strawberry sunday ❧ k.jw | ✔

nine

MONDAY

A crack of thunder woke you up that morning. You groaned, pulling your blanket over your eyes and rolling over. Instead of hitting Donghyuck like you'd expected, you instead just found more empty space. Squinting one eye open, you saw that the fort was entirely vacant of your dryad roommate.

With a frown, you shimmied out of the fort, wrapping one of your blankets around yourself to go look for him. He wasn't in your room at all.

More thunder boomed outside and lightning flashed, illuminating the house as you shuffled through the hall. Johnny and Mark were peacefully asleep in the living room. And that's where you found Donghyuck, sitting silently at the kitchen table with Jaehyun, watching the rain pelt against the windows.

Their backs were to you, and as you got closer you could see that the dryad had a steaming mug in front of him.

"Hey," you whispered, gently setting your hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," Donghyuck's hand fidgeted with the handle. "I couldn't sleep, and didn't want to wake you up by tossing and turning."

You squeezed his shoulder, "Thanks."

The dryad always got sort of antsy with big storms like this. Just like Taeyong's mood was influenced by the emotions of the people around him, Donghyuck was sensitive to the weather. A storm as tumultuous as this was definitely affecting him.

"So what do you got there?" You referenced his drink.

"Hot chocolate. We didn't have any milk to mix with the packet though, so I had to use water," he wrinkled his nose. "I'm going to ask Doyoung to make me some tea when he wakes up."

"Ooh, that sounds good."

"Sucks about the beach, though. No way we'll be able to go anywhere in this."

"Oh, I'm sure this will blow over by morning," you rubbed his back soothingly.

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The storm raged on all day, leaving the ten of you stuck inside. By lunchtime, you had exhausted all of the board games that you could find in the house, and you were becoming painfully aware of just how tiny the space was with all of you in here for hours on end.

"Bad news, gang," Johnny announced from the kitchen, where he had gone to start on dinner preparations. If it weren't for your phones and rumbling stomachs, you wouldn't even know that it was time for dinner. The storm outside had kept the sky pitch black and devoid of sunlight all day, and the clocks on the stove and TV were each an hour off in different directions, the stove an hour behind and the TV an hour ahead.

Most of you were sprawled out in various places between the breakfast nook, living room, and kitchen table.

"What, Johnny?" Taeyong called back.

"We're out of beer."

A chorus of groans erupted around you.

"That's it!" Yuta stood up from the couch, taking off down the hall. He came back out with a pair of rain boots and thick coat on. "I am not going to be stuck in here for another second sober. I'll be back."

"You're going to get wet," Johnny frowned.

Yuta stared at him blankly from where his hand was on the door, silvery eyes flashing with the lightning.

Then your human friend finally seemed to realize, "Oh. Right. Get some pizza too, will you?"

And the siren was gone, slamming the door behind him.