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Luhan awakes against someone’s chest that is most definitely not Sehun’s. He pulls away but finds his right leg and left leg tangled up in something. He cranes his neck back to see that this chest belongs to Jonghyun, whose face is buried in Taemin’s neck. Taemin’s legs are locked around Minho’s neck, whose arms grip Luhan’s tightly. Kibum is woven between Minho and Luhan’s legs like a thread.He tries to wriggle his way out, trying not to harm anyone but they hold tightly.“You have to just pull really hard at once,” a voice says. Luhan looks behind him—or does the best he can in his position—to see Jinki with a bemused grin on his face and a cup of coffee in his hands.“But I don’t want to hurt them,” Luhan says.“You won’t. Trust me. They’ve been through worse.”Luhan bites his lip but decides to follow Jinki’s advice. He holds his breath and with all his might, he pushes back. Luhan springs backwards and bumps into Jinki’s knees. The three sleepers shift slightly but they make no signs of waking up.“It’s only seven,” Jinki says, “why are you awake?”Luhan climbs up onto the chair next to Jinki’s and stretches his back, listening for the satisfying cracks that follow after.“I should go back. I want to sleep in today—it’s a Saturday.”“Are you going to come back later?”  Luhan pauses, pondering his choices quickly.“Maybe. Thanks so much for all of this, though,” Luhan says.“No problem! Stop by anytime you want.” Luhan thanks him again before slipping back out into the cold morning. The winds whip his cheeks relentlessly until they’re numb from the cold. He buries his nose into his jacket and fights his way back into the dorms. He briefly considers going back to his dorm but realizes he’ll have to face Kyungsoo—he’s an early riser too.Luhan makes his way over to the alpha side and is pleased to find that the door is open. Chanyeol is gone and Jongin is sound asleep. Sehun’s pale face is illuminated by the rays that are starting to peek in through the curtains. Luhan pulls them shut and sheds his jacket to crawl inside.Sehun cracks open an eye, a small smile on his lips when he sees Luhan’s reddened face staring up at him.“Welcome,” he mumbles, pulling Luhan’s cold body into his warmth. Luhan readily accepts his embrace and snuggles up against Sehun’s comfortable (compared to Jonghyun’s) chest and breathes in the familiar scent. It seems like forever since he last was with Sehun.“I missed you,” Luhan admits, his eyelids already drooping—being near Sehun when Sehun’s sleepy always has this effect on him.“I missed you lots too,” Sehun says, pressing a lazy kiss onto Luhan’s left eyelid. Luhan cranes his neck back to peck a kiss on Sehun’s chin in response. He wriggles back into Sehun’s arms after, letting himself slip into the cloud of sleep that surrounds him.*Luhan awakes to soft humming that drifts into his ears. It almost tickles him and it makes Luhan half want to burrow deeper into the covers(that smell really, really good) and half step out into the world (and Sehun’s arms).Sehun’s arms win Luhan’s internal battle and so he cracks his eyes open, delighted to see Sehun mindlessly organizing his clothing.“Morning,” he says softly, turning around to meet Luhan’s eyes. Luhan pulls the cover up to his nose and stares at Sehun with wide eyes. “In case you were wondering,” Sehun says, “I felt you wake up.”Luhan nods his head—of course. They were mates.“Luhan,” Sehun begins, making his way over to his bed and sitting down lightly, “I heard you got into an argument with Kyungsoo.”Luhan’s lower lip juts out—though no one can see—and he makes a face. Of course everyone knew.“Maybe.”“What happened?”“Something,” Luhan says stubbornly.“Tell me.”“No.”“Please? I’ll give you a kiss,” Sehun cajoles and Luhan considers it for a moment.“That’s it?”“I’ll give you a kiss whenever you want today!” Taking in to consideration that Sehun is one dominating alpha, Luhan thinks that it’s a great offer.“Deal.”“So? Tell me!” Sehun slips under the covers again, and Luhan automatically wriggles closer to him. Sehun crosses his arms, keeping from Luhan getting closer.“No hugs till you start talking.”“Hey! But you said—““Kisses! I didn’t say hugs.” Luhan pouts but Sehun shakes his head firmly.“Fine.”“So, tell me!”“Kyungsoo and I got into a fight because I, uh, wasn’t fond of Jimin and he was. He thought I was wrong for being mean to her, which I wasn’t. I was just a little iffy. Anyway, yeah then he started calling me names so I returned the favor but then I accidentally said that he knew nothing about me and yeah.”“Well,” Sehun says slowly, letting Luhan into his arms, “I don’t know what to say. You don’t like Jimin?”“No,” Luhan admits reluctantly.“I didn’t want to tell this to anyone, but when she was younger, her father died in a car accident. Afterward, as horrible as it sounds, she got abused by her mother, who later got arrested. She tries to make the best of it,” Sehun explains, stroking Luhan’s head all the while, “that’s why she’s so bubbly.”Luhan takes the information in and feels guilt weighing his heart down.