#osh;starter

society is decimated, and earth is overrun. major cities across the globe are in total shambles, and humans that aren’t dead are close to it or suffering. sehun doesn’t mind, though; why should he, when he had a hand in all of this? he likes how messy the world is now since it gives him the freedom to do whatever he wants. 

like take a slave, for example. a lot of demons such as himself have found more use for humans when they’re alive rather than dead, and sehun likes keeping a little collection of dumb humans to order around and please him in whatever way he sees fit. he also likes replacing them here and there because, well, why not? he can do whatever he likes. 

the flat he’s in wasn’t his, but it’s his now, and it’s fancy as hell and allows him a good view of the city as different districts are set aflame. it’s nice, and the wifi service is good, too. 

chaeyeon’s house is... comfortable. it’s literally his second home, especially considering he’s crashed ten thousand times on the stupid, half-blown air mattress by her bed and he has at least four shirts here (which he suspects she wears, but he’s not exactly mad about it). most days, though, he just takes his afternoons off on her bed, trying his best to catch up on legend of the blue sea. 

most times, she lets him, too, except today she wants to flip the channels because the story’s gotten too boring, and for some reason him threatening to never speak to her again if she changes the channel doesn’t faze her (which is upsetting, because losing contact with oh sehun is the worst thing ever!), so he ends up having to wrestle her for the remote like they’re stupid kids that can’t decide on one cartoon. 

he knows he probably shouldn’t be playing rough with her at this point considering he’s at least a head and a half taller than her and, like, way, way pointier as a person, but he does it anyway, reaching whatever bit of flesh he can get his hands on to prod and tickle her into relenting. 

one way or another, he finds himself straddling her lap, trapping her tiny wrists in one hold, and in his other hand is the remote, which had been pressed so many times that they were now watching the french news. his breathing is labored, but his face is nothing short of triumphant as he looks down at her.

sehun... is not having a good day. he’s been yelled at by customers on a rush hour morning shift and was also late to class because of said morning shift, which actually meant late to an exam he had absolutely forgotten was happening on that day. to make matters worse, his mom had called, and he doesn’t love ten-minute nagging conversations with her that make him feel like he’s back at home as an eight-year-old. all in all... he needs to blow off steam.

no one can tolerate him when he’s in this kind of mood -- not even jongin, one of god’s more patient creations, can really stick around and listen to sehun froth at the mouth. thus, he’s had to find new outlets to release his rage. it had been a hard search, but once he’d found it, it was probably the best and most gratifying way. 

from class, sehun makes a beeline to an all-too-familiar dormitory, ignoring the girls that titter as he zooms by. he memorizes this place probably more than its janitor does, and it takes him less than five minutes to land at the right door. he doesn’t even bother with the doorbell and just pounds his fist against the wood, calling out in tandem.

sehun && sohee -- @invisiblemvnsters

sehun could have sworn he’d turned off the lights when he’d left his dorm room this morning. it wasn’t like he’d been in a rush to go to class -- or, you know, more specifically, the booty call that came right before it. the most valuable thing he probably had in the dorm was his bed since his laptop, phone, and wallet were all safe in his bag and pockets. he’s only mildly surprised to see that the yellow glow of the living room lamp is spilling through the gap between his front door and the floor.

when he enters the room, he smells a familiar mixture of vanilla shampoo and light perfume, and he immediately deduces who’s broken and entered. what confuses him is why she’s still around.