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lolita (repost)
pairing: lu han/sehun
rating: r
summary: a lazy afternoon on an old rocking chair.
“please... please. you’re the only one I can count on,” the last plea of a sickly woman still echoed in lu han’s mind, her words raspy with desperation, barely comprehensible. her breaths were labored, heavy, each one sucked in with carefulness and fear, exhaled with relief. a scarily bony hand clung to lu han’s wrist.
"i beg you... don’t just. please. take care of him. for me.”
the hand fell limp, the monitor’s rhythmic beeping stopped. lu han was brought back to the present.
sleepy eyes under heavy lids stared at him blankly, containing an unvoiced question. the boy lowered the book from which he’d been reading out loud - about love, long words twining into an endless lullaby meant solely for lu han’s ears. licking his adolescent lips in invitation, as he was aware of the effect he had, sehun placed the collection of poems on the coffee table, not to be touched again for hours to come.
searching for signs of discomfort on the features burnt to his memory, the boy shifted on lu han’s lap, his little gasps bringing a soft, fond smile on the man’s lips.
the rocking chair creaked.
in nothing but a long white cotton shirt, sehun curled into his custodian, his caretaker, his guardian, the man that his world revolved around. this was his favorite game, pushing their limits until they reached insanity with silence thickly wrapped around them like an unbreakable spell.
lu han’s fingers lost their grace, grasping and groping, blindly dancing on a body so small, so vulnerable, breakable.
a shameless man he was, never sparing an innocent glance at the boy a whole decade younger than him. he did not, could not suffocate the beginnings of a dangerous attraction when sehun stood before him, a thing of immeasurable beauty and innocence the claws of reality had yet to contaminate.
the boy was unconsciously seductive in all his childishness, throwing his head back earnestly as he laughed, without a smidgen of pretense.
sehun’s limbs were lanky, awkward even, too thin, too light, too weak to fight off the nightmares. but lu han was there, peppering his collarbones, his chest, his neck, his jawline, the apples of his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and finally, his petal pale mouth, with promises sweeter than honey, gentler than feathers.
it was everything sehun never knew to wish for.
specks of dust glittered in the sunlight, the wooden bars of the rocker pressed into his legs and lu han was all around him. the man was admiring him with a gaze so familiar to sehun, one that spoke of an emotional depth he was too young to fathom.
lu han had taught him a lot, everything sehun knew of attachments and accidental bonds, of pain and pleasure.
the man sehun was supposed to see as a father figure was selfish, indeed, protecting him from the world only to treat his skin as a blank canvas, creating a masterpiece with his fingertips. lu han was an awful person, taking advantage of the requests of sehun’s mother only to sully her greatest treasure.
by no means did lu han plan for this to happen, in a small room with faded floral prints covering the walls, but sehun was a drug to him, a crime he couldn’t stop himself from committing.
the boy whimpered and lu han silenced him with kisses, anguish flooding his senses at the thought of hurting sehun in his careless haste. sehun was angelic even as he cried, rays from the brightest star in the sky casting a halo around his overgrown hair. wiping away the stubborn tears that pierced lu han’s heart like knives, the man grunted and groaned, harmonizing with the little whines that escaped sehun’s throat.
somewhere in the distance, in another room with old furniture and photos of a smiling family, a clock ticked dully, alerting lu han of how out of sync his heartbeat was with the passing seconds.
only they existed, the world had stopped spinning. sehun’s lips twitched into a fragile smile and he placed his chin on top of his guardian’s shoulder.
the creaking stopped as the rocking chair came to a halt.
lu han held the boy close, wondering if he could call his sick fascination with sehun, bordering on obsession, love. it was a pointless discussion, really, when they had each other’s company to enjoy, plenty of time on their hands.
he was going to hell, anyway.
a/n: based on vladimir nabokov's "lolita" and written while listening to shinee's "obsession".
no comment tbh >_< (but i think this was originally dedicated to nighttimefalls???)
pairing: lu han/sehun
rating: r
summary: a lazy afternoon on an old rocking chair.
