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Threaded Together

zeropercent — Tue, 08 Apr 2014 01:04:29 GMT

Title: Threaded Together
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chanyeol/Sehun
Summary: 3.3k. Sehun likes that things aren’t new with Chanyeol.
Disclaimer: Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
A/N: i was talking to eva and this happened. basically taehyung and jeongguk are chanhun’s little mini buddies okay bye ((also italicized lines are telepathic communication))

Sehun shoves a crumb into his pocket. He licks melted chocolate from his fingers. He thinks, if he weren’t wearing shoes, the hot pavement would set him on fire.

Chanyeol asks, “Why don’t you just take him out?”

Sehun explains, “The sun hurts his eyes. He’s most likely half asleep in there anyway.”

Chanyeol rolls his eyes and lifts his hand to his shoulder. Taehyung grabs the candy that’s offered to him, shoving most of it in his mouth. Chanyeol scolds him, “Slow down, you’ll choke like last time.”

Sehun feels a tug in his pocket. He reaches in and Jeongguk grabs his hand, being taken out. Sehun places him on Chanyeol’s shoulder, beside Taehyung. Jeongguk rubs his eyes, his mouth covered in chocolate. Sehun rips a small piece from a napkin and hands it to him to he can wipe it away.

Taehyung offers Jeongguk a piece of candy but Jeongguk shakes his head, “I’m full.”

Chanyeol complains, “It’s hot. We should just take a taxi.”

“We’re almost to my apartment. Just endure it a little longer.”

“You don’t have two tiny people sitting on your shoulder!” He fans himself for added effect.

Sehun huffs and grabs Jeongguk. Jeongguk makes a noise of disapproval, making grabby hands at Taehyung. “Sehun hyung.”

“Chanyeol hyung is hot, once we’re at the apartment you can play with Taehyung.”

Jeongguk plays with Sehun’s hair, tugging on the blond strands. Sehun tells Chanyeol to quit complaining about the heat as they head into the apartment complex.

Chanyeol stands under the air conditioner in the elevator to cool himself down. Sehun has to drag him out.

Sehun unlocks the door and lets Chanyeol in first.

Sehun places Jeongguk on the end-table with his things. Chanyeol puts Taehyung beside him.

Chanyeol throws himself onto the sofa, lying down and grabbing the TV remote. Sehun makes a face at him and lies on top of him, head on his chest. Chanyeol flips through channels and runs a hand through Sehun’s hair.

Sehun thinks it feels nice. He hears Jeongguk whisper something to Taehyung, and Chanyeol does it again.

Sehun sends a message to Jeongguk, “Stop reading my thoughts and telling Taehyung about them.”

Jeongguk replies, “But you liked it.”

Sehun doesn’t respond, nuzzling his face against Chanyeol’s chest and closing his eyes. It’s nice and cold in the apartment. Sehun could use a nap. Chanyeol makes a comfortable mattress.
-
Sehun wakes up to Chanyeol snoring loudly in his ear. Sehun sits up and blinks. It’s dark. He glances at the clock, 9:05pm. He slowly gets up, to not wake Chanyeol, and grabs a blanket to throw over him.

“I’m hungry, hyung,” Jeongguk’s voice chimes in his head.

“Me too.” Sehun picks Jeongguk up from the end-table and puts him on his shoulder. “Taehyung’s asleep?”

“Yeah. I’ve been bored for the past hour.”

Sehun puts him on the kitchen counter and begins to search the fridge. There isn’t much in there. Sehun looks in the cabinets. He really needs to go grocery shopping. “Want chips?”

“Sure.”

Sehun grabs the bag and sits on the counter, giving Jeongguk a chip that’s almost as big as him. Sehun stuffs his face and looks at Chanyeol’s sleeping figure.

“Do you like Chanyeol hyung?”

Sehun stares at Jeongguk. Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. Sehun sighs and nods. There’s no use in hiding it since Jeongguk can read his mind anyway. “But don’t tell Taehyung.”

“I won’t. I think Chanyeol hyung likes you too.”

Sehun sadly shakes his head. He frowns and shoves more chips into his mouth. He pats Jeongguk’s hair. “You have a lot to learn.”
-
Chanyeol stares at the ceiling. Light filters in through the blinds. He glances over at the table, seeing Sehun eating cereal. He feels a bit disoriented. He hates sleeping on the couch.

Taehyung’s voice says, “Good morning, hyung.”

Chanyeol sits up and looks at the end-table. Taehyung isn’t there. Chanyeol stands and walks over to where Sehun is. Surely enough, there’s Taehyung, sharing a piece of cereal with Jeongguk.

Sehun smiles, milk dripping down his chin. “Hi hyung.”

Chanyeol ruffles Sehun’s hair, blond strands between his fingers. “Hey.”

“Your spare toothbrush is in the drawer on the right.”

“Thanks.” Chanyeol stalks off. He grabs his toothbrush, using Sehun’s toothpaste that’s a little too minty. Chanyeol takes a good look at himself in the mirror. His black hair’s sticking up at every angle, he’s acquiring a pimple on his cheek. He shoves water into his mouth, spitting it into the sink. He uses Sehun’s comb to tame his hair a bit.

When Chanyeol exits the bathroom, there’s a bowl of cereal on the table. Sehun says, “That’s for you,” as he washes his bowl in the sink.

Taehyung grabs a piece of cereal from Chanyeol’s bowl. He likes when it’s a little soggy, just like Chanyeol.

Jeongguk is sitting with his legs dangling off the edge of the table, swinging them. He stares at Chanyeol intently, like he’s thinking of saying something.

“What?”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “Nothing hyung.” Sehun sits at the table and Jeongguk climbs up his arm to sit on his shoulder.

Sehun asks, “What are you doing today?”

Chanyeol shrugs. He swallows his cereal. “I don’t know. I was just going to sleep on your couch some more.”

Sehun laughs and Jeongguk’s voice travels through his head, “Man, you have it bad, Sehun hyung.”

It takes everything in Sehun to not flick Jeongguk off his shoulder.
-
Chanyeol rests his head on Sehun’s lap and huffs, “I’m bored. But it’s too hot to go outside.” He rubs his face on Sehun’s thigh, “Entertain me.”

“Go stand under the air conditioner and look outside and pretend you’re not inside.”

Chanyeol smacks Sehun’s leg. “That’s not fun. We should go to the movies.”

“That costs money.”

“Right…we could go to the lake?”

Sehun seems to like that idea, the corners of his lips tilting upwards. “We haven’t been there in a long time. You think other people have found it?”

“Nah. People are too busy in the city. Let’s go.” Chanyeol hops up and runs into Sehun’s room, raiding his drawers for towels and swimsuits. Sehun rolls his eyes, but goes into the bathroom to get sunscreen.

Chanyeol puts on one of Sehun’s swimming trunks and declares, “I’m ready!”

“Okay, go tell Jeongguk and Taehyung.”

As Sehun changes, he can hear Chanyeol excitedly telling them.

By the time Sehun gathers everything, Taehyung and Jeongguk are sitting on Chanyeol’s shoulder in their swimsuits.

“Alright, well, let’s go.”

Chanyeol complains about the heat the second they step outside. Sehun smacks the back of his head as they get on the bus.

