You don’t much care for Oh Sehun, and he sure doesn’t care about you. Right?
A/N Please send in some requests and sorry this is so long. I got a little carried away. Enjoy!
You liked calling him that. It was simple and quick, not to mention just fun to say. The way it rolled off your tongue made you grin, loving how it condescending it sounded; as if you were scolding him.
Oh, Sehun, what did you do now?
Oh, Sehun, I can’t believe this!
God knows he should be scolded more often.
No one ever seemed to be the one who wanted to do it. You never understood why, considering how rude and disrespectful he was. It would never make sense to you how he came to be as popular as he was. Perhaps people were simply afraid of him.
He was a jerk, that was all, and there were a lot scarier things in the world than that.
Sure, there were rumors. He was in a gang, he had a drug business on the side, he had thrown a chair at a judge once, he had sold his own kidney on the black market; you know, the usual.
Despite all this however he still seemed to be the top dog at school, which you found quite odd. It wasn’t even strange because he wasn’t very nice, it was strange because he was quiet. Truth be told you’d only heard him speak a handful of times, each of them being blunt and rather impolite, so it wasn’t like anyone had a reason to put him on a pedestal like they did.
OK, even you could admit he was good-looking, gorgeous actually, but with his ill manners and hot temper, it was quite easy to forget how attractive he was.
Well, to you at least. Nearly every other girl either swooned over him or ran in the opposite direction, too scared of him to form a proper opinion.
You did neither, just did your best to stay clear of the boy in general. The closest thing you’d ever had to interaction was when you were forced to sit next to him during detention one day. Other than that, all you did was make fun of him in your head and give your opinion when one of the girls at lunch decided to bring him up.
So why was he staring at you?
You were sure you hadn’t given him any reason to. Your uniform was clean and ironed, your hair washed and you’d just blown your nose last period so that wasn’t the issue. You just looked the same as you always did; hair out of your face, phone in your hand, makeup applied minimally. So why was he staring?
You turned to your friend, a slight concern beginning to work its way into your mind.
“Is there something on my face?”
She gave you a strange look and shook her head, confused considering you had asked her the same question just 10 minutes ago when lunch had ended.
“Why?” She wanted to know.
“Oh Sehun is staring and it’s really starting to creep me out,” you said in a hushed tone making sure your mouth moved as little as possible in case the boy who had his eyes fixated on you could read lips.
“Wha-” Your friend began to turn towards male in question before you grabbed her arm and hissed at her to stop drawing even more attention in your direction. By now some people were starting to notice and it was making you feel awkward.
Unsure of what to do you sent a small wave in Sehun’s direction, causing him to look away immediately.
“What the hell?” Your friend said as you made your say out of the room. “What was that all about?”
You just shook your head. How would you know?
“He’s doing it again,” your friend informed you during fourth period.
“I know,” you replied through gritted teeth in an effort to stop the teacher from catching you whispering in class.
It had been a week since the staring had started and it had only gotten worse. In every class you shared with him you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, annoying you and even making you a little nervous. In the cafeteria he had changed which side of the table he sat on so he was now facing you and you had noticed how he always seemed to be in the hall when you were on your way to class.
Perhaps you were his next victim, you reasoned. He didn’t like people saying things about him behind his back. Maybe he had heard one of your conversations at the lunch table. Maybe he was trying to unnerve you.
“Y/N!” Your boss called just as you had finished untying your apron. You sighed, just knowing he would ask you to do something else even though your shift was technically over.
“Someone spilled on the window seat; can you clean it up before you leave?”
You grit your teeth and nodded, before putting your apron back on and moving out from behind the counter, a cloth in one hand, a spray bottle in the other. It wasn’t so much that it was that bothersome to be asked to clean up a simple spill, it was just that this was the third time this week that your boss had kept you past your shift’s end and it was only Thursday.
Even so, you made your way over to the table with the bubble tea dripping from it, hoping against hope that somehow you would be compensated for all the extra time you were putting in.
