(HunHan) Our Story
Title: Our Story
Rating: pg
Word count: 2170
Summary: Sehun likes watching people.
(omasfmkaf sorry this is so fluffy and cheesy and ughknf idrk where it came from but i hope it doesnt make your eyes bleed T U T)
Sehun sits with his head angled down, gazing intently at the floor as people walk by. He’s glanced up a few times, only to be met by the uninterested looks of a businessman with coffee stains on his shirt, a mother hurrying her two children toward the subway, an old woman with more wrinkles on her face than words in Sehun’s vocabulary, and a man wearing women’s perfume. But sometimes he likes it better when he can’t see anyone, when the bustling sounds of the station paint more vivid pictures than the actual sights.
It’s not exactly that he’s waiting for someone, or something for that matter. One of his favorite things is to come here to the station and just listen, take in the sounds of life. Whenever he feels overwhelmed or upset, he likes to sit on the benches and tune out his own existence, to hear the stories of the countless number of people who come and go.
Sometimes he’ll hear snippets of a conversation and imagine a scenario for the words, try to guess the events that led up to the exchange at this very moment. Perhaps a college student who’d always dreamt of becoming a doctor is achieving her dream, learning how to save the lives of the people who are dear to her. Or a young boy who has lost his mother, calling out for her while holding back tears because he doesn’t want the world to see that he’s still weak without a guardian by his side.
And then there’s him; Oh Sehun. His story has never been very important. He’d much rather focus on others, tales more interesting and full of life. They know where they’re going, what they’re doing. They know what they like and who they are. Sehun likes that. He likes people.
He wonders what it’s like, to have a story. For something out of the ordinary to happen, to have that sort of realization that maybe you’re somebody after all. Is it gratifying? Will he recognize when it happens? Will it even happen? He’s not sure, but he likes to hope.
There are really only a specific few things Sehun likes apart from the station: waking up early in the morning when the sun has barely risen and the sky is the babiest of blues, coffee with only a spoonful of sugar and cream, when it rains and he doesn’t have an umbrella, and Luhan.
Luhan is one of the people Sehun has seen in the station. More than once, actually. Luhan isn’t even his real name as far as Sehun’s concerned, just an alias he came up with to suit the stranger’s pretty face. Luhan has the appearance of a doll, with wide doe-eyes, unblemished porcelain-like skin, and a smile fit for the gods. He’s never seen anyone as breathtaking, as undeniably flawless as Luhan, even considering all of the many people he’s watched.
But the thing he likes most about Luhan, the thing that initially drew his attention to the beautiful male, is that he is unable to figure out the stranger’s story. Luhan isn’t the first, certainly. He’s dealt with plenty of people whose stories went untouched for lack of imagination.
Luhan, though.... Luhan is different. With the others, he hadn’t cared what their story could be. If he couldn’t piece it together right away, then it wasn’t worth his time.
With Luhan, he wants to know. He doesn’t just want to take guesses here or there, to come up with some loose hypothesis of the angelic male’s life. That would make Luhan a character, someone who isn’t real. And honestly speaking, which Sehun isn’t very good at, he wants very much for Luhan to be real.
It would be a lie to say he hasn’t tried, however, to imagine Luhan. He’s cooked up scenarios in which the two of them converse, laugh together, go out to eat, and even kiss. Sehun visualizes Luhan’s lips being very soft, just like his sweet voice and delicate gaze.
The few times they’d locked gazes as Luhan passed by, Sehun had broken off a piece of his heart and offered it to Luhan, as if he wanted to say “Help me tell my story.” Somehow, Sehun thinks he can’t move forward without Luhan, like the male is a missing gear in the mechanics of his life and once fitted correctly, Sehun will begin working again.
He has yet to test this theory, but he figures the right time will come. It had for so many others, so why should he be any different?
And it does come. Sooner rather than later, too.
It’s raining that day, pretty heavily just like Sehun likes. He takes his time walking to the station, letting the water droplets seep into his clothes and tingle lightly on his skin. He arrives and occupies his favorite bench, one that gives him a view of the whole station. People are rushing to and fro, hurrying to get out of the rain and into the next train to get where they’re going.
He rather likes days like this, when everyone’s so absorbed with their own story, too busy fixing their makeup and attempting to dry damp clothes with the bathroom hand dryers. It gives him a lot to think about, distracts him more than the usual days.
Which explains why he’s caught entirely off guard when a gentle voice speaks beside him, a familiar impeccable stranger sitting down directly next to him. “You’re soaking wet,” Luhan chuckles, smiling warmly. “Did you forget your umbrella?”
