nothing else matters.

      ❝——Awww.❞

Sehun can't help but coo as the other whines. It's not the first time Minseok has said something like that, and it certainly won't be the last, but deep down Sehun knows that, when it comes down to it, his roommate is not going to leave. Or at least he hopes so, because the short boy with big cheeks and chocolate eyes is Sehun's saving grace, even though he will never admit it out loud.

      ❝I'm sorry Minseokie, you know I'm not good with the washing machine. But look at the bright side! Your shirts are all pink now, and that color looks greeeat on you.❞

"Let go!"

"Get up"

"What??"

"Yes."

"No."

"Stop it!"

"I win"

"You win"

"Fine."

"Shut up."

"Hey!"

"Please..."

"Help!"

"I promise."

"Who's there?"

"Thank you"

"Run."

"Let's fuck"

"You're drunk"

"Kiss me."

"What's wrong?"

"Make me."

"Fuck off."

"Not yet"

"Go away!"

Sehun raises an eyebrow; his very superficial self takes an interest in those heart-shaped lips and small frame, heart aching with some sort of sympathy because in high school he had a terrible lisp that made him sound like a mess.

      ❝——Hey Kyungsoo.❞

The name rolls easily off the tongue. Sehun adjusts the strap of his messenger bag on his shoulder and gives the other a small, amused grin.

There’s no hesitation in Sehun’s eyes, no stranger danger ringing in his brain as he reaches for the cupcake and takes a bite. He licks his lips and hums, content with the sugary taste in his mouth.

The smile falls off Sehun's face faster than the speed of lightning. He looks down at the plate of pumpkin cookies-- and yeah, they might be a bit burnt, and they might look like little pebbles, but Sehun made them with his heart. He tries not to look too bummed out and clears his throat; then he stubbornly raises his chin in a prideful manner and speaks, the bass of his voice bouncing off the walls of a room that suddenly got chilly and quiet.

       ❝——Sorry.❞

Sehun tries to keep that bratty petulance out of his voice, he really does, but his red cheeks and quick movements show his growing irritation.

He taps his knuckles on the counter, eyes searching for the cashier who left ten minutes ago to do god knows what. His clothes are soaked, his hair is a mess, and he can see the rain falling hard behind the glass doors of the small convenience store. With a huff, Sehun turns around to face the man, a pout on his lips as he whines.

"Is your shirt on backwards? Because it looks like it might be…"

"This is a surprise. I didn’t think I would be seeing you again anytime soon."

"Hey, I brought you a coffee."

"That is a hideous tie."

"Have you ever had a song stuck in your head?"

"Yes, I quoted Star Wars. Are you really that surprised?"

"Andy Warhol was overrated."

"Sorry about that. My hand slipped."

"Don't suppose you have a cigarette?"

"Do you have anything to read? This might take a while."

"I feel like __________ for dinner."

"I don't suppose you could hurry this up."

"Did you wash you hands?"

"I have something like that."

"I really don't want to talk about that. Why don't you tell me about your day?"

"Headache. Go away."

"I don't believe it. Not for a second."

"Can I see your phone?"

"I don't know what you want but leave me alone."

"Ow! Owowowowowow. Ow. Ow. Ow..."

"Are we waiting for someone else?"

"I'm not going to eat that."

"You should stop watching the news. It's depressing."

"When did you get a new car?"

"I don't want to stay here any longer. This is awful."

"Haven't you had enough?"