to where you felt safe [Luhan/Sehun]
to where you felt safe
Luhan/Sehun
G; 1,142 words
He is weary from life, but excited. He folds his hands, and waits.
a/n: birthday fic for 13fireflies! Happy Birthday, dear ♥ it's not much but I hope that you like it and that you have a lovely day! (inspiration also taken from this prompt)
you’re the finest thing that i’ve done
the hurricane i’ll never outrun
i could wait around for the dust to still
but i don’t believe that it ever will
(x)
Sehun wraps himself up in Luhan’s green sweater, folded in his thoughts. It smells like ‘fresh linens’ and he comes to associate that smell with the people he loves, like a habit. He can’t help it. Today they are coming home, but they’ll be late and Sehun should be asleep by then. Should being the operative word. This sweater is one of the things Sehun likes to steal that Luhan decidedly left behind, for that very reason. Luhan is the same with Sehun’s hats, but he never wears them, except if he wants to be a little more discreet when he makes convenience store runs with Yixing.
They would always bring back something for Sehun, like a handful of foil-wrapped chocolates, and Luhan always had a habit of coming back to him and folding himself in Sehun’s body. He’d snuggle between his legs and remove a borrowed cap from his head, returning to his owner and coming close enough to kiss.
Eventually, they do.
This is the first night flight he’s taken in a while. He’s surprisingly less tired than he thought he would be, but he can’t say the same for Yixing. His best friend is nodding off, neck pillow keeping him up, trying to make him comfortable but Luhan knows it doesn’t always work. Sometimes a body is too tired to feel anything but pain. Lean your head on my shoulder, he wants to say, but he doubts that would help, and he’s been fast asleep for a while now. It would be cruel to wake him up.
Luhan is shrouded in darkness, and dryness from the excessive cool air from the AC.
He is weary from life, but excited. He folds his hands, and waits.
“Don’t, he’s sleeping-” Kris.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
Sehun’s eyes snap open in the dark, but he shuts them again quickly. He had fallen asleep too soon, maybe if he had just waited a bit longer . . . but Joonmyun is asleep too. He should be, at least, since the lights have been switched off and there’s a blanket around his shoulders above the sweater Sehun has encased himself in.
Waiting hurts, but he can hear Luhan’s feet padding against the floor. The thin trail of light that cuts Sehun’s room in half is cut off with a faint click as the door closes. Sinking into Sehun’s mattress, Luhan puts his hand on Sehun’s shoulder. He doesn’t mean to wake him up, not yet, though he is already awake and tense and perhaps Luhan can feel that. When Luhan means to wake someone up, they’ll know.
It’s almost funny considering Sehun has dragged Luhan out of bed by his ankles before.
Luhan’s laugh is almost inaudible, fingers squeezing just a bit. Sehun can feel him leaning down, chest resting comfortably against Sehun’s arm as Luhan kisses his hair. This is almost enough, he thinks, as his body relaxes again, Luhan pulling back the blanket and sliding in next to him. Sehun tries to resist, but he feels himself being lured back into sleep just as Luhan drapes an arm over him, his cheek rubbing against Sehun’s shoulder. He drifts, floating away on a sea of dreams and Luhan is holding him.
Sehun wakes him up, nuzzling and kissing him into awareness. He has this feeling that he’s bringing Luhan out of a dream about his mother, his father maybe, his family. Luhan’s face contorts. He didn’t get to see them, again. But somehow Sehun knows that he’s alright. He’ll push on, like Luhan always does.
It’s almost as though he can tell from Luhan’s heartbeat beneath his chest and his fingers, and from the way Luhan blinks in the morning light that he’s okay. Since the last time they’ve seen each other, Luhan has taken better care of himself. Maybe he’s eaten more, gotten more sunlight, smiled a bit more often and cried less often. Luhan lies and says that he’s growing old, but he’s young inside.
Sehun kisses Luhan’s sleepy eyelids again.
“Good morning,” Luhan buries his face in between the sheets and Sehun’s shoulder, arm tight around his waist.
“Morning,” Sehun muses. He presses his cheek against Luhan’s hair; soft, a bit worn and damaged from constant coloring and cuts, but it’s still thick somehow. He breathes deep. “And yes, it’s very good.”
“Stop sniffing me.”
“Why?”