Jeongguk falls asleep on Chanyeol’s shoulder. Taehyung climbs down and goes to the window, watching everything pass by. Sehun dozes off, leaning on Chanyeol.

The bus ride isn’t very long and Chanyeol gently wakes Sehun up when they reach their destination. With thirty more minutes of walking, behind buildings and into the forest, they get to the lake. Sehun sets down a towel and Chanyeol puts Jeongguk on it before throwing himself into the water.

Sehun calls out, “Hyung! Hyung, you’re going to get sunburned!” He waves the bottle of sunscreen and Chanyeol walks over to him. Once they’re thoroughly covered, Chanyeol drags Sehun into the lake. Sehun squeaks and almost trips on a fallen branch but lets himself be pulled along.

Taehyung wakes Jeongguk up and tells him to put sunscreen on. They stay near the shore, not wanting to drown. That wouldn’t be pleasant.

Chanyeol wraps his arms around Sehun’s waist, pulling him down. Sehun smacks his head underwater and surfaces. Chanyeol comes up laughing, splashing water in Sehun’s face.

“You’re so stupid,” Sehun scowls.

Chanyeol grabs his face, “Are you mad? Don’t be mad.”

Sehun says, “I’m not mad,” before promptly taking Chanyeol underwater.

Chanyeol pushes his wet hair from his eyes, “You play dirty.” Sehun simply shrugs.
-
Sehun throws himself onto the sofa, pretending to cry. Chanyeol shakes his head at him, “And you were so worried about me getting sunburnt that you didn’t take care of yourself.”

Sehun whines and Chanyeol goes to the bathroom to grab some lotion.

Jeongguk asks, “Are you okay, hyung?”

“I’ll be fine. It just hurts a lot. You didn’t get a sunburn, did you?” Jeongguk shakes his head and Sehun sighs, “Good.”

Chanyeol sits on Sehun’s thighs and squeezes the lotion onto his back. Sehun makes a high pitched noise, squirming. Chanyeol looks down at him for a minute, cheeks flushing, before carefully spreading it over his sunburn.

“I have work tomorrow so I have to head home in a little while. Will you be alright?”

“Yeah.” Sehun rubs his face on one of the throw pillows, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones. Chanyeol pats Sehun’s side and turns the TV on.

Chanyeol whispers, “You’re an idiot,” to which Sehun whines.
-
“Chanyeol hyung, do you like Sehun?”

Chanyeol stops staring at the ceiling and glances over at Taehyung. “You know I do.”

“Why don’t you ask him on a date?”

Chanyeol lets out a loud laugh, “I can’t just ask him on a date. We’ve been friends for too long. It’d be weird.”

Taehyung rolls around on the pillow, “That’s not weird.”

Chanyeol rolls his eyes, tugging the blanket up. “Why don’t you ask Jeongguk on a date and tell me if it’s weird or not?”

“Well, I don’t like Jeongguk like you like Sehun. So that would be weird.”

“Sehun doesn’t like me like that.” He buries his face in the pillow, groaning.

“How do you know?”

“I just do.” Chanyeol reaches over and ruffles Taehyung’s hair, earning a pout. “Trust me.”

“No. Last time you told me to trust you I had to go to the bathroom every five minutes for six hours. And I know Sehun hyung likes you.”

“Oh yeah? What, did Jeongguk tell you or something?” Taehyung simply grins at him. Chanyeol looks at him incredulously. He shakes Taehyung’s little shoulders, “Sehun likes me and you didn’t tell me! Taehyung!”

Taehyung hums, “It was supposed to be a secret so don’t tell Sehun hyung!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Shit, now what do I do?”

“Buy him flowers and chocolates. Buy me chocolates too, but buy Sehun hyung the expensive ones.”

Chanyeol scoffs, “Go to sleep, Taehyung.”
-
Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows, staring at the various chocolates in front of him. Taehyung shrieks when he picks up a Twix. “No! Get expensive ones!”

Chanyeol stares down at his selection. “But Sehun likes Twix.”

“No! No! See, on a normal day, this would be fine. But since you’re trying to woo him you need to get him something different!”

“I’m trying to woo him?”

Taehyung smacks Chanyeol’s ear with a tiny fist. “Yes! You are! But you could buy the Twix for me.” Chanyeol puts the chocolate back and Taehyung whines. Chanyeol begrudgingly picks it back up and Taehyung makes a happy noise.

Chanyeol ends up with the most expensive chocolates in his hand. “But these ones taste bad.”

“But they’re expensive!”

“I’m not buying Sehun gross chocolates!” He sets the box down and grabs another one. “See, these are better. These taste good.”

“But they’re cheap!”

“Be quiet, Taehyung, or I’ll shove you in my pocket.”

Taehyung shuts up after that.

Chanyeol pays for the chocolate and gives Taehyung a piece of the Twix. He heads to Sehun’s apartment, hands sweaty.

Taehyung offers some words of encouragement, “Don’t worry, hyung. I’m sure he’ll like it. If not then we can eat the chocolates.” Chanyeol makes a face. Taehyung pats his cheek, “It’ll be fine.”

Chanyeol knocks on the door and suddenly realizes he forgot to buy flowers. He panics and Taehyung says, “It’s okay. Flowers next time. Quick, put me in your pocket.”

Sehun opens the door, looking disheveled. “Chanyeol?”

“Sorry, were you napping? Uh—I—I bought you this.” He hands over the heart-shaped box.

Sehun stares at it. He slowly lifts his head and raises an eyebrow, “Chocolate?”

“Yeah—um, how’s your sunburn?”

“It’s better, it’s peeling now. Why’d you buy me these?” Sehun gives him a small smile. Chanyeol’s crazy enough to think it looks a little hopeful. Chanyeol ends up mumbling and Sehun asks, “Huh?”

“Say it! Say it!”

Chanyeol breathes out, “I like you.” Taehyung roots for him in his head.

Sehun’s smile grows. He leans against the doorframe, blushing. Chanyeol’s heart thumps. Sehun nods, “I like you, too. I guess secrets are never safe, right?” They both laugh and Sehun clutches the box to his chest. “Are you going to come inside?”

“If you’re not busy—”

“I’m not. Come in, hyung. You can take Taehyung out of your pocket.”

Chanyeol goes inside and places Taehyung on the end-table with Jeongguk. Taehyung sheepishly says, “Hi Sehun hyung.”

“Hi, Taehyung.”

Jeongguk gives Taehyung a high-five and Sehun can’t help but grin.

Sehun opens the chocolates and offers one to Chanyeol. Chanyeol shakes his head but Sehun pushes one into his mouth anyway. “You bought them. Eat some.”

Chanyeol pushes Sehun’s hand away when Sehun tries to give him another. “I bought them for you.”

Sehun eats the one in his hand. “I know, but sharing is caring.”

“You don’t need to share.” Chanyeol stares at him fondly, running his fingers through Sehun’s hair. “They’re for you. It’s fine, really.”

Sehun unintentionally leans into his touch. Chanyeol whispers, “I like you a lot.”

“Me too.”

Taehyung and Jeongguk chant, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Chanyeol laughs, cupping the back of Sehun’s head and bringing their lips together. Sehun lets go of the box of chocolates and slides his arms around Chanyeol’s neck.

Taehyung calls out, “Gross!” Chanyeol lifts his middle finger at him and he giggles.

