Summary: When Oh Sehun, out of the kindness of his heart, decided to stay with a stranger during her final moments on earth, he never thought it would come back to haunt him. Literally. Now he’s stuck with the ghost of a spiteful and bitter stranger until they can both find a way to help her cross over.
Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy, Supernatural
A/N: Please enjoy!
Part 1
“I kept telling you to double-check your things!” She huffed out in her phone’s receiver, adjusting the strap of the duffel bag she carried on her shoulder. “I told you so even last night!”
“I know! I’m sorry!” Hee Young whined back. “But I forgot I transferred all my hair irons in another bag after I broke my old one last week.”
“How do you forget something like that?!” Looking up at the stoplight, she tapped her foot impatiently against the pavement as she waited for the light to turn red. “You’re lucky I didn’t have any appointment this early in the day.”
“Yes, yes I know I’m lucky.” Her roommate was always so clumsy and forgetful, but at least she was tolerable. “I’ll owe you one I promise!”
“You’ll owe me another.” She clarified, sighing in relief when the light for the pedestrians turned green. “I’ll be there in a bit, wait for me around the corner okay?”
“Of course! Thank you so much for this. I swear it will never happen again.”
“She always says that.” She muttered, ending the call without any farewells, shaking her head as she walked forward across the street. The bag was surprisingly heavy for just a couple of hair irons, but she figured that Hee Young must have stashed something else in there that she didn’t bother to check anymore.
As she was crossing, a couple of students ran past her, roughly pushing her to the side and causing the heavy bag to fall from her grip. “Yah!” She shouted after the teens, rolling her eyes when they didn’t take any note.
The cars in line honked at her, and she irritably waved a hand at them but hastily picked up the bag, moving to walk forward again. She was close. She would have made it. It was only a few leaping steps away.
“MISS LOOK OUT—”
Tires screeched, cars honked, and there was one lady who shrieked like a banshee.
Then pain. White hot searing pain. That was all she felt in that instance.
When consciousness next seeped into her, numbness replaced the pain.
“Miss!” A voice said. It sounded like it was far away from her, but it could have been right beside her too. “Miss, can you hear me? Hey! Open your eyes!”
“Idiot.” she thought to the voice. “My eyes are already open.” But then she blinked, not having realized that she had had them closed all this time.
She was flat on her back; she should have been looking at the sky. But instead there was someone hovering above her. In the back of her hazy thoughts, she noted that it was a very handsome man. Maybe this was an incarnation of death, coming to claim her soul.
But then again, death probably didn’t have his own mobile phone. Death probably wouldn’t be calling for an ambulance either. Death wouldn’t be telling her to open her eyes at all.
He wasn’t death. Not even close.
Page Break
It took a while for her to get a grip of how being a ghost worked. You couldn’t simply touch things on the physical plane. It took a lot of effort and willpower on her part. It took her almost a month from the day she became a conscious specter to start even rattling doorknobs.
3 months from her death day, she could successfully open and shut doors with great effort. In 6 months, she could push glasses off the counter top, cause electronics to malfunction, and cause the lights to fluctuate. 8 months, she could leave cold spots and brush her vict— anchor’s arm and cause goosebumps.
There was a twisted sort of satisfaction she felt whenever he would get up with dark circles, or when she’d watch him fall asleep while working, or when he’d turn pale when he thought he’d caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. It was petty of her, that she knew. But there wasn’t much else for her to do anyway as long as she was stuck with him.
Her anchor, Oh Sehun.
She didn’t have anything against him personally, it was just that he was an easier target for her ire towards whatever higher power decided she would be kept as a ghost indefinitely. When she wasn’t actively trying to make him miserable, she found him to be an interesting person to study.
He was a freelance photographer, working on call for anyone who wanted to book him for an event. He also had the cutest dog, Vivi, the only one who could see her as she pranced around close to him. It freaked Sehun out a lot when his precious pet looked as though it were playing with thin air.
It was a lonely existence for her, despite never straying far from her anchor’s side. No one could hear her, no one could see her, no one but Vivi knew she was there. Even as she actively haunted him, Sehun wasn’t even a companion. Because he wouldn’t be able to respond to anything she says.
“You’re putting too much salt idiot.”
“You really need to let Vivi lay off on the snacks, she’s looking like a dinosaur.”
