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"Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you."

Pushing the heavy glass door, Sehun hesitantly slid in. Eyes raking around the small shop that was laced with the lingering smell of freshly brewed coffee, looking for those set of orbs.

 For her.

Chalkboard besides the counter was blank. No traces of leftover blues.

The white couch in the far corner of the shop was unoccupied.

She is not here yet. It must have been early.

Sure enough, Sehun was here before time today.

He decided to wait for his heaven to arrive.

 Surprisingly, the shop was a little less crowded today, tiled wall and the old school interior much visible when compared to other mornings. He liked this shop- cozy and comfortable. Being a college fresher, Sehun couldn’t invest in buying his own apartment and was living in hostel dorm which wasn’t that far from the shop. University life had taken a toll on him, making Sehun take in long-stretched lectures and the angry wrath of the no-mistakes-allowed cocky professors.

Taking up a major in Criminal Law, blunder of Sehun’s life.

It wasn’t his decision though; Sehun’s interest lied and still lies in photography. But, one has no say into even petty things when it comes to his Prosecutor Dad who practically lives for his reputation.

From Grade one Sehun had been labelled as the black sheep of the family, for being a slow learner. When kids of his age played around in the park, laughing without a care- Sehun sat in a hardwood desk, books open, witnessing multitude of tutors trying to fill in his mind with simple maths and grammar.

It felt like a miracle to him when Sehun first got to touch his cousin’s camera. He was twelve. Minseok was a college graduate and a freelance photographer. Seeing Sehun’s fascination with the object, he had agreed to give him lessons on photography with a smile.

“See this is how we adjust the lens, Hunnie” he had swiftly used his other hand on the attached lens while holding the camera body with the other.

By his seventeenth birthday, Sehun finally had the honour of owning his own camera. He had to pool in his years of savings from pocket money to buy that expensive device. But it was definitely worth it. From then, it had become his habit to carry that electronic beauty everywhere, capturing people, places, nature, everything.

Sky looked much prettier through the lens, grass gave in extra sheen and people seemed merrier.

Throughout his high school years, Sehun failed to make friends. Some stayed away because of his strong background, some due to his cold and lost stance. He didn’t mind though, keeping concentration in the presence of constant chitter chatter was very difficult. And Sehun needed to keep his photography alive.

The only person who dared to enter Sehun’s personal space was his only friend of 10 years and his current roommate Jongin. Sometimes, even he wonders how they call each other friends. Jongin is the Spawn of the Satan, always doing something or the other to annoy the hell out of Sehun. Kim Jongin is really really nosy, always making efforts to hook him with girls. According to Jongin, Sehun lived in a desert right now and needed to see the greenery of life. No thank you.

Nevertheless, Sehun loves him; he's the only one who Sehun could call family. Despite having a biological father and mother, he didn't consider them family since their only form of interaction was calling him on result days to vent their anger. Sehun had a younger brother too, Daehyun, although he was only ten he brought in perfect test scores, showed great disciplinary, ate on time, slept well and is constantly coined as a prodigy.Unlike Sehun. 

Sehun had refused to take in the pocket money as soon as he cleared his entrance papers of the University. On a third attempt. Seoul was not new for him, being a constant visitor to his Dad’s trials that occurred in the city’s biggest court. But it was still fascinating. He could find different locations, clicking away the wonders. Happy faces, beautiful smiles and the blooming expressions. For fulfilling his expenses, Sehun had found out this little job six months ago. As a waiter at Dreamer’s Cafe.  

Sehun’s shift was going to start in another five minutes, but she was not here. She was always here at 8 am everyday without fail. What must have happened? Is she well? He had no answers.

A sweet smile crept in unknowingly on his usually stoic face as Sehun remembered a honey head full of curls nearly tripping on the entrance of the cafe 40 days prior. Bells on the door had chimed lowly as she tried to hold it for support. Eyes downcast, hands tightly gripping an ancient looking leather topped notebook; Sehun’s mind wandered from the order that he had been taking on the table that was nearest to the entrance. Honey head chose that time to look up and their eyes met for a brief second before she sped off to the extreme corner of the cafe. Sitting shyly on the small white couch placed there.

