While Sehun traipsed around the manor unaccompanied as Jongin insisted he need his "beauty sleep"; the young man located Kyungsoo standing atop a ladder, pulling fruits from one of the many trees. Hurriedly, Sehun scurried across the passages until he was in the garden.

"Kyungsoo!" he greeted buoyantly.

"Hello, Sir!"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm picking the leftovers. They developed unusually late, but I'm going to give them to Chanyeol to see if they're salvageable in any way possible." Kyungsoo scrutinized Sehun. "And I wouldn't eat that if I were you."

Sehun's lips thinned in distaste.

The fruit was rotten.