jeogi
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openpockets
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play, stop, rewind
sehun x luhan , oh god , pg ,
we do not remember, nor love, chronologically.
a/n: more like, i can't write chronologically. i have no excuses.
for most of the day, luhan finds himself holding sehun's hands, simply touching and watching. because his eyes and skin and lips are going to get the most they can, gosh darn it, before something that was a bit inevitable happens.
no, he thinks to himself. no, it's not going to happen. everything is quite perfect, and it will last, it really will
"ouch," sehun says a bit jokingly into his sleeve as he shifts about in his seat on the bus. "your nails are long again."
and he's not going to clip them. nope, he'll keep it all until perfect comes his way again.
luhan sinks deeper. time does have a habit of flying by.
when they first meet, luhan is too excited. sehun is, on the other hand, not.
"two minutes." sehun loudly rolls his eyes. "seriously." sehun doesn't say anything else (never did, actually) so luhan helps himself to another whopping round against his old pal, the rubik's cube. which, actually, he beats in a minute and forty-seven seconds.
"see?" and, ah! there it is, a smile. sehun looks at him, and luhan thinks, what a cool guy.
luhan spends the next three hours of practice finding some way to get sehun to smile like that again.
this is tragic, luhan thinks as he doubles over the toilet and heaves up nothing but dry, sticky air. so horribly tragic. he can sense from his mind's eye wu fan hovering over him, his quick touches on his shoulder saying things like, what do i do? and will he be all right?
and luhan thinks, damn it, you're thinking too loudly, just shut
"move." wu fan's wild thoughts suddenly come to a stop and instead luhan feels a burst of cold and hot, earth and air, past and present, space, the final frontier embedding themselves into the slim expanse of his neck. and at once luhan realizes that sehun has his nose buried into luhan's hair, whispering things like, you'll be all right, and, come on now. and slowly sinks his fingers further into his skin.
luhan can't help himself. he moans.
luhan sneakily tries to make a deal with jongin. jongin looks wearily at him, then at kyungsoo. kyungsoo stares wearily back. luhan stares at the ceiling, stuck in the middle of the demonstration of a silent war. this was probably a mistake.
"all right," jongin tentatively says, and luhan couldn't care less about the aftermath as he runs into his new, lovely, lovely room and whoops. sehun looks up from the glowing screen of his ipod, the beginnings of a frown slowly creeping onto his face.
"we'll be sharing rooms now," luhan tries to explain over his excitement. he only hopes it's reciprocated.
at least their first bathroom incident is really something.
luhan thanks god that he has his underwear on, at least, as sehun stumbles into the bathroom and for a brief second stares in something like awe. then surprise. then, "oh shit, i'm sorry!"
luhan laughs at him for the next few days, if only to quell the tickling flames that burn his own ears too.
sehun sleeps soundly with his cheek nestled into the crook of luhan's elbow. there is something so dazzling about the boy sleeping in front of him, absolutely wonderful. his mind goes off on a rant about how it should be impossible, y'know, for someone to look so beautiful even while sleeping. it's not fair for him.
and then.
luhan opens his eyes with an aha! hanging by a thread from his tongue. this is something different altogether.
this one starts with sehun fighting back tears with his mouth set in a really fine line between shouting and sobbing
(oh no. luhan files that one into the lock and erase it forever, forever, f o r e v e r, luhan folder)
something else.
searching... searching... found!
their first (formal) kiss is something. partially because sehun is really good, partially because luhan really sucks. but they end up tangled in the sheets and sehun pants heavily against his lips, sighing his name over and over again. luhan finds his hands under sehun's shirt, in his hair, against his cheeks (both ends), then over sehun's heart. sehun's hands join his and luhan feels like he's flying,
"what are you thinking about this time?" sehun mutters sleepily. he has sunk down to luhan's level, lips pressed softly against the nape of luhan's neck. luhan's shiver should suffice. "we'll be at the airport in half an hour."
luhan tries on his best how could you! face to no avail, because he would like whatever sehun is implying in his eyebrows very much so.
"anyway," luhan dismisses the old memories of sehun on his knees and the new fantasies of somewhat dirty stalls, "i was thinking about you."
"when are you not?"
luhan bonks him on the head. he smiles nevertheless. "never, so i won't forget."
suddenly sehun's eyes go hard again and he frowns. "why would you?" luhan sometimes overlooks the fact that sehun can be a tad bit slow after his naps. "oh. oh, hyung." luhan shakes his head, won't be having any of that. "come on, don't think that."
luhan sighs heavily. he averts his eyes for a brief second, then glances back at sehun. "i'm ridiculous, aren't i?"
"well, yes, you did try to kiss me before actually telling me you like me." yes, yes, luhan thinks, that's true. "don't keep falling quiet on me, i can never tell what's going on in your mind."
"just you," luhan says truthfully. sehun smiles. the bus grinds to a stop. "so, are you still offering?"
sehun laughs loudly.
and on the plane ride back, sehun puts on his headphones and immerses himself in his own thoughts. of luhan, of course.