“Your rent’s overdue for 2 weeks now, the landlord’s gonna come knock your door down if you don’t settle the payment.”
“Oh, that’s a nice picture! You should try taking a picture of the flowers by the bridge!”
“Your mom left a voicemail; she misses you and wants you over for dinner. You should go.”
She was miserable. She couldn’t even sleep the misery away because apparently ghosts never feel tired or sleepy. And not for the first time, did she wish that she had just crossed over. But no, she was stuck because Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes decided to stay with her as she died.
So, for almost a year, she stayed with him. Unseen, unheard, barely felt.
Then 10 months to her death day, things changed.
She had discovered that with a lot of concentrated effort, she could enter his dreams and cause nightmares. She started out just as a face in the periphery of his unconscious world. But eventually she could take center stage and cause nightmares.
After a particularly cruel nightmare (that she honestly felt immensely guilty for as she watched him rush to the bathroom and vomit into the toilet bowl) her anchor had had enough.
She followed him that morning, watching the determined look on his face as he marched down the streets. There was a sense of great purpose and urgency in his strides, strides so quick she wouldn’t have been able to keep up had she still been alive. But once again, ghosts can’t feel fatigue.
“Yah Oh Sehun!” She prattled on even knowing he would never be able to hear her. “Don’t you have to bring Vivi to the groomer later? Where are you going this early?”
As expected, there was no response, so with a long-suffering sigh, she trailed after him.
Eventually he did come to a stop, to a seedy looking house at that. Looking over at the small metal plate attached to the gate, she couldn’t help but let a laugh of disbelief leave her lips.
“You’re going to fricking Shaman?!”
A/N2: I hope you liked it! Leave a message or a comment or something.
Summary: When Oh Sehun, out of the kindness of his heart, decided to stay with a stranger during her final moments on earth, he never thought it would come back to haunt him. Literally. Now he’s stuck with the ghost of a spiteful and bitter stranger until they can both find a way to help her cross over.
Genre: Romance, Drama, Comedy, Supernatural
A/N: I was inspired a bit by Hi, Bye Ma! on Netflix. Just a bit. Also lmao this is the first thing EXO related I’m writing in years. My mental health took a real toll the past few years but I’m feeling better again. I feel inspired. So here we are. Please enjoy.
Prologue
There is one person in your life that you’ll make an inexplicable connection with just at the end of it. At the time of your death, the last person to witness your final breath, touch you one final time— that last connection is binding even in eternal oblivion. No matter should it be with a complete stranger, that person is imprinted in your memories even just seconds before your death.
It allows the universe, gods, deities, to give you an anchor to the physical plane as a ghost— should they grant you some more time. Time granted for you to watch over your loved ones, time to send a final message, or time to give yourself a chance to fully let go and move on.
It is a sad thing to die alone. The forces of the universe would have nobody to anchor you to. Giving you no reason to stay tethered to the physical plane, even if you had left someone or unfinished business behind.
For me, I would have preferred being untethered. I would have loved to just get on with my life (or death in this situation) and move onto the next plane of existence. I had nothing and no one left to look out for or send final messages to. It’s been a while since I had someone to care for and vice versa.
Yet god, the universe, whatever deity is out there, decided that because I wasn’t alone during my demise, I was to be anchored to the stranger who had witnessed my last moments. I was to stay on the physical plane as a specter until they decide that I was finished with whatever non-existent mission I had.
And due to that miscommunication, I was indefinitely stuck on earth. With a stranger. Neither to be seen, heard, nor felt. This was hell.
So, I decided to appoint a mission upon my ghostly self. After all that was what the forces up there wanted right? For me to complete my mission?
Well then, I’m giving myself one. A mission that was more a revenge plot due to petty spite and displaced bitterness. I would haunt my anchor into madness. Haunt him until the gods decided it was enough, that I had gotten my message across.
I was going to make Oh Sehun’s life, miserable.
A/N 2: There we have the prologue. Hopefully this makes up for the hiatus of A Little Something. Thank you for reading!
Told through a series of messages, chats, and tweets. Watch as the story of two people who never thought much of each other bloom into a little something more.
A story of how the second impression could be just as important as the first.
