[CONTENTID1]Intertwined[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]Three[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]"When two corrupted souls collide"[/CONTENTID3]

[CONTENTID4]

Sehun spent a long time feeling up the place he was thrown in. He thought it was going to be a basement of some sort but to his surprise, it was a normal room.

From what his fingers touched, he perceived a bed, a nightstand with a lamp he didn't need, a closet and several objects which Sehun couldn't entirely identify. There was also a soft carpet under his toes. The room was relatively large from the steps he took back and forth.

It will take him some time to get used to the space. He really with new places.

It took him a good while to find the bathroom. He almost gave up thinking that this room wasn't equipped with one. To his relief, there wasn't many objects in it. Thank God. He gets lost easily when there are many meaningless things.

Opting for a shower, Sehun removed his dirty clothes and carefully stepped inside the bathtub gripping the wall for balance. It wouldn’t look good if he slipped and cracked his head.

Hot water poured on his skin cleansing all the dirt away. Sehun just stood there welcoming the endless stream. The shampoo he stumbled upon had a faint masculine sent but Sehun doubted that it was Seungri's. The man smelled of signature sandalwood instead.

Was he the one who prepared this room for Sehun?

He shook his head driving the thought away. Why is he thinking about that man in the shower?

Finishing up sooner than he intended to, Sehun wrapped a soft towel on his waist and felt his way back to the room.

He was cleaner and so a little better.

The real struggle was to pick something to wear. The closet at his disposition was larger than Sehun’s standards and it will be hard to pick something to wear.

All of his clothes were put in a determined order. Except for recitals and concerts, Sehun never allowed anyone to choose his clothes for him. There are certain things that he refused to depend on anyone to accomplish them.

But now that he stood here in darkness not knowing which colour is which or where certain clothes were placed, Sehun's anxiousness was about to get viral.

Forcing himself to adopt a positive attitude, Sehun embarked on feeling the clothes' tissues one by one. He spent a considerable amount of time feeling up every material trying to figure out what type of cloth it was.

After a long struggle, Sehun chose a cotton shirt and pants hoping they somehow matched in colour like in fabric.

When he laid in bed, he instantly missed the hours he used to spend playing piano before he slept. It was his sanctuary of some sort.

The thought of never being able to play piano again scared him even more than the idea of spending the remaining of his days closed off in this place with someone like Seungri.

Sehun needed piano as much as he needed air.

It was the only thing that made sense in his entire life.

Imagining Tchaikovsky's piano concerto, Sehun floated his fingers in the air pretending that he was playing it in his alternative existence.

Not long after, he was slowly lulled into quiet sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, another existence and the smell of sandalwood prickled his being.

Sehun sat in bed reverting his gaze toward the source who was a bit