Translation of Love

8

Embarrassment

I had fallen asleep relatively quickly, despite being in a foreign bed. The events of the day had clearly exhausted me. But now it is 3:45 AM. I have woken up and can't fall back asleep. I'm laying on my back, eyes staring at the dark ceiling, listening to the rain that is still pounding against the window.

The room is hotter than I'm used to, since the air conditioner is just a simple split air conditioner on the wall. I've had to push the sheets off me, despite only wearing a shirt, bra, and underwear. Speaking of sheets, I can smell him. The sheets around me, they smell of him. His pillow does too. He smells so good.

These thoughts make my cheeks heat up. Soon enough I get out of bed, forcing myself to get away from his smell.

Get yourself together Summer.

The glass of water by the bed is empty, I had drunk it all before falling asleep. Unsure of what to do and dead set in not going back into that bed, I grab the cup and quietly open the door. I walk as slyly as I can to the kitchen. It's pitch black, so I use my feet to feel the ground in front of me before stepping. My eyes are open wide as if that'll help me see.

It doesn't.

I feel the kitchen island, my hand running across the cold surface. I'm about to reach the sink, or I think I'm about to when I hit my hip hard against the corner of the island.

"Shit!" I scream-whisper, the cup falling onto the counter.

Luckily the cup is plastic and makes little noise. My hip, however, is burning like a bitch and it takes all my strength to hold in my screams.

I feel a hand grab onto my shoulder and I turn around so quickly that my hand, which somehow managed to form a fist, hits whoever it is in the stomach, pretty hard.

"Oof—" The unidentified person clenches their stomach, leaning forward and hand holding onto the counter behind me.

I freak out once I realize that it's Taeyoung, his skin glistening from the shine of the city lights outside the windows.

Why am I always injuring him?

"Taeyoung! I'm sorry!" I stutter, putting my hands on my hot cheeks.

"It's okay." The words come out pained, making me laugh a bit. He looks up at me.

"Not funny."

My smile immediately disappears. "Sorry."

Now he smiles at me, shaking his head. "Why are you awake?" He asks.

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep."

Because all I could smell was you. And here I am, smelling you even more.

"Did you want more water?"

I nod, and even though it's probably too dark to see me, he grabs the cup, takes a water bottle from the fridge, and fills it up. I silently drink from it.

"Why are you awake? Did I wake you up?" I immediately feel guilt climb up my spine.

"No, I was already awake when I heard you."