Ataraxia (SaeranxReader)

Frostbite

-Chapter 7: Frostbite-

"There are two reasons why people don't talk about things; either it doesn't mean anything to them, or it means everything."

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Saeran hugged me.

He hugged me.

I couldn't get it out of my mind as I kept thinking about the same moment for a few days. Okay, I hadn't destroyed Saeran's walls by diving with a wrecking ball yet, but at least I managed to open a crack where the light could seep in, I think.

He still continued to tease and mock me, but at least he seemed to have reduced the hate rate a bit. A pinch, a little bit, but that was progress after all.

I could understand this progress in the little things. Sometimes when Rika invited me for tea, he would come with me. He gave my phone back and that was a huge improvement actually, he had taken out my sim card which I found logical, which I would have done too. But he had inserted a new sim card and saved his number, ("Your sense of direction is fucking awful, finding you when you're lost in the building is pure torture, airhead." he said, idiot.) I could listen to music (he also gave me a pair of wireless earphones), watch funny videos, and that was enough for me.

The door to Saeran's room was still closed to me, and I never brought it up because I didn't dare to ask. But I had my own room, though not as big as Rika's, it was my own and beautiful. It was a room with a bed, a wardrobe, two bedside tables and a view of the garden. Frankly, I was amazed by whoever took care of the garden, there were rose bushes of different colors. I sincerely wanted to go out to the garden, but after all, I was still a prisoner in here, so I had better not push my luck too much.

I realized now that I couldn't escape from here, not because trying to escape would be difficult, but because Saeran had somehow penetrated into my heart.

There was nothing between us, but the silence we were in during the time we spent in the control room was special to us. I was just hanging out on the black couch by myself, listening to music or surfing the internet and all that stuff while he was doing his hacker stuff in front of his computers. 

Occasionally I would run into questions, about his favorite color or favorite ice cream flavor, but he chose to at least answer the simple questions, albeit concise answers. His favorite color was black, even though it sounded emo to me, I didn't judge it, but I was more surprised when I found out that he did not have a favorite type of ice cream. When I asked why, he looked at me like I was the dumbest person in the world and said "Do I have to pick a variety, you idiot?" and i decided not to judge that either.

Saeran had given me the day off today and I was lying idly in my room. I got up and had breakfast that a believer brought me in a tray (Oh yes, being Saeran's assistant has that advantage), took a relaxing bath, then lay back in my bed. I closed my eyes and spun on the soft bed, enjoying the sunlight hitting the window. It would be nicer if I could go out, anyway.

I felt so comfortable that I realized later that there was a knock on my door. I sat on the bed, straightened my clothes, and called for them to come in. I was met with mint green eyes while I was thinking that it was probably a believer who came to get the tray.

Saeran.

In my room.

Why is Saeran in my room? 

I couldn't help the redness rising on my cheeks because I didn't know what to do because the little devil in the back of my mind had already started her work again.