Ladylike [2]
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From: Sehun
What are you doing tonight?
It's the Friday after Jongin had ran into Sehun at the grocery store, and it's the first text Sehun has sent him. When Jongin receives it, he's in his sweats, headset on, trying his best to not yell at his failing teammates in the first person shooter he's playing. His phone lights up, the screen previews the message, and he immediately backs out of the mission.
“See ya nerds!” he says before disconnecting the frustrated cussing from around the world. He takes off his headset and opens up the text message, lying back on the couch with his bare feet hanging over the armrest.
From: Jongin
Nothing so far. Do you have plans?
Seeing as how they met at the club, Jongin half considers that they might do that tonight. But, then again, that doesn't sound very appealing at all. Sehun in a miniskirt: yes. Homophobic club: no.
Sehun’s reply comes back fairly quickly.
From: Sehun
You're probably playing video games. Don't lie.
From: Sehun
Can I come play with you?
Despite all the inappropriate innuendoes that fly through Jongin’s head, he keeps his composure. He's a little surprised Sehun wants to actually come to his place; they don't know each other that well, and Sehun is very, very young to be in a bachelor pad like this. But then again, what harm could it do?
From: Jongin
...I am playing video games, yes, and would love to have your company.
From: Jongin
If you aren't dressed like a slob you’re not allowed in sorry
From: Sehun
Sweats ✅
I'll bring food
Jongin sends off his address and grins a little to himself… before glancing around the apartment and actually looking at it. Oh, God.
Enough empty plastic water and gatorade bottles to build a raft to survive on when Sehun cries and floods the neighborhood from the sheer horror of the apartment. Chanyeol’s bong water hasn't been changed in God knows how long which means that if, on the off chance that Sehun takes a hit, he would probably rather lick the inside of Jongin’s sneaker and get a better high from it as well. The dishes in the sink aren't crusty from food, at least, but Jongin and Chanyeol could probably supply a greek wedding celebration with how many plates are stacked.
“Fuck.”
Sehun won't be by for a few hours, yet, so Jongin takes his time to decide how to clean. He chooses to do it in sections so he doesn't get overwhelmed; by the time he's done he lets out a satisfied sigh, wiping the sweat from his brow. It's not that they're always this slob-ish, but… they also haven't had company in a while. He showers and cleans up, putting on a clean pair of sweats and an old anime tshirt (who does he have to impress? Oh, wait. He switches his One Piece shirt for an old Adidas tee), and as he's ruffling his hair dry he hears a knock on the door.
Sehun is a sight for sore eyes in… many ways. One, because Jongin has been looking forward to seeing Sehun since they parted ways at the grocery store. Two, because Jongin has been alone all week, Chanyeol having gone off on holiday with his family. And three… well, just: Sehun.
“Hey,” Jongin greets, allowing Sehun in and subtly giving the teen a once-over.
Indeed, Sehun is wearing sweats -- but… not the kind Jongin had expected. They were, without a doubt, women's sweatpants, ‘boyfriend’ fit with a tight waist and tapered legs, dark grey in color. The sweater Sehun is wearing is mint colored, loose on one shoulder and exposing the black tank top (sports bra? Jongin’s mind wanders...) underneath. His baby pink hair is tousled in loose waves and worn down, free of extensions, but there's some bobby pins holding back his bangs cutely.
“What?” Sehun mumbles a bit defensively as he toes off his shoes. His toenails are painted pastel purple.
“Um--” Jongin shakes his head and chuckles a bit. “Nothing. It's just good to see you again.”
Sehun holds up a plastic bag, thin lips pressed together but his eyes warm. “I brought take out.”
Jongin claps his hands thankfully and takes the bag, “You're fucking amazing.”
This is love.
Sehun makes no comment about the appearance of Jongin’s apartment, which he'll take as a silent compliment. They make camp on the couch with greasy Chinese food and Jongin’s PlayStation, and Sehun is all too ready when he sees the latest first person shooter thumbnail on the home screen.
