[#8] Wrapped Around Your Finger [5/5]
part 1 ϟ part 2 ϟ part 3 ϟ part 4 ϟ part 5
In the days following Sehun's visit to Junmyeon, he could feel himself slowly coming down with a cold. He'd been outside in the cold for hours after all. He probably should have expected it. Still, he had things to do and a job to work, so he did his best to try and fight the cold. He went to bed early, took extra vitamins, drank lots of tea and other warm drinks, but it was no use. Towards the end of his shift on his final day of work that week, he finally succumbed.
It was Seulgi that noticed how out of it and exhausted Sehun seemed, in addition to being rather flushed and sniffling throughout the day. She hadn't wanted him making any of the drinks, and he completely understood her reasoning, so she put him on clean up duty whenever it needed to be done. When the cafe had calmed down at one point, Seulgi gently placed her hand on Sehun's forehead, frowning.
“You've got a fever. You need to go home.”
“My shift ends in 5 minutes,” Sehun sighed. “Just let me stand here for the last few minutes then I'll clock out when I'm supposed to.”
“Alright...No making drinks though. Period. And you've been washing your hands a lot, right?”
“We work in a cafe. I tend to wash them a lot anyways.”
“Just making sure...”
“I'm not an idiot, Seulgi.”
“I know...I'm just worried about you. Jeez, see if I care from now on.”
Sehun laughed and leaned his head on top of hers tiredly. It was throbbing and even the slightest change in elevation or angle made it worse. All he wanted was to go home and close his eyes. A nice warm blanket would be good too. He knew it was because of his fever, but he'd been shivering for a while now. To his dismay, another person entered the cafe.
“Welcome!” He and Seulgi greeted together, though the former was hardly enthusiastic about it.
Sehun hadn't been looking up at the time when the person came in, but Seulgi visibly tensed beside him. He furrowed his brow and glanced up, trying to repress a groan as pain shot through his head. His jaw dropped when he saw the person standing in front of the counter.
“Junmyeon...” Seulgi mumbled, looking at him with wide eyes. “It's been a while since you've been here. What's up?”
“I, uh, thought I'd order some coffee,” the older man answered, side eyeing Sehun several times. The latter was too tired and dazed to really notice, but Seulgi got the message and nodded.
“Alright, what can I get for you?”
She took his order and asked him to have a seat at a table when he was done paying. After, she set to work on making his drink and forced Sehun to clock out of work. It was past his allotted shift and the other person who would be replacing him would be there in minutes. She pointed to the table where Junmyeon was sitting and Sehun pouted.
“Why?”
“He's obviously here to see you, so go! Face your problems, Sehun!”
“But I can barely hold my head up...”
“Go sit and I'll make you some tea, my treat.”
“Fine...”
Sehun walked around to the other side of the counter and sat timidly across from Junmyeon. He rested his arms on the table and leaned his chin on his palms, mostly in an attempt to hold his head up because it felt way too heavy for his neck to properly handle it. Junmyeon didn't seem bothered by the action.
“So how have you been?” Sehun mumbled awkwardly.
“Well enough. Busy with work. Trying and failing to be social. You?”
“Just trying to get through the days,” the younger sighed.
He hadn't meant to sound dramatic, but his head really hurt and it genuinely felt like a battle just being awake. Junmyeon laughed and gave Sehun a warm smile. It made his chest clench slightly. He'd almost gotten used to not seeing it anymore, but he'd missed it terribly.
Having a conversation with Junmyeon had become almost as hard as it had with Joohyun. The again, Sehun had a feeling that was probably because his brain felt like mush and thinking was physically impossible for him at the time. Thankfully, Junmyeon seemed to have his own agenda for the visit. He leaned over, digging something out of a bag that Sehun hadn't noticed until then. Junmyeon placed a familiar bunny plushy on the table, its ears good as new and perked up. Sehun immediately grabbed it.
“Junnie!” He exclaimed quietly, snuggling it close and resting his cheek on its head.
He was acting like an excited child, which normally would have embarrassed him to do in public, but he was sick now so he decided cut himself some slack. Junmyeon just chuckled and smiled affectionately.
“Thank you so much,” Sehun stated, remembering his manners. Junmyeon shook his head.
