Sehun came back thrice after that. On the third, he chose not to stay.
"What do you mean–" I whispered as I watched him pace the living room of my apartment.
"You turned him down." He said, referring to the man who has been vying for my affections since I accepted my new job. Namjoon was a great guy; smart, polite, rich, and practically every woman's dream husband.
I admit that I am attracted to him but–
"We can't have a life together, Y/N." Sehun said. "You can't keep waiting for me..."
"You always come back." I said as I reached out for his hand. Sehun looked down at our linked hands and squeezed it once.
"What if I don't, next time?" He murmured.
"Don't say that–"
"I don't want you to grow old alone just because you were waiting for someone who can never be here...whom you can never have a normal relationship with!" He blurted and his words cut through me like a knife.
"Sehun–" I said as I watched his chest heaving, his face wearing an expression of despair. "Love, look at me." I said as I cupped his cheeks which were now tear-stained.
"I don't want you to be alone." He said. "I want you to live your life the way people should. Marry and have kids. Grow old and have grandchildren. I want you–"
"I don't mind being alone." I interrupted. "As long as it's with you."
Sehun groaned and grabbed my hands, pressing it together against his cheeks. "Y/N, please." He pleaded. "Don't let me stop you–"
"You don't get to make that choice for me, Sehun." I said seriously. "You're the only one I want."
Sehun opened his eyes and looked at me. Despite being in my late thirties, he still looked the same–and even looked at me the same way.
I guess there are some things time can't change, I thought just as the room fell still, like air had ceased. Sehun gulped before kissing my palms and looking me straight in the eye.
"Forgive me, Y/N." He said and in those words I felt the depth of his love...as well as the hint of a permanent goodbye.
My heart thumped in panic but before I could ask what he meant, a deafening howl of wind sounded and the windows opened with a bang, letting in an incredibly strong rush of wind. I closed my eyes as my hair flailed around me and felt something soft against my forehead.
Then there was quietness. As I opened my eyes, I gasped, seeing that the room remained intact and untouched...
Except for the fact that the most important being in that room–in my life–has completely disappeared.
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Gone with the Wind (An Oh Sehun Fanfiction)
FanfictionMy relationship with Sehun was the epitome of the relationship status: It’s complicated.