Sing me to sleep

Reconciliation?

I peer again. He vanishes. Lunging out of the door like a flechette, a flare of electricity gushes up my spine as pending questions and perplexed emotions gyrate. My short legs leap formidably far, encountering others during the process - I do not inhabit any shame of the sort, rampaging the hotel floor; assassinating the stairs. Smack. Puffing, I pause to regain my breath, 'I'm honestly so sorry' I plead  holding onto the wall. After a silent response, I look up to see his head dwelling down at me, a beam lurking at the corners of his thin lips. Within seconds he ravishes me from the floor and swings me into his tense arms. I grasp onto his stiff biceps, dumbfounded as he sprints through the storey, fingers secured around my waist - I examine his charged face, rigid veins appearing at his temples as beads of sweat moisten the edges of his Leata snapback. As we approach my bedroom, it becomes apparent that he recognises it, pulls out a room card even. Yanking the door open forcefully, successfully carrying my body in one arm, he strikes it shut after taking foot. Tentatively, he sits on the bed, leaving me in the position of remaining perched on his knees; his fixed eyes don't leave my reddening face. As he notices my demure behaviour, modestly, he positions me on the silken sheets. Following moments of intensity, he clears his throat. 'Just tell me, who were they? What were their names'. Confusion gnaws at my thoughts, and he identifies my perplexity. In a soothing tone he targets my puzzlement: 'I saw it all, what they did to you. I was there. They hit you.' His voice cracks at the mentioning of the last sentence. Now is the time to address my bewilderedness of his absurd interference towards the entire situation. 'Why does my situation bother you so much, I'm a stranger- you don't know me. Why are you even here?' Looking away from my face and towards the light refracting window, he, as if struck with agitation, removes his inverted snapback and ruffles through his thick hazel hair. Resting his fingers upon his neck, gazing beyond, he opens his mouth and then gapes it closed, oppressing his words. He strains the strings of my patience. Almost psychically, analysing my thoughts, he glances over at me 'you shine, you saved me too-my saviour.' His deep voice quietens as rouge tinges his scalding cheeks - I envelope them. Despite the quarrel of confusion still panging at my head, I resign my selfish regards and focus on him - his silence showcases expressions of dismay. He supported me during my perturbation, so what objection could prevent me from solacing mutually? Swiftly, I crawl onto his lap; his hands hold me close as I radiate tender warmth from his muscular torso. I smoothly rub his back in circular motions, amiably, as if expelling his frustration - it seems to bring him composure. His head digs into my neck and he KNOCK KNOCK. 'Hana! I almost left without my wallet, open up!' Amaara's bubbly voice emerges from the opposite side of the door. Chen gawks at me in mortification, I clamber off his lean body. Engrossed in utter shock, he sits still in the same position - legs crossed. I consider low underneath the bed..no - too risky. I whisper in desperation 'Get in the wardrobe.' I clench onto his wrists as he warily tip-toes into the compact capacity heedfully sealing it shut. 'Come on, what are you doing, Abby's waiting for me'. I hurtle to the doorknob and hurl it open. Sighing she speaks with a hint of relief and humour: 'what were you doing? I was beginning to think you were going to being caught in the act with somebody else!' I nervously giggle, 'no I was just getting dressed'. 'Alright then but if you need me then just phone my number'. 'Thanks Amaara,' I ache for her withdrawal as I aid her out of the door. 'Come on Amaara' I hear Abby's breathless voice echoing among the corridor. As she catches sight of me she exclaims in elation. 'You will never guess what, exo just announced a gig near Yongsan-dong, and we're going exactly there!' I mildly sense a snort of amusement from the wardrobe. 'Wow that sounds great..have fun, haha'. I'm lost for words, thrown in a pool of awkwardness. 'We will, and don't you worry, we won't forget to tell Kai about your future with him and your adorable babies'. Discomfiture twinges at my instincts, I hope he didn't hear that. 'Bye then Mrs Jong-in' I hear him retain a cough. Discreetly shoving them out of the room, I shriek goodbye. I exhale a  sigh of alleviation as he slithers out of the restricted space. Almost in humility, his glistening eyes avoid meeting mine. Moments of silence pass. 'So there's an appearance near the memorial then'. He nods, 'I'm not too up to it though but if you'd rather go with your friends to see Kai and the rest then I'm free to drop you off'. 'Hmm neither am I to be honest' I profess. His eyes beam radiantly as if reclaiming newfound vitality.'I want to take you out today', he timidly looks away again, flushing crimson . 'I wouldn't mind that' I grin in coy.
Retrieving his snapback from the bedsheets, containing a simper, he pronounces clearly 'it's settled'.