#wallflowerchen

The first thought that comes to mind is that wow this boy is really cute in the geeky kind of way…but cute nonetheless. He feels the corner of his lips curl into a timid smile as he offers Jongdae a small wave. “Hi Jongdae ssi, I’m Sehun. Oh Sehun. It’s nice to meet you.”

(/Finishes securing the straps and swings it onto his back with another hum. Carefully, he steps over the scattered items before nudging them together with the toe of a sneaker.) Need pack. (/Informs the other.)

"Stop it." He demanded. "You think that pushing me away is going to make me stop worrying? Really?" He shook his head. "If you can’t stick up for yourself and I’m not around to defend you then who’s going to do it, huh? Who?" Heaving a sigh, he turned his head away, and stepped back, ruffling his hair in frustration. "Why are you so eager to make me leave? This is the second time already."

"Jongdae, come with me…" He repeated, his voice even softer than before. The type of sadness that he assumed came with the motivation to harm oneself seemed immense, and to think that Jongdae was going through such pain was really getting to him, as he was certainly the sympathetic sort. 

"Come with me." Baekhyun said, tone and expression soft despite the anger boiling within him. "We need to take care of this.." He lifted his hand and cautiously cupped the teen’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the part of his lip that wasn’t injured. 

"You just keep getting into trouble, don’t you?" He muttered, only partially joking. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you anywhere else?" He leaned away, and began looking over the other’s body with great concern.

"Stay quiet." He whispered. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, Chen my boy." A delighted chuckle passes crimson red lips. "I'm just teasing. My, aren't you just adorable. Tell me Chen, since you seem so sure about finding your way home, how about helping this poor woman get home, hmm?" She gestures towards the window, more than likely, indicating exactly how dark it was at the wee hours of the night. Re-locking her gaze on the male's features, she pouts. "I seem to always get harassed on my way home, how about doing this one good deed for me, hmm?"