wip meme
"Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!”
1. A gust of winter air blows at his pyjamas, and he shivers as Sehun's breathtaking smile breezes into him.
2. Why is it that, even though he’s seen so many deaths in massive and rapid, gruelling successions, he still can’t get over nor bear seeing Lu Han die over and over and over again in that and those and this lifetime.
3. Sehun likes to think that he’s a considerate person, caring even, despite the unconventional ways he shows it.
4. “Darling,” Lady Lu starts, reaching out to take one of Lu Han’s hands in hers, “You know how your coming-of-age day is a month away from now, right?”
5. “I dream of you touching me,” Lu Han whimpers into Sehun’s ear, “of your hands raking across my skin.”
6. Something Jongin looks forward to to being shipped to some country far away from what he deemed as home for most of his life is that there will be a change in view.
7. Jongin thinks that Sehun’s never felt a sense of entitlement to him because it has always been Lu Han, sick little Lu Han who was on the verge of tearing the whole universal existence apart.
8. After a long and good six years, Sehun can finally admit to himself that he is whipped.
9. Lu Han dreams of Sehun making out with Baekhyun, same setting, with drunken people passing them by, and it drags on until suddenly Baekhyun starts fading away, until it’s Lu Han Sehun’s pressing against the wall, until it’s Lu Han with a mouthful of Sehun’s tongue, being kissed hot, rough and filthy.
10. “I’ve pieced you back, Jung, I’ve gathered all the shrapnel and built you together from memories,” Sehun says, voice shaky as he grips onto the metal box, “Now when will you turn back into a star and come back to me?”
11. He doesn’t know why he’s feeling this way, why he’s suddenly so desperate for the last farewell.
12. Lu Han blames everyone - the people, the government, the country, God - for everything that's happening and why it had to reach this point: the only thing worth living for moving away from him to serve and fight for a war they didn't want anything to do with.
13. “You know,” Lu Han sighs, pressing his phone closer to his ear so he can hear the breathing on the other line, even though he can hear it just fine without it, “my apartment’s very clean without you.”
14. Sehun feels more than sees the blush that ripples through Lu Han's body and chuckles, letting his hands wander around the omega's body as well. "Because I like how you feel."
15. There is something different in the air of Highgarden, Lu Han confirms to himself, sitting with his back ramrod straight in his palanquin as his father’s men trudge up the flower trail.
16. Sehun takes a step back at Lu Han's outburst, before feeling his own anger bubble up his chest.
17. Basically, this is the story about how the Day met the Night.
18. “I believe I haven’t been taught any proper training, Captain Oh,” Lu Han says, jutting his lower lip out into a coral pout.
19. Sehun began from the little indie scenes of uptown Hongdae, the small photographs he shot of the market streets and the night sky tacked to corkboards and slipped in between window screens around coffee shops and telephone booths.
20. He expected more shouting, more fighting, and he had been about ready to cry out of frustration but here Sehun is, ruining everything, and probably building Lu Han up the fastest way possible he's sure it will never be comprehended.
21. Lu Han’s sure Sehun can see right through his acting, can tell that he’s about to burst into tears right before he does burst into tears and flees off the set, the drops streaking his flushed cheeks silvery in the moonlit garden.
22. It was the summer of 1911 when Luhan’s parents packed up everything they owned and boarded a ship New York-bound, Lu Han’s little arms wrapped around her father’s neck as they watched the dock become smaller and smaller and what used to be home disappear right in front of her eyes.
23. They meet each other's gazes and Lu Han smiles at Sehun softly, almost shyly, and says, "She told me that even if you avoided the lightning strike, you wouldn't be able to avoid me."
24. In the poor lighting of the dorm living room way back in Korea, Lu Han can barely make out the bags underneath Sehun's makeup-less face, the faint lines on the younger's exposed forehead.
25. “I,” Lu Han breathes, “am so hot.”
26. But, most of all, Sehun regrets hurting Lu Han, breaking his heart into irreparable pieces and leaving him without so much as a goodbye.
27. “Because my heart only ever belonged to you.”