Sehun mumbles against Chanyeol’s lips, “Spend the night?”

“I have work tomorrow.” Sehun frowns. Chanyeol kisses it away. “I’ll come by tomorrow, though.”

“Okay.”
-
As Chanyeol’s lying in bed, he beams. “I did it!”

Taehyung clears his throat, “All thanks to me.”

Chanyeol nods, “You and Jeongguk have big mouths.”

“Hey, best friends don’t hide things from each other.” Taehyung wraps himself in his tiny blanket on top of the pillow. “Jeongguk said Sehun likes to go out for food.”

“I know. I was going to take him to dinner...”

“How romantic.”

Chanyeol hides his face in his hands, cheeks flaring. Taehyung says, “Take him somewhere expensive!”

Chanyeol gives him a pained look, “Go to sleep, Taehyung.”
-
Jeongguk whispers, “Are you asleep?”

“Nope.”

Jeongguk hops off the nightstand and nestles himself in Sehun’s hair. Sehun says, “You told Taehyung.”

It isn’t a question, but Jeongguk just says, “Yup.”

Sehun smiles, “I can’t tell you anything.”

Jeongguk braids a few strands of Sehun’s hair. “Even if you didn’t tell me, I’d find out.”

Sehun scoffs, “You’re such a snitch.”

“Hey, I helped you this time.”

Sehun takes Jeongguk out of his hair and puts him on his chest. “You did.” Jeongguk curls up into a ball. Sehun thinks he has the equivalent of a kitten.
-
Sehun likes that things aren’t new with Chanyeol. They’ve been friends for so long, there’s no awkward phase. They know almost everything about each other. Sehun doesn’t have to worry about Chanyeol turning out to be someone he doesn’t like. Sehun thinks their relationship will only get better from here.

Chanyeol presses his nose to the nape of Sehun’s neck, inhaling deeply. He makes an annoyed groan.

Sehun grumbles, “What?”

“Taehyung won’t shut up. He keeps telling me he’s hungry. Sometimes I think I’m raising a kid.”

“Well technically—”

Chanyeol rolls out of bed and goes into the living room, grabbing Taehyung and taking him into the kitchen. “You need to stop being so annoying.”

“And you need to start listening to me! I want cereal.”

Chanyeol might as well eat breakfast too. He pulls out a bowl and pours cereal and milk into it, going to sit at the table with Taehyung.

Chanyeol sighs, “I was going to sleep in today.”

“Go to bed after you eat,” Taehyung says, shoving his hand into Chanyeol’s bowl to get a piece of cereal. “You haven’t even brushed your teeth. Gross.”

“Shut up! Neither have you. Plus, I’m already up. I can’t go back to bed.” He shoves a spoonful of food into his mouth. “I can’t believe I got out of bed.”

Chanyeol jumps when thin fingers run through his hair. Sehun leans down and puts his chin on Chanyeol’s shoulder for a moment, before sitting down. Taehyung waves at him and Sehun waves back. Chanyeol reaches over and messes up Sehun’s already-tousled hair a bit more.

Sehun goes and gets Jeongguk, who calls out for him. He sets Jeongguk on the table and Jeongguk stares at Chanyeol expectantly.

“Go ahead.”

Jeongguk grabs some cereal. “Thanks, hyung.”

Sehun puts his head down. Chanyeol tucks his hair behind his ear, “Why’d you get up?”

“It got cold when you left.”

Chanyeol hums and runs his fingers along Sehun’s cheek.

“You two are disgusting.”

Chanyeol glares at Taehyung. “Shut up and eat your cereal.”
-
Sehun averts his gaze, blond hair falling into his face. Chanyeol nudges his foot under the table, “Don’t get all shy on me. We’ve gone out to eat before.”

Sehun’s face is red as he motions to the table. “But not like this. We’ve never—we’ve never been on a date.”

Chanyeol can’t help the way his lips curl upwards. He thinks Sehun is unbelievably cute. “It’s fine, just pretend it’s not a date.”

Sehun stares at Chanyeol’s attire. “You’re wearing a suit. I’m wearing a suit. Hyung, it’s so obviously a date I can’t pretend it’s not.” Sehun fans himself, beginning to sweat.

Chanyeol grabs Sehun’s hand, tugging him forward. He puts his lips to Sehun’s ear, as if he’s going to tell him something, but moves his mouth down and kisses his jaw. Sehun pulls back quickly, his cheeks on fire. “Hyung!”

From under the table, Sehun can hear Jeongguk ask, “What’s going on?”

Taehyung says, “I don’t know. Probably something steamy.” That makes Chanyeol lift the tablecloth. He tells Taehyung to shut up. Sehun giggles, looking away when Chanyeol makes eye contact.

The waiter brings their food and they quietly say thank you.

“Come on, Sehun, it’s just me.”

Sehun bites his lip and squeaks, “That’s the problem.”

Chanyeol’s heart stops for a second. “How long have you liked me?”

Laughing nervously, Sehun wheezes, “A while.”

Chanyeol mumbles, “Me too.”

Sehun twirls his hair, “I guess those two kept it quiet for a long time.” Chanyeol smiles and nods. “Well, we should eat before the food gets cold, right?”

“Yeah.”
-
“Help. I’m stuck.”

Chanyeol turns around and Sehun’s shoulders have gotten his shirt stuck. He uselessly flaps his arms and Chanyeol laughs, helping him take it off. He places his hand on the small of Sehun’s back, feeling his bare skin, and he mouths at Sehun’s neck.

Sehun fists his hands in Chanyeol’s half-unbuttoned shirt, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Chanyeol grabs Sehun’s chin and kisses him, noticing the way Sehun goes a little slack.

Sehun unbuttons the rest of Chanyeol’s shirt and grins, going to put on his pajamas.

Sehun crawls into bed and Jeongguk sits on his pillow, burying himself in Sehun’s hair. Sehun says, “You’re going to make my hair tangled.” Jeongguk makes a tiny noise but doesn’t move.

Chanyeol lies beside Sehun, throwing an arm over his waist and sliding it up. Taehyung hops down from the nightstand and gets comfortable under Chanyeol’s chin. Chanyeol complains, “Why can’t you be like Jeongguk?”

“Because I’m like you.”

Sehun cackles and Chanyeol groans. He figures Taehyung will move later. But for right now, he’ll focus on the way he feels the rise and fall of Sehun’s chest every time he inhales and exhales.

a/n: holy fuck hello i just realized i haven’t posted anything in like a month (THAT'S A LONG TIME FOR ME OKAY)

A Rose Grew From The Concrete With A Heartbeat

zeropercent — Mon, 03 Mar 2014 00:23:56 GMT

Title: A Rose Grew From The Concrete With A Heartbeat
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chanyeol/Sehun
Summary: 2.8k. Sehun is a garden growing inside of him, flowers blooming.
Disclaimer: Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
A/N: happy (slightly early) birthday thea!!!! i love u a lot have a collection of chanhun fluff

one
What people think of Sehun really hurts Chanyeol. Probably because he knows how Sehun actually is, and the things people say about Sehun aren’t him. Chanyeol reads comments saying Sehun is stuck up and rude and cold-hearted and that feels like a stab to Chanyeol’s chest.

