Oh Sehun is an enigma. He’s the unexplainable mysteries of quiet little towns, he’s the ice so cold it burns and the fire as black as his morning coffee.

You, on the other hand, are an open book. You’re the first ray of sunshine in nosy mornings after the darkest dawns, the ice cubes in teas during hot summers and the fireplace in the dead of winter.

You two were never supposed to meet if it wasn’t for your brother, the depraved son of elites who got into the wrong crowd at the wrong time. It started with sneaking out at night, hanging out with so-called friends instead of studying, then came the cigarettes, the tattoos and the drugs until your parents put him into a facility specified for cases like his. Suddenly you were alone at home, the only child because the name of your brother wasn’t allowed to be said out loud anymore. He was called a shame and you were now the only hope of the family with all the responsibility that it put on your shoulders. But with a missing brother you were also the new target of gangs. Somebody had to pay his debts, they said and that was when Oh Sehun came into the picture.

He walked into the dark alley where you were dragged into like a beautiful angel of revenge. His pitch black hair shone in the moonlight while he had that calm kind of anger in his dark onyx eyes. It was supposed to be scary but you waited salvation from him.

“Let her go,” he said firmly, as an order not caring about being outnumbered by the four guys. He looked like he ruled the place but you couldn’t help but shiver. You wanted to run away so desperately or to wake up from this awful dream. However, one of the gang members had a knife at your throat nearly shedding blood. The chances of your escaping without getting hurt were quite low.

“Ooh the infamous Oh Sehun playing the good guy for once. Really touching but we want our money and you have nothing to do with it. Leave,” the leader of the present guys stepped in front of the stranger. Said man didn’t even nudge.

“Threatening an innocent little girl is your way of getting money? Pathetic. Why not go for their father instead? He has more resources and reputation to fear for sure,” he shrugged and you wanted to yell at him to stop placing your family on guillotine but you just gasped at the cold touch of metal on your skin.

In that moment, for the first time, you locked eyes with Oh Sehun who has the most beautiful pitch dark eyes you had ever seen. You knew immediately that you won’t be able to forget him, ever.

“Why would I? She’s an easy catch,” the man shrugged, his grip on the knife never loosening.

“Coward,” the younger guy clicked his tongue and moved so fast you couldn’t follow with your eyes.

First, he snatched the threatening knife out of the gang member’s hand then elbowed him in the face. As that one cried over his bleeding nose, he took care of other two. He wasn’t an elegant fighter with precise aim and quick steps but it was evident he had been in a few street fights before and it got nasty quite quickly with all the nosebleed and split lips. And luckily, it ended quickly too as the sound of sirens got closer to the abandoned block of buildings.

“We will get back to you,” one of the guys promised while running away and you weren’t sure if you were addressed or your hero. Apparently, Sehun thought it was for him because with a bloodstained grin he bit back:

“Can’t wait.”

As the footsteps died down and the sirens miraculously stopped, you still didn’t move. You stared at the boy wiping blood off from the corner of his mouth. The blood he lost and shed because of you. Because he decided to interfere. But why?

“A- Are you okay?” you asked stuttering. You hated the sight of burgundy blood and scars on people who didn’t deserve to be hurt.

“It’s nothing. Go home,” the guy waved off your concern as if it was nothing but an annoying bug but he hissed when he touched the wound. He looked tough, so you were sure he knew how to handle pain and scars but your legs still didn’t function like you wanted them. However, this time it wasn’t fear that paralyzed you.

“I would like to thank you for what you did. If there is anything I can…”

Words got stuck in your throat, scratching uselessly, hopelessly trying to surface as you bit down on your tongue swallowing them back. Those onyx eyes Sehun had were looking right at you in an instant, so intense you felt goosebumps pickling your sensitive skin.

“Just take care of yourself, ok?” he made you promise and turned his back on you with the promise of never seeing each other again.

What a weird demand of a stranger, you thought but little did you know back then that your brother, Jongin was behind all this even when he was far away.
 

Finding Sehun wasn’t easy and you had your own rules you didn’t intend to break for someone like him. You just wanted to know who he was and why he saved you. But apparently he was really good at hiding and not liked to be found.