Sehun isn’t one to become tongue-tied under any circumstances, but he’s so taken aback that words evade him and he’s left staring a bit dumbfoundedly at the perfect male, all thought of anyone else in the world easily discarded.
“Wh- I-I didn’t bring one,” Sehun finally manages to say, realizing only too late how silly he sounds as Luhan giggles. “I-I mean,” he adds quickly, “I like the rain. I prefer not to use an umbrella.” Luhan nods understandingly, smile still gracing his lips. Sehun thinks those lips are a little too pretty, and all too kissable for Luhan’s good.
A moment of silence passes before Luhan is teasingly asking, “So, Mr. I-like-the-rain, do you live at the station?” Sehun’s eyes widen and he feels blush creep along his cheeks.
“Wh- th-that is, I mean-” he stammers. Sehun doesn’t stammer. Luhan giggles again, though, and Sehun thinks maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stammer again, if he can hear Luhan’s laugh. “I come here often,” he mumbles. “I like it here.”
“Me too,” Luhan says, eyes crinkling tenderly as he smiles a bit wider. “There are a lot of interesting people, no?” Sehun nods briefly.
“You included,” he wants to say, but he stops himself. Instead, he asks, “What’s your name?” because he’s painfully curious, and feels a bit awkward referring to the stranger by a name that isn’t really his own.
The response he gets, though, takes him completely by surprise. “Luhan,” says Luhan, and for a moment, Sehun is certain he’s dreaming.There’s simply no way he could have guessed someone’s name correctly like this, especially not such a unique name as Luhan.
“I knew it!” he blurts, the words escaping him before he has much time to actually think about them. Luhan cocks his head to one side, giving Sehun a look that he knows is supposed to be suspicious but really just looks ridiculously cute. “Wh-what I mean is, when I saw you, I thought maybe that name would suit you.”
“I see,” Luhan represses a smile, arms folded across his chest.
It is then that Sehun takes in his full appearance; the crisp, black suit, briefcase and umbrella resting by his feet, perfectly styled hair, petite figure that Sehun wants to tightly embrace and never let go. He’s reminded of how much he feels that he needs Luhan in his life.
“And what’s your name?” Luhan’s voice brings him back, and he realizes he’s been staring a little too obviously, from the amused look on the pretty male’s face.
“Guess,” he says, blushing again when Luhan cocks an eyebrow. If he knows Luhan’s name without actually meeting him, and Luhan manages to know his name, then maybe they really are meant to be with each other in some way.
“All right, but here’s warning you I’m terrible at guessing,” Luhan says, hesitant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Um........... Is it... Jongin?” Or maybe not. Sehun laughs and shakes his head. “What about Joonmyun?” Nope. “Kyungsoo? Baekhyun? Chanyeol?” Sehun muffles more laughter against the back of his hand at Luhan’s exasperated expression. “See? I told you I’m bad at guessing!”
“One more guess,” Sehun says, smiling. Luhan pouts, blush tinging his cheeks before he touches one finger to his lips, thinking deeply.
“Is your name... Sehun?” he asks softly, and it’s as if everything has fallen into place. It feels almost too right, to hear his name spoken by that sweet voice, spilling over smooth lips like raindrops leaving clouds. He can’t fight the wide smile that makes its way across his face.
“That’s it,” he says. “You’re not that bad, after all.” Luhan blushes a light shade of pink that flatters his features quite faultlessly.
“Says Mr. I-know-your-name-without-ever-having-spoken-to-you...” the attractive male mutters, pouting again. “And what else have you ‘guessed’ about me, huh?” Sehun frowns.
“Nothing,” he replies hesitantly, “I... wanted to wait and hear it from you...”
“Aha!” Luhan exclaims, “So you admit you were watching me!” Sehun blushes fiercely, eyes widening, mouth open to protest before Luhan continues. “It’s OK, I... Kind of watched you, too,” he says, sheepishly running a hand through his hair. “You always looked... lonely? I-I don’t really know. A-are you lonely?”
Sehun thinks Luhan is cute when he’s flustered.
“No, not really,” Sehun says honestly. “I like being on my own. It’s better that way, since I can watch everyone else without being bothered.” Luhan stiffens a bit.
“Am I bothering you, then?” he asks, looking at Sehun with those doe eyes, bottom lip jutting out.
“N-n-no!” Sehun answers hastily, swallowing hard. “You’re not bothering me at all, I promise.” Luhan’s smile returns in a heartbeat, lighting up his whole face and making Sehun feel particularly warm, even in his wet clothes.