The real Sehun is quiet. He’s shy and usually spends time by himself, even though he gets lonely quickly. The real Sehun is attention seeking, but not the loud kind. He’ll curl himself around Chanyeol, silently asking him to give him attention. Chanyeol will run his fingers through his hair, causing Sehun to nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck, falling asleep against him. Sehun will snuggle up to him in bed, looking up at him with tired eyes. Chanyeol will kiss him until they’re both on the verge of sleep. He’ll hold Sehun tightly, as if he’s protecting him. In the morning, he’ll kiss him again, despite having morning breath. They don’t really care. Sehun loves him more than anyone else has ever loved him.

Chanyeol looks at Sehun as they’re making their way through the crowd of fans. Stoic, his default apathetic face. He reaches out and grabs Sehun’s hand and it’s as if his eyes light up. Chanyeol smiles at him and Sehun sticks to his side, warmth radiating from him.

When they get back to the dorm, it’s late and everyone goes to bed after they shower, but after Sehun showers, he wraps himself in a blanket and sits on the couch to watch a movie. Chanyeol’s one of the last to use the bathroom and when he’s done, he steps towards Sehun and Sehun opens the blanket to let Chanyeol in. Chanyeol presses his lips to Sehun’s cheek and Sehun leans on him, turning his head and kissing his mouth.

Chanyeol asks, “You’re not tired?”

“Just a bit.”

He rubs Sehun’s back and mumbles into his ear, “Come to bed. It’ll be cold without you.” That’s a lie. The heater is on. But Sehun complies, leaving the blanket on the couch and following him. Chanyeol pulls Sehun against him and the sound of Sehun’s breathing lulls him to sleep.

two
The wind blows hard and snowflakes hit their faces. Sehun sneezes and sticks closer to Chanyeol. Chanyeol looks at him, “Wait.” He grabs Sehun’s arm to stop him, and begins to take off his own scarf. He wraps it around Sehun’s neck. He pokes the tip of Sehun’s red nose, resisting the urge to kiss him in public, and shoves the scarf up.

“Thank you, hyung.”

Chanyeol grabs his hand, “No problem.”

Sehun stays glued to his side. They’re not far from the dorm now. They try to hurry. There are quite a number of people there. They wave them off as they head inside.

In the elevator, Sehun buries his face in the crook of Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol hisses, “Your nose is freezing.” Sehun whines and steps closer. Chanyeol rubs his back as an attempt to warm him up.

The doors open and they walk to the dorm. Chanyeol uses his key to get in. Jongin’s on the sofa and he greets them with a half-assed wave. Chanyeol says, “Zero out of ten. Try again next time.”

Jongin laughs and goes back to watching TV.

Chanyeol toes off his shoes and hangs up his jackets. Sehun has already done so, but still has Chanyeol’s scarf around his neck. Chanyeol wraps an arm around his shoulder and they both mindlessly walk to their shared room. That’s when Sehun tugs off the scarf, wrapping it around the back of Chanyeol’s neck to bring him closer. Chanyeol says, “That’s not what scarves are for.”

Sehun kisses him and mumbles into his mouth, “Doesn’t matter.”

Chanyeol kicks the door shut. He sighs contentedly, rubbing Sehun’s somewhat-cold arms. Sehun pulls away, letting go of the scarf and plopping down onto the bed. Chanyeol slides the scarf off and places it on the desk before going to join him. As Sehun slides an arm around Chanyeol’s waist, he complains, “Didn’t Junmyeon hyung turn the heater on? Why is it still cold?”

Chanyeol shrugs. “Want me to go check?”

“No. If you leave then it’ll get colder.”

Sehun tightens his arm. Chanyeol shuts his eyes and declares, “I’m going to take a nap.”

“Okay, hyung.”

three
“Those suspenders look good.”

Sehun snaps one of them. “Really? They feel tight. My shirt feels tight, too. I’m going to suffocate.”

Chanyeol scoffs and turns Sehun around to adjust the suspenders, making them longer. “There.” Sehun beams at him, eyes turning into small crescents. Chanyeol pinches his cheek and Sehun pushes his hand away, laughing.

Someone passes by and comments, “You two are sickening.” Sehun furrows his eyebrows and pouts. Jongin ruffles his hair, “I’m kidding.”

Chanyeol says, “You’re just jealous. Come here, I’ll give you some love, too.”

Jongin tries to run away but he can’t escape Chanyeol’s grasp. Chanyeol pulls him in for a hug and places a loud and sloppy kiss to his cheek. Jongin complains, “Gross.”

“You loved it, don’t lie.”

Jongin sticks his tongue out at him, and leaves when Junmyeon calls for him.

four
Chanyeol looks down at his apron. He thinks he looks a little silly. Sehun is staring at him from across the room and Chanyeol smiles at him.

A camera gets shoved into his face and Chanyeol talks. He feels something against his shoulder and turns his head, seeing Sehun. “No, keep talking, hyung.”

So Chanyeol does. But then he feels Sehun’s finger against his cheek. Chanyeol ignores him. But then Sehun’s finger comes back and dots flour all over his face. Chanyeol grabs his wrist and Sehun laughs, causing him to laugh with him.

Sehun walks away and Chanyeol swears he takes the sunshine with him.

five
Sehun sobs uncontrollably, curling up to Chanyeol. Chanyeol rubs his back, desperately trying to comfort him. Sehun’s tears dampen Chanyeol’s skin and he hiccups. “Why do they hate me?”

“They don’t hate you.” He kisses his hair.

“Am I—am I lazy, hyung? Is my dancing really that bad?” It’s the only thing Sehun thought he was semi-good at. But apparently other people think otherwise.

“Not at all. You’re one of the best dancers in the entire group.” Chanyeol traces his spine. Sehun whispers an apology and Chanyeol assures him, “It’s okay to cry.” He says, “You’re a better dancer than me.”

“Then why do they look those things up? And enough for it to be the first thing. I don’t try hard enough—”

That sets Chanyeol off, “Don’t say that. You try harder than I do, you try harder than most of us. Don’t let some stupid search put you down. Those people have nothing better to do.”

Sehun cries, hiding his face against the front of Chanyeol’s shirt. “I’m sorry I’m like this, hyung.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s fine.”

Sehun tries to stop crying, holding back his sobs. Chanyeol tries to comfort him by playing with his hair. Sehun eventually starts breathing evenly, and Chanyeol glances down at him, seeing his eyelashes flutter as he sleeps.

-
Sehun slides down to the floor as his legs give out, panting heavily. Chanyeol hands him a bottle of cold water, “Are you feeling better?” Sehun nods, feeling the water cool him down almost instantly. He’s sore all over. Maybe he overworked himself. Chanyeol pushes back Sehun’s bangs. He gently blows air onto Sehun’s face. Sehun closes his eyes, thanking him. “It’s late, Sehun.” Chanyeol checks his phone. It’s almost midnight. The others left hours ago.

Sehun says, “I’m sore.”

He looks at Chanyeol, all tired eyes and flushed cheeks. Chanyeol helps him up, hearing the grunt that unintentionally passes his lips. “Sehun—”

“I’ll be fine. Let’s get back.”

Chanyeol keeps an arm around his waist to make sure Sehun doesn’t fall over. “You worked too hard.”

“No, I’m fine.”