“I only get to play video games when I'm with friends,” Sehun explains, crunching on a few water chestnuts. “Mom wants me to focus on schoolwork.”
Jongin cracks open a soda, “Well, whenever you need a break from all that, you're welcome to come here.”
It's a casual offer, but the way Sehun slides his glance over towards Jongin says otherwise. Sitting on the couch, legs criss-cross and food carton hovering over his lap, Sehun looks eighteen as fuck, and Jongin becomes acutely aware of the fact that they hardly know anything about one another.
“...Really?” Sehun hedges.
Jongin offers a reassuring smile, “Really.” Fuck it.
Sehun’s thin lips curl into a satisfied smile and his eyes go back to the television. “Thanks.”
The warmth that spreads through Jongin’s body is borderline scary.
--
They end up playing for hours; from shooters to RPG’s to puzzle games -- they play well together, and in that time have managed to learn a lot about each other as well. Sehun studies biology and has dance as an extracurricular, something his parents don't necessarily approve of. He's best friends with a sassy Chinese kid that encourages him to do whatever the fuck he wants, and he's addicted to bubble tea… and most milk products.
“Can I ask you something?” Jongin asks after they've grown tired of the games, Netflix playing some documentary on mute in the background with the radio playing softly over it. They're still on the couch, but much cozier; Jongin is tucked into the corner at an angle so he can face Sehun, who is tucked in much the same way, their toes inches from touching. Jongin feels a little like a girl having a sleepover, but it feels… nice. Refreshing. Young.
Sehun sends him a wry smile, reaching up to tuck a lock of baby pink hair behind a heavily pierced ear. “Can I guess what you're gonna ask?”
Jongin feels the flush creep up the back of his neck. “Well-- you probably know.” he ruffles his hair. “You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I don't want to come off as rude.”
Sehun’s shoulder lifts in a shrug, the material of the soft mint sweater sliding further down a pale arm. “It's not offensive. You're the first person to… know, really, so I guess you deserve some answers.”
Chewing his lip, Jongin regards Sehun’s face. He's not wearing any makeup or false eyelashes, his extensions and padded bra absent, and yet somehow he's still the Baby Pink he met at the bar.
“I'm not… confused,” Sehun starts out, slowly, like it’s the first time he's saying it out loud. It may be. “I'm comfortable, actually. I never really understood gender roles when I was little. Some days I wanted to wear pants, some days dresses. My parents thought it was a phase when I would ask for my sister's hand-me-downs, but when I was ten I started asking about makeup.” he hums. “I still played soccer and jumped in mud puddles and liked bugs… but I also liked soft, feminine things too.” Slender fingers start picking at the hem of his sweats around his delicate ankles, his eyes lowered. “My parents brushed it under the rug and allowed me to do what I wanted at home, but didn't want anyone to know. So it was kept secret.”
Jongin feels his heart ache. He doesn't know what to say, so he stays silent, allowing Sehun to continue.
“When I got into high school I met Zitao. He's never asked how or why -- he found a bra in my closet one night when he slept over and just automatically assumed it was mine, and accepted it.” Sehun smiles a bit, clearly fond of the memory. “The next day he gathered all his allowance and took me shopping. I had my own skirts and tops, underwear… even makeup.” he sighs happily, leaning more comfortably against the arm of the couch, lifting his gaze to Jongin’s. “I've never identified as strictly male or female, gay or straight or otherwise… and I don't know that I ever will.” A soft shrug, this one less careless and more accepting. “That probably doesn't answer your question directly, but that's all I've got.”
Jongin feels himself smiling. “I'm glad that you met Zitao.” he says. “And your parents…?”
“Still brush it under the rug.” Sehun replies in a way that sounds flippant, but Jongin knows otherwise. “But it's ok. I've figured out how to balance my life.”
