Revolve Around Me
Title: Revolve Around Me
Pairing: luhan/xiumin, sehun/luhan
Genre: smut, canon, and i tried to pull some angsty romance again. not sure if it worked lol
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5,2k words
Summary: Sehun can be diabolical if threatened and Minseok is a threat.
A/N: Hai hai. This was written for this prompt.
First of all, I'm sorry it took so long for me to fill this, OP.
I went through a block out of the blue, and then there was holidays and ;_; Pardon me :(
I'm not satisfied with how this turned bc it was sooooo harddddd to finish it ;___;
But I loved the prompt so much, so I kept going and now there's this word vomit I can't stop apologizing for.
~ Friendly reminder that I'm not an english speaker, so you will find weird things. Sorry about that.
REVOLVE AROUND ME
*
He hates it.
He hates the way Luhan caresses Minseok’s cheek with his knuckles; he hates how Minseok blushes and leans into the touch and how they look like a fucking couple. He hates it when the members start the ‘get married!’, ‘kiss already!’ teasing. He hates it so much.
“You’re staring” Junmyeon’s whisper startles him “Stop staring”
“But he’s touching”
“Sehun…”
Feeling vexed and wronged, Sehun recoils his claws and crosses his arms on his chest. Why is he the one being scolded when Luhan is practically eating Minseok alive? In his front, what’s even worse, because despite what Jongin says about Sehun and Luhan never putting a name to their relationship, they are something so the elder’s actions can be filed under disrespectful. And Sehun isn’t fine with disrespect.
Yixing’s room is practically everybody’s room. He’s supposed to share the place with a manager, but said manager is rarely there, making possible for the members to expel the sole occupant whenever they need.
Sehun is discontent in acknowledging Luhan is the one who mostly claims Yixing’s bedroom and that night is one of those nights. He’s watching a late night TV show when the dancer comes stumbling from the rooms’ hallway, dazed countenance and seemingly out of his own mind.
“Are you up?” Yixing asks on auto pilot, letting his body fall next to Sehun on the couch tiredly.
“Why are you here? Did Chanyeol and Jongin expel you again? It’s the third time this week”
“No, Luhan told me to leave” the other mumbles in his cluttered Korean and grabs Sehun’s arm, adjusting himself to a comfortable position with the boy’s arm as a pillow.
A lumpy, sleepy voice breaks in “Xing, what are you doing there?” Yifan grabs a half-asleep Yixing and glares at Sehun “Were you touching my boyfriend?” without waiting for an answer, the taller drags his boyfriend with him, disappearing into the hallways.
The thought of Luhan and Minseok getting intimate sends jolts of anger across Sehun’s body and he can’t help the heat as his blood boils in fury. He hates that diminutive project of a wannabe Chinese person; he is the reason why Luhan doesn’t smile at Sehun like he used to. Minseok is the one to blame, not satisfied in monopolizing his hyung when they’re at China and demanding all of Luhan also in Korea. Sehun hates him.
In the few days Luhan sneaks his way into Sehun’s bed (much to Kyungsoo’s distaste), he feels like nothing’s changed, that he’s still Luhan’s favorite and that his hyung would do anything to please him. Seems like an invitation, the way Luhan slides his hand beneath Sehun’s shirt and nuzzles his face into the crook of the younger’s neck, planting soft kisses over the entire expanse. Come in, I’m yours.
Sehun hums, feeling deep inside his bitter heart a ferocious urge to deny Luhan, to shove his hands away and teach him a lesson - a stay-away-from-Minseok lesson. But he knows if anything this lesson would backfire and send his hyung straight to the enemy. So he copes, bringing Luhan closer with an arm around the smaller frame, caressing his back gently.
“I miss you, you’re weird these days” Luhan’s smooth voice breaks the silence in the bedroom.
“I miss you too, hyung” he swallows a hostile statement of how wrong is that sentence, because he doesn’t know for how long Luhan will stay next to him and he can’t be the one to ruin the moment. Especially since the elder has settled on top of him, eyes sparkling slightly in the darkness of their room. Luhan leans over, lying on his stomach on top of Sehun’s body and cupping the younger’s face to tilt his head in favor of a kiss.
“Oh God, please take me” Kyungsoo’s angry voice is the last thing they hear before their unfortunate roommate grabs his sheets and leaves the lodging to find shelter in Yixing’s bedroom.
*
“Say it again”
“Lu-ge”
Luhan’s whole body shudders watching Minseok’s mouth moving to utter those two words at he thinks nothing can be more arousing. Clasping a hand on the elder’s naked thigh to lift his left just a little further, Luhan bites his lower lip, eyes locked on the other’s stunned face. He loves that look on Minseok, mouth parted and half-lidded eyes, so fucked up he can’t even think straight. Luhan loves to know he’s the one making the elder moan and gasp, that it’s his cock buried deep inside Minseok making his leg twitch and tremble vulnerably.
“Lu-ge” he repeats out of instinct, feeling Luhan’s hands moving to wrap around his neck tightly. Minseok just lets him, he can’t quite tell Luhan off. He can’t bring himself to stop the blonde from maneuvering him and doing as he pleases, even when he knows this turns his relationship with Sehun a lot more difficult.
Luhan pulls out quickly, moving away to roll Minseok’s body so he’s lying on his stomach, legs spread apart and ass propped from the mattress. The younger takes a moment to look at the other’s wet hole clench in need and brushes the tip of his cock over Minseok’s entrance. The moan that escapes the elder’s mouth is dirty and exciting. “Do you want it?” Luhan teases, tapping his cock repeatedly over the sticky ring and earning more moans.
“Do it” Minseok pants, unable to turn his head and look at Luhan
“Ask for it” the younger says, positioning his hardness right in front of the ginger’s protruding entrance.
“Fuck me, Luhan-gege” the voice comes low and weary, and the Minseok’s yelp when Luhan thrusts into him at once has the other clasping a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t scream” he says, body bending to lick a stripe on Minseok’s spine and feeling the elder’s body shivering into the touch. It’s amazing how the slightest thing about Kim Minseok drives Luhan crazy, he can’t take his hands off of the man.
When Minseok’s moans come in stammers, Luhan knows he’s close. So he pulls out uncaringly, siting and tapping on his lap. “Come here”
The elder crawls towards him, letting the blonde grab his arms and settle him on his lap.
Luhan fists both hands on Minseok’s hair and licks his own mouth in expectation “You’re beautiful” he says, watching color grace his hyung’s features. They’ve been sleeping together for two months or so, and Minseok still can’t help blushing whenever Luhan compliments him.
