They, meaning Chanyeol and Sehun, had a plan. They really did. In fact, the plan was foolproof. They would wake up three hours prior to their flight's boarding time and head over to the location Chanyeol had been so eager to visit. All he heard were the words of "One Piece" coming from Chanyeol's mouth with an accompanying grin that he couldn't say no to. Had he been strong enough, he would have been still in bed in his third dream or enjoying a fulfilling breakfast. But he was jeopardizing sleep and breakfast for the safety of Chanyeol's credit card.
If he were to lose Chanyeol in Tokyo, there was ninety-eight percent chance that he would be in Mandarake in Shibuya. He wanted to understand his fellow member’s obsession but the closest comparison he had was his love for Vivi, with the exception that Vivi was living but nonetheless a similar type of love applied.
He finds himself walking beside Chanyeol and it’s too early to talk but he nudges his fellow member’s side every so often on their way to the railway station. With every step, discomfort grows as his sock slips and slips further into his sneakers. It isn’t until they make their way down the stairs that he decides to do something about it.
"Wa—“ Fingers reached for the taller male, a piece of clothing or a hand but he came up empty as the other advanced towards the self-service machine of the railway station. He trotted afterwards, resting against the wall nearby and unlaced his sneakers to tug at his sock. After securing his sock, he briefly kneels down beside the taller male to tie his shoelaces. While standing upright once again, he takes out his phone to glance at the time. The timer ticking away without remorse as he throws an arm over Chanyeol’s shoulder.
02:43:18
“Hyung, do you think we’ll have time to eat something?” He questions, thumbing the power button of his phone to lock the screen. He slips the phone back into the pocket of his jean jacket, timer and flight forgotten.
He had seen him leave the apartment from the couch, which he had conquered as soon as they had stepped into the apartment, with his limbs stretched out comfortably and his head resting on a pillow. Everyone had dispersed into their own corners in the apartment and after teasing the older man, he had decided to give him some privacy as he freshened up. He heard the excuse uttered by the older man as he made his way out of the apartment, teeth sinking into his lower lip to suppress the laughter threatening to slip past his lips.
Junmyeon didn't owe them an explanation at all especially when everyone's attention had been displaced elsewhere. Since today was Junmyeon's birthday, there was nothing outlandish about him having to share his time with friends and family.
He knew he was at fault for tormenting the older man, watering the seed of doubt that he himself hadn't placed there but was willing cultivate for the sake of Junmyeon, who he wasn't sure if he was purposely being dense or completely unaware of what his interactions with a certain someone meant in the social world. Being at fault and feeling remorseful weren't mutually exclusive.
He was looking out for Junmyeon.
The next day, he awakens with his mouth dry and as per usual, he rolls over to grab a hold of his phone. His hand roams under neath his pillow and over to the empty spot beside him, feeling unsurprised that Junmyeon isn’t laying beside him. He takes the misplaced phone as a sign that he should break the habit of lurking on the internet or responding to messages first thing in the morning.
He squeezes his eyes shut tight as he dropped his head for a moment, contemplating to go back to sleep or to rise from the bed. After a few minutes, he shifts on the bed and sits upright, covers pooling by his hips. He finally glances over to the other side of the room, catching a glimpse of the older man’s hair peeking from underneath the covers.
He clears his throat, reaching for one of his pillows to expertly throw across the room to land on top of the male.
“Hyung.”
No response is heard and he finally finds the motivation to get up from his own bed. He jumps on the bed and rolls on top of him, fingers finding his cheek to pinch gently.
“Wake up.”
With an eyebrow creased, he pulled away momentarily from the older male’s wandering hand. He moves to sit up on the bed, crossing his legs as he tugged on the covers.
"JISOO?"
His voice rose in a few octaves, fingers curling around the leader's shoulder and he shakes him gently.
"Call Jisoo?" He questions, quirking an eyebrow as he shifts to glance at the expression currently on the other male. His eyes narrowed, noting the crease on his forehead and the slight grimace. He would play along for now at least. "I can't even find my own phone, hyung. Call him yourself."
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