It was already 11:30 pm. You entered a 24/7 cake shop to buy a birthday cake for Sehun.

You thought of surprising him in the midnight for his birthday. You bought him a plaid shirt as a gift and an austere round chocolate cake with three candles to be blown.

*It will rain soon*

You ran outside with a paper bag on your left hand, the cake on your right hand, and your bag hanging on your shoulder.

If I wasn’t in love with you, I’d practically not do these things, Oh Sehun. You thought.

You called a taxi and got into it as soon as it parked in front of you.

It was a 20-minute ride.

You arrived at Sehun’s place. You staggered towards the front door as you try to hold everything in your left hand.

You curved your lips into a smile before knocking at the door.

No answer.

You knocked again.

No answer.

You knocked several times more.

No luck.

Sehun must be here. He should be here. You twisted the knob, only realizing that it was open. You barged in out of frustration.

The place was cluttered. The pillows were thrashed everywhere. The center table is misplaced.

You peered in the kitchen. The dishes were not yet settled.

Everything seemed to be not in place.

You started to tremble, wondering what caused this.

Or who.

You took small and silent steps to Sehun’s room, but the wooden floor would still creak.

“Sehun?” You leaned your ear to the his bedroom door.

Silence.

“Sehun?” You called again.

Impatiently, you twisted the knob open. You were welcomed with a horrid view.

A very dreadful and horrid view.

Your eyes dilated and eventually tears streamed down your face.

You can’t believe it…. Your brother is draping an arm around Sehun.

Luhan was sleeping with Sehun.

Your whole