“Who’s to say I haven’t been trying to get you fired this entire time?” He snickers as he hands the mop to the other, knowing it not to be the most appropriate of jokes. But Baekhyun is never one to care too much, even with a ghost. That is until the other male stopped speaking and… what is he doing? “I was kidding,” he says, wondering why the joke hit him so late when he sees Sehun’s face is completely blank. It feels as though he’s being stared through and Baekhyun checks behind him for maybe a wild tuna can monster or even another ‘shoplifter’. Yet nothing is there, prompting a wave in front of the employee’s face to which he still didn’t react to. “Hello?” He even goes as far to snatch up another can of tuna and place it in his jacket pocket visibly to incite him when his senses seem to return and Baekhyun hears his own name spoken in the entire encounter.
He blinks and then. “No, it’s Rumpelstiltskin,” he smirks as if his name were some magical common knowledge. “That’s an impressive guess considering you’re correct. Byun Baekhyun,” he finally gives up, hesitating while extending his hand to the other, slightly terrified of the familiar touch once again.
“I’m fine, Rump. Just give me a moment.” Sehun waves the boy off at first. This episode seems to have been particularly bad and he’s left feeling a bit odd. Like there’s something he needs to be remembering, but it’s just not there. Like a person just out of reach, a word at the tip of his tongue that the brunette cannot find, that’s how Sehun would describe this to the counselor if they were to ask him about today and they would mostly likely advise him to have accepted the help offered, but he can do this without help. He’s fine on his own. Showing weakness in front of others is something he’s never liked to do. Call it male pride, bravado or just plain ignorance, but it’s how he lives and he’s probably not going to change anytime soon.
No matter how much his head hurts right now, the little drummer boy banging away inside at his skull. No matter how the room continues to spin, his internal carousel making him nauseous. No matter how much the room seems to be closing in on - “Okay. I fold.”
He’ll take the help, but just this once and no one needs to ever know, right? Sehun can feel his fingers shaking as he reaches out, and there’s a jolt that shoots through him when his fingers touch the young man’s skin. Fire then ice. Snow then darkness. The swimming in his head has increased tenfold and there’s a chuckle filtering up from the back of his mind. “Ah, it’s been so long since I’ve felt this touch. Amazing isn’t it? That’s what happens when you find the one you’ve loved before. So familiar, doesn’t it feel right to you Sehunnie? To touch a cute, adorable, snuggable man like this after all this time?”
The voice is back. His, but not his. The same voice he remembers from the coma. The one that told him to get off his ass and wake up is now telling him weird things while his system shakes from the overflowing rush of - well, whatever it is. Sehun jerks his hand back, holding it close to his chest and he crumples to the floor, chest heaving. “You can have the tuna.”
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