Opposites attract, they said. [SeKai]

Twenty One

When Jongin and Sehun showed up at the former's home, drenched from head to toe and smiling sheepishly, Mrs. Kim couldn't help but shake her head in amusement. She quickly ushered them along to shower and change into clean, dry clothes before they both caught a cold. After that, Jongin rounded up all the junk food in the house, announcing that they were going to have a movie night in his room. She wasn't going to lie, the two were adorable together, so much that the fact that they were both boys was almost irrelevant. It was ridiculous how well they matched.

And yet, as she sat alone in the living room, mindlessly staring at the television screen, she couldn't help but think. She couldn't deny the happy glint she saw in her son's eyes these past few weeks. It seemed as if he finally found someone he truly cared for, and she admired that. But there was still one obvious fact that stood in the way- they were both guys. She knew that her son was well aware of the risks that came with this relationship. And as happy was he was, she knew deep down that it wouldn't last. Right now it was easy, no one knew about it. But nothing was going to stay hidden forever. Soon, they were bound to face the world's harsh judgment. Then, there were also Sehun's parents. Knowing their type, they would never, ever approve of such a relationship. There were no two words about it. The obstacles in their way were far too large to ignore. This was real life, not a movie where they could go against the world or run away together or something like that.

This relationship was not going to last. Realism demanded it.

But even if it was for a short while, she wanted them to be happy together while it lasted. To cherish every moment. To emerge from this road with beautiful memories and no regrets.

Only one question remains in her mind.

How long?

* * *

Sehun ended up falling asleep in the middle of the movie, mouth hanging open in the most graceful way possible. At least Jongin thought so, because the younger always looked graceful no matter what he did. He smiled and brought Sehun's head to rest on his shoulder. The latter hummed softly in his sleep as he cozily dug himself into the elder's neck. Jongin's mind drifted back to the moment they kissed in the rain and he unconsciously bit his lip. It was all so good. So fucking good. Almost too good. The way Sehun's soft lips felt against his own was almost breathtaking. The feeling was indescribable, and it made him want to try it over and over again until he found the right words.

Jongin was falling.

He let his fingers softly trail across his cheekbones and his defined jawline, his touch as light as a feather. Noticing how it made Sehun stir slightly, he retracted his hand.

His eyes shifted to the dance trophy that still stood proud on his shelf, a reminder of their success that night.

He hoped that even if, Heaven forbid, they didn't work out, that they'd still be friends, and that they'd still dance together.

* * *

"But I don't wanna!" Jongin whined, a huge pout on his face. Minseok rolled his eyes at the younger.

"Our project is due today, genius. And you've been bailing out since day one. You're not escaping this time."

Jongin sent Sehun an almost longing look, "But-"

"Not buts. You're coming with me." Before he knew it, the shorter was pulling him out of the cafeteria by the ear, the latter whimpering out a string of 'ow's as their friends watched in amusement. Sehun chuckled at the scene. Jongin really was a baby sometimes.

"Now that he's finally gone, we can discuss," Barkhyun suddenly said, grabbing everyone's attention at the table. The guy actually looked serious for the very first time, "Jongin's birthday is in a week. What are we going to do?"