foreign affairs (sehun)

sixteen

As much as I wish I could say I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a stream of sunlight through my window, my morning certainly wasn't that.

I cracked my eye open, struggling to place the empty, gurgling sound echoing through my room quietly. I could feel sweet sticking my black pyjama shorts to my legs, white shirt twisted around my torso tightly. As uncomfortable as I was, thankfully, I wasn't hungover. I hadn't drank enough the night before to have that familiar feeling, but I could only pray for Baekyun and...

Sehun.

I sat upright quickly, eyes going wide. Jesus, the light outside was bright and white, instantly telling me it was at least midday. Thrusting my feet out of the tangled blanket, I scrambled to the source of the weird gargling; the bathroom.

I slammed the door open quickly, panting the entire way. 

Sehun looked at me ludicrously, from where he was bent over the sink. Quickly, he spat out the water he had in his mouth, wiping off the excess from his chin quickly, bandaged hand still wound up tightly. "What?" He asked, moving to wipe off his hands on a towel.

"I thought you were throwing up again, Jesus Christ." I said, huffing slightly. I bent over, hands on my bare thighs as I puffed. "I thought you might be doing it in your sleep or something."

Sehun just shook his head, with a little bit of a laugh huffed through his nose. "Nope, I'm alive." He grumbled, moving to rinse off my toothbrush. "Barely, but alive."

I rolled my eyes at his actions. "Did you use my toothbrush again?"

"Maybe. The damage was already done the first time, so whatever."

I grumbled, but left the matter alone, instead turning to head to the kitchen. "How are you feeling?" I asked him, bending over to rifle through the contents of the fridge. "Half dead?"

"Three-quarters." Sehun said, watching me sift from the doorway to the bathroom, arms crossed. 

I straightened, taking a swig from the milk carton quickly. "You should eat." I said, gulping quickly and ignoring his grimace at me slurping from the bottle. "I have a ton of eggs, you want some?"

Sehun shrugged, following me inside the kitchen and settling down onto one of the rickety chairs. "Yeah, sure, as long as they don't get anywhere need that milk." He said, pointing towards the carton sitting on my counter.

I rolled my eyes, waving him off with the back of my hand. "I know, I know." I said, bending over to grab a frying pan from the cupboard. "Its almost empty anyway."

Sehun just grumbled in response, and I could feel him watching me from the table, his aura nearly suffocating. Straightening, I tossed it onto the stove, twisting the burner to a roaring hot flame.

I poured some oil into the pan, tilting it to cover the entire bottom, before nabbing an egg from the carton quickly. Giving it a firm tap on the counter, I cracked it into the sizzling pan, watching the milky liquid turn a brilliant white once it hit the searing metal.

"Sunny, over easy or scrambled?" I asked, grabbing a fork from the drawer beside me. I glanced over my shoulder at him quickly, flicking my hair out of my face.

"Over easy." Sehun said, moving to fiddle with his phone quickly. His hair was now hanging in tendrils around his face, and I couldn't tell if it was last night's gel or just naturally so tousled. Maybe he had just as much of a restless sleep as I did.

I grabbed a bowl to scramble my own egg in, splashing in some milk alongside my egg.

"You better not put that into the same pan as mine."