“Wow,” Luhan breathes, and Sehun hums into his hair.“Go make up with Kyungsoo,” Sehun says, “I heard he was a crying train wreck yesterday.”Luhan agrees—it was all just a misunderstanding.*Luhan creeps into his room and finds Baekhyun flopped on the bed, cuddled next to Chanyeol, whose toes are sticking out from the edge of the bed. Luhan frowns slightly—Chanyeol should really move farther up before he slept.Luhan makes his way to the kitchen and is unsurprised to find Kyungsoo there, humming as he makes some bacon. As soon as he enters the small room, Kyungsoo freezes.“Hi.”“What are you doing here?” Kyungsoo asks quietly. He continues to flip the bacon and drop the cooked ones onto a clean dish. It sparkles brightly and droplets of water roll down the sides, making it look like a dish from a commercial about food.“I wanted to apologize.”“Really?” Kyungsoo says, his voice hard.“Yeah.” The tension in the air is so thick Luhan can hardly breathe. Kyungsoo slaps the spatula onto the counter and finally turns around. Luhan’s taken aback to see Kyungsoo’s eyes glittering, a few tears already rolling down his face.The bacon sizzles pleasingly in the background, and the ones on the plate are so perfectly made they look as if they’re from a commercial too.“Do you think apologizing will solve everything?” Kyungsoo asks, biting his lip to keep himself from crying more. It doesn’t work.Even the cabinets are a startling white, radiating happiness and cleanliness. Perhaps that would be in a towel commercial.“Maybe,” Luhan says honestly.“Just because you say sorry doesn’t mean all the words you said yesterday are suddenly gone,” Kyungsoo says, his voice quaking. His lips quiver ever so slightly and a single tear skids his cheek for once and falls to the floor. The drop is so loud against the white tiled floors that Luhan thinks it’s impossible.The floor is impeccably clean, and he can’t see a single speck of dust.“I could try.”“Stop being a fucking kid! You know that even if you supposedly “apologize” you’ll hate Jimin and that you’ll always be too fucking possessive over Sehun!”His words strike Luhan’s heart hard and Luhan feels tears well up in his own eyes. Kyungsoo’s right, so right that it hurts to hear it.“Why are you making this so fucking difficult?” Luhan asks, his voice cracking, “all you had to do was say ‘Go ahead’ and this bullshit wouldn’t be happening.” Luhan spots a crack in the ceiling and he wonders how dangerous it is. That’s not something that’d be in a commercial, not at all. Those kinds of things are hidden away from the public.“Nothing would get solved, Luhan! Don’t you fucking understand?! Just because we get over it verbally doesn’t mean we’ll get over it emotionally!” Luhan can’t even make out Kyungsoo’s face through his blurred vision but he makes no move to wipe his eyes.“Then what the fuck do you want me to do?” Luhan shouts, “Get on the floor and say that yes, I’m wrong? Kill myself? Go and apologize to the whole world for being born?” Luhan sees the yellow paint on the wall peeling, small, nearly imperceptible cracks peppering the walls. It’s ugly.“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”“How would I know? From what I remember, you don’t know me and I don’t know you!” Kyungsoo’s mouth falls open in shock and Luhan presses his lips together to keep them from wobbling.The bacon on the pan is charred and burnt beyond recognition. It’s a flaw, an imperfection compared to the ones on the plate. Luhan hates it.“Go,” Kyungsoo says, so soft Luhan can barely hear him.“What?”“GET YOUR STUFF AND GET THE FUCK OUT!”Luhan turns on his heel, throwing a random bag open and stuffing as many things as he can in. He can’t see what he’s throwing in because of the stupid tears that are staining his stupid face.“What’s going on?” Baekhyun asks from behind him but Luhan ignores him.“Luhan?” a hand touches his shoulder and he whips around, clenching his teeth.“DON’T TOUCH ME,” he snarls, slinging the bag over his shoulder and stomping his way to the door. He twists the knob to see Jimin, her eyes wide and reddened. Dried tears stain her cheeks and her face is redder than usual.“L-Luhan,” she stammers.“I’m sorry,” he mutters, feeling really sorry, “I heard from Sehun.”Jimin stands shell shocked and Luhan pushes past her, ignoring the cries that call after him. * Okay, I have part of the next one written out but it's absolute crap bc I wrote it when I was half asleep. That being said, I prob wont be reading it over bc I get really busy from here. On the brighter side, I'll still have time to throw in a chapter or two because hey, they're written!I was really wondering if I should update this today, but meh, why not.Thanks to allllll who subbed/upvoted(wow!!!! so much!!!!!!!!!!!!)/ commented. I realized today I had 1k subs!!!! Thank you sooooo much for alll your suppor omg tears, I am unworthy of this OTL

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