It all started when Sehun(probably, he's 12 years old) was in his 6th Grade and Luhan(13 years old) was in his 7th. The two boys were so close to each other, heck -- they're indeed inseparable. Luhan was on his way to the school cafeteria to buy himself his most desired drink, coffee frappe. A pair of hands made its way on his eyes and covered his vision, making his sight go black. He trapped his straw in between his lips to place his hands on the ‘unknown’ male's hands that are on his eyes. It only took him a split second to recognize whose hands were those, who else anyway–Oh Sehun, of course. Luhan's lips instantly tugged up into a swift smile, he turned around to meet the other male, a chortle escaping both boys' lips.

“Sehun, hello.” Luhan raised a hand to give the taller boy a small wave, his smile only getting brighter.

“Hi.” Sehun greeted back timidly, though they've been bestfriends for long, the younger (yet taller) male is still rather blunt, dull even. Luhan took a small sip from his drink, soon proceeding to offer Sehun some.

The younger shook his head, he went in line to queue up and bought himself a nice flavored bubble tea. He poked the straw into his cup once he have claimed his drink, proceeding to take a sip from his beloved tea. 

“Sehun, let's walk home together, shall we?” Luhan suggested, a cheeky grin spreading across his lips. Sehun only nodded for he was in too deep with his drink.

The two young males began walking their way home. They go through the same path, not only because Sehun has to drop off Luhan infront of their house's gate, but because they are neighbors, fortunately. A hum escaped Sehun's lips, his unoccupied hand making its way to one of Luhan's. The taller enveloped the smaller's hand in his, it was as if they're strawberries with chocolate, they match. 

“Han,” Sehun emitted, his gaze averting on the smaller figure beside him.

Despite the fact that Sehun was a tad informal, Luhan vented out his words anyway, his cheeks puffing out. “What's the matter, Hun?”

“Can you be my dance this Friday?” Sehun blinked, his head tilting to the side. Unaware of what other meanings it might have.

Luhan released a chuckle, his lips pursing as he decide, letting Sehun's words process in his mind. “Dance? Hun, we're both males.”

“It doesn't really matter. After all, you can just dress up as a female. Nobody would know.” Sehun nodded firmly, proud of his idea.

Luhan blinked, his eyes narrowing at Sehun. He shook his head disapprovingly, an unamused scoff leaving his lips. “No way, Oh Sehun. There are lots of female students for you to dance on your Gradeschool Graduation ball. And I, obviously, am not one of them.”

Being the straight-forward boy he is, Sehun emitted. “I want you.”

Luhan is gay and Sehun is well aware of it. And the whole world knows how ing straight as a ruler Sehun is. All Luhan wanted was for him to not make things hard. But look at what Sehun's doing; being too irresistible, too handsome for a gay boy to handle, too cute, too adorable, and too ing hot for someone in his puberty stage. He's too young. They're too young for this. Neither did he(Luhan) sign up for such dilemmas of being attracted to his bestfriend.

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Luhan had his nose scrunched in annoyance, he's wearing his black suit and Sehun is, too. The older male is sitting down on an almost isolated table booth from afar. He kept his attention on his phone, while on the other hand, Sehun's enjoying his Graduation Ball. Hell, Luhan did not even know how he ended up there. 

Not long after, Luhan was suddenly dragged out of his seat. He trailed off behind the ‘stranger’ infront of him, trying his best not to stumble upon him for they were walking too briskly for his short legs to handle. 

“What are you doing--who are you?” Luhan did not want to sound weak, so he tried not to stutter in fear. He heard a snort that was followed by a shake of head in disbelief. 

They both stopped their tracks once they've reached the male's restroom. The stranger made sure to lock the door for privacy.

“Can't believe you did not recognize me.” He turned around, a small pout playing on his lips.

Of course it has to be him. Luhan muttered, his lips tugging into an unamused simper. 

“Sehun, what do you want?” He exhaled an exasperated sigh, his hands in his pockets.