“I was happy to fix him for you. It gave me another chance to see you as well...”
Sehun's heart leapt slightly. Junmyeon wasn't usually one to talk like that, especially not in the most recent times Sehun had visited him. It was filling Sehun with a small amount of hope though, and he didn't want it. Not if Junmyeon would just crash it down again later.
“Why would you want to see me again? Didn't you already reject me twice?” Sehun asked. He would blame his bluntness on his sickness as well.
“About that...” Junmyeon mumbled, intertwining his fingers on the table and twiddling his thumbs nervously. “I've been doing a lot of thinking...And I also talked to Joohyun about it.”
“You talked to her again? Are you two ok?”
“Probably not, but I don't think we're as bad as we were before.”
“That's good, I guess...What did she say?”
“She said that we all deserved to be happy...That you and I deserved to be happy too...”
“Oh...I see...That was nice of her...”
“I've thought about it a lot, Sehun. You make me really happy. Happier than I've been in years. I know I hurt you with how fickle I was being, so I understand if you don't want to, but would you be willing to give me another chance?”
Sehun stared at Junmyeon with wide eyes. That had snapped him out of whatever feverish daze he'd been in before. Was he actually hearing things right? Junmyeon wanted another chance? Did that mean he wanted to be in a relationship with Sehun? It did, right? Was he having some wild dream after passing out on the floor of the cafe? He may have pinched himself just to be sure. This was not a dream.
“Another chance at what?” Sehun asked, wanting it very clearly spelled out for him before he let himself get excited.
“Another chance at you, I guess,” Junmyeon answered cheekily.
If Sehun weren't sick, he probably would have pounced across the table and kissed him. Or at least hugged him. Sudden kisses didn't tend to end well for them.
“So what do you say?” Junmyeon asked nervously. “Will you give me another chance?”
“Do you love me?” Sehun wanted to hear it with his own two ears, not infer it.
“Yes. I love you, Sehun. Will you go out with me?”
Junmyeon's expression was so gentle and his voice was unwavering. There wasn't any hesitation in his eyes, just eagerness and affection. Sehun had wanted this so bad. He'd finally started getting used to the idea of giving it up. He wasn't going to complain about dropping that mentality though. In the end, he'd never stopped loving Junmyeon.
“Yes,” Sehun finally answered. “I will.”
Junmyeon's face lit up, eyes curling into crescents as he flashed a toothy grin. Sehun really wished he weren't sick so he could smother Junmyeon in kisses, suddenness be damned. The last thing he wanted was to get Junmyeon sick though, so he resisted. Thankfully, Seulgi had impeccable timing, and brought their drinks to them at that moment. At least it would give Sehun something to do instead of passing all his germs to Junmyeon.
“Here are the drinks,” she hummed. “Wendy's here now, so go home and rest, Sehun, ok? Seriously!”
The boy hummed in response. He was way too giddy to even think about resting now, although his head still really hurt. Junmyeon furrowed his brow and looked between Sehun and Seulgi.
“Is everything alright?” He asked Seulgi.
“The idiot's been fighting a cold except not really because he overworked himself,” she stated simply, not mincing words and earning a pout from Sehun. “He's feverish and he needs to go home and sleep. Do you think you could give him a ride back? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with him walking home like this.”
“Of course! I wouldn't let him walk home in this state either!”
Junmyeon immediately got up from his seat, walking around Seulgi so that he could get to Sehun. He carefully pulled the boy to his feet, holding him steady as Sehun wobbled. His head felt like it was spinning so much it would fall off his body at any second. Somehow Sehun managed to hold his tea without spilling any of it through all of this.
Junmyeon wrapped Sehun's arm around his shoulder and planted his hand firmly on Sehun's waist. It had been so long since Sehun had felt Junmyeon this close to him. He never wanted to lose this feeling ever again. Junmyeon slung his bag over his free shoulder and grabbed his drink. Seulgi walked with them slowly over to the door and held it open for them. On the way out, she patted Junmyeon on the back and muttered a quick thanks.
Junmyeon lead Sehun over to his car, then lowered him into the passenger's seat. Sehun whined when the older man left his side and shut the door. He was really cold and Junmyeon was the closest thing he had to a blanket or a heater. The other man got in the driver's side and instantly started up the car. Sehun had never been so thankful for a car heater before. He felt a hand rub his thigh gently.
