EXO Imagines

77. Sehun (romantic and cute)

“Excuse me…” You squeeze through the crowd and approach a girl. You tap her shoulder. “Um, excuse me…I need to find class—“

She walks away without even looking at you.

Your face reddens. Well, that was embarassing. You quickly turn to another girl. “Please, could you help me find…” Just like the second, she walks away. You rub your forehead, frustrated. “Aish…”

You stumble as a few girls push past you. They turn around and glare at you. “Watch where you’re going, pabo!” One of them snaps.

You decide not to react angrily. You’re more concerned about finding your class. “Oh, mianhae. Can you help me find—“

“Go away and bother someone else!” The second hisses. Without another word, they turn and march into the school.

You feel your heart drop. “What a great first day,” you mutter to yourself. “I’m going to be late!”

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump, startled, and turn to see a very handsome, tall man. He smiles at you. “Annyong,” he says. “Do you need help with something?”

You notice a faint, cute lisp when he speaks. Your cheeks flush pink. You bow. “Mm, can you show me where class 2-A is? No one else will help me find it.”

“Sure, I’m in that class, too,” he replies. He ducks his head. “I’m Oh Sehun. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Jeanette,” you reply. You smile, relieved. “Komawo. I really appreciate the help…”

He pauses, seeming distracted by what you said. You worry briefly if you pronounced something wrong, but then he muses, “No problem. I know what it’s like on a first day.”

Your face reddens. “Is it that obvious?”

“You stick out like a sore thumb,” he teases.

You nudge him. “I shouldn’t stick out next to you. Won’t you get yelled at for not being in uniform?”

Sehun wasn’t in uniform at all. Instead of the grey jackets and slacks with white Oxfords, he was wearing a bright blue jacket and a white button-up shirt with khakis. He looked bright and colorful in a mix of dull greys.

He looks amused. “I usually don’t get yelled at.” He opens the door for you, and you step inside. You find an open seat and quickly sit down. To your surprise, Sehun doesn’t do the same.

Instead, he goes to the front of the room. “Good morning, class,” he says with a smile. His eyes are right on yours.

Your face goes blank. Omo…he was a TEACHER? Your face turns bright red. He looks just like a student! Omo…I was so informal…

“We have a new student here,” he says. You slowly raise your eyes. He’s still looking right at you. “Jeanette, please stand and introduce yourself.”

He’s teasing me now, you realize. You blush furiously and stand up before murmuring quietly, “Annyonghaseyo, I am Jeanette. Please take care of me.”

The day continues uneventfully for the most part. When the bell rings for class break, you slowly make your way up to Sehun’s—Mr. Oh’s desk. Your face is still bright red.

“I’m very sorry,” you say formally, bowing. “I honestly thought you were a student…”

He grins. “It’s okay. It happens. Can I help you with anything?”

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Um…actually…I did need some help with the math portion…”

“Of course…” He stands up as you set the book down. He stands next to you, and both of you lean over the book. He’s standing so close that you can feel his warmth.

“Where did you need help?” He asked. “Here?”

“Here,” you say at the same time. Both of you point to the same problem, and his hand touches yours. You blush again. “Sorry…”

“Jeanette,” he says slowly. You look up to see his honey-brown eyes. He straightens up and smiles faintly. You can almost see him blushing. “I know this isn’t very…common… But I did like you from the first moment I saw you.”

You stand up. “Really?”

He nods. “Mm,” he says. “You captured my heart by speaking informally.” He grins at you to show that he is teasing. “But…I can’t be in a relationship with you while you’re a student.” He leans forward until he can whisper in your ear, “But there’s nothing wrong with us seeing each other after you graduate.”

You blush at his closeness. After I graduate…

He kisses your palm. “So, Jeanette,” he says. “After you graduate, will you be my girlfriend?”

You smile and lean your forehead against his. “I could be your jagiya now. As long as we don’t get caught…”

So the two of you started to date. He wouldn’t treat you any different than the other students, but he did call you in for detention quite often. After one year, you graduated. You and Sehun continued to date for another year.

“Yah!” You shout informally—your language was a form of endearment. “Are you home?”

You hear him laugh from the kitchen. He walks out to greet you and pulls you into his arms. “Are you still using informal language to me?” He growls. “You should greet me nicely and call me oppa.”

“No way,” you tease, grinning. He bends down and kisses you on the lips twice, as was his usual greeting. These kisses were a bit different, though. This time, he didn’t want to pull away.

He finally does because both of you need to breathe. “Jagiya,” he says quietly. “We’ve been dating for two years.” He leans his forehead against yours.

“Mm,” you agree informally with a smile.

“I’m going to speak informally now, too,” he says. He pulls something out of his pocket and raises it so you can see it.

It’s a diamond ring.

You gasp and step back, covering your mouth with your hands. Tears fill your eyes—happy tears. “Omo…”

He gets down on one knee. “Jeanette, will you marry me?”