A/N: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I PROMISE I HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR NOT UPDATING FORGIVE ME PLEASE! CLASSES WERE HECTIC AND I LOST INSPIRATION BUT LOOK I UPDATED! I found a better messaging app too! plus SERIE IS MAKING PROGRESS YASSSS
Warning/s: Deals with depression, contemplation of suicide. Please heed this warning.
A/N: This is an old one I have stored. It was written on one of those days of mine and it is not meant to offend nor insult anyone. So please if you find any of this offending or triggering please message me immediately so I may see what I did wrong or what I can change about this. Thank you.
I heard from somewhere before that heights were an irrational fear. Almost everyone fears it.
But here up on the roof top of the school, it all felt oddly calm. Like all my fears were blown away by the wind.
“One…” I whispered as I looked down at the school grounds over the railing.
“Two…” I stepped on the ledge, holding onto the railing tightly.
“Thre—“
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I didn’t have to turn around to know whose voice that belonged to. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I leaned on the railing, letting my hair be blown about by the wind.
“Hey Jongdae.” I greeted, not turning around.
“Don’t ‘hey’ me Y/N.” I could imagine the frown forming on his lips. “What are you doing up here?”
I didn’t answer his question. Instead I looked up at the sky, squinting my eyes at the noontime sun. “Do you think maybe if I jumped from here I’d be able to fly?”
“No.” He sighed. I turned my head and saw him walk towards me, probably giving up on trying to talk me out of getting down the ledge and instead chose to join me. “You’d splat on the ground and scare the shit out of the students.”
“What if I flapped my arms really hard?”
He smirked a bit, the corner of his lip curling up like the Cheshire cat’s. “You’d still splat on the ground, only you’d look dumber going down.”
I nudged his shoulder, glaring at him lightly when he giggled. “Aren’t you supposed to be cheering me up? Telling me not to jump?”
“You’re fine.” He shrugged, leaning his shoulder against mine. “You’re just experiencing neurosis. A temporary escape from reality.”
“Just because you took up psychology doesn’t mean you can diagnose me all you want, Jongdae.” I frowned. He merely shrugged at me before we both went back to looking at the ground below.
We were silent for a while. Comfortable in the silence but there were still words in the air, waiting to be said. And they were pressing down on me.
I didn’t want them to come back to me. I didn’t want to feel them. But they were there and they kept coming back. And it’s so hard to make them stop.
“I want to jump.” I whispered, mostly to myself. “I’m so tired. Everything’s going so wrong. I just want to jump.”
Jongdae looked startled at my sudden declaration. He backed up a bit, taking in my words before he moved back closer, taking a hold of my hands.
“What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”
I looked up at him through blurry eyes, shaking my head as my hands clenched around his. “I’m so tired Dae. Everything seems to be crashing down around me.” I sighed, looking away from him and back down to the ground. “I thought it would get better. I really did. But then I have these days and I just fall right back into that pit and it’s just not getting any better.”
“It is. It is getting better baby trust me.” He murmured, placing his hands on the side of my head so I was looking at him once more, pressing his forehead against mine. “It’s not easy, I know. But you just have to keep fighting okay? You and me we’re going to keep fighting this together every day until we make it. Believe me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the tears not to fall. “You’re too good for someone like me.” I sniffled, my voice cracking. “You always have been. I don’t deserve you.”
“Oh baby.” He whispered so softly, I almost didn’t hear him. “In this world and after all you’ve been through I think you deserve something good.”
He pressed a light kiss to my brow before wrapping me in his arms. Making me feel warm and protected. And loved…
More words hung in the air. Three words. Just waiting to be said.
“I love you too much to let you go now.” I murmured, burying my face against his chest.
A chuckle escaped him, his strong arms squeezing me lightly. “As if I would ever let you do that.” He muttered, nose brushing my hair. “I’m not going to leave you alone and neither am I letting you leave me baby. Where you go I’ll follow.”
I leaned back, feeling my heart soar at his words. I pressed a hand against his sculpted cheek, giving a watery smile. “I love you Kim Jongdae. Even if I don’t deserve you.”
“I love you too Y/N.” He turned his face to press a long kiss to the middle of my palm. “And I’d spend forever trying to prove that yes, you do deserve me.”
A/N2: Thank you for reading! Please know that if you have any troubles whatsoever my inbox is available to you :)
A/N: Lol so you guys probably hate me for not updating in so long but like school got hectic af and I’M SO SORRY DON’T HATE ME AND OMG WHEN TF DID I GET 300 FOLLOWERS FOR THIS ACCT???
