Chanyeol strode into the bathroom, splashing cold water over his face repeatedly, after that he wiped his face with a towel feeling more awake than before. He just did a dream. Maybe a nightmare; because nightmares are also dreams, he closes his eyes for one second the time to regain his senses before brushing his teeth.

He contemplates his face in the mirror, mouth full of toothpaste foam he continued to brush until he felt satisfied then he rinsed his mouth after that he decided to take a shower, a shower is a good way to forget the dream we did, bad or good.

•

Chanyeol stepped out of the bathroom with the towel hanging on his hips, hair still wet, the water was flowing in drops the drops falling on his bare chest, water trickling toward the lower parts of his body to finally reach the ground.

He dried his hair with another towel in his hand ruffling them quickly while he walked toward the bedroom with a light tread, barefoot he opened the sliding door, walking into the dressing, searching some clothes to put on. The dressing was full of cloth, everything was neatly arranged, like a perfect picture from a catalog.

He picked randomly, a white knitted sweater and a denim and skinny jeans, a very simple outfit but Chanyeol was feeling nice in.  The collar of the knitted sweater lets see his milky white skin and his collar bones, which accentuated his Adam apple and his neck features, honestly, anyone would have said he looked desirable but sadly there was no one to see his beautiful features.

•

He spent his day in the living room, doodling on the sheet Kris gave him the day before with the television on, the noise of the anchor saying the same news of the day over and over, nonstop, filling the silence of the flat and with that he felt less alone. When it was midday he finally heard his stomach growling and he decided that he should eat. Opening the fridge he scanned quickly the content, there was nothing but vegetables. Does he hate vegetables? Good question, he stretched his hand to take a carrot then he closed the fridge. He rinsed the carrot and peeled the vegetable with a knife before going back in the living room sit in front of the television, and the anchor as well, he began to eat his carrot, munching it. Carrot doesn’t feel particularly tasty but it filled his stomach so he didn’t complain, well if there was a complaint to do there would be no one to hear and it would be pretty pitiful to complain out loud when he was alone.

•

He does not hate vegetables.

•

The hours he spent in front of the TV he stopped counting them, he never knew that TV could be so interesting and boring at the same time until he fell asleep.

•

When he opened his eyes it was already dark, through the glass window which was running from ceiling to floor, he could see the lights of the city, they formed a river of light as if it was a starry sky under his feet. It’s pretty, it seemed magical. Chanyeol could see his reflection through the window and he smiled as he looked at himself but strangely it feels like the smile was foreign.

Then he heard the sound of a door opening and he turned his head toward the door who was still closed.

•

Removing his coat and his shoes, Kris straightened to see Chanyeol staring at him, without talking he was just curiously staring at Kris without a word. “What are you doing ?” he asked to Chanyeol, eyes locked Chanyeol didn’t answer as if words were stuck in his throat. Kris’s brown eyes seemed soft maybe it was because no one had turned the light on that it seemed like they were, more round softer, looking more human, and closer to him. If Chanyeol the light would this Kris disappear? Then he doesn’t want to.

•

“Hungry ?” demanded Kris while he was heading to the kitchen leaving the man behind him without waiting for an answer, the younger nodded as if the elder could see and followed the dark figure. 

Kris turned the light on of the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves Kris mentioned to Chanyeol to sit with a gesture then he walked toward the fridge full of vegetable and searched something that Chanyeol couldn’t see. So he sat on a chair in front of the kitchen and watched the blond cook. First, he took a saucepan which he added water and made the saucepan full of water boils then he rinsed the vegetable then, with a knife he sliced it. When the water was boiling he added the cut vegetables and waited during thirty minutes, Chanyeol didn’t see the rest of it because when he closed his eyes he fell asleep, head resting on his crossed arm on the table.

•

When he opened his eyes a plat was posed in front of him the scent filled his nostril, still steaming he brought it closer to him, eyes shining with curiosity as he took the spoon and the note under the spoon. Scanning the note quickly he looked the note then what was in the plat then read one more time before looking around him, but Kris was nowhere in sight the flat was dead silent again.

Mashed sweet potatoes, eat the skin they contain a lot of nutrients. It should be enough for you, you don’t need to eat much at the end of the day, I added a bit of butter just a little don’t worry, you’re not following a diet, are you?                                    

                                                                                          -Kris.

Chanyeol looked at the content of the plate, the orange of the sweet potato was recognizable and the skin of the sweet potato as well. And he tasted the mashed sweet potatoes of Kris, blowing the steam to make sure it was not too hot he put the spoon in his mouth. Mashed sweet potatoes weren’t bad, even the skin was tasty and he could indeed taste the butter, mixed with the sweet potatoes it had a good taste.

•

How funny was this note? He thought on the bed after having finished his meal and put the plate in the sink. It was as if Kris seemed to care for Chanyeol, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit suspicious of the elder, Kris seemed so different than when they first met, maybe the blond had a personality disorder. Nonsense. Chanyeol chuckled.