“Do you want to go to your house or mine?” Junmyeon asked softly. Sehun looked at him in dazed confusion.
“What...?”
“I'm not gonna just dump you off at home. I'm taking care of you for the evening, so pick a place. Yours or mine?”
“Yours,” Sehun answered, not really thinking about it. It was just the first option Junmyeon had said, so it seemed like the easiest.
“Alright. Just hang in there a little longer.”
“Will you hold my hand?”
Sehun hadn't really thought about the logistics of the question, specifically that Junmyeon needed to drive. The older man smiled at him and started the car, backing out of the parking space. Sehun let out a small, disappointed sigh, and leaned his head against the window. Holding his head up was starting to feel like too much effort.
He felt Junmyeon flick his thigh lightly and Sehun painstakingly looked over, blinking a few times so he could focus. Junmyeon's hand was extended, palm up. Junmyeon waved his fingers a few times and Sehun finally realized he was supposed to actually hold his hand. He placed his own on top of Junmyeon's and the other man intertwined their fingers. After, their hands rested on Sehun's thigh, Junmyeon's thumb rubbing comforting circles on the other's skin, for the rest of the drive back to Junmyeon's apartment. Sehun felt like his cheeks had gotten even hotter, as if that were even possible. He could get used to Junmyeon pampering him like this.
Junmyeon only let go of his hand when they'd pulled into a parking spot in front of his apartment and he needed to park the car. At that point, Junmyeon got out and walked around to Sehun's side, opening the door and helping the boy to his feet. Sehun was actually somewhat alarmed at how badly the world span around him. Was his fever that bad?
Junmyeon held him firmly as they walked away from the car and up the steps to his door. Sehun was clinging to both the bunny and Junmyeon, empty tea cup discarded in a trash nearby courtesy of the other man. Junmyeon somehow managed to unlock his door while holding his own not-quite-empty drink, Sehun, and the keys to his apartment, then stumbled inside.
He instantly brought Sehun over to his couch and let the boy flop down on it ungracefully with a groan. At that point, he set his drink on the coffee table then took Sehun's shoes off. Sehun curled up in a ball, mostly trying to keep himself warm. Junmyeon came back seconds later with the thick, warm blanket they always cuddled under to watch movies. He tucked Sehun in underneath it, briefly feeling his forehead with his hand before brushing Sehun's bangs out of his face. The younger sighed contentedly. If he weren't so sick, he would definitely be kissing Junmyeon's face off. Instead, he would let himself be pampered by him. He was just a little spoiled when he was sick.
Junmyeon didn't seem to care about that though. Instead, he brushed Sehun's bangs off his forehead so he could lean down and kiss it. Sehun felt his face flush again, but this time was from happiness rather than bashfulness. Junmyeon left his side and went to the kitchen. Sehun could hear the clanking of pots and the sound of running water. Junmyeon must have been making something to eat.
Junmyeon came back later with a bowl of soup. He made Sehun sit up, which the latter was not happy about, then spoon-fed him, smiling and kissing his forehead every so often. Sehun was definitely flustered about this kind of treatment, but it was still heavenly. Junmyeon was actual perfection, and he was finally Sehun's.
Junmyeon brought the dishes back to the sink, then returned to the couch, sitting at the end near Sehun's head. He looked at the boy sympathetically and sighed, then placed one of the couch pillows on his lap and patted it.
“Come here.”
Sehun didn't need to be told twice. He picked his head up long enough to crawl over to the man's lap, bunny tucked under his arm, and immediately planted himself on the pillow. He was staring forward, eyes focused blankly on the TV in front of him. It wasn't even on, but Sehun was too tired to focus on anything more interesting. Junmyeon ran his fingers through Sehun's hair once more, smiling gently.
“I'm sick because you made me wait,” Sehun pouted.
“I'm sorry,” Junmyeon whispered, laughing quietly. “I'll make sure you get better.”
“My head hurts...”
“You should get some sleep. That'll help.”
“What about you?”
“I'll put a movie on. Maybe I'll sleep too.”
“Sitting up?”
“Never underestimate an overworked accountant's ability to sleep in sitting position.” Sehun giggled and placed his hand on Junmyeon's thigh.