“Mister, you are not taking our orders. Do you want us to repeat them?” a sudden rough voice had made Sehun realise that was on his shift. He hurriedly scrawled in the orders and made through the counter, making sure to take the corner route. She was slowly writing something in that notebook of hers, smiling to herself. All trace of embarrassment gone from her eyes now, replaced by something...... adoration, love, passion??. The look was pristine. Sehun wanted to capture it. He couldn’t. Another shift-mate of his Chanyeol had taken her order that day, which she did by simply pointing at the menu card, busy writing in her notebook.

It became a routine after that day; she would enter Dreamer’s at 8 am and leave by 9:30 am, making Sehun wait for another day to look at her soft features. She sat at the same place, did the same thing, writing fondly on her notebook and ordered the same meal every day. Strawberry Shake and a Vegan Sandwich. Sehun avoided coming in direct contact of her eyes, grazing her from afar, never taking her orders. She was like a dew drop to him, freshly fallen on a silver morning, untouched, unharmed. Sehun couldn’t collect courage to go and talk to her.

One day the chain got snapped. She didn’t sit on the white couch, didn’t carry her notebook and didn’t order anything. She looked around, as if taking in the interiors of the Dreamer’s for the very first time. Sehun was sitting on the counter that day as Baekhyun, counter-boy had called in sick. The footfall today was less, maybe due to the heavy rains that were beating on the French windows of the shop with rage. While doing an inspection sort of thing her eyes got stuck on the blackboard that was placed on the right of the counter. The owner had newly bought in that board and was thinking of some plans to decorate it aptly.

While Sehun was busy counting cash, he noticed her taking out a baby blue chalk from inside pocket of her coat and starting to write something on the board. He couldn’t see what she had been writing. After a while, she stood up and smiled. It was much more beautiful than sunshine to Sehun. After admiring her work for a minute, she her heals heading out of the door. It was still raining and she was not carrying any umbrella and this got Sehun worried. Thankfully, he had seen the weather forecast before coming to work today. Sehun requested Chanyeol to take his place and rushed outside.

Luckily, she was standing on the sidewalk debating over getting in the rain. Sehun ran over to her and awkwardly handed her a gray umbrella with black geometrical shapes. She looked surprised but took the umbrella anyway awarding Sehun with her soft smile. Sehun was mesmerised. Then she dragged her eyes upwards slowly opening the umbrella and walked away. His gaze was stuck on her retreating back and Sehun couldn’t believe it. She was carrying his umbrella.

When Sehun finally managed to come inside Dreamer’s amidst hastily beating heart, another surprise awaited him.

The best and the most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with heart.

Sehun knew this quote by Helen Keller but never thought upon its deep meaning. He could feel it now. His heart was jumping with joy as Sehun realised that he was falling deep for a girl, who he hadn’t even talked to. Who was a stranger, but never felt like one.

She came in the next day, with her notebook and Sehun’s umbrella, taking her usual place at the white couch. The innumerable flips and turns his stomach was doing was crazy and he felt like one too. This unnamed girl was slowly taking space in Sehun’s unoccupied heart and he could do nothing to stop her. It was not under his control, not anymore. After being done with her meal she got up and headed towards Sehun and he just stood where he was. Frozen. Halting in front of Sehun, she handed him his umbrella, smiled and went outside the shop.

Amidst his inner turmoil, Sehun completely overlooked the board that held another quote in beautiful slants this time. Only seeing it the very next day.

Kindness comes in many forms but the most accepted one is the one that comes from a pure soul. Thank You.

Over the next few days, she didn’t glance at Sehun. He could not say he was disappointed because, Sehun could hardly think whenever their gazes met. It was better this way. Blackboard was up with a novel quote every day, each more beautiful than the previous.

By this time Sehun was sure of his feelings. It was live and in front of his eyes every day for exactly one and a half hours. College was pathetic as ever. More bad scores, more yelling, it hardly mattered now. Jongin was loud as ever bringing in his Jess baby every other day at the dorm, manipulating Sehun to sleep at the next door’s Kyungsoo’s room. It was okay for him as long as the room was clean and every item was at its place. Heck, it was better at Kyungsoo’s. The boy was tiny and nerdy, always mugging away notes, making no such disturbance to his sweet sleep. In other words, everything was okay, other than his stupid heart which got anxious every morning awaiting the entry of Ms. Honey Head.

Suzy.

One day while passing by her white couch, Sehun’s eyes fell upon her leather bound notebook. There in golden print tiny perfectly calligraphic words were inscribed, Bae Suzy.

Such a beautiful name.