Sehun falls asleep in the taxi on the way back to the dorm. Chanyeol all but lifts him, helping him out.

The dorm is completely silent and dark. Chanyeol whispers, “Come with me. Careful. You need to shower.”

Sehun groans, “I’m tired, hyung. Can’t I shower in the morning?”

“You’re sweaty. Trust me, you’ll sleep better if you shower now.” He guides him into the bathroom. “Go, I’ll get you some clothes and towels.”

six
On Sukira, they do a skit. Chanyeol tries to remind himself that that’s all it is.

But when they get back to the dorm and are in the comfort of their room, Chanyeol fists his hands in Sehun’s shirt and tells him, with fear in his eyes, “Don’t leave me for someone else.” The feeling of dread has been sitting in the back of his head since they left.

Sehun looks baffled. “What? Why would I do that?” Chanyeol swallows hard to get rid of the lump in his throat. Sehun furrows his eyebrows. “Is this because of the radio show?” Chanyeol lets go of Sehun’s shirt, his arms falling limply to his sides. “Hyung, I wouldn’t. I’m not going to.”

Chanyeol thinks it’s ridiculous. How he likes Sehun so much. How he’s never liked anyone as much as he likes Sehun. He’s stared at girls, and gotten a sinking feeling in his chest, but Sehun’s an anchor. Sehun is a garden growing inside of him, flowers blooming. And Chanyeol can’t produce enough rain to water them with.

Sehun smiles a bit. He says, “You’re silly, hyung.” Chanyeol’s shoulders relax. “That wasn’t real.”

“But what if it is…some day?”

Sehun assures him, “It won’t be.”

Chanyeol sits on the edge of the bed. “It worries me, you know?” Sehun takes a seat next to him. Chanyeol continues, “When EXO…when we’re done being EXO. When everyone goes and gets married and has kids. And you leave—”

Sehun quickly tackles him, pinning him down. “If you say another word of this nonsense, I’m going to have to take desperate measures.”

“But Sehun what if—”

Sehun leans down and presses their lips together to silence him. Chanyeol sighs and wraps his arms around Sehun, running his fingertips down his back. Sehun mumbles, “The others can go get married and have kids. Good for them. The others don’t have anyone else but I do.” Sehun starts laughing and says, “God, that was so fucking cheesy. But you understand, right?”

Chanyeol nods, the corners of his lips being tugged upwards. “Okay.”

Sehun smiles and slides off of him. “By the way…thank you for sticking up for me.”

Chanyeol feels like a star, while Sehun is the moon.

seven
Part of Chanyeol wishes the fans knew how close he is to Sehun. Part of him wishes they’d want to see them together more.

But the other part likes the fact that they don’t know. He likes the fact he isn’t forced to interact with Sehun. He just does it whenever he wants to. If he were forced, it wouldn’t be as special when Chanyeol gently strokes the back of Sehun’s neck to calm him. Maybe it wouldn’t even calm Sehun if he knew Chanyeol was only doing it because he was told to.

Sehun stares at the floor and grins, letting Chanyeol smooth his hand over his nape. Chanyeol whispers, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” He rests his head against Chanyeol’s shoulder. Being almost suffocated by tons of fans isn’t exactly a way to keep Sehun calm. But Chanyeol will help him whenever he can.

“We’ll head home soon.”

“Alright.”

eight
“You’re leaving already?” Sehun frowns. It’s like they only got the news of Chanyeol going on Laws of the Jungle just yesterday.

“Yeah. You know it’s just for a few days. I’ll be back quickly.” Chanyeol shoves the chili paste that Baekhyun gave him into his bag. “I think it’ll be fun. Going into the jungle.”

Sehun appears worried. Chanyeol pets the nape of his neck but he still looks unsettled. Chanyeol takes his face in his hands and kisses him, slowly running his tongue over Sehun’s lower lip. “Don’t worry about me.”

Sehun scoffs. “How could I not? What if you get hurt?”

“They have a medical team. I’ll be fine.”

Sehun plays with the collar of Chanyeol’s shirt. “Be careful. Be…be really careful.”

“It’ll be alright. I’m tough. I can do anything, I’m self-efficient.”

Sehun deadpans, “I bet you didn’t pack enough pairs of socks.”

Chanyeol frowns. “I haven’t gotten there, yet!”
-
Sehun doesn’t realize how boring life is without Chanyeol, until Chanyeol leaves. Sehun tries to spend time with the others, but they don’t energize him the way Chanyeol does.

Sehun wonders if Chanyeol is having fun. He wonders how he’s sleeping, where he’s sleeping. Probably on a bed of leaves or something. He wonders what Chanyeol’s eating.

Sehun lies in Chanyeol’s bed and huffs at the ceiling. He turns over and buries his face in Chanyeol’s pillow.

“Quit sulking, you big baby.” Sehun glares in the direction of the voice. Jongdae rolls his eyes, “Come on. We’re going out for dinner.”

“I’m not hungry.” Jongdae goes to the end of the bed and grabs Sehun’s ankles, dragging him out. “Hyung! Stop! Hyung.”

“I’m sure Chanyeol wouldn’t want you to be such a baby. Come on.”

Sehun turns onto his back and looks at him. “Do you think he’ll get hurt?”

“Knowing him? Yeah. Duh.” Sehun internally panics. But Jongdae says, “He’ll live, though. You’re freaking out too much. Now seriously, we have to get going.”
-
Sehun forgets how many days Chanyeol has to spend filming. He’s cocooned himself in Chanyeol’s blanket when the door creaks open. “Hey.”

Sehun glances over and lights up. “Chanyeol hyung!” Sehun gets up and trips over the blanket, falling against Chanyeol’s chest. He takes a step back. “You smell really bad.”

Chanyeol grins, “Doesn’t the wild smell wonderful?”

“No, you smell like dirt and fish. Go shower.”

Chanyeol feigns offence. “I thought you missed me!”

Sehun runs his thumb over the small cut Chanyeol’s cheek. “Of course I did.” Chanyeol leans forward and kisses the corner of Sehun’s mouth.

“Alright, I’ll go shower.”
-
Sehun happily presses his face to Chanyeol’s collarbones and gets a whiff of soap. He asks, “How was it?”

“It was interesting.” Chanyeol goes into a detailed story about how it was in the jungle. He talks about how Jonghyuk cut his finger and how he caught fish all on his own. Then he complains, “My skin looked really bad the whole time. Look at all of this.”

Sehun cups his cheek, “Your skin looks fine.”

Chanyeol sighs and shakes his head. “It’s awful. All of the fans are going to see me like that.”

“I doubt they’d care.” Chanyeol looks skeptical. “Really. No one has perfect skin.”

Chanyeol grumbles, “Tell that to Minseok hyung.”

Sehun hums, “Okay, except Minseok hyung. But it doesn’t matter.”

Chanyeol slips his hand up the back of Sehun’s shirt and murmurs, “I missed you so much. I’d wake up and it would be humid and sometimes I’d forget you weren’t there, so I’d just be disappointed.” He kisses the spot under Sehun’s ear. “I’m glad I’m home. I’m fucking tired.”

“Get some sleep, hyung. I bet it wasn’t very comfortable sleeping on the ground.”