“You'll be here when I wake up, right?”
“It'd be hard for me to leave if you're on top of me,” Junmyeon teased. “But yes, I'll be here.”
“I love you,” Sehun mumbled, snuggling closer. Junmyeon was so damn warm.
“I love you too,” the other man hummed.
Sehun was so happy. He felt like shit and like his head would explode if he moved it, but he was so damn happy. He wouldn't let go of Junmyeon again. With the way the other man was treating him, he hoped that sentiment was mutual.
Junmyeon turned on the television and started watching a show that he had to catch up on. Sehun passed out within the first five minutes, lulled by Junmyeon's warmth and gentle laughter every so often as something stupid happened in the show. When he woke up again, it was much later, but Junmyeon was still right there, hand running up and down his back this time. Junmyeon cooked some more food, this time for both of them, and he spent the rest of the night looking after Sehun, eventually bringing him to his room so they could both sleep.
Sehun was too dazed to really appreciate seeing Junmyeon's room for the first time, but he had a feeling he would be seeing it a lot more from now on. He looked forward to those opportunities. For now, he took comfort in snuggling into the older man's chest, feeling the latter's arm wrap around him and hold him close. Even with a pounding head and a high fever, Sehun had no trouble sleeping beside Junmyeon that night.
~*~It took a few days for Sehun's fever to break. He wound up having to call in sick to a couple of shifts, which would have really bummed him out, were it not for the fact that he was staying at Junmyeon's house and the older man was spoiling him rotten. If getting sick meant an extended stay at Junmyeon's house complete with his undivided attention when he wasn't working, Sehun might not mind it so much.
When he was finally better, he returned to his own apartment. It felt smaller than before, mostly because Junmyeon's was bigger, but it was still home, sweet home. Sehun missed being with Junmyeon though. He knew they would be seeing each other a lot more now that they were dating, but it was still disappointing to have to go home each time. At least there was always a 'next time' attached to each goodbye kiss.
Dating Junmyeon was hardly any different than what they were doing before. Everything was just increased in value, really. They saw each other far more often and the amount of touching and snuggling increased. The biggest difference was Junmyeon was a kisser, and a good one at that. More often than not, Sehun found their lips pressed together, Junmyeon taking the lead. Hands often wandered and bodies were pressed together.
His relationship with Junmyeon was a lot more physical than his last one had been. Not to say that it was only physical or that it was a bad thing. Junmyeon was just a much more physical person than Joohyun had been, and Sehun really liked that. Junmyeon was invited over to Sehun's house a lot sooner than Joohyun had been as well. It was like they just couldn't get enough of each other. Sehun really hoped that feeling never faded.
Despite all this, there were plenty of times where Sehun simply found himself sitting across Junmyeon chatting away, or 'watching' a movie while attempting once more to learn how to craft at least something. Ultimately, they did any number of things, just so long as they were together.
With how physical they were to begin with, it didn't take very long for them to take their relationship to the next level. They frequently spent the night at each other houses, so late night wandering hands were not uncommon. It wasn't until well over a month in their relationship that things went further.
Sehun had been sleeping over at Junmyeon's house that evening. The older man was spooning him, arm draped over his waist. It was Junmyeon's favorite way to sleep, Sehun had found. He rather liked it too. Junmyeon was warmer than any blanket after all. Sehun had just started drifting off when he felt Junmyeon's hand slip lower, beneath the band of his underwear. They both slept in nothing but a shirt and underwear, so it made things like this easy and all the more enticing.
Sehun smiled and let out a half-hum, half-moan as Junmyeon started to stroke his length, slow and teasingly. Junmyeon planted soft kisses on Sehun's nape and exposed shoulders, sucking at the spots that he knew were sensitive. Junmyeon had learned an awful lot about Sehun's body pretty quickly, now that the younger thought about it.
Sehun pushed his hips backwards, playfully brushing against Junmyeon's nether region. Two could play at this game. Sehun heard Junmyeon groan, voice low and lips centimeters from Sehun's ear, playing with a bit sensitive skin behind it. Sehun shuddered as Junmyeon proceeded to gently bite his earlobe, hot breath ghosting over equally hot flesh.