 Sehun tried rolling her name on his tongue and it felt like heaven. He liked how it sounded in his deep voice.

Another week passed and Sehun just had her name. It was now or never. He tried gathering all his courage and went straight to her sitting place- a small notebook in hands for order scribbling.

 He cleared his throat.

“Would you like to order something, Ma’am?” Sehun spoke in a high voice, camouflaging his nervousness.

She looked up and stared at him for a few seconds.

Breaking the contact, she flipped through the menu card placed on the tiny round table in front of the couch. After thinking for a minute or so she placed her fingers on a picture.

Choco-Vanilla Shake?  

What about Strawberry Shake that she always had?

Ignoring the questioning stare she gave him, Sehun added, “Anything to go with it, Ma’am?”

She shook her hair, soft honey curls doing a jingle with the sway. Something is definitely different today. Sehun came back with her meal within minutes. Fortunately, Baekhyun was already making Choco-Vanilla Shake for someone else’s order.

Suzy smiled at him and slowly started sipping from her Shake.

Sehun had never experienced feelings in his small life. In school, his Dad restricted him from even going within a range of a girl. And in college, he just lacked free hours. But it was fine with Sehun. Till now.

 He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to grow close. He didn’t know how to do that.

In his days of noticing her, Sehun already knew that she was shy too.

So, next day while giving out her another set of unusual order (Coffee and French toast), he had passed on a small note.

Hello.

Seeing her finish her meal and moving out, had left a slight pang in his chest. Sehun felt disappointment creeping up his senses. She had ignored his greeting.

By chance, Sehun’s eyes fell onto a small crushed piece of paper lying across the feet of the crouch. A simple Hi imbedded the paper in the most feminine slants he had ever seen. The state of the note imparted the hesitation and indecisiveness of the giver.

 Realisation hit Sehun hard in the chest. She wanted to reply him; she wanted to talk to him too.

The beautiful smile that had marked itself on his face never left it the entire day. He was floating, if that were a possibility. Needless to say, Jongin noticed and tried to dig it out. Sehun didn’t give in. He was a friend, yes, but it was his secret. He hadn’t wanted it to be jinxed.

Getting bolder, Sehun had slip in another note the other day, hoping for a non-crumpled response and it was there today.

A tiny Suzy was written beneath his ugly scrawl of I’m Sehun.

Sehun had felt content with the answer albeit knowing her name already.

She was coming out of her shell. Sehun had always wanted to break in her shell and make his way to her heart.

How are you?

Good. And you?

Fine. I’m majoring in Criminal Law at Seoul National University. First Year.

Literature. Kyunghee Academy. Second Year.

Explains why you carry around that notebook of yours.

Yeah. I like writing.

What do you write about?

Stuff.

Like?

Life, birds, beauty and coffee.

But you like Strawberry Shake.

I like coffee.

Then why do you order Strawberry Shake?

It gives me time, to think and to write.

Oh.

What do you like?

I like photography. I take pictures of beautiful place, objects, people.

Really? Nice.

Several notes got exchanged over the next week. Sehun anticipated them every day. Going to the room and thinking about the answers she would be giving him.

Her handwriting was impeccable. She was a person of few words but that was not possible. Her major was Literature. Maybe, she was shy to strangers. Sehun was a stranger, practically. Seeing a person everyday doesn’t count as being acquaintances or anything like that.

They were strangers and Sehun desperately wanted to shed that title off them.

Can we be friends?

Sehun had given her that note shyly one day and couldn’t sleep that night, jotting down various scenarios of her reply. Anxiousness embraced him the hard way. But everything, every negative feeling got wiped with her simple Sure marked on the same sheet of paper Sehun had scribbled his question onto. It felt like a dream.

Sehun was brought back into the present by the vigorous shake given to his shoulder. He had fallen asleep on the table he was sitting on, waiting for her. Baekhyun stood in front of him, hands on his hips, giving Sehun a worried expression.

“Are you alright Hunnie?”

Giving him an embarrassed look, Sehun nodded, turning his right hand to peep into the valuable wristwatch. This was a gift that stupid Jongin had given him for his last birthday and he loved it to the core. This watch was any day better than the Rollex one Dad had given him, to make Sehun fit into the Oh family. It was given with love, he loved Jongin, Jongin loved him, as a parent, as a mother, as a best friend.

8:49 am.

Sehun was terribly late for his shift. Luckily, there were only a number of customers round Dreamer’s. She was not here.

