Hunhan in the POV of Sehun.

Nineteen is such a magical number.

It's my lucky number, for so many reasons. But there's only one main reason.

Lu Han.

We've known each other for nineteen months. I'd fallen in love with him on the nineteenth day. We've shared countless hugs and exactly—yes, I've been counting—eighteen kisses.

They were all just kisses on the cheek or forehead, but they were kisses all the same. Each kiss was magic, the keys that unlocked the butterflies to my stomach. His soft, tender lips would brush against my skin, he would smile to himself, and it would leave me stunned and standing there frozen, like a fish out of water.

I didn't know if he liked me the way I liked him. Those kisses may just have been friendly, even if I didn't want to consider that.

But still.

Today was my nineteenth birthday. I was still waiting for my nineteenth kiss.

I'd invited all my friends, and they had all said they would show up. But the only person I really wanted to see today, the only person I counted on giving me the best present ever, had still yet to answer my invitation.

I had given it to him at school, my palms sweaty with nervousness and my heart fluttering. "Lu, I-I want to see you at my birthday par-party," I'd stammered. Curse my goddamn anxiety issues.

He'd just cocked his head curiously to the side, staring at the invitation. He'd twitched his small pink mouth into a smile that bordered on a smirk. "Nineteenth birthday? Wow, coincidence. It's been nineteenth months."

I had smiled, glad that he'd kept track of how long we'd known each other. My cheeks had flushed.

"You'd like it if I went?"

I'd nodded, a little too eagerly to play it cool. "Ne, hyung. I would like it...a lot." I forced it out of my throat, looking away. The truth was the hardest to admit.

He'd given me his signature eye-smile that made my heart leap and walked away, the card neatly folded between his fingers without a single look back at me. I was confused to this day; he'd never indicated he would come. I prepared a spot for him at the party, just in case.

Baekhyun and Chanyeol hyungs came first, bright smiles on their faces when I opened the door. Their arms were filled with foil-wrapped food and presents, but I couldn't help but notice that they were holding each other's free hands, as indiscreetly as possible.

I stared and swallowed. I really missed Lu hyung now. Of all times for them to show their affection...I tried not to choke up. It was my birthday, for God's sake.

"Happy birthday, Sehunnie!" they both shouted. Baek couldn't contain himself and dumped all of his stuff onto Chanyeol's load, squeezing me into a tight hug while Yeol complained loudly. I couldn't help but chuckle; they acted like an old couple.

They let themselves in and Yeol hyung immediately made for the couch, putting on a rom-com movie while Baek positioned the food and presents in the kitchen. Just as I passed Baekhyun to get some water and observe my stash, he winked at me. I watched him join Yeol, snuggling under his arm. I turned away quickly and pretended to be cleaning up the dining room even though it was already spotless, when really I just didn't want to think about Lu Han by seeing them.

Lu will come, I assured myself. He wouldn't miss this, not after eighteen kisses! I shivered excitedly, hoping for the nineteenth today. When the doorbell rang again, I practically ran over, my face filled with excitement.

It was Suho, Xiumin, and Lay.

They screamed happy birthday at me and gave me a group hug that squeezed the breath out of me. I felt hidden under the mass of bodies and used the opportunity to mask my disappointment as best as I could.

Not long after, Chen and Tao showed up, the jokesters both empty-handed but the smirks on their faces indicating they were both up to something. Then, Kai and Kyungsoo arrived and wrapped me in warm, excited hugs.

Later came sophisticated and serene duizhang Kris, who looked kind of pissed off with his furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms. He stormed into the house with a curt greeting to me, mainly to yell at Tao for forgetting they were to come together and for their "date" on Saturday.

I stared after him with the door still open. Even he and Tao had something going on.

I took a deep breath. It was already thirty minutes into the party. It's ok, he's bound to come. He might just be late. I need to be positive and be a good host!

I followed him into the living room to join all my friends. Everyone looked happier than I felt, but it was my birthday. Yeol and Chen were fighting over the remote, Kyungsoo had his arm loosely wrapped around Kai, and Kris had apparently gotten over Tao's forgetfulness, but was mock-punching the somewhat unwilling, whiny panda to teach wide-eyed Xiumin and Lay how to fight. The twelve of us, always inseparable...only we were missing one. It broke my heart to know the one I wanted most wasn't here.

Be happy Sehun, that everyone else could come, I told myself. Stop dwelling only on him, he'll come in good time.

Yeol gave up the remote control battle when he noticed me, shouting excitedly and leaping onto me in a bear hug when I went near him. Chen crowed and held up the control triumphantly.

"Happy Sweet 19th, dongsaeng!" the Happy Virus chirped, after sticking his tongue out at Chen.

