Deer Luhan, With Love

62

Chapter 62 – In Which There Is Far Too Much Monkey Business

Deer Luhan,

We should both dress up as me more often.  It has surprisingly entertaining results.

Leigh

I was totally disorientated when I woke up.  It could have had something to do with the fact that I’d migrated to lie across the width of the bed while I slept and was now sprawled out like a starfish, pillow nowhere to be seen and duvet tangled around my legs while my head hung over the side, though it was more likely because I was somewhere I didn’t recognise at all and having all the blood in my head wasn’t really helping me to think.

With a groan, I sat up and shifted around into a more normal position.  Luhan was sound asleep in the bed next to me and so motionless he could have been dead, and Sehun had curled up in a foetal position in the armchair, his face apparently a bookmark for A Game of Thrones.  Stretching, I checked my watch and saw that it was quarter past seven in the morning.  From what I remembered, we didn’t have much of a schedule today, although in the aftermath of the variety show filming being a day earlier than anticipated, the manager had insisted on getting an interview with a local magazine for this evening and Luhan and I were going to have to sort out who was going to do it and who was going to sit on the side.  There were a couple of school visits on Monday and Tuesday and then the whole of Wednesday was going to be taken up filming for the variety show in China.  Lay had promised to show me around Changsha on the Thursday as it was his hometown and Thursday was a free day.  It was something to look forward to.

But before all of that, it was probably a good idea to figure out how I was going to get back into Kai and D.O.’s room without alerting anybody to the fact I hadn’t been in there all night, and it wasn’t going to be easy when there wasn’t a way I could pick the lock because all the doors used electromagnetic cards as keys.  Biting my lip, I swung my legs out of bed and opened the doors out onto the balcony, hoping that some fresh air might help me to think.

It was only once I was actually on the balcony and saw that the doors for the balcony windows for the next two balconies along were open that I remembered Kris mentioning something about rooms being connected by balconies along with the implication that Luhan and I could use them for quick escapes into other rooms if we needed to.

Kris’ idea of “connected” differed somewhat from mine in that there was a gap of at least three feet between each balcony and the concrete ledges were surrounded by iron railings  about half my height and there were plenty of plant pots in the way, not to mention that I only had recourse to parkour of any kind when my life was in serious danger.  Still, I wasn’t in the mood for the OhReeLee shippers, and my mouth was beginning to feel seriously icky because I hadn’t been able to brush my teeth the previous evening.  I was pretty sure Sehun and Luhan were bright enough to figure out that I’d gone back to my own room when they woke to find me missing, so I screwed up my courage and scrambled onto the railings.  From what I could remember from the floorplan, the next balcony along was Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s and mine was the one after that.

My ninja-like diveroll landing between a potted palm tree and an orange tree that looked extremely lost almost had me whooping with delight, but I restrained myself and moved on.  My next landing wasn’t so neat: I lost my concentration because I thought I heard voices from the room, and I ended up knocking over and nearly breaking some large exotic potted shrub, but when nobody came flying outside to see what the commotion was, I figured my ears must have been playing tricks on me.  Feeling like a schoolgirl sneaking back onto campus after bunking a couple of lessons, I slipped through the double doors.