“Shut up” he says embarrassedly, letting Luhan lift his body just a bit to line his cock beneath Minseok’s hole. When the younger’s length enters him, his mouth opens instantly, jaw hanging loose in a silent scream as his eyes shut tightly. Luhan pushes further, gripping at Minseok’s waist for support and the elder rests his palms on the younger’s chest, lifting his ass a little and then dropping to help Luhan’s dick to reach his prostate “Oh, yes gege”
“You want to ride me?” the blonde asks, removing his hands from the other’s waist and leaving him on his own as he leans tiredly against the headboard. “Then ride me. Fuck yourself”
Minseok’s moans become louder when he starts to lift his body and then drop back to let Luhan’s hard length drill him open, a sharp pain mixed with the inevitable pleasure of feeling so full. He’s close enough before Luhan grasps at his leaking cock, spreading precome all across his hardness to ease the stroking. “L-Lu… I’m gonna- ahh”
Then a hand wrapped impossibly tight around the base of his dick prevents him from coming, and when he looks at Luhan, brows furrowed in a silent plea and lower lip caught between teeth, the younger chuckles menacingly. “Not now, beautiful”
“B-but Lu-”
“I’m in charge here” Luhan draws his face close to claim Minseok’s mouth in a lazy, tempting kiss that has the elder moaning and quivering. “And I say you can’t come”
Almost to prove a point Luhan rocks his hips painfully slow, watching the one on top of him biting his knuckles hopelessly.
“Oh, you’re so close, aren’t you?” he teases “If only I could remove my hand…”
“Fuck, Luhan let me come!” the smaller yelps, grabbing two handfuls of Luhan’s hair and pulling it harshly. He Luhan could mess with his mind Minseok could try to give him pain as well.
Luhan grits his teeth as the elder pulls his hair, thrusting faster. He’s close himself, and the way Minseok moves on top of him has his cock twitching.
He doesn’t think he can’t wait any longer, so he slackens the grip on the other’s cock and continues stroking. Minseok’s moans fill the room and Luhan comes, feeling something sticky spreading on his hand and stomach as the elder releases at the same time.
Minseok’s body falls limp over his, and Luhan hugs him adoringly, pressing a kiss on the elder’s shoulder as he caresses his back.
Luhan knows the way Sehun glares at Minseok is dangerous. He’s been watching Sehun run out of patience and worries for his hyung’s safety. Sehun can be diabolical if threatened and Minseok is a threat. Luhan feels awful. It’s not like he doesn’t want to be with Sehun - he does, a lot. He’s been in love with Sehun for a long time now, the only problem is Kim Minseok, lighting inside him some kind of flame or urge or whatever that drives him crazy.
“Lu-ge!” Minseok’s caring voice snaps him out of his reverie, running a hand through Luhan’s hair “You ok?” He smiles, shaking his head slightly and shoots the other a reassuring look.
“Yeah, it’s fine” he says, turning his head to gaze at Sehun at the other side of the room. They’ve been waiting for the live recording for hours now having already rehearsed and the boredom of the waiting room pushes them out of their own minds. Tao, Jongdae, Yixing and Chanyeol are passed out in different corners of the room; Jongin plays some game at his phone, Yifan and Baekhyun talk excitedly and the others are probably around, eating or socializing with other idols.
Sehun is just there, sitting exactly in front of Luhan and Minseok, making their stay incredibly uncomfortable and not even blinking between glares.
“He seems pissed” the elder says, giggling amusedly after glancing at Sehun’s statue across the room. “Probably thinks you’re fucking me”
“Well, aren’t I?” he questions, catching Minseok’s chin between two fingers and studying his face. He shouldn’t do that, not in front of Sehun at least but Luhan feels extraordinarily provocative today, so he goes for the other’s mouth.
“Luhan, no” Minseok dodges the kiss by turning his face away, pushing Luhan lightly by the shoulders.
Luhan only acknowledges Sehun’s dragged him away from Minseok when they are out of the waiting room.
“Hey, hey, hey!” he disentangles from the boy’s grip and fires him his darkest stare “Have you lost your mind? You need to pull yourself together”
“Stop touching him” Sehun warns warily, mouth shivering and eyes glinting as he steps closer to Luhan. He’s angry, for a second Luhan thinks he’s never seen Sehun so angry. “Stop looking at him like that; stop giving him so much attention!”
And then he understands, he watches a whole movie starring the person he loves and someone else playing right through Sehun’s eyes, and Luhan understands. He knows he’s been selfish. And the worst is that he’s not willing to change. The only thing left to do is remediate.
“Sehun-ah” he reaches for Sehun, but stops midway uncertainly. The boy drops his eyes and Luhan understands it as consent, touching Sehun’s face and pulling his head down as he tip toes to lean their foreheads together. The boy closes his eyes, feeling his hyung brushing their noses hesitantly before pecking at his lips so quick he doesn’t even feel it. Luhan probably agrees it was too quick and slides his hand to Sehun’s neck, catching the boy’s lips between his warmly. Sehun is eager, breathing into the kiss like it’s his own air, touching Luhan’s face as if inspecting to know it’s still how it used to be. The elder chuckles when Sehun brings him closer, wrapping safe arms around him to prevent his escape.
“Hyung” he whines “Stop seeing him? Please”
Luhan thinks it’s annoying, but also a little cute. He touches Sehun’s cheek with the tip of his fingers, watching the taller close his eyes and tilt his head for Luhan to touch him more, like a puppy. “I’m sorry Sehun-ah. I won’t neglect you again, I promise”
“That’s not what I want. I want you to be mine, hyung. Only mine, you can’t have someone else”
The look on the boy’s eyes is beyond serious, and Luhan has no intentions of telling him off.
“I’m yours, baby. I’m yours”
That night, he takes Sehun’s hand and brings him to Yixing’s bedroom (“What the fuck Luhan, my room is no motel!” Yixing screamed when Luhan told him to go sleep with Yifan).
Luhan catches a glimpse of Minseok sitting on the couch and their eyes lock right before he disappears with Sehun into the hallway. It’s almost like he wants to apologize for not being considerate enough to wait till the other goes to sleep to take Sehun into Yixing’s bedroom. Minseok nods and Luhan is nearly sure he’s consenting.
“So” he says as soon as the door closes and his fingers are quick in locking the door. Sehun is in front of him, standing close enough to place a palm on Luhan’s waist, lips parted as he watches the elder bite on lower lip.
“So,” the younger approaches with irresolute steps “I saw you looking at him just now”
“Did you?”
“Yeah. You said you were mine, hyung” Sehun slides his hand further to wrap an arm around Luhan’s waist, bringing the other closer. “If you’re mine, don’t look at him”
Luhan laughs. Sehun might be younger, but he’s got to be awarded for that attitude. The way his eyes flicker ominously at Luhan when he demands exclusivity and how he brushes his nose almost kindly onto the elder’s cheek, inhaling his scent.
“I didn’t say I was only yours” he says teasingly, receiving the immediate response of Sehun’s furious fingers piercing his flesh; anxious mouth exploring his neck.
“Only mine,” the boy hisses against his skin before taking some distance to lock their eyes. “And I don’t want you looking at him, or talking to him, or smiling at him or having fun with him. Otherwise I’ll fuck you right in front of him and anyone else”
The words send a shiver down Luhan’s spine and the arm around his waist tightens, forcing a whimper out of his mouth “Would you”
“I will” Sehun reaffirms and claims Luhan’s mouth. He’s not very gentle or careful at all, but that’s what Luhan likes about Sehun. How he takes the smaller man, yanking his clothes and tossing it mindlessly everywhere, pulling Luhan’s hair and licking way into his mouth. Sehun is pretty anxious, so they fuck right there, against the door, with Luhan’s hands scrapping around for support and Sehun holding one of his legs to make his thick length fit Luhan’s entrance. There’s not enough preparation and Sehun doesn’t mind kissing much; the boy is too eager to care about romantic details.
