calling card ∬ sm&osh
[msg ; minhottie] yeah, of course you can stay over. [msg ; minhottie] see you soon.
Sehun sent the messages - along with his address - and rolled out of his bed. He’d been laying there for at least the past hour trying to draft up a new blog post - to no avail. So he’d been glad to have a distraction which came in the form of Minho’s texts. It could have been anyone, theoretically, but he was glad that Minho was coming over. He liked him, even if he couldn’t necessarily always say why.
He scanned the apartment, knowing that the other probably wouldn’t care that much if his apartment was a bit messy, but he made a quick effort to halfheartedly toss clothes into the hamper and lazily make the bed. He just slipped a shirt on when there was a sound at the door, and he walked over to open it.