Now, Jongin frowns. “Life isn't about balance, it's about immersion.” he rubs the back of his neck, clearing his throat. God, does he sound like a lecturing adult?
Sehun wiggles his foot until pastel painted toes press against the top of Jongin’s socked foot. “I'm glad I met you.” he says, after a pause.
Glancing up, Jongin is surprised to see the smile on Sehun’s face. It's not oppressed, vandalized, or a cover-up. Sehun is really smiling at Jongin like he is happy they met and Jongin lets out a soft laugh, a bit amazed at that. From grinding on the dance floor, to saving Sehun from assholes, to them sitting on Jongin’s couch -- Sehun does seem happy.
If this is love, Jongin is fucked.
--
It becomes a weekly routine, that Sehun comes over on Friday nights. Jongin stops going out to the bar, Sehun starts to open up and get more relaxed -- Chanyeol meets Sehun, officially, and is rather excited about Sehun’s gender fluidity. Then again Chanyeol gets excited when there's a newspaper to read on the bus so Jongin is just sure it's in Chanyeol’s personality to just be amazed and excited about everything.
Jongin discovers that Sehun has a varying range of laughs, from clapping seal to ugly throwback. He discovers that Sehun loves kimbap but hates pickled radish, and that he can't have caffeine after eleven in the morning or else he'll be up all night. He learns that Sehun is very conscious about grooming himself, but for the sole purpose that Sehun just plain enjoys it more so than for his appearance. Jongin also learns that Sehun doesn't mind feet, which was learned after Sehun grabbed Jongin’s foot one night and started filing his toenails. Sehun has a special kind of skinship -- it's subtle and shy, but every touch means something. He's got a freckle on his neck and offers to do the dishes when he helps dirty them and really, honestly, Jongin is so fucked.
Eight Fridays in, when Jongin opens up the door for Sehun to come in, he's… floored.
Sehun is wearing a knee-length bodycon dress, dark blue with shimmer waving down the s-line and long sleeves. His extensions are in and curled in loose waves, bangs wispy, makeup fresh and dewy and strappy heels on his feet. Jongin feels his mouth go dry and he quickly stumbles back to allow Sehun in, shutting the door behind him.
“Uh--” Jongin greets politely.
Sehun tucks some hair behind an ear, “I was thinking we could go… out to eat, tonight?”
“Like a date?” Jongin replies, scholar that he is.
Sehun snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, like an escort service.” he smacks Jongin’s elbow with his white embroidered clutch. “Yes, a date.”
“Ok, ok,” Jongin laughs, rubbing his elbow idly. “I'll go change.”
He heads off to his bedroom, and once he shuts the door, he panics. A date. When was the last time he's been on one? A real one? Where you dress up and take a taxi somewhere and spend money and oh God he's gonna go on a date with eighteen-year-old gender-bending Oh Sehun.
What the fuck is he gonna wear?
He starts rifling through his closet, thankful he showered. He finds a pair of black fitted slacks and a white button up, tossing them onto the bed. He changes his underwear and socks, just to be sure, and then starts pulling up his slacks. Shit, should he wear a white shirt? What if he gets food on it? What if Sehun leans against him and smears makeup on it? Fuck fuck fuck. A quick dig through his closet makes him realize his dress attire is either “high class waiter” or “funeral”. Awesome. He decides to go with the white shirt after all, the cut Romeo style with loose sleeves tapered at the wrists and an angled collar. He pulls everything on and checks himself in the mirror, turning this way and that, before deciding to unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt. Makes him look more tan. He grabs some pomade and works it through his hair, not too greasy but enough to maybe be considered sultry? Sultry. Does he want to look sultry? He sort of looks like a vampire. Wiping his fingers off on a towel he figures this will do.
When he opens the door and greets Sehun again ten minutes later, he doesn't miss the way Sehun’s gaze rakes over him.
Sehun arches a brow, “I honestly thought you were just going to put on nicer sweats.” he moves closer to Jongin, humming thoughtfully. “I didn't know you had clothes like this.”
