*REPOST*

AN: Well, Mission THIRD PERSON is done now(amidst all my laziness)....so here have the second installment...I m so so so happy that there were only two chaps to convert else I would have been crazy.

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"Find a place inside where there is joy, and the joy will burn out the pain."

The sapphire blue night light was flickering, giving the somewhat blurred silhouette a distinction from the disordered furniture.

It was vague, very difficult to make out where Sehun had been standing. But one thing that he was sure of was that she was standing just in front of him, merely six feet apart.

Those honey locks, that slender appearance.

She was smiling her beautiful smile which was enough for smoothening out his pains, she was enough for him.

Numerous questions floated through his mind and Sehun directed them all to her, in a whisper. He didn’t want her to run away again. He was scared. He was in love.

Where have you been?

Are you alright?

Are you scared of me?

Why did you disappear?

I missed you.

I love you.

Suzy....

She stood there, unmoving. Not shocked, not unhappy, just smiling like an angel.

Sehun extended his hand to her to hold and she glanced shyly at him, contemplating over his request.

She swiftly moved in delicacy, their distance closing with her every soft step and Sehun waited for her beautiful fingers to touch his, patiently.

Suzy.

And then the glow around Sehun was gone, surrounding him in soot and blackness, swallowing his hope. Leaving him hostile, alone.

Sehun slowly and unwillingly opened his eyes, noticing the dampness of the pillow.

 He had shed tears again.

Days had passed on but he was still seeing the same things over and over.

It was a dream Sehun knew, like he had been embracing every single night but it never felt like a dream. It was more than a reality for him, Sehun longed to see her. To feel her. He was worried about her.

Gathering his rather numb self, Sehun popped up into a sitting position, left hand absently searching the lamp switch. The sudden brightness left him cringing in soreness and he gulped hard, trying to grasp the unfamiliarity of the familiar place he was in. His childhood room.

Pale blue walls that once adorned all the memories of the past, were empty now. Devoid of all emotions. The small wooden cupboard was pushed down to be made into a walk in closet, which was not even required. The bed was bigger, cushions and curtains new and plush. The desk was emptied, removing Sehun’s mere existence. The whole room was sophisticated, matching the grand interiors of the Oh Mansion. The room that he had rebelliously changed it into his own heaven, his escape place. The only place that reflected what Sehun really was.

A lot happened over the eight months of his absence.

Sehun got up from the fluffy yet cold bed; even his own warmth seemed to be leaving him when he needed it. The sheets and the duvets were unspotted and pristine white, unlike his brain which was full of darkness, of pain, of negativities. Sehun felt suffocated in the big-wide 12 by 12 room; an invisible chain was pulling him into doom.

 Moving towards the closet, Sehun spotted his backpack and started digging out things. Things that made him feel connected to the world, to Jongin.

The bag held everything Jongin had given him, from childhood till now. Some were really stupid, well expected from Kim Jongin and some really overwhelming. Every single piece was close to his heart, his soul, very precious to him. All items were connected through a thread of memories, conjoining Jongin to Sehun.

Sehun longed for Jongin’s warmth, his unconditional love.

A small smile crept up his lips as Sehun’s hand made contact with a familiar plastic object.

“Hunnie......Guess what I got you?” Jongin chirped, hands joined at the back, peaking Sehun’s curiosity.

They were at the mall, treating themselves to the end of the middle school, well Sehun’s middle school graduation. Sehun had saved his pocket money for months just for this much awaited trip. His Mom and Dad had given him a free two hours after his promise to do well at school, for which he had given everything. Maths was tough, Sehun was a lost case in science and social studies, but Jongin was there. He helped Sehun throughout and Sehun was sure he would be able to score at least a B plus.

“Ninnie, just tell me what it is” Sehun whined, obviously batting away from the guessing game he was very poor at.

“Don’t spoil the fun” Jongin pouted, jutting his lower plump lip impossibly farther. His chocolate eyes gleaming with happiness, making Sehun chuckle at how beautifully stupid he was looking.

“Candy?” Sehun hopefully offered.

He shook his big head, prying me to guess further.

“Action figure?”

He heaved a long sigh, “Sehun, I don’t have that much money. But I will buy you a One Piece figurine that you love as soon as I have enough money, I promise. Anyways, I got you......” Jongin detached his right hand that was hidden behind his back to show Sehun his present.

“Ninnie, it is so beautiful. Oh! How yummy it is looking, see, see” Sehun jumped with joy handling that plastic vanilla ice-cream cone pen. It was big, and so pretty, exactly like an ice cream cone.

Jongin chuckled at his reaction, “Hahha, I knew you will like it. You are so obsessed with ice-creams that I got you one that would never melt, you know. You will always have this one, even when you are this tall” he gestured, raising his palm higher in the air, stretching his arms fully.

“You think I will be this tall?”

“Why not?”

“I want to be the tallest in my class, Ninnie. I stand in the front row in prayer.” Sehun was really insecure about his short height, one of the shortest in the class while Jongin was growing like a freaking palm tree.

“You are small because you are just twelve, idiot. You will grow too, once puberty hits you”

“Ninnie, stop growing. I don’t fit in you properly when we hug.”

“Who says that? You fit just perfectly.” And to prove his point, Jongin engulfed him in a big hug and Sehun pouted seeing he just reached his upper abdomen. Not fair. Sehun sighed loudly.

“Ninnie” Sehun whispered into Jongin’s chest.

“Hmm” he acknowledged.

“Promise me you will never leave me. Promise me this will never change.”

Jongin had kept his promise, he was the one who left him.

He missed him, so much that it hurt.

Brushing the happy memory aside, Sehun pried further onto the backpack, sorting out the objects, aligning them with care on his desk. He had to make this room somewhat like him, if Sehun wanted to survive in this hell. He had to make the coldness go, fill it with happy memories.

