[...] being met with sehun looking like a kicked puppy - visible guilt from his earlier actions, he knew -, baekhyun sighed and leaned against the doorframe, small understanding smile on his lips. he eyed the taller for a second or two, giving him time in case sehun wanted to say something — but when the other didn’t, the shorter went ahead and grabbed a gentle hold of the other’s wrist to pull him in. “come on, sehunnie. my mom baked lemon biscuits today.”
sehun had spent the last half an hour pulling out his own hair as he tried to come up with the words to apologize, because the last thing he wants to do is to be mean to baekhyun. sehun knew he was better than that, even under all the pressure. and now that he was at baekhyun's door, his head was empty. he just didn't know how he was going to reason his words; sehun just had a lot on his plate with his secret alter ego which he didn't want to tell baekhyun just yet.
baekhyun was, however, a saint on earth with the way he just reached out and invited him in, and sehun returned the smile slightly as he followed along and stepped in; he had always liked baekhyun's family (although he doesn't exactly come along with his father), and the scent of the home was always welcoming to him. "i'm sorry", sehun muttered then, looking down as he closed the door after him. "for being a douche."