Jongin puffs his chest a bit, “I clean up nicely.”
Sehun smirks, “You'd give Edward Cullen a run for his money.”
Jongin groans. He knew he looked like a vampire. “That guy isn’t even hot. And I don't sparkle.”
Laughing, Sehun starts heading to the door, heels clacking on the floor. “I'm wearing enough glitter for the both of us.”
“So,” Jongin follows, crouching to put on his dress shoes. “I'm assuming since you came here like this, you have an idea of where to go…?”
“I thought you'd take the wheel from here,” Sehun says, opening the door. Jongin almost falls on his face in shock, and Sehun laughs. “I'm kidding! I have the whole night planned.”
“Good, because it's been an embarrassingly long time since I've gone on a date.” he has no problem admitting this to Sehun, as they exit the apartment and Jongin locks up behind him.
“I've never been on one, so at least we're on the same page.” Sehun might be blushing, but that could also be the makeup on his cheeks.
Jongin, shyly, like the grown ass man he is, takes hold of Sehun’s hand. It's not the first time their fingers have caught -- the first time had been in the club, and then more after that, innocently on the cushion between them as they vegged out on the couch watching movies. Sehun reciprocates the hold and it's something special and monumental, Jongin thinks, because Sehun’s skinship level has always been so cautious.
“This is…” Jongin starts as they head down the steps, Sehun’s heels clacking. “Spontaneous.”
“Too much change too quick, old man?” Sehun teases.
Jongin snorts and holds out his hand to flag a taxi, “I can't keep up, you're turning my hair grey.”
The tinkling laugh Sehun lets out is melodious and Jongin finds himself smiling as a cab pulls over. He opens the door for Sehun to get in and watches the way his skirt rides -- Sehun tsks and Jongin flushes, following after him.
“Where to?” the cabby asks.
Sehun spouts off an address in an area that Jongin has heard of before, but can't quite put his finger on it. They relax back in their seats and Jongin playfully tickles at Sehun’s knees, marveling at the smooth skin and enjoying the way Sehun squirms and tries to bat his hand away. It's quiet as they ride, enjoying each other's company and stealing touches and glances. The cab comes to a stop ten minutes later and when Jongin pays and gets out, catching sight of where they are, he laughs outright.
“Indoor trampolines?”
“And kickball,” Sehun confirms gleefully.
“We're hardly dressed for this,” Jongin says, bewildered as Sehun takes his hand and starts to lead them to the entrance.
“I think we're dressed just right for a first date,” Sehun replies, long hair bouncing as they pass through the revolving doors.
Jongin’s heart is doing weird things, the smile on his face is hurting his cheeks from its permanence, and when they buy their wristbands the cashier arches a brow at their wardrobe and politely reminds them to take off their shoes.
This late in the evening there aren't many people around. A dad and his daughter, three teenagers in a group, and then: First Date Jongin and Sehun.
At the perimeter of the giant room, Sehun bends prettily to take off his strappy heels. Jongin follows, cracking his toe knuckles as soon as he takes off his shoes and tucks them into the cubby alongside Sehun’s. They hold hands and step out onto the trampoline floor, Sehun immediately starting to bounce. The ripples of movement cause Jongin to bounce as he walks, and he laughs a bit.
“You're crazy.”
You're beautiful.
They walk-bounce towards a giant foam pit, where Sehun stands on the edge and peers in.
“Back flip, back flip, back flip,” Jongin chants.
Sehun laughs, “That's not very ladylike…”, and then promptly turns around and does a sloppy back tuck into the pit, bodycon dress tight enough to not flash anything revealing. Jongin bounces after him, diving in head first, picking up a foam cube and throwing it at Sehun, pink hair extensions immediately getting static-y.
