Sehun sits quietly in his make-up chair, as the make-up noona’s rush all around him, trying to give him the right look for the photoshoot. He was playing on his phone, feeling a little bored a sudden notification popped up on the screen telling him he was almost out of battery. He reached down into his bag only to find that his charger wasn’t there, he must of left it at home. With a deep sigh over his stupidity, he quickly dials up his boyfriend.
“Você deixou um bilhete com uma rosa no portão de casa. E eu chorei. Chorei por ter você comigo. Por tudo que pensei e por todas as barreiras que já colocara entre nós. Como pode ser tão dolorido aceitar que se está apaixonada?”