lovely bones.
he’s in the habit of avoiding his duties on the weekend. it doesn’t matter how ‘popular’ he is—how requested—free time is something precious and sehun doesn’t like to squander it. his mornings are spent in the sanctuary of his sheets counting the pockmarks in the ceiling. the smell of alcohol lingers a little too strongly on his skin to warrant anything but a shower when he finally gets up; his hair wild, his eyes dulled with remnants of a restless slumber.
half of him wants to crawl back in once he’s finished his shower—
it takes everything in him to turn away.
even if his weekends are his, they’re wasted sleeping ( even if it’s the only thing he ever wants to do ). rubbing his eyes, the male departs his tiny apartment soon after and stumbles headlong into the rush of the city. breakfast is his first order of business, and he finds it on the corner of some ratty alleyway and an older district intersection. the small café stands out as a bright spot in the shadows; neon lights on a slate grey day.
sehun glances skyward and hopes for rain.
the internet café, as it turns out to be, sells soft bagels—and that’s what he orders before he chooses a seat, one by the bookshelves lining the far left wall. before long, his order is up; his name echoing from behind the counter and the light in his hand blinking—signaling.
but he’s asleep in his recliner by then, dozing lightly with little more than a nudge from a rainy day and a comfy chair.
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