Kris paused, his fist half buried in Tao's arm. His other arm was wrapped sneakily around the younger, dark-haired boy's waist. "Isn't it 'Sweet 16'?" he scoffed, saying the last two words in perfect English.

Tao smirked and rolled his eyes. "Canadian show-offs."

Kris growled teasingly, smiling genuinely. "Yah, I'll punch you for real!" He drew his fist to connect with Tao's stomach with a little more force, and the two engaged in a wrestling match on the hardwood floor.

I smiled as brightly as I could at Chanyeol hyung, but it felt fake even to me. "Thanks, hyung."

Two more hours went by in a blur. Baekhyun, Chen, and Kyungsoo sang a variation of Happy Birthday, but Suho occasionally burst out in random songs and turned it into a karaoke event. As everyone sang along and soju was passed around, all I could think of was Lu Han's voice, and how he should be with us. His voice was so sweet and clear, like a small bubbling river. It was so beautiful.

Chanyeol, Kris, and Tao performed a rap while Kai and Lay had a dance battle. Kyungsoo came from the kitchen with a huge homemade cake and gallons of bubble milk tea. We feasted on the food, but it kept running through my head just how much Lu Han loved Kyungsoo hyung's cakes, and how we used to have bubble milk teas at the local cafe. Although the homemade tea tasted so much better, it lacked something. Lu Han, being here to drink it with us.

With me.

I tried hard to enjoy everything, for all the work they'd done to make my birthday perfect, but I couldn't with one missing. I could tell all my friends sensed it, and they tried harder to cheer me up, which somehow made it worse. I knew I was being selfish.

Four hours had passed. Everyone was getting tired.

Where was he?

"So hyungs," I started casually, leaning against the table and setting my bubble tea aside. "Anyone know where Lu Han is?"

The action in the living room seemed to freeze. Yeol and Tao looked at each other, the quarrel over the last piece of cake forgotten. Kyungsoo dropped his arm from Kai's waist, which he had never did except for occasionally leaving his side to get food. Baek took a long sip from his tea and didn't meet my accusing gaze. Even duizhang Kris bit his lip. Everyone squirmed, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh Hunnie, you didn't know?" Suho asked, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"He told everyone, not you apparently," Tao added bluntly, earning angry hisses from Kris and Kai.

"What? What's going on?" Conflicting emotions of hope and terror battled in my chest.

Maybe there was a surprise in planning, and all the guys were being secretive about it...or he simply wasn't coming. To think that hurt so bad, but I guessed the latter. I suddenly felt so selfish and childish for reserving myself for him the entire afternoon, not even bothering to act appreciative. My ten best friends had shown up from all parts of Korea, and all I was thinking about was one of them that couldn't bother to show up.

But how could I not feel selfish when the couples of our group displayed themselves so openly in front of me? I knew they didn't mean it. Yet how could I not feel hurt that Lu Han decided not to come on my birthday where I had wanted him the most? And to think I was so stupid..."19th kiss." To hell with that.

Suho sighed, noting the storm of expressions across my face. "Sehun-ah, please don't be angry, he's very sorry and it was an emergency—"

Kris gave him a stern look, cutting him off. He turned to me, his face emotionless.

"Sehun. He returned to China."

My heart stopped.

I heard the of breaths among my friends, but all I could hear was the cursed words repeating in my head, daggers thudding into my dartboard chest. He returned to China. He returned to China.

"When?"

I barely heard my own hollow, breathless whisper. I could only stare straight ahead, not thinking, not doing, trying so hard—and failing—to not feel. To not feel heartbroken. Why couldn't he have at least sent a text or notification? Did he not know how important he was to me? But most of all, why didn't he tell me? Suho said it was an emergency, but he couldn't even call me?

Why?

"He left—this morning." Lay had his eyes cast down. Everyone did, like scolded puppies caught in the act.

"He couldn't even wish me a—" I broke off, not being able to continue. My eyes were too wet, my throat too dry. My hands clenched themselves into fists. All the energy of my body was out with this realization. He didn't even...

He didn't even wish me a happy birthday.

Was I that unimportant to him? Did I really mean that degree of nothing?

Kris took a deep breath. "Sehunnie, as Suho said it was an emergency, Lu Han needed to go because he—"

"Does he not know that I love him?"

I stared blankly at my hands. My hands, still feeling the smooth touch of Lu Han's long elegant fingers intertwined with them.

He really didn't love me.

Everyone shut up at my remark. Baek raised his head, shocked, while everyone else stared incredulously.  I heard Xiumin mutter under his breath, "Great. Another couple."

"Even though we all had a hunch, it's the first time I've heard you say that," Suho said quietly.

"It's not the first time I've thought it," I croaked. "Why didn't he—why..."

No one said anything. They had no explanations. And there was nothing left to say.

I'd always thought I meant something to him. But maybe he had just been "nice."

