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Sydney, Australia

Oh Sehun was tired, and in all honesty he didn't know why he was at his ex's wedding. He didn't really question why this would be a good idea; spending a total of over 10 hours cramped on a plane from Seoul to Singapore, then Singapore to Sydney, followed by a couple more long hours waiting at busy terminals with only a small suitcase and a chocolate frappucino in his hands. 

Playing with a stray string on the sleeve of his suit, Sehun stood in the corner of the massive reception hall that illuminated by the dozens of sparkling chandeliers strung on the ceilings. Long tables lined with geniusly crafted desserts and mouth watering treats had the guest slowly wandering over to them, hands looming over each plate and eyes getting greedier and more indecisive by the second. He watched the newly wedded Kim Jongin wrap his arm around Do Kyungsoo, sending a loving daze at the smaller man's eyes, cupping his face and grazing his finger across his cheek, then proceeding to kiss the patch of flushed skin that Jongin's finger had made contact with. Sehun grew stiff at that action, trying to look away but in the end he could only feel his feet walking backwards, letting himself be carried by the large rush of guests.

He's internally fought with himself so many times over this, the day he recieved the invitation and confirmed his attendance was the day that he had finally gotten over Jongin. But memories keep on flooding back here and there at the most inconvient of times. Sad ones, happy ones; danger