Phobias

Description

Oh Sehun knows his hometown like the back of his hand. He can recall every little detail of every house and store. He's spent more time roaming around outside, enjoying the sharp and fresh air, than couped up inside with no space to be free. That scares him: Being locked away, especially by your own decision. When he was sixteen, he made the decision to become a simple social worker, who's only goal was to get people out of the house and into the world.

Then he met Huang Zitao, who hasn't left his house in ten years.

This story is an entry for the "EXO Writing Contest".
I'll be using the prompt, "And I don't want the world to see me, because I don't think that they'll understand."
EDIT: Ok, the prompt kinda went haywire, so there shall be a double prompt. "Different, doesn't mean wrong."

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Foreword

"Maybe you'll like him. Some social interaction will do you good." Yixing's high voice said through the speakers of Zitao's phone.

"Where did you find him again?"

"You won't like what I say."

Zitao narrowed his eyes, despite knowing that his cousin wouldn't see. "Well it's too late to send him away now, isn't it?" He sighed at Yixing's chuckle.

"Exactly," the elder said as he balanced his phone between his shoulder and cheek. "Anyway, he's a high school kid, a senior I think, and I heard him talking to his friends about wanting to be a social worker or something. Anyway, I asked if he wanted to get started early and he agreed."

"So I'm a test dummy?"

"No no no, think of it as a little experiment for you both. He'll get to see if being a social worker is what he wants, and you'll get to meet somebody new."

The younger huffed. "But I like you. I don't wanna meet some other person."

"Well I can't see you if I'm going on vacation tomorrow."

"You can just call me."

"Zitao, kiddo, I wanna spend some alone time with my boyfriend, okay? I know you don't like being, totally, alone, so I found a replacement of me for the time being. Just suffer through for two months, and then I'll be right back with all the gifts and food you can imagine."

Zitao was quiet for a moment, rolling his eyes in frustration as he kicked the rim of the couch that he often found himself perched upon. "Say hi to Suho for me then."