“I hate you,” Sehun proclaims, arranging Luhan's now messy bangs caused by the strong wind, “I really do.”
Luhan just hums. He's so used to this. He's already immune.
“You need to eat more,” Sehun suddenly examines his boyfriend's body, “You're getting thin.”
“Treat me, then.” Luhan beams.
Sehun hits Luhan's arm, “In your dreams!”
Luhan acts as if he's hurt, “Why are you my boyfriend again?”
“Because I'm hot.”
Luhan just giggles.
Weird. Totally weird. They are weird. Their relationship is weird. Everything is weird.
But for Sehun and Luhan, it's just normal. The typical them.
Everyone wonders how Luhan can take Sehun's attitude. Like, hello? Sehun is the bitchest human on earth. No, it is true. He really is the bitchest of all. Believe it or not.
People try to greet him every morning but Sehun will just walk straight, not even giving a single glance on people, continuing his journey, leaving everyone in daze.
His friends try to copy assignments from him but they always fail because, “Sehun, can I copy your assignment?”
“I left my notebook.”
Jongin raised an eyebrow, “Isn't that your notebook? The one that you're holding?”
“This is not mine,” Sehun answered although a very large “오세훈” was plastered at the front page of the notebook, accompanied by a Spiderman sticker, “Now, go.”
And Jongin collected all the curses he knew, forming them into a big ball and finally throwing it straight to Sehun's back.
His mom tries to make him independent because, well, his parents won't be with him forever. He needs to stand with his own feet. His mom really tries but she always fails because, “Mom, where's my Spiderman mask! I need my Spiderman mask!”
Mrs. Oh sighed, “Use your eyes, you brat!”
“I don't want to. Just tell me where!” Sehun yelled back.
Mrs. Oh stopped chopping Sehun's favorite broccoli, put the knife at its safe place, - so Sehun's sister wouldn't see it, she might kill her brother, or worse, kill all the people in their village - closed the stove for a while, removed her gloves, checked if Hana's doing fine at the living room, and finally rushed upstairs.
Must teach her son a lesson.
“You brat, your Spiderman mask is-”