Perhaps it was because of your annoyance that you didn’t notice the small child running towards you, or maybe you were simply too engrossed in humming your favourite song, but whatever the reason, you did not see the kid until it was too late. He slammed into you at full force, apparently unable to stop at his age, causing you to topple over into the remaining bubble tea and pulling a customer down with you by accident.
You landed in an awkward position, you laying oddly on top of said customer with your nose pressed against his ribs and your arm twisted strangely beneath you. Things only got worse from there.
“Oh Sehun?!” You yelped in shock as you caught sight of the person’s face of whom you were currently using as a mattress. He simply looked back at you with a raised eyebrow, his expression less angry than it should’ve been and his hair slick with bubble tea.
It took you a moment to find words and a moment more to find your footing. You stood quickly, face flushed, as you offered him a hand. One which he refused.
“I am so sorry,” You babbled as he inspected himself silently, shaking his hair out best he could. “I-”
“Do you live nearby?” He asked, interrupting your apology.
“What?” Your surprise was evident in your tone. Why did he want to know where you live? Wait, why was he here in the first place? Was he following you? At this point you wouldn’t put it past him.
“I said, do you live nearby?” He repeated, looking somewhat annoyed.
"Why do you need to know?” You asked, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.
“Because I have a very important appointment in 45 minutes and now I need a shower.” He replied as if it were obvious.
You gaped at him for a moment. He wanted to know where you lived so he could shower?
“Why not just go home?” You said, after you got over the initial shock of his response.
“My apartment is too far away,” he answered, getting more annoyed by the second. “So I’ll ask you again; do you live nearby?”
Unsure of how else to respond you nodded. What else could you do? Sure, he was weird and rude and everything else in between but you figured the least you could do was let him shower at your place considering you’re the one who got him into this mess in the first place.
To your surprise, he nodded and went over to stand by the door without complaint, allowing you to finish cleaning and getting ready to go in peace. Unfortunately, as was his usual manner, he didn’t take his eyes off you the whole time, making you rather self conscious.
“Okay, let’s go,” You said finally once you had grabbed your favourite bubble tea that your friend had made you on your way out and a pastry of your choice.
The first five minutes of the walk were spent in silence, with him seemingly unbothered and calm about this whole thing, except for the fact that he was standing much too close for your liking. Closer than he ever stood to anyone, as far as you could recall.
It was only after those five minutes that you noticed him eyeing your bubble tea and for the first time you considered that perhaps he had simply been in the shop at the same time as you due to coincidence. Perhaps, for once, he wasn’t being creepy and he was simply there to get a drink like everyone else.
Hesitantly and silently, you offered him your cup without meeting his eyes. You were unable to see his expression as he took it from you, though you could practically feel something melting away from the gentleness in his touch as his fingers brushed yours.
"It’s just a block more,” you told him, breaking the silence. “How far away is your meeting?”
“Close,” was all he said as he took another sip of his tea, a look you’d never seen before crossing his features for a moment before he became stoic once more.
There was another minute of silence before he decided to speak again.
“This…is your favourite type?” he asked, referring to the bubble tea.
He sounded almost…shy as he said it, if that was possible. No, shy wasn’t the word, but his tone didn’t hold the same power behind it as it usually did. He seemed more unsure than anything; though unsure of what, you didn’t know.
You nodded in reply. “Mmhm, by far.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment before taking another sip. “Huh,” was all he said.
The last minute or so was spent without words before you reached your small apartment, guiding Sehun up the stairs to a rather ugly door at the end of the hall.
“This is where you live?” Sehun asked with a raised eyebrow and a look of disbelief as he scanned the tiny area.
Immediately you became defensive, annoyed that you had invited him in only to have him criticize your living conditions.
“If you don’t like it, you can go shower elsewhere,” you answered harshly, dumping your bag on the coffee table.
“Where are your parents?” He asked, ignoring your previous comment.
“They move around a lot,” was all you said before thinking better of it and adding, “but I wasn’t abandoned or anything. I just wanted to stay in one place.”
