Gone with the Wind (An Oh Sehun Fanfiction)

Chapter One

He was always there but never here; always late yet one step ahead. Somehow with me though, not really.

My relationship with Sehun was the epitome of the relationship status:

It's complicated.

Sehun was like the wind, unstable, erratic, changing from one course to another; always leaving... always disappearing.

It all started when I was six years old, playing by the swings of the town's park but not really riding it, just looking because I was afraid of falling and getting hurt; the seesaw's being the reason for my ridiculous trauma.

I watched the swing which was as still as the wind that summer afternoon. Biting my lip, simply itching to play-

"You know, it's more fun to ride it than just stand there and stare at it."

I snapped up at the sound of the voice, my eyes searching till it landed on a boy leaning by the tree, looking amused and curious at the same time. He was tall, with dark hair and a steady gaze. He was wearing a gray shirt over faded jeans; paired with sneakers that looked run down and worn out. He approached me and I wondered how old he was. Probably as old as my older teenage brother.

He crouched in front of me, his hands on his knees as he said, "You're supposed to ride it, little girl. Not stare at it."

"I am not little." I snapped, hating how I was always being called that. I was the youngest out of five, the smallest and was considered as the most naive. Despite that, I considered myself to be strong-willed and brave, just like my mom. My mother who raised us all by herself.

The boy smiled and stood straight, "Okay. What should I call you?"

I told him my name and he nodded, a small smile protruding from his lips. "Okay, Y/N. Do you want me to help you ride the swings?"

My gaze switched from him to the swings then back towards him again. "I-I can't."

"Why not?" He frowned.

"Because, it's dangerous!" I explained, my voice raising. "I could fall!"

"Not if someone will catch you." He said a matter of fact before maneuvering to the swings and holding his hand out towards me. "Come on, I swear it's more fun than just standing there."

I looked at him and wondered why he would offer to catch me when I hardly knew him. But my desire to play was too overwhelming that I couldn't help but take his hand and let him settle myself onto the swing's seat.

I gripped the swing's chains for dear life and closed my eyes. A low chuckle sounded behind me, followed by words I knew I would remember forever...

"I won't let you fall." He said, his voice assuring and somehow I believed him.

I nodded and smiled, my head craning to look up at him. "What's your name, mister?"

He smiled down at me and began to push me gently. My stomach somersaulted in excitement, my toes curling and my feet swung slightly.

He was right. It was more fun.

"You can call me Sehun." He said and I knew that name I would always remember.