..oh.
this was so spontaneous, i really don't have a reason behind this. please excuse my horrible entrance into a wonderful fandom lol.
sehun x luhan , oh god , pg ,
we do not remember, nor love, chronologically.
a/n: more like, i can't write chronologically. i have no excuses.
for most of the day, luhan finds himself holding sehun's hands, simply touching and watching. because his eyes and skin and lips are going to get the most they can, gosh darn it, before something that was a bit inevitable happens.
no, he thinks to himself. no, it's not going to happen. everything is quite perfect, and it will last, it really will
"ouch," sehun says a bit jokingly into his sleeve as he shifts about in his seat on the bus. "your nails are long again."
and he's not going to clip them. nope, he'll keep it all until perfect comes his way again.
luhan sinks deeper. time does have a habit of flying by.
when they first meet, luhan is too excited. sehun is, on the other hand, not.
"two minutes." sehun loudly rolls his eyes. "seriously." sehun doesn't say anything else (never did, actually) so luhan helps himself to another whopping round against his old pal, the rubik's cube. which, actually, he beats in a minute and forty-seven seconds.
"see?" and, ah! there it is, a smile. sehun looks at him, and luhan thinks, what a cool guy.
luhan spends the next three hours of practice finding some way to get sehun to smile like that again.
this is tragic, luhan thinks as he doubles over the toilet and heaves up nothing but dry, sticky air. so horribly tragic. he can sense from his mind's eye wu fan hovering over him, his quick touches on his shoulder saying things like, what do i do? and will he be all right?
and luhan thinks, damn it, you're thinking too loudly, just shut
"move." wu fan's wild thoughts suddenly come to a stop and instead luhan feels a burst of cold and hot, earth and air, past and present, space, the final frontier embedding themselves into the slim expanse of his neck. and at once luhan realizes that sehun has his nose buried into luhan's hair, whispering things like, you'll be all right, and, come on now. and slowly sinks his fingers further into his skin.
luhan can't help himself. he moans.
luhan sneakily tries to make a deal with jongin. jongin looks wearily at him, then at kyungsoo. kyungsoo stares wearily back. luhan stares at the ceiling, stuck in the middle of the demonstration of a silent war. this was probably a mistake.
"all right," jongin tentatively says, and luhan couldn't care less about the aftermath as he runs into his new, lovely, lovely room and whoops. sehun looks up from the glowing screen of his ipod, the beginnings of a frown slowly creeping onto his face.
"we'll be sharing rooms now," luhan tries to explain over his excitement. he only hopes it's reciprocated.
at least their first bathroom incident is really something.
luhan thanks god that he has his underwear on, at least, as sehun stumbles into the bathroom and for a brief second stares in something like awe. then surprise. then, "oh shit, i'm sorry!"
luhan laughs at him for the next few days, if only to quell the tickling flames that burn his own ears too.
sehun sleeps soundly with his cheek nestled into the crook of luhan's elbow. there is something so dazzling about the boy sleeping in front of him, absolutely wonderful. his mind goes off on a rant about how it should be impossible, y'know, for someone to look so beautiful even while sleeping. it's not fair for him.
and then.
luhan opens his eyes with an aha! hanging by a thread from his tongue. this is something different altogether.
this one starts with sehun fighting back tears with his mouth set in a really fine line between shouting and sobbing
(oh no. luhan files that one into the lock and erase it forever, forever, f o r e v e r, luhan folder)
something else.
searching... searching... found!
their first (formal) kiss is something. partially because sehun is really good, partially because luhan really sucks. but they end up tangled in the sheets and sehun pants heavily against his lips, sighing his name over and over again. luhan finds his hands under sehun's shirt, in his hair, against his cheeks (both ends), then over sehun's heart. sehun's hands join his and luhan feels like he's flying,
"what are you thinking about this time?" sehun mutters sleepily. he has sunk down to luhan's level, lips pressed softly against the nape of luhan's neck. luhan's shiver should suffice. "we'll be at the airport in half an hour."
luhan tries on his best how could you! face to no avail, because he would like whatever sehun is implying in his eyebrows very much so.
"anyway," luhan dismisses the old memories of sehun on his knees and the new fantasies of somewhat dirty stalls, "i was thinking about you."
"when are you not?"
luhan bonks him on the head. he smiles nevertheless. "never, so i won't forget."
suddenly sehun's eyes go hard again and he frowns. "why would you?" luhan sometimes overlooks the fact that sehun can be a tad bit slow after his naps. "oh. oh, hyung." luhan shakes his head, won't be having any of that. "come on, don't think that."
luhan sighs heavily. he averts his eyes for a brief second, then glances back at sehun. "i'm ridiculous, aren't i?"
"well, yes, you did try to kiss me before actually telling me you like me." yes, yes, luhan thinks, that's true. "don't keep falling quiet on me, i can never tell what's going on in your mind."
"just you," luhan says truthfully. sehun smiles. the bus grinds to a stop. "so, are you still offering?"
sehun laughs loudly.
and on the plane ride back, sehun puts on his headphones and immerses himself in his own thoughts. of luhan, of course.
..oh.
this was so spontaneous, i really don't have a reason behind this. please excuse my horrible entrance into a wonderful fandom lol.