@fmdwren
He came to Duri’s apartment with a Gucci backpack stuffed with old dvds, low-calorie snacks, and a large, plush alpaca under his arm. Earlier, Seungmin made a decision to mimic his younger self for the sake of preserving his sanity for Decipher’s upcoming promotions and maybe, just maybe, he wanted to go back for a few hours and pretend to be like the old him.
Duri gave him the pass-code to his apartment, so getting in wasn’t difficult. Seungmin waltzed into his home like he belonged there, although inside his nerves were bubbling with anxiety. Just because Duri still gave him the benefit of the doubt didn’t mean that he’d be thrilled to see him.
He pulled his hat off and called into the apartment, “Duri? You here?” he asked, hearing nothing in response. The lights were on, but it seemed no one was home. “You taking a shit?” Seungmin called again, and frowning, set his bag and coat down at the table. He figured that in any case he could wait a bit and began shifting through the movies he brought, most starring young anime heroines and magic cats. It wasn’t much later that he began hearing footsteps and, assuming Duri finally decided to crawl out of his hole, turned towards the noise with a smile.
Which didn’t last long. When he saw a woman standing there instead of Duri his lips immediately melted into a deep frown. “Oh,” Seungmin began, tone heavy with disappointment, “it’s you.”
