EXO X RV'S
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Wendy was still accompanying him, her head barely stumbling against the table lamp as she subconsciously (nearly) slept.
“Already, you can go home. I'll take you, okay?”
Wendy muttered for a moment. Chanyeol just glanced at him, then wrote again. The song's lyrics should be over soon. But he repeatedly crossed out and repeated several parts. Wendy muttered again, her head above the folds of her hands, her voice almost inaudible if only in this room were anyone other than the two of them, her voice was almost inaudible,
“If you take me, what are you going home with? Masa’ use my car too?”
Chanyeol almost laughed.
“Kukenakan rental rates later.”
Chanyeol really laughed. “Sori, yes, because of this you even got late at night here with me.”
“Tomorrow I'll send you to Canada so you can write a hundred songs about the place, yes.”
“Bby,” replied Chanyeol slowly, his finger tapped the pencil quickly onto the table, very anxious because he should be able to make the final part of this song quickly, “provided not alone, yes.”
Wendy didn't answer anymore. By one o'clock, Chanyeol was sure the woman had fallen asleep. Will he take Wendy with his car alone, Wendy's car will certainly be safe just left in the underground parking of this office building.
He propped his head up on his hands, looking at Wendy's hair, which was almond-colored now, which was wavy and messy. Chanyeol exhaled a long breath—but then he gasped.
He thinks he knows.
Chanyeol wrote the end piece quickly, though,
toronto sky is touched by the sun
city dimmed, city dimmed,
but it will be reborn tomorrow night
I'm still with you here
the romantic lights of the city will be reborn a million times
so is our love
it will always spring.
As he lowered his phone from his presence—the game really made his eyes tired, but not sleepy—it turns out everyone around him is sleeping. The cabin lights dim once, some of which sleep by hoarding themselves up to the head with a blanket. Some wear headsets.
Beside him, a short distance away, Irene also fell asleep. His blanket fell to the floor, Suho was a little worried because he only wore leggings even though his shirt reached the knees. His head was tilted to the side, escaping from the back of the chair, but propped up on his hands.
Suho got up, picked up the blanket and very slowly put it on Irene's body. Irene moved, Suho quickly withdrew his hand.
“Not that I'm not grateful .. but you don't have to bother doing it.”
Suho smiled. “Not a problem. That's the thing I should do.”
Irene fixed her sitting position.
“I thought you were sleeping.”
“Tast.”
“I think I woke you up? Sorry—”
“Before that. I woke up because of a dream. Then try to sleep again, but fail.”
Suho nodded slowly.
“Before you make me tell you a story, will you step aside for a moment? I want to go to the toilet.”
“Oh, please, please—” Suho shifted. “Actually I also want to go to the toilet, but ... of course, you have to go first.”
Irene laughed a little. Suho gave her a walk, then followed her to the toilet. Turns out the toilet is still used—and they wait both at the door.
Suho tried to open the conversation again, the quiet cabin and the dark atmosphere made him feel a little uncomfortable. “Nightmare, yes?”
“You could say so.” Irene rubbed her face. “I want to sleep again, because everyone sleeps. No talking friends. But it doesn't seem to be.”
Suho pointed towards the back, to his seat. “Next to me is empty. I can accompany you to talk if you want.”
Irene raised an eyebrow, then confirmed it by looking behind Suho's back. He heard the story, Chanyeol was supposed to sit there, but there were things that made him have to cancel this flight and follow in the next schedule. “Bby.”
(Then, in the morning, Seulgi was shocked to lose Irene, who had apparently moved and fell asleep next to Suho, with their heads barely touching each other. Seulgi did not waste the moment—ten photos, at least.)