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58. EXO Sehun - Death Himself

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Genre: Angst & Fluff | Death!Sehun

Pairing: sehunXreader

Word Count: 7.2k (oops)

Summary: You seek out Death himself to end your suffering after you had lost everyone you had ever loved. Death won't take you though because he's keeping a secret - not only had you been in a passionate relationship with him in his last life but he was the reason you had lost everyone around you. You have no intentions to stick around but Death's kiss makes everything foggy.

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You stare at the dark-haired man as he taps his fingers against the metal arm of the chair he is sitting in. "I'm not used to getting visitors," he says drawing out each word.

Gesturing down to your body, you sigh "Well, here I am."

He raises a thick eyebrow and nods, "Yes, here you are. You're quite early to be seeing me though. You still have time to live whatever lives you humans do these days," his words flow from his mouth as he stays nearly expressionless but it just makes you that much angrier.

"Why?"

The man looks at his surroundings. Tall bookcases that encompass what you assume are plain white walls. The room is large but filled with nothing more than bookcases, books and a couple of chairs. "Ah, that my dear, I don't have the answers to."

Tears were pooled in your eyes as you stare at him. "Why would you take everyone around me and leave only me remaining?"

His dark eyes roll, annoying you and frustrating you further. "Why do you assume I have the answer to that?"

"You're Death, aren't you?" You can't help but be confused. Not only does he look young but he is strikingly handsome – a thought which you shake away.

With a flick of a wrist, a scythe forms in his awaiting hand. It isn't real but you only know this because it is nearly entirely transparent. You aren't fearful of the scythe the way he may have intended you to be. "Actually, sweetheart, the name is Oh Sehun." But even with his steady words, his eyes are probing you with some strange intent.

"I don't need your name - I just want to know why everyone I've come to love somehow dies."

"Do you think they explain exactly why every time something happens? I get simple facts. Time of death, place of death, the reason of death. That doesn't include an extensive summary on what was warranting their death," he flicks his wrist making the scythe disappear, "that is not in the job description."

You scoff and snap your eyes to the some of the bookcases, trying to identify their titles but they seem to be in languages you couldn't read. "What is in the job description?"

Hearing his tongue click, you raise your brows in anger and you look back to him as he is standing from the elegant chair he was sitting in. He's tall and dressed in all black from his pants to his turtle neck sweater. The only thing that isn't black is the gold watch that is displayed on his wrist that shows from where the sweater doesn't quite cover. "I know it's hard to believe but I do one thing, and that is lead people after their death, sweetheart. Period."

With a shrug, you step forward and look into his dark eyes, "Then take me."

He is startled, but he only lets you see it for a second before his stoic expression returns. He lifts a long finger and points it at you, "Not how it works."

Before you could say anything else, the heavy oak doors that had led you into the room, open revealing another tall figure dressed in all black with a deathly expression like Sehun's. He sees you and stops, looking from you to Sehun a few times. "Shit - What the fuck?" he strides over to you and stops just in front of you, looming over you in a way that you suppose could be intimidating – but you weren't intimidated, just sad.