It was an accident, one that you would consider as a lucky coincidence when you saw the moving shadow outside of your window. The shadow that creeped right into that old tree house you and Jongin had built when you were kids. It was your secret, even your parents didn’t have a key for it and that’s why your brother could hide all the drug he was dealing with in there. Until he got caught. The place was cleared out after that, nothing but old toys and unused stuff remained there. Out of the two keys for the door you had one and Jongin said he lost the other one. So it was either he lied or he escaped from the youth detention centre.

With a torch in your hand you wanted to found out. You crossed your backyard shivering, your heart in your throat and peeked in through that one crack in the wooden structure you knew of. The figure seemed to move around in the small place as if it was his own although he wasn’t your brother. It was the coal black haired, cold stranger who saved your life… who apparently had your brother’s key.

It took a lot of courage of you to take a deep breath and instead of walking away like you didn’t see anything, you opened the door and slipped in, closing it right after you. A moment was all it took yet the guy was all over you, pressing you against the wooden surface on instinct.

“Sehun?” you croaked out his name which seemed to shake him out of this panicked state of getting caught. His burning gaze raked over you slowly.

“How do you know my name?” he furrowed his brows and took a step a back cautiously letting you go after he made sure you won’t scream for help.

“That gang member called you by your name last time,” you replied but didn’t admit how much you liked the way the syllables tasted on your tongue out loud.

Sehun nodded, defeated and stepped back to one of the boxes he took off the shelves. “You shouldn’t be here…”

“No. You shouldn’t be here. It’s our property,” you retorted quickly but your confidence didn’t last long. You didn’t come here to interrogate the young man, you didn’t come to send him away. You wanted answers and now you had every chance to finally get them. You had no intention to lose them over silly arguments.

“Do you know my brother?” you asked in a small voice and Sehun grimaced, tainting his pretty features with a frown.

“Where do you think I got the key?”

Well that was a logical question, you couldn’t argue with that but with all that you knew about the gangs Jongin hung out with, he could easily steal the key from him back then. But then again, how he had known of this place too? You brother must have trusted him.

“Are you a… a dealer, too?” you kept asking with your back still to the cold, shivering from its coldness and fingers digging into the metal knob. You were afraid Sehun would snap at you for your questions or might just have drawn a knife to threaten to cut your tongue but he did neither. He leaned over the box and without looking at you, he simply answered:

“No. I’m the exactor guy.”

Oh. It made sense then that he knew how to fight but his physique and style wasn’t fit for a real, bloody kind of fighter. He was the one who made sure the gang got the money, he was supposed to be intimidating and yet, there you were debating whether your heart was beating so fast because of the adrenaline, fear or something else.

“What are you doing here?”

This question fell off your tongue involuntarily, out of the blue and at that, Sehun looked up, straight at you, voice firm and tight, careful with his words.

“I needed some stuff. A list of Jongin’s clients or anything that can help me find who turned him in.”

“The police took everything,” you shook your head, biting on your already chapped lips as your gaze averted to the floor. You had never been a good liar. You just got away with it because you looked so innocent.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Sehun chuckled, its sound playing on your heartstrings to a tune you didn’t know yet it left you trembling. Then the boy’s steps kept getting closer. “Jongin is more careful than that. You are smarter than that.”

Your eyes snapped up at him at that, alarmed at his accusation.

“What are you trying to say?”

“I think you know more than you let us on,” he said with a smirk hiding in the corner of his mouth and you gulped. You got caught, he got you…

“I want to help,” you blurted out recklessly.

“You can by giving me whatever you have,” Sehun tried to reason but you were too stubborn for your own good.

“No. If you wanna help him, I’d like to be a part of this, whatever it is.”

“Absolutely not,” the boy protested right away, crossing his arms and clicking his tongue. “Jongin made me promise I would take care of you.”

It made you scoff. If Jongin really cared about your well-being, he shouldn’t have joined any gang in the first place. Or maybe a warning would have been nice that she could get killed just because they are relatives. But no, Jongin was just as stubborn as her, a common flaw of the Kim siblings.

