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He was a calm whisper of wind across my face in the dead months of summer. The heat was unbearable, and he was the cool breeze to my heated skin. He pranced around me, teasing me with his chilled skin. Just out of reach. Just out of reach.
Foreword
Sehun notices something new.
Reposting from my livejournal. My first time writing this pairing. I know there are grammatical errors sadly. Thank you.
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