—graffiti hearts
@hpjsuran​ ,
➝ 2 am, and sehun finally gets off his shift. the music fest has him beat, working for five hours straight at a packed bar. but he can’t complain about $200 in tips for one night. first things first: three soju shots and a cigarette. second: text someone to chill. he’s tired but it’s the weekend for christ’s sake. question is, who should be text? he scrolls through his contact list. seungjae... songyi... suran. a good time always follows close on suran’s heels and he hasn’t seen her in forever, so he sends her a message. thinking of painting the town red, want in?
sehun tells her to meet him in front of Ark in half an hour if she’s down. he stops at home first and changes into darker clothes. from the back of the coat closet, he digs out his duffle bag of graffiti cans, unfortunately abandoned about for the past month or so. on the way out, he grabs his skateboard and heads for the bar. when he gets there, there’s still a relatively large crowded spilling out of its doors, indie pop music leaking out into the street and mixing with the chatter of a drunken crowd. he waits to the side, smoking and waiting for the troublemaker to show.
