Gone with the Wind (An Oh Sehun Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

7 Years later

The rain was pouring hard and I forgot my umbrella.

From all the days, I cursed and I grabbed my coat and ran headfirst into the cold downpour, my feet slapping against the wet pavement.

A subway and a bus ride later, I arrived at my apartment, my body almost giving up the moment my feet stepped into the lobby. I greeted Jerry, the security guard of the building, and handed him a bagel from my bag which I bought from the cafe near my office.

"Thanks, Y/N." The elderly man said and I smiled.

"No problem." Before I could go up the elevator, he called me back.

"You have a visitor, by the way. Told him to stay but he seems adamant to wait for you on your floor."

"What?" I asked incredulously. "What if he was a killer or something?!"

"Relax." He assured. "I searched him and the boy looked harmless."

"Boy.." I said before nodding at him and walking towards the elevators. As I reached my floor, the hallway was dimly lit by a yellow lamp, the lighting from the storm casting eerie shadows across the floors.

My heart thumped in my chest as I walked down the hall, feeling my footsteps weigh as heavy as dumbbells. My feet were killing me and I need to sit down though my exhaustion was suddenly forgotten the moment I turned the corner of the hallway which led to my apartment door.

Hunched over on the floor by my door was a man in a black hoodie, his blue jeans looking darker than it should; perhaps dampened by the rain and his shoes–

I gulped, recognizing the familiar sneakers, and took a step back. My heels clicked louder than it should, causing the man to look up and my eyes widened as it locked with the gaze of the one man whom I never thought I would ever see again though secretly hoped I would.

"Y/N." Sehun gasped as he stood up. He looked exactly as I've last seen him; his hair was slightly wet, his face was still an image of sharp angles and strong expressions; a sharp contrast to the warmth his brown eyes–his gaze sent through me.

I took a step back as he approached and I saw the hurt flash across his features. "You–"

"Y/N–"

"Don't!" I said sternly, holding my hand up. "Don't come any closer."

"Y/N, it's me." Sehun said almost pleading.

"I know exactly who you are." I spat. "And I want you to leave."

I walked passed him but he grabbed my arm and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me from behind.

"I'm sorry." He gasped against my shoulder. "Please, Y/N–"

"You left me." I croaked, feeling tears threatening to come. "You kissed me and then you left–"

"I know. I–"

"That wasn't the first time, Sehun." I chuckled menacingly as I shook away from his grip. I looked at him and glared despite seeing the brokenness in his expression. "You have an odd tendency of appearing and disappearing."

Sehun closed his mouth and pursed his lips, unable to explain.

"You can't just come, make me happy, make me love you," I emphasized. "Then just leave without a goodbye–"

"I'm sorry–"

I cursed and yelled, "I don't care about your sorry's! I want to know why you just leave and keep coming back–"