weekends
Title: weekends
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Warning: unbeta-ed
Sehun scrutinise his reflection in the mirror. He turns around slightly, revealing scratch marks created by sinfully beautiful fingers that can do wonders. The marks are healing though. He could endure such temporary discomfort. It is almost painless. Those are nothing compared from waking up missing the warmth that lasts throughout the night but gone in the mornings.
He is willing to sacrifice his body but it hurts so badly. It made him suffer. Call him a masochist because he would keep on waiting and wanting although he knows very well that it would torment his soul.
...
Weekends are nearing. Sehun could not help but to feel excited. He loves the adrenaline rush whenever that person would stay the night. Honestly, Sehun is not the type who is up for one night stands or random flings but if it is him, he did not mind. Hell, he even memorises every dip and curve of his body like the back of his hand. Every scar, every blemish he has. It would be his imperfections that made him perfect. To Sehun, Luhan is a flawless being and no one could sully his virtue except for him.
The house bell rings, shaking Sehun from his momentary stupor. He could barely hide the smile forming on his usual stoic features. Giddy feeling forms in his stomach as he pads towards the door. Waiting for Luhan feels like eternity.
The door opens and Luhan flings himself on Sehun, kicking the door close with his right leg. Sehun tries to speak but is cut off by a pair of familiar feeling lips. He tries to mumble something but to no avail as their mouths are too occupied with each other.
Luhan’s hand slides up beneath Sehun’s sweatshirt and smirks as he notices that the clothing item is his. With half lidded eyes he asks, “Have you been missing me lately?” Sehun chuckles and buries his head in the crook of Luhan’s neck. Secretly hoping that he would know how much Sehun yearns for him.
Clothes are discarded and strewn all over the room. They could not care less especially when their hands are busy roaming around each other’s bodies. The night passes with a tired but sated Luhan curling beneath Sehun’s firm arms.
...
Sehun would be the first to wake up, all the time. He watches the bright sunshine peeks through the blinds and falls onto Luhan’s face. It was at times like this Luhan looks the most beautiful albeit vulnerable. Sehun tries to prop himself on his left arm to stare comfortably but failed. A searing pain shoots through his back. He rolls off the bed and walks towards the dressing table.
As expected, few fresh scratches adorn his back. His previous scratch marks started to heal but he got new ones already. Suddenly, he spots Luhan standing behind him and his eyes wide.
“...Hey...are those...by me?”
Sehun keep his mouth shut but Luhan understands, tears starting to pool in his eyes.
“...Shit. I’m so sorry okay, I didn’t mean to hurt you...I just...” His words are cut off as Sehun engulfs his body in a hug.
Sehun gently trace circles on Luhan’s back in an attempt to comfort him. “No, don’t cry. They would disappear quickly, trust me.” Luhan chokes on his tears “...Really?”
“Really” Sehun stares into his beautiful eyes. It pains him to see the person he loved breaking down in front of him.
“I’m sorry...”
...
They sit on the couch and bodies pressing against each other. Luhan wraps his leg around Sehun’s long one while his arm drapes around the latter’s shoulders. Sehun likes these moments the most. It made him feel loved. Honestly, he is content by just holding hands. He looks at Luhan who seems to be absorbed into the sappy soap opera playing on the television.
Leave him. He knows he would not be able to say the words out loud. He did not even have the heart to, even. Minseok is a wonderful guy. He is kind, selfless, good-looking and financially able. Most important thing is that Luhan loves him. Sehun likes to think that no one could love Luhan as much as he does but he keeps that thought.
Luhan himself is wonderful. He got a steady job unlike Sehun and is living a perfect life. Sehun would usually see him with messed up office attire as a sign that he comes to Sehun’s place directly from work. On normal days, Luhan is the type of man that would always be seen in neat, pressed slacks, polished shoes and dress shirts. He is like a star, way out of reach compared to Sehun who is a mere object that is not significant. He is out of league meanwhile Minseok is just right and completely deserving of the angel Sehun pines for. Truth hurts.
...
The clock ticks a bit too rapidly to Sehun’s taste. Luhan is going to leave, again. Sometimes he wishes that he is granted with powers to time control. He wants Luhan to be by his side eternally. He wants to be the one to protect the love of his life through thick and thin. He wants to be the one to listen to all his perturbations.
But alas, Sehun knows perfectly well that those would just remain as fragments of his unspoken desires. It is most unlikely to happen but one can dream, right?
Luhan stands up to pick up his belongings, ready to return to his normal life. Back to Minseok who surely would be waiting at home. Sehun stands up too. Soft hands are placed on his nape; pulling him closer as their lips meld together like perfectly fitted puzzle pieces. Luhan is not one to be gentle so when he did, Sehun feels his knees liquefy. He did not want to let go but what could he possibly do. Luhan unlatches his hands before placing a kiss on his temple.
Luhan finally leaves and Sehun could hear his heart shattering into smithereens. He managed to subdue his tears this time. As usual, he would go back to his room, burying his face deep into the pillow as Luhan’s scent lingers. He would wear another piece of Luhan’s clothing left behind, again. This ritual would repeat until Luhan returns to him.
...
Sehun did not mind if he is considered a toy as long as it is for Luhan. He loves weekends because it would mean that Luhan would come back to him. It does not matter how but the man will end up in his arms after all. On weekdays, Luhan is home with Minseok. On weekends, Sehun is Luhan’s lover. Luhan will always love Sehun on the weekends, always.
a/n: i had please, sky by monday kiz on repeat while im on this lmao what even
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Warning: unbeta-ed
Sehun scrutinise his reflection in the mirror. He turns around slightly, revealing scratch marks created by sinfully beautiful fingers that can do wonders. The marks are healing though. He could endure such temporary discomfort. It is almost painless. Those are nothing compared from waking up missing the warmth that lasts throughout the night but gone in the mornings.