"He loves you too, Sehun-ah," Kyungsoo murmured.

I lifted my head up, the numbness in my chest replaced by sudden anger. "Is that so. He loves me so he leaves me? He flees to China because he loves me? He doesn't say so much as a goodbye because he ing LOVES ME? Tell me, hyung, do I look like an idiot to you? Don't feed me any of your pity crap, because I don't want to hear it. Because you don't understand, you have Kai! All of you have someone so you wouldn't understand!"

The tears streamed freely down my face. I turned away so my best friends wouldn't see it.

Kyungsoo flinched, exchanging a look with Kai's sad eyes.

"I hate this, you all looking guilty and regretful like you did something wrong. Did you? WELL DID YOU?!?!"

"Sehun—" Suho began.

"Don't 'Sehun' me!" I was shouting, even louder now. "None of you would ever understand! I look ing stupid, hoping for someone who was never going to come, so you guys want to comfort me. With what? With real ty lies."

I jerked my head up at every single one of them. No one looked back at me. Chen, Kris, and Xiumin were staring at something behind me, astonished. The mofos probably wanted more cake or something. How insensitive. "Lu Han is a jackass then, but I don't want you guys to become him."

"What about Lu Han?"

"He's a lying, stupid- jerk. I can't believe I loved him; he obviously didn't love me." I sniffled. And then my extremely slow, stupid brain realized none of the people in the living room had spoke; the person was behind me. And my heart still ached for that honey-sweet, light-humored beautifully familiar voice.

Soft, feminine hands gently spun me around to stare into the eyes of a flawless angel.

His eyes were crinkled in a heart-melting eye smile at my speechless shock. My heart started pounding again, as if reawakened into a much faster pace. I could feel the last tear glistening on my eye, threatening to roll down my cheeks. My friends were silent behind me, but even if they had made any noise I wouldn't have heard it. I was too busy studying the smooth creamy skin, large brown doe eyes and soft fluffy hair. I was engulfed in a world of just me and him.

Finally.

Lu Han.

He smiled again, laughing a little. "I'm a 'lying, stupid- jerk?" he repeated, acting hurt and shocked. He laughed out loud this time, pulling me in a warm embrace with his arms around my waist. "Ah, Sehunnie!"

I in my breath, blood rushing to my cheeks and head. His touch was electric, my skin sparking  everywhere his fingers were. I trembled hearing my name. I wanted more.

"Yes," I mumbled into his shirt, staining it with the half-dried tear streaks on my face. "You still are one."

He pulled away to stare at me, his expression still full of laughter. He wiped away my tear tracks with a gentle of his finger, chuckling. "And when you said 'I can't believe I loved him,' you mean 'love' as in present tense right?" He smoothed back my hair, his sweet smile on his sweet face. Somewhat matter-of-factly he added, "When you said that 'he obviously didn't love me,' you mean 'he obviously still did,' right?"

I could hardly speak. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The sounds of my heart filled my ears. "I thought—I thought you left for China."

He frowned, deep in thought. "True. It was an emergency. I was supposed to stay awhile; a lot of my stuff is still in my hotel room in China, and I haven't even checked out yet. But I cut my trip short just to try and make it here on time. All the plane tickets were sold out, although I'd buy any class. I ended up in a small and noisy jet with connections and a lot of bribing. Let's just say getting here was hard." He chuckled. "But I'm finally here now." He pouted slightly. "Mianhe, I didn't make it on time."

Here he was. Still apologizing for not making it on time. Lu stared into my eyes. "But despite all I left behind, I still have priorities. Like attending a birthday party."

He slowly came forward, knocking our foreheads together and letting our noses touch. His hands slid down my lower back, pulling me even closer. I took in his scent of vanilla and caramel with traces of cologne.

My friends were no longer behind me. I was no longer in the living room of my house. I was in paradise, where only an us existed.

The tear that threatened to fall on my cheeks, fell. But this time, it was of speechless joy.

He smiled, whispered.

"Happy Sweet 19, Oh Sehun."

Lu Han, my Lu Han, closed the gap to seal our nineteenth kiss on the lips.

A/N: Happy Thursday! (at least, it's Thursday night where I live ^^) Since all the previous oneshots had depressing tones to them, how about a sweet fluffish HunHan shot!!!! 

But of course I really really at making any story fluffy, I'm sorry D: Someone has to cry in all my stories, apparently -_-

I snuck a bit of Taoris, Kaisoo, and Baekyeol in it too hehe ;) hope you all enjoyed, please upvote and subscribe! Comment: What did you think about this oneshot? Would you prefer me writing more angst-toned or fluffy? Tell me if you'd like to know more about a certain pairing in this shot and read about how they met, etc. in another shot! Or, which pairing you'd like to see featured next!

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