“What do I even smell like?” Luhan rolls back, but his fingers hook into the neck of Sehun’s sleepshirt. “Enlighten me.” His nose wrinkles.
“Shampoo.”
“You’re stupid.”
“You’re pretty,” Sehun smoothes back some of his puffed up fringe. Luhan is always a fluffy mess after waking up. He feels stupid after he says it, but he’s sort of known all along that Luhan is always right when it comes to him. Embarrassingly so, at times.
Sometimes Sehun thinks Luhan just wants to leave; to go home, where he felt safe once, but he doesn’t know how or where to go anymore. “Beijing,” he tells people, with his white teeth shining. It glimmers with my home has turned to dust in my memories.
“Don’t cry,” Sehun whispers into Luhan’s hair, holding him close, when Luhan finds fabric to clutch to as he cries. Luhan’s face burns hot then, and his tears are heavy against Sehun’s skin. Sehun finds that he’s been waiting for this, the release. It’s times like this that Sehun remembers how important it is to love someone. He wonders if they keep him safe in China, if they love him enough. They would have to. Everyone loves Luhan at least little bit, and anyone who says otherwise is a liar.
He laughs.
It’s good to see him smiling again, smiling like he means it. Smiling because they’re all together and his fingers are deadlocked around Sehun’s bigger hand. There is loneliness in his hands, the bones that stick out and always remind Sehun of how tired Luhan is.
He’s stronger than he looks and sometimes he squeezes the life out of Sehun’s fingers until his knuckles go white, but he’s still smiling and laughing.
God, it sounds good to Sehun.
And when they have a moment alone together again the smile doesn’t even fall away.
“Are you smiling because you mean it?”
“I’m smiling because we’re all here. I’m here. You’re here. You.”
Sehun leans in to kiss him, bolder than ever. Happiness encourages him to act on what his heart tells him. Luhan has the kind of beauty that makes you want to steal away, snatch him up from the rest of the world and hold him until he’s yours. Sehun takes his head in his hands, but lets Luhan close the distance.
His fingers curl into Sehun’s t-shirt. And Luhan kisses him, slow and shy, as if they’ve never kissed before.
//
~ snagged more inspiration & the title from this song
~ thank you for reading!
~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESS :D
Luhan/Sehun
G; 1,142 words
He is weary from life, but excited. He folds his hands, and waits.
a/n: birthday fic for 13fireflies! Happy Birthday, dear ♥ it's not much but I hope that you like it and that you have a lovely day! (inspiration also taken from this prompt)
you’re the finest thing that i’ve done
the hurricane i’ll never outrun
i could wait around for the dust to still
but i don’t believe that it ever will
(x)
Sehun wraps himself up in Luhan’s green sweater, folded in his thoughts. It smells like ‘fresh linens’ and he comes to associate that smell with the people he loves, like a habit. He can’t help it. Today they are coming home, but they’ll be late and Sehun should be asleep by then. Should being the operative word. This sweater is one of the things Sehun likes to steal that Luhan decidedly left behind, for that very reason. Luhan is the same with Sehun’s hats, but he never wears them, except if he wants to be a little more discreet when he makes convenience store runs with Yixing.
They would always bring back something for Sehun, like a handful of foil-wrapped chocolates, and Luhan always had a habit of coming back to him and folding himself in Sehun’s body. He’d snuggle between his legs and remove a borrowed cap from his head, returning to his owner and coming close enough to kiss.
Eventually, they do.
This is the first night flight he’s taken in a while. He’s surprisingly less tired than he thought he would be, but he can’t say the same for Yixing. His best friend is nodding off, neck pillow keeping him up, trying to make him comfortable but Luhan knows it doesn’t always work. Sometimes a body is too tired to feel anything but pain. Lean your head on my shoulder, he wants to say, but he doubts that would help, and he’s been fast asleep for a while now. It would be cruel to wake him up.
Luhan is shrouded in darkness, and dryness from the excessive cool air from the AC.
He is weary from life, but excited. He folds his hands, and waits.
“Don’t, he’s sleeping-” Kris.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
Sehun’s eyes snap open in the dark, but he shuts them again quickly. He had fallen asleep too soon, maybe if he had just waited a bit longer . . . but Joonmyun is asleep too. He should be, at least, since the lights have been switched off and there’s a blanket around his shoulders above the sweater Sehun has encased himself in.
