Sehun doesn’t question what’s brought him to Giana’s house. Just knows he’s standing there outside the front door, case of beer in one hand and sunglasses on. After he knocks, he staggers back a few steps and glances down the street as if he’s plotting a fast getaway. “It’s Sehun,” he announces. Like he hadn’t texted her five minutes before getting here that he was dropping back. It’d been a while since they talked --- so fucking long --- but he hadn’t deleted her. Maybe she deleted him. “Open up, Gi.” Or tell me to fuck off ... whatever ... @ofhcwlings