Tying the apron on, he immediately got on work mode. Rushing towards an unattended table.

Sehun worked for an extra hour that day, skipping first hour at the university. Partly being guilty of sleeping through work hours, partly hoping for her to arrive. But she didn’t make an appearance.

Done through the shift, he reluctantly attended the rest of the classes. Got chided once or twice, for inattentiveness. But how could Sehun pay attention? The only person, who made his day pass into a blur, was not there today. Was it because of the last note he had given her? Had he freaked her out? Was the request too much?

Would you like to have coffee with me? Like friends.

She wasn’t there the next day too, not even after that. Days dragged on. Sehun got gloomy. Hardly talking to anybody, which wasn’t a big deal for his colleagues and college-mates because Sehun was naturally quiet. They were used to his silence, Kim Jongin however, wasn’t. He had seen Sehun laughing on his stupid jokes, seen him cussing at his nosiness, and seen him crying at the harsh letters sent by his Dad. For him Sehun’s nothing wasn’t a nothing.

“You can lie to anyone but me Oh,” he voiced out, hands tightly gripping Sehun’s shoulders, keeping him still. Sehun was forced to look into his gray orbs and he winced at the name. Jongin knew he absolutely loathed being an Oh. Jongin wanted to hit his throbbing nerve and he was successful.

“It’s none of your concern, Kim Jongin. Kindly go and have fun with your baby. Stop bothering me,” Sehun retorted spitefully.

 It was harsh, Sehun knew it. He couldn’t tell Jongin of his worries. He didn’t want to come out as a crybaby as Jongin definitely thought he was. Sehun was stronger than that. Sehun couldn’t tell him he was in love. With a girl, who he hadn’t even approached to. Passing notes like a coward.

 Jongin’s eyes were unreadable.

Heavy silence enveloped them both as Jongin did the unexpected, he slapped Sehun. Hard. His face turned due to the rough impact. It stung like hell. In their ten years of friendship this was the first. The Jongin he knew was playful and witty not vengeful. He must have done something terribly wrong.

Jongin was fuming with anger, looking at Sehun with those bloodshot eyes. He was offended.

“Stop bothering you, you piece of.......,” he trailed off. Not able to form coherent sentences due to the gush of rage that had overpowered his senses. “I see you secretly crying to sleep every day, you moron. You don’t come to room until very late, not eating, not drinking. Switching off your phone. Not even attending classes. And not telling me what has been troubling you. You know what, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

A lone teardrop fell out of Sehun’s left eye and Jongin noticed. His anger extinguished as quickly as it had come. Jongin pulled Sehun onto his strong chest, taking his height as an advantage. Giving Sehun the warmth and the sense of security he felt in Jongin’s embrace, since they met. Jongin gently soothed his rigid back, drawing patterns over it. Sehun smiled onto his chest remembering the first time he had done that.

“Come here okay. I will fix your truck, don’t cry,” Jongin had cooed gently taking the chubby 9 year old Sehun into his arms. While playing, Sehun’s favourite bright red fire truck got broken, getting hit on the sturdy wall. He loved that truck; he thought it could save him from his inner fire. The fire that was ignited by his parents, forcing Sehun to do what they liked all the time. He wanted to play, not study. He was terrible at it. The only time Sehun was allowed to play was on Thursday evenings for a strict one hour at the nearby park.  He had met Jongin at the park. Jongin was a big boy despite being only a year older than him, always giving him toothless grins.  Previously, Sehun had been scared of his big outlook. But Jongin was warm, like a family, like Nana.

“Let’s play a game,” Jongin had said excitedly while hugging. “I will draw shapes onto your back and you will have to guess what it is. A candy for each correct answer okay.”

“Star”

“Hexagon”

“Sun”

“It is going to be alright Hun. Everything will be okay one day,” Jongin breathed into his ears.

“When is the one day going to come, Ninnie?” He chuckled at Sehun’s response, holding him tighter than ever.

“Very soon boy, very soon. Now come on, get into something good. Not that I mind, but you are looking pathetic right now, in that stupid sweats. Wear nice clothes. We are heading out,” he hurried while breaking their hug.

“I don’t w......” Sehun was cut rudely by mongrel standing in front of him.

“I’m not taking a no as an answer. We are eating out. Your treat,” Jongin snapped with a final tone. Sehun begrudgingly gave to his command.

