Kai POV

“What the meaning of your text Kai?” Sehun asks once I enter the class.

“Yeah. D.O said that Luhan have a boyfriend when he’s in elementary school, and that his ex-boyfriend will come to Korea two weeks from today.” I calmly answer him.

I see Sehun sighs heavily.

“Is his name Xiumin?” He asks.

“Oh ho, so you already know that? What happen with your freak out before?” I smirk.

“So, it’s true. I only know that Luhan has ex-boyfriend named Xiumin, but I don’t know he’ll come though.” Sehun sighs again.

The Oh Sehun I know isn’t helpless like this, he always confident. Maybe a little too confident.

Definitely not like this.

“What happen dude?” I put my hands in his shoulder.

“I just anxious.” He replies shortly.

“What makes you anxious?” I ask.

“Xiumin” He sighs again.

Seriously?

“Oh god, where’s the over-so-confident-Sehun I know? He’s only ex-boyfriend, and hell it was very long time, in elementary school to be exact.” I playfully hit his arm.

“But, you don’t have idea how much Luhan cherish him, once you talk about Xiumin in front of him, you’ll forget that he’s my boyfriend. Even until now.” Sehun ruffles his hair harshly.

“But he’s your boyfriend now and that’s the important thing. Don’t worry too much, everything will be alright.” I smile.

“I hope it’ll be okay, Kai.” He nods slowly.

“Hey, cheer up man. You don’t even know how Xiumin looks right? I swear there’s nobody can beat your face.” I laugh.

“You’re right. There’s nothing I should worry with this handsome face right? Everybody will just choose me no matter what” He starts to laugh as well.

That’s The Oh Sehun I know.

D.O POV

My feelings don’t get any better, it’s getting worse.

Whenever I look at Chanyeol, I feel so strange.

My heart just beating fast like after I have PE class.

My face just feeling hot like after I eat something too spicy.

Even my leg act like jelly.

“Chanyeol, I think I’m not feeling really well today.” I poke his arm when the teacher just finish the lecture.

“Really? Do you have a fever?” Chanyeol rest his hands in my forehead.

Again, the symptom come.

I shake my head and take his hand away from my forehead.

“But, your face is red. I’m sure you’re sick. Let’s go home, Soo.” Chanyeol puts his thing in his bag randomly.

I follow his act.

“Let’s go.” Chanyeol shows his back and kneels in front of me.

I lean slowly in his shoulder and he carefully picks me up.

I wrap my arm in his neck tightly.

No matter how odd this feeling or how bad my sickness, I always find comfort in Chanyeol.

If there is Chanyeol next to me, I think everything will