Sehun barely got a wink of sleep last night from the excessive amount of scenarios that played in his head. The restless author gathered every last bit of his will to get out of bed for another long day ahead. After yesterday’s whole ordeal that ended up with little to no progress, he could only hope for some luck today. He threw on casual wear, leaving his overgrown hair down but quickly ran back to retrieve his baseball cap and face mask. Sehun almost forgot that he was the public’s enemy at the moment. On his way to his managing company, Bohyun interrupted him with a call.

“Where are you?” Bohyun asked, the weariness in his manager’s voice could be heard.

“I’m almost at the company,” he answered with his eyes scanning the road ahead. Sehun made a swift turn that would lead him directly to the building’s parking lot, although he would have to pass by the entrance first.

“Don’t come.” 

At first he didn’t register his manager’s vague warning, but once he reached the front entrance, it was too late to turn back. There were protesters and banners, demanding Sehun’s work to be taken off the shelves. Some of those signs were made up by the most merciless sayings about the writer, pinning him at the same level as his father. At least twenty individuals lined up in front, a few of them shouting false claims to purposely disrupt incoming workers and clients who were entering the building. When one of the protesters started to taunt a pregnant staff member by the gate, that was the last straw for Sehun. If they were to direct the harassment only towards him, he could possibly let it slide by. But he absolutely despise seeing innocent people get dragged into his own mess. Incredibly appalled by the scene, his brows furrowed in dismay as he shifted his gear towards the building. The furious writer left his foreign vehicle parked at a restricted spot, just to cut right to the chase. As he approached the crowd, the chanting began to die out, partially due to shock that HUN had the guts to show his face during a time like this.

“Murderer!” they began to pick up their momentum once more.

Sehun ignored the turbulent before him to focus on helping the distressed mother. He rushed over to her side, not hesitating once to shove those who cramped up around her. Once he was able to safely her in, Sehun shifted his attention back at the group. Burning rage hissed through his body, slowly engulfing his moralities. He marched towards the angry protesters and proceeded to snatch the signs out of their hands. A few of them tried to hold him back, but were evidently pushed aside in no time. Sehun went off like an out of control bull run, causing those around him to step back in fear of getting hurt. Soon enough, there were multiple cameras pointed at him. 

“Is this just entertainment for you?!” he snapped. Ironically, the cameras didn’t bother him anymore. He was too frustrated at the cruel world to even care.

News traveled quickly in this new age of social media. Bohyun could be seen rushing out to stop the writer from crossing the line, as if he didn’t already. He hurriedly pulled his employer away from the scene, but were immediately met with challenges of those refusing to let Sehun go. A swarm of protesters jumped in once they saw the opportunity, some cursed at the writer while others resorted to using physical contact to tug and pull at the pair. 

“Take your car and leave!” Bohyun pushed the younger one out just in time for security to step. Sehun watched his manager motioning for him to leave, and before things got out of hand again, he decided to ditch the scene after realizing how messy things got.

Sehun kept driving endlessly until he reached his desired destination. He found himself pulling up to a familiar apartment building—Haemi’s, to be exact. His hands trembled in the claustrophobic space as he stumbled out, cold sweat rolling down the side of his temple. By the time he reached the second floor, his legs were starting to give out. With weary eyes, he continuously rang Haemi’s doorbell until she answered. 

“Sehun—“ she stuttered, slightly baffled by his abrupt visit. 

“You said you’d help me,” he began timidly, “…so help me, please.”

Her phone happened to go off incoherently in the background. Something told Haemi that the call may be related to the man standing before her. Although she didn’t need confirmation from anyone else but Sehun. 

“Do you want to come inside first?” she asked him.

Sehun shook his head profusely as if he were in rush to go somewhere. She understood his cue quite well. Pinching the sleeves of her sweater together, Haemi brought her hand up to his forehead to wipe away the obvious beads of sweat. She smiled tenderly, not wanting to add on to his distress. 

“Wait here. Give me a minute to grab my stuff.”

Haemi headed back inside her apartment in a hurry to grab some essentials. She pulled a sweatshirt over her head hastily as she went for her bag and keys. Catching a quick glimpse at the text messages sent by Mina and coworkers, she decided to ignore their concern. 

As promised, she came back for him. “Ready?” Haemi nudged him lightly.

He answered with a simple nod on their way out. By the time they reached his car, Haemi purposely blocked the driver’s door with her frame. She put out her hand, awaiting for Sehun to hand over his keys. Letting him drive in his current state was not an option at the moment.

“If you want my help then let me drive,” she asserted.

It didn’t take much for Sehun to surrender. He took the passenger side in the process, quietly fastening his seatbelt while waiting for her to question his behavior. She didn’t of course, Haemi always made sure that he was comfortable enough to tell her anything before pressing him for answers. Surely enough, this method worked every time. 

“I got into a fight with some people…” he finally mustered up his courage to speak. 

“Did anyo