1. A gust of winter air blows at his pyjamas, and he shivers as Sehun's breathtaking smile breezes into him.
2. Why is it that, even though he’s seen so many deaths in massive and rapid, gruelling successions, he still can’t get over nor bear seeing Lu Han die over and over and over again in that and those and this lifetime.
3. Sehun likes to think that he’s a considerate person, caring even, despite the unconventional ways he shows it.
4. “Darling,” Lady Lu starts, reaching out to take one of Lu Han’s hands in hers, “You know how your coming-of-age day is a month away from now, right?”
5. “I dream of you touching me,” Lu Han whimpers into Sehun’s ear, “of your hands raking across my skin.”
6. Something Jongin looks forward to to being shipped to some country far away from what he deemed as home for most of his life is that there will be a change in view.
7. Jongin thinks that Sehun’s never felt a sense of entitlement to him because it has always been Lu Han, sick little Lu Han who was on the verge of tearing the whole universal existence apart.
8. After a long and good six years, Sehun can finally admit to himself that he is whipped.
9. Lu Han dreams of Sehun making out with Baekhyun, same setting, with drunken people passing them by, and it drags on until suddenly Baekhyun starts fading away, until it’s Lu Han Sehun’s pressing against the wall, until it’s Lu Han with a mouthful of Sehun’s tongue, being kissed hot, rough and filthy.
10. “I’ve pieced you back, Jung, I’ve gathered all the shrapnel and built you together from memories,” Sehun says, voice shaky as he grips onto the metal box, “Now when will you turn back into a star and come back to me?”
11. He doesn’t know why he’s feeling this way, why he’s suddenly so desperate for the last farewell.
12. Lu Han blames everyone - the people, the government, the country, God - for everything that's happening and why it had to reach this point: the only thing worth living for moving away from him to serve and fight for a war they didn't want anything to do with.
13. “You know,” Lu Han sighs, pressing his phone closer to his ear so he can hear the breathing on the other line, even though he can hear it just fine without it, “my apartment’s very clean without you.”
14. Sehun feels more than sees the blush that ripples through Lu Han's body and chuckles, letting his hands wander around the omega's body as well. "Because I like how you feel."
15. There is something different in the air of Highgarden, Lu Han confirms to himself, sitting with his back ramrod straight in his palanquin as his father’s men trudge up the flower trail.
16. Sehun takes a step back at Lu Han's outburst, before feeling his own anger bubble up his chest.
17. Basically, this is the story about how the Day met the Night.
18. “I believe I haven’t been taught any proper training, Captain Oh,” Lu Han says, jutting his lower lip out into a coral pout.
19. Sehun began from the little indie scenes of uptown Hongdae, the small photographs he shot of the market streets and the night sky tacked to corkboards and slipped in between window screens around coffee shops and telephone booths.
20. He expected more shouting, more fighting, and he had been about ready to cry out of frustration but here Sehun is, ruining everything, and probably building Lu Han up the fastest way possible he's sure it will never be comprehended.
21. Lu Han’s sure Sehun can see right through his acting, can tell that he’s about to burst into tears right before he does burst into tears and flees off the set, the drops streaking his flushed cheeks silvery in the moonlit garden.
22. It was the summer of 1911 when Luhan’s parents packed up everything they owned and boarded a ship New York-bound, Lu Han’s little arms wrapped around her father’s neck as they watched the dock become smaller and smaller and what used to be home disappear right in front of her eyes.
23. They meet each other's gazes and Lu Han smiles at Sehun softly, almost shyly, and says, "She told me that even if you avoided the lightning strike, you wouldn't be able to avoid me."
24. In the poor lighting of the dorm living room way back in Korea, Lu Han can barely make out the bags underneath Sehun's makeup-less face, the faint lines on the younger's exposed forehead.
25. “I,” Lu Han breathes, “am so hot.”
26. But, most of all, Sehun regrets hurting Lu Han, breaking his heart into irreparable pieces and leaving him without so much as a goodbye.
27. “Because my heart only ever belonged to you.”