Nadir ◈ Seungjin

11 ◈ Push and Pull

Seungmin stirred with a quick groan, the fluffy comforters covering up his neck warming his body in the timid glow of the morning sun.

He yawned loosely, pressing himself to sit off the mattress as he tried to wake himself up from another night of restless sleep. Digging his hands into his eyes before pressing the uncombed hair away from his forehead with combing fingers, his hands then flopping back down to his covered lap, the routine motions bringing him alert to the world moving on around him. Though, it wasn't as if he had to do much to bring himself fully from the clutches of his dreams. He didn't sink deeply into their embrace to start with, he didn't need to ruthlessly tear himself from their hands either.

Not to mention the soft talking from outside the room that woke him in the first place.

Tossing the sheets off him, he went on with his morning routine; Checking to see whether or not Minho was still sleeping on the futon, he wasn't in this case, meaning he was out in the living space with Felix; Keeping his head down and his neck covered until he was able to fish his concealer out from the bottom of the box he hid it in, already knowing the amount he needed, where he needed, what he needed, double checking in the camera of his phone to make sure the most of it was undetectable, walking to the lighting of the window to triple check nothing showed; Quickly changing into something semi-presentable but still comfortable to lounge around the house in on his singular day off.

Seungmin yawned again, finally having the will and energy to step our of the guest room.

He rubbed his eyes again.

Coffee.

And touched gently on the fresh bandages, gradually becoming less and less demanding to change as the gash began to heal.

I need a coffee.

He didn't register the gentle chatting in the living space until it stopped entirely.

His eyes opened from their narrow squint.

They were turned to him. Staring him down.

Those four vampires.

Chan, Changbin, Jeongin, and obviously, Felix who lived in the apartment.

Well, five with Minho.

Seungmin made eye contact with Changbin.

Without saying anything to them, he turned around on his heel, quickly scurrying to escape back to the safety of the guest room.

Before he could, the open door was pulled close.

Already knowing who the culprit was, he slammed his body into the door with the painful and whispered groan of, "No, fucking, bastard, let me be by myself."

"Seung, please? Come sit with us?" Minho begged him, words nearly silent as the others picked up their conversation where they left off. He let go of the door knob, pleading again, "For a few minutes? For me? You don't have to say anything, just be with us."

"So basically, be bored by conversation, feel awkward, and pretend to talk to people I don't really like while you gush over your..." Seungmin trailed his words off, quickly spinning around and shoving himself against the closed guest room door. He glanced back to where Jeongin was laughing lightly with the others. That once cute and bubbly man, still heart-dropping and adorable in every sense of the word, but matured. Exceedingly so. They all had, in some way, considering the earliest memory he had of that group being his first year at the academy. He looked back to the hopeless stare of Minho, eyes gentle and glittery as he hissed at him, "Your school girl crush? Because you don't have the guts to confess?"