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We lay there for what was probably hours, but felt like mere moments. By the time we began to stir, sunlight was streaming into the room through the curtained French doors just across from the bed.“We should get up soon,” I murmured against his chest. I loved how he smelled in the morning, as strange as that may be; he just smelled so human, and like sunshine. His arms tightened around me, forcing me to snuggle even closer to him.“What’s the rush,” he spoke into my hair, lightly moving his nose along my hair line. “Miss Donald Duck already?” I felt his foot slide along my calf, moving down to my own foot. I tangled our legs together, as if by doing so I could stay here forever, where nothing else existed. My arms reached up to twine around his neck. I felt his hands moving behind me, slowly massaging out the muscles in my back; I immediately relaxed into his touch and moved my head so that my chin was tucked into the crook of his shoulder.“It’s not that,” I breathed. I ducked my head towards his neck, leaving little butterfly kisses up to his jaw. “I’m actually kind of hungry.” As if on cue, my stomach growled. Laughing, he leaned the side of his head on mine.“Alright baby, what would you like to eat?”“Hmm…something fruity! Do you mind ordering it while I take a shower?” I asked sweetly. He hugged me tighter for a minute, then reluctantly let go of me. I sat up and almost whined at how cold it was without Sehun. Gingerly, I crawled out from under the covers and pattered across the soft, white carpet in the direction of the bathroom.I pushed open the heavy wood door and walked into a white, spotless bathroom. I went over to the counter to take out my toothbrush and some toothpaste from our toiletry bag. Once I finished brushing my teeth, I walked over to the shower. I turned on the water, letting it run until it was almost scalding hot, just the way I like it. Taking off my pajama pants, I stepped in, letting the water wash over me. I pushed my hair back out of my eyes and picked up my favourite shampoo: vanilla. I rubbed it into my hair, taking special care so as not to let the suds get into my eyes. As I washed, I closed my eyes and let the scent of vanilla penetrate my thoughts, attempting to cleanse my mind of all worries. What if people see us? What if manager hyung gets mad at us for just holding hands? What if I’m not allowed to even be with him in public during our trip? At that thought my heart accelerated a bit, because while I loved the rest of the group members dearly, it just wasn’t the same as my Sehunnie. I rinsed the last of the shampoo out of my hair, turned off the water, and reached for my towel, hands still trembling ever so slightly. It might seem melodramatic, but being away from your family all the time, and especially now on a whole other continent, being away from him for even a couple hours grows to be unbearable; he was the only one, in this strange world I’d staggered in to, who accepted and understood me completely.Almost like he had sensed something, Sehun quietly opened the bathroom door and padded over to where I was now sitting motionlessly, apart from the trembling, wrapped in a towel. He crouched down in front of me, searching my eyes. He reached out to hold my head in his hands, wiping away the tears I didn’t know were falling. He kissed my eyelids, still stroking my face. Then, he sat down beside me, pulling me onto his lap like I was a small child. I clung to his warmth, just now realizing how cold I was, shivering.“Hey, it’s okay. Everything’s fine. Shhhh it’s ok,” he cooed into my ear. My crying turned into full on sobbing now. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, barely feeling the soft skin against my cheek. He continued to rub my back, like how he had this morning: slow circles around my shoulders traveling to my lower back, and up to my neck. “Breathe,” he told me. I obeyed and breathed in his scent. Breathing him in, I eventually calmed down.“Luhannie, look at me.” I looked up at his chocolate eyes. “Listen to me. I will always be with you. Always. Do you understand what that means,” he questioned.“Yes,” I whispered, my voice still hoarse from crying. I looked down into my lap, at our intertwined hands. “I’m sorry.” He picked me up off his lap, setting me onto my feet. He hugged me, stroking my damp hair.“Don’t you ever be sorry,” he murmured.  “You have nothing to be sorry for.”He pulled away and smiled at me. “Now get dressed before I eat your breakfast for you.”

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