Obsession (SeChen)

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If you were curious about Sehun's bookmarked page, it's in the media.

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Baekhyun taps gently on his notepad, letting out an infuriated sigh over Sehun's previous answers. He adjusts his glasses up nose.

  "Sehun, we've been over this for the past few years," he sighs, more exasperated than anything. "How many more times do we have to do this?"

  Sehun blinks up confusedly, "Do what?"

  "This. This whole, question and answer thing that you insist on doing until you answer without thinking of Jongdae at least once."

  "We do it until I don't think of Jongdae while answering anymore of course."

  Baekhyun slams his pen and notepad down on the table before screaming frustratedly. "Sehun, this—this isn't going to work!"

  Sehun looks at him, a serious gaze in his eyes. "Then we'll try over and over again. It'll work. It has to."

Sehun comes back to his house, leaning against the door and crying as the whole place was left with bits and traces of Jongdae.

  The boy's stuffies were still in his special little room, left untouched, the way Jongdae left them; although Sehun them regularly to prevent them from getting too dusty. Although the male breaks down afterwards, overwhelmed with memories of Jongdae, Jongdae, Jongdae.

  Jongdae's favourite book was the only thing that wasn't kept the way it was. It was bookmarked, by Sehun. That page made him cry, over and over, again and again.

  The TV was thrown out.

  It was where Sehun watched the news of Jongdae—his Jongdae—'s marriage to Kim Junmyeon, after all.

  Sehun rushes out of his house immediately, even his own home is too much. It's one of the few moments where Sehun just absolutely regrets not going after Jongdae the day he ran off, only to never be seen again by him (courtesy of Kim fucking Joonmyun.)

  How had Jongdae ended up recalling when Baekhyun had already told him it would be permanent? Sehun did angrily confront Baekhyun the day after and Baekhyun had merely shrugged, much to Sehun's irritance.

  "It was a hypothesis. And I never needed anyone to be permanently under my control."

  (Baekhyun is lucky that he's more than just a mere therapist to Sehun.)

Sehun runs into Jongdae in a jazz club, and Jongdae is absolutely drunk over the counter, having downed more than just a few shots of alcohol. He doesn't seem to remember Sehun, seeing how he greets him so brightly, and so drunkenly. Sehun's heart almost skips a beat. Or two.

  "Hello...Hyung!" Jongdae drawls, intoxicated. Sehun's voice is stuck in his throat.

  "J-Jongdae—what're you—!" Sehun is cut off by Jongdae's lips as the boy kisses him shamelessly, not caring if anyone was watching before he pulls away, sobbing drunkenly into the taller's chest.

  "Can you—hic!—b-believe it, Sehunnie? I-I mean, Hyung? Y-You'd—uh—p-punish me if I didn't c-call you thattt! M-Myeon cheated on me~! W-With some s-stupid K-Kyunghan g-guy or so–something!" Jongdae slurs, inebriatedly as more tears run down his cheeks, clutching onto Sehun desperately.

  "Hyung! Y-You said—you said you w-wouldn't l-leave D-Dae! B-But you did! Dae r-really loved y-you back then, you know?!"

  Sehun's eyes widen as Jongdae's hold around him only tightens; He feels Jongdae's hot breath fanning over his neck, and bits and drops of warm tears over his skin. He couldn't believe just how smooth his plan had went, just how well Kyungsoo had done it for him. He smirks a little victoriously. So Jongdae had remembered who he was after all.