When there’s too much sweat on Sehun’s naked chest for Luhan’s hands to rest, he snakes them up the nape of Sehun’s neck. The ghost of his hands on the boy’s body is seemingly arousing, for Sehun’s thrusts become harder and faster.
“Fuck, Sehun-” he wails when the hardness piercing his hole reaches his prostate; Sehun’s cock drags inside him with ease “Yeah, just like that oh fuck, so good”
“I’m good right?” the younger asks, chuckling satisfactorily as he pulls nearly all out, minding to leave only the tip of his cock inside the elder as he circles his hips provocatively.
“Oh yes, fuck me like this”
“Like this?” Luhan can’t contain the scream when Sehun moves sluggishly to bury his cock back inside Luhan, and the slog drives him crazy. He’s so slow, it’s almost like Sehun’s taking his own time to please every little corner of Luhan.
“Touch me, Se-Sehu-n, touc… touch”
“No” he hisses, slapping away a determined hand the other tries to sneak onto his own dick. The boy snap his hips forward and it’s all Luhan needs to come (and to commit a terrible gaffe).
Luhan, high in lust and everything else Sehun’s dick pounding deep into him incites, screams Minseok’s name as he releases. He’s too gone in his own climax to realize Minseok isn’t fucking him; Sehun is, but is too late when Luhan realizes his mistake, Sehun is already pulling out and grabbing the pieces of clothing tossed all over the ground.
“Fucking hell!” the boy hoots, putting his pants on and proceeding to find the remaining items.
His mind is spinning, and albeit he can’t know if it spins for the climax he’s just reached or for world war three he’s just triggered in one single move, he feels the spinning turning into merciless hammering. Fuck.
“Shit, Sehun” Luhan tries to touch Sehun when he stops moving to wipe the remains of Luhan’s come off his stomach.
The boy shifts to dodge the touch and he goes forward, closing his fingers around Sehun’s forearm in attempt to get the boy to lift his eyes and face him “Let me go” he demands.
“Baby, listen to me”
“Take your fucking hands off of me” Sehun’s voice is cautious and he avoids looking at the elder at all costs.
“I’m sorry-”
“Shut up, Luhan” he decides not to wait till Luhan releases him from the grip and snatches arms away. “Shut the fuck up”
Luhan steps back and crosses arms against his chest, just watching the younger get dressed. What else could he do? There was nothing strong enough to clean the mess he’s just created. What could justify screaming Minseok’s name? “I’m sorry, Sehun, I didn’t mean to…”
“Of course you didn’t mean” the younger fixes his shirt and turns to glare at Luhan. “You’re so fucking in love with him, hyung, and you keep trying to deny and lie to yourself,” he stops, shooting Luhan the saddest look he’s ever saw on Sehun’s beautiful face. “to me… There’s anyone else in your heart”
When Sehun opens the door and leaves Luhan by himself in Yixing’s bedroom, he panics. He doesn’t think clearly when decides to chase the younger till the apartment’s front door, where a very curious Jongin tries to know the reason behind his friends’ tears.
The sight of Sehun crying is very effective in wrenching Luhan’s heart.
“Sehunnie…” he starts, unsure if it’s wise to push Sehun “Let’s talk”
“What happened?” Baekhyun comes from the kitchen just in time to see the maknae opening the door and firing Luhan one last look.
“There’s nothing to talk about, hyung” he chuckles defeated, shaking his head lightly before sighing “Besides, I don’t think you deserve my attention”
*
Under the excuse of mental instability provided by dorm living, Sehun gets permission from the company to spend two months in his family’s house. He thinks it’s a good solution to the problem, since he won’t be forcefully looking at Luhan and Minseok’s faces 24/7. Spending free time with his parents is seemingly the right remedy for his instability, for within one week Sehun feels brand new, as if the thunderstorm of Luhan had never flipped his life upside down.
But it has. And having to be present at several schedules per day next to the elder is a painful reminder.
He’s trying hard not to look at Luhan when Junmyeon approaches him one day at one of the many waiting rooms they’ve been to. Sehun turns his head to pry the leader a look and quickly averts, engaging with his phone game.
“You’re not staring today” the brunette points, sitting next to him.
“Yeah” Sehun answers half-heartedly. He’s not thrilled about discussing the failure of his romance.
“I know you’re upset, but… The air can’t be this tense. I mean, you guys are members of the same group, you can’t hate each other” Junmyeon’s voice is careful and he seems to choose every word separately.
Sehun stops his game and looks at the elder by his side. “I can’t deal with this right now”
“Ok, but…”
“Hyung” he insists “Give me some time?”
The thing that upsets Sehun the most, he thinks, is the way the members have decided to blame him over the horrible atmosphere that’s settled between them. Even Chanyeol, one of the hyungs that cared about him the most, is giving Sehun the cold shoulder. He chooses not to care, but working with them and pretending everything is fine is dreadful.
*
Yixing says it’s all Luhan’s fault.
“It’s all your fault!” he screams when the elder hides beneath many layers of sheets on the other’s bed. “You were greedy and now we have this huge chaos!”
“I can’t choose between them, Xing” as if Yixing is going to understand his reasons, Luhan tries to justify, only receiving a slap to his forehead. “Hey! I’m older!”
“You act like you were 12! I don’t know how Minseok feels about all this, but it was clear since the beginning Sehun wasn’t fond of the idea of sharing you”
“He wasn’t sharing…”
“The kid is eighteen, Luhan. And everyone is acting like he overreacted when you are the real villain”
Luhan closes his eyes, forcing his mind to come up with a good retort, but nothing comes. He knows Yixing is right, there’s no one else to blame but himself.
“You have to choose now. If you want to be with one of them, you need to choose”
But how? He loves Minseok’s tenderness and the way he lets Luhan take care of him; how the elder is considerate enough to call him Luhan-ge just because it stirs him. But he also loves Sehun’s honesty and how he is so sure of wanting Luhan and only Luhan, his bright smile whenever Luhan looks at him or the kindness of packing an apple when he knew Luhan hadn’t time to eat before a schedule.
He couldn’t choose, there wasn’t a choice to begin with. He needed both.
But Yixing was right. He couldn’t keep stowing both Sehun and Minseok; so he decided to do the only thing his brain accepted as right at that moment. Luhan approaches Sehun at Mnet’s studio while they wait for another recording. After catching the sight of Luhan, the boy stiffens, trying to seem like he’s not bothered by the other’s presence.
“Hi” Luhan tries, receiving an unintelligible murmur as response. “Can we talk?”
“I can’t forbid you from talking”
Luhan casts his eyes down, chuckling bitterly before turning to look at Sehun again. “Right”
Sehun’s attitude, which has never intimidated Luhan, sent chills all over his body. Maybe because now the boy had a reason for being mad, maybe because Luhan knew Sehun was right.