Bunny plushie....Grade 5- “Sehunnie, you can keep my Pinku Pinku. You are my bestest friend in the world and friends share right?”

Gwangju FC Hat...Grade 7- “I was so upset that you could not come for the match Sehun. So, I got you your favourite football club’s hat. Do you love it?”

Lidal Perfume.....Junior High- “Hahaha...I know you are allergic to perfume Hunnie, but I just wanted you to keep it, for emergencies.”

Black ‘Metallica’ t-shirt....High School- “Lets rap like crazy Sehun. HOW CAN I BE LOST........LALALALALALALA”

One Piece figurine....Graduation present- “I kept my promise, so believe me when I say I am not going anywhere.”

How ironical!

Pondering over his bittersweet past and admiring the whole stack of memories that were now arranged on the void blue sheet covered desk, Sehun went back to his bed, sitting over the edge. Sleep was nowhere near owing to the sharp pain in his eyes and the haywire brain. His cell phone was sitting idle on the bedside table, untouched for hours. The battery was ought to be drained by now.

Needless to say, Sehun was not welcomed at his own home. Dad was giving him a cold shoulder, his tone even more businesslike, which was nowhere surprising. Prosecutor Oh’s schedule was quite fixed- going and coming at the same time every day, like a clock, giving Sehun more time to stay away from his outbursts. Sehun had done wrong and obviously he had to face his wrath but sadly even his Dad’s lost cases were blamed on him. Sehun had decided to keep mum the whole time he would be within his Dad’s eyesight, better than adding fuel to his already grisly anger.  His slight and pale mother was the same as he had last seen her, quiet and unaffected-more focused on her parties and shopping. She ordered maids around in her proud voice to make them somewhat eatable food and do dusting and cleaning. Sehun had never tasted mother’s food until grade 5 when Jongin offered him his lunch while having their tiffins under a tree at the school playground.

“You can have my lunch Hunnie. Mom made Kimbap which don’t like and she makes it all the time. I’m quite bored of Mom’s food. Here, let me taste your sandwiches, they look so yummy.”

After that, Jongin’s mom started making two tiffin boxes for both of them, presenting all sorts of delicacies, most of them being quite new for Sehun . He used to devour both of Jongin’s lunchboxes, like a hungry hyena and Jongin never complained; rather he used to look so content while watching Sehun eat so good.

How will I pay you back Ninnie?

The only change Sehun noticed in the Oh mansion was in his brother Daehyun. He was the same lookwise, smart and sophisticated, but more warm. Daehyun felt more like a brother to him than in the last many years. He smiled, talked to Sehun daily- very trivial things but very touching. Sehun had never felt like a big brother than now when Daehyun knocked over to ask him about his friends, college and shared about his school. He brought Sehun food-when he refused to eat, woke him up daily- before Dad’s waking time. Daehyun was adorable and the only times Sehun smiled in this house happened in his presence.

Snapping his memory chain, Sehun got up again to attach his phone to a charger, seeing its miserable state. His iphone sprung with life giving introductory pictures and soon he found myself face to face with Jongin. His lock-screen photo.

Sehun winced at the sudden repeated notification tones that flooded in as soon as his iphone was through with the network verifications. He immediately turned the phone into silent mode. And the whole room was swallowed in silence once again.

As expected, most of the messages were from Jongin talking about his whole day and asking for Sehun’s well being. Jongin knew Sehun couldnot answer him regularly so he didn’t pry for replies, filling in his details instead- telling about Jessica and hell, even Kyungsoo, the nerd next door, like literally. Sehun found himself reading and re-reading through their conversations. Jongin’s genuine care brought tears in my eyes, though reluctantly as he had promised Jongin that he will not cry.

From- Ninnie^

08:07 PM

You are above everyone for me Sehunnie. I will never give up on you or on our friendship. We will find a solution together okay. You are never alone, I’m there for you. Always.

Smiling to himself, Sehun wiped out the stupid tears that escaped his puffy eyes and scrolled further to notice that he had several messages from his college seatmate Jongdae asking him about his sudden absence and another set of unattended ones from Chanyeol, his Dreamer’s shift-mate.

Sehun sent a quick reply to Jongdae telling about how he had shifted college and how he were homesick and all. Lies. His Dad had made up that story and had ordered him to spread the same if asked.

Chanyeol had sent him a total of eleven messages- one text and ten images.

From- ChanYeollie’

06:31 PM

Yo, bro! Howz you? We all miss you here and everyone wanted to say HI to you. Dreamer’s is the same and reply soon.. Waiting!... Send us picz too, we are curious about Daegu. Bye!

Chuckling at Chanyeol’s usual happy go lucky side that was evident even through his text, Sehun quickly downloaded the images. Chanyeol had an 8 to 10 morning shift as well, so he must have clicked those pictures during that time only.

Sure enough, the first picture was of Baekhyun giving a cute wave pose from behind the counter. Sehun had expected Chanyeol to give a proper camera space to his eye-smiling crush of forever. Next one was of Sunggyu, their boss giving a smile through his squinting eyes, Sehun was thoroughly touched by this gesture. Chanyeol posed in an awkward selca for the next and the other pictures were that of the interiors and entrance. However, the last one had a few customers in it.

Sehun zoomed in the picture unconsciously, spotting a bald man who seemed to be enjoying his breakfast with his rather scrawny wife and ..............

His eyes bulged out.

Dream?

Reality?

There at the farthest corner, in that white couch that had become his holy ground, seated the person who Sehun had been dreaming constantly about- looking lost and distant yet so utterly beautiful.

Suzy.

AN:

I have rambled enough in the first chap, so I ll leave you guys with the third chap.

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