun not hinting it's rise just yet. I didn't want to go back to sleep, somehow I wasn't tired at all. Yet it was too early to start my day and I'm sure Hyungwon wouldn't wake up untill noon after tonights drinking.

I began silently leaving my bedroom, walking out into the suite and stealing a glance at Hyungwon's closed door. I had my keycard tucked into my pocket as I sneakily left our suite, closing the door behind me and cursing when it makes its usual locked beeping sound. I honestly didn't have a plan when I snuck out, just letting my legs do the walking. But it seemed as if my heart had taken control too when I found myself infront of I.M's door.

I hesitated on knocking on his door, unsure if he was asleep or awake- knowing that just like me, he had trouble sleeping. So I knocked quitely, the softest knocks that I could muster. If he was awake, then he'd surely hear that but if he was asleep then he wouldn't. The majority of me wanted him to be awake which was why I found myself whispering his name.

"I.M?" I whispered out, my lips puffed out as I waited patiently for a reply. I smiled when I heard footsteps from behind the door, the door opening to reveal I.M with not a hint of sleepiness written in his eyes.
"You couldn't sleep?" I asked him as he moved aside and motioned for me to enter. He shook his head in response as he closed the door behind me.

When he closed the door, I couldn't help but invite myself in for a hug. I gently fit myself under his arms and laid my head against his chest with a releived sigh. I wasn't sure what came over me but all I knew was that I needed a hug- no, I.M's hug. I.M tightened his arms around me in response, hugging me back instantly knowingly.

"Is that my hoodie?" He asks with a light chuckle as we part, his eyes looking me up and down with a hint of amusement.
"Maybe?" I giggled softly, gripping onto his arm and pulling him with me to his bed. I pulled him to sit beside me, me wincing lightly as I sat down but not just because of my wound but because of my headache- my hangover only now making itself known.

"How's your head? You drank alot." The boy asked me, worry in his eyes- knowing instantly about the pain I must be feeling at the moment.
"A bit of a migrane but it's bareable." I told him, mustering up a soft smile.
"And your wound?" He asked me, his eyes flickering down to my midsection- almost as if there wasn't a hoodie blocking his view.

His question made me sigh, a hand snaking over my wound as I finally acknowledged the pain I was in.
"Honestly...it hurts alot." I admitted softly, looking up at him with doe eyes only to see that his eyes were still trained on my covered waist.
"Come closer." I.M demanded softly, making me shuffle even closer to him on the bed. He pulled me so that I was cross legged on the middle of the bed.

That's when he stood up and rumaged through his suitcase, pulling out his half empty med-kit. I.M then sat down on the bed infront of me, opening the med-kit and pulling out new bandages and creams. He then clasped his fingers on the edge of my hood, looking up at me with a look that was asking me if it was okay to continue. I nodded, giving him the okay which enouraged him to help me take off my- or technicaly his hoodie.

I.M then began gently unwrapping the banadges, noticing also that they weren't beeding which was a good sign. Once they were all off, he stared out the wound for a few moments. The wound was ugly, scabbing over at the slowest pace possible. I cringed before looking away, not wanting to see it any longer.
"You opened it. But not enough to bleed." He told me, now making me understand why it hurt so much.

I.M began changing my bandages, silently wrapping it tightly around my abdomen. My breath hitched as he tightened the bandages, tieing them in a knot so that they wouldn't unravel. When he was done, he helped me slip the hoodie back onto me.
"I'm sorry." I blurted out quietly, suddenly speaking what was on my mind which done nothing but confuse I.M.

"For tonight...for drinking so much. I didn't mean to. It's just that Taeyong guy opened up some memories about Jaehyun- and then with the revelation that not only Jaehyun but also my father may have been part of a mafia. It was just alot for me to handle...I'm sorry." I mumbled to him, looking up at him with glossy eyes. He shook his head with a sigh, placing a hand gently on my cheek and cupping it.

"You have nothing to apologise for." I.M said genuinely, looking down at me with eyes that were full of understanding. But he didn't realise that I knew about his drunk step-dad and I couldn't imagine the pain he must have felt watching me get more and more intoxicated. But luckily the way ge looked at me calmed me down, his hand on my skin made me feel better- almost as if he knew what was worrying me. And maybe he did- who knew?

I.M adjusted him self so that he was laying down on his bed before gently pulling me down to him. I laid my head on his chest as he threw a blanket over us both, our legs naturally tangling together. I placed a hand on his chest beside my head, feeling his calm heartbeat with that single touch. I could hear his breathing too, bringing me tranquility despite my pain.

After a while, I couldn't help but let my eyes fall onto the ring around my thumb- I.M's ring to be more specific. I let my mind wonder to the day Seulgi told me more about it- and shared her knowledge with me. I wanted to say something that's been on my mind for a while but yet I was slightly nervous.

"Hey...I've been meaning to ask you about something." I muttered, still staring at the ring as I spoke. I.M let his eyes look down at me, no longer looking up at the ceiling and he waited for me to continue with my question.
"This ring...was it really your dad's?" I asked him, looking up at him with sad eyes as I recalled Seulgi briefly hinting to his passing away.

I watched as confusion took over I.M's face, his eyes glazed over with suprise.
"How did you know that?" He asked me, his voice sounding more shocked than mad. I was glad he wasn't angry with me for asking such a blunt question- after all, I had found out this information through someone else. It still could be considered an invasion of privacy which was why I hadn't brought it up until now.

"Irene told Seulgi about it and Seulgi recognised it on my hand." I explained to him, telling him the truth. I.M stayed silent after I had told him that, making me scared that I had now upset him with the truth. The boy stayed silent, not uttering a word as he stared down at the ring on my thumb- it almost looked as if he was contemplating something. Although I.M had gotten much better at communicating with me, he still had trouble opening up about his past and I understood that. So I just patiently waited until he was ready, closing my eyes as I waited.

"He was a scientist." I.M said suddenly, making my eyes open instantly. That had taken his far less time than I thought it would take- progress. I only looked up at him, not saying a words but offering him a quiet listener.
"I...don't remember much about him. But I remember that he was a scientist. That ring was his fathers...so it meant alot to him. When he...when he died, my mother gave it to me." I.M told me, forcing the hesitation out of him as he spoke to me.

"Why would you give me something so important?" I asked him softly, my brows furrowed in sadness from his story. This ring was clearly a great emotional connection to him and not to mention a family heirloom, so why let me have it? His answer made me smile,

"Because you're important...and because it felt right."

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