When I’m Not With You, I’m Weaker
Title: When I’m Not With You, I’m Weaker
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chanyeol/Sehun
Summary: 250 words. The truth is hard to swallow sometimes.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to One Direction. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
A/N: I’M SO SORRY BLAME THE MV
The truth is hard to swallow sometimes. Chanyeol doesn’t want to admit it to himself. That Sehun’s truly gone. He places the flowers next to the fountain. “Sehun-ah.” He rubs his hands together in a poor attempt to warm himself up. “I brought you some flowers.”
He sits on the edge of the fountain. He probably should have covered himself up a bit more. His face is freezing.
Sometimes, he thinks Sehun’s right beside him. He can hear Sehun laughing and saying, “Hyung, let’s go home. It’s cold,” like he would every Christmas, when Chanyeol would kiss him next to the fountain.
Sehun’s nose would turn red and Chanyeol would pull him against him. Sehun would bury his face in Chanyeol’s puffy yellow jacket, and wrap his arms around him, flowers pressed against Chanyeol’s back.
Chanyeol would mutter, “Merry Christmas,” into Sehun’s hair.
Sehun would pull back and smile at him, and inhale the flowers. Chanyeol would always get a mixture of red roses and white jasmines. He thought Sehun would tire of it after a year or two, but it had been five years, and Sehun had still been just as grateful.
Chanyeol sighs. He buries his face in his hands. He lets out a pathetic sob, sniffling into his palms.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, he reaches over and lightly touches the flowers. He thinks of Sehun smelling them, beaming at him and thanking him.
He stands up and faces the fountain. “We should go home, Sehun.”
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chanyeol/Sehun
Summary: 250 words. The truth is hard to swallow sometimes.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to One Direction. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
A/N: I’M SO SORRY BLAME THE MV
The truth is hard to swallow sometimes. Chanyeol doesn’t want to admit it to himself. That Sehun’s truly gone. He places the flowers next to the fountain. “Sehun-ah.” He rubs his hands together in a poor attempt to warm himself up. “I brought you some flowers.”
He sits on the edge of the fountain. He probably should have covered himself up a bit more. His face is freezing.
Sometimes, he thinks Sehun’s right beside him. He can hear Sehun laughing and saying, “Hyung, let’s go home. It’s cold,” like he would every Christmas, when Chanyeol would kiss him next to the fountain.
Sehun’s nose would turn red and Chanyeol would pull him against him. Sehun would bury his face in Chanyeol’s puffy yellow jacket, and wrap his arms around him, flowers pressed against Chanyeol’s back.
Chanyeol would mutter, “Merry Christmas,” into Sehun’s hair.
Sehun would pull back and smile at him, and inhale the flowers. Chanyeol would always get a mixture of red roses and white jasmines. He thought Sehun would tire of it after a year or two, but it had been five years, and Sehun had still been just as grateful.
Chanyeol sighs. He buries his face in his hands. He lets out a pathetic sob, sniffling into his palms.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, he reaches over and lightly touches the flowers. He thinks of Sehun smelling them, beaming at him and thanking him.
He stands up and faces the fountain. “We should go home, Sehun.”