It was a leisurely afternoon. Not too warm and not too cold. It was just right.
After classes were dismissed, he had dragged me out of the school and into our favourite cafe in no time at all. I wasn’t complaining, because with graduation fast approaching every second I could spend with him should be cherished, not taken for granted .
We sat face to face at our usual place, just by the window, watching people pass by. All so fast yet it seemed to stretch longer than usual.
“What are you going to do after graduation?” He suddenly asked, lazily swirling his spoon in his mug.
“Hm, I’m going to go to college.” I thought, propping my elbow onto the table and resting my chin lightly on my closed fist. “I think I’d like to be a doctor one day.”
“Well you’re smart enough.” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding with closed eyes. “Mhm, I can see it now. Dr. Y/L/N.”
I laughed lightly, nudging my foot lightly with his. “What about you Mr. Trainee? What’s your plan?”
He opened his eyes, leaning forward and gesturing for me to come closer as well. I leaned forward, heart thumping against my ribcage as his hand grasped mine above the table.
“I’ll be a star one day.” He had smiled at me so bright, clutching my hand like a promise. “I’ll make it big. I swear I will.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow at him, trying not to smile at his enthusiasm. “And where do I fit in all of this?”
His smile got brighter if that was even possible, “You’ll be my personal assistant of course!”
My heart fell into my stomach and my mouth dropped into a frown. “You’re not funny.” I muttered, standing up from the table, pulling my hand away from his and grabbing my bag.
He said nothing as I stood up, but as I was about to storm past his chair, he caught my wrist, stopping me. “Silly jagi. You know I was only kidding!”
I looked down at him, pouting. “It still isn’t funny.” I whined trying to pull away, but his grip was firm. “Don’t I have a place in that big future of yours?”
He stared up at me, his eyes turning into crescents, a small but warm smile making its way onto his lips. “Of course you do. You always have a place and you always will.”
“Where would that be then?”
I wanted to know. I wanted assurance. I wanted to be beside him in his big future. Our big futures.
“My heart. If you’ll accept it?”
The butterflies in my stomach started to fly around in whirls, and I felt as if my breath had been taken away just from those words. I took a deep breath, slowly wriggling my wrist so he was holding my hand instead.
I smiled at him, leaning down to brush back his hair and pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead.
“Silly Chanyeol. Of course I do.”
A/N 2: I kinda wanna make a story out of this… Like they meet again in the future or smth… I ACTUALLY HAVE A BIT OF IT MADE TELL ME IF YOU WANT LIKE A STORY OUT OF THIS LEL
MCL note: I think I might start doing a “Don’t Imagine” segment instead of the usual “Imagine.” Submissions will be reviewed and welcomed!!!
Don’t imagine Baekhyun finger fucking you in to a slow and sensual orgasm. Don’t imagine him eating you out, tongue flicking repeatedly on your clit and he grinds his fingers into your g-spot over and over again. Don’t imagine yourself coming all over his fingers, muscles spasming as he keeps on working his fingers into you. Don’t imagine him pulling out and licking his fingers, looking into your eyes. Just don’t.
Told through a series of messages, chats, and tweets. Watch as the story of two people who never thought much of each other bloom into a little something more.
A story of how the second impression could be just as important as the first.
A/N: I hope you like it! Do you think the story is going too fast? Or is it okay? Please message me your opinions! I don’t bite much
Told through a series of messages, chats, and tweets. Watch as the story of two people who never thought much of each other bloom into a little something more.
A story of how the second impression could be just as important as the first.
A/N: I hope you like it! Do you think the story is going too fast? Or is it okay? Please message me your opinions! I don’t bite much
Told through a series of messages, chats, and tweets. Watch as the story of two people who never thought much of each other bloom into a little something more.
A story of how the second impression could be just as important as the first.
A/N Luhan and Yixing have now made their appearance! What will Yixing’s appearance do to this story? What is Yixing and Marie’s story? How will Sehun make it up to Marie? Who will win in Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s bet? Be on the look out for the next chapter of “A Little Something”! - MCL
Told through a series of messages, chats, and tweets. Watch as the story of two people who never thought much of each other bloom into a little something more.