Oh Sehun nodded as if he actually understood before you remembered why he was here in the first place.
“The bathroom’s through there,” you told him, pointing at a door across the room. “Towels are in the cupboard beside the sink. Go knock yourself out.”
Again he nodded, making his way to the door before turning as if he was going to say something but apparently thinking better of it and letting himself into the washroom.
“You’re welcome,” you said under your breath, your mind only on how long it would take him to get out of your apartment. He wasn’t the only one who needed to shower.
Oh Sehun, the most popular, sought after boy in school was naked in your home and you hadn’t even realized it for a good 30 seconds.
Well, technically he was half naked, considering he wore a towel around his waist, but that didn’t stop you from dropping the bowl of chips you had been holding when you turned around and finally caught sight of him.
To be fair, it was quite a shock to find a wet, attractive boy standing less than a foot away when you had forgotten that you weren’t alone. Still, later you would wonder why you were so surprised by this whole thing. Obviously he had no clothes to change into other than his soaked outfit in the bathroom and it wasn’t as if he was chubby or anything. Still, you hadn’t expected abs sculpted by Michelangelo himself. You weren’t sure what you had expected but it sure wasn’t that. Whatever it had been, it wasn’t that.
“Where did you put my bag?” Sehun asked, once you had managed to bring your eyes back up to his face again. At least one thing that could be said about this boy, was that he didn’t tease you or even acknowledge the fact that you had obviously been checking him out.
"Bag?” You repeated, dumbfounded, before you got your head on straight and remembered the backpack he had been carrying. “Oh yeah, sorry. I put it by the door.”
Wordlessly he went to retrieve it, carrying it with him back into the washroom and causing you to let out a breath you had been holding in as you slumped against the counter.
Within moments he was dressed and ready to go, his bag slung over his shoulder and his hair combed to the side.
“Sorry again,” You apologized as he was leaving.
He turned back to you, looking mildly confused. “For what?”
“For getting you covered in bubble tea?” You reminded him, still feeling slightly guilty about the whole thing.
He shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault,” he told you in a flat tone before turning and walking out the door without another word, leaving you with no hot water and way too many conflicting emotions.
“Don’t look now,” Your best friend said as you did your best to rearrange the contents of your bag so one of your books would stop stabbing you in the back every time you moved, “but Oh Sehun is coming this way.”
You sighed, too annoyed with everything even though it was still early morning to care properly. “What does he want?” You asked exasperatedly, turning in the direction in which your friend was looking.
"Just this,” said Sehun himself as he completely filled your entire field of vision, startling you slightly.
“Just wha-?” You began to say before getting shocked speechless by the feel of his lips against your cheek.
“Thank you,” he said, once he pulled back, placing something in your hand, “for this weekend.”
You just stared at him as he looked back at you with his deep brown eyes, seemingly trying to decide something.
“It really helped,” he finally settled on, leaning down once more; almost hesitantly letting his lips brush yours for less than a second before pulling away once again and walking back in the direction from which he’d came.
“What?!” Your best friend all but yelled. “What just happened?! Are you dating him?! What does he mean by the weekend…”
You ignored her questions and the other student’s stares as you looked down to see what he had given you. A small laugh escaped your lips.
“What now?” You friend wanted to know.
You smiled at her involuntarily, unable to stop your lips from curling upwards. You held your favourite flavour of bubble tea tightly to your chest as you replied, warmth filling your whole body as you continued to grin.
“I didn’t know you could dance.”
Your voice surprised him, pulling him out of his intense (and rather adorable) concentration mode.
You were more comfortable around him now, having formed a rather odd relationship with Oh Sehun after that day in the hall. He would show up at your place unannounced with some feeble excuse such as forgetting what the homework was or needing directions to something down the street and he would come to the tea shop nearly everyday, you handing him his order before he could even get the words out. You would hang out in the library, reading side by side or he’d wait for you to finish work simply to walk you home. You spent most of your time together in silence, but it was not awkward or strange. In fact, it felt natural; more than anything else you’d ever felt before.
