foreign affairs (sehun)

twelve

Slowly but surely, we all fell into a little pattern; eating dinner together, comparing class loads, quizzing each other before tests, and of course, hitting a couple bars along the way. We all spent our free time the past month or so talking, laughing, growing together, all slowly becoming different aspects of one thriving life force.

We were inseparable.

Ky and I would always cook together, and approach each other first when we had a burning question regarding life's deep issues. We would debate and banter, our intellects challenging each other to see new points of view.

Chanyeol and I fell together over English, to start, before we realized to shared love of stupid, retro video games and old-school music. We would join each other in our rooms, vibing to new tunes, looking for vintage Nintendo DS' and games to play together, and quizzing Chan on his verb tenses before he had his practical exams.

Baekhyun introduced me to new-school style, helping me throw together new ensembles when I felt like looking particularly well-put together for whatever reason. He helped me gain self-confidence, giving me encouragement to introduce myself to others in new and uncomfortable situations, giving me the self-assurance I needed to tackle my life problems, one step at a time.

And, Sehun and I had our little moments in the elevator every morning.

"Again, jagi? God, I'm supposed to be eating healthy." Sehun said, rolling his eyes but still taking my offering of a steam bun.

I grinned at him. "I suck at cooking for one apparently, you enjoy them so why wouldn't I give them to you?" I said, sticking out my tongue at him playfully. I sauntered inside, not bothering to press the button since Sehun definitely already had, like usual.

"Still, I've gotta be staying lean! Bring me, like, granola and shit, I can't be eating all these carbs." Sehun whined, but his slender fingers still opened the bag and grabbed the bun.

"Then why are you eating it?" I asked with a smirk, leaning on the wall.

"Jagi, there's people that are dying." Sehun said with a smirk. "It's rude of me to just get rid of it."

I rolled my eyes at him playfully. "Then send it to the starving people, Sehun-ah."

"Right, I wasn't even thinking. Do you happen to know their address?" Sehun said with a smirk, swallowing the bun in hunks.

"Nope, google it." I said with a grin.

Sehun flicked his dark hair, grabbing more chunks of bun. "So jagi, you doing okay yet?"

I sighed deeply, my eyes screwing shut. "Better, a lot better."

The events of the past few weeks had really caused the stress to pile up, both with Kai and with school. Mom hadn't stopped calling, asking how I was doing (sigh) or if there was any way I would be able to come home for Thanksgiving. Refusing to take no for an answer, she had left another couple voicemails on my phone this morning, begging me to try and scramble for some last minute flights back to Vancouver.

I didn't even bother listening, not wanting to get homesick.

"Well better is better than nothing." Sehun shrugged, eyes glancing back up to me. The elevator doors slid open, and we walked towards the doors together. The cool late autumn air hit my hands, making goosebumps erupt against my skin as I held the door for Sehun. He passed though, and I pattered after him, like usual.

I tucked my hands in the pocket of my hoodie with a huff. "I've also been staying up super late the past couple nights, I have a big test today and I know that doing 'decent' won't be good enough."