A Wind Of Change [1] || EXO ✓

037: Unicorn

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It was three in the evening. The static noise of the television was playing in background and the lead roles in movie were fighting. Mr. Oh sprawled on the couch and absentmindedly switched between channels. His eyes were tired even though he'd gotten up late in the afternoon. Empty bottles of alcohol were scattered over his dining table from yesterday night's questionable actions and before he could drift off to sleep from boredom, the loud ringtone made him alert. He lazily stretched his hand and picked up the phone. The number was unknown but he swiped right nevertheless.

"Mr. Oh, help me!"

"Hello, is it Hazel?" he stood abruptly.

"Yes. My phone battery is dead and I don't know my way back home," she said almost crying.

"What? Just grab a taxi--"

"I'm scared Mr. Oh," she shrieked. "I'm...scared", her voice lowered. "I'm calling from a booth and someone's stalking me."

He didn't question any further and quickly asked for the landmark. A chill ran down his spine and he dashed out of his house in a frenzy. The radio in his car cut through with a reporter talking about the recent rise of crimes in the city. Numerous thoughts clouded his mind while he drove to the place. He jumped out of his car and scanned the street in trepidation from amongst the crowd of people. He crossed the road and saw her leaning against the red phone booth.

"Hazel!" He called out.

She glanced over, blinked and hid her face. He stared at her figure that was running away from him with a confused expression, wondering what it was supposed to mean. He started to wonder if she was particularly drunk or high on drugs. Before he knew, he was pacing behind her into a mall. After looking here and there, he spotted her on an escalator. He swiftly got on it and walked his way up the escalator to speed up his pace and catch her red-handed. He scuttled his way amongst people who began cursing him for his urgency. His hand was inches away from grabbing the 'Hello Kitty' backpack that slung on her shoulder. She got off the escalator belt in the nick of time, gasping in alarm and frantically ran into one of the restaurants.

She went and stood behind a table. "Happy birthday Mr. Oh Sehun," she chirped, clapping her hands excitedly. "I assumed that you'll like the chocolate flavored one," she grinned, waiting for his reply.

He was rooted to the ground, trying to process the situation while he looked at the chocolate cheesecake with his name writtten in white cream and topped with candles.

"You like it?" she asked, lighting up the candles.

"You got me so worried! I came wearing my sweatpants and look at this," he said, pointing at his mismatched flip-flops.

"And look at your hair," she chuckled at his pathetic state. "A bird might think it's a nest"

"Do you think this is a joke?" he snapped back with eyes burning in anger and disbelief at her carefree spirit. He readied his fingers to flick her forehead and she quickly closed her eyes and scrunched her face. Looking at her being scared stiff, he withdrew his fingers.