Found You On The Way
Pairing: Sehun/Kai
genre: angst
rating: pg-13
warnings: implied self harm, depression
summary: To Jongin,Sehun, has always been just, Sehun.
a/n: name taken from afi's silver and cold
originally posted here
Jongin stuck his arm out, slightly cupped hand facing forward. When he was little he thought he could keep handfuls of air ’ just in case’ he’d say when his dad asked what he was up to. His father had told him a week earlier that clouds were completely composed of water particles and not cotton. He imagined sleeping on one anyway.
"Jongin." The soft voice didn’t reach his ears, his hair whipped across his vision along with streetlights that blurred into a single continuous line.
"Jongin!" Sehun’s exasperated voice caused the sleepy boy to finally detach himself from the window. They had stopped at one of the few lights still working late at night.
"What?"
Sehun took a hand off the wheel and rubbed his eye, “Please, put on your seatbelt. I don’t want to risk being stopped by a bored cop and getting a hundred dollar fine.”
"Okay." Jongin didn’t argue. He figured it only made sense he listen to Sehun. An hour earlier he had texted him, knowing very well that Sehun would be going out. Wednesday nights were always quiet, the occasional group of teenagers taking advantage of their summer vacation whipping by in cars breaking the silence.
Sehun hadn’t questioned Jongin’s week long absence , or his sudden need to go out.
He had simply picked him up, Jongin waiting on the porch as usual, house dark but not empty. Jongin was grateful when Sehun quietly handed him his hoodie, having forgotten his own. The early summer offering relief with cool nights when the sun finally went down.
The Sehun Jongin knew during the day around their group of friends was an entirely different person reserved for the time they spent together. They seemed to exist in a different world, if only for a few hours.
Jongin was buckled in by the time the light turned green, Sehun continued driving. Soft music trickled out of the radio, a soothing voice explained the meaning behind the musicians choice for the name of the song when the piece ended. He settled into his seat, wind chilled hands folded over his stomach.
"Where to?" Sehun glanced at him, asking as always.
"I heard Luxembourg’s nice," Jongin kept his eyes closed, suggesting a different place each time.
"I failed French, remember?" Sehun pouted, but never said no.
"Oui." Jongin smiled.
Five minutes later they pulled into a Krispy Kreme. Sehun told him to wait in the car, less than ten minutes later he walked out with a box of doughnuts. They drove to their usual spot.
Jongin got out of the car first, he climbed onto the rust eaten hood, balancing the box in his lap, he took a chocolate doughnut out, sprinkles falling back into the box when he took a bite. Sehun joined him, leaning on the hood where he seemed to pull a cigarette out of thin air, he rarely smoked. The end of the cigarette glowed brighter when he inhaled. Jongin knew he enjoyed the rush of nicotine when his eyes closed briefly, tension visibly leaving his body. He continued to thoroughly chew, sprinkles crunching between his molars, he surveyed the old parking lot. It was dimly lit by the glow of the moon and lights of the few buildings down the street. An enormous crack ran crooked throughout the open lot, wild flowers grew in between the pavement, nature’s attempt to reclaim the abandoned space.
After Sehun discarded his cigarette, he reached for the only other doughnut like the one Jongin was licking from his fingers.
His eyes grew bigger but immediately scrunched back up,“Your new hair really suits you,” Sehun then took a bite of his doughnut. A cascade of sprinkles fell onto his black shirt.
Jongin looked up, self consciousness evident, “Really?” He ran a clean hand through the strands, catching the light as if they were silver.
“You could even be one of us,” Sehun smirked. Jongin was caught off guard by Sehun’s remark, he rarely joked around about something like that.
“It’s true,” Sehun continued, he was looking at the large moon, it appeared golden, “you’re beautiful enough to be part of the Seelie Court.”
Jongin would never forget, not even after fourteen years, what seven year old Sehun was like. Head in the clouds, paying no mind to kids who made fun of his fairy stories, becoming grounded soon enough.They were eighteen when he confided in Jongin, finally. A changeling he had said, from the Seelie Court. Jongin could’ve laughed.
He didn’t.
Stories threaded by the imagination of a child, were just that to most. But, changeling made sense. No one was ethereal as Sehun, he couldn’t just be human.
Jongin’s scraped knee was once healed by a sharp tongue, he had watched in wonder as it healed before his eyes. Sehun had immediately looked at him in horror, waiting to see if Jongin would run away from him. Instead, Jongin had lunged at him, small arms wrapping around the other boy’s neck.
“You’re so cool Sehunnie!” Jongin remembered sweat and the fresh smell of grass.
He studied his friend’s face now, profile outlined against the navy sky, the only light in the parking lot from the moon casting a halo around inky hair.
“Hey,” Jongin threaded a hand into Sehun’s, he looked up, “do you think its time to leave?”
Sehun rubbed a rough thumb over his knuckles, “Is that why you disappeared this week?”
Jongin felt Sehun’s eyes searching his face, gaze soft, a caress. Taking in the small details, the purple bruises left by sleepless nights, the faint tracks of shed tears, Sehun saw it all. He looked away, slight breeze ruffling his hair.
“I didn’t disappear,” Jongin breathed, but he had. He had retreated.
Sehun locked gazes with him this time, “We could leave, tonight. Just the two of us,” he pulled Jongin’s wrist up to his face, simultaneously leaning down closer. The slight wince on Jongin’s face did not go unnoticed. “Together we have enough money, move into the city. I know someone that could get us both jobs. It’d be good. For both of us,” he brushed his lips on the underside of his wrist.
Jongin looked away, heat rose up to his cheeks, he could never fool Sehun. He let out a hiss when he felt a sharp canine cut across his skin, following the barely healed cut he’d added only a few days prior. The stinging was replaced by a soft wet tongue lapping along the cut. Jongin watched Sehun concentrating.
“Sweet as ever,” Sehun never took his eyes off of his, “at least now you won’t have a scar.”
Always, always always.
“What time is it?” Jongin dusted the sprinkles off of Sehun’s faded Cramps tshirt.
“Almost two,” he combed slim fingers through Jongin’s hair, the other leaning into the touch, slightly.
“Let’s get going,” he slid off the hood, Sehun following suit, immediately starting the engine.
Jongin remembered to put his seatbelt on as they pulled onto the road.
They were the only ones on the road leaving town, wrapped in silence, the wind rushing into the car. Jongin laid his head against the window, closing his eyes.
They were leaving.
a/n i’m not sure if i’ll make this into something bigger( or write more drabbles in this universe) but i’m toying with the idea of doing a faerie au inspired by the Holly Black books i read when i was in high school
feedback is always gr8 ^-^