Sunday Morning (and I Never Want to Leave)
Title: Sunday Morning (and I Never Want to Leave)
Pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
Rating: G
Genre: AU, Fluff
Word count: 1667
Summary: Lazy mornings with a a catboy like Sehun are Lu Han's favourite.
Lu Han blinked his eyes blearily at the ray of iridescent light that bounced off the crystal wind chimes his mother had sent him on his previous birthday, the small glass-like pieces clinking against each other as the translucent curtains fluttered from the warm air coming from the vent beneath the window, and groaned before rolling over onto his stomach to catch a few more minutes of sleep before he had to head to work. His arm patted the space beside him to pull the comfortable warmth of Sehun against his chest and listen to the quiet sniffling noises he usually made in the morning because he tended to kick the blanket off both of them sometime in the night. Finding the spot empty and cold, he shot up in bed, trying to sift through pieces of information in his sleep-addled brain.
Sehun. Sunlight. Sehun. Bed empty. Sehun. Work. Fuck.
With a start, he tumbled out of bed and stumbled out door, pulling on the trousers he had discarded at the foot of mattress the day before.
“Sehun?”
He felt his anxiety melt away immediately when he heard quiet shuffling from the kitchen, where the scent of pancakes filling the hallway seemed to be originating from, and Sehun’s head poked out of the door looking a little confused and apprehensive.
“Yes, Master?”
Lu Han let a sigh, one of both relief and patient chiding, leave him as he went forward and reached out to cup Sehun’s face. He could see the worry and insecurity in his eyes, in the way his cat ears twitched uncertainly against his blond hair, and he bridged the gap between them to kiss them away before they could settle.
“What did I say you should call me again?” He asked once he pulled away. He watched Sehun flush and tug at the edge of the simple black collar resting on his clavicles while his tail swished behind him demurely. It wasn’t often that Sehun acted in this manner. More often than not, Lu Han found himself having to tell Sehun off for being a little too excitable on excursions they had when Lu Han got a day off work or having to accommodate to Sehun invading his personal space and curling on his lap when he was in the middle of writing an important work report, but, sometimes, a little bit of the old Sehun - the one Lu Han could still picture crouching in the shadows of the bushes at the entrance of his apartment building, tail curled around his knees as if to provide the warmth and protection his torn sweater could not - would show through.
“Lu Han?”
Lu Han smiled. “See? Not so hard, is it?” He pecked his lips, pleased at how Sehun had leant forward just slightly to meet him, before peeking at the clock hanging over the couch. “Fuck - I am so late. My boss is going to kill me.”
“Work? But today is supposed to be a day off…?”
Lu Han paused, blinking at Sehun who was pulling at the buckle of his collar the way he did when he was unsure of himself, and slipped into the kitchen to check the calendar that was stuck to the side of the fridge and see that the catboy was right. He grinned to himself; of course Sehun was right - he probably looked forward to his day offs more than Lu Han himself did (and Lu Han probably only had himself to blame for that - he really did spoil the boy more than he should, especially on his day offs when he would allow Sehun to drag him to random places the whole day until his poor wallet cried for him to stop).
“What do you know? You’re right.” He turned back to his pet, biting back a smile when Sehun lit up visibly. “So what do you want to do today?” He tried to recall the number of bills he had left and tried not to think of rent due at the end of the month.
“I was... hoping to stay in, actually. Lu Han has been busy at work recently so...” Lu Han felt his heart melt at the way Sehun was trying so hard not to show how flustered he was but Lu Han didn’t spend the better part of the first four months after he took Sehun in trying to get Sehun to open up and learning the little nuances of his behaviour for nothing.
“I think that’s a great idea.” He said with a smile, patting Sehun’s chin lightly and the catboy leant into the touch. “So how about we eat the breakfast you made and see what’s on TV? Sound good?”
Sehun nodded brightly before stopping mid-nod, with a horrified expression plastered on his face, and running over to the stove. “The pancakes!”
