Midsummer's || dks + pcy || discontinued

Hot & Cold

Warning: Smut

|| Morgan ||

I was outside again.

The looming building I had once stood outside gazing at was ahead of me once more, only this time the darkness of night made it seemingly sinister and Chanyeol was no longer beside me to warm my fingertips with his gloves.

It was cold.

I chuckled bitterly, watching the breath from my lips rise above my head and dissipate into the air. I had a habit of surrounding myself with what only consisted of a frostiness that numbed me from the inside out.

But Chanyeol, with cold hands that were no help in warming mine on the gloomiest of nights, still found ways to make my body warm. And now, when I needed his warmth the most, he was not there.

Ronnie, who's fiery words had shocked me into silence, and Chanyeol, who's icy stare had made my entire being cold, were dealing equal amounts of pain and anguish to me. Perhaps that was why they were together tonight. She was the heat that warmed him and he was the frost that cooled her down. Fire and ice; a match made in heaven.

Heaven for some, hell for others, I guess.

I had been standing outside for over a half an hour, hoping to isolate myself from the whole situation. That, and I couldn't stand the wide-eyed stare Kyungsoo had given me after I hung up the phone. It was uncomfortable; I was uncomfortable and the apartment was so fucking cold.

It didn't really make sense, did it? Leaving somewhere freezing to go out into even lower temperatures. At least out here I could be alone.

I wanted to stay outside as long as I could, but I could feel my skin start to numb and the cold without a coat was unbearable. So, pushing aside my stubbornness and pulling my sleeves over my hands, I made my way back inside.

—

The apartment was just as cold as it was before. My breath remained visible and goosebumps coursed up my arms. Ronnie had always preferred it that way, something I could never understand. Kyungsoo sat on the couch, his sleeves rolled up and my phone in his hands. In my frustration I had shoved it to him and walked out. I guess he never put it down.

Reaching around him, I took the phone from his hands, much to his surprise, and leaned against the back of the couch. "You're back?" This sounded like more of a statement than a question, but then again, Kyungsoo wasn't much for showing emotion from what I could tell. He spun around so that he was facing me.

I sighed, glancing down at the screen void of any notifications.  "I couldn't have gone anywhere. My keys were inside with everything else." He murmured some kind of an agreement and turned back around. I absentmindedly began swiping at the screen, bringing the notification center in and out of view as if a missed call would randomly pop up. It didn't work.

"Chanyeol didn't call at all? Or Baekhyun? Or Ronnie?" Kyungsoo didn't say anything, but visibly flinched at the sound of his girlfriend's name.

He turned back around, eyeing the phone in my hands. "No." His voice was higher than it had been. Or was that just me? "None of them called." His heart shaped lips parted ever so slightly, a sigh escaping from them. "I wouldn't try calling them back either," he warned, noticing that I was bringing the phone up to my ear.

Too late. I had dialed Chanyeol's number because I didn't want to leave it at that; with little to no effort from me. I might have said that I didn't care what he did before, but do you ever really mean what you say when you aren't thinking straight? Maybe if I explained the concept of temporary insanity he'd believe me.