Kim Taeyeon Expected to Take Part On Shanghai

April 10th, 2011

1. [+9,309, -204] I’ve been longing for her T_T

2.  [+4,392, -384] Kim Taeyeon, give Shanghai your best shot. Fighting! 

“Unnie, are you really sure about this?” Taeyeon opened her eyes and saw Seohyun bit her lower lip. Taeyeon could tell she’s worried. In one week, Girls Generation will hold their first international concert in China. SM had been such a fuss for Taeyeon. They asked Taeyeon to take a part in the concert. Taeyeon herself also had asserted that she will make her comeback in China albeit her injury that allowed her to do rehearsal just a week before the show. And here she was with Seohyun. In SM dance room. While the other girls practiced in the other room. “Of course I am. This is SNSD first international concert. I can’t miss it.” “But unnie, your injury, is it okay? Have you fully recovered yet?” Seohyun picked her words carefully. Taeyeon just simpered. It’s been two months already since her nightmare passed. The first month was the hardest. Taeyeon couldn’t even close her eyes completely at night because of scared and traumatic about that accident. And her pelvic was hurt like hell. She couldn’t really do anything right with the pain. During that one month, Taeyeon was cried and cried nonstop every day. Her appearance was a mess, her condition was really poor, far from healthy. Fortunately, on those difficult times, she had SMTown and SNSD girls who visited her frequently and made her laugh and forget about her injury. Even though who really knew about her injury were just Seohyun and Tiffany. The facts that she had many supportive friends gave Taeyeon strength to carry on. “I’m fine, Seohyun,” Taeyeon got up and held Seohyun’s face with her two hands. “I didn’t even dance as hard as I was.” Suddenly Taeyeon felt somebody touched her hand. Reflexively, she startled and took a few backwards steps. Her breath was out of control. A guy in training suit watched her confused. “Ummm, are you okay Taeyeon?” “Un-unnie, he’s our instructor” Seohyun looked at Taeyeon who hid behind her back like a weak and scared puppy. Taeyeon controlled her breath and step out of Seohyun’s back. She tried to look calm and managed her shaking hands and lips, “I’m sorry oppa…I-I’m just a little bit surprised,” Taeyeon then bowed in embarrassment. This was another change from Taeyeon. After that accident, Taeyeon always had this kind of reaction. An excessive reaction if she’s touched abruptly by anybody. It’s like she caged herself. She tried not to look scared, hardly, but that kind of reaction just naturally comes from her. It’s like a self-defense mechanism. Seohyun inhaled deeply, I hope Taeyeon unnie will do just well at the concert. Shanghai, China. A Month Later “Uhkkk…uhhkkkk…” Taeyeon watched flakes of bread she’d eaten one hour ago scattered on the sink. This was the third time in ten minutes she went to restroom. Make up couldn’t help covering her pale face. She’s sweating all over her forehead. Your timing is such a mess, Kim Taeyeon. In half an hour SNSD will hold a concert. The first international concert and you, SNSD leader were still in the restroom, spewed your guts. “Taeyeon,” Oh, dear, she knew that voice. She knew really well the owner of that voice, and Taeyeon was right. Tiffany already stood up at the door not too far from Taeyeon with her signature Oh My God face, “I was looking for you everywhere. Omg, what’s wrong with you Taeyeon? Are you sick? Did you have lunch before?” Taeyeon really didn’t get it how Tiffany found her whilst she purposely chose visitor restroom which really quiet because of its located at the corner of the building. “I-I’m…fin…ukkhhh…” another piece of bread scattered. This time it’s scattered on the floor. “Taeyeon, you can’t go like this. We’ll talk to Hyun Woo oppa. Tell him that you’re sick. Your condition is serious and need medical treatment immediately,” Tiffany took Taeyeon’s hand, dragged her to be exact and went out of restroom. “F-Fa-Fany, just a sec, Fany,” Tiffany stopped right in front of restroom door and looked at Taeyeon. Taeyeon tried her best not to vomit again and made a natural face, as natural as she could. “I-I’m just freezing because of air conditioner. J-just get me a cup of h-hot ch-chocolate and your coat.” Tiffany’s flabbergasted look showed Taeyeon that she didn’t believe Taeyeon “How-how come?! You’re throwing up all over the place and it’s just because you’re freezing? Because of the air conditioner? Oh, please. You gotta be kidding me!” Tiffany said with her Californian English. She’s so speechless. Taeyeon caught a breath. “I-I was freezing. I swear. I didn’t lie to you. Really,” Taeyeon swallowed her saliva. Holding the urge to vomit was harder than she thought. “Just please, please get me a hot chocolate and if I ever thrown up again, you’ll the first to know and you can take me to any doctor you want. I promise, alright?” Taeyeon showed up her two fingers, made a peace sign. Tiffany gritted her teeth and shook her head. “Remember that. You’ve promised me,” she said coldly. And then she left Taeyeon in dancer dressing room to find a hot chocolate. It’s been over a month, almost every morning Taeyeon felt some kind of nausea that caused her to throw up everything she ate the day before. The unbearable headache and queasy feeling she had just after she woke up also contributed to her routine vomiting every morning. As the result of that routine, Taeyeon lost her appetite toward food. She barely had breakfast and didn’t touch her lunch. She just ate some fruit, yoghurt and snacks. She didn’t really know why her stomach was like this. Her vomiting had gotten worse in the last three days. She threw up not only in the morning but sometimes in the afternoon and night too. And there’s nobody knew about her condition until Tiffany caught her off guard earlier. Taeyeon closed her eyes as she tapped her fingers on the table. She tried to remember all the sequences and part of the dance and sing she had practiced at the rehearsal. Thanks to hot chocolate from Tiffany, her nausea was getting better. “Taeyeon, are you getting better? Are you okay?” Tiffany Taeyeon’s shoulder. Taeyeon a little bit startled, but then she lifted her head. She looked right