Sing me to sleep

Counterflow of Confusion

'I guess it's just the both of us now' he faces towards me, a beaming smirk planted upon his fine face. 'Yeah...' My dazed expression is evidently still present - his mellow fingers cling onto mine. I tempt the brown luscious chocolate of his eyes, melting them as I gape fervidly...seductively. Upon discerning the intimacy of the moment, he exposes his lustrous pearls during his expression of tenderness. 'Just before we met I saw this really chic sundress in Versace, let's check it out it'd be perf..' 'Stop', I interrupt with a warm smile. 'I can't have another guy spend any more on me than Chen already has, it's getting a bit crazy.' 'You're worried about the expense?' He chuckles heartily. 'Come on I'll just buy it already' he tugs at my arm. 'No seriously, I don't want to be a burden'.  'Look, I don't know how Chen shopped with you but with me there's none of this burden crap, if you like it, regardless of the price, I'll get it for you - no questions asked.' Unsure how to respond, my conscience guides me to empower his movements to vigorously wrench his arm in the opposing direction. 'What, you don't want to shop?' Kai questions ebulliently.  I Smile in triumph over successfully getting my point across, 'Yeah, I think we've spent enough time over here, lets head out'. 'Whatever you want tinkerbell, it's your day'. He forms his shredded arm into a loop ensuring for my hands to clasp cordially around. Enfolding my arm across his in an inviting notion, I amusingly enquire, 'Let's not get ahead of ourselves, you ain't my Peter Pan yet'. He dissolves into laughter, holding me harmoniously close as we saunter to the car park where his red flashy Ferrari awaits our seating. 

As the engine conveys us both expeditiously onto the smooth tarmac, we alacritously continue with our chatter. 'So where're we heading to, I really don't mind.' 'Well seen as though you don't mind, I needed to sort some errands out with the guys before the performance.'
The slight mentioning of the rest of them from his deep voice secretly excites me. 'Yeah sure'. 'Don't worry if you're intimidated by some of them-hint, hint, Suho. You can be right by my side the whole time'. 'How old do you think I am, seven?' I feistily ask with a smirk. Kai convulses into chortling. I seem to have a charm to spark his amusement. 'And Suho is the last person you'd consider to be 'intimidating''. 'No seriously, you should see him fretting before shows, he gets really frustrated - you don't wanna see his ugly side.' I snigger at the averted serious tone of his voice. Indicating into a remote area, I assume the arrival of our destination.