“It wasn’t.” Chanyeol snorts. He tugs Sehun closer and rubs his face against the pillow. “Okay. I’m going to sleep.” Sehun runs his fingers through Chanyeol’s hair. Chanyeol yawns, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” Sehun repeats, “Get some sleep.”

nine
Chanyeol takes Sehun’s hand in his own, scooting closer. He leans in to whisper, “Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah.” Sehun grabs his water, taking a sip. “Do you think we’ll win anything?”

“I think we will.”

Chanyeol traces the design on Sehun’s neck. Sehun shivers, swatting his hand away. Jongin looks at them and Sehun blushes, averting his gaze. Sehun half-hisses, half-whispers, “Will you pay attention?”

“Oh trust me, I’m paying attention.”

“I mean to the awards.”

Chanyeol laughs, “Scared the fans will find out?” Sehun swallows hard. “They just see us talking. They can’t suspect anything from this.” Chanyeol leans in a bit closer and asks, “What’d they put on your mouth?”

“What?” Sehun reaches up and touches his lips. “Some pink lip stain. Why?”

“Because maybe it’s just the pink lip stain, but I really want to kiss you.”

Sehun starts coughing and frantically reaches for his drink, spilling some on his pants. The others stare at him and Sehun waves them off, trying to suppress his coughing. Sehun hisses, “Hyung.” Chanyeol grabs a napkin and pressed it to the wet spot on Sehun’s thigh, rubbing. Sehun almost begins to cough again and he shoves Chanyeol’s hand away, trying to dry the spot himself.

Sehun complains, “You’re so mean.”

Chanyeol whines in response, “But I love you.”

Sehun rolls his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips, “I love you, too.”

...

zeropercent — Thu, 13 Feb 2014 05:32:49 GMT

I thought it was common sense but

if someone gets rid of their writing, and you have a copy of it, DO NOT SHARE IT. I don't care if your friend wants to read it and it's gone or whatever. IT'S NOT YOUR RIGHT TO EMAIL THEM A FUCKING COPY OF A FIC THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU.

I can't believe I even have to say this.

Wings

zeropercent — Tue, 31 Dec 2013 19:14:24 GMT

Title: Wings
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Summary: 1k. He can feel the scars where Jongin’s wings used to be.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Little Mix. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.

Sehun slides his hands up the back of Jongin’s shirt. Dirty, impure, filthy, every variation thereof. He can feel the scars where Jongin’s wings used to be. Jongin slides a leg in between Sehun’s thighs, eyelashes fluttering.

Jongin says, “You should stay away from me.”

Sehun simply responds with, “No I shouldn’t.”

Jongin nuzzles his face against the front of Sehun’s shirt. “I’m dirty.”

“No you’re not.”

Sehun feels guilty sometimes. He was the reason Jongin lost his wings. Jongin tells him it wasn’t his fault, but Sehun knows it was. If Jongin hadn’t met Sehun, Jongin would still be in heaven. Falling in love with a human was impure, looked down on. But Jongin couldn’t help himself. Sehun was special.

In a way, it was worth it. Jongin knows he wouldn’t be able to live without seeing Sehun. But at the same time, all of his friends, his family—they all think he is worthless.

Humans are so different from angels. They do not care whether what they are doing is wrong or right. They simply do it, and face the consequences. Jongin wonders how people can be so care-free.

Sehun runs his fingers through Jongin’s hair. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

Jongin asks, “Do you love me?”

“Yeah. Of course I do.” Sehun thinks, you lost everything for me. How could I not love you?

Jongin smiles. He traces Sehun’s jaw. His smile fades and his eyes appear worried. “Don’t leave me for someone else.”

“Why would I do that?” Jongin averts his gaze. He turns around and Sehun slides an arm around his waist, pressing his nose to the nape of Jongin’s neck. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

-

Jongin feels someone bump into his back and he winces, nails digging into Sehun’s arm. Sehun asks, “Are you okay?” Jongin lets out a sob and Sehun pulls him aside, into an alleyway. It’s empty and a little dark. Jongin needs to calm down. Jongin rubs his eyes, sniffling, and Sehun whispers, “It’ll be alright.” He pulls him close, kissing the side of his head.

Jongin hiccups, “I’m so sorry, Sehun.”

“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He lightly touches Jongin’s shoulder blades. Jongin cries harder. “No one thinks less of you here.”

Jongin shakes his head. “I want to go home.”

Sehun grabs his hand, leading him out.

The walk home is quiet between them, save for Jongin’s sniffles. When they reach the apartment, Jongin buries himself under the blanket. Sehun goes to make some tea, rubbing his temples.

Sehun carefully fills a cup with the tea and takes it to Jongin. Jongin sits up, eyes damp, eyelashes sticking together. “Jongin…”

“I’m sorry. I’m kind of pathetic, right?”

“Not at all. Drink this.” Jongin sighs. Sehun reaches out to wipe the tears from his face. “I know it’s hard… You lost everything. I should be sorry.”

Jongin cracks a smile. “Don’t be sorry for making me love you.”

Sehun looks down. “I ruined your life, though.”

Jongin puts the cup of tea on the nightstand. He takes Sehun’s face in his hands. “I’m just…a little upset that everything got taken from me so quickly. But—you make my life better. Imagine if this had happened, and you weren’t here. I don’t know what I’d do.”

“If I weren’t here, it wouldn’t have happened.”

Jongin frowns deeply. He brings Sehun closer, lips sliding against Sehun’s. Sehun fists his hands in Jongin’s shirt and breathes, “I’ll make everything okay for you. I promise. Trust me, okay?”

Jongin trusts Sehun. Of course he does. He wouldn’t have even risked anything if he didn’t trust Sehun. “Okay.”

Sehun gives him a tiny smile. He kisses Jongin’s cheek and whispers, “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Jongin grabs the tea, drinking it.

-

Jongin tilts his head down. Sehun scrubs his back, careful around his scars. Jongin doesn’t really like it when Sehun looks at them, much less touch them, but Sehun tries to assure him that it isn’t a big deal.

When they get out of the shower, Jongin towel-dries his hair and slips on a shirt. Sehun kisses the corner of his mouth and Jongin blushes, staring down at the floor. Sehun says, “I’ll help you get used to this life.”

Jongin nods. “Thanks.”

Sehun explains, “You can have a lot more freedom here. We should go out.”

“Where?”

Sehun slips on his pants, tugging the drawstring. “We could go to the bar.”

Jongin shifts nervously. “Um.”

Sehun lights up, “Yes! The bar. Let’s go now!”

-

Sehun shoves a bottle of beer into Jongin’s hand. Jongin stares at it, his heart pounding in his head. Sehun drinks from his own bottle, downing it quickly.

Jongin tentatively takes a sip, cringing at the taste. “Sehun, this is awful.”

Jongin thinks about how inappropriate this is. He’s done worse, but having his wings ripped from him kind of changed everything.

Sehun lands a wet kiss to his cheek. “You’re thinking too much.”

“This is...it’s wrong.”

Sehun shakes his head. “It’s fine. If you don’t want to drink it, you don’t have to. But know that if you do, nothing will happen to you.”

Jongin inhales deeply, and swallows some more.

-

Jongin shoves his tongue into Sehun’s mouth. He slurs, “I’m such a fucking sinner.” He slides his hands along Sehun’s sides, grabbing his waist and pushing him harder against the wall. “I’m going to hell.”