They start a rather mature act of pummeling one another with whatever shape and size of foam they can find - Sehun is having a hard time catching his breath and he tries to ‘swim' for the edge of the pit, looking to get out. Jongin swims after him and manages to grab one of Sehun’s petite ankles as he tries to get out, tugging him back, the rewarding and gratifying squawk Sehun lets out in response echoing around the gym.
Eventually they're both too breathless to function, and they both clamber out of the pit, breathing heavily and giggling between breaths. Someone starts up a kickball game and Sehun drags Jongin to join, declaring they be on opposite teams. The other people in the gym don't really question their state of dress, or even make comments on Sehun (one little girl asked him if his hair was real, he whispered it wasn't and let her touch the extensions), so they join the game seamlessly.
Of course, Sehun’s team slaughters Jongin’s, probably because Sehun was so obviously biased against Jongin, throwing the ball at him at every opportunity to get him out. It was all in good fun though, the teams messing around more than they keep score, and when everyone dissolves after the game Jongin is bent, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath.
“Too much, old man?” Sehun asks, coming up next to Jongin and slapping him heartily on the back.
Jongin coughs, “I could play a hundred more innings.”
Sehun rolls his eyes, rubbing his hand soothingly over Jongin’s back. Well, it'd be soothing if he weren't sniggering like the little brat he is. Jongin straightens and bats Sehun’s hand away with an exaggerated flail, and at that moment someone comes over the PA system announcing the gym's impending close.
Everyone wanders back to the cubbies, Jongin sloppily pulling on his shoes. He's slightly sweaty. Thank God for deodorant. Sehun delicately straps back into his heels and Jongin tries not to let his eyes linger on manicured fingers toying with the fastenings; Sehun grabs his clutch and stands, sending Jongin an airy smile that takes his breath away all over again.
“Food time,” Sehun announces, looping his arm through Jongin’s and steering him towards the exit.
“I don’t know if either of us are in good enough condition to eat in a restaurant,” Jongin laughs a bit, the cool outside air refreshing on his skin.
“Good thing we're not going to a restaurant,” Sehun says happily, flagging a taxi, drunk on adrenaline and exertion.
“Oh?” Jongin follows Sehun into the cab, a repeat of earlier as his eyes take in the smooth expanse of Sehun’s… oh. Sehun’s hairless legs. Once seated and buckled up Jongin remembers what he was trying to say. “Er, where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” Sehun promises, a smile quirking his lips. He reaches into his clutch and grabs a lipgloss and a compact mirror, reapplying. The act is so simple and casual, like he's not thinking about what he's doing, like it's just second nature to start glossing his lips.
Jongin is enthralled. He watches the doe foot applicator swipe across Sehun’s lips, the gloss immediately plumping the flesh. Sehun doesn't smack his lips messily, he rubs them together gently instead, pursing them and smiling and checking to make sure nothing is on his teeth. He caps his lipgloss and puts it away, dabs at the inner corners of his eyes, and then puts the mirror away as well. He turns to say something but is met with Jongin’s intent gaze, and he immediately flushes.
“Um--?”
Jongin splutters. “Sorry-- it just. Uh. You um… you're really pretty.” he says lamely.
Sehun stares at him unblinkingly for a few seconds, and then cracks a smile. “You think so?”
Jongin rolls his eyes, even though his heart skips a beat. “Is it not obvious?”
“Hmm,” Sehun casually rests his hand over Jongin’s knee. “Sometimes.”
“Heartless,” Jongin comments, doing his best to look offended.
He's not.
--
The ‘not restaurant' turns out to be street food in the university district. By the time they arrive they're no longer sweaty, Sehun having offered some blotting papers to Jongin to help clean up. They're still out of place in their dress clothes, amongst the college kids in their hoodies and jeans, but neither of them care and none of the college kids do, either.
