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@yixingvk
racks and racks of clothing along with yixing. the cold is biting at his bones, his marrow structure deteriorates. the pyrokinetic was prone to the winter, he wasn’t in the mood for browsing clothing, let alone with the biggest realist whose out to get him and his dreams.
and sehun’s dreams are barely big enough to be crush and yet here he is, browsing, shopping with him.
sehun dislikes shopping, he doesn't know what to do, what to buy, he doesn’t enjoy things he doesn’t know. so he slumps and tears hangers off the racks and into his arms. of course he’s still bitter, his heart still carrying the weight of guilt. the weight of everyone’s lost physical parts of themselves weigh on him and it leaves a bitter taste to his tongue.
“have you ever thought, just maybe, if you weren’t a mutant,” god he hated saying the word aloud, it made him cringe, almost contorting his face. “life would be better, easier if anything.” and there he goes, letting a slimmer of himself out there to yixing, now all he can do is hold his breath to see if he takes it and throws it.