Sehun pants, “Fuck. Who cares?”

Jongin sucks marks into Sehun’s neck. “Let’s go home. Please?”

Sehun calls a taxi, and Jongin kisses him the entire ride home.

Sehun struggles with unlocking the door as Jongin mouths at his exposed skin. Sehun throws the door open and they stumble in, almost tripping over each other as they take off their shoes and head into the bedroom.

Jongin falls onto the bed. “I love you so much.”

Sehun tugs Jongin’s shirt up and over his head. “I love you too.”

Jongin thinks Sehun is worth everything.

a/n: /nervous laughter/ what is this i have no fucking idea bye

xoxo

zeropercent — Sat, 07 Dec 2013 07:05:57 GMT

holiday love meme 2013
my thread here

////blushes furiously////

When I’m Not With You, I’m Weaker

zeropercent — Wed, 04 Dec 2013 14:51:04 GMT

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.”

/THROWS CONFETTI/

zeropercent — Thu, 14 Nov 2013 22:57:38 GMT

THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE
I'M CRYING JFC THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LIKING MY FICS THANK YOU
I CAN'T THANK Y'ALL ENOUGH

You Hold Me Down and You Hold Me Up

zeropercent — Tue, 10 Sep 2013 17:17:23 GMT

Title: You Hold Me Down and You Hold Me Up
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chanyeol/Sehun, Chen/Lay
Summary: 4.3k. Chanyeol doesn’t know what it is that draws him to the pink haired boy in his calculus class.
Warnings: Homophobia (Violence due to homophobia, homophobic slurs)
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Marina and the Diamonds. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.

Chanyeol doesn’t know what it is that draws him to the pink haired boy in his calculus class. But Chanyeol constantly finds himself averting his gaze when the boy finds out he’s being watched. He thinks it’s the way the boy always looks lost. Or the way he frowns down at his papers with his eyebrows furrowed. He’s new, has only been at this school for a week now. The teacher didn’t introduce him, so Chanyeol doesn’t know his name.

In a class where students are paired, he sits by himself. But so does Chanyeol. And Chanyeol wants to say hey come sit with me. But he doesn’t know how friendly this boy is. For all he knows, he could be a giant asshole.

Chanyeol twirls his pencil, eyes focused on pastel pink hair.

The teacher calls on a student to answer a question. When they say they don’t know, the teacher says, “Sehun?”

Chanyeol swallows the lump in his throat as the pink haired boy looks down and shakes his head, not saying a word.

Sehun. His name is Sehun.

-

Chanyeol spots Sehun at lunch. Sehun keeps his head lowered, walking past everyone to go to the bathroom.

Chanyeol nudges Jongdae’s shoulder. “Jongdae.” Jongdae hums through his food. Chanyeol asks, “Do you know Sehun? The new pink haired kid?”

“Nope. No clue.”

Chanyeol gets up, “I’ll be back.” He throws his empty lunch tray in the trash and follows the same path Sehun took.

A nasally voice says, “Hey faggot. I hear you got kicked out of your old school for sucking a teacher’s dick.”

Another voice, slightly deeper, laughs. “Careful, dude, he might suck your dick, too.”

“Fag.” A black haired boy throws a punch and spits.

Now, Chanyeol isn’t one to play hero. But he can’t stop himself as he looms over the boys who have Sehun pressed against the wall and asks, “You have a problem?” The boys cower in fear and Chanyeol snaps, “Get lost.”

Sehun looks up at him with wide eyes. His jaw is swelling, blood dripping from his nose. Sehun seems to shrink and Chanyeol holds him up. “Are you going to be okay?” Sehun nods and blood falls onto his uniform shirt. Chanyeol goes into a stall, grabbing toilet paper and pressing it to Sehun’s nose.

“I’m Chanyeol.”

“You always look at me.”

Taken back, Chanyeol feels his cheeks get hot. “Well. You’re new and you’re always by yourself.” Chanyeol has never heard Sehun speak before. To hear more, he asks, “What’s your name?”

“Sehun.”

Chanyeol wants to get him to keep talking. Wants to ask questions like, what’s your favorite food or what’s your favorite band. But now isn’t really the time, he thinks.

“C’mon, you need to go to the nurse.”

-

Sehun sits on one of the beds in the nurse’s office, an ice pack pressed to the side of his face. Chanyeol stares. Sehun’s eyelashes flutter and he sighs. “Please stop looking at me.”

Chanyeol apologizes and looks at the floor.

Sehun whispers, “What they said wasn’t true. About...me. I know you heard it.”

“It’s okay.”

Sehun shifts, lying down. He closes his eyes.

The door opens and a relieved voice says, “Holy shit you’re okay.” Jongdae smacks Chanyeol upside the head. “Someone told me you went to the nurse and I almost had a heart attack.”

“Oh. I’m fine. It’s...Sehun.”

Jongdae takes a seat beside Chanyeol, gaze fixed on Sehun. “What happened?”

Chanyeol just says, “Homophobes.”

Jongdae nods sympathetically. “Well. Welcome to the homo club. I’m the president and Chanyeol is the vice president.” Chanyeol pushes Jongdae’s shoulder. Sehun doesn’t look amused. Jongdae laughs awkwardly. “It’ll get easier. Just chill with us.”

Sehun frowns. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No! No, seriously, Chanyeol and I are full-fledged homosexuals.” Chanyeol wants to kick Jongdae in the balls.

Sehun sits up. He looks at Chanyeol, expression unreadable. He lowers the ice pack. The swelling has gone down. “Well...thanks.”

Jongdae smiles. “No problem. We usually sit behind the gym at lunch. If not, we’re in the courtyard. Just come find us.”

-

Chanyeol pulls out his calculus textbook, feeling something brush his side. He glances over and Sehun has taken a seat beside him. Chanyeol beams, “Hey.”

Sehun mumbles, “Hi. Can I sit here?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

Sehun has a nasty bruise on his jaw. His nose is a tiny bit red. His shirt is buttoned up all the way and it looks a little silly.

Even though the question is kind of foolish, it still leaves Chanyeol’s lips, “How’re you feeling?”

“My face hurts.”

Chanyeol rubs his shoulder, “It won’t happen to you again.”

Sehun fiddles with his pen. “So...people know you’re gay?” Chanyeol nods. “And they don’t care?”

“Well they used to. Jongdae ended up with a bruise like that once. I almost got beat up once but I stood up and they got scared of my height. So they don’t fuck with me. And now that Jongdae’s my friend, they leave him alone.”

“Oh.”

“Honestly, all of them are just little wimps. Things will be fine.”

Sehun tugs on his shirt collar and gulps. “I hope so.”

-

“Hey, quit sucking face. We have a guest.”

Jongdae pulls away from Yixing, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sehun! This is Yixing. This is Sehun. The latest addition to the homo club.”

Chanyeol groans, “We are not a fucking club!”

Jongdae retorts, “We could be. We have potential!”

Amidst those two, Yixing smiles and says, “Hi, Sehun.”

“Hi.”

Sehun picks at his food, tearing apart his bread. Chanyeol stuffs his face, talking with his mouth full about his science teacher. Yixing leans on Jongdae, working on something in his notebook.

“Sehun.”

