Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

44.

The first thing I see when I wake up is brown hair. Short, curly brown hair.

Now, let me go ahead and say that I don't recall knowing anyone with brown hair, and in my morning haze seeing this style and not being able to register a face, was beyond too much for my mind to handle.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Ch-Chanyeol?"

"Uh, yeah? Who else would I be?"

"You aren't Chanyeol, he has red hair..."

"You see, there's this thing called hair dye, and my hair isn't actually red. Are you really that stupi-"

I groan and sit up fully so that I can push the offending face away from my own. "Yep, you're Chanyeol. No one else would wake up ready to start calling me names," I grumble irritated. I catch sight of his blinding smile and rub at my eyes angrily.

"It's how I show affection," he says simply in that damned deep voice of his.

I grumble curses under my breath. "What time is it?" I get out through a yawn.

"Almost 10," he says.

"10...WAIT DID I SLEEP IN? HOLY SHIT WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE-"

Chanyeol pushes me back down by the shoulders and laughs wildly. "Calm down. The party doesn't even start until 5 o'clock, and no one is going to come and get you dressed until at least noon."

"Well then why the hell did you wake me up!? I could have slept for..."

"2 more-"

"2 more hours!"

"Because," he settles back on the covers and crosses his legs under him. "We need to talk."

Oh, great. That's never a good thing to hear. "Bloody hell..." I rub at my eyes roughly. Time to wake up fully, this doesn't sound like a conversation I can half-assedly listen to. He has on his serious voice, and there's something in his expression that's making me uneasy. "Talk...about what?" I ask now more attentive.

Chanyeol rocks in his spot and takes in a deep breath. "About Wheein. About you."

Oh fuck me.

"What about...us?" I ask slowly.

He exhales heavily while shifting and resettling in a new sitting position. "About how you know about her...and about how you don't have any questions since you apparently know everything."

"Look here Chanyeol...I get that you must be concerned since I know about you guys' little secret or whatever, but I'm not going to bring her up. I don't want you guys to feel uncomfortable since second best here is talking about Wheein and you guys want to keep the memory of her sacred or something-"

"Wait what? Second best? June what are you even talking about?" I don't answer him. He leans forward with a frown between his brows. "June, what do you mean second best?"

"I'm hungry, I'm going to grab something to eat-"

"No, you aren't escaping yet. You've been acting strange ever since you got back." I've been acting strange since I got back? I wonder the fuck why. "You've been really moody and irrationally angry at random times, and you don't tell us anything so we don't know how to help you! It feels like Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Junmyeon know you better than Sehun and I do and we knew you first. It feels like you talk to Baekhyun and Jongdae more than us and you don't even like them."

I close my eyes and try to contain the increase in my heartrate at his voice growing in volume. "You wanna know why I've been acting strange? Really? You want to know why I don't talk to you guys about everything that I'm thinking about?" I open my eyes and take in his face covered in what seems to be angry humiliation. "It's because I was fucking kidnapped Chanyeol. I was fucking kidnapped and tortured while I was there. They used the very things that made me happy to break me down, and I couldn't tell whether what I was experiencing was real or just another hallucination I was forced to go through. I'm still not even fucking sure that this is real and not fake.