A story of how the second impression could be just as important as the first.
About the portrayal of Sehun as a fuckboy… I apologize if it offends anyone but please remember this is all an AU so.. PLEASE ENJOY! - MCL
A/N: This is my apology for being gone so long. Life has been hectic to say the least… But this was inspired by Sehun’s look in the Monster MV teaser.
I was just about to go to bed when the knock on my front door sounded.
It was a little past midnight, so my brows furrowed, wondering who it could be at this ungodly hour. I walked towards the door, tying my robe close.
“Who is it?” I called out nervously, cautious.
“Y/N… Y/N it’s me…”
I quickly pulled the door open, gasping loudly as I came face to face with a bruised, bloody, and beaten up Sehun.
I brought a hand over my mouth in shock as I gazed upon his broken figure as he leaned against the doorway.
One of his eyes were closed, signs of a black eye beginning to form, his good eye peeking at me from behind his dishevelled hair. He had an arm wrapped around his ribs and I could see his uneven breaths. His face was littered with different cuts and his hands were all bloody and red. But still, as he saw me, the pained grimace on his split lip turned into a half smile.
“Hey.” He greeted breathlessly.
“Hey?” I repeated slowly. “Hey?! Oh Sehun what the hell happened?!” I demanded almost going into hysterics as worry and anger clouded over me.
“I ran into a bit of trouble. It’s fine now though. I won.” He explained offhandedly. He tried to stand up straight only to wince and groan as he clutched at his ribs again. “C-can I maybe come in now?”
I pursed my lips, having half a mind to turn him away, but as history showed, I never could.
As if I had a choice.
“Might as well,” I muttered, moving aside to ley him pass through. “Before I have to explain to the neighbours why a dead man is in front of the apartment.”
I heard Sehun snort at my words. I rolled my eyes as I shut the door behind him, locking it just in case before leading him towards the kitchen.
“Sit down and rest, I’ll get the kit.” I murmured, helping him onto the dining table chair.
I turned away only to have him grab my wrist and stop me. “Y/N I-”
“No Sehun. Just keep quiet.” I spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t even try to talk to me right now while I’m so angry because I might just blow up. And trust me it won’t be pretty.”
He lowered his head, feeling a bit ashamed of himself. He let go of my wrist and I walked towards the bathroom, feeling his eyes burning a hole into my back all the way.
I returned after a while with a first aid kit and a damp towel.
“Let’s get your shirt off.” I sighed, tugging at the neckline of his black shirt.“ I saw him raise an elegant brow, a smirk forming on his lips. “Not like that you perv! I meant so I can check on your ribs!”
He gave a small chuckle slowly raising his arms as I lifted the shirt off of him.
I felt my breath hitch at the sight of a rather large bruise beginning to form on his side. I rushed to the refrigerator, grabbing an icepack before wrapping it in a kitchen towel.
I went back to him, slowly pressing the icepack against his ribs. Sehun let out a hiss of pain, flinching away from me.
“Sehun it’s fine.” I rolled my eyes. “You big baby, if you can take a beating then you can take on an ice pack. Now hold it in place please.”
I chose to ignore the pout that appeared on his lips as I picked up the damp cloth. That wouldn’t get him out of trouble. Not this time.
I put a hand under his chin, tilting his face upwards to face me. His good eye watched me as I began to gently wipe away the dirt and grime so I could see his wounds better and so they wouldn’t get infected.
Doing this had become almost mechanical for me- a routine.
And that scared me.
This wasn’t supposed to be a normal occurrence. Not for me. But ever since I met Oh Sehun, ever since he wormed his way into my life, it seems that this was our thing. Him getting into gang fights and then going to me to get patched up.
I still remember the first time he had appeared at my door looking like the dead. I had almost screamed the building down. I’ve lost count now on how many times this has happened. How many times he’s ran to me.
I grabbed a couple of disinfectant wipes, dabbing away at the cut on his cheek.
“O-ow! Y/N Ow! That hurts!” He yelped, trying to turn his face away from me. “Stop!”
“Sehun hold still!” I scolded, trying to grip his chin so he wouldn’t move. My patience was beginning to wear thin. “Stop moving!”
“It hurts! No!” he whined, batting my hands away.
“I said stop moving!”
He froze, eye wide as he stared up at me with a gaping mouth. I ran a shaking hand through my hair, pushing it away from my face.