Kris was a mystery for the boy and he wanted to know more about him, little did he know that the curiosity killed the cat? He couldn’t help but wonder, questions were flooding his mind. But it was normal, wanting to know the unknown is a natural reaction from a human.

 Who was Kris to Chanyeol? What was their relation? Best friend, friend, roommate, lover? Impossible he thought. Chanyeol already have Wufan even though he still hadn’t seen him, maybe he would see him tomorrow or in a few days. Chanyeol nodded, they were married so he needed to be an understanding husband, and overall patient because good things happen to those who wait, maybe Wufan was busy with his family or something like that.

•

That night, Kris didn’t come back and one more time Chanyeol fell asleep alone in the bed.

•

When he woke up, the white sheet around him was still empty and still alone in this big bed, ask him why but disappointment was painted on his face as if he was expecting something or someone.

•

Kris was in the kitchen making coffee for himself, still perfectly dressed as ever whereas Chanyeol was only wearing his (Kris) pajamas.

When Chanyeol stepped in the room Kris was holding the cup of coffee and took a sip of his bitter beverage without noticing Chanyeol’s presence, “Morning” mumbled the boy and the blond lifted up his head to look at the younger and nodded and still haven’t said a word to the brunet.

The blond took another cup from the cupboard above the sink and served the cup of coffee to the boy, Chanyeol thanked him and took the cup in his hand. He stared absently, not totally awake at the black coffee between his hand with the warmth spreading in the palm of his hands it was an awfully good feeling that made him feels secure, then he brought the cup to his lips to taste it.

He didn’t particularly like the bitter taste but he didn’t mind and he continued to drink with Kris in the same silence as ever.

•

The cup of coffee of Chanyeol was being taken away by the blond when he put it back on the table, he still hadn’t finished and was about to ask why the elder took his coffee. “Don’t force yourself, I know you don’t like coffee.” Sighed Kris while the brunet raised his eyebrow.

“Then why did you serve me a coffee !?” blurted Chanyeol raising the volume of his voice, a bit offended.

“What are you saying ?” and now it was Kris’s turn to raise his eyebrow and being surprised. “I always served you coffee but you never took it.” He said with his calm and soft voice as if he was hurt. Maybe he was but Chanyeol couldn’t tell, he didn’t know Kris. And Chanyeol realized that he can’t neglect the fact that he doesn’t remember anything. So he just cleared his throat.

“A-Anyway..” he mumbled staring at the ground. Kris starred at Chanyeol with a puzzled look that the brunet couldn’t see, his stare seemed to ask so many questions that Chanyeol would probably never answer. And he sighed.

•

“Where is Wufan ?” asked out of the blue Chanyeol to Kris which was wiping up the dishes.

“What do you mean ?”  he demanded as he put the dishes back in the upper cupboard.

“I still haven’t seen him.” Answered vaguely the boy, looking absently at his finger as if he was bored. Kris stared at Chanyeol looking more confused than ever before finally giving his reply after five longs seconds.

“It’s me ..?” he said barely audible but enough for the brunet to hear.

“What? But I am married to Wufan, not you, you are Kris, not Wufan !” continued the younger as he lifted his head, his eyes meeting Kris’s.

“Stop joking around Chanyeol.” Replied Kris while furrowing his eyebrow who was bewildered by the sudden question of the boy.

“I am not Kris, I don’t know you.” Maintained Chanyeol.

Chanyeol fixed Kris with a questioning look. Why was Kris taking his time to answer? Was the question did matter a lot to him? And without noticing Chanyeol found himself drowning in the dark orbs of the man in front him. So many questions flooded his mind, what linked him to Kris, what Kris was to him, and what he was to Kris? Where was Wufan?

All his question were connected and all of his questions were giving only one answer. The only question he was asking at himself at the moment was: if he was right. Did he guessed right? Maybe he was wrong but the answer to this question, he didn't know.

“Are you aware that I live here ?” Kris was throwing at him a weird look, confusion, pain, grief, it was all written on his sour face, painful look painted on his face, the hurtful words that Chanyeol has said, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t understand Kris, he doesn’t know Kris so he can’t know if he had hurt him.

“I live here too.” 

Thanks to htuthtethtetlin Kaynne anieina WUPARK92 MTKris ZacKris daisuga aisyahsamuri for commenting.

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I'm still sorry if it has a lot of error, I will try to correct them as much as I can !

So I was supposed to update the day of  Wufan birthday because I was really late but the 06 November is also the birthday of my brother..

And in my family, there is a lot who are born on novembre,.. Arg so busy to eat birthday cakes. 

But I'm very sorry, I'm very late, I had school and well..

Sorry.

Anyway,

Thank you very much for reading !

And Have a nice day. XOXO :)

P-S : By the way did you listen to Wufan's song? Bad girl ? Personally, I found it a bit like the old song like 2000's song but it makes me happy when I listen to it !

Tell me what you thought about the song. ^^