[ Perspective. • POV's. ]

[ ♡OO2. Oh Sehun.♡ ]

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♡➹ ❝ Oh Sehun. ❞ ➷♡

POV: It's been a while since you last saw each other. You've been best friends with Sehun for as long as you can remember. You both went to the same school; were in the same class. If he had the leisure to, there's wasn't a single time he hadn't chosen you when the teacher asked you to work in pairs.

Then, why was choosing you as his partner in life so difficult for him? It was blatantly obvious that you fancied each other. The whole world could see just how much you yearned him and vice versa. Well, perhaps not the whole world. But the tiny one that comprised of acquaintances you shared definitely did. Baekhyun would nudge him and raise his eyebrows at you everytime you were in the same room as him. Suho always embarrassed him in front of you like the mom that he is, only for Sehun to go "aaaAAAaAaAaAaH hyung!!~ she doesn't need to know that!!" Chanyeol always took bold steps in trying to make Sehun jealous hoping THAT would get him to confess. Nothing had worked so far.

Here you were, at an Exo fansign, this being the only way to get his attention these days. Ever since he'd started preparing for the comeback, he'd barely had the time to spare for you. Kyungsoo is the first one to notice you, smiling warmly though saying nothing to make sure your identity remains veiled. Kai follows, waving at you in acknowledgement, though smoothly playing it off as if he were waving at fans.

The only one who's completely oblivious to the situation is probably Lay, who's been missing out on a lot due to his solo promotions in China. It appears, however, that the others have filled him in. One gentle prod in the chest and nod in your direction from Xiumin and the man flashes his dimpled grin at you. Great. Apparently, Sehun is the only man oblivious of his crush. He hasn't even noticed or acknowledged your presence in the crowd yet, irking you out to no limit.

"We'll be starting soon~" he coos into the microphone, earning an excited yes from the crowd.

It's not until half the crowd has already passed in front of him that he finally sees you. You've watched as every fan interacts with him, holding his hand, making him laugh that adorable laugh and you can't help feel a pang of guilt and remorse. You're not feeling those emotions because you're jealous of the fans; instead, the fact that you considered yourself to be someone special in his eyes. You thought you're more than just a fan to him. Like, maybe you shared something special. Perhaps not. Because even after he noticed you, he didn't bother so much as maintaining that eye contact for longer than a couple milliseconds.

You turn away, embarrassed, failing to notice the way he bites his lips, scrunches his nose and blushes at having seen you. The only reason his gaze falters, unbestknown to you, was because of the longing he had to make you his. A longing he didn't know how to express. While you dwell in your self afflicted misery, the fan that was in front of him moves to the next member, leaving an empty spot in front of him. This gives him the leisure to interact with the bigger crowd.

"Sehun oppa!" A fan exclaims, making him bring the mic to his lips as he answers with a sultry "yes?"

"Sehun oppa, tell us about your ideal type so we can find you a girl!" The fan replies, making your eyes widen.

It's not everyday you hear somebody say things like that. Curious of his reaction, you raise your gaze, surprised to find that he is already staring at you.

"My ideal type?" He repeats, his warm caramel eyes reflecting the blush that now tinges his honey cheeks.

"Yes!" The fans exclaim, an appreciative 'awh' coming from their mouths at the way he blushes.

"Eri-ah," he addresses, touching his nape with a smile, utterly enchanted as he leans forward to glance at the crowd once before turning his attention back to you. "There's someone I fancy. And I'm asking her on a date today. What do you think her response will be?"

You look around, bewildered at the sudden confession, your cheeks turning a splash of crimson.

"Me?" You mouth at him, earning a slight nod from him, as he then turns away quickly so as to keep the crowd from attacking you.

"I hope she likes me too, because I sure do fancy her." He sighs dreamily, placing the mic down to a chaos of cheers as the next fan comes in front of him, momentarily blocking your view of him.

Nibbling on your lower lip nervously, you fiddle with your fingers almost as if just to avoid looking at him. The surprise of the words that left his mouth not moments ago still hasn't weaned by the time you're in front of him, the way he leans down to try and catch your gaze not helping you one bit.

"T-tomorrow?" You finally stutter out at him, glancing up shyly to find him beaming happily at you.

"Tomorrow." He promises, his beautiful caramel orbs shining with affection as he finishes signing your album.

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