I am NOT your fan | EXO CHEN

9. New friend

Song: Fake Love - BTS

'I wished love was perfect as love itself, I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden. I grew a flower that can't be bloomed in a dream that can't come true.'

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How nice, whoever it is. The person before me was none other than Sehun.

"Oh, are you done with your practice?" I asked. He was squatting in front of me with an amused look on his face. Why? Probably because of how haggard I looked right now.

"You can say so, yeah," he replied. "And I got this for you, drink up." He pushed the chocolate drink closer to me. 

I brought my eyes to the can drink and broke into a smile. "Thank you, but you really don't have to do that. You don't have to bother about me."

From his squatting position, Sehun plopped down on the floor and pulled his crossed legs towards himself. "What's up? You look really stressed."

"Is it that obvious?" I fidgeted in my seat and took the drink in my hands, avoiding his eyes. The chocolate drink was still warm, how nice. I pushed against the can ring with my thumb to open it but instead felt a sharp poke into my skin. "Ouch!" I gasped when the slight pain took me by surprise and pulled my thumb close to the eye to check on it. Turned out that I cut myself and it was oozing a bit of blood.

"Why? What happen?" Sehun shifted next to me and took my hand in to see the cut for himself.

I'm telling you, my heart almost skipped a beat.

It didn't hurt that much anyway, but he seemed more concerned over my thumb than I was.

"It's just a little cut, no biggie!" I quickly retreated my hand from him and sucked on it to stop the bleeding. He fetched his wallet from his jeans pocket and conveniently fished out a plaster. "Come here, let me wrap it up for you."

"Ö-Oh, thanks... Sehun-ssi," my cheeks began to burn. I think he's making me blush...

"It would be nice to hear you call me 'oppa' instead," he casually commented while wrapping the plaster around my thumb.

My eyes widened at his sudden remark and my cheeks grew even hotter. A cough quickly escaped my throat as I tried to cover up my blush, before my redness might get out of hand. After he neatly plastered my thumb, he settled comfortably beside me. I tried my best to ignore his eyes on me and went ahead to take a sip of my chocolate drink.

"So what's the challenge here?" He started. "You seem to be having a hard time."

Is it okay to tell him?

I glanced at him without answering his question, and I think he could sense that I was reluctant to share my problem with him.

"Hey, I offered you a chocolate drink," he added like it was a big deal.

I held up the drink in my hand and chuckled, "is this what the drink is about?"

"Come on, I know you need a listening ear. You can count on me," he smiled genuinely.

He wasn't even trying hard to convince me but I easily surrendered and let out a heavy sigh. "I have an assignment to do and it's to compose a song for Jongdae. But nothing seems to be working out and I don't know how to fix my problem. And it's all because of him," I muttered bitterly.

"Jongdae? As in our hyung, Jongdae?" Sehun asked and I nodded.

"And why isn't it working out?"