Deer Luhan, With Love

60

Chapter 60 – In Which I Learn DoNotReply’s Name

Deer Luhan,

Why didn’t I think to ask Chanyeol to take photos of Chen and Baekhyun while they slept?

Leigh

I awoke to the smell of coffee and the feeling of warm breath ghosting across my nose.  Turning my head away, I yawned and tried to stretch.

There was a body in the way.  My eyes popped open with surprise and I lifted my head up, looking down to see Sehun wrapped around me sort of like a burrito.  His head was resting on my right arm and his arms were around my waist, pinning mine to my sides.

For a moment, I was utterly baffled as to what had happened.  Then I remembered him coming down to comfort me last night.  There was a lot of skin showing on his part, though, and the daylight filtering in through the curtain and window was making it extremely obvious.  Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, if Luhan sees this….

I carefully extracted an arm from Sehun’s grip and tried to nudge his limbs away.  It didn’t work.  Sighing, I rolled over.

And came face to face with a smirking Luhan.

“Holy sh*t!”

He snickered and blew air across my nose again.  I realised with growing horror that he had to have been the one who woke me up: his forearms were on top of each other on the thin mattress directly beside my face, and his head was resting on them.  Unlike Sehun, he was also fully dressed.

“Don’t worry,” Luhan told me with a wink as I sat up in a panic, causing Sehun to whine softly in his sleep and try to tighten his grip around me.  “I didn’t see anything.”

Eyeing Luhan distrustfully, I set about trying to free myself from the human burrito.

“Chen didn’t see anything either,” Luhan added, and I froze.

“Chen was in here?”

“Yup.  Came in for clothes not twenty minutes back.”  Luhan pointed to the suitcase rack, and I saw that some of the cases had been moved.

“F*ck my life,” I groaned in despair, flopping back onto the mattress.  Sehun immediately snuggled up again.

“Chen actually didn’t see anything, though,” said Luhan, lifting his head off his arms and straightening up.  “I switched you and Sehun around so Sehun would be less visible and then stood in the way of the view of you two and chatted to him.  He was kind of disappointed nothing had happened and he’s too small to see into the top bunk.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Actually,” Luhan went on, turning to the table and fussing with something on it, “he asked me last night to take photos and stuff if you two did anything at all.  I was going to because I woke up nearly an hour ago, but the sight was so adorable I just ended up watching you instead.”

“You could have woken me up earlier,” I grumbled as he turned back and handed me a steaming plastic cup of coffee.  “Watching people sleeping is creepy.”

“Well, look,” he said, holding up his phone.  “Literally the only photo I have is the one that’s now my background.  You can’t deny it’s super cute.”

My words died in my throat when I saw the picture, partially out of abject horror and partially because he was right.  Sehun and I were curled up around each other like a pair of puppies, his hand tucking my head in under his, and the light caught the profile of his face perfectly, highlighting his features – and also exactly how tired he looked.  I couldn’t help a glance at the sleeping boy beside me.  The poor thing had bags under his eyes.