gray side ; layhun

I Thought It Was

"Hey, Oh Sehun!"

Can the earth swallow him right now?

"Wanna go home together?"

"Please go away."

"I brought my bicycle."

"Go away."

"You can ride my bike and I'll just walk and it's okay because I love you!"

"God, help me."

"C'mon! Let's go together!"

"No way. I don't want to be seen with you."

"It's alright, love! I will tell my fangirls to not come after you for stealing me away. So do not worry!"

"Oh for pete's sake!"

"Or do you wanna ride it together?"

"No! Hell no!"

"Then let's just walk home together, holding hands."

"I am very disgusted of you."

"I love you too now c'mon!"

"Stop forcing me!" He finally halt on his tracks, glaring at the boy on the opposite side of the road, standing on the right sidewalk. He's still wearing his snapback, uniform a little wrinkly with it still unbuttoned. His white converse were dirty with paint and soil and asphalt, his hands holding his bike as he walks on feet. The glint on his eyes were still there, it always does. The only time Sehun's doesn't see it was when he was forced to paint the wall back to white after he drew an abstract lines of Frida Kahlo's facial feature. Sehun still remembers the solemn look om his face as he painted it back white, his pouty lips set into a frown rather than his usual dimpled grin.

"Welp, sorry, can't help it." He playfully wink with that boyish grin of his. "Hey, did you see the mural? It was your eyes. I think everybody knew except you." His face light up and anticipating, it kind of wavers Sehun's hatred towards him.

"No, didn't I just said I haven't and will never earlier in the cafetaria?" He throws the Chinese male a glare, lips pulling into a scowl.

Yixing's face dropped a little, his smile faltered, the shine in his eyes dimmed. "Oh, I thought you were kidding."

"Why would I be? I'm a man of my words, including the part when I said I am disgusted of you."

Low blow. Was it?

Sehun think it was not. Not until he sees the blank look of the other's.

He starts to walk again, already preparing himself so he knows how to respond when Yixing follow him and tease him again. But what he hears is Yifan's voice calling Yixing out and a sound of the dimpled man's footsteps trailing away into the opposite direction from where Sehun's heading.

Glancing subtly over his shoulder, he sees Yifan with a gentle look on his eyes as he waits for Yixing, something very unusual on his sharp and intimidating features.

Sehun tries to ignore the churning feeling inside him. He hates Yixing that much.