“Good,” he says. “Does that mean I have permission to keep bothering you?” Sehun swallows again and nods shortly, still blushing. “Perfect. Well, then, I should be on my way. I don’t want to miss my train!” he chuckles a bit, standing and brushing himself off before reaching down and grabbing his briefcase and umbrella.
“Work?” Sehun asks.
“Yup,” Luhan responds, looking toward the direction of the train as people begin boarding. “Oh,” he says suddenly, setting his things down again to remove his jacket and wrap it around a surprised Sehun’s shoulders. “You’ll catch a cold if you sit around in wet clothes. You should change into dry ones as soon as possible,” he smiles gently, then picks up his briefcase and umbrella once more. “Bye, Sehun.”
As Sehun watches Luhan’s retreating figure, he finds himself thinking a multitude of things. Like how Luhan is a very thoughtful person, giving his nice and probably expensive jacket to a complete stranger he only just met today. And how next time they talk, he wants to ask Luhan what kind of job he has and what his hobbies are and what his childhood was like. And how right now, his thoughts are solely focused on Luhan and not the hundreds of other people spread out around the station.
And if he’s being honest, he likes it that way. Maybe this is the change he’s been waiting for, and more is in store for him.
“Luhan,” he calls out, unable to contain a smile as he jumps up from his seat. Luhan barely has any time to turn around before Sehun has tackled him, crashing their lips together. He ignores the noises of alarm the other passersby make at his bold action, settling instead on the the way Luhan shifts slightly to hold him better, the way their lips seem to mold together in a kiss that takes his breath away.
“See you later?” Sehun exhales as he pulls away, panting slightly. Luhan is smiling, his eyes almost disappearing into the crescents they form.
“Of course,” he says, pecking Sehun’s mouth once more before departing onto the train.
Sehun can scarcely think, the strange looks from the people around him meaning nothing in comparison to the promise he’s just exchanged with Luhan.
Suddenly he doesn’t care about their stories, doesn’t care what they might be doing or what led up to them doing it. He does care about Luhan’s story, and the concept of learning more about him is very appealing coupled with the idea that they’ll share more kisses.
Maybe it is time to start thinking about his own story. Sehun’s story that begins with Luhan.
Rating: pg
Word count: 2170
Summary: Sehun likes watching people.
(omasfmkaf sorry this is so fluffy and cheesy and ughknf idrk where it came from but i hope it doesnt make your eyes bleed T U T)
Sehun sits with his head angled down, gazing intently at the floor as people walk by. He’s glanced up a few times, only to be met by the uninterested looks of a businessman with coffee stains on his shirt, a mother hurrying her two children toward the subway, an old woman with more wrinkles on her face than words in Sehun’s vocabulary, and a man wearing women’s perfume. But sometimes he likes it better when he can’t see anyone, when the bustling sounds of the station paint more vivid pictures than the actual sights.
It’s not exactly that he’s waiting for someone, or something for that matter. One of his favorite things is to come here to the station and just listen, take in the sounds of life. Whenever he feels overwhelmed or upset, he likes to sit on the benches and tune out his own existence, to hear the stories of the countless number of people who come and go.
Sometimes he’ll hear snippets of a conversation and imagine a scenario for the words, try to guess the events that led up to the exchange at this very moment. Perhaps a college student who’d always dreamt of becoming a doctor is achieving her dream, learning how to save the lives of the people who are dear to her. Or a young boy who has lost his mother, calling out for her while holding back tears because he doesn’t want the world to see that he’s still weak without a guardian by his side.
And then there’s him; Oh Sehun. His story has never been very important. He’d much rather focus on others, tales more interesting and full of life. They know where they’re going, what they’re doing. They know what they like and who they are. Sehun likes that. He likes people.
He wonders what it’s like, to have a story. For something out of the ordinary to happen, to have that sort of realization that maybe you’re somebody after all. Is it gratifying? Will he recognize when it happens? Will it even happen? He’s not sure, but he likes to hope.
There are really only a specific few things Sehun likes apart from the station: waking up early in the morning when the sun has barely risen and the sky is the babiest of blues, coffee with only a spoonful of sugar and cream, when it rains and he doesn’t have an umbrella, and Luhan.
Luhan is one of the people Sehun has seen in the station. More than once, actually. Luhan isn’t even his real name as far as Sehun’s concerned, just an alias he came up with to suit the stranger’s pretty face. Luhan has the appearance of a doll, with wide doe-eyes, unblemished porcelain-like skin, and a smile fit for the gods. He’s never seen anyone as breathtaking, as undeniably flawless as Luhan, even considering all of the many people he’s watched.