“please... please. you’re the only one I can count on,” the last plea of a sickly woman still echoed in lu han’s mind, her words raspy with desperation, barely comprehensible. her breaths were labored, heavy, each one sucked in with carefulness and fear, exhaled with relief. a scarily bony hand clung to lu han’s wrist.
"i beg you... don’t just. please. take care of him. for me.”
the hand fell limp, the monitor’s rhythmic beeping stopped. lu han was brought back to the present.
sleepy eyes under heavy lids stared at him blankly, containing an unvoiced question. the boy lowered the book from which he’d been reading out loud - about love, long words twining into an endless lullaby meant solely for lu han’s ears. licking his adolescent lips in invitation, as he was aware of the effect he had, sehun placed the collection of poems on the coffee table, not to be touched again for hours to come.
searching for signs of discomfort on the features burnt to his memory, the boy shifted on lu han’s lap, his little gasps bringing a soft, fond smile on the man’s lips.
the rocking chair creaked.
in nothing but a long white cotton shirt, sehun curled into his custodian, his caretaker, his guardian, the man that his world revolved around. this was his favorite game, pushing their limits until they reached insanity with silence thickly wrapped around them like an unbreakable spell.
lu han’s fingers lost their grace, grasping and groping, blindly dancing on a body so small, so vulnerable, breakable.
a shameless man he was, never sparing an innocent glance at the boy a whole decade younger than him. he did not, could not suffocate the beginnings of a dangerous attraction when sehun stood before him, a thing of immeasurable beauty and innocence the claws of reality had yet to contaminate.
the boy was unconsciously seductive in all his childishness, throwing his head back earnestly as he laughed, without a smidgen of pretense.
sehun’s limbs were lanky, awkward even, too thin, too light, too weak to fight off the nightmares. but lu han was there, peppering his collarbones, his chest, his neck, his jawline, the apples of his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and finally, his petal pale mouth, with promises sweeter than honey, gentler than feathers.
it was everything sehun never knew to wish for.
specks of dust glittered in the sunlight, the wooden bars of the rocker pressed into his legs and lu han was all around him. the man was admiring him with a gaze so familiar to sehun, one that spoke of an emotional depth he was too young to fathom.
lu han had taught him a lot, everything sehun knew of attachments and accidental bonds, of pain and pleasure.
the man sehun was supposed to see as a father figure was selfish, indeed, protecting him from the world only to treat his skin as a blank canvas, creating a masterpiece with his fingertips. lu han was an awful person, taking advantage of the requests of sehun’s mother only to sully her greatest treasure.
by no means did lu han plan for this to happen, in a small room with faded floral prints covering the walls, but sehun was a drug to him, a crime he couldn’t stop himself from committing.
the boy whimpered and lu han silenced him with kisses, anguish flooding his senses at the thought of hurting sehun in his careless haste. sehun was angelic even as he cried, rays from the brightest star in the sky casting a halo around his overgrown hair. wiping away the stubborn tears that pierced lu han’s heart like knives, the man grunted and groaned, harmonizing with the little whines that escaped sehun’s throat.
somewhere in the distance, in another room with old furniture and photos of a smiling family, a clock ticked dully, alerting lu han of how out of sync his heartbeat was with the passing seconds.
only they existed, the world had stopped spinning. sehun’s lips twitched into a fragile smile and he placed his chin on top of his guardian’s shoulder.
the creaking stopped as the rocking chair came to a halt.
lu han held the boy close, wondering if he could call his sick fascination with sehun, bordering on obsession, love. it was a pointless discussion, really, when they had each other’s company to enjoy, plenty of time on their hands.
he was going to hell, anyway.
a/n: based on vladimir nabokov's "lolita" and written while listening to shinee's "obsession".
no comment tbh >_< (but i think this was originally dedicated to nighttimefalls???)