When Sehun was younger he had dreams that would change every week. From being a successful business man who could buy every toy he wanted, to being a superhero so he could beat up the bully who bothered him and his friends and almost anything in between.

It was so much easier being a child compared to being an adult.

Sehun thought while he was sitting behind the counter of his store. He absently strummed a sad tune on his guitar. There was only one other person in the shop with him. He was staring at the guitars hanging on the wall. It would probably take some time before the guy made a decision about whether or not it was worth it to pay all that money for a guitar.

Sehun looked up from his instrument when the bell above the main door rang, but he didn’t stop strumming the sad, melancholy tune.

"You're late, hyung." He said with some annoyance in his voice. ‘’As always.’’

Jongin shot a dark glare at the younger one. "Could you for once play something that won’t make me feel like running into a corner and burst out into tears?"

The younger one only scoffed and continued playing the sad tune Jongin hated so much.
Jongin rolled his eyes before throwing something in the direction of the store owner. Sehun moved to the side just in time to dodge it and caused the magazine to hit the wall behind him before it fell on the floor in a burst of fluttering pages.

"I should fire you." Sehun remarked indifferently.

"You could do that, but then you'd have no one to look after the store when you're off with Sunhee. Speaking of her, I saw that in