But the thing he likes most about Luhan, the thing that initially drew his attention to the beautiful male, is that he is unable to figure out the stranger’s story. Luhan isn’t the first, certainly. He’s dealt with plenty of people whose stories went untouched for lack of imagination.
Luhan, though.... Luhan is different. With the others, he hadn’t cared what their story could be. If he couldn’t piece it together right away, then it wasn’t worth his time.
With Luhan, he wants to know. He doesn’t just want to take guesses here or there, to come up with some loose hypothesis of the angelic male’s life. That would make Luhan a character, someone who isn’t real. And honestly speaking, which Sehun isn’t very good at, he wants very much for Luhan to be real.
It would be a lie to say he hasn’t tried, however, to imagine Luhan. He’s cooked up scenarios in which the two of them converse, laugh together, go out to eat, and even kiss. Sehun visualizes Luhan’s lips being very soft, just like his sweet voice and delicate gaze.
The few times they’d locked gazes as Luhan passed by, Sehun had broken off a piece of his heart and offered it to Luhan, as if he wanted to say “Help me tell my story.” Somehow, Sehun thinks he can’t move forward without Luhan, like the male is a missing gear in the mechanics of his life and once fitted correctly, Sehun will begin working again.
He has yet to test this theory, but he figures the right time will come. It had for so many others, so why should he be any different?
And it does come. Sooner rather than later, too.
It’s raining that day, pretty heavily just like Sehun likes. He takes his time walking to the station, letting the water droplets seep into his clothes and tingle lightly on his skin. He arrives and occupies his favorite bench, one that gives him a view of the whole station. People are rushing to and fro, hurrying to get out of the rain and into the next train to get where they’re going.
He rather likes days like this, when everyone’s so absorbed with their own story, too busy fixing their makeup and attempting to dry damp clothes with the bathroom hand dryers. It gives him a lot to think about, distracts him more than the usual days.
Which explains why he’s caught entirely off guard when a gentle voice speaks beside him, a familiar impeccable stranger sitting down directly next to him. “You’re soaking wet,” Luhan chuckles, smiling warmly. “Did you forget your umbrella?”
Sehun isn’t one to become tongue-tied under any circumstances, but he’s so taken aback that words evade him and he’s left staring a bit dumbfoundedly at the perfect male, all thought of anyone else in the world easily discarded.
“Wh- I-I didn’t bring one,” Sehun finally manages to say, realizing only too late how silly he sounds as Luhan giggles. “I-I mean,” he adds quickly, “I like the rain. I prefer not to use an umbrella.” Luhan nods understandingly, smile still gracing his lips. Sehun thinks those lips are a little too pretty, and all too kissable for Luhan’s good.
A moment of silence passes before Luhan is teasingly asking, “So, Mr. I-like-the-rain, do you live at the station?” Sehun’s eyes widen and he feels blush creep along his cheeks.
“Wh- th-that is, I mean-” he stammers. Sehun doesn’t stammer. Luhan giggles again, though, and Sehun thinks maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stammer again, if he can hear Luhan’s laugh. “I come here often,” he mumbles. “I like it here.”
“Me too,” Luhan says, eyes crinkling tenderly as he smiles a bit wider. “There are a lot of interesting people, no?” Sehun nods briefly.
“You included,” he wants to say, but he stops himself. Instead, he asks, “What’s your name?” because he’s painfully curious, and feels a bit awkward referring to the stranger by a name that isn’t really his own.
The response he gets, though, takes him completely by surprise. “Luhan,” says Luhan, and for a moment, Sehun is certain he’s dreaming.There’s simply no way he could have guessed someone’s name correctly like this, especially not such a unique name as Luhan.
“I knew it!” he blurts, the words escaping him before he has much time to actually think about them. Luhan cocks his head to one side, giving Sehun a look that he knows is supposed to be suspicious but really just looks ridiculously cute. “Wh-what I mean is, when I saw you, I thought maybe that name would suit you.”
“I see,” Luhan represses a smile, arms folded across his chest.
It is then that Sehun takes in his full appearance; the crisp, black suit, briefcase and umbrella resting by his feet, perfectly styled hair, petite figure that Sehun wants to tightly embrace and never let go. He’s reminded of how much he feels that he needs Luhan in his life.
“And what’s your name?” Luhan’s voice brings him back, and he realizes he’s been staring a little too obviously, from the amused look on the pretty male’s face.
