She couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen when they broke up. From his commercials? Photoshoots? Dramas? Or his sub-unit slash reformed group slash new group, X-K? But not EXO, definitely. He was wrong: she's wearing a schoolbag she might not even be eighteen yet. The girl gives a little jump, flicks up her wide-eyed gaze to meet his dark-tinted ones, then scurries away with her hand held over her mouth. Sehun counts: one, two-on three, he whips his head around to look directly at her phone, right when he thinks he can hear a very familiar click of the camera app. Out of the corner of his eye, Sehun sees the girl startle and take out her phone too, holding it out in a very indicative manner. Sehun pushes his sunglasses farther up his nose and flicks out his phone again, doing his best to seem busy. There's a girl standing by the drinking fountain-young, early twenties-who is staring at him. Five minutes of long-distance after four months of mutual silence, and in another three days Zitao would be a real living person in Sehun's condo, taking up space and hot water and food and attention, and it'd be as if the past thirteen months of half-hearted phone and email tag had never happened as if Zitao had really all along meant to keep his promise when he'd said to Sehun during a cool evening in the March of last year, "Don't worry. That had been the most he'd talked to Zitao in over four months. When Zitao hung up, Sehun had stared at the call display on his phone for a little bit, memorizing the 5:16 time stamp that signalled the length of their call. It wasn't a bad time to take a small break. He had been working pretty regularly for three weeks. Sehun wasn't, but he knew he could make it so he was. "Seoul would be happy to take your money." "I'm done filming this drama and I've got a few days of nothing. "No," Zitao said, his scoff of a laugh ringing out again. "Why are you calling?" Sehun asked, brushing a finger across his chin. It was an unspoken truth of their former, cold-faced leader: only Tao and Yixing hyung were allowed to call out how sentimental he actually was. Zitao laughed, because he couldn't keep up deadpanning like Sehun could. How long has it been since you've stepped foot in Myeongdong?" Zitao called him a few days ago, with barely a hello: "Hey. This year, April brings Zitao, just finished his drama filming and looking for an excuse to blow some cash. It could have just as easily happened this year too, except Sehun had deliberately cleared his schedule for today. Every second of sunshine had been accounted for, and his drying sweat reeked of sunscreen by the time he'd made his way home for dinner. This time last year Sehun had done a fashion shoot, hosted one show and participated as a team member in another, and then did an outdoor interview all before seven pm. The settling in of spring ushers in a fresh season of outdoor filming: music shows, dramas, commercials-they all want to take advantage of the new green leaves on trees and the seas of blooming flowers, making their shots beautiful and stories idealistic. Mid-April is usually a busy time of year for Sehun. It's been so long since Zitao's been back to Korea. He doesn't want to be late to meet the arriving flight. Sehun switches off his alarm and pushes himself out of bed. He can hear a few birds chirping and the distant rumble of early commuter traffic. He'd left the curtains open last night and the morning light is soft on his window pane the sky is blue with a blush of pink dawn. He breathes in deeply and stretches, reminding himself what day it is. Sehun wakes up naturally at 6:24, six minutes before his alarm is set to ring. Note: This version is edited/fixed a bit from the original post on the meme, but there's no huge changes. Details: Sehun/Tao, Kris/Tao PG-13 4,264 words (it really got away from me _ ).
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