Sehun leads Jongin to his favorite stand, one that sells bulgogi sandwiches and corndogs rolled in french fries, announcing it's the best stand on the block. The owner, a sweet looking ahjumma, recognizes him and kindly informs Jongin that theyll be eating for a discount. Jongin smiles wryly, because he's sure the ahjumma has no idea Sehun isn't a girl, and he orders a bulgogi sandwich with extra kimchi. Sehun orders one of the corn dogs and drenches it in ketchup, and once they're all set with their food they start to wander along the street, people-watching and window shopping.
While they walk they occasionally bump elbows, and Jongin’s sandwich is a bit messier than the paper wrapping can contain, so he ends up dodging falling bits and pieces awkwardly, much to Sehun’s amusement. But Sehun keeps smearing ketchup on his cheek, and one time when Jongin reaches up to wipe it away he only makes it worse by accidentally getting some kimchi sauce up by Sehun’s nose. They end up laughing until they're unable to stand upright; they collapse on a bench overlooking the river and finish their food, Sehun pulling some wet wipes out of his clutch.
“Your clutch is tiny,” Jongin exclaims in a mixture of amusement and awe, “how do you have so much stuff in it?”
Sehun winks once they're all clean, standing to go toss the wipes away. “A lady's secret~” he plops down next to Jongin again and the sun has long set, the night air quite a bit cooler, and now that they're not sweaty it's more apparent when Sehun shivers.
Jongin scoots a bit closer, wrapping an arm around Sehun’s shoulders. “I don't have a jacket,” he says, in way of apology.
Sehun subtly leans into him. “Maybe I planned it that way.”
Chuckling, Jongin shakes his head. “You're sure this is your first date?”
Sehun prims, “I've had a lot of time to think about what I'd want to do.”
“What if the person you went out with didn't like the things you wanted to do?” Jongin asks, curious.
Sehun shrugs. “Then I wouldn't go on a date with them.”
“So you knew I'd be down for everything tonight?” Jongin asks, brow arched.
“Yeah,” Sehun casts him a glance. “I mean… you are kind of a giant child.”
“And what's that make you?” Jongin scoffs, pretending to push Sehun away.
Whining, Sehun worms his way further into Jongin’s side. “I can smell your armpit.”
“Enjoy it,” Jongin croons, lifting up his arm more.
“Ehhhhgghh--” Sehun makes a noise that was probably supposed to sound disgusted, but it comes out like a confused, drawn out giggle and Jongin laughs in reply, wrestling Sehun closer until he's embracing the younger more securely.
“Ok, ok, I'll stop,” he promises.
Sehun’s head comes to rest on Jongin’s shoulder, and they fall into a companionable silence as they look out across the water. Jongin’s fingers walk up and down Sehun’s covered bicep, and after a moment, Sehun speaks so quietly Jongin almost doesn't catch it.
“Remember the last time at the club…?” Sehun starts softly.
Jongin thinks back to saving Sehun from those jerks, and wrinkles his nose. “Yeah. Idiots.”
“Do you remember what I said?”
A lot of things were said. Most notably that Jongin can remember: ultimate rejection. “Um… not specifically.” he lies.
“I said… ‘why did it have to be you’?” Sehun hums a bit.
“Ah,” Jongin’s memory goes off. “I remember that.”
“Your memory sucks,” Sehun teases, which relaxes Jongin a bit. “We met a long time ago. I was in elementary school and you were in high school… Your senior class made a trip to my school to help coach us in soccer.”
Jongin tries to rack his brain. Senior trip, teaching kids… Oh. He blinks. “That trip is what made me want to coach soccer as a career.”
He can feel the heat of Sehun’s blush through his shirt. “I sucked. I was so bad and I started crying and no one could console me. But then you came… And you were so kind. You said--”
“-- ‘Even if you're not good at this, that doesn't mean you're not great at something else’.” Jongin is surprised at the memory, recalling little Sehun with dirt-smudged cheeks and a bowl cut.
“And then I showed you that I could pirouette,” Sehun says. “And you patted my head and told me to follow my dreams. And then you left and I thought you were so cool and handsome that I decided to join a dance club instead of an athletic club.”
