Beside You in Secret

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Luhan has always had a good memory, he even praises himself upon it. Though, what if, all his life he has always been missing apart of the story?

Sehun met Luhan on his very first day of school in Korea after coming from China, despite being a grade behind him, and from the very first moment Sehun saw Luhan he was attached. That was ten years ago, but Sehun still to this day could tell someone all the important details of Luhan. Sehun never considered it stalking, mostly because Luhan always just had a way to stumble into his life and not the other way around. It was Luhan's third year of Middle School that Sehun had started to really take care to watch the older, that was the year it was made known of Luhan's ual preference. Sehun was discreet but not at all subtly with taking care of Luhan's bullies. No one knew who beat up the guys who made fun of Luhan the day before but you could be as sure as anything that if you made fun of Luhan the next day you would have some mark of shame on your body. It didn't take long for people to put two and two together thus no more bullying. Sehun didn't stop there, in embarrassing moments he somehow found a way to lessen it, on bad days he would arrange something cleverly funny to happen, on days bad at home Sehun would slip encouraging messages. 

Sehun was always there, protecting Luhan from the worst, beside him... In secret. 

 

What happens when Sehun wasn't there to save Luhan this one time? 

What happens when Luhan can no longer walk this earth as a human but as a spirit-like creation only drawn to one thing, that thing being Sehun? 

What happens when through Sehun's mourning and walk through memory-lanes does Luhan learn the second half of his life's story? 

 

What will the ending be to this haunting story...

 

Foreword

 

I watch the tall boy scream and shout to nothing but his walls.

I witness him flinging and throwing his things around his room, destroying the shocking neatness of it.

I just stand there not sure if I should go comfort him or not but then I remember he can't see or hear me anyways. 

Who is this boy? I ask myself. And why did I follow him all the way here from the hospital? 

I recieve the answer to my first question when I get a good look at the boy's face. He looked straight at me, face stained with tears streaming down at a constant pace and anger burning brightly in his eyes. For a second I am scared of this boy but then I find a name for him and it rolls off my tongue faster than I could process my recognition of him,

Sehun...

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