“ room eight

@oh sehun [rs] He looked at him before letting out a quiet, tired sigh. This guy, always playing little games. He hadn't changed much from high school, always that typical tall Sehun with those rare expressions. Except it was better now, when Taemin first met him Sehun wouldn't even smile. They've somehow grown to be so close, that Sehun once cried in front of him. It was amusing, the younger. He softly closed his eyes upon feeling a light peck on the forehead. "You thought wrong," he lied. Of course he cared for Sehun, equal to the amount he cared for Kai.

He shifted closer, since although he liked the cold, he didn't like being cold. He was also one to get sick quickly due to his weak body and recklessness. His eyes fluttered open, hearing the nickname the other used for him so often. Taemin glanced up at him, and then poked his stomach. "I am now," he whispered, followed by a soft yawn.

Sehun couldn't help but chuckle softly at the other's words. ''I'm sorry babe.'' the younger teased and looked at Taemin, pecking his forehead lightly. ''I know you care oh so much for me.'' and this time, his light and soft chuckle transformed into a deep laugh. He snuggled closer and smiled widely.

Sehun wrapped the blanket tighter around them, tugging on it so it could cover their heads too. He snuggled closer and smiled widely, but only for himself. Now, he could feel Taemin's hot breath against his. Mhm, it was a nice feeling, he thought as he slowly closed his eyes. ''Minnie?'' he whispered softly and hesitated for a few moments ''Are you sleeping, Minnie?'' Sehun finally asked as he caressed the latter's cheek.

@oh sehun [rs] Stubbornly ignoring as he felt a pair of arms behind wrapped around him, he was obviously pissed since he didn't respond. Today had really been a long day, he wasn't pissed at Sehun though that's what it looked like. Taemin's eyes opened, he stared at the lamp kept open – smiling slightly in approval. Sehun knew he was afraid of the dark, he felt somewhat better for some reason, knowing that at least had those he cared for – care for him. Taemin turned around, snuggling closer to the other and placed an arm around the other's waist, the free hand resting against Sehun's face.

He knew it. Frowning, Taemin used his elbow to support his upper weight and leaned over Sehun to grab a blanket, placing it on top of the two of them. He then shifted closer, making sure the other was warm. "I told you to wear more clothes in this weather, has the cold gotten to your brain?" he muttered, rolling his eyes.

He saw that the other one flinched slightly in his sleep. A nightmare, maybe? He remembered that Taemin was always having nightmares when they used to have a sleepover. Sehun frowned lightly and leaned in, pressing his lips against his forehead, trying to sooth his pain, somehow. As the latter's eyes opened slowly, the younger pulled away and avoided eye contact for a few moments.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and shoot Taemin a death glare. ''I said, get up from /my/ bed'' he continued talking with the cold tone in his voice, emphasizing the word 'my'. Sehun groaned as Taemin turned to his side, completely ignoring him. How dare he ignore Sehun? Who was he to ignore him? No, he couldn't ignore him. Nobody could ignore Sehun, afterall.
The blonde guy sighed loudly and snuggled next to the other, even though there wasn't a lot of space. He wrapped an arm around him and tried to sleep.

@oh sehun [rs] He flinched slightly in his sleep, a night mare – or more like a memory, haunting him. Back when he was a middle school student, when his parents had a fight. That was back when they were suffering from financial problems, what made Taemin what he was today. He squeezed his eyes shut,, slightly sweaty. A soft, however blunt voice invaded his nightmare, pushing it away. Taemin's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry at first but soon clear.

His eyes narrowed, glaring at the person on top of him. Blonde hair, a long nose, small, plump pale lips and eyes that could look through anything. However, knowing Sehun for so long, Taemin was unfazed, all he could do was glare at the blonde for waking him up. Taemin was never good at waking up happily, even alarm clocks were scared of him. He assumed that Sehun did it just to piss him off, that was the way he is.

After a few quiet, slow seconds of glaring at him, he closed his eyes and turned to his side – ignoring the owner of the room. He didn't say anything, he was pissed. He was exhausted, he was woken up, it would be hard for him to fall asleep again. The fact that the room and the bed belonged to Sehun was forgotten by Taemin.

@lee taemin [rw/rs] The air was cold. So cold that the most of the people were shivering violently underneath their warm coats. Their necks covered with scarves and buttoned up to the chin and with heads bowed; they walked quickly. The air whirled around the rooftops, whistling as it went and ruffling peoples hair so they pulled their coats tighter around their bodies. Sehun had always hated the cold weather. He hated cold people as well, even though, sometimes, he acted like that too.

He was exhausted. The drive was tiring and everything he wanted in that moment was to sleep or at least take a little nap. Now, he had to go to the hotel and – wait, was he missing something? The boy bit his lower lip harshly, trying to remember /that/ thing. Walking down the sidewalk and humming an old song, he suddenly remembered. Taemin! Oh yes, one of his closest friends from highschool was waiting for him at 'Avion en papier', Jeju island's newest hotel. Sehun got sick of Seoul, plus, he needed a job.

He entered the hotel and looked around, a smile curling up on his lips but slowly fading away as he noticed the quietness. Well, it was around eleven o'clock, what was he expecting? Sehun slowly made his way to his room, admiring the beautiful decorations and the subtle details on the tapestry. He opened the door and raised his eyebrow slightly, seeing Taemin in his bed. It didn't even surprise him. The young male scoffed lightly and put his bags near the bed, before getting on top of the latter and saying, with a cold tone in his voice. ''Yah, get up. This is my bed. ''

@oh sehun [rs] The brunette sighed out of relief, his eyes closed and his expression relaxed as he fell back onto the bed. He finally had a break after fourteen hours of straight work. Taemin was exhausted, he's also been working overtime lately since he didn't want his parents to send him any money. It was around ten o'clock, he decided to take a little nap and wait for Sehun – one of his closest friends from highschool – to arrive since he wasn't here yet. It was easy for Taemin to access the room since he knew the code and had a key for every room (being room service,)

It was quiet, and a little cold. But Taemin didn't mind, he liked the cold weather for some odd reason. His eyes closed, his hands behind his back, he slowly drifted off into sleep, with the light off since Taemin was – surprisingly – afraid if the dark. It was a shock really, the strange, distant and rather blunt Taemin being afraid of the dark. Nobody knew, except his family and of course the two that knew him the most, Sehun and Jongin.

Soon enough, he was asleep. He was exhausted, but expected himself to sleep just for a few minutes – which soon escalated into half an hour. Being the deep sleep he was (and being rather scary if somebody woke him up), the sound of the still unlocked door, (since Taemin was quite forgetful) creaking open went unnoticed by him.