"We're lost," Sehun mutters, pulling harshly on the reigns earning a whined neigh from the horses. "Hyung, we're lost," he repeats, this time turning around to stare at the carriage before the curtain moves aside and a pale face peeks out. 

"Where are we?" The curtain is pulled aside and the man comes out, looking around at their surroundings critically, brushing the wrinkles out of his robes. "Didn't you follow the map, Sehun?"

Sehun scoffs, chucking a wrinkled piece of paper into the carriage before jumping off the carriage himself, unhitching the horses. "Baekhyun hyung, you should never trust Tao with maps. He drew me the compass rose and a smiley face and wrote the words Good Luck on top. But we're at a tavern and I think we should rest. Its getting dark out and we can figure the roads out tomorrow."

Baekhyun nods in agreement, stifling a yawn before helping Sehun unpack the carriage, slinging the pack with their few belongings over his shoulder. "But where are we Sehun?"

"We're in Mengdu," Sehun muttered absently, fingers fiddling with the straps before handing the reigns over the stable masters. He starts as pale fingers reach out to clench at his tunic and he looks up to find Baekhyun staring at him with crazed eyes, fear flickering in the depths of the dark pupils. 

"We can't stay here Sehun. He's here"

Chanyeol forces a smile as his assistant ushers his last patient out the door. It was late and all he really wanted to do was get some sleep. His assistant, Kris comes back into the room and Chanyeol could almost see the scowl on his face. "Lets get you back home," Kris barks out gruffly before walking over and placing an arm around Chanyeol gently. 

They walk down the streets slowly, partly because Chanyeol can't see and partly because Kris is casually badmouthing every single passerby they walk past, causing Chanyeol to chuckle. He knew the only reason no one was beating them up at the moment was because they were both too tall and intimidating and because it was common knowledge that underneath all of Kris's harsh criticism was a giant softie.

As they pass by the old hotel, a familiar scent wafts towards Chanyeol and he stiffens, causing Kris to freak out beside him. "Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy again?" Kris curses under his breath as he quickly leads Chanyeol onto a bench. "Its all that sick 's fault."

"Shut up for a second Kris," Chanyeol grumbles, sniffing the air again. There was still a faint scent of dried rose petals and lychee lingering around and he knows that smell because he was the one who created the very lotion which gave off this scent. That could only mean one thing. "Kris?"

"Yeah, buddy?" Kris asked, placing a palm on Chanyeol's forehead in worry. "You okay?"

"I need you to go check out the hotel tomorrow, okay? And-" Chanyeol pulls down his assistant's head to whisper into his ear. When he pulls away, Kris looks disgusted but nods. 

"That sick ," Kris mutters as they walk away.

"That sick ," Chanyeol echoes, still sniffing the air. 

I know! Another story, I'm so sorry! I got this idea two nights ago and I had to get it down >u<. It'll probably just be a really long, badly written oneshot but MY BAEKYEOL feels. And softie Kris is my bae so he's in here. Okay, yeah, enjoy!

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