Singing calls his attention. Carefully backing up until his tail touches the tree trunk, the squirrel stands upright and peers through the leaves. His ears catch shuffling and crunching and snapping—feet trying to sneak through the natural carpet of the woods.

The singing softens to a murmur—the boy can't remember the exact words—and he ducks his head and stands on his toes looking for something.

Pulling his tail around himself, the squirrel tucks himself into a fuzzy brown ball and holds his breath, trying not to laugh as his friend walks right beneath the branch he sits on.

"Se-hun-ah..." the boy sing-songs. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" As if that would work. Sehun's been wise to that sweet tone for a long time, now.

When the boy plunders away, Sehun crawls down the trunk. He goes tail-first, so the blood doesn't rush to his head. Once on the ground, he looks the way his friend had gone and shifts to something a little bigger and faster and hops in the boy's footsteps.

"Sehun-ah... I have a treat for you, if you come out." Now that's just cheating, but that's just Jongdae.