Opposites attract, they said. [SeKai]

Luhan's Arc - Part One

I'm jealous.

The bitter thought rang painfully true in my head as I scrolled through the pictures in Sehun's chat. He'd send me pictures of him and Jongin together every now and again, and it made my heart clench painfully every time I saw them.

If only I had kissed him that day. If only I had told him how much I liked him back, how much I wanted to be with him.

I was filled with regrets. I couldn't get over him, no matter what I did.

Even in this foreign land that I was now supposed to call home, surrounded by all these foreign people that looked a lot like me, I felt so devestatingly alone. All I could think about was one Oh Sehun. His long limbs and his tall, lithe figure. His hair that looked just as pretty bleached as it did brown. His skin that was so fair it walked the fine line between disconcertingly pale and strikingly beautiful. His curled lashes, high cheekbones, and thin, pink lips.

I hated the fact that I was in love with Kim Jongin's boyfriend.

As much as my feelings grew for Sehun, resentment began to grow for Jongin. Yes, I was happy for them when I first heard they got together. And then I cried all night. I was glad Sehun had someone by his side. And then I was upset it wasn't me. I was proud of Jongin for finally becoming a better person. And then I was angry it came at my expense.

Through all of those conflicting feelings, I pretended to be fine with it. I maintained the role of the nice, supportive friend that lived miles away and never had a chance anyway.

I thought it would get better as the months dragged on, but it didn't. I was all smiles and happiness when Sehun called, but in my daily life, I was a lonely, depressed loser. I didn't talk to people. I didn't let anyone close. And I certainly didn't make any new friends.

"Are you gonna dress like that every single day?" My mother tutted disapprovingly as she eyed my outfit. I personally saw nothing wrong with the way I was dressed, in my black sweats, black hoodie and equally black snapback covering half of my face. Black was good. Black made it easier to disappear.

"I'll see you later, mom."

"Have some breakfast before you-"

"I'm late," I promptly walked out the door before she could lecture me about it any further. Sighing, I made my way to school.

Let's get this day over with, too.

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I listlessly sat at the very back of history class, tuning out all the noise around me as I stared straight ahead at the back of my classmate's bread. Did he always have this haircut? Is this even the same guy that always sits here? I honestly had no idea, but the back of his head reminded me of Sehun's because the shape was similar and so was the haircut. I sat absentmindedly, thinking back to the days we'd hang out together at my apartment. He'd ask me for advice with his choreography and how to deal with his stubborn partner, while I fixed us a snack, and he'd grin at me so happily every time he took a bite.

As I was lost in thought, I briefly registered the way the guy in front of me shook his head, ever so subtly. Why's he shaking his head like that? But then I noticed it wasn't just his head, it was his whole body. And that was when my attention turned to his neck and his shoulders, which were incredibly, almost unnaturally tense. Just then, his pen rolled off the desk and fell loudly to the ground, attracting the attention of several nearby students.

In a split second, he toppled to one side, and I reached out so quickly I didn't even register it, holding him before his head could make contact with the ground.