Bad Game | OSH

Chapter Twenty-Nine

A new day was born outside and the clock was already past ten in the morning. Eireen should wake up and get out of bed, but no. She remixed her body between the sheets and turned her face to the light as she forgot to close the blinds the night before. She noticed Sehun sleeping like an angel beside her, his hair disheveled and his half-open mouth. The girl with black hair stayed in the laziness a little longer, after all she didn't have much to do. It was November 31st. The long-awaited "Halloween", which everyone loves to go out at night, wearing costumes and drinking until they fall without having to worry about the next day because it was a free day; but her belly snoring and rebelling because she hadn't eaten in hours didn't give her much peace. But at least it gave her the courage to get out of bed.

At some cost, Eireen let her body guide her to the kitchen and prepare her something to endure the day. Then, with a cup of coffee to warm her palms, she took the remote, in an initiative to turn on the TV. Amidst the polemics and other uninteresting news, the will was limited to turning off the screen and returning to her room. She opened the sliding window and, on the balcony, left her skeleton to rest on the esplanade she had composed. With her gaze fixed on the street, she was able to decipher several silhouettes, together in groups, in a morning walk. The cup rested on the glass table, while her gaze followed them, surprised that it was so early and they already had so much motivation to walk in the street doing exercise. Eireen took a deep breath, and the fresh air fills her lungs, as does the whole concept of autumn. The sun shines and the breeze is enough to make her hair fly. Her thoughts dispersed as she felt a cold touch on her shoulder that had been warmed up by the sun in the time she had been sitting there. 

"Must be a miracle, you actually got up early." Sehun said in a surprised tone and went on the balcony staring at his girlfriend. "What are you doing?"

"Getting some air." Eireen answered him and focused her gaze on him. "I'm sorry if I woke you up when I opened the window."

"Are you feeling okay?" 

"Yeah, I am." She shook her head with a slightly grin on her face. "Aren't you hungry? You should go eat something."

"You sure?" Sehun asked for confirmation. "Have you eaten?"

"Yes, dad." Eireen joked. "I've also fed Seth, if he goes near you, ignore him." She said, grabbing her cup, she was standing on the table and shaking her opposite hand in the air.

"Didn't know you had a daddy kink." Sehun teased her with a grin. "You're revealing yourself." 

"That's not what I meant." 

"Of course not." He nodded and let out a chuckle going back in and leaving the room.

Eireen got up again, eventually. But now only to drag her laptop near you. Although it was Sunday and the next day she is not going to work she wanted to enjoy the morning, and while Sehun was having breakfast, to advance some work. In three sips she finished her coffee, which made her drag the cup away. She set her body on the chair and leaned back, the moment she received an email from a colleague of hers. She read the e-mail carefully and needed a notebook. Her gaze turned to the inside of the room, but for the laziness of reaching the desk, she only opened Word, as she pointed out what was important. 

Sehun had appeared in the bedroom again after breakfast, went to the balcony and put his hands on the girl's shoulders, massaging them and leaned forward, giving her a kiss on the head. He went back inside, lying on the bed cross-legged and with his mobile phone in his hand. The cat, who was almost their son, joined Sehun, lying down and snuggling against his body. Not knowing how long it lasted, Sehun eventually fell asleep and she continued to pay attention to what she was doing. Anyway, she looked straight ahead at the desk in front of her. It was thirteen o'clock and, as usual, she could see a crowd of students crossing the gates of the large grey building. Some sitting on the wall while they had lunch together, others returning home, either on a break or at the end of another day of school. Some adults returned from their lunch break and others went to their lunch break. She finished everything she had to do. Before she decided to wake up Sehun and go to lunch, she took her mobile phone. Seeing the group conversation she had with Astrid and Azra. They were both talking about Halloween. Azra kept refusing to go. She had plans with her couch, a warm blanket, a bowl of popcorn and her boyfriend. Astrid was debating which costume she would wear and demonstrating her concern that Sungjin would choose a bad or no fun at all costume. Without answering, Eireen left the application and ended up on some other social network and, as she slid through publications, she could gather some people, they were already preparing things for the evening. Others showed no interest at all. The girl sighed and lifted her body from where she spent practically three hours. Laying her computer on her desk and looking at Sehun asleep. To the kitchen she followed in wooly steps, which matched her whispering voice, which was whispering indecipherable songs, for her lack of skill. At least something she could do really well is cook. As she continued whispering, she proceeded to make a lunch. When you finished making lunch, a simple Asian ramen noodle salad. She put it all in a glass bowl and put it in the center of the table that already had two plates, cutlery, glasses and napkins. She took off her apron, put it on the marble countertop together with the cloth she had just used to dry her hands, and went into the bedroom. The door was ajar. With her fingertips touching the soft surface of the door, she pushed the door and entered, approaching the bed and sitting on her leg. She ran her index finger across Sehun's face. She put her hand on his shoulder and, as she shook him slightly, Sehun opened his eyes and stretched out. He lifted his body with some laziness, remaining silent as if waiting for his soul to return to his body. Eireen grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the room.