“Just stop.” I spoke weakly, closing my eyes. “I’m so tired Sehun. I’m so so tired. So please… Just stop.”
“Jagi…”
I took a deep breath, leaning against the kitchen table to steady myself, begging the tears to go away. But even as I closed my eyes, images of Sehun beaten and broken flashed before me eventually leading to different scenes that made my blood run cold.
“We need to stop doing this.” I choked out, trying to stifle my sobs. “God, Sehun we have to stop. I-I can’t keep dealing with this. Not this. Not you. Not now.”
“Jagiya…” I felt his hand wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, the other hand untying the robe and letting it fall open. “Open your eyes please. For me.” He pleaded softly.
For him. Always for him.
I took a shuddering breath, opening my eyes and looking down at him.
He wasn’t looking at me, instead he was looking straight at my stomach, his eyes, sad.
His hands gently traced my abdomen before he wrapped his arms around my hips, resting his head against my stomach. It was then I noticed that he was trembling, trembling like a leaf. Then it hit me.
He was scared too.
And in that moment he seemed so small, like a child
“I’m sorry.” He murmured, squeezing me a bit. “I swear I am. Please forgive me. Please don’t hate me. Please don’t leave me. Not you.”
My heart ached at his words. This man who would always hold up such a strong and cold front, let himself be weak and vulnerable in front of me.
“Never.” I whispered. “I could never hate you. Why do you think I still put up with your troublesome ass, hm?”
He laughed a bit, pressing a kiss against my clothed stomach. “This wasn’t what you planned huh?” He looked up at me again. “Not that perfect future you told me all about when we got together.”
“No it’s not.” I agreed, not wanting to lie to him. I bit my lip as sadness shone in his eyes. “But I guess that’s what happens when you elope with a gang boss.” I smiled slightly, running a hand through his messy hair.
“You should have listened to your parents and married your old neighbour, the banker.” Sehun muttered, his hands rubbing my back. “Then you’d have a normal life.”
I shook my head glaring down at him a bit. “But he’s not the one I love.”
He smiled up at me softly and I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, being mindful of the cut there. “I’m sorry for coming back home like this.” He said against my lips.
I pulled away, rolling my eyes a bit. “Better here than at the hospital. If they found out what you did then you would’ve gone to jail. Leaving us,” I patted my stomach gently. “All alone.”
Sehun grinned, tracing a hand over my stomach again. “And how is our baby today?” He asked softly, his eyes finally lighting up.
“He or she is fine.” I shrugged. “We missed you though.”
“I missed you too.” He sighed, leaning forward to rest on my stomach again. “I wish I wasn’t away so much. I wanted to take care of you. Both of you.”
“It’s okay.” I sighed, rubbing his bare back gently. “It’s okay if you’re away. Just… just come back to us. But please,” he looked up at me curiously. “Don’t come back to us dead.”
He eyed me for a second before nodding, giving me a reassuring smile. “I swear.”
Slowly so as not to antagonize his bruise, he stood up, an arm still wrapped around my waist. “I think.” He announced, “My babies need to sleep now. Staying up late isn’t good for you.”
“But I haven’t finished patching you up!” I protested as he began leading me towards our room.
“I can do that. But now you have to sleep!” He grinned at me and I could only huff as I settled myself in bed.
“Goodnight baby.” He bent down and whispered to my abdomen, kissing it gently before pulling up to face me. “And goodnight my baby.” He kissed me softly, sipping at my lips teasingly before pulling away leaving me with flushed cheeks, leaving me wanting.
“You’re such an asshole.” I grumbled, pulling the covers over me.
“But you married me anyway so what does that say about you?”
Sehun ran and closed the bedroom door, causing the pillow to hit that instead of him. I can still hear his laugh echoing through the hall as he went and patched himself up.
I sighed, turning on my side as I closed my eyes. And as the tendrils of sleep began to creep up on me, I whispered a quick prayer to any higher being that would listen, be it a god or the universe.
Told through a series of messages, chats, and tweets. Watch as the story of two people who never thought much of each other bloom into a little something more.
A story of how the second impression could be just as important as the first.
About the portrayal of Sehun as a fuckboy… I apologize if it offends anyone but please remember this is all an AU so.. PLEASE ENJOY! - MCL
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