“I want you,” he whispered. “All of you.”
Junmyeon was always somewhat vague rather than blunt when it came to asking for sexual 'favors,' but Sehun didn't need to work hard to figure out what he wanted. Junmyeon wanted to go all the way, not just touching, and Sehun was more than willing to oblige. He hummed once more, pressing his body against Junmyeon's clothed erection.
“I want you too,” he muttered, voice low and smooth.
That was all Junmyeon needed to hear before sliding Sehun's underwear down to his thighs, resuming his stroking more vigorously. He sucked at his neck, grinding against him in rhythm with his strokes. Sehun let out guttural moans and thrust into the other's hand. Junmyeon would occasionally tease the tip with his finger, causing Sehun to whimper in response. He was so sensitive to Junmyeon's every move, it was ridiculous.
Junmyeon stopped long enough to lean over Sehun and reach into his bedside table drawer to pull out some lube. Sehun's eyes followed the bottle and he turned onto his back, watching as Junmyeon slowly coated his fingers with the content inside. Sehun took that time to slip out of his shirt and kick his underwear the rest of the way down his legs, then spread them to give Junmyeon better access. He shuddered as Junmyeon loomed over him, eyes burning with desire. His finger teased his entrance, circling the rim. Sehun took a sharp breath, his body practically trembling with anticipation as Junmyeon slid his finger in painstakingly slow.
Junmyeon leaned back over, connecting their lips once more as he carefully thrust his finger into Sehun. He would bite and tug on Sehun's bottom lip, reveling how soft and plump it was. His other hand gradually found Sehun's member again, and the latter was moaning into his mouth in a matter of seconds.
Junmyeon added another finger and began stretching him. His lips trailed from Sehun's
lips down his jaw and neck. He sucked at some of the flesh on Sehun's clavicle, and the boy whimpered, body arching and trembling because there was so much going on and it all felt so overwhelmingly good. Junmyeon's lips trailed lower and Sehun thought for a brief moment that they were going to engulf his member, but instead, they settled on the flesh of one of his thighs, kissing and biting at the soft skin, leaving small marks.
Junmyeon added another digit and Sehun wasn't sure he would last through the whole thing with how good it felt. He was already a mess of cries and moans underneath the older man. He glanced at Junmyeon's still-clothed erection and he could tell the man was aching to be touched, but he was giving his undivided attention and care to Sehun. God, he loved Junmyeon so damn much.
Finally, after Sehun's thighs had small red marks sprinkled across the soft skin and Sehun's body accepted his fingers with ease, Junmyeon slid them out. Sehun sat up slightly, watching as Junmyeon stripped his garments. The man breathed a sigh of relief as he slid off his underwear, his erection no longer stifled. Sehun sat up the rest of the way, pressing his body against Junmyeon's and reaching for his length, giving it a slow pump.
“My turn,” he whispered into Junmyeon's ear, and he felt the man shiver in his arms.
Sehun worked slow, though not as agonizingly slow as Junmyeon had. The man in his arms leaned his head on Sehun's shoulder and gripped his arm, fingernails digging into Sehun's skin with each stroke of his hand. Finally, he pulled himself away from Sehun, looking at him with hooded eyes.
“Condom,” Junmyeon whispered. “Now.”
Sehun nodded and immediately reached for the box in the drawer, pulling one out and ripping the package open. He slid it on Junmyeon's length, feeling the man's hot, shaky breath against the skin of his neck. Sehun poured some of the lube onto his hand and gave Junmyeon a few more pumps, slicking the condom up. After, he laid back down, propped up on his elbows so he could see the other man clearly.
Junmyeon aligned himself with Sehun's entrance, shifting one of the boy's legs over his shoulder. Sehun watched as he pushed in slowly, filling him up. He threw his head back as soon as Junmyeon was buried to the hilt. His body was aching for him to move. Junmyeon seemed to realize what Sehun wanted because soon enough, he slid out only to ram back into him.
Junmyeon gripped at Sehun's thigh, pressing his fingers into the soft skin as he continued to pound into him, slowly at first, but gradually gaining speed. Sehun let his back fall the rest of the way onto the bed, and he gripped at the sheets, needing something to ground him. Junmyeon felt so good inside him. Each time it felt like he somehow managed to go deeper and deeper, leaving Sehun a vulnerable, moaning mess underneath him.