“I thought you were saying something?” Sehun’s nasal voice cut his thoughts and Luhan glanced back at him quickly.
“Mm,” he pauses “I’m not quite sure of how to do this”
The way Sehun stared at him stiffly made Luhan falter and think twice before saying anything. Was that really necessary? He liked Sehun so much…
“Uh… I’m… I know I’ve been selfish…”
The boy snorts “Selfish,” Luhan chooses to ignore it.
“… And that you suffered because of me, and I also know is too late now for us to go back to when we were comfortable next to each other and when being close was enough…”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m trying to apologize. And tell you that we can’t be together anymore”
There’s silence. An incredibly uncomfortable kind of silence and Luhan lets it settle between them, taking by the look on Sehun’s face that he shouldn’t be the first to speak. The younger frowns and opens his mouth, closing it right after. Luhan can’t support the look on his face, so he drops his eyes and waits till Sehun manifests.
“So…” the boy starts, looking around to check for possible eavesdroppers “You’re telling me you chose someone… And that this someone isn’t me?”
No. Not at all, Luhan wants to say. He’s about to shake his head, but the other is quicker. Sehun is always quicker in his assumptions every time he misunderstands something.
“You came here to tell me you chose Minseok hyung, is that it?”
“No, Sehun, let me explain-”
“Explain what, Luhan? That I’m too young and eager and don’t know how to suppress my feelings? That I’m too jealous and you can’t stand someone at your neck? That I need to pull myself together?” he outrages, voice already too loud and catching curious eyes around the room. Luhan crosses his arms protectively against his chest. “There’s no need, you’ve been perfectly clear!”
“Hey!” one of the managers approaches and grips at Sehun’s shoulder, glaring meaningfully at him. “Enough” the man looks at Luhan and motions for him to leave. He doesn’t.
“That’s not it, Sehun” he tries in a weak voice.
“Luhan” the manager stresses his name and he decides not to exploit his luck, turning on his heels and stepping away from Sehun.
*
He is expecting the boy to scream at him or to hurl an object in his direction when acknowledges the person knocking on his door is Minseok, but Sehun’s very much civilized ‘come inside’ surprises the elder. Sehun was sent home for two months, his moments on the dorm are rare and Minseok thought that was a rare opportunity to finally talk to the maknae.
He walks inside Sehun, Luhan and Kyungsoo’s shared dorm-room hesitantly. He’s never been there before, at least not to talk to Sehun and the boy being there alone makes the room look completely different. It looks like his place, like Minseok isn’t welcome.
“Let’s talk” he says nonchalantly.
“Sit down” the younger says, already climbing onto the bed and tapping on his smartphone screen. Minseok sat by the edge of Sehun’s mattress and eyed the other until he looked up, averting from his phone and finally making eye contact with the elder. “What’s up?”
“Are you ok?” the question is sincere.
Sehun bobs his head and looks away “Yep. You?”
“Nice. You probably know why I’m here”
“There’s only one thing we have in common” the boy answers thoughtfully, eyes wandering around before resting on Minseok’s face.
Yes, he thinks and his lips tug upwards into some sort of smile.
“So… That was quite a show you pulled the other day at Mnet’s studio”
The thing with Minseok is that he never quite feared Sehun’s explosive reactions. Everyone tip-toed around the boy, afraid not to poke his soft spots and trigger a war but not him. He was always the one to scream and tell the maknae to quit his crap and act like the adult he was supposed to role-play as an idol.
“You were watching” Sehun’s sentence sounded like a question.
“Yeah; all the awards to your always-wronged assumptions.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re too self-centered to look through someone else’s eyes, aren’t you?” he provokes, watching Sehun narrow his eyes confusingly. “Never stopped to think what’s like for Luhan or me. It’s always you, right? You’re the one who’s neglected; you’re the victim, poor Sehun”
“You seriously came here to spite me?” the younger’s posture on the bed is stiffer, defensive.
“See?” Minseok points a finger at him, almost jumping from his seat as he exclaims “You’re already trying to acquit yourself, to make me look like a bad wolf who wants to eat your whole life”
“But you’re the one cursing at me!”
“That’s just what you do, Sehun. I’m here trying to make you realize the world doesn’t revolve around you, and not always people will try to fuck things up for you. Not always people will choose you, not always they will care about your pits”
“I don’t have pits” Sehun’s voice is unsure. “I stand up for myself”
“By blaming the whole world but you?” the elder snorts, smirking mockingly “That’s a childish tactic, don’t you think?”
The boy seemingly gets tired of Minseok’s speech, standing up without a warning and towering above the one still sitting. “You don’t get to walk into my room and say shit about me! You got him, haven’t you? He chose you; it’s too damn easy for you to look tough and superior when everything is so great!”
Minseok snorts again, putting himself up and looking up at Sehun, not daunted at all by his height. “He didn’t, you stupid. That’s the point”
“What?”
“While you were hating me and building a fortress of self-pity around yourself Luhan was struggling. And you didn’t even care to ask how he felt about it, how hard it was for him to love two men” he pauses and takes a deep breath. Sehun infuriates him with that snob expression and half-lidded eyes. Always looking so much better than everyone else and incapable of making a mistake. Fucking brat “He didn't choose, Sehun. There wasn’t a choice to begin with”
Silence falls over them, and next thing realization washes Sehun’s face. “Is he… Alone?”
“He loves you; I swear to God I don’t know why. But he also loves me, and this can’t work with all of us entangling ourselves. We need each other, and the other members need us for EXO to work”
Sehun’s eyes are unfocused, lost in the depths of his mind probably letting the elder’s words sink in.
“It’s not about us. Before us, there’s EXO and that is something we love too much to let go”
*
Sehun’s eyes focus across the room where Luhan, Yixing and Baekhyun are joyfully talking about what they’re going to buy with the bonus they’ve just received. Luhan looks dazzling. It’s not like it hasn’t been painful to him, Sehun knows it is. It’s just Luhan chooses not to revolve around it, and the younger has been trying to honor Luhan’s choice, practicing harder and being better.
When Luhan locks eyes with him, Sehun walks over decidedly. Yixing and Baekhyun leave as soon as they notice the maknae approaching, giving both Luhan and Sehun reassuring looks.
They stand, facing each other hesitantly and Sehun replays the last couple weeks’ events his mind. Maybe Luhan is too.
“Sehun,” the elder starts, stopping right away.
The nods condescendingly, thinking he knows everything Luhan is thinking, because he’s thinking the same thing “I know hyung. I know” he smiles, placing a hand on the nape of Luhan’s neck, brushing a thumb over the area. “I’m sorry”
There’s so much more he could say. ‘I didn’t mean to corner you’, ‘Sorry for being a brat’, ‘I don’t think Minseok hyung is an imp’.
I just… Love you too much, hyung.
Almost like Luhan knows, the elder smiles feebly. He knew that smile, it’s an honest one. It’s possible that they’ve developed the ability of reading each other’s minds. They look at each other understandingly, Sehun letting his arm fall from Luhan’s neck, sparing him one last smile before walking the opposite direction.