MoonStruck looked the same. Pretty and quiet as ever. Small lights hung on the low ceiling of the restaurant imparting yellowish tint to the otherwise dimly lit interiors. Beautiful pictures adorned the sun kissed walls, clicked, formed and framed. Like a gallery, like a projection of an artist’s mind. It was Sehun’s favourite thing about MoonStruck.

The two friends made themselves comfortable on the table for two at the centre. Just below the hugest paper lantern. It was their favourite table. Jongin ordered their usual- Steak Soup, Spaghetti and Italian Salad.

“University called your Dad regarding your poor performance and dragged absenteeism,” he said while playing with the menu card, looking somewhat sad and distracted.

Sehun shrugged. It was a usual. They always called his Dad and he yelled at him.

“It’s fine. They do that every other day. No big deal.”

Jongin looked as if he wanted to say something, but he bit back his words. Simply nodding.

Their dinner arrived and they ate heartily. Silence never bothering them.

Sehun was into the last bite of his Spaghetti, when he felts vibrations in his pocket. Cell phone. Sehun took the device out to see who the caller was. Father.

Seeing him making faces, Jongin looked at Sehun and mouthed Who?

Dad. Sehun mouthed back, ignoring Jongin’s visibly draining look.

He rushed out of moonstruck, to pick the call.

“Yes, Dad.”

“No greetings, son?” Sehun could hear his ice cold voice.

“Good Evening Dad, How are you?” he replied, trying hard to keep his tone steady and business like. Past few days were hard enough, he didn’t want his Dad’s wrath to top them too. Sehun was tired of everything. His mess of a family, non-existent of a social life and his un-requited love for a stranger. He had had enough.

“That is better. Now tell me about your behaviour at University, would you? Earlier, it was just your dreadful grades and now you are skipping classes too? Is that why I sent you to that top college? To enjoy your life? You know how embarrassing it is for me, the most prestigious prosecutor in the state Oh Jihoon to listen those lowlife professors complaining about you? Do you think I am that free?” Prosecutor Oh relished his anger. Sehun kept listening to his rant quietly, sometimes tuning it off.

He went on for some time and when Sehun thought his Dad was about to cut the call, he said something.

“You are coming home tomorrow.”

“But it is mid-semester, I can’t do that Dad.” It was unbelievable. Sehun could not go back to where hecame from. The Hell.

“College wasn’t important when you were skipping classes, Oh Sehun.” Sehun cringed at sharp syllables thrown to him. “Your flight is booked for 9 am.” With that the call got cut.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

It was like his life was over.

Sulking, Sehun went back to the table they were sitting on, one with the biggest lantern. Jongin was sitting there, handsome face long, blinking repetitively. Holding back tears that had started to pool in the corner of his eyes. He knew.

“Hunnie, w-when?” he stuttered. Sehun’s heart broke at his tone. Jongin was a really confident person, he never stuttered. He knew this was final. They both knew they were growing to part ways and will never meet again. His Dad succeeded in breaking them.

“I don’t like you playing with that dirty lad. He is poor. He will dirty you too.”

“Sehun, look what he gifted you for your birthday. A cheap watch. Huh! How could it even compare with the Rollex we gave you?”

“We won’t provide you with allowances, if you room with that lad. He is friends with you only because you are loaded.”

“I told you, if are going to be with him, you won’t succeed. Look at your degrading grades.”

Jongin wasn’t depended on Sehun. Heck, he was the giver in their relationship. Sehun could never return what Jongin had given him. His love, his care, everything. He earned more than Sehun in the multiple jobs he did. He was a scholarship student, a charmer, with a strong built and a chocolate face. The dimples that adorned his perfect cheeks were pleasant to look at. Witty and smart. He was perfect.

“Did he call you?” Sehun demanded from his best friend.

Jongin nodded, keeping his eyes downcast. Sehun knew his Dad must have blamed him for his behaviour.

“I’m sorry Ninnie. I really am.” Sehun was ashamed of everything, of every prick that pierced hisalready suffering heart. “I love you. I’m going to miss you.” With that he openly cried, not able to uphold the surge of emotions. Sehun couldn’t think of embarrassment of weeping in a public place. He only thought of Jongin.

Giving Jongin the responsibility of informing Dreamer’s about his sudden disappearance, Sehun took the flight to home.

Home. Sehun cringed at the thought of the place he grew in.

