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Sojin’s brows raise above their usual position and she knows him better than he knows himself, which could only lead to a soft “uh huh” laced in disbelief. His eyes are donning dark circles underneath them and his hair is a mess, his shirt is unbuttoned, and she sees the scars on his arms that could only come from one source. Not to mention the stench of cigarette smoke that kills her softly with secondhand smoke that just so happens to be wafting into her senses in every corner of the home.

“I can see that you’re tired, little one.” Her voice stays monotone and she suddenly sits up, clearing the cake and utensils to one side of the table to leave the space in between them open, take away the smeared cream cheese and sugar mixture that contrasts the mahogany and manages to take her attention away for a good thirty seconds. The silence only clears when a vibration from her phone captures her thoughts away, but she decides to ignore the notification and reverts her eyes to the chiseled jaw that lays in front of her, and she sighs, reaching over to place one of her thin hands above his equally seemingly malnourished one.

Her manicured nails trace her name into the pale skin there and she can only let out another sigh as her eyes shift to meet his, her voice lowering just above a whisper.

“Sehun, are you really alright?" A pang of guilt hits her straight in the gut and she moves her chair closer, shifting her hand to rub circles into the back of his palm. "I know I haven’t been around, but that’s not an excuse for you to fall down some sort of abyss and reduce yourself to…” She trails off and motions with her eyes to the scars on his arm where a syringe would perfectly fit. “You know what happens if you lie to me, right?" 

A hint of a smile twitches at the corners of her lips and she tries to find humor in the situation, just for the sake of the other and to justify her nagging, but the laughter doesn’t leave or even form.