A/N: I know this wasn't much, but thank you reading it ♥
I'm sorry about all those mistakes, but I hope you liked it OP :(((
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Pairing: luhan/xiumin, sehun/luhan
Genre: smut, canon, and i tried to pull some angsty romance again. not sure if it worked lol
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5,2k words
Summary: Sehun can be diabolical if threatened and Minseok is a threat.
A/N: Hai hai. This was written for this prompt.
First of all, I'm sorry it took so long for me to fill this, OP.
I went through a block out of the blue, and then there was holidays and ;_; Pardon me :(
I'm not satisfied with how this turned bc it was sooooo harddddd to finish it ;___;
But I loved the prompt so much, so I kept going and now there's this word vomit I can't stop apologizing for.
~ Friendly reminder that I'm not an english speaker, so you will find weird things. Sorry about that.
REVOLVE AROUND ME
*
He hates it.
He hates the way Luhan caresses Minseok’s cheek with his knuckles; he hates how Minseok blushes and leans into the touch and how they look like a fucking couple. He hates it when the members start the ‘get married!’, ‘kiss already!’ teasing. He hates it so much.
“You’re staring” Junmyeon’s whisper startles him “Stop staring”
“But he’s touching”
“Sehun…”
Feeling vexed and wronged, Sehun recoils his claws and crosses his arms on his chest. Why is he the one being scolded when Luhan is practically eating Minseok alive? In his front, what’s even worse, because despite what Jongin says about Sehun and Luhan never putting a name to their relationship, they are something so the elder’s actions can be filed under disrespectful. And Sehun isn’t fine with disrespect.
Yixing’s room is practically everybody’s room. He’s supposed to share the place with a manager, but said manager is rarely there, making possible for the members to expel the sole occupant whenever they need.
Sehun is discontent in acknowledging Luhan is the one who mostly claims Yixing’s bedroom and that night is one of those nights. He’s watching a late night TV show when the dancer comes stumbling from the rooms’ hallway, dazed countenance and seemingly out of his own mind.
“Are you up?” Yixing asks on auto pilot, letting his body fall next to Sehun on the couch tiredly.
“Why are you here? Did Chanyeol and Jongin expel you again? It’s the third time this week”
“No, Luhan told me to leave” the other mumbles in his cluttered Korean and grabs Sehun’s arm, adjusting himself to a comfortable position with the boy’s arm as a pillow.
A lumpy, sleepy voice breaks in “Xing, what are you doing there?” Yifan grabs a half-asleep Yixing and glares at Sehun “Were you touching my boyfriend?” without waiting for an answer, the taller drags his boyfriend with him, disappearing into the hallways.
The thought of Luhan and Minseok getting intimate sends jolts of anger across Sehun’s body and he can’t help the heat as his blood boils in fury. He hates that diminutive project of a wannabe Chinese person; he is the reason why Luhan doesn’t smile at Sehun like he used to. Minseok is the one to blame, not satisfied in monopolizing his hyung when they’re at China and demanding all of Luhan also in Korea. Sehun hates him.
In the few days Luhan sneaks his way into Sehun’s bed (much to Kyungsoo’s distaste), he feels like nothing’s changed, that he’s still Luhan’s favorite and that his hyung would do anything to please him. Seems like an invitation, the way Luhan slides his hand beneath Sehun’s shirt and nuzzles his face into the crook of the younger’s neck, planting soft kisses over the entire expanse. Come in, I’m yours.
Sehun hums, feeling deep inside his bitter heart a ferocious urge to deny Luhan, to shove his hands away and teach him a lesson - a stay-away-from-Minseok lesson. But he knows if anything this lesson would backfire and send his hyung straight to the enemy. So he copes, bringing Luhan closer with an arm around the smaller frame, caressing his back gently.
“I miss you, you’re weird these days” Luhan’s smooth voice breaks the silence in the bedroom.
“I miss you too, hyung” he swallows a hostile statement of how wrong is that sentence, because he doesn’t know for how long Luhan will stay next to him and he can’t be the one to ruin the moment. Especially since the elder has settled on top of him, eyes sparkling slightly in the darkness of their room. Luhan leans over, lying on his stomach on top of Sehun’s body and cupping the younger’s face to tilt his head in favor of a kiss.
“Oh God, please take me” Kyungsoo’s angry voice is the last thing they hear before their unfortunate roommate grabs his sheets and leaves the lodging to find shelter in Yixing’s bedroom.
*
“Say it again”
“Lu-ge”
Luhan’s whole body shudders watching Minseok’s mouth moving to utter those two words at he thinks nothing can be more arousing. Clasping a hand on the elder’s naked thigh to lift his left just a little further, Luhan bites his lower lip, eyes locked on the other’s stunned face. He loves that look on Minseok, mouth parted and half-lidded eyes, so fucked up he can’t even think straight. Luhan loves to know he’s the one making the elder moan and gasp, that it’s his cock buried deep inside Minseok making his leg twitch and tremble vulnerably.
“Lu-ge” he repeats out of instinct, feeling Luhan’s hands moving to wrap around his neck tightly. Minseok just lets him, he can’t quite tell Luhan off. He can’t bring himself to stop the blonde from maneuvering him and doing as he pleases, even when he knows this turns his relationship with Sehun a lot more difficult.
Luhan pulls out quickly, moving away to roll Minseok’s body so he’s lying on his stomach, legs spread apart and ass propped from the mattress. The younger takes a moment to look at the other’s wet hole clench in need and brushes the tip of his cock over Minseok’s entrance. The moan that escapes the elder’s mouth is dirty and exciting. “Do you want it?” Luhan teases, tapping his cock repeatedly over the sticky ring and earning more moans.
“Do it” Minseok pants, unable to turn his head and look at Luhan
“Ask for it” the younger says, positioning his hardness right in front of the ginger’s protruding entrance.
“Fuck me, Luhan-gege” the voice comes low and weary, and the Minseok’s yelp when Luhan thrusts into him at once has the other clasping a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t scream” he says, body bending to lick a stripe on Minseok’s spine and feeling the elder’s body shivering into the touch. It’s amazing how the slightest thing about Kim Minseok drives Luhan crazy, he can’t take his hands off of the man.
When Minseok’s moans come in stammers, Luhan knows he’s close. So he pulls out uncaringly, siting and tapping on his lap. “Come here”
The elder crawls towards him, letting the blonde grab his arms and settle him on his lap.
Luhan fists both hands on Minseok’s hair and licks his own mouth in expectation “You’re beautiful” he says, watching color grace his hyung’s features. They’ve been sleeping together for two months or so, and Minseok still can’t help blushing whenever Luhan compliments him.
