lovely bones.
heâs in the habit of avoiding his duties on the weekend. it doesnât matter how âpopularâ he isâhow requestedâfree time is something precious and sehun doesnât like to squander it. his mornings are spent in the sanctuary of his sheets counting the pockmarks in the ceiling. the smell of alcohol lingers a little too strongly on his skin to warrant anything but a shower when he finally gets up; his hair wild, his eyes dulled with remnants of a restless slumber.
half of him wants to crawl back in once heâs finished his showerâ
it takes everything in him to turn away.
even if his weekends are his, theyâre wasted sleeping ( even if itâs the only thing he ever wants to do ). rubbing his eyes, the male departs his tiny apartment soon after and stumbles headlong into the rush of the city. breakfast is his first order of business, and he finds it on the corner of some ratty alleyway and an older district intersection. the small cafĂŠ stands out as a bright spot in the shadows; neon lights on a slate grey day.
sehun glances skyward and hopes for rain.
the internet cafĂŠ, as it turns out to be, sells soft bagelsâand thatâs what he orders before he chooses a seat, one by the bookshelves lining the far left wall. before long, his order is up; his name echoing from behind the counter and the light in his hand blinkingâsignaling.
but heâs asleep in his recliner by then, dozing lightly with little more than a nudge from a rainy day and a comfy chair.
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