Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

47.

I wake up wrapped in...unfamiliar arms.

Well, the arms aren't totally unfamiliar, but I definitely haven't woken up in these arms before. I blink dazedly around the pitch-black room and attempt to get my mind to leave its fuzzy post sleep state. I don't feel scared or afraid, so there's no reason for me to freak out about not waking up in my bed.

I would still like to know where the fuck I am all of a sudden, and who the fuck is holding me.

Trying not to wake up the other, I shift back away from the chest I was resting against. I squint as if it's going to help me see any better in the dark. The other person stirs in their sleep and groans tiredly.

"June?"

"Soo?" I ask in disbelief. He grunts and shifts again before letting me go. When he sits up he leans over and turns on a dim lamp. I go blind.

"How are you feeling?" he asks sleepily. I look at him through narrowed eyes as I get adjusted to the new light. He rubs at his eyes. His hair is sticking up like a porcupine.

Cute.

"Tired."

"Mm. Do you need to go back to sleep? It's only..." he yawns and glances at the tiny projection of the time next to his lamp. "2am."

"What am I doing here?" I glance around and take in the darkened room that I remember being in before Suho and Tao came in and...

Oh.

"It seems like I don't have to tell you..." he says slowly. I blink and look over at the lump of a person in the bed across the small room. Is that Jongin? Is he alive over there? "He's fine," Kyungsoo says after following my gaze. "He sleeps like a rock. He fell asleep after asking me a thousand questions about whether you were okay."

I grunt.

Turning back to Kyungsoo, I find him looking over my face with a lot more focus that I thought anyone could be capable of at 2 in the morning. Not to mention the fact the I just happened to be sleeping in his bed.

Kyungsoo has barely even hugged me before.

"Are you okay?" I ask him quietly.

He hums. "Yeah. Just a little freaked out..."

"Because of...me?"

He hums again.

I look down at my blanket covered legs. Great. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything. It's not even that big of a deal...it happens sometimes. You don't have to worry."

"That's not it," he says distractedly. I scrunch up my nose and pick at the strings of the fraying blanket. I don't like the way he's looking at me. I feel like his gaze is pulling out all of my flaws and secrets and evil deeds and it makes me feel too vulnerable.

Damn him and those large fucking owl eyes.

"Are you up to going out to the garden?"

**

"Okay, this is getting gross let go."

It starts off just as it did at the party the boys held for me in the Charmer hall. There was food, drinks, decorations, familiarity. The mass of bodies that had all decided to create huge group hug had started to sway just as it had then, and I knew what would be next. From the middle of the groupi braced myself for the fall that would be coming.

Closed my eyes, held my breath.

But instead of falling, everything was instead flying. Flying away from me.