"I hate this place," Sehun nearly trips over his long, slender legs as he stumbles out of the car.
Chanyeol ignores his friend's sappy comments and unlocks the trunk of his car. He fishes out a light suitcase and lightly tosses it to the other. "Catch,"
The younger catches the case and brings it down to meet the side of his right thigh. "What's inside?"
"A suit," Chanyeol nods towards the elevator, and Sehun rolls his eyes, knowing the clothes were for when the other got sick of what he already wore.
Together, the two ride up the elevator, which seemed to take longer than it normally did. Sehun couldn't tell if it was because it's been a while since they took the elevator together, or maybe it was the unavoidable silence keeping the two of them distant.
Sehun shuffled back and forth on his feet, thinking back to last Sunday, when they last rode up together. He recalled his theory, of Chanyeol being hot and Xiumin cold. It seemed like weeks ago when Chanyeol called him an airhead. What seemed like a small, careless joke ended up turning into something much different.
"Why do you trust him all of a sudden?" Sehun piped up, waving away the awkward silence.
Chanyeol seemed to be more fascinated with his reflection in the elevator wall than his friend's question. He adjusted his collar and shrugged. "I could ask you the same thing,"
Sehun rocks back and forth on his heels, his hands balled into fists in his pockets. He looks up at his friend and glared. "That's fair," he muttered to himself.
The elevator went up smoothly, making Sehun's stomach somersault as it always did. Chanyeol cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling. "You really wanna know?"
Sehun half nodded. "I mean, at first you were so... hesitant."
"I know what I was before," Chanyeol tapped the sides of his legs. Getting him to open up was an art that Sehun had mastered over the years. "I didn't trust him, at first. But like you said, like he mentioned, he was just scared."
"Scared..." Sehun repeated quietly.
"They were really onto us..." Chanyeol turned to the younger. "I saw it, you saw it. No wonder he fought us; he can't trust anyone, he's on the run."
Sehun found it funny how drastically his attitude toward Kyungsoo had changed. Knowing Chanyeol, he hated change. Kyungsoo, the new character playing such a significant role in Sehun's life, was enough to make Chanyeol ballistic - in a good way.
The elevator doors finally opened up, and the young men stepped out onto their office landing. Chanyeol's eyes flickered left and right, scanning for anyone or anything suspicious. When nothing odd was seen in his sight, he motioned for Sehun to step out of the elevator.
"Be careful," Chanyeol hushed, running his fingers along the wall like he used to when he was younger.
Sehun crept closely behind his friend, glancing over in hopes of spotting a figure cloaked in red.
"You have your card, right?" Sehun turned to his friend, who was unlocking the door to his office.
Chanyeol nodded, and pulled Sehun into his office before slamming the door shut.
"Close all the blinds," Chanyeol pointed at the bay windows facing the skyscrapers that poked up from the city streets. "And the cameras," he nodded to the small camera hooked in the corner above his desk.
As Chanyeol desperately searched through the contents of his drawer for an extra phone, Sehun draped himself over a leather seat after successfully closing the blinds.
