17 AGAIN
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it’s practically a reunion of sorts, there’s a few familiar faces he can’t quite put a name to but remembers them from the flick of yearbook pages his mother whips out to coo over. but they remember him, that’s nice, he’s always been known for his magical genius-ness and extensive use of radical slurs behind a laptop. (playing video games or checking out pornstars in his teen years probably landed him such an image.)
they’re all in university now, it’s a big kid house party, so none of that bullshit is looking to tone down, if not, getting looking to get bigger. but sehun is not much of a socialite and it rattles in his body clock that a few of his friends are going to log in on call of duty in a couple of hours, he should keep that in mind.
the ever so cliche red solo cup in hand and a beer that tastes so cheap, his recluse of a uni student body almost wants to hurl and that brings the question, what was he doing here?
blaring some mesh of house and edm his eyes roll at the cliche of it all, but hey, free drinks.
it’s coincidence of course, he would never outwardly look for the girl who was allowed to hold his pubescent heart in her small hands. but, in this flock of people, he prefers her presence above all. especially when he’s caught wind of her expulsion and nightly activities he can’t help it. it’s normal to find yourself going towards your ex. that’s the laws of attraction, he supposes it’s only natural to find yourself needing the presence of first woes or whatever.
“my, my. isn’t it the girl who had my eighteen year old self swooning?” it’s sarcasm for the sake of it, just to get her going. (because if she’s anything like he remembers, it’s worth having iseul all pissed off and angry.)