Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

27.

With a final promise of "handling Chanyeol", Luhan left my room. A heavy feeling of emptiness settled over me and I clutched my blankets closer to my chest in an attempt to halfheartedly comfort myself.

It didn't help.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, and luckily no one came in to disturb me outside of one of the humans who has been consistently bring me meals when I don't leave my room. I wish I could learn their names or something. This one has come in multiple times. He's been here so often that I've almost memorized his face. He's a small boy. Probably around 16 years old with deep black hair. He still hasn't said a single word to me, and I'm beginning to wonder if it's just a rule human boys have to follow.

Maybe I should try to talk to him first.

**

The first thing next morning, Chanyeol is nudging me awake with quick shakes. I'm barely awake when he begins to passionately apologize for yesterday.

"Oh good you're awake," we both know that I'm not "I didn't mean to scare you yesterday! I had no idea you were so terrified of fire I swear, and I'll try not to use it around you again. I just don't want you to suddenly hate me because of whatever happened to you, and I promise you I'll never use it to hurt you." He says with truthful eyes. He's leaning over me and all I can make out is his bright ass red hair with my blurry morning vision. I groan and rub at my eyes not even fully registering the fact that he's talking to me. "Also I'm in."

"In what, Chanyeol?" I ask groggily.

"Whatever it is you're doing. I want to help in any way that I can with the thing you're doing...with Kris and Luhan." He whispers the last part to me, and I hum only half listening at this point. "Whatever it is that you're doing, I'm in." he says once more. I nod and begin to pull the covers over my face peeking at him through one squinted eye.

"Okay. Thanks for all of that, but I'm tired and you're too loud and I want to go back to sleep please."

"I can't leave until I know that you're okay."

"I'm fine. It's no big deal really." Hoping that he'll hop off my case, I snuggle further into my sheets. I close my eye and fall back into my blanket hoping to find some more time to sleep.

"Hey...hey get up."

"No."

"You gotta."

"Why?"

"You just gotta." I don't respond, but that seems to be an insufficient answer to the other. He forcefully shoves me a few times until I whine loud enough to get him to stop. Tossing the blankets away and sending my deadliest glare at the man, I sit up. He only blinks unaffected. "You should eat breakfast; you've got a busy day today."

If I wasn't such a nonviolent person I would fucking rip his throat out right here and now for disrupting my sleep cycle. I'm exhausted and his deep voice is only making me sleepier.

Fuck breakfast.

Fuck a busy day.

All I want to know is sleep.

I blink hard one time and mentally prepare myself to stay awake since it seems as though the friendly giant here won't let me do anything otherwise.

"Are you taking me to the Queen's room?" I stretch my arms above my head and let out a large yawn afterwards.

"No. I'm taking you to get breakfast. You don't have to change. Come on." He grabs my hand starts yanking me off the mattress.

"Wait! I don't have on pants! I can't go out like this. Let me go!" I pull away and wobble over to my closet to find a pair of sweats for the trip. I rub at my eyes once more while scanning the racks.