EXO ONESHOTS [open for requests]

Work of Art- Sehun

"Aish!" You exclaimed, biting your now raw lip for what seemed to be the thousandth time today. You had to complete a huge art project and your dumb-ass partner wasn't pulling his weight.

Here you were, sat in the separate study canteen, the smell of watercolour paint infiltrating your nose and ruining your appetite for the eggrolls you had made the night before.

"Sehun," you grumbled to your partner. "You have to do your work! I knew picking partners wouldn't turn out well."

Sehun, while being a good friend of yours, was terrible at doing projects. He was great at procrastinating and manipulating. Sehun knew that you would end up doing all the work just to maintain your high GPA.

"Mmm?" He mumbled behind you.

"Come, come help me!" You shiver as the librarian enters to turn the air conditioning up.

"Okay, okay." He groaned as he got up, wordlessly handing you his sweater as your goosebumps threatened to burst through your skin. You took it and pulled it over your head, sticking your arms through his oversized sweater.

"T-Thank you," you stutter, and this time, it isn't because of your teeth chattering from the cold. Contrary to the cold air in the room, your cheeks are flustered.

You've had a minor crush on Hunnie for a while now, ever since you'd had to begin the regretful art project.

"Yoo-_____, I wanna be your partner." He said, eyes downcast. You were unable to read his feelings, but his motive was probably mostly purely to get a 100.

"Me?" You pointed to yourself.

"Uh huh. You." He poked your cheek.

You remember feeling something flutter in your stomach as your heart was beating profusely in your ears.

What was happening?

"Uh, ____?" Sehun shook your face with his large, warm hands.

"Oh- oh yeah, I-I'm just going to go to the art room to... to get more paint! That's right!"

"Hey, is something off with you today _____?" Sehun questioned?

"No, what makes you think that?" You sent him a laugh, ruffling his pinkish, quiffy hair. "I'll be right back, don't miss me too much." You gave him your best ageyo and ran into the hallway, where you suddenly needed the fresh, cold air.

No, it can't be. You can't... really like him, can you?

Sehun. With his warm, brown eyes and his ever-changing hair, his wide, addictive smile, his looming height. The way he laughs, his adam's apple bobbing up and down whenever you crack even the lamest joke, the way he makes you laugh even in your saddest times. You had been best friends since... you can remember.

Your head was light and dizzy with confusion and your stomach full of butterflies. You entered the art room and grabbed various colours from the cabinets. All you could think about, however, was Sehun holding your face. Unconsciously, you brought your hand to your face... streaking red paint on your right cheek. The leftover paint on your hand had made its way to your cheek.

"Aish," you muttered again. "Can't be bothered." You ran back to the canteen. Just thirty minutes before the next class would begin.

20 minutes later

"Ah! Finally!" You wiped the sweat off your brow, Sehun's sweater rolled up and stained with paint. "Uh- I'm sorry," you apologise, bowing respectfully.

"It's okay."

"Thank you for your help Sehunnie!" You smile, exhausted.

"Mmm."

"Heyy, Seeeeeehunnnn, what's wrong?" You tapped his nose. "Why are you so grumpy?"

"You don't see," he whispered.

"Hm?" You asked, bending down to into your backpack. You sat back up and his face was centimeters from yours.

"S-Sehun..."

"You have paint on your cheek." He caressed your face, running his thumb down it as he wiped off the drying paint.

"What's happening?"

"_____, there's a reason I sit behind you in class. Theres a reason I like to watch from afar when you work on your project, a reason I even chose to be your partner. I can't take it anymore. I like you, _____." He pressed his lips to yours softly as you melted into his light embrace. You pulled away, just to kiss him again once more.

"I've always wanted to do that," you gasped.

"I take that as you like me too?"

You could only nod as a response, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips.
"Be my girlfriend, _____?"

"Yes, yes of course!"

"I love to hear that. Saranghae jagi." He whispered into your ear.

"Saranghae my Sehun." You smiled just saying the words.

"Oh, and the reason I like to sit near you?" He pushed against you, emitting a soft moan.

"Yes?"

"I like to sit behind you because I love to admire a beautiful work of art." He whispered, pressing his lips to yours once more.