Waiting hurts, but he can hear Luhan’s feet padding against the floor. The thin trail of light that cuts Sehun’s room in half is cut off with a faint click as the door closes. Sinking into Sehun’s mattress, Luhan puts his hand on Sehun’s shoulder. He doesn’t mean to wake him up, not yet, though he is already awake and tense and perhaps Luhan can feel that. When Luhan means to wake someone up, they’ll know.
It’s almost funny considering Sehun has dragged Luhan out of bed by his ankles before.
Luhan’s laugh is almost inaudible, fingers squeezing just a bit. Sehun can feel him leaning down, chest resting comfortably against Sehun’s arm as Luhan kisses his hair. This is almost enough, he thinks, as his body relaxes again, Luhan pulling back the blanket and sliding in next to him. Sehun tries to resist, but he feels himself being lured back into sleep just as Luhan drapes an arm over him, his cheek rubbing against Sehun’s shoulder. He drifts, floating away on a sea of dreams and Luhan is holding him.
Sehun wakes him up, nuzzling and kissing him into awareness. He has this feeling that he’s bringing Luhan out of a dream about his mother, his father maybe, his family. Luhan’s face contorts. He didn’t get to see them, again. But somehow Sehun knows that he’s alright. He’ll push on, like Luhan always does.
It’s almost as though he can tell from Luhan’s heartbeat beneath his chest and his fingers, and from the way Luhan blinks in the morning light that he’s okay. Since the last time they’ve seen each other, Luhan has taken better care of himself. Maybe he’s eaten more, gotten more sunlight, smiled a bit more often and cried less often. Luhan lies and says that he’s growing old, but he’s young inside.
Sehun kisses Luhan’s sleepy eyelids again.
“Good morning,” Luhan buries his face in between the sheets and Sehun’s shoulder, arm tight around his waist.
“Morning,” Sehun muses. He presses his cheek against Luhan’s hair; soft, a bit worn and damaged from constant coloring and cuts, but it’s still thick somehow. He breathes deep. “And yes, it’s very good.”
“Stop sniffing me.”
“Why?”
“What do I even smell like?” Luhan rolls back, but his fingers hook into the neck of Sehun’s sleepshirt. “Enlighten me.” His nose wrinkles.
“Shampoo.”
“You’re stupid.”
“You’re pretty,” Sehun smoothes back some of his puffed up fringe. Luhan is always a fluffy mess after waking up. He feels stupid after he says it, but he’s sort of known all along that Luhan is always right when it comes to him. Embarrassingly so, at times.
Sometimes Sehun thinks Luhan just wants to leave; to go home, where he felt safe once, but he doesn’t know how or where to go anymore. “Beijing,” he tells people, with his white teeth shining. It glimmers with my home has turned to dust in my memories.
“Don’t cry,” Sehun whispers into Luhan’s hair, holding him close, when Luhan finds fabric to clutch to as he cries. Luhan’s face burns hot then, and his tears are heavy against Sehun’s skin. Sehun finds that he’s been waiting for this, the release. It’s times like this that Sehun remembers how important it is to love someone. He wonders if they keep him safe in China, if they love him enough. They would have to. Everyone loves Luhan at least little bit, and anyone who says otherwise is a liar.
He laughs.
It’s good to see him smiling again, smiling like he means it. Smiling because they’re all together and his fingers are deadlocked around Sehun’s bigger hand. There is loneliness in his hands, the bones that stick out and always remind Sehun of how tired Luhan is.
He’s stronger than he looks and sometimes he squeezes the life out of Sehun’s fingers until his knuckles go white, but he’s still smiling and laughing.
God, it sounds good to Sehun.
And when they have a moment alone together again the smile doesn’t even fall away.
“Are you smiling because you mean it?”
“I’m smiling because we’re all here. I’m here. You’re here. You.”
Sehun leans in to kiss him, bolder than ever. Happiness encourages him to act on what his heart tells him. Luhan has the kind of beauty that makes you want to steal away, snatch him up from the rest of the world and hold him until he’s yours. Sehun takes his head in his hands, but lets Luhan close the distance.
His fingers curl into Sehun’s t-shirt. And Luhan kisses him, slow and shy, as if they’ve never kissed before.
//
~ snagged more inspiration & the title from this song
~ thank you for reading!
~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESS :D