He entered the room soundlessly and inspected the bed as he held the tray of hot tea Sehun preferred each morning. The young man tossed, turned, and whimpered in a fitful doze. Ardently, Luhan placed the tray onto the nightstand and pressed a hand against Sehun's shoulder.

"Sir? Please wake up. I believe you are having a nightmare."

Sehun groaned and scooted away. His clamor grew only in noise with each passing second. In his own anxiety, Luhan did the only thing he knew he could do from what he had observed in the past.

"Sehun!"

The boy woke up.