Sehun looks at Chanyeol, “What?”

“Every weekend we go and hang out at Jongdae’s house. Do you want to come?”

Sehun hesitates. “Um. I don’t know.” He doesn’t know how to feel about hanging out with all of them just yet.

“It’s fun. We get pizza and shit.” Chanyeol swallows his food, “And the bed in the guest bedroom is awesome.”

Sehun’s cheeks flush and he really doesn’t know about hanging out with them, and spending the night, and possibly having to share a bed.

Chanyeol unzips his backpack, handing Sehun his phone. “Here, put your number in.” Sehun complies and Chanyeol does the same to Sehun’s phone. Chanyeol grins. “I’ll text you the address tomorrow. Your choice if you want to come or not, okay?”

“Okay.”

Yixing asks, “Are you in our grade?”

Sehun shakes his head and goes to speak but Chanyeol interjects, “But you’re in calculus!”

“I’m ahead in math by a year. I’m a junior.”

Chanyeol gapes, calling him a genius. Sehun turns his head to hide his blush.

-

Chanyeol lowers his pizza. “Do you think Sehun’s going to show up?”

Jongdae shrugs and licks sauce from the corner of his mouth, “Probably not. I mean, I wouldn’t show up either after hearing I’d have to share a bed with you.”

Chanyeol kicks him and Yixing laughs. They all look to the door when there’s a knock. Jongdae’s mother says, “Your friend is here.”

The door opens and Sehun bows to the woman, sitting next to Chanyeol. “Hi.”

Chanyeol smiles brightly and puts a slice of pizza in Sehun’s hand. “Hey.” He sincerely says, “I’m glad you came.”

Jongdae coughs get a room. Sehun doesn’t seem to notice but Chanyeol glares.

-

Sehun stands at the edge of the bed, contemplating whether to get in or not. Chanyeol looks at him, “I don’t bite. Seriously, I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to, I promise.”

Sehun slips in under the blanket, pressing his face to the pillow. He stays silent for a few minutes before whispering, “Chanyeol hyung?”

“Hm.”

“I’ve never—I’ve never slept over at someone else’s house before.”

Chanyeol turns. “Are you scared?” Sehun nods. Chanyeol finds his innocence ridiculously endearing. “Nothing’s going to happen to you here.” Sehun scoots closer and Chanyeol tentatively slides an arm around his waist. He assures him, “Jongdae’s house is one of the safest.”

Sehun lets out a shaky exhale, relaxing. “Okay.”

“Why did you transfer schools?” Sehun stiffens and Chanyeol starts, “I’m sorry, you don’t—”

“I was getting beat up every day. My mom thought they were going to kill me. She thought a new school would be better. But the kids who gave me this bruise know the ones at my old school.”

Chanyeol reaches out and brushes his fingertips over the purpled skin. “You don’t need to worry about that anymore.”

Sehun closes his eyes, “Thank you, hyung.”

“It’s no problem.”

-

Chanyeol wakes up to Sehun curled around him, his head tucked under his chin. He tenses up, glancing down. Sehun wiggles a little and lets out a long breath, warmth hitting Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol wonders how he’s going to get up without waking him.

He would try to form a plan but Sehun’s arms are so tight around him, he seriously can’t move. He simply stays there, staring at the painting on the wall.

Thankfully it doesn’t take long before Sehun’s yawning and stretching. Sehun blinks at him and realizes his position. He backs away, almost falling off of the bed. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to—”

Chanyeol pats his disheveled hair, “It’s okay.” He rolls out of bed, scratching the back of his head. “I’m going to brush my teeth.”

Sehun nods and buries himself further under the sheets.

-

“Sehun?” Sehun tears his gaze from his worksheet. Chanyeol asks, “Did you have a nice time?” He forgot to text him. Not that it matters, he sees him every day in class.

“Yeah. Jongdae’s fun.” He appears worried, “I’m sorry about—”

“Don’t apologize. It’s fine.” Chanyeol tilts his head and smiles, “You were warm anyway.”

Sehun blushes furiously and quickly turns his head. Chanyeol thinks it’s a habit of his. He lightly pokes him with his pencil and can see Sehun bite his lip to fight back a grin.

-

Sehun fits in nicely with all three of them. His sense of humor is similar to Chanyeol’s and he always laughs at his jokes. Chanyeol likes the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at him.

Sehun’s quiet for the most part. He listens intently to their conversations, very rarely speaking up about something. Chanyeol asks him questions just to get him to talk. He really loves Sehun’s voice.

Sehun sits close to Chanyeol, like being next to him will keep him safe. Chanyeol doesn’t mind. He enjoys having Sehun’s elbow lightly dig into his side every time he brings his sandwich up to take a bite out of it.

-

The next day, Sehun trudges into class, slumped over. He puts his arms on the desk and buries his face in them. Concerned, Chanyeol places his hand between his shoulders. “Sehun, are you okay?”

Sehun nods. Chanyeol pushes, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just tired.”

“Did someone give you shit?”

“No.”

Chanyeol shakes him slightly and Sehun turns his head to look at him. His eyes are red and swollen, like he had been crying for a long time. Chanyeol brushes his thumb over his cheek, “What’s up?”

“My parents were just arguing a lot. I couldn’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Chanyeol feels something tighten in his chest. He wants to wrap his arms around Sehun and tell him to get some rest.

“It’s fine.”

“You know, you can always come to my house if you don’t want to be at yours. Here,” he scribbles his address down and slides the paper over. “Jongdae used to come over a lot in the middle of the night. Before his parents divorced.” Chanyeol ruffles Sehun’s hair, “It’ll all be alright.”

-

Three nights later, Chanyeol’s phone vibrates nonstop, and he realizes he’s getting a phone call before it goes to voicemail. He turns over and puts his glasses on, picking it up. “Hello?”

“Were you sleeping? I’m so sor—”

“Sehun? Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Um. Outside.”

Chanyeol gets up, padding to the front door. He opens it and Sehun’s there, completely soaked from the rain, with his backpack slung over his shoulder. Chanyeol says, “Get in here.”

Sehun shivers as the cold air makes contact with his body. Chanyeol guides him to his room and gets him a towel and a fresh pair of clothes. “Just be quiet so my parents don’t wake up.” Sehun heads into the bathroom to change.

Sehun doesn’t take long, holding his wet clothes in his arms.

“Just toss them on the floor. You can borrow one of my uniforms tomorrow.”

Sehun does as he’s told and sits on the bed. “They don’t stop.” Chanyeol grabs him, pulling him against him. Sehun tenses before going limp, curling up to Chanyeol and letting out a muffled sob.

“It’s okay.” Chanyeol pulls the blanket up, wrapping it around both of them. Sehun stays with his face pressed to Chanyeol’s chest, wiping at his eyes.

Between little hiccups, Sehun whispers, “I didn’t know you wear glasses.”

“Only sometimes.”

Sehun rests his head against the pillow. “I thought he was okay with it. But I heard him yelling about how being gay is wrong, and how I’m a disgrace.”

“Your dad?”

Sehun nods. “He’s always on business trips so I never see him. But...he’s on break now for two weeks before he has to go back out. All he’s doing is yelling.”

Chanyeol cards his fingers through Sehun’s hair, “Don’t listen to him. He’s not worth your time.” Sehun looks