Junmyeon seemed to have a good sense of Sehun's body, even though this was their first time together, because as soon as he found an angle or particular spot that left Sehun reeling, he was able to exploit it repeatedly. His precision was something from out of this world, Sehun decided. Junmyeon really was perfect.
When he hit Sehun's prostate, the latter cried out in ecstasy. He reached for Junmyeon, wanting nothing more than to hold him. Junmyeon let Sehun's leg slip from his shoulder and leaned forward so the boy could wrap his arms shakily around his neck, fingers digging into his back and tangling in his hair. Junmyeon continued to thrust into Sehun's prostate, and it wasn't long before Sehun was driven over the edge, cum spilling over his own stomach and Junmyeon's.
“I love you,” he gasped, pressing Junmyeon as close as he possibly could.
The older man kept thrusting into him, Sehun's body tightening around him as he rode out his orgasm. A few more thrusts and extra friction sent Junmyeon into his own orgasm, groaning into the crook of Sehun's neck. They laid there for a brief moment, panting hard and trying to regain their grip on the world around them.
Finally, Junmyeon pushed himself up on his hands, staring down at Sehun. His lips were red and swollen and his stomach soiled in white. His entire body was trembling, covered in a layer of sweat, giving his skin the most beautiful glow. Sehun's eyes were hooded, still full of passion and desire. Junmyeon brushed his hand through the boy's messy, damp hair.
“God, you're so beautiful,” Junmyeon breathed. “I love you so much.”
Sehun reached up for Junmyeon's neck, pulling him back down for a kiss. This time it wasn't hungry or desperate. It was passionate, expressing everything that Sehun felt for the other man. Junmyeon was so precious to him and he never wanted to lose this. He was Sehun's whole world now.
Joonmyun slid out of Sehun, disposing of the condom and heading to his bathroom to grab a warm washcloth. After, he came back and gently cleaned Sehun, like he would break if Junmyeon pressed too hard. Sehun wasn't sure what he loved more, Junmyeon pounding into him roughly, or Junmyeon treating him with the utmost care and attention. In the end, they were both his Junmyeon, so he was pretty damn lucky.
Junmyeon threw the washcloth in his hamper and laid down on the bed beside Sehun, pulling the covers back over them. Neither bothered to get dressed again. Instead, Sehun just snuggled against Junmyeon, nose pressed to his chest, inhaling his scent. Two warm, strong arms wrapped around him, and Sehun felt pure bliss.
“I love you,” he mumbled sleepily once more into Junmyeon's chest.
“I love you too,” the other man hummed in response. “Goodnight, Sehun.”
“Night.”
Sehun didn't have any trouble sleeping. He never did when he was with Junmyeon. Something about the man put Sehun at ease. It wasn't just how warm he was. It was also how welcoming Junmyeon's entire being was. Everything just felt so right with him.
~*~
Time seemed to fly when Sehun was with Junmyeon. Winter finally passed and they celebrated their birthdays together in spring. Soon enough, summer had arrived and they'd been dating for almost half a year. Sehun had finally saved up enough to start school, so he was going to take full advantage of his summer and see Junmyeon as much as possible. It was becoming a common occurrence for Sehun to spend more time in Junmyeon's apartment than his own. The older man never seemed to mind though.
There were times Junmyeon would get bogged down with work, and he would have to take it home, even when Sehun was over. Sehun was always understanding of his situation and usually let him work, cheering him on from the side. He would even reward him for finishing a particularly taxing report with a blowjob or some fun in the bedroom if Junmyeon was up for it. Sehun considered it to be a pretty mutually beneficial arrangement.
Date nights were probably his favorite though. Sometimes they would go out to eat dinner or even do some minor shopping. Other times they would curl up on Junmyeon's couch and watch a movie. Depending on the choice of film, they would either make a bowl of popcorn and watch intently, or make out while the movie played unnoticed in the background. Sehun wasn't entirely sure which type of film he preferred.
This particular date night wasn't any different. Junmyeon had just finished a report that had kept him up for nights, and he'd finally managed to recover the sleep, so Sehun suggested they watch a new romance comedy that they'd missed out on when it was in theaters. Junmyeon of course had no objections.
