Chanyeol’s feet have ceased functioning and he’s rooted to the spot, nearly dropping his suitcase as he gapes at the large, lavish room. The first thing that really hits him is the excessive amount of red – red all over, in varying shades. Heavy, dark crimson curtains cascade down in dramatic folds and hollows from the ceiling, golden tassels decorating the ends that sweep the floor. The upholstery of the furniture is entirely in a rich, vermillion velvet, and the wooden tables are stained an enchanting shade of burgundy. Even the large bed far off in the corner of the room is covered in maroon sheets, and he can make out some random patterns on the duvet. The stark white wallpaper and painted wooden floor contrast violently with the reds, and he finds that the tones glare so brilliantly and vividly it feels like his eyes are on fire.