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Snow
Sehun/Lu Han; G; ~1,300w.; AU/Fluff
According to Sehun, his new neighbor is too old, too pretty, and probably a girl.
If you were to ask Oh Sehun, age six, his favorite season, he will always respond with winter. If you ask him why he loves this particular time of year, however, he’ll blink at you and run away - “Mommy told me not to talk to strangers…” Internally he’ll consider the question - Is it the Christmas presents? Spending time with Daddy? Not having to go to school? - But it’s unlikely he’ll ever get back to you.
He continues to ponder as his mother bundles him up - “Mittens are embarrassing, Mommy…” - in his puffy coat, eyes barely visible under his scarf. They’re getting ready to meet their new neighbors - a Chinese family with a son a few years older than Sehun - plate of cookies in hand that Sehun swears he helped bake when all he did was lick the spoon and stare at the oven in awe. Sehun demands he gets to hold the platter, insisting that his mommy take a break, but she declines, tapping his nose with a light finger.
“I’ve got it, Sehunnie. Don’t you worry about me.”
He drops the subject with a huff, pulling his hat on as best he can with mittened fingers
Hand in hand they make their way across the yard. The minute long walk feels like hours to Sehun, but they make it to the doorstep before he can voice his fears of a Yeti attack. Mrs. Oh releases her son’s hand to knock twice, shooting Sehun a warm smile in reassurance. They both stare when a boy who looks no older than seven opens the door, brown hair falling messily in front of his deer-like eyes.
“Hello,” he says in slow Korean. “How may I help you?”
Sehun, forever afraid of new people, hides behind his mother’s legs, nuzzling the hem of her coat when he feels the boy’s gaze on him
“Hello,” she responds, voice high and cheery. “Is your mommy home?” The boy nods, bright eyes not leaving Sehun. “Could you go get her, sweetie?” He nods again, closing the door lightly behind him. They can hear his pattering footsteps and what they assume is Mandarin in the distance.
After a few moments Sehun stands on his tip-toes, arms reaching for the plate. Mrs. Oh bats his hands away.
“These are for their family, Hunnie.” she reminds him. He pouts.
“I just wanna hold them…”
“They’ll be back in a moment.” she says with a laugh. “Be patient.”
He continues to pout at the door, lips poking out from where his scarf has ridden down, only resuming a blank expression when the boy returns with his mother. The women bow to each other and quickly start a conversation
With his mother’s attention otherwise occupied, Sehun finally allows himself to release her pants and take a few steps forward. The boy, who looks more like a girl, in Sehun’s opinion, stares at him with his too-pretty eyes, wiggling his toes in his too-pretty socks, and eventually tugs at his mom’s sweater with his too-pretty hands, muttering something with his too-pretty voice that the younger can’t understand. She laughs and nods, waving her hands dismissively as she starts to talk to his mother again
Sehun frowns when he’s left alone with the grown-ups. He stares at the snow and wonders how much aegyo he would have to use to get his mommy to stop talking and play with him. He’s about to find out when the pretty boy returns, now equipped with an equally puffy coat, colorful scarf, and matching gloves
“Wanna play?” He thinks he hears the other boy say. Sehun nods without a word, eyes shifting to his mother worriedly. The boy laughs.
“I already asked my mommy and she said it was okay.” He hops over to Sehun and grabs his hand, tugging him out and into the snow drift. Unused to this kind of attention, Sehun follows without a word, nearly stumbling over his own feet.
“I’m Luhan, by the way.”
“R-Ruhan?”
Luhan laughs. “Close. Luhan.”
“Ruhan.”
“Luhan.”
“Ruhan.”
They continue for several minutes, Sehun’s face a dusty pink by the time Luhan gives up and accepts this new name. Sehun crosses his arms.
“How old are you?”
Luhan holds up both hands. Sehun blanches. “How old are you?”
“…Six.” He lisps, no longer as proud of his age with this too-old, too-pretty boy whose name is too hard to say. Luhan grins.
“I guess that makes me your hyung!”
“I guess…”
They stand in silence for a few moments, Sehun’s arms still crossed in front of him, face stony. He watches as Luhan leans down and picks up a ball of snow and starts to roll it around. His blank expression turns into that of curiosity as it gets bigger and bigger, soon becoming half his height. Luhan notices and turns to him with a smile.
“Wanna help me?”
Sehun nods.
“Grab some snow and start rolling!”
