When Sehun and I were left alone, he offered to walk me home. I reluctantly agreed because, if he really wanted to speak to me, then I would at least get home sooner. Just like the other night, I planned to send him away before I reached my house. 

We walked alone the pavement amongst the other stragging students, all too busy to even pay us any attention as they stressed and gossiped about their daily lives.

Abruptly, he broke our silence and questioned me, “When did you move here?”

Not entirely sure whether he meant to Korea, or to this neighbourhood, I answered both, “I’ve been in Korea for the last seven years,” I said hesitantly, pausing suddenly as I tried to remember if that was what I had told Baekhyun – I was pretty sure it was- because, even if it wasn’t the truth, my lie had to be consistent. Internally cursing myself, I wondered why I had even lied to Baekhyun in the first place. It wasn't like it was a big deal. I quickly answered the second part, “And I moved to this neighbourhood about two weeks ago.”

If I had to explain his facial expression when I said this; I would describe it as looking disappointed. It baffled me. What was there to be disappointed about in my statement? Seven years seemed like a good length of time to live in a country, and for only living in this neighbourhood for supposedly two weeks, I'd say I was doing alright. I puffed out some air nosily to show my annoyance as his bewildering expression.

Seeming to suddenly come back to his senses, Sehun looked down at me with a completely straight face. I’m pretty sure I was scowling up at him at that particular moment. Cursing internally, no doubt.

When he saw this, he smiled a little, his thoughts from before seemingly forgotten. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were. At that moment, my curiousity bubbled and I considered asking him. But I didn't. I didn't because his face has suddenly changed a little. I can't quite descibe it, but it was almost confusion.

He continued to look at me with that expression for a moment before glancing down at his feet a little nervously. The mighty Oh Sehun nervous? Even though I hadn't known him for long at all, the very thought startled me. I wondered what his friends would think if they were here to see it.

“Why don’t you like me?” Sehun asked quietly, almost in an inaudible mumble. He suddenly sounded very young.

I looked up at him, but he was still looking down at his feet. This hadn't been what I was expecting to spurt from his lips. I screwed up my mouth, not sure what he expected me to say to him. I mean, I hardly knew the guy! And it wasn’t that I hated him, he seemed...fine. He spoke to his classmates, he was studious in class...he was fine. It's just that he was just a bit arrogant for me; a very appearance-based human.

"I don’t dislike you," I stated, looking up at his face. My answer sounded so lame that I mentally facepalmed myself; was it even a proper answer? 

He froze when he heard this. "Really?" he asked, looking at me with the same timid and nervous expression. God, what was he? A puppy? He didn't seem unhappy with my response though, oddly enough.

Nodding once firmly, I reinterated, "Really." I paused for a minute before asking, " Why do you dislike me?" I shot that at him for no particular reason, I just didn't know what else to say and kind of wanted the pressure off of me.

Sehun smiled at my answer before shrugging, shaking his head as if trying to clear it, and replying, "Well, there’s really a very long list of reasons, I couldn’t really go into them all now..."

I gritted my teeth. And there I was thinking he was a little puppy. The very nerve of him! Turning angrily towards him, I was about to let him have it but I saw him smirking evilly again. This slick kid was screwing with me again. I shook my head, inhaling deeply to calm myself, "You’re the worst!" I mumbled, shoving him away from myself in the hopes he would splat into a lamp post or some other solid structure nearby. He was heavier than he looked though, and was barely forced more tha