“Shut up” he says embarrassedly, letting Luhan lift his body just a bit to line his cock beneath Minseok’s hole. When the younger’s length enters him, his mouth opens instantly, jaw hanging loose in a silent scream as his eyes shut tightly. Luhan pushes further, gripping at Minseok’s waist for support and the elder rests his palms on the younger’s chest, lifting his ass a little and then dropping to help Luhan’s dick to reach his prostate “Oh, yes gege”
“You want to ride me?” the blonde asks, removing his hands from the other’s waist and leaving him on his own as he leans tiredly against the headboard. “Then ride me. Fuck yourself”
Minseok’s moans become louder when he starts to lift his body and then drop back to let Luhan’s hard length drill him open, a sharp pain mixed with the inevitable pleasure of feeling so full. He’s close enough before Luhan grasps at his leaking cock, spreading precome all across his hardness to ease the stroking. “L-Lu… I’m gonna- ahh”
Then a hand wrapped impossibly tight around the base of his dick prevents him from coming, and when he looks at Luhan, brows furrowed in a silent plea and lower lip caught between teeth, the younger chuckles menacingly. “Not now, beautiful”
“B-but Lu-”
“I’m in charge here” Luhan draws his face close to claim Minseok’s mouth in a lazy, tempting kiss that has the elder moaning and quivering. “And I say you can’t come”
Almost to prove a point Luhan rocks his hips painfully slow, watching the one on top of him biting his knuckles hopelessly.
“Oh, you’re so close, aren’t you?” he teases “If only I could remove my hand…”
“Fuck, Luhan let me come!” the smaller yelps, grabbing two handfuls of Luhan’s hair and pulling it harshly. He Luhan could mess with his mind Minseok could try to give him pain as well.
Luhan grits his teeth as the elder pulls his hair, thrusting faster. He’s close himself, and the way Minseok moves on top of him has his cock twitching.
He doesn’t think he can’t wait any longer, so he slackens the grip on the other’s cock and continues stroking. Minseok’s moans fill the room and Luhan comes, feeling something sticky spreading on his hand and stomach as the elder releases at the same time.
Minseok’s body falls limp over his, and Luhan hugs him adoringly, pressing a kiss on the elder’s shoulder as he caresses his back.
Luhan knows the way Sehun glares at Minseok is dangerous. He’s been watching Sehun run out of patience and worries for his hyung’s safety. Sehun can be diabolical if threatened and Minseok is a threat. Luhan feels awful. It’s not like he doesn’t want to be with Sehun - he does, a lot. He’s been in love with Sehun for a long time now, the only problem is Kim Minseok, lighting inside him some kind of flame or urge or whatever that drives him crazy.
“Lu-ge!” Minseok’s caring voice snaps him out of his reverie, running a hand through Luhan’s hair “You ok?” He smiles, shaking his head slightly and shoots the other a reassuring look.
“Yeah, it’s fine” he says, turning his head to gaze at Sehun at the other side of the room. They’ve been waiting for the live recording for hours now having already rehearsed and the boredom of the waiting room pushes them out of their own minds. Tao, Jongdae, Yixing and Chanyeol are passed out in different corners of the room; Jongin plays some game at his phone, Yifan and Baekhyun talk excitedly and the others are probably around, eating or socializing with other idols.
Sehun is just there, sitting exactly in front of Luhan and Minseok, making their stay incredibly uncomfortable and not even blinking between glares.
“He seems pissed” the elder says, giggling amusedly after glancing at Sehun’s statue across the room. “Probably thinks you’re fucking me”
“Well, aren’t I?” he questions, catching Minseok’s chin between two fingers and studying his face. He shouldn’t do that, not in front of Sehun at least but Luhan feels extraordinarily provocative today, so he goes for the other’s mouth.
“Luhan, no” Minseok dodges the kiss by turning his face away, pushing Luhan lightly by the shoulders.
Luhan only acknowledges Sehun’s dragged him away from Minseok when they are out of the waiting room.
“Hey, hey, hey!” he disentangles from the boy’s grip and fires him his darkest stare “Have you lost your mind? You need to pull yourself together”
“Stop touching him” Sehun warns warily, mouth shivering and eyes glinting as he steps closer to Luhan. He’s angry, for a second Luhan thinks he’s never seen Sehun so angry. “Stop looking at him like that; stop giving him so much attention!”
And then he understands, he watches a whole movie starring the person he loves and someone else playing right through Sehun’s eyes, and Luhan understands. He knows he’s been selfish. And the worst is that he’s not willing to change. The only thing left to do is remediate.
“Sehun-ah” he reaches for Sehun, but stops midway uncertainly. The boy drops his eyes and Luhan understands it as consent, touching Sehun’s face and pulling his head down as he tip toes to lean their foreheads together. The boy closes his eyes, feeling his hyung brushing their noses hesitantly before pecking at his lips so quick he doesn’t even feel it. Luhan probably agrees it was too quick and slides his hand to Sehun’s neck, catching the boy’s lips between his warmly. Sehun is eager, breathing into the kiss like it’s his own air, touching Luhan’s face as if inspecting to know it’s still how it used to be. The elder chuckles when Sehun brings him closer, wrapping safe arms around him to prevent his escape.
“Hyung” he whines “Stop seeing him? Please”
Luhan thinks it’s annoying, but also a little cute. He touches Sehun’s cheek with the tip of his fingers, watching the taller close his eyes and tilt his head for Luhan to touch him more, like a puppy. “I’m sorry Sehun-ah. I won’t neglect you again, I promise”
“That’s not what I want. I want you to be mine, hyung. Only mine, you can’t have someone else”
The look on the boy’s eyes is beyond serious, and Luhan has no intentions of telling him off.
“I’m yours, baby. I’m yours”
That night, he takes Sehun’s hand and brings him to Yixing’s bedroom (“What the fuck Luhan, my room is no motel!” Yixing screamed when Luhan told him to go sleep with Yifan).
Luhan catches a glimpse of Minseok sitting on the couch and their eyes lock right before he disappears with Sehun into the hallway. It’s almost like he wants to apologize for not being considerate enough to wait till the other goes to sleep to take Sehun into Yixing’s bedroom. Minseok nods and Luhan is nearly sure he’s consenting.
“So” he says as soon as the door closes and his fingers are quick in locking the door. Sehun is in front of him, standing close enough to place a palm on Luhan’s waist, lips parted as he watches the elder bite on lower lip.
“So,” the younger approaches with irresolute steps “I saw you looking at him just now”
“Did you?”
“Yeah. You said you were mine, hyung” Sehun slides his hand further to wrap an arm around Luhan’s waist, bringing the other closer. “If you’re mine, don’t look at him”
Luhan laughs. Sehun might be younger, but he’s got to be awarded for that attitude. The way his eyes flicker ominously at Luhan when he demands exclusivity and how he brushes his nose almost kindly onto the elder’s cheek, inhaling his scent.
“I didn’t say I was only yours” he says teasingly, receiving the immediate response of Sehun’s furious fingers piercing his flesh; anxious mouth exploring his neck.
“Only mine,” the boy hisses against his skin before taking some distance to lock their eyes. “And I don’t want you looking at him, or talking to him, or smiling at him or having fun with him. Otherwise I’ll fuck you right in front of him and anyone else”
The words send a shiver down Luhan’s spine and the arm around his waist tightens, forcing a whimper out of his mouth “Would you”
“I will” Sehun reaffirms and claims Luhan’s mouth. He’s not very gentle or careful at all, but that’s what Luhan likes about Sehun. How he takes the smaller man, yanking his clothes and tossing it mindlessly everywhere, pulling Luhan’s hair and licking way into his mouth. Sehun is pretty anxious, so they fuck right there, against the door, with Luhan’s hands scrapping around for support and Sehun holding one of his legs to make his thick length fit Luhan’s entrance. There’s not enough preparation and Sehun doesn’t mind kissing much; the boy is too eager to care about romantic details.
