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@۝ oh sehun *Forgot to finish lol

But with restraint he holds back, the question of who this angel like boy was and how he had not seen him before still hanging in the still air.

@lu han *adding to my response.


The skin under Sehuns human but very metal like fingers is warm and very soft, unlike anything Sehun has ever felt. A fluttering pulse that's real and beautiful unlike his own, metallic and cold. Those orbs that stare into his own are that of wonder, colors that Sehun thinks only comes with the setting of the sun in pinks and golds. The automated boy swears that he could get lost in those eyes forever, the rest of him also quite tantalizing. Pink lips that are plush and kissable, he wants to kiss them now because there just so irresistible.

But with restraint he holds back, the question of who this angel like boy was and how he had not seen him before.

@lu han Sehuns grasp on the botany book is long since weakened, the paperback falling to the floor with a soft clatter because now, the handsome stranger stares right back with eyes that remind Sehun of the galaxies that paint the night sky in arrays of golds and pinks and deep plums, flecks of iridescent stars twinkling in the mix of color. He'd read in a book once of something like this, a chapter book, not too long with pages smelling like ciedar trees and apple wood, a book on the human eye.

heterochromia he recalls, staring with mouth wide in awe and fingers clutching to the wooden table, knuckles turning a bone like white. The dizzyingly beautiful irises are a result of relative excess or lack of pigment he remembers reading one day before class, the sun barely hanging in the morning sky. The males about to speak up when the doe eyed god stands, taking his books and his pretty face with him, leaving Sehun with his face absolutely burning and what he thinks is an automated heartbeat erratically throbbing in his ears, sounding more like a drum then a flutter.


Is this love, Sehun has to wonder. So to find out he follows the other, books long forgotten on the table, reaching a hand out to grasp at the thin wrist that are a milky white, bone protruding delicately as his fingers graze over porcelains flesh, grasping to life itself.

"W-wait up!" His voice comes in a very lame whimper and though his grasp is strong his ministrations are not.

@۝ oh sehun Unable to be surrounded by too many people, the deer-like boy found his way to the library in school, a place where he often went whenever he wanted to be completely alone and at ease. It seemed as if nobody could bother him there, he was always in his own little bubble with a book in between his hands. That's mostly what he loved doing in his spare time, whenever he could read, he would do it. Real life was not as beautiful as the stories he read and that made him feel like he had no other choice but to keep on searching for new romance novels because it was what kept him alive. Never had he really been in love with anyone because he was too different- people weren't nice to him and nobody ever really became close to Luhan because he wasn't like all the others. He was quiet and reserved, he didn't know how to socialize correctly because he often struggled with saying what was on his mind or he simply stuttered and became a blushing mess after realizing how silly he might've looked. Each and every day was a new battle against life for the dark haired male. He often wondered if he'd ever get to feel what it's like to be loved by someone, to be cherished and adored. His poor and lonely heart was aching to be longed for and that's why, the only thing that made him smile was the fictional stories he read almost every single day.

Blue, green, orange, yellow. His eyes were full of beautiful colors and Luhan didn't quite understand why people made fun of him because of that. Sure, he had trouble seeing clearly and often tripped over things in his way because he couldn't quite see what was on the ground when he was walking, but this didn't have anything to do with who he was on the inside. He had a big heart and if people tried getting to know him a bit more, they'd realize how friendly he actually is. But because of his difference, others found it easier to bully him instead of befriending him. That was something that hurt him a lot and one of the reasons to why the only thing he could trust now, was literature.

He was seated somewhere in the library, all by himself, near a window with one of his favorite books in hand, eyes wandering over the pages as he concentrated on reading each word correctly, his lips curving into a faint smile at times because of how the love scenes in his book made him feel. A sigh left his lips as he slowly lifted his head up, aware that someone had been staring at him for a while now and as soon as his eyes met the person's figure, the petite brunette's rosy tiers parted, as if he was in shock. Why was the stranger looking in his direction, what was he thinking? Was he a new bully, waiting to just find an opportunity to make fun of him? Luhan gulped and lowered his head almost instantly. He couldn't see the male's facial features, he could barely see anything actually. But the feeling of someone looking at you can often make you feel uncomfortable somehow, and that's how he felt right now. The poor deer didn't know what to do and since he didn't recognize that figure, at all, he just stood up, closed his book and hugged it close to his chest before turning around and making his way towards the doors, as if wanting to go somewhere else where he could be alone. Being scared was a flaw- he hated it. But he couldn't really help himself since he never really knew how to deal with people.

Day 1:


Its mid day, the sun set center stage in the middle of the sky thats blue and clear, whispy white decorating the almost empty blue at times in the form of clouds that remind Sehun alot of cotton balls or feathers.His feet carry him to the library, his usual spot which resides next to the window, tucked away in a wide expanse of shelf that holds books old and some new, the smell of cedar and coated paper from the books he carries in one hand, the other in his pocket, fingers going to play with the change that sits unused there making a soft tinkling noise.

Today its a book on Botany that he begins with, fingers skimming the detailed drawings that litter the pages. Its a Snapdragon, he thinks as he scans the writing in messy cursive, dark brown orbs re-reading info he now knows by heart because he knows alot about flowers by now. Snapdragons have spiky stems, their florets coming in arrays of dark greens while their flowers include variety's of pastel pinks and burgundy's also including lavenders. The blond goes to flip the page, sitting up in the wooden chair that accompanies a small wooden table, cedar, quite sturdy and finished off with a bit of red that's appealing to the eye. Hes quite tired though as he reads, the next page holding information on cultivating Azalea, a flower standing for abundance which is how they grow and so he puts the book down, eyes dragging their way across the scenery of the soundless library, orbs finally coming to rest on something or rather, someone new.
This feeling is quite new too, he thinks, he feels as he stares and he knows hes staring for much too long but he cant seem to rip his gaze away from the others small frame that seems to beacon wandering eyes because its just to tempting. Delicate, are those lips that lead to a button nose which draws a path to eyes that hold fragility, innocence like a deer grazing amidst a clearing of daffodils, those same eyes that seem to be enthralled in a play that Sehun knows all too well, hands petite and pale that flip page after page as the male gets lost in the world of Romeo and Juliette.

Hes lost in the black haired strangers face, no longer paying any attention to the world around him because everything else is fuzzy and somewhat blocked out. The lanky blond thinks hard on the book the male across the room reads, relying on memory to quote from that Sehun thinks is quite appropriate for the feeling he thinks (hes not sure) he feels whilst staring at this stranger. Love at first sight he remembers Romeo explain to Benvolio in scene 4 act 1 as he spots the damsel Juliette at a party,

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


And much like Romeo, he asks himself if his heart as ever beat so fast in his life.