"Sehunie, are you okay? You sounded...on the phone... you sounded..." Junmyeon punched in the passcode and ran into sehun's apartment because he knows he can, he knows he was silently given the right to do so. He finds sehun sitting on the carpet tucked in between the glass coffee table and the foot of the sofa with his knees gathered up to his chin, visibly shaking. His eyes look bloodshot and there are dried