Despite their valiant efforts, the pancakes weren’t salvageable and neither of them could really be bothered to try and make something out of the leftovers in the fridge (Lu Han made a mental note to stop by the grocery store after work the next day because bringing Sehun to the store with him today would probably end with him buying half the snack aisle again), so they found themselves scarfing down Chinese takeout on his relic of a couch twenty minutes later.
“Is there anything in particular you want to watch?” Lu Han asked, giving up on finding something that wasn’t a daytime talk show or some kids’ cartoon and dropping the remote back on the coffee table with his empty bowl. “I could look through the DVDs again but I’m pretty sure you’ve watched everything at least five-”
He stopped when he felt something slump against his shoulder and found himself face-to-face with the crown of Sehun’s head, the pale strands tickling his nose when he turned to peer at him.
“Sehun?”
The catboy purred against his shoulder, tail swaying lazily on the cushions, so that Lu Han could feel the vibrations on his skin. Lu Han chuckled; the way Sehun got sleepy after eating was adorable.
“Silly cat. You’ll strain your neck like that.” He tapped a finger on Sehun’s chin, earning a quiet whimper of protest and Sehun burying his face into his neck. “Wait - that tickles!” He fell back against the arm of the couch as he tried to squirm away, taking Sehun down with him.
Lu Han groaned at the sudden full weight of Sehun on top of him, the sound getting muffled by Sehun’s hair as the catboy shifted, nestling his face against Lu Han’s neck as he clung to the fabric of Lu Han’s hoodie.
“This brat. You could have at least waited until I grabbed a blanket. My feet are cold.” His complaint, one with absolutely no bite and the fact that even he could tell was a little embarrassing, fell on deaf ears; already, he could hear the gentle snores timing themselves to the warm puffs of breath against his collar.
He sighed but it wasn’t long until a small smile crept up on his lips. His hand, the one that wasn’t curling around Sehun’s waist to make sure that he wouldn’t tumble to the floor, came up to tangle fingers in his hair, stroking the soft strands around the feline ears just to see them twitch against his scalp.
He didn’t know how long he lay there, watching the rise and fall of Sehun’s back under the white sweater he had gotten him for Christmas the year before and observing the way the light coming through the window made the paleness of Sehun’s skin that much more prominent as the television continued to play the tune of some cheesy commercial in the background, but he found that he didn’t mind spending his rare rest days lazying around with Sehun. Because being with Sehun was natural. Being with Sehun came with an ease and comfort he never knew could exist, especially in a life full of onerous work deadlines and stressful meetings. Being with Sehun just like this, made it impossible to imagine a life without him (and he honestly never wanted to anyway).
Before he knew it, he was blinking sleep away from his eyes, waking up to the feel of soft lips against his and the familiar low rumble of a purr against his chest. He smiled - because who couldn’t be happy about being woken up like that? - and tugged Sehun back with a hand at the base of his neck when he tried to pull away and kissed him thoroughly, like they had all the time in the world (and, for all Lu Han cared, in that moment, they did).
“It’s already past noon.” Sehun whispered with a final kiss at the corner of his mouth, tail waving contently. “Are you hungry? I’m not sure we have any takeout left though…”
“That’s alright. Do you want to go to that new cafe down the road then? The one you mentioned before?”
Sehun’s eyes lit up, ears perking up excitedly. “Really? I’ve been wanting to try their sundae! Minseok said it was really good!”
Lu Han laughed, conveniently forgetting the vet’s advice to reduce Sehun’s sugar intake, and nodded. “Yes, anything you want.”
With a happy clap, Sehun jumped off the couch, winding Lu Han who was still bearing most of his weight, to find his coat. Lu Han shook his head as he watched him go, muttering to himself about how he was so whipped.
He heard Sehun’s hurried pattering approach again, too soon for him to have gotten ready to leave already, and was met with a light kiss when he looked up.
“I love you the most, Lu Han.”
And, with a shy smile, he hurried back into their bedroom.
Lu Han hummed thoughtfully, trying and failing to keep the massive grin off his face.
He was so whipped and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
AN: @shixuun should never be allowed to prompt me with catboy!Sehun when I'm studying.
xheylie prompted too. oh dear. I must resist. I must study. I MUST STUDY.
Pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
Rating: G
Genre: AU, Fluff
Word count: 1667
Summary: Lazy mornings with a a catboy like Sehun are Lu Han's favourite.
Lu Han blinked his eyes blearily at the ray of iridescent light that bounced off the crystal wind chimes his mother had sent him on his previous birthday, the small glass-like pieces clinking against each other as the translucent curtains fluttered from the warm air coming from the vent beneath the window, and groaned before rolling over onto his stomach to catch a few more minutes of sleep before he had to head to work. His arm patted the space beside him to pull the comfortable warmth of Sehun against his chest and listen to the quiet sniffling noises he usually made in the morning because he tended to kick the blanket off both of them sometime in the night. Finding the spot empty and cold, he shot up in bed, trying to sift through pieces of information in his sleep-addled brain.
Sehun. Sunlight. Sehun. Bed empty. Sehun. Work. Fuck.
With a start, he tumbled out of bed and stumbled out door, pulling on the trousers he had discarded at the foot of mattress the day before.
“Sehun?”
He felt his anxiety melt away immediately when he heard quiet shuffling from the kitchen, where the scent of pancakes filling the hallway seemed to be originating from, and Sehun’s head poked out of the door looking a little confused and apprehensive.
“Yes, Master?”
Lu Han let a sigh, one of both relief and patient chiding, leave him as he went forward and reached out to cup Sehun’s face. He could see the worry and insecurity in his eyes, in the way his cat ears twitched uncertainly against his blond hair, and he bridged the gap between them to kiss them away before they could settle.
“What did I say you should call me again?” He asked once he pulled away. He watched Sehun flush and tug at the edge of the simple black collar resting on his clavicles while his tail swished behind him demurely. It wasn’t often that Sehun acted in this manner. More often than not, Lu Han found himself having to tell Sehun off for being a little too excitable on excursions they had when Lu Han got a day off work or having to accommodate to Sehun invading his personal space and curling on his lap when he was in the middle of writing an important work report, but, sometimes, a little bit of the old Sehun - the one Lu Han could still picture crouching in the shadows of the bushes at the entrance of his apartment building, tail curled around his knees as if to provide the warmth and protection his torn sweater could not - would show through.
“Lu Han?”
Lu Han smiled. “See? Not so hard, is it?” He pecked his lips, pleased at how Sehun had leant forward just slightly to meet him, before peeking at the clock hanging over the couch. “Fuck - I am so late. My boss is going to kill me.”
“Work? But today is supposed to be a day off…?”
Lu Han paused, blinking at Sehun who was pulling at the buckle of his collar the way he did when he was unsure of himself, and slipped into the kitchen to check the calendar that was stuck to the side of the fridge and see that the catboy was right. He grinned to himself; of course Sehun was right - he probably looked forward to his day offs more than Lu Han himself did (and Lu Han probably only had himself to blame for that - he really did spoil the boy more than he should, especially on his day offs when he would allow Sehun to drag him to random places the whole day until his poor wallet cried for him to stop).
“What do you know? You’re right.” He turned back to his pet, biting back a smile when Sehun lit up visibly. “So what do you want to do today?” He tried to recall the number of bills he had left and tried not to think of rent due at the end of the month.
“I was... hoping to stay in, actually. Lu Han has been busy at work recently so...” Lu Han felt his heart melt at the way Sehun was trying so hard not to show how flustered he was but Lu Han didn’t spend the better part of the first four months after he took Sehun in trying to get Sehun to open up and learning the little nuances of his behaviour for nothing.
“I think that’s a great idea.” He said with a smile, patting Sehun’s chin lightly and the catboy leant into the touch. “So how about we eat the breakfast you made and see what’s on TV? Sound good?”
Sehun nodded brightly before stopping mid-nod, with a horrified expression plastered on his face, and running over to the stove. “The pancakes!”
