They met in a toystore and they belong to each other.

Sehun was three when he went to the toy store, clinging to his mother's leg as she picked through the bin for a stuffed animal. He wasn't really interested though and the speckled ground was better at catching his attention.

“Hunnie-ah,” his mother would say. “Do you like this one?”

And he would shake his head at the deer or unicorn or panda, hair flopping over his eyes.

There was another boy in the store, playing in the middle of a stuffed animal fortress, but he walked over, dragging a white alpaca by the ear and holding out a pink bear.