Sehun yawned and turned the page of his novel. Zitao, the martial artist Sehun desired to speak to earlier, teased the fire with concise prods and a few portions of lumber.

"I hope this fire is fine," Zitao spoke delicately.

Sehun nodded his head robustly. "It's perfect. Thank you."

Zitao smiled and took the closest available seat next to Sehun. Luhan stood rigidly in the corner of the room, watching the scene unfold with a frown as it progressed. He did not know or comprehend what displeased him, but he knew by Sehun's smile, Zitao was gaining the boy's trust.