my blood | park seonghwa

six

Your eyes crack open almost immediately upon hearing the knock on your door. The feeling of panic which resides in your chest fades after a few moments upon you remembering that you are no longer staying in your apartment. A line of dominoes of your memory from the previous night begin to fall as you recall being held by Seonghwa.

After a few moments you realise you don't remember returning to the guest room. You are brought crashing from your thoughts as the door to the room is pushed open silently. Seonghwa stands in the doorway, his gaze immediately meeting with yours.

"You fell asleep whilst I was holding you," He explains, almost seeming to read your thoughts. "I worried that your mortal state would mean that your back or even your...neck could become quite sore from sleeping at a bad angle. So I brought you back to your room."

You respond with a simple nod. Just as you go to mutter a thanks you take notice of how the male in your doorway isn't holding his usual expression of nonchalance. There is a crease of concern in his forehead as he looks upon you.

"Is something wrong?" The question escapes your lips before you can even think twice about it. Seonghwa seems almost surprised by you asking this but doesn't allow himself to falter.

"I have woken you because I need you to get dressed," He informs you without moving his line of eye contact. "We have to pay an old friend a visit, quite urgently."

"How am I supposed to get dressed when all of my clothes are back at my apartment?" It is a fair question yet the dark haired male before you doesn't even pause to consider this as he answers it in an instant.

"We have clothes prepared for you in the wardrobe. Please don't waste too much time, my friend doesn't appreciate tardiness," Seonghwa smiles briefly before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

With a simple kick of your feet, you had the blankets pushed aside as you made your way out of the bed. It was quite clear that this matter was one of urgency, but it left you slightly confused as to why you were required to attend. It probably had a lot to do with the need for your protection, but wouldn't it place you at risk to tag along for a simple visit to the other's friends.

You pulled open the top drawer of the wardrobe, brows rising in surprise as you notice an arrangement of shirts which all seem to be in your size. Checking the remaining drawers, you discover other items of pants and skirts, all of which in your size.

The best option at this stage seemed to be a simple pair of black ripped jeans along with a loose shirt in the shade of grey. It loosely touched your shoulders, the rest of the fabric flowing downward as it hid your shape.

A pair of black boots had been left by the door which you conveniently slipped into before making your way out of the room and down the stairs. You were greeted by both San and Jongho as they hovered by the base of the staircase.

"Morning sleeping beauty," Jongho remarks, looking quite impatient You didn't think you had taken that long, then again you didn't have access to a clock within your room.

"Do I really need to rip out your tongue again?" San threatens with a deadpanned expression. Yet the word which sticks out to you is again. From what you had learned so far about this place, it wouldn't surprise you if he had in fact done this before.

"Choi Jongho!" The sudden yell of the name from who you recognised to be Seonghwa rippled from beneath the stairs, a room which you hadn't even noticed being there. "I asked you to do one simple task yesterday, care to tell me why you didn't do it?"

San looks over to you, his mischievous smile suggesting he knew exactly what this was about. You could only look on as Jongho muttered a string of curses beneath his breath.