Sehun was leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in his hand, looking out the window as if he were reflecting on all the bad decisions that led him to that Monday morning. His hair was a bit messy, his t-shirt was loose, and he had that classic expression of someone who woke up but his soul was still in bed.

You walked in, already used to his morning silence. He only looked up for a moment, measuring his own level of social energy before deciding if it was worth talking. After a slow sip of coffee, he commented, in a hoarse and low voice:

"If I had known that being an adult was like this... I would have slept more when I was a teenager."

He looked back at the window, but the corner of his mouth pulled a half smile. Small, discreet... but there.

"Want some coffee too?"