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Minhyuk let out a big, desperate sigh as his fingers rumbled through the keys and unlocked his door. His arms turned into jellies, letting all of his bag and stuff fall into the floor freely. He doesn't care if Hyungwon would bang the door twice tomorrow morning, because no one helped him to get through all of those messy and stupid arguments between him and the woman on that damn elevator.
He doesn't care anymore, but his eyebrows twitched as he sniffed the bedsheet. It's not his usual perfume. It's sweeter, more floral, and too fresh for his liking. Minhyuk gets up as he stares around the room, trying to notice if there's anything weird about the room. He shrugs it off as he walks towards the closet to pick up his shirt and pajama pants, shifting his mind into thinking about breakfast with the members.
As Minhyuk changes into his comfier clothes, he can't stop but wondering about the earlier thing. He knew damn well that the room doesn't change drastically and there's nothing suspicious about it, but the smell went straight up his nostrils and it's very, very different. Hyunwoo doesn't wear that kind of perfume, neither Kihyun or Hyungwon. Jooheon and Changkyun would be a perfect guess, but they did share their perfume and it's not like that either.
“This is so crazy.” Minhyuk glances at the clock, “well. It's not like I have the time to think.”
“You could think about how dangerous it is to leave the door wide open.”
His head whips into the deep, raspy voice as he shrieks so loud while tightly grabbing the nearest pillow. Minhyuk almost threw his whole body to the floor to protect himself, but the sudden movement from that man outside his room made him shriek again.
“Its almost midnight. Please don't yell.”
“WHO ARE YOU??”
The man grinned, “shouldn't I be the one who asks about that?”
“I don't th– wait.” Minhyuk frowned hard, trying to see the man’s face from afar. “Mr. Mikkelsen?”
“Yes?” said Mads as he looked at surprised Minhyuk. “Oh, you're the one who's actively throwing out the cucumber from your dinner? What are you doing here?”
Minhyuk’s wrinkly expression turns into confusion. How did this one man notice his habit? Minhyuk didn't even dine at the hotel's buffet, but he did go with Hyungwon to the nearest restaurant because they crave pizza so bad Minhyuk had to pull him out from the place.
“I don't think I ate something with cucumber today.”
“Yesterday.”
“Then what if I do? It's not like you bought it for me?”
Mads shakes his head, disagreeing with whatever Minhyuk’s spew from his mouth. He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he took off his coat and walked towards the couch. Mads doesn't want to hear anything else tonight, his energy depleted after his long walk through the beach while eating soft serve ice cream. It was his best moment during his vacation and tomorrow is his last day, so he chose peace instead.
“Wait– shit– let me explain it to you.”
Mads’s face turns toward Minhyuk as the latter tries to sit calmly, “explain it to me, then. I would really like to know why a grown man is laying on my bed.. with my pajama pants.”
“Your be– your pajama pants? What?” Minhyuk looked down to see his pants. This one is clearly his own worn-out pants, because he remembers how that one specific hole on the thighs was made.
“No? This is mine, sir. I wore this too yesterday. I think if you thought that you saw me yesterday picking off those nasty cucumbers you would have seen me in these ugly pants.”
Mads shrugged his shoulders as he wiggled on the couch, trying to make himself comfortable before sleeping on it, knowing that his back would kill him tomorrow. Still taken aback after whatever this banter happened between Mads and him, Minhyuk tried to lay down on his back as he sighed.
“This is so funny. I don't know what happened today and why I ended up here. Why did the receptionist give us the same key to the same room?”
“I leave my key to her.” Mads slowly closed his eyes, “maybe she gave you the key first.”
“How did you know that?”
“She was confused to see me asking about the key.”
Minhyuk’s forehead scrunched, “and no one is asking or getting confused about this except me?”
“It's not that deep. I can send you off tomorrow morning to your own room. Did you tell your members about this?”
“No.”
“It's settled then.” Mads reaches out to the bed, pulling one of the pillows from Minhyuk’s head. “You should be glad enough that I let you sleep there.”
Minhyuk tries to ignore the heat on his face as he turns around in bed to face the blank wall. “Its not that cramped on the couch. I also don't mind if you sleep next to me.”
“Wouldn't that be weird?”
“No?”
Suddenly, Mads hop off from the couch and launch himself to the bed. Their height difference is not that far, so it isn't too awkward between them. Minhyuk let Mads hog all of the blanket because he felt his jacket was enough to keep him warm, but unknowingly, Mads covered up his feet when Minhyuk had already fallen asleep.
‘This guy doesn't snore.’ Mads softly smiles at Minhyuk’s peaceful sleeping face. ‘Good then.’
He doesn't stop smiling as he turns off the light and Minhyuk’s phone on the bedside, letting him sleep in peace because Mads knows that Minhyuk needs it. The tour is starting off this month and it won't be easy for him to rest, so he thinks that maybe this will help Minhyuk in some way.
Mads letting his eyelids close, feeling tired and drowsy as he let the sleepiness take him away. He knows that tomorrow will be a very good day.
‘Good night, Minhyuk.’