Summer was in full swing now. Junmyeon's apartment had decent air conditioning, but the sticky heat of summer still lingered in the air. As such, Junmyeon was a little less cuddly than usual, since he wasn't particularly fond of sweating, so he and Sehun settled on sitting beside each other on the couch. At least that was the initial plan.
Junmyeon had sprawled out on the couch, not really leaving any room for Sehun. The younger had tried to pull his feet off, but Junmyeon whined and kicked his hands away. Sehun sighed, placing his hands on his hips.
“Why are you like this?” He pouted.
“I'm tired,” Junmyeon whined playfully. “I don't wanna move.”
“Junmyeoooon!” A beep went off in the kitchen and Sehun glanced over.
“The popcorn's done. Go get it for me?” Junmyeon singsonged. Sehun rolled his eyes and walked over to the microwave, grumbling under his breath.
“You're 26 now. Why are you acting like a child? You've got 5 years on me, I should be the child!” He complained, pouring the popcorn into a bowl.
“I've got 5 years on you so you should respect me,” Junmyeon argued.
“I do respect you,” Sehun huffed, walking back over and handing Junmyeon the bowl. “But I'd also like to sit next to you. That too much to ask?”
“No, I guess not,” Junmyeon sighed dramatically, sitting up so Sehun had room on the couch.
Sehun rolled his eyes again and walked over to one of Junmyeon's craft shelves. He pulled out knitting needles and grabbed the bag he'd brought over earlier that day. It contained the pink and gray yarn he'd bought almost half a year ago. He'd been practicing a lot, since there were times where Junmyeon was occupied with work, and he'd gotten much better. He was finally feeling ready to try and make that scarf. Doing it in front of Junmyeon initially hadn't been part of his plan, but he figured he could lie and tell him it was a present for his mother. Junmyeon was pretty gullible in that regard.
He sat down on the couch beside the other man and started the movie. As the opening credits rolled, he started chaining on loops to his needle. Junmyeon gave him a surprised, albeit proud, look.
“You're going to knit? What happened to watching the movie with me?”
“I'm gonna watch that too,” Sehun reassured him. “I need to start this as soon as possible though otherwise I'll never finish it. School's gonna start soon and I'll be up to my eyes in papers and busy work.”
“Right. Definitely don't miss that part of school,” Junmyeon sighed. “Although I'm still drowning in work I guess...” Junmyeon noticed the pink yarn in the bag and raise a brow. “You're using pink? Is it for your mom or something?”
“Mhm, sure,” Sehun mumbled. Junmyeon pouted.
“You don't have a secret lover, do you?”
“Why in the world would you think that?” Sehun gasped, and the other man simply laughed.
“I don't know. Just tossing the idea out there.”
“Of course I don't have one,” Sehun answered, bottom lip poking out slightly as he frowned. “You're all I want.” A smile spread onto Junmyeon's face.
“That's good to know. I don't think I could live without you.” He'd said it jokingly, but Sehun knew it was a true statement. For both of them. “But knitting in summer?” Junmyeon continued. “It's too hot to have your project draped over your lap. It's like wearing a blanket!”
“It's a labor of love,” Sehun joked. That simply motivated Junmyeon to softly kick him in the head.
“So cheesy.”
“I can't believe you would kick your boyfriend like that!” Sehun huffed indignantly.
“Watch the movie and knit your damn scarf.”
Sehun frowned at him and Junmyeon simply stuck his tongue out Bickering like this had become a frequent part of more or less living together, but it was never malicious. Sehun actually found it rather fun to keep up most of the time. He would stop this time though, since he actually did intend to watch the movie with Junmyeon.
By the time the end credits were rolling, Sehun had already knit about 6 inches of his scarf. He'd also helped Junmyeon eat half the bowl of popcorn. When the credits had finished, Junmyeon stretched and yawned, his toes poking Sehun's thigh. The latter still loved small touches like this. Junmyeon then rolled off the couch with a groan and started walking away.
“Where are you going?” Sehun called, packing up his knitting in the bag.
“Bathroom!” The other man responded. Sehun rolled his eyes.
“It's cuz you chugged so much water during the movie.”
“It's hot and popcorn is salty!”