Jongin’s head feels a little fuzzy from the information overload. He pulls away to look down at Sehun, who looks up at him -- he can't really see the cute kid with the bowl cut, but he can see those eyes, hesitant and unsure about sharing a secret no one else had wanted to hear.
Smiling, Jongin reaches up to gently tug on a lock of Sehun’s real hair. “So when you saw me in the club your first instinct was to grind on my dick?”
Sehun flushes hotly and smacks Jongin in the chest, “I didn't realize it was you until the second time!”
Laughing loudly, Jongin catches Sehun’s flailing hands and holds them to his chest, their bodies now facing one another. “So that's why you said that? ‘Why did it have to be me’?”
Sehun looks totally embarrassed, and even though Jongin is holding him in place, he's still leaning away like he could bolt at any second. “What else was I supposed to think? I had a childhood infatuation with you and the next thing I know you're spilling your drink on my skirt.”
“I think you skipped a few years,” Jongin replies with a chuckle, and then, “Sorry about your skirt.”
Sehun huffs. “You're missing the point.”
“No, no, I get it--” he brings Sehun closer to him by boldly reaching down and cupping the other's thigh farthest from him, scooting him over on the bench. “Doesn't it make you happy? That we've been reunited?”
Sehun lets out a long, suffering sigh and rolls his eyes so hard Jongin fears his eyelashes are going to pop off. “Now you're just being smug.” He hasn't tried to move away again, or remove Jongin’s hand from his thigh.
“How can I not be?” Jongin’s grin is puppy-ish.
Sehun’s glare has no real heat to it, and they hold one another's gazes for a few seconds before Sehun leans forward, clumsily pressing their mouths together. All of Sehun’s lipgloss is gone, replaced by the faint tangy taste of ketchup, and Jongin’s mouth surely doesnt taste any better, but they kiss anyway. Sehun’s nose bumps against Jongin’s, purely inexperienced, and Jongin reaches up to cup under Sehun’s jaw to help guide the motions. Their lips move, soft, explorative, and Jongin licks softly at Sehun’s lower lip before he pulls away, eyes fond and heart warm.
Sehun looks a little dazed, pale jaw still cupped in Jongin’s hand; the foundation on his chin and upper lip is patchy thanks to Jongin’s skin rubbing against it, his cheeks are flushed and behind the circle lenses his pupils are dilated. He blinks slowly, and for a scarce moment Jongin thinks he’s going to run away -- but instead, Sehun presses a soft kiss to Jongin’s cheek, nosing there affectionately, the newness of an obvious first kiss leaving him pliant.
“We should get you home,” Jongin murmurs softly, so he doesnt break the mood and spook Sehun away.
Sehun nods, before pulling away and looking at Jongin with new eyes. “Same time next Friday, right?”
Jongin grins, feeling the aegyo fat around his eyes wrinkle up with how big he's smiling. “Count on it.”
--
Fridays turn into Tuesdays after school and lazy Sundays. They turn into mixes of going out and staying in, Sehun’s wardrobe reflecting his moods. They turn into movie marathons and team first person shooter games, they turn into homeworks sessions and filling, greasy dinners. They turn into soccer in the park at sunset, they turn into dancing in the moonlight.
It turns into an awkward meeting with Sehun’s parents, and a much more enthusiastic meeting with Zitao. It turns into helping Sehun dye his extensions, it turns into Sehun cheering on Jongin’s soccer team on the weekends, and it turns into Sehun moving in to Jongin’s apartment when Chanyeol finds himself a girlfriend and a new place.
This is love, Jongin thinks to himself with conviction, as he watches Sehun type away on his laptop, no makeup on and wearing one of Jongin’s hoodies, ten months after their first official date.
Sehun glances up, feeling Jongin’s gaze, and flips him off.
Jongin catches it and pretends to deepthroat it, making Sehun squeal and throw a couch pillow at him.
Yeah…
This is love.
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