He does just that, noting with some alarm that his mother is now nowhere to be found. Still, he follows Luhan’s lead and rolls the ball along the ground, picking out sticks and stones as it grows. Luhan has already started on another sphere by the time he gets his first to the size the elder had motioned minutes before. Luhan shakes his head when he tries to start another one
“We’re making a snowman, silly, we only need three parts!” When he sees Sehun’s pout he adds: “Here, you can finish this one.”
Sehun toddles over with a small smile and pushes it around until he’s told to stop. Together they assemble the snowman, stacking the balls as carefully as they can
“What now?” Sehun questions, head tilted as he stares at the rather lopsided figure before him.
“He needs a face.” Luhan states. Sehun starts to think Luhan knows everything. “Let’s get some rocks!”
They agree to gather all of the stones they can find and a few sticks when Luhan remembers that most men have arms. Soon they meet in front of the mound of snow again and begin decorating; Sehun following Luhan’s every instruction as he places the stones. He unwinds his scarf, shivering when the air hits his bare skin, and wraps it loosely around the snowman’s neck. Luhan takes his own hat off and places it on what they think is the head.
"We did it.” Luhan turns to grin at him. “We built a snowman.”
Sehun giggles in response, wondering how this too-pretty, too-old boy who’s probably a girl has managed to be more fun in one afternoon than Jongin has ever been.
They lose track of the time as they chase each other, making snow angels when Sehun slips and tossing snow in each other’s faces when they get too worn out run around anymore. Sooner than either would like, their mothers emerge from Luhan’s house and come to gather their sons. Sehun wraps his arms around Luhan, letting several tears fall as his mother tries to unlatch him from the older boy.
“I don’t wanna leave Ruhan,” He sobs. “I wanna play more.”
“You can see your new friend tomorrow.” Mrs. Oh reasons. When he doesn’t let go, she sighs. “Sehun, you’re going to catch a cold and then you won’t see Luhan until next week.”
Reluctantly, Sehun pulls back, staring unhappily at the ground now between him and his new hyung. He takes off Luhan’s scarf and hands it to him with a small thanks. His mother pulls him away almost immediately afterwards. He smiles as he turns back to look at his new friend
“See you tomorrow, Sehun-ah!” Luhan calls.
‘Maybe,’ Sehun thinks as his mom rids him of his now drenched winter-wear. ‘Playing with Luhan is the best part of winter.’
Sehun/Lu Han; G; ~1,300w.; AU/Fluff
According to Sehun, his new neighbor is too old, too pretty, and probably a girl.
If you were to ask Oh Sehun, age six, his favorite season, he will always respond with winter. If you ask him why he loves this particular time of year, however, he’ll blink at you and run away - “Mommy told me not to talk to strangers…” Internally he’ll consider the question - Is it the Christmas presents? Spending time with Daddy? Not having to go to school? - But it’s unlikely he’ll ever get back to you.
He continues to ponder as his mother bundles him up - “Mittens are embarrassing, Mommy…” - in his puffy coat, eyes barely visible under his scarf. They’re getting ready to meet their new neighbors - a Chinese family with a son a few years older than Sehun - plate of cookies in hand that Sehun swears he helped bake when all he did was lick the spoon and stare at the oven in awe. Sehun demands he gets to hold the platter, insisting that his mommy take a break, but she declines, tapping his nose with a light finger.
“I’ve got it, Sehunnie. Don’t you worry about me.”
He drops the subject with a huff, pulling his hat on as best he can with mittened fingers
Hand in hand they make their way across the yard. The minute long walk feels like hours to Sehun, but they make it to the doorstep before he can voice his fears of a Yeti attack. Mrs. Oh releases her son’s hand to knock twice, shooting Sehun a warm smile in reassurance. They both stare when a boy who looks no older than seven opens the door, brown hair falling messily in front of his deer-like eyes.
“Hello,” he says in slow Korean. “How may I help you?”
Sehun, forever afraid of new people, hides behind his mother’s legs, nuzzling the hem of her coat when he feels the boy’s gaze on him
“Hello,” she responds, voice high and cheery. “Is your mommy home?” The boy nods, bright eyes not leaving Sehun. “Could you go get her, sweetie?” He nods again, closing the door lightly behind him. They can hear his pattering footsteps and what they assume is Mandarin in the distance.
After a few moments Sehun stands on his tip-toes, arms reaching for the plate. Mrs. Oh bats his hands away.
“These are for their family, Hunnie.” she reminds him. He pouts.
“I just wanna hold them…”
“They’ll be back in a moment.” she says with a laugh. “Be patient.”