“Han,” Sehun crouched down a bit to reach for a paper bag he had placed down beforehand, proceeding to hand it to Luhan. The smaller boy's eyes widened in surprise after he had seen what was inside the paper bag, he shook his head, briskly and disapprovingly. There's no way he's going to wear a– “A dress? A pair of heels? A wig along with a make-up set? Sehun, what in the world are you trying to do?” 

Sehun sneered after hearing Luhan's statement, an amused chuckle escaping passed through his lips. “Trying to make you be my girl.”

“Sehun, no. Give this back to whoever owns this. Your mother- your cousin, a friend, whoever, but I am not wearing this.” 

“I bought it for you, though. With the help of Jongin.” Sehun started, a rare, almost never seen ever before, grin on his face. 

Luhan wanted to scream, but all he could do was curse. In Chinese. “Qù xià dì yù(Go to hell).” Of course, Jongin would help Sehun, that bastard. 

The younger laughed, it was like music to Luhan's ears but despite the fact that Sehun was being all too hard-headed, Luhan cannot help but feel his heart skip. “Come on, Han. Wear it.”

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Luhan grunted. He kept pulling the fabric down below his knees but it's not working, the dress ends on the upper part of his knees. It was like hell's in a form of a female's clothing. He instantly made his way back to his table, though he's wearing heels, Sehun couldn't believe Luhan could handle it. 

Luhan wanted to tear the wig off, to strip the dress away, to slip off his heels so he can change back into his comfortable suit. But as much as he needs and wants to, Sehun had his clothes ‘safe’ with him so Luhan can't change into it. Luhan had no escape.

The smaller boy scooted on the seat near the wall, trying his best to keep himself well covered. Sehun sat next to him, his head leaning on the older's shoulder. “Han.”

“Mm?” Luhan hesitantly replied, he wanted to give Sehun a silent-treatment to teach him a lesson, but life. He can't stay angry. Especially when it's Sehun. “Are you mad?” Luhan shook his head ‘no’, and it obviously was a lie. Sehun knows it. “If it makes everything better. Luhan, you look pretty.”

Luhan rolled his eyes in annoyance but Sehun kept silent. His hand reaching down to hold Luhan's smaller ones. “Not to sound sarcastic and snarky. Han, you look pretty even in your male form.”

All Luhan could do was blink and try to prevent the pink tinge on his cheeks be more brighter, he cleared his throat and tried not to sound all too flattered. “You're an idiot. First, I always am in my male form, ‘always’. Second, there's no difference, it's just the clothes. And unfortunately, the wig and the heels. How can that be pretty–”

A snort left Luhan's nose, he shook his head in disagreement, a frown on his face. Damn, he never will do anything that pleases Sehun ever again.

“You see, Han. You're my girl. No, actually. You're my boy. And you always will be.” Sehun nodded, he straightened up in his sitting position and leaned down on Luhan's cheek, his lips almost touching the puffy, rosy pink, cheek of the older one's. “Let's dance.”

Luhan stiffened in his position, he pulled his face away from Sehun and stood up, his lips pursed in a thin line. “Yeah. Yeah, sure. Let's dance.” 

Sehun tugged his lips in a swift smile, he got up from his seat and took Luhan's hand, their fingers interlaced with each other's. They walked into the dance floor once after they've heard the song change into a mellow one, all pairs began slow-dancing in sync with the instrumental song. 

Sehun took both Luhan's hands, he placed it on his shoulders whilst his own hands are making their way on Luhan's waist. They began dancing, Luhan was too stunned, flustered and overwhelmed. He did not know what to do so he just followed the younger's lead.

Luhan hummed along with the music, his eyes closing after a brief moment. Only opening them once he felt a weight on his head, Sehun had lightly leaned his chin atop Luhan's head. Soon, he found himself enveloped in Sehun's tight and warm embrace. Only then did Luhan realize, that even though both of them are still teenagers, Sehun had matured so much. It was surprising for Luhan.

“Hun, promise me.”

“Promise you what?”

Luhan spent a moment to think about what he's about to say even deeper, he might regret what's bound to happen in the mere future but-

“You must never be like me nor should you like me.”