Jongin was a mess at the airport, hugging Sehun tight, not ready to let him go. Scared of the consequences. Sehun wasn’t prepared to abandon him too, sobbing lightly onto his chest. Jessica, who had come to bid Sehun goodbye, was tearing at the scene unfolding in front of her. Palming , unblemished face red with tears.

Sehun knew his Dad. It was a final goodbye.

Plane ride was smooth, unlike the irregular beatings of his heart. It felt like déjà vu. Just like Nana leaving him. Jongin was only one hour far, Sehun consoled his poor heart but his mind rejected the void consolation.

 It was aware of the realities, the harsh truth.

Taking out his phone, Sehun scanned his photo gallery, flipping through stupid selfies that his moron of a best friend took with him. Sehun smiled through his tears as his mind went back to that unforgettable day. First day of University. First day of his overly expensive iphone that his Dad gifted him for his success.

Jongin, the social buff was everywhere, interacting with dozens of clueless freshers like him. Sehun, unfortunately, had gotten dragged along. Jongin was a popular senior he had noticed, blushing and giggling girls surrounding him like a flock of bees on honey. Jongin met Jessica Jung at his Freshers Party, got drunk and was in a relationship with the blond beauty the very next day. That brat! One could never decipher what went around in that complex mind of his.

“Hunnie, let’s take pictures of us.” Jongin had slurred, totally abashed. Sehun loved taking photographs but absolutely hated being on one. He felt he wasn’t photogenic.

“Pretty please.” That giant had pouted, like actually pouted. What is wrong with the world? But whiny Jongin was cute Jongin and Sehun had succumbed to his requests.

They had taken hundreds of selcas that day, making faces at the front camera. Jongin was an avatar of a chocolaty hulk and him; well Sehun looked like a sulking Panda. Even though it was crazy, Sehun loved those shots. They had even taken out a collage of the pictures and pasted the A3 sheet on their room wall. Happy memories. 

Sehun and Jongin were like yin and yang. Sehun being the black soot of desolation and Jongin was the portrayal of the bright white of happiness.  Jongin was the rod that supported his otherwise crumbling life. He was the mornings and the nights.

From: Ninnie^

9:06 AM

Love is thread that connects me to you. Love of a brother, Love of a family. This thread can never break. I love you

“Flight 3476 to Daegu is going to land in another 5 minutes. Passengers please tie your seatbelts.”

The loud announcement made Sehun leave his eyes from his cellphone. He had been reading and rereading that text from Jongin for hours, already missing him. Without Jongin by his side, Sehun was feeling insecure, anxious even scared. He needed Jongin like oxygen; his absence made it even difficult to breathe.

To: Ninnie^

10:21 AM

I miss you

Sehun texted Jongin as soon as the plane landed and telephone signals were clear. Juggling his duffle bag and heavy suitcases, Sehun somehow made it to the exit, eyes searching for his name in the crowd of many Oh boards.

Oh Sehun. Sure enough, Dad had sent his driver to get Sehun from the Airport. So much of a punishment. But at least the drive to his home would be quiet and without unnecessary judgements. Half an hour of bliss before the actual storm starts.

Mr. Hwang was a nice man in his early forties and had spent half of his life working for Sehun’s Dad. He just smiled while taking away Sehun’s bags and suitcases to the car’s rear and Sehun plopped down at the backseat of his Dad’s Silver BMW. The journey was dipped in silence as Sehun had expected and he passed his time looking out of the tinted window. Daegu looked the same as he had left it. Clean. Seoul was better; it had elements that could be captured on lens. Sehun’s native city was blank and gray, super organized.

Upon the site of the familiar cream and red mansion, Sehun’s heart stopped. Anxiety, discomfort all could be spotted on his otherwise stoic face. His Dad was sitting on the lone chair that stood proud on the porch. In his work suit, sipping his mid-day tea.

Ready to face his anger, Sehun reluctantly made his way towards the porch. Prosecutor Oh slid his gaze from his cup to Sehun’s face, looking directly into his orbs. Sehun squirmed at his cold stance.

Sehun felt empty, devoid of the warmth that Jongin had filled him with. All emotions drained out of him at once.

Painful past left Sehun with the unsure future, alone.

AN: Well, I feel like I'm sitting an exam that I have already appeared once but am still praying to do well.

So, tell me whether I passed or not *winks*

I hope, this style is better for my lovliest readers....

Put comments and tell me^^^-