“I don’t need protection,” you claimed with your chin high up and straightened back but Sehun still laughed at you, not in a mocking way but almost fondly.

“Funny thing. You had a knife at your throat a week ago and almost cried,” he reminded you with a sneer but you didn’t care. He was right: you were weak and surprised, they caught you off guard and you hated feeling vulnerable, waiting for some kind of non-existent hero to save you. You wanted to hit back and save yourself, and now you knew how you would do that.

“Then teach me how to fight. Isn’t that taking care of me too? Because I don’t think those guys were the last to come after me,” you said in the heat of the moment, a bit louder and more confident than usually but even you were surprised that Sehun seemed to consider your idea. He furrowed his brows and eyes you curiously before he deeply sighed.

“Meet me at the alley we first met tomorrow at six and we will see about it.”

And next day you really did meet.

Just like any following days during the last four months.
 

Oh Sehun fascinated you. With his looks and complex personality it was hard not to. And he knew, of course he knew, that’s why he told you he didn’t do relationships in the early part of your acquaintances. Yet you couldn’t help but fall for him.

Loving Sehun is like loving the moon: he never stays but he always comes back. But what if some day he won’t? What if he gets revenge or Jongin serves his time in the centre and then he won’t feel the need to be with you?

“Aren’t you afraid? The things I do are dangerous. You can be in danger too,” he warned you, giving you all the chances to back out but you never took them.

Sitting next to him on the cement watching as the sunset painting the horizon vivid red and oranges, you shook your head. So you told him that he was the silver moon during eclipses drawing out everything else around him while you were merely a star waiting for the full moon to come back to finally shine.

“I’m just afraid of that. That I will keep waiting and waiting and one day you won’t come.”

Sehun looked taken aback as he turned towards you. He carefully watched your curves highlighted by the dying Sun as you bathed in gold and carmine. You were too afraid to look at him properly so you dropped your gaze to your lap fiddling with your fingers. Thy boy’s voice came out husky as his breath fogged the night.

“You aren’t just a star. We have always been opposites, you are the Sun and I’m the moon. When you take a step closer, I back away. When I want to reach out, you build your walls high up. We are like the South and North poles of a magnet attracting each other, you are drawn to me like butterflies to the flame but hush, be careful! You shouldn’t burn your wings.”

You were dumbfounded to say the least and as reckless as it was you couldn’t help but stare at him so openly with wide eyes. He wondered if there was a universe in your eyes or just the reflection of it.

“You said once in a lifetime every good girl falls in love with a bad boy, they just end up with the good ones. But what makes you think I’m a good girl?”

Sehun scoffed, a smile tugging at his thin lips and you shoved him away a bit.

“No but really! If I was really good I wouldn’t be here, would I? I wouldn’t sneak out to meet you. I wouldn’t like you despite everything I know about you,” you reasoned listing all the things your parents would have disapproved of if they knew of them. You were merely considered a good girl because you hadn’t gotten caught. Or was it really a good girl thing to love the danger, the adrenaline rush, the constant push and pull and the dark, endless depth of Sehun’s eyes? That you didn’t care what he did for a living because you knew he would never hurt you?

“Your brother wouldn’t be happy,” Sehun said quietly and after learning about their friendship it was a funny thing to hear. Jongin would have never trusted him with your safety if he thought the younger was a bad guy.

“Well good thing he isn’t here,” you joked as you stood up, stretching your limbs and you offered a hand for the boy. But when Sehun took your hand considerately he didn’t let you help him up but instead he yanked at your arm, pulling you down until your lips almost touched. His eyes were melted chocolate seas and his minty breath fanned over your mouth as he spoke.

“You are the dangerous one out of the two of us and you don’t even know what effect you have on me… It’s magnetic,” he whispered, fingers tracing patterns over your wrists.

Then don’t resist, you wanted to reply but the soft touch of his sweet lips took your breath away. It was a gentle push and you fell into the black hole with no coming back. There was no gravity to keep you on Earth, no physical law to define your state because even if you stood on two feet you kept on falling, falling, falling.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way because you knew Sehun would be there to catch you.