Request: 9.“You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.” and 25.“This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.”
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With a sudden cold splash of cold water, you felt come into contact with the skin on your arm. With that, you lift your head up towards the dark blue almost black hues above. Only for another droplet to land against your forehead, before it travels its way down your nose. Rash droplets fell from the dark night sky only causing a sudden downpour to escaped from the clouds.
You look from left to the right, determining which way would be the best possible escape route. Finally, you come to a decision, turning towards the left side of the street. The closer you go to your destination the more nervous you became. ‘What would he think when he saw you?’ was the only thing running though you mind. You reach into you bag, rummaging through it for a soft ball of fur that connected to a certain key chain.
You starting slow pace quickens as you make your way down the street as fast as possible. Weaving through the crowd of strangers who so happen to be blessed with an umbrella. Unbeknownst, you found yourself in front of the only place of refugee you could think of; your childhood friend’s apartment.
Once you made it up to the designated floor, you pass over the threshold and close the front door behind. You close it as soft as possible in the hopes that you don’t wake up the assumed sleeping beauty. With Gentle footsteps, you pad your way through the kitchen and down the hallway. The faint pitter patter of the rain that hits the window, becomes a soft background sound you hardly take notice of. Coming to a standstill in front of Donghae’s bedroom door and with deliberate intent, you open it to only elicit a semi-loud creak sound. This sound caused the man bound in grey sheets to perform restless turns in his sleep.
Hoping he is still unconscious, you peek through the small space you made with the door, looking towards the bed bound man. Slipping your way into the room, you hold your breath whilst in complete darkness, finding your way towards the wardrobe. Hands brushing against and coming into contact with every surface you can find. With a new-found finesse, you grasp hold of the door handle you desire. Opening the wardrobe to rummage with your hands, the right shelf of folded shirts, with occasional checks on the sleeping bear. Finally, you decide to crouch down to look for a sight of t-shirt.
The more you delve into the stacks, you start to realise that your search is a true and impossible task when nothing but darkness surrounds you. Your search lasts a few more minutes, as the realisation that you haven’t checked on if the bear was still asleep. Turning your head to look back only to see that he is instead sitting upright, completely still like a statue as he stares at your dark figure. You shift in your crouched position so that you’re at a 90° and show that it was in fact you, his childhood friend and not a random stranger.
“OOOOMMMMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!” You hear Donghae release a series of the most dreadful, high-pitched and unmanly shriek. Hastily, he reaches for his davy’s grey doona to push it off his body. Whilst in a rush of thing, when he lifts himself off his bed, he instead falls to the ground with his doona entangled around his legs. You muffle your hands over your ears with the hopes that Donghae’s shrieks will cease to exist. Look up at him only to see what seems to be, the ugliest face to grace your eyes at this moment in time.
“HAE-AHHHHH” you shout back at the top of your lungs. In an instant, Donghae snaps his mouth shut with heavy wheezes as you raise to your feet in front of his figure with your ears still ringing.
“Y/N…” Donghae tails off whilst still positioned in the same spot on the floor.
“Thank you so much for making me deaf” you stare at hi with blank eyes as you couch in front of him, reaching forth to remove the doona from around his legs.
“What… what are you doing here?” He questions with confusion as you stretch you hand towards him, helping him stand up.
“I… ah… umm” you start to say, trying you best to converse your situation.
“You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn, especially with everything you put me through.” he lets out in a deep raspy voice as he shakes his head. This only causes you to look down at the floor in embarrassment.
“So, you ah, umm what?” He repeated you words in a playful but sleepy manner at the same time you shift awkwardly, from one foot to the other.
“I… It was raining” you start as your eyes stay trained on the floor. “I happened to be in the neighbourhood when it started pouring down”
“What where you doing out at a time like this? Were you alone?” Donghae asked with worry when you quickly looked from his face to the dark curtained window behind him in the distance.
“I was out with a friend” you finally spoke.
“A friend…” He trailed off, deep thoughts plaguing his minds that are clear and evident on his face.
“Yeah a friend” you say with a stern tone, finally looking into his eyes. “Is that a problem?”
“It will be depending on the person…” he trails off, looking into your eyes with an intense gaze. Silence surround the two of you once again, his eyes trailing up and down your body in the darkness.
“Is this my shirt?” Donghae eyes widen as he breaks the silence with his sudden question. Taking a step closer to you so you were only a couple of inches apart as he captures the hem of the wet shirt you are wearing.
“What?!? No” you exclaim at his question.
“It is,” his grip on the shirt getting tighter as he takes another step towards you. Your face growing red by the minute at the close proximity. “This is one of my favourite shirts that I’ve been searching for.”
“What?” Your eyes grew wide like a deer caught in head lights at the realization that you had definitely been caught red handed.
“Well either way, it looks good on you” he says as you feel his warm breath against your ear. From the words that leave Donghae’s lips, you know that your face is an even bright red then before.
“We should probably get you cleaned up ” he states as he lets go of the hem of the shirt, his face just as bright and red as your own. He turns and moves back towards his wardrobe. Kneeling down, he grasps hold of a dark scrunched up piece of fabric before lifting himself to his feet again and walk back to you.
“Go take a shower. You know where it is and there’s a spare towel in the Bathroom” he explains handing you a shirt.
“This is why you don’t ever have any shirt to wear…” Your whispering words trailed off as if they were never said as you felt your cheeks heat up once again. In a swift movement, you turn, leaving Donghae to contemplate over the meaning of your words that hang heavily in the air.
