Entangled with you | SuYeol | Book 1 [One]

4. Inverted

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The sound of a beating heart pattered. He opened his eyes gently as if a bright scene was awaiting his gaze. He clenched his jaw and realized who's arms were wrapped around him. He felt every minuscule beat pulsing through Chanyeol's muscles. He held his breath to feel the exhales course down his neck. He closed his eyes in content.

Suho slowly removed his hand from his own side, and placed it on Chanyeol's hand. He drifted each of his fingers over the protruding knuckles; they were so defined. He slowly grazed the surface of the back of his fist - feeling each vein as it traveled around his hand. He took all of this sensory data in as he lay in wait for the day to start, wishing to never move. This is what perfection felt like. He hoped it was forever.

"Good morning guys! Wake up!" exclaimed Xiumin, as morning had arrived in the Exo house.

Suho slowly stretched his limbs as he felt Chanyeol leave his bed. He rolled over on his back to stare up at the ceiling; trying to imagine how the events of today would unfold. His mind was blank. There were no thoughts--no sudden realizations. He groaned on the inside, trying desperately not to let it out.

Everyone hopped out of bed, rather exhausted from the previous day. Each member scattered to get dressed and begin working on their separate tasks. Suho looked around the room, noticing everyone had left. He took a deep breath and gathered enough energy to move his legs out of bed. He slowly got up, and pushed himself into a standing position. As he rubbed his eyes, the only thought that kept him going was of keeping his group together. He got a hold of himself and pushed his body to move to the kitchen. Breakfast was waiting to be cooked.

Suho held his forehead and sighed while opening the door to the pantry. He had absolutely no will nor energy to do anything. He threw his hands up in the air in an effort to bring any sort of life to his body. He stopped and thought about the tall one's smile; how much energy he always had. Surely he needed food. The idea of keeping Chanyeol alive and energetic was enough to wake him out of his stupor. He got up the motivation to pick something to eat, choosing to cut up radishes and make a moosaengchae salad to go with a light soup.

Suho started searching around the kitchen for cutting utensils and other seasonings to add to the soup. He bent down to open a cupboard when suddenly he noticed a pair of feet stooped in front of him.

"Need help?" said Chanyeol, as he tapped his foot lightly in jest.

"Chan...yeol," replied Suho, his face lighting up with a muted yet sincere smile.

"Move over, I'll do the hard part," scoffed Chanyeol, as he bumped Suho over with his hips.

Suho half-smiled with a slight startled look as he glanced over his shoulder. He thought to himself how rarely anyone had noticed or offered him help. Appreciation settled in quick for this new display of sincerity. He started to drift off into emotional thought, but remembered Chanyeol was right beside him. He shook his head out of his thought process and moved his eyes to watch as Chanyeol began cutting up radishes, ginger, scallions, and peppers.

Chanyeol's fingers moved so fast, without missing a beat. He picked up each radish with swift ease, and in a seemingly single motion; cut each piece to completion. Suho could only gander in awe at this display of skill. It was almost hypnotizing to him. He peered up and caught Chanyeol sneaking a peek as well. Chanyeol let out a small cocky giggle that immediately made Suho turn the other direction in embarrassment.