When there’s too much sweat on Sehun’s naked chest for Luhan’s hands to rest, he snakes them up the nape of Sehun’s neck. The ghost of his hands on the boy’s body is seemingly arousing, for Sehun’s thrusts become harder and faster.
“Fuck, Sehun-” he wails when the hardness piercing his hole reaches his prostate; Sehun’s cock drags inside him with ease “Yeah, just like that oh fuck, so good”
“I’m good right?” the younger asks, chuckling satisfactorily as he pulls nearly all out, minding to leave only the tip of his cock inside the elder as he circles his hips provocatively.
“Oh yes, fuck me like this”
“Like this?” Luhan can’t contain the scream when Sehun moves sluggishly to bury his cock back inside Luhan, and the slog drives him crazy. He’s so slow, it’s almost like Sehun’s taking his own time to please every little corner of Luhan.
“Touch me, Se-Sehu-n, touc… touch”
“No” he hisses, slapping away a determined hand the other tries to sneak onto his own dick. The boy snap his hips forward and it’s all Luhan needs to come (and to commit a terrible gaffe).
Luhan, high in lust and everything else Sehun’s dick pounding deep into him incites, screams Minseok’s name as he releases. He’s too gone in his own climax to realize Minseok isn’t fucking him; Sehun is, but is too late when Luhan realizes his mistake, Sehun is already pulling out and grabbing the pieces of clothing tossed all over the ground.
“Fucking hell!” the boy hoots, putting his pants on and proceeding to find the remaining items.
His mind is spinning, and albeit he can’t know if it spins for the climax he’s just reached or for world war three he’s just triggered in one single move, he feels the spinning turning into merciless hammering. Fuck.
“Shit, Sehun” Luhan tries to touch Sehun when he stops moving to wipe the remains of Luhan’s come off his stomach.
The boy shifts to dodge the touch and he goes forward, closing his fingers around Sehun’s forearm in attempt to get the boy to lift his eyes and face him “Let me go” he demands.
“Baby, listen to me”
“Take your fucking hands off of me” Sehun’s voice is cautious and he avoids looking at the elder at all costs.
“I’m sorry-”
“Shut up, Luhan” he decides not to wait till Luhan releases him from the grip and snatches arms away. “Shut the fuck up”
Luhan steps back and crosses arms against his chest, just watching the younger get dressed. What else could he do? There was nothing strong enough to clean the mess he’s just created. What could justify screaming Minseok’s name? “I’m sorry, Sehun, I didn’t mean to…”
“Of course you didn’t mean” the younger fixes his shirt and turns to glare at Luhan. “You’re so fucking in love with him, hyung, and you keep trying to deny and lie to yourself,” he stops, shooting Luhan the saddest look he’s ever saw on Sehun’s beautiful face. “to me… There’s anyone else in your heart”
When Sehun opens the door and leaves Luhan by himself in Yixing’s bedroom, he panics. He doesn’t think clearly when decides to chase the younger till the apartment’s front door, where a very curious Jongin tries to know the reason behind his friends’ tears.
The sight of Sehun crying is very effective in wrenching Luhan’s heart.
“Sehunnie…” he starts, unsure if it’s wise to push Sehun “Let’s talk”
“What happened?” Baekhyun comes from the kitchen just in time to see the maknae opening the door and firing Luhan one last look.
“There’s nothing to talk about, hyung” he chuckles defeated, shaking his head lightly before sighing “Besides, I don’t think you deserve my attention”
*
Under the excuse of mental instability provided by dorm living, Sehun gets permission from the company to spend two months in his family’s house. He thinks it’s a good solution to the problem, since he won’t be forcefully looking at Luhan and Minseok’s faces 24/7. Spending free time with his parents is seemingly the right remedy for his instability, for within one week Sehun feels brand new, as if the thunderstorm of Luhan had never flipped his life upside down.
But it has. And having to be present at several schedules per day next to the elder is a painful reminder.
He’s trying hard not to look at Luhan when Junmyeon approaches him one day at one of the many waiting rooms they’ve been to. Sehun turns his head to pry the leader a look and quickly averts, engaging with his phone game.
“You’re not staring today” the brunette points, sitting next to him.
“Yeah” Sehun answers half-heartedly. He’s not thrilled about discussing the failure of his romance.
“I know you’re upset, but… The air can’t be this tense. I mean, you guys are members of the same group, you can’t hate each other” Junmyeon’s voice is careful and he seems to choose every word separately.
Sehun stops his game and looks at the elder by his side. “I can’t deal with this right now”
“Ok, but…”
“Hyung” he insists “Give me some time?”
The thing that upsets Sehun the most, he thinks, is the way the members have decided to blame him over the horrible atmosphere that’s settled between them. Even Chanyeol, one of the hyungs that cared about him the most, is giving Sehun the cold shoulder. He chooses not to care, but working with them and pretending everything is fine is dreadful.
*
Yixing says it’s all Luhan’s fault.
“It’s all your fault!” he screams when the elder hides beneath many layers of sheets on the other’s bed. “You were greedy and now we have this huge chaos!”
“I can’t choose between them, Xing” as if Yixing is going to understand his reasons, Luhan tries to justify, only receiving a slap to his forehead. “Hey! I’m older!”
“You act like you were 12! I don’t know how Minseok feels about all this, but it was clear since the beginning Sehun wasn’t fond of the idea of sharing you”
“He wasn’t sharing…”
“The kid is eighteen, Luhan. And everyone is acting like he overreacted when you are the real villain”
Luhan closes his eyes, forcing his mind to come up with a good retort, but nothing comes. He knows Yixing is right, there’s no one else to blame but himself.
“You have to choose now. If you want to be with one of them, you need to choose”
But how? He loves Minseok’s tenderness and the way he lets Luhan take care of him; how the elder is considerate enough to call him Luhan-ge just because it stirs him. But he also loves Sehun’s honesty and how he is so sure of wanting Luhan and only Luhan, his bright smile whenever Luhan looks at him or the kindness of packing an apple when he knew Luhan hadn’t time to eat before a schedule.
He couldn’t choose, there wasn’t a choice to begin with. He needed both.
But Yixing was right. He couldn’t keep stowing both Sehun and Minseok; so he decided to do the only thing his brain accepted as right at that moment. Luhan approaches Sehun at Mnet’s studio while they wait for another recording. After catching the sight of Luhan, the boy stiffens, trying to seem like he’s not bothered by the other’s presence.
“Hi” Luhan tries, receiving an unintelligible murmur as response. “Can we talk?”
“I can’t forbid you from talking”
Luhan casts his eyes down, chuckling bitterly before turning to look at Sehun again. “Right”
Sehun’s attitude, which has never intimidated Luhan, sent chills all over his body. Maybe because now the boy had a reason for being mad, maybe because Luhan knew Sehun was right.
“I thought you were saying something?” Sehun’s nasal voice cut his thoughts and Luhan glanced back at him quickly.
