Midnight Howl

Citrine

Double update!!
Citrine is said to open one's mind to new thoughts.

Yixing woke up with a killer headache and a pounding heart. He remembered bits and pieces of the night before.

He remembered Lola, he remembered the lights going out and he remembered two males. Then it was fuzzy.

Yixing sat up. He blinked once, twice, and then rubbed his eyes. He looked around, tensing as he realized that he was not at his home.

His bedroom in his narrow one floor apartment was small, crappy and filled with junk. It had low walls that had cracks going up the sides and onto the ceiling. But this room, it was large. Larger than Yixing's whole apartment.

The curtains were drawn but there was thin rays of light streaming in through the tiny gaps. Yixing was sitting in the middle of a large bed, queen sized and surrounded by many pillows. Cute sheep ones, ones with smiley faces on them and normal fluffy ones.

Suddenly the door swung open, causing Yixing to pull the covers up to his face, as if the pastel blue duvet would protect him.

In came a tall male. He was lean. His hair was bright orange and spiked in different directions, as if he couldn't be bothered to comb it.

Yixing watched closely as the male waltzed in, grinning widely, "Why hello there sleeping beauty. How'd ya sleep?" His voice was playful, and although he seemed younger than Yixing, he spoke freely.

Yixing watched as the man walked over to the windows, going up on his toes to open the curtains. In the bright sunlight, Yixing could see that the male's chest was exposed from his shirt being unbuttoned. His torso was decorated by bright colored tattoos, his hands covered in rings that chained down to a bracelet.

He carried himself in a certain way, very carefree and loose. He was a free bird, no attachments and no anchors.

"Sehun-ah, how many times have I told you not to barge into rooms like that."

Yixing flinched as another male walked into the room, holding a large tray. He was shorter then 'Sehun'. As he walked closer, Yixing noticed his face was dusted by freckles; but if they were real or not, Yixing couldn't tell.

"I'm sorry for that hyperactive puppy but I'm Kyungsoo." Yixing watched warily as this 'Kyungsoo' guy set down a large tray on the bed.

He took off the top, revealing a feast of different breakfast foods. Ranging from a traditional Korean dish to a western plate of waffles, there was everything.

Yixing's eyes were wide, his mouth dropped open as he took in all the food. As a young college student living on his own, he had never seen such expensive tastes. Kyungsoo took his silence as displeasure.

The brown haired male frowned, "What's wrong? Is there not enough? Is it bad? Sehun go bring some more of the ri-"

"No!"

Kyungsoo turned around, eyes wide with surprise. He didn't except such a soft spoken voice.

Yixing faltered, his cheeks burning red from the attention he was getting from both Kyungsoo and Sehun, "N-no. It's good. Actually it's...it's a bit too much. Thank you."

Kyungsoo was quick to smile, "Of course. I'll take anything you don't finish."

With that, the short male stood up and exited the room. Sehun stood by his spot near the window, leaning against the wall as he looked out. Yixing wondered if he was cold, you know, with his shirt that unbuttoned and all.