He continues to pout at the door, lips poking out from where his scarf has ridden down, only resuming a blank expression when the boy returns with his mother. The women bow to each other and quickly start a conversation
With his mother’s attention otherwise occupied, Sehun finally allows himself to release her pants and take a few steps forward. The boy, who looks more like a girl, in Sehun’s opinion, stares at him with his too-pretty eyes, wiggling his toes in his too-pretty socks, and eventually tugs at his mom’s sweater with his too-pretty hands, muttering something with his too-pretty voice that the younger can’t understand. She laughs and nods, waving her hands dismissively as she starts to talk to his mother again
Sehun frowns when he’s left alone with the grown-ups. He stares at the snow and wonders how much aegyo he would have to use to get his mommy to stop talking and play with him. He’s about to find out when the pretty boy returns, now equipped with an equally puffy coat, colorful scarf, and matching gloves
“Wanna play?” He thinks he hears the other boy say. Sehun nods without a word, eyes shifting to his mother worriedly. The boy laughs.
“I already asked my mommy and she said it was okay.” He hops over to Sehun and grabs his hand, tugging him out and into the snow drift. Unused to this kind of attention, Sehun follows without a word, nearly stumbling over his own feet.
“I’m Luhan, by the way.”
“R-Ruhan?”
Luhan laughs. “Close. Luhan.”
“Ruhan.”
“Luhan.”
“Ruhan.”
They continue for several minutes, Sehun’s face a dusty pink by the time Luhan gives up and accepts this new name. Sehun crosses his arms.
“How old are you?”
Luhan holds up both hands. Sehun blanches. “How old are you?”
“…Six.” He lisps, no longer as proud of his age with this too-old, too-pretty boy whose name is too hard to say. Luhan grins.
“I guess that makes me your hyung!”
“I guess…”
They stand in silence for a few moments, Sehun’s arms still crossed in front of him, face stony. He watches as Luhan leans down and picks up a ball of snow and starts to roll it around. His blank expression turns into that of curiosity as it gets bigger and bigger, soon becoming half his height. Luhan notices and turns to him with a smile.
“Wanna help me?”
Sehun nods.
“Grab some snow and start rolling!”
He does just that, noting with some alarm that his mother is now nowhere to be found. Still, he follows Luhan’s lead and rolls the ball along the ground, picking out sticks and stones as it grows. Luhan has already started on another sphere by the time he gets his first to the size the elder had motioned minutes before. Luhan shakes his head when he tries to start another one
“We’re making a snowman, silly, we only need three parts!” When he sees Sehun’s pout he adds: “Here, you can finish this one.”
Sehun toddles over with a small smile and pushes it around until he’s told to stop. Together they assemble the snowman, stacking the balls as carefully as they can
“What now?” Sehun questions, head tilted as he stares at the rather lopsided figure before him.
“He needs a face.” Luhan states. Sehun starts to think Luhan knows everything. “Let’s get some rocks!”
They agree to gather all of the stones they can find and a few sticks when Luhan remembers that most men have arms. Soon they meet in front of the mound of snow again and begin decorating; Sehun following Luhan’s every instruction as he places the stones. He unwinds his scarf, shivering when the air hits his bare skin, and wraps it loosely around the snowman’s neck. Luhan takes his own hat off and places it on what they think is the head.
"We did it.” Luhan turns to grin at him. “We built a snowman.”
Sehun giggles in response, wondering how this too-pretty, too-old boy who’s probably a girl has managed to be more fun in one afternoon than Jongin has ever been.
They lose track of the time as they chase each other, making snow angels when Sehun slips and tossing snow in each other’s faces when they get too worn out run around anymore. Sooner than either would like, their mothers emerge from Luhan’s house and come to gather their sons. Sehun wraps his arms around Luhan, letting several tears fall as his mother tries to unlatch him from the older boy.
“I don’t wanna leave Ruhan,” He sobs. “I wanna play more.”
“You can see your new friend tomorrow.” Mrs. Oh reasons. When he doesn’t let go, she sighs. “Sehun, you’re going to catch a cold and then you won’t see Luhan until next week.”
Reluctantly, Sehun pulls back, staring unhappily at the ground now between him and his new hyung. He takes off Luhan’s scarf and hands it to him with a small thanks. His mother pulls him away almost immediately afterwards. He smiles as he turns back to look at his new friend
“See you tomorrow, Sehun-ah!” Luhan calls.
‘Maybe,’ Sehun thinks as his mom rids him of his now drenched winter-wear. ‘Playing with Luhan is the best part of winter.’