“Luhan-ssi,” I called “The event is in six hours, we shall leave in thirty minutes, is that good for you?”

“Luhan?” I called again. He was sprawled on the sofa, his eyes affixed on his book as he flipped the pages leisurely.

“Luhan, that isn’t nothing,” I said grimly, not liking where this conversation might bring us.

“You know it is.” He retorted rudely despite my attempts to be nice.

“This isn’t the space of nothing.” I called out, raising my voice a little higher.

“This is the space of nothing,” He said lazily, before scoffing. “You can’t even remember?”

“I know where and what is around my surroundings.” I said.

Then he groaned before sitting up, “We need a map.”

“We need to map it out,” I said silently, agreeing to his words.

And there we took out paper and pen. I sketched out the general layout of the house in black, and he took two coloured pens to box up the area.

Red, and then Blue, and then a whole lot of black.

“Is this enough?” He said.

“Do you think you need more?” I said.

“Yes,” He said again.

“We need our own,” I said, writing into the space in red. “This will be yours,” I pointed to the one further from the kitchen, knowing how much he fear of heights, “And this will be mine,” I said, the one right by