I observe, unlike Chen, Kai doesn't offer the opening to my door. Sprinting out radiating waves of energy, I pounce to his side and he wraps his long, muscular arm around my shoulder. Gaining access into the building, accompanied with Kai by my side, I receive diverse, various looks from backstage members; in response to this behaviour, Jong-In assures the crew that I'm a familiar face to inspect and a safe body to be neighbouring the set. 'Jong-in! Jong-in! What were you doing? The show starts in fifteen!' 'No I swear it starts at 6:45 I'm early', 'man, that's halftime!' The long-legged, middle aged man bears his forehead in exasperation. 'When is this going to stop?' Murmuring under his suspiration, Kai spins to face me. Clasping onto my round cheeks he alters his position, lowering his height so that his eyes are in line with mine. 'Hana, I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you, I promise' 'no seriously' I sincerely announce, 'It doesn't bother me' 'oh', he exhales in consolation, 'you're such an angel, just wait in the dressing room, is that okay? I'll meet you at halftime, don't worry' 'sure,' I grin buoyantly, don't worry about me, just do your best up there pan' I gleam in the tone of my humour. Chuckling at the jocularity of my comment, he informs the surrounding crew members to conduct me to the expanse of the room and to supervise my well-being. 'Look out for my tinkerbell' we laugh at the comical stupidity of our assertions. As the pair of us get separated from each other by the grasping of the posse, we manage to sustain each of our fingers affably as we crease up in uncontrollable glee. 'So you're the infamous Hana' the young woman to my right assumes. 'Infamous? Hardly' I joke. 'I'm Mayu by the way, you'll see me often if you'll regularly be with the boys' 'ahaha don't bet on it, this is a one time thing'. She smirks as she tidies a strand of thick black hair of her bob-cut behind her ear. As we wend our way down the narrow hallway we converse in conversation. 'Yeah I am originally Japanese but I have these great dreams of making a living in the  UK'. Swiftly, she opens the brightly illuminated door, inscripted with the band name. As we enter, blazing luminescence spikes my eyesight as I scrutinise the messy room in front of me.' 'Typical of the boys to leave everything in such a pigsty'. We chuckle. The head of a short bald man emerges from the corner of the semi-opened door, 'Mayu, we need you there's been some technical difficulties with some of the mics' he briefly inspects me. 'Sorry, I need to fix a few things, I might be back in a bit if I'm not too caught up'. Smiling cordially as we wave goodbye, the door hails to a shut and I am left alone to ponder in the dressing room of exo. Reality crawls back in as I recall Abby and Amaara frenziedly mentioning attending the concert...what difference will it make, its not like I'm exposing myself, making myself visible to the crowd. I crash onto the mellow leather sofa scouring the photographs of all members as I sink into the lenience. I identify Sehun's black freiknock cap and the shining object of Chen's ring coruscating on the wooden table beside. As time passes, I am imprisoned in the vortex of boredom; I decide to leash my phone out. Opening the camera app I snap pictures of myself depositing across the sofa, pulling ridiculous faces. Snap! Snap! Snap! The door opens as my legs remain in the air, in a comical manner. It's Chen. He doesn't acknowledge my presence, as he fumbles at the front of his jeans completely oblivious of my viewing. I lay, subconsciously gawking until he jumps at the discovery of my existence. 'Hana! I didn't realise you were there', humiliation dominates his emotions as he budgets his fingers away from the area, red faced . I titter nervously, 'why what's up' I ask unashamedly. 'well' he chuckles, 'My jeans appear to too tight and Tak told me to quickly change while the K guys performed. 'Oh, well, do you want me to leave the room' I request 'No it's cool as long as you face the opposite direction. 'Sure, I'll just move around here', I repose onto the opposite sofa. The rustling of material alerts my sensitive ears as I sit with my arms crossed, attempting to avert the current subject of my pondering mind. 'Hey, you can look now.' I turn to see his vein-exposing arms, lucidly highlighting in his sleeveless white shirt, tensely holding the previously worn jeans. As I sit casually with my knees held high to my chin, an awkward silence occurs as I notice Jong-Dae staring intensely at my legs. Embarrassment paints flamingly across the canvas of my face as I realise that the short length of my shorts depict a provocative manner with my current posture, on the verge of flashing. Upon realising my observance of him, he turns away, hand upon his neck delineating mortification. 'H-how was your day with Kai then?' He stutters appearing to be floundering with an object on the table, back turned towards me. 'It was pretty whack, he does make me laugh - such a gentleman too.' I cradle my chestnut locks. Nervous laughter erupts of him, 'bet he didn't buy you Chanel, though did he?' He questions in a whimsical tone. 'Very true, I guess you do win in that aspect.' An ambience of laughter runs. 'No but seriously, he did offer to buy me this sundress from Versace, but I had to pull him away. And I'm still mad at you for how sly you were with the blouse.' I glare at him amiably. 'What can I say, I just have that enigma about me that Kai doesn't.' He considers in pride, head held high, smirking. Before I get the chance to reply, he distraughtly exclaims 'oh my god, what am I doing, I'm meant to be on stage' as the beat of 'Exodus' dances in the milieu. Darting, the 'goodbye' leaves my mouth as the door secures behind him. I sigh heavily, kicking my legs up preparing to scroll through Instagram for the next half an hour.