Sunday Morning [Sehun/Lu Han]
Title: Sunday Morning
Pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: I own nothing herein but the plot
Summary: Sunday mornings are slow but sweet for Lu Han and Sehun.
A/N: IT'S SO FLUFFFAAYYYYY. [Kind of] inspired by Maroon 5's Sunday Morning.
It's a typical Sunday morning for Lu Han and Sehun in their little cottage off the side of the road. Sehun has been up for hours, scurrying about, cleaning as best as he can without waking up his lover. Lu Han, ever the late-sleeper, is still buried in layers of soft, downy blankets.
When the cuckoo clock strikes ten, Sehun finally washes his hands free of dust and grime. He makes his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower, before attempting the near-impossible task of waking up Lu Han.
For a few seconds, he stands over his and Lu Han's bed and stares at the sleeping figure snoozing peacefully.
They've been together for two years already; yet, to Sehun, every moment in Lu Han's presence feels like a novel experience.
Sehun commits Lu Han's cute sleeping face to memory, as he does every day. There is something almost ethereal about his lover, with features relaxed and harmonious, dark lashes contrasting creamy skin, and lips twisted into a faint pout.
I love him like this.
Sehun smiles to himself, and shakes his head slightly.
No. I love him no matter the state he's in.
With that, Sehun bends down to pick up a bundled Lu Han, princess style: close to his chest, close to his heart.
"Lu Han, time to wake up..."
The sleeping boy stirs and blinks open glazed-over eyes. Upon realizing that he's in Sehun's arms, Lu Han squeezes his eyes shut once again and fakes a few unconvincing snores.
Sehun raises an eyebrow. He lifts Lu Han up higher, and then nudges the cutely-snoring boy's right cheek with his nose. With a whine, Lu Han buries his face into Sehun's neck. The latter laughs as his hyung childishly sniffs his just-shampooed hair.
"It's so early. You smell like strawberries. I want pancakes," Lu Han mumbles, voice soft and saturated with sleep.
He ignores Sehun's chuckle at his barely coherent string of words and struggles feebly to be let down. Sehun instinctively tightens his grip, hugging Lu Han close enough for them to feel their hearts beating steadily against one another, almost, but not quite, in sync. Sehun presses a chaste kiss to Lu Han's temple and hums softly.
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
Lu Han pulls back and gazes into lightly lidded eyes. His lips quirk up into a little smile when Sehun looks away bashfully, a light pink blush settling over the younger boy's cheeks and creeping down his pale neck.
Lu Han is filled with an inexpressible happiness (is it the humming, or the princess-style hug, or just Sehun?) that makes him feel simultaneously dazed and exuberant; sighing contently and burrowing even further into Sehun's warm embrace, Lu Han slings his delicate arms around his lover's flushed neck and breathes gently against the boy's equally flushed ears.
"My silly, silly Sehunnie. It's not even raining."
***
(ew, what is this word vomit i don't even know. sehun uses strawberry shampoo because hunhan is strawberry/vanilla/raspberry love. ♥)
Pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: I own nothing herein but the plot
Summary: Sunday mornings are slow but sweet for Lu Han and Sehun.
A/N: IT'S SO FLUFFFAAYYYYY. [Kind of] inspired by Maroon 5's Sunday Morning.
It's a typical Sunday morning for Lu Han and Sehun in their little cottage off the side of the road. Sehun has been up for hours, scurrying about, cleaning as best as he can without waking up his lover. Lu Han, ever the late-sleeper, is still buried in layers of soft, downy blankets.
When the cuckoo clock strikes ten, Sehun finally washes his hands free of dust and grime. He makes his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower, before attempting the near-impossible task of waking up Lu Han.
For a few seconds, he stands over his and Lu Han's bed and stares at the sleeping figure snoozing peacefully.
They've been together for two years already; yet, to Sehun, every moment in Lu Han's presence feels like a novel experience.
Sehun commits Lu Han's cute sleeping face to memory, as he does every day. There is something almost ethereal about his lover, with features relaxed and harmonious, dark lashes contrasting creamy skin, and lips twisted into a faint pout.
I love him like this.
Sehun smiles to himself, and shakes his head slightly.
No. I love him no matter the state he's in.
With that, Sehun bends down to pick up a bundled Lu Han, princess style: close to his chest, close to his heart.
"Lu Han, time to wake up..."
The sleeping boy stirs and blinks open glazed-over eyes. Upon realizing that he's in Sehun's arms, Lu Han squeezes his eyes shut once again and fakes a few unconvincing snores.
Sehun raises an eyebrow. He lifts Lu Han up higher, and then nudges the cutely-snoring boy's right cheek with his nose. With a whine, Lu Han buries his face into Sehun's neck. The latter laughs as his hyung childishly sniffs his just-shampooed hair.
"It's so early. You smell like strawberries. I want pancakes," Lu Han mumbles, voice soft and saturated with sleep.
He ignores Sehun's chuckle at his barely coherent string of words and struggles feebly to be let down. Sehun instinctively tightens his grip, hugging Lu Han close enough for them to feel their hearts beating steadily against one another, almost, but not quite, in sync. Sehun presses a chaste kiss to Lu Han's temple and hums softly.
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
Lu Han pulls back and gazes into lightly lidded eyes. His lips quirk up into a little smile when Sehun looks away bashfully, a light pink blush settling over the younger boy's cheeks and creeping down his pale neck.
Lu Han is filled with an inexpressible happiness (is it the humming, or the princess-style hug, or just Sehun?) that makes him feel simultaneously dazed and exuberant; sighing contently and burrowing even further into Sehun's warm embrace, Lu Han slings his delicate arms around his lover's flushed neck and breathes gently against the boy's equally flushed ears.
"My silly, silly Sehunnie. It's not even raining."
***
(ew, what is this word vomit i don't even know. sehun uses strawberry shampoo because hunhan is strawberry/vanilla/raspberry love. ♥)