#(&p.)

[hvnire]

@resplexndent·:

It was another one of those extremely boring days, which everything made the male wish he was dead — or at least asleep. And poor guy, he was always so tired and stressed, everything he wanted was to stay home writing or reading, or anything else that could keep him relaxed, calm. Oh, how much he’d love to be sleeping…

And there he was, sitting in the same table of the same café he used to frequent. The same vegan apple pie and the same cup of mint tea right in front of him, and eyes glazed somewhere random. He was simply thinking, wonderig, completely distracted, not really noticing things around him nor who was around him — much less who was at his blurry sight. After all, his attention was all turned to his thought, his mind.

But once he heard the sudden voice, suprisingly directed to him, he was finally free from his tance, his eyes finally met the stranger’s face. His expression was serious and yet soft, much different from the other’s, who seemed to be rather annoyed and angry.

· · · · ·———— ❝ Oh? Ah, um… I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to stare—- I was just… distracted. ❞

     “of course,” sehun replies, words followed by a dramatic roll of eyes that in all its essence lacked the stingy, poisonous trait he usually holds. he tries, yes he does- he doesn’t want ryan thinking that sehun has somehow come to enjoy the older’s company, but it has come to a point where the blond can barely keep up the tough façade around the boy.

     sehun may complain a lot, but in the end, he still stays behind to offer some company. in the end, all ryan has to do is ask and sehun will be right next to him.

     “when is your head ever not up in the clouds?” he asks rhetorically then, leaning his chin on his hand and raising an annoyed brow at the shorter. “if i’m sitting in front of you, the least you can do is actually pay attention to me.”

[hvnire]

@macabreia

he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he doesn’t even know what he is thinking — shock pulses hard in his veins and although sehun is usually a fan of adrenaline, this one exceeds all limits and only makes the blond feel sick to the stomach. 

he never meant for something like this to happen. the blood staining his hands wasn’t even his fault, and yet, it was sehun the one carrying the burden, the one brave enough to come back and try to save the situation. he’s been called a lot of names, from ruthless to arrogant to everything imaginable, and yet from everyone in his group, he was the only one to stay behind. he could go home, he knew he was free of harm, and he knew his friend wouldn’t do the same for him were the situation reverse.

and yet there he was, cleaning up after someone else’s mess.

“shit,” he breathes out in a shaky whisper, straightening his back to look around with alert eyes. his feet had taken him to the morgue - and god knows how he even managed to sneak in -, yet now that he was actually there, he just didn’t know what to do. he couldn’t think, not when his mind was clouded with anxiety, not when everything felt so overhwelming and at the same time, so empty.

finding the body - the corpse - had been easy, given how recent the accident had been, and it wasn’t until he was met with the lifeless face that sehun realised he had no idea what he was actually looking for. his friend had been paranoid, shaking and begging him to go back, to make sure there was no evidence, no clue that could lead the police to him. it seemed like an easy enough task, at least to reassure his friend, yet now that he was physically there, he never felt so much regret and anxiety at the same time. 

he just knew he had to get this over and done with before being caught and blamed for a disaster he did not cause.