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[♔] After the first thirty seconds, Sojin contemplates getting the hell out of there, but she remembers what kind of man Sehun is and how long it takes him to get from the couch to the bathroom, no matter how desperate he is for the toilet, and she stands there with a cake in hand as the sun shines down right on her BB mated face. The door finally opens to show a Sehun that she’s definitely used to - lazy, ungroomed, and smoking. Before she knows it, the bum in front of her takes the delicacy from her hand and she rolls her eyes before inviting herself in and slipping off the pair of expensive pumps that look so out of place next to the worn-out sneakers next to them. 

The welcome comes after the door is shut and her coat is already hanging on the rack by the entrance. 

“Thanks, punk. I would’ve come in, even if you told me to get out,” she murmurs, knowing he’ll hear it all anyways.

The cigarette isn’t a new sight, but a sigh leaves her lips as she runs a hand through her hair and makes her way to the piano in its designated room with her composition book in her grasp, escorting herself to the location. 

“You’ll get cancer if you haven’t already, and you know who’s gonna be paying those bills when you’re on your deathbed?” Her voice increases as she nears the small paradise of the enclosed room, and she doesn’t bother to hear a reply - because she knows she won’t get one. “Me.” Of course, she knows that he has parents and family, but if she was being realistic, she herself was the closest to actual family he had - from what she knows. 

After a quick check to make sure he actually did what he said he did of tuning the piano, she confirms his actions with a nod and hum of approval before she makes her way back to where Sehun is with the now marred cake. 

“You have forks.” She rolls her eyes for the umpteenth time around him and makes her way to grab two units of the silverware, tossing one in front of him before she takes her seat beside him and pokes at the sweet. Just the air between them shows that she wasn’t called over for no reason at all and the easily spotted dark circles, along with the small scars that show on his arm only add to the hypothesis in her head. “How’ve you been?”