“Mm,” he pauses “I’m not quite sure of how to do this”
The way Sehun stared at him stiffly made Luhan falter and think twice before saying anything. Was that really necessary? He liked Sehun so much…
“Uh… I’m… I know I’ve been selfish…”
The boy snorts “Selfish,” Luhan chooses to ignore it.
“… And that you suffered because of me, and I also know is too late now for us to go back to when we were comfortable next to each other and when being close was enough…”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m trying to apologize. And tell you that we can’t be together anymore”
There’s silence. An incredibly uncomfortable kind of silence and Luhan lets it settle between them, taking by the look on Sehun’s face that he shouldn’t be the first to speak. The younger frowns and opens his mouth, closing it right after. Luhan can’t support the look on his face, so he drops his eyes and waits till Sehun manifests.
“So…” the boy starts, looking around to check for possible eavesdroppers “You’re telling me you chose someone… And that this someone isn’t me?”
No. Not at all, Luhan wants to say. He’s about to shake his head, but the other is quicker. Sehun is always quicker in his assumptions every time he misunderstands something.
“You came here to tell me you chose Minseok hyung, is that it?”
“No, Sehun, let me explain-”
“Explain what, Luhan? That I’m too young and eager and don’t know how to suppress my feelings? That I’m too jealous and you can’t stand someone at your neck? That I need to pull myself together?” he outrages, voice already too loud and catching curious eyes around the room. Luhan crosses his arms protectively against his chest. “There’s no need, you’ve been perfectly clear!”
“Hey!” one of the managers approaches and grips at Sehun’s shoulder, glaring meaningfully at him. “Enough” the man looks at Luhan and motions for him to leave. He doesn’t.
“That’s not it, Sehun” he tries in a weak voice.
“Luhan” the manager stresses his name and he decides not to exploit his luck, turning on his heels and stepping away from Sehun.
*
He is expecting the boy to scream at him or to hurl an object in his direction when acknowledges the person knocking on his door is Minseok, but Sehun’s very much civilized ‘come inside’ surprises the elder. Sehun was sent home for two months, his moments on the dorm are rare and Minseok thought that was a rare opportunity to finally talk to the maknae.
He walks inside Sehun, Luhan and Kyungsoo’s shared dorm-room hesitantly. He’s never been there before, at least not to talk to Sehun and the boy being there alone makes the room look completely different. It looks like his place, like Minseok isn’t welcome.
“Let’s talk” he says nonchalantly.
“Sit down” the younger says, already climbing onto the bed and tapping on his smartphone screen. Minseok sat by the edge of Sehun’s mattress and eyed the other until he looked up, averting from his phone and finally making eye contact with the elder. “What’s up?”
“Are you ok?” the question is sincere.
Sehun bobs his head and looks away “Yep. You?”
“Nice. You probably know why I’m here”
“There’s only one thing we have in common” the boy answers thoughtfully, eyes wandering around before resting on Minseok’s face.
Yes, he thinks and his lips tug upwards into some sort of smile.
“So… That was quite a show you pulled the other day at Mnet’s studio”
The thing with Minseok is that he never quite feared Sehun’s explosive reactions. Everyone tip-toed around the boy, afraid not to poke his soft spots and trigger a war but not him. He was always the one to scream and tell the maknae to quit his crap and act like the adult he was supposed to role-play as an idol.
“You were watching” Sehun’s sentence sounded like a question.
“Yeah; all the awards to your always-wronged assumptions.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re too self-centered to look through someone else’s eyes, aren’t you?” he provokes, watching Sehun narrow his eyes confusingly. “Never stopped to think what’s like for Luhan or me. It’s always you, right? You’re the one who’s neglected; you’re the victim, poor Sehun”
“You seriously came here to spite me?” the younger’s posture on the bed is stiffer, defensive.
“See?” Minseok points a finger at him, almost jumping from his seat as he exclaims “You’re already trying to acquit yourself, to make me look like a bad wolf who wants to eat your whole life”
“But you’re the one cursing at me!”
“That’s just what you do, Sehun. I’m here trying to make you realize the world doesn’t revolve around you, and not always people will try to fuck things up for you. Not always people will choose you, not always they will care about your pits”
“I don’t have pits” Sehun’s voice is unsure. “I stand up for myself”
“By blaming the whole world but you?” the elder snorts, smirking mockingly “That’s a childish tactic, don’t you think?”
The boy seemingly gets tired of Minseok’s speech, standing up without a warning and towering above the one still sitting. “You don’t get to walk into my room and say shit about me! You got him, haven’t you? He chose you; it’s too damn easy for you to look tough and superior when everything is so great!”
Minseok snorts again, putting himself up and looking up at Sehun, not daunted at all by his height. “He didn’t, you stupid. That’s the point”
“What?”
“While you were hating me and building a fortress of self-pity around yourself Luhan was struggling. And you didn’t even care to ask how he felt about it, how hard it was for him to love two men” he pauses and takes a deep breath. Sehun infuriates him with that snob expression and half-lidded eyes. Always looking so much better than everyone else and incapable of making a mistake. Fucking brat “He didn't choose, Sehun. There wasn’t a choice to begin with”
Silence falls over them, and next thing realization washes Sehun’s face. “Is he… Alone?”
“He loves you; I swear to God I don’t know why. But he also loves me, and this can’t work with all of us entangling ourselves. We need each other, and the other members need us for EXO to work”
Sehun’s eyes are unfocused, lost in the depths of his mind probably letting the elder’s words sink in.
“It’s not about us. Before us, there’s EXO and that is something we love too much to let go”
*
Sehun’s eyes focus across the room where Luhan, Yixing and Baekhyun are joyfully talking about what they’re going to buy with the bonus they’ve just received. Luhan looks dazzling. It’s not like it hasn’t been painful to him, Sehun knows it is. It’s just Luhan chooses not to revolve around it, and the younger has been trying to honor Luhan’s choice, practicing harder and being better.
When Luhan locks eyes with him, Sehun walks over decidedly. Yixing and Baekhyun leave as soon as they notice the maknae approaching, giving both Luhan and Sehun reassuring looks.
They stand, facing each other hesitantly and Sehun replays the last couple weeks’ events his mind. Maybe Luhan is too.
“Sehun,” the elder starts, stopping right away.
The nods condescendingly, thinking he knows everything Luhan is thinking, because he’s thinking the same thing “I know hyung. I know” he smiles, placing a hand on the nape of Luhan’s neck, brushing a thumb over the area. “I’m sorry”
There’s so much more he could say. ‘I didn’t mean to corner you’, ‘Sorry for being a brat’, ‘I don’t think Minseok hyung is an imp’.
I just… Love you too much, hyung.
Almost like Luhan knows, the elder smiles feebly. He knew that smile, it’s an honest one. It’s possible that they’ve developed the ability of reading each other’s minds. They look at each other understandingly, Sehun letting his arm fall from Luhan’s neck, sparing him one last smile before walking the opposite direction.
A/N: I know this wasn't much, but thank you reading it ♥
I'm sorry about all those mistakes, but I hope you liked it OP :(((
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