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sehun’s notebook, although rarely used, is the keeper of many secrets: the messy ones, the sweet ones, the ones that fill his heart with confidence and love. they are inconspicuous and forgettable. almost ethereal, taken for granted.
he likes flowers, he smells like them. minseok and chanyeol chuckle a little before pointing out how good he smells. earthy and rainy and, y’know, him . he likes fruits too. cherries and tangerines. he eats them, they smile.
he doesn’t like buying things for himself. why would he? although he is a great gift-giver, for himself there are never enough reasons to do it. jongdae and jongin sneak snacks into his backpack, stickers they find on their trip to the stationery store, pink and red and purple bracelets made of wool thread.
he, surprisingly, likes cooking. he is not good. he always manages to burn something. or maybe he adds too much salt this time or, yep, that was sugar, not salt . kyungsoo sits there and watches him. he doesn’t talk and he doesn’t help, he just watches. and sehun is happy. bubbly.
he hates the dark. there is no much to it. he just loathes it. yixing and baekhyun take his right and left hand and walk with him from the bus stop to his house. there are always two small dogs waiting at the gate and his two friends stand there until the light of the second floor is lit. they walk away then.
and sehun loves his secrets. he knows deep down that everyone is aware of them, of each other, but he also knows that a love like that, steady and shared, doesn’t have the need to be bright and loud. not all the time.
that’s why the notebook keeps more than secrets. that’s why between each page there are pressed sweet peas. white and lilac, pink and blue. junmyeon likes them. he likes him. junmyeon loves the memories. he loves him .
sehun loves those flowers.
so, sehun loves him back.