표시 (Marked) [Sehun FF]

표시 (Marked): One.

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Autumn's P.O.V

"How's it going?" Chanyeol asked, doing the bro fist thing and all that with Chen and Lay.

"Everything's good in the neighbourhood." Kai chirped, appearing out of no where.

And there's me, sitting comfortably on this red couch. "Autumn, aren't you happy?" Luhan asked.

"Of course I am. Hi Yeol, welcome back." I smiled.

"That sounded so forced, but it works anyways. I missed you, Autumn!" Chanyeol said, ruining my hair. God damnit.

"Yeah, the hair doesn't miss you!" I said, fixing it.

"Why are you quiet and snappy today?" Chanyeol asked.

"I'm naturally like this," I rolled my eyes.

Chanyeol just got back from his mini three day vacation with Baekhyun at this whatever Island.

What's bothering me? That damn guy named Oh Sehun from last week.

I have this circle of friends, which includes, me, Kai, Chanyeol and Baekhyun, Lay and Chen. Yes, only girl. I just started hanging out with them four months ago, I guess?

Should I add Sehun in it? No? Okay.

Baekhyun's my brother, and I'm not that comfortable around girls. Because they're too complicated. No, I'm not a lesbo, I'm a girl. I just don't hang around my kind too much. And they make too much issue about my brother being gay, like that's something to gush about. I can't see anything wrong about it.

"I thought you left because you don't like me." I shouted through the wind.

Sehun looked at me, placing his margarita down "Nah, I'm just not a party guy."

"Well, neither am I."

"Come here, so you can enjoy the view." He said, shoving his hands down his pockets.

"Ah no, sorry. No can do. I'm acrophobic." I informed him. What is he doing on a roof top anyway?

"I'm not gonna push you, unless you want me to." He said.

"My mind is on the right track so there's no pushing tonight." I smiled at him, though we're like fifteen feet away.

"Come on, the city lights are so nice." He said as he walk closer to me.

"No, really. I'm really acrophobic. I even have to take sleeping pills whenever I travel."

"I'm not gonna let go of your hand. Come on." He said, stucking his hand out.

I debated, looking at his hand. "Really, I can't."

"Well my offer's not gonna change so, come on." He insisted.

"When you're old and you're wheel chaired, you're gonna regret this." He said.

I looked at him for a few seconds before deciding to accept his hand. Worst can come to worst.

I didn't hold his hand, really. I clutched my hand tightly on his arms. Who cares if his chest-tight polo's sleeve gets wrinkled?

"Isn't that a little too tight, A?" He asked, chuckling.

"The wind is too strong, how high it is out here?" I asked with my eyes closed.

"Twentieth floor." He said nonchalantly.