“Go piss already!” Sehun shouted. The bickering was back.
Sehun sighed, letting his body relax and ooze down the couch slightly. It was amazing just how comfortable he'd become at Junmyeon's apartment. Even when he was dating Joohyun, her house had always felt foreign and somewhat intimidating to him. This place was virtually his second home. He even left a few sets of clothes and other necessary items there for convenience's sake. He was grateful he felt so at ease here and with Junmyeon in general.
He heard the toilet flush down the hall and he unconsciously smiled, knowing the other man would be returning soon. Maybe he was cheesy after all, but he still got excited every time he saw Junmyeon. He couldn't help it. He just really loved him.
The older man walked back into the room, and Sehun expected him to sit down on the couch. He figured they would either watch another movie or make out. Instead, the man walked over to him and stood in front of him, smiling gently. His hands were behind his back.
“What's up?” Sehun asked, looking up at him curiously.
“I've been doing a lot of thinking lately,” Junmyeon started.
“That might be a cause for worry,” Sehun mumbled sarcastically and Junmyeon lightly kicked him in the shin.
“Anyways, I've been thinking about it, and you're over at my place more often than not, aren't you?”
“Yeah...”
“I was just thinking...If you wanted to, you could move in here. I wouldn't mind.” He held his hand out in front of him, revealing a key. “If nothing else, I'd like to at least give you a key to my place...”
“R-Really...? You wouldn't mind if I lived here with you?”
“You already do for the most part. I understand if you want to keep your own separate space to go home to, but I thought I would offer...”
“What would you like me to do?” Sehun asked, reaching for his other hand that wasn't holding the key.
“I would like you to move in with me,” Junmyeon said softly. Sehun's lips curled upwards and he grabbed the key from the other's palm.
“Then I think I'd like to move in...The rest of the way anyways,” he laughed.
Junmyeon chuckled and bent over so that his face was level with Sehun's. He placed his hands on the other boy's shoulders and leaned forward, connecting their lips. When he pulled back, he had one of the widest grins on his face that Sehun had ever seen.
“Well then, welcome home, Sehun. I hope you'll like it here.”
“I think I will. If nothing else, the company's nice...and damn attractive.”
Junmyeon rolled his eyes, but he let Sehun pull him down by his hips so that he was straddling his lap. Sehun wrapped his arms around Junmyeon's lower waist, pressing him closer. Junmyeon's arms in turn wrapped around Sehun's neck. Their faces were inches away from each other, and Sehun instantly took care of that, pressing his lips to Suho's again, nibbling gently, playfully at his bottom lip.
“I love you,” Junmyeon whispered, staring straight into Sehun's eyes.
“I love you too,” Sehun breathed, lips brushing against Junmyeon's with each word. “So damn much.”
Junmyeon kissed Sehun, tongue pressing into his mouth and hands cupping his cheeks. Sehun let out a sound that was half-sigh, half-hum, letting Junmyeon take the lead. He would never get enough of the other man's kisses. When Junmyeon pulled away, he laid his head on Sehun's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck softly. Sehun brought his hands up to the man's back, rubbing small circles and feeling the firm muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. Every part of Junmyeon was so beautiful. Sehun would never be able to wrap his mind around it.
“Thank you,” Sehun muttered into Junmyeon's hair. “For everything.”
Junmyeon nodded slightly and hummed in response. Sehun knew the other felt the same way, but he was too busy cuddling to say so. He also knew that this would only last for a few minutes before Junmyeon started whining about how it was too hot, so there was no way Sehun was going to say anything that might end it early.
Being with Junmyeon had once been a luxury, but now it had become an everyday occurrence. It would only increase once Sehun moved in. Junmyeon may not have been a 'luxury' anymore, but he was still no less valuable. Junmyeon was Sehun's happiness. He didn't think he'd mind if his entire world revolved around the man. He didn't know what his future would hold for him from now on either, but he knew it would be with Junmyeon.
At the end of the day, Sehun knew three things for certain. He loved Junmyeon more than anything. Junmyeon loved him just as much. And he would kick, fight, and scream to keep this relationship going and make sure Junmyeon was happy. Oh, and he would finish the scarf in record time so he could finally see Junmyeon in pink. That felt like a good enough plan for the future for now.