Despite their valiant efforts, the pancakes weren’t salvageable and neither of them could really be bothered to try and make something out of the leftovers in the fridge (Lu Han made a mental note to stop by the grocery store after work the next day because bringing Sehun to the store with him today would probably end with him buying half the snack aisle again), so they found themselves scarfing down Chinese takeout on his relic of a couch twenty minutes later.
“Is there anything in particular you want to watch?” Lu Han asked, giving up on finding something that wasn’t a daytime talk show or some kids’ cartoon and dropping the remote back on the coffee table with his empty bowl. “I could look through the DVDs again but I’m pretty sure you’ve watched everything at least five-”
He stopped when he felt something slump against his shoulder and found himself face-to-face with the crown of Sehun’s head, the pale strands tickling his nose when he turned to peer at him.
“Sehun?”
The catboy purred against his shoulder, tail swaying lazily on the cushions, so that Lu Han could feel the vibrations on his skin. Lu Han chuckled; the way Sehun got sleepy after eating was adorable.
“Silly cat. You’ll strain your neck like that.” He tapped a finger on Sehun’s chin, earning a quiet whimper of protest and Sehun burying his face into his neck. “Wait - that tickles!” He fell back against the arm of the couch as he tried to squirm away, taking Sehun down with him.
Lu Han groaned at the sudden full weight of Sehun on top of him, the sound getting muffled by Sehun’s hair as the catboy shifted, nestling his face against Lu Han’s neck as he clung to the fabric of Lu Han’s hoodie.
“This brat. You could have at least waited until I grabbed a blanket. My feet are cold.” His complaint, one with absolutely no bite and the fact that even he could tell was a little embarrassing, fell on deaf ears; already, he could hear the gentle snores timing themselves to the warm puffs of breath against his collar.
He sighed but it wasn’t long until a small smile crept up on his lips. His hand, the one that wasn’t curling around Sehun’s waist to make sure that he wouldn’t tumble to the floor, came up to tangle fingers in his hair, stroking the soft strands around the feline ears just to see them twitch against his scalp.
He didn’t know how long he lay there, watching the rise and fall of Sehun’s back under the white sweater he had gotten him for Christmas the year before and observing the way the light coming through the window made the paleness of Sehun’s skin that much more prominent as the television continued to play the tune of some cheesy commercial in the background, but he found that he didn’t mind spending his rare rest days lazying around with Sehun. Because being with Sehun was natural. Being with Sehun came with an ease and comfort he never knew could exist, especially in a life full of onerous work deadlines and stressful meetings. Being with Sehun just like this, made it impossible to imagine a life without him (and he honestly never wanted to anyway).
Before he knew it, he was blinking sleep away from his eyes, waking up to the feel of soft lips against his and the familiar low rumble of a purr against his chest. He smiled - because who couldn’t be happy about being woken up like that? - and tugged Sehun back with a hand at the base of his neck when he tried to pull away and kissed him thoroughly, like they had all the time in the world (and, for all Lu Han cared, in that moment, they did).
“It’s already past noon.” Sehun whispered with a final kiss at the corner of his mouth, tail waving contently. “Are you hungry? I’m not sure we have any takeout left though…”
“That’s alright. Do you want to go to that new cafe down the road then? The one you mentioned before?”
Sehun’s eyes lit up, ears perking up excitedly. “Really? I’ve been wanting to try their sundae! Minseok said it was really good!”
Lu Han laughed, conveniently forgetting the vet’s advice to reduce Sehun’s sugar intake, and nodded. “Yes, anything you want.”
With a happy clap, Sehun jumped off the couch, winding Lu Han who was still bearing most of his weight, to find his coat. Lu Han shook his head as he watched him go, muttering to himself about how he was so whipped.
He heard Sehun’s hurried pattering approach again, too soon for him to have gotten ready to leave already, and was met with a light kiss when he looked up.
“I love you the most, Lu Han.”
And, with a shy smile, he hurried back into their bedroom.
Lu Han hummed thoughtfully, trying and failing to keep the massive grin off his face.
He was so whipped and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
AN: @shixuun should never be allowed to prompt me with catboy!Sehun when I'm studying.
xheylie prompted too. oh dear. I must resist. I must study. I MUST STUDY.