The way which the wind blows

Your POV
After school mum is here to pick me up. I exhale in relief. I hop into the car and we drive off. Luckily Exo wasn’t waiting with me or they would’ve asked me to come over again or something. “How is Auntie?” I ask. “She woke up this morning while you were at school. The doctors said she was sleep deprived and so she slept in a little bit.” My mum giggles. “Luckily it was nothing serious.” I nod and stay silent, hoping mum will ask something about me being with eleven boys last night. But she doesn’t. Has she forgotten that she left me to sleep overnight in a boy’s house? Is this what responsible parents do? I scoff in my mind. Speaking of parents, I didn’t see Sehun’s parents last night or this morning. I wonder what he means when he says they’re not here. Out of the country for work, holiday… or did they leave him alone. Like abandon him. I cover my gasp with my hand. I sincerely hope not.

During the car ride home, my phone vibrates in the pocket of my school dress. I answer. “Hello, who is this?” “Hello!” calls a familiar high-pitched tone. “How did you get my phone number?” I ask in shock. “Your friend gave it to us!” Baekhyuk chuckles. “Your friend wanted to know each of our names and faces and I told her in exchange, we need your phone number.” He chuckled again. I sigh and face palm myself. Damn Jaquie, you’d do anything for Exo wouldn’t you? “Why do you need my number?” I ask, irritated. “To call you of course! And to text you! We can be best buddies!” replies Baekhyun. “I swear you’re so lame!” I say laughing. He laughs as well. “Well, each member is going to give you a call and you have to put our contact details into your phone straight after! We’ll only give you 10 seconds to put our names in! Ready…Go!” he hangs up and I punch his name into my contact list. Instantly, another call comes. “Hello!” Chanyeol. I quickly type his long name into the phone before another call comes. This continues for the remaining members for the rest of the car ride home.

When my mum and I arrive home. I exhale in relief that it was over. “Who was that on the phone honey?” she asks. “The boys from yesterday.” I say, eyeing her, expecting she would ask about last night. But she doesn’t, she just skips inside the house and pecks my dad on the cheek who is making dinner. I greet him and dump my school backpack onto my bed when suddenly my phone rings. I jump and juggle my phone in my hands. I almost dropped it. Sehun is calling me. I answer the call, butterflies filling my belly. “Hello?” he says in a shaky voice. “Hey.” I say, sounding a little too excited. “What’s up?” “I just wanted to call and make sure this was actually your phone number…” he says. What a lame excuse. Lame, but cute. I flop onto my bed, my back hitting the soft mattress. “Well this is my number.” I say, hoping that he continues to talk to me. “I can tell…” he clears his throat before continuing the conversation. “So your friend Jaquie…she’s a bit strange isn’t she?” I giggle at his attempt to choose a topic for our conversation. “What’s so funny?” he asks. “Nothing,” I say. “She is pretty weird. But I like her.” Suddenly my mum bursts into the room. “What are you doing?” she asks me. I shrug, still holding my phone to my ear. “Who is calling you at this time?” “My friend.” I say. “Do you want to go clothes shopping? I know the other day you said you wanted to go and on the weekend I’m busy. So do you want to go?” she asks. My eyes light up. Winter is coming soon so I want to buy some new winter knits and scarves. “Sorry Sehun. Going shopping with my mum. I’ll call you as soon as I get home.” I say quickly. “No, it’s OK. See you tomorrow.” He says with a twinge of sadness in his voice. I don’t know if I imagined it, but I ignore it and change into casual clothes to go shopping with my mum. “We’ll be home soon darling.” My mum says to my dad. “Just taking (Y/N) out for some shopping.”

I call Sehun once I get home. I don’t care what he said. I just want to talk to him normally without his friends around. He answers instantly. “(Y/N).” he says in a surprised tone. “Hi. How was shopping?” “It was fine I guess, got new stuff for up coming winter.” “I love winter.” He says. We continue talking and exchanging information about what we like and dislike. “I like the wind.” He says. “What do you mean?” I ask, clearly confused about why he likes the wind. “Because when the wind blows, it feels like for that moment, all my troubles have blown with the wind.” I don’t know how to respond. The way he said it was so poetic and sweet. “Are you always so poetic?” I ask unintentionally. I just didn’t know what to say. I hear a slight chuckle from the other side of the phone. “Just my inner thoughts.” He replies. “What do you think about me?” I ask. I blush and my ears become hot. He doesn’t reply. If it is awkward between us tomorrow, it’s all my fault. “When I first met you, we bumped into each other correct?” he asks. I nod knowing that he can’t see me. “I kind of thought you were like the wind. When we bumped into each other, I focused on you and only you. You seemed to blow my troubles away.” “Hmmm.” I reply. I don’t understand how I am like the wind. “I don’t get it.” I admit. “Don’t worry about it.” He sighs. “Anyways, we should get going. We have school tomorrow and you need your sleep. You sleep like a rock.” He laughs. “Hey! Not my fault! We were watching a movie!” “Bye (Y/N). I’ll call you tomorrow.” He laughs. “Bye Sehun. I’ll be waiting.” We disconnect and I happily skip out to the kitchen to eat dinner with my family.

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