“Guess,” he says, blushing again when Luhan cocks an eyebrow. If he knows Luhan’s name without actually meeting him, and Luhan manages to know his name, then maybe they really are meant to be with each other in some way.
“All right, but here’s warning you I’m terrible at guessing,” Luhan says, hesitant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Um........... Is it... Jongin?” Or maybe not. Sehun laughs and shakes his head. “What about Joonmyun?” Nope. “Kyungsoo? Baekhyun? Chanyeol?” Sehun muffles more laughter against the back of his hand at Luhan’s exasperated expression. “See? I told you I’m bad at guessing!”
“One more guess,” Sehun says, smiling. Luhan pouts, blush tinging his cheeks before he touches one finger to his lips, thinking deeply.
“Is your name... Sehun?” he asks softly, and it’s as if everything has fallen into place. It feels almost too right, to hear his name spoken by that sweet voice, spilling over smooth lips like raindrops leaving clouds. He can’t fight the wide smile that makes its way across his face.
“That’s it,” he says. “You’re not that bad, after all.” Luhan blushes a light shade of pink that flatters his features quite faultlessly.
“Says Mr. I-know-your-name-without-ever-having-spoken-to-you...” the attractive male mutters, pouting again. “And what else have you ‘guessed’ about me, huh?” Sehun frowns.
“Nothing,” he replies hesitantly, “I... wanted to wait and hear it from you...”
“Aha!” Luhan exclaims, “So you admit you were watching me!” Sehun blushes fiercely, eyes widening, mouth open to protest before Luhan continues. “It’s OK, I... Kind of watched you, too,” he says, sheepishly running a hand through his hair. “You always looked... lonely? I-I don’t really know. A-are you lonely?”
Sehun thinks Luhan is cute when he’s flustered.
“No, not really,” Sehun says honestly. “I like being on my own. It’s better that way, since I can watch everyone else without being bothered.” Luhan stiffens a bit.
“Am I bothering you, then?” he asks, looking at Sehun with those doe eyes, bottom lip jutting out.
“N-n-no!” Sehun answers hastily, swallowing hard. “You’re not bothering me at all, I promise.” Luhan’s smile returns in a heartbeat, lighting up his whole face and making Sehun feel particularly warm, even in his wet clothes.
“Good,” he says. “Does that mean I have permission to keep bothering you?” Sehun swallows again and nods shortly, still blushing. “Perfect. Well, then, I should be on my way. I don’t want to miss my train!” he chuckles a bit, standing and brushing himself off before reaching down and grabbing his briefcase and umbrella.
“Work?” Sehun asks.
“Yup,” Luhan responds, looking toward the direction of the train as people begin boarding. “Oh,” he says suddenly, setting his things down again to remove his jacket and wrap it around a surprised Sehun’s shoulders. “You’ll catch a cold if you sit around in wet clothes. You should change into dry ones as soon as possible,” he smiles gently, then picks up his briefcase and umbrella once more. “Bye, Sehun.”
As Sehun watches Luhan’s retreating figure, he finds himself thinking a multitude of things. Like how Luhan is a very thoughtful person, giving his nice and probably expensive jacket to a complete stranger he only just met today. And how next time they talk, he wants to ask Luhan what kind of job he has and what his hobbies are and what his childhood was like. And how right now, his thoughts are solely focused on Luhan and not the hundreds of other people spread out around the station.
And if he’s being honest, he likes it that way. Maybe this is the change he’s been waiting for, and more is in store for him.
“Luhan,” he calls out, unable to contain a smile as he jumps up from his seat. Luhan barely has any time to turn around before Sehun has tackled him, crashing their lips together. He ignores the noises of alarm the other passersby make at his bold action, settling instead on the the way Luhan shifts slightly to hold him better, the way their lips seem to mold together in a kiss that takes his breath away.
“See you later?” Sehun exhales as he pulls away, panting slightly. Luhan is smiling, his eyes almost disappearing into the crescents they form.
“Of course,” he says, pecking Sehun’s mouth once more before departing onto the train.
Sehun can scarcely think, the strange looks from the people around him meaning nothing in comparison to the promise he’s just exchanged with Luhan.
Suddenly he doesn’t care about their stories, doesn’t care what they might be doing or what led up to them doing it. He does care about Luhan’s story, and the concept of learning more about him is very appealing coupled with the idea that they’ll share more kisses.
Maybe it is time to start thinking about his own story. Sehun’s story that begins with Luhan.