He is willing to sacrifice his body but it hurts so badly. It made him suffer. Call him a masochist because he would keep on waiting and wanting although he knows very well that it would torment his soul.
...
Weekends are nearing. Sehun could not help but to feel excited. He loves the adrenaline rush whenever that person would stay the night. Honestly, Sehun is not the type who is up for one night stands or random flings but if it is him, he did not mind. Hell, he even memorises every dip and curve of his body like the back of his hand. Every scar, every blemish he has. It would be his imperfections that made him perfect. To Sehun, Luhan is a flawless being and no one could sully his virtue except for him.
The house bell rings, shaking Sehun from his momentary stupor. He could barely hide the smile forming on his usual stoic features. Giddy feeling forms in his stomach as he pads towards the door. Waiting for Luhan feels like eternity.
The door opens and Luhan flings himself on Sehun, kicking the door close with his right leg. Sehun tries to speak but is cut off by a pair of familiar feeling lips. He tries to mumble something but to no avail as their mouths are too occupied with each other.
Luhan’s hand slides up beneath Sehun’s sweatshirt and smirks as he notices that the clothing item is his. With half lidded eyes he asks, “Have you been missing me lately?” Sehun chuckles and buries his head in the crook of Luhan’s neck. Secretly hoping that he would know how much Sehun yearns for him.
Clothes are discarded and strewn all over the room. They could not care less especially when their hands are busy roaming around each other’s bodies. The night passes with a tired but sated Luhan curling beneath Sehun’s firm arms.
...
Sehun would be the first to wake up, all the time. He watches the bright sunshine peeks through the blinds and falls onto Luhan’s face. It was at times like this Luhan looks the most beautiful albeit vulnerable. Sehun tries to prop himself on his left arm to stare comfortably but failed. A searing pain shoots through his back. He rolls off the bed and walks towards the dressing table.
As expected, few fresh scratches adorn his back. His previous scratch marks started to heal but he got new ones already. Suddenly, he spots Luhan standing behind him and his eyes wide.
“...Hey...are those...by me?”
Sehun keep his mouth shut but Luhan understands, tears starting to pool in his eyes.
“...Shit. I’m so sorry okay, I didn’t mean to hurt you...I just...” His words are cut off as Sehun engulfs his body in a hug.
Sehun gently trace circles on Luhan’s back in an attempt to comfort him. “No, don’t cry. They would disappear quickly, trust me.” Luhan chokes on his tears “...Really?”
“Really” Sehun stares into his beautiful eyes. It pains him to see the person he loved breaking down in front of him.
“I’m sorry...”
...
They sit on the couch and bodies pressing against each other. Luhan wraps his leg around Sehun’s long one while his arm drapes around the latter’s shoulders. Sehun likes these moments the most. It made him feel loved. Honestly, he is content by just holding hands. He looks at Luhan who seems to be absorbed into the sappy soap opera playing on the television.
Leave him. He knows he would not be able to say the words out loud. He did not even have the heart to, even. Minseok is a wonderful guy. He is kind, selfless, good-looking and financially able. Most important thing is that Luhan loves him. Sehun likes to think that no one could love Luhan as much as he does but he keeps that thought.
Luhan himself is wonderful. He got a steady job unlike Sehun and is living a perfect life. Sehun would usually see him with messed up office attire as a sign that he comes to Sehun’s place directly from work. On normal days, Luhan is the type of man that would always be seen in neat, pressed slacks, polished shoes and dress shirts. He is like a star, way out of reach compared to Sehun who is a mere object that is not significant. He is out of league meanwhile Minseok is just right and completely deserving of the angel Sehun pines for. Truth hurts.
...
The clock ticks a bit too rapidly to Sehun’s taste. Luhan is going to leave, again. Sometimes he wishes that he is granted with powers to time control. He wants Luhan to be by his side eternally. He wants to be the one to protect the love of his life through thick and thin. He wants to be the one to listen to all his perturbations.
But alas, Sehun knows perfectly well that those would just remain as fragments of his unspoken desires. It is most unlikely to happen but one can dream, right?
Luhan stands up to pick up his belongings, ready to return to his normal life. Back to Minseok who surely would be waiting at home. Sehun stands up too. Soft hands are placed on his nape; pulling him closer as their lips meld together like perfectly fitted puzzle pieces. Luhan is not one to be gentle so when he did, Sehun feels his knees liquefy. He did not want to let go but what could he possibly do. Luhan unlatches his hands before placing a kiss on his temple.
Luhan finally leaves and Sehun could hear his heart shattering into smithereens. He managed to subdue his tears this time. As usual, he would go back to his room, burying his face deep into the pillow as Luhan’s scent lingers. He would wear another piece of Luhan’s clothing left behind, again. This ritual would repeat until Luhan returns to him.
...
Sehun did not mind if he is considered a toy as long as it is for Luhan. He loves weekends because it would mean that Luhan would come back to him. It does not matter how but the man will end up in his arms after all. On weekdays, Luhan is home with Minseok. On weekends, Sehun is Luhan’s lover. Luhan will always love Sehun on the weekends, always.
a/n: i had please, sky by monday kiz on repeat while im on this lmao what even