Torn // exo x reader

29; cold

Her feet are cold and so are her hands. She attempts to pull her legs back under the blanket, but even that minuscule action requires too much effort, more than she's prepared to give.

As if Jongin reads her mind, a second blanket is laid on top of the first, and she opens her left eye to see him leaning over her, a hat over his head and breath hot and visible despite them both being inside.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

she groans, closing her eye back up and sinking her head farther into the pillow.

"No. Try again tomorrow maybe."

Jongin laughs, moving away from her to the chair in the corner, sitting beside the bed and next to a Baekhyun too interested in a book to move his head out of it.

Something isn't right.

It's too cold, and Baekhyun's head is in a book. By no means was he not intelligent, but as long as she knew him, he never chose a book over the company of other people. Or literally anything else.

"Baekhyun, what're you reading?"

He doesn't answer, and Jongin looks over behind the spine and giggles to himself quietly, closing his eyes and leaning back.

"Hey, stupid, what are you reading?"

He doesn't answer again, and Jongin falls into another round of soft giggles.

She sits up finally, the cold hair hitting her and making her hiss and lay back down.

She convinces herself she doesn't care that much. He can ignore her, whatever.

That's when he slumps forward, the book falling out of his hands and she sees his eyes closed and mouth agape when she realizes he was asleep. Behind a book.

She doesn't even have it in her to laugh.

She summons the energy and willpower to sit up again, just deciding to wrap the blanket around her head as well like an old hag.

The door opens softly, and it's Yifan, and she avoids his eyes.

And so does Jongin.

Yifan clears his throat, and Jongin just grabs Baekhyun by the collar and drags his sleeping body out the door.

"Y/N," Jongin starts, looking right past Yifan like he doesn't exist, "We're gonna go get some food."

Yifan sits in the seat previously occupied by Jongin, breathing a shaky breath into the cold room, handing over a hat to Y/N.

"I'm leaving."

Y/N doesn't even register that he spoke, just staring at the door Jongin left from and pretending nothing else is happening.

He saved her outside. She should be grateful.

She should be kissing the ground he walked on.

But she can't bring herself to look him in the eyes.

"There are other people, other places that need me. I figured I'd at least wait until you woke up."

She doesn't acknowledge him again.

She knows his eyes are reaching for her, that he wants her to say something.

She finally indulges him as his feet reach the door.

"What if we need you? W-What if-what if I need you?"

Yifan laughs, not turning from the door, and now she knows how he felt just seconds ago.