This was why, nearly a month after he had kissed you (if you could even call that a kiss), you felt comfortable simply barging into the practice room where he had been doing some sort of routine and well, you might add. At least now you knew where his abs came from.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he replied, wiping his face with a small towel before coming over to join you on the floor where you had been observing his dance moves.
“Then tell me,” you answered simply, meaning it.
A lot had changed over the last month, including your feelings for the boy sitting next to you. You had went from finding him rude to creepy to odd to…something you couldn’t really describe. All you knew was that you liked it. A lot. Maybe too much.
You had begun to daydream about him and your heart always swelled at the idea of him. Never before had you had such a strong urge to be near as someone as you did with him, never before had you wanted to grab someone’s hand so much, or even, though you didn’t want to admit it, to kiss someone like you wanted to kiss him.
Without any explanation, reason or rhyme, you were falling for Oh Sehun, the boy you would’ve loved to scold barely a month ago, and you found yourself not even trying to stop it.
You never talked about the (so called) kiss, even though against all your best judgement all you wanted to do was bring it up. Sometimes you thought he might too, but he’d shut his mouth and turn away before he’d thought you’d notice and continue to keep quiet about the whole thing. It was driving you insane, but then he’d touch your arm or send you a rare smile and for that moment you let that be enough.
“Why did you used to stare at me?”
You’d asked this with only a drop of alcohol in your system, not even enough to make you tipsy but just enough that you could make yourself believe that it gave you courage.
“Because you saw me as I was,” he replied simply.
“But not who you are now?”
Oh Sehun shook his head. “I’d like to think not.”
“So now when you look at me, what do you see?” You asked, curious.
“My opinion is too biased now,” was his response as he looked away from you.
“Because I cannot answer honestly if I can only look with clouded eyes.”
“Clouded by what?” You questioned, holding your breath.
He took a moment to respond, apparently trying to find the right words. “Friendship,” he answered finally.
You let out your breath in a slightly bitter laugh. “Right,” you said with a forced smile. “Friendship.”
Sehun gave you an unidentifiable look.
“Yes, friends,” he repeated, staring at you intently. “Because that’s what we are.”
You were about to nod when his tone changed slightly, laced with something you’d never heard from him before.
“Well, we do friend type things,” You reasoned cautiously. “We hang out.”
“And we know things about each other.”
“And sometimes we share drinks.”
“Exactly,” Sehun agreed. “So we’re definitely friends.”
You nodded, trying not to think about the sadness beginning to pool in the bottom of your stomach.
“But…” the dancer began, looking slightly uncertain, something incredibly uncommon coming from him. “Do friends shower at each other’s houses?”
You shrugged, doing your best to seem nonchalant, “If there’s a need to, I suppose.”
“Of course,” Sehun nodded, falling silent for a moment before raising his eyes to meet yours once again. “Do friends kiss though?”
Your heart caught in your throat, your mind wildly trying to come up with ways that would somehow confirm that what he was saying was for sure what you wanted to hear. “I mean…maybe once, if they’re really close, you know or if-”
“Twice though?” Sehun asked, cutting you off.
Your brows furrowed in response.
“Twice-” you began and then his lips were on yours and he was kissing you like there was no tomorrow, his mouth moving against your own with such a warmth coming from him, you thought perhaps your whole body had caught fire.
“Do friends do that?” he asked once he’d pulled away.
You shook your head breathlessly.
“Then I suppose we can’t be friends,” he said, resting his forehead on yours and searching your eyes.
“I guess not, Oh Sehun,” you managed to get out.
Without warning he kissed you again, even more deeply than before, his hands cradling your neck and back as he pulled you to him.
“I really like how you say my name,” he said before pressing his mouth to yours once more.
You supposed that maybe there were better reasons to call him Oh Sehun than to simply scold him.
A/N hope you like it! Sorry it was a bit long and possibly out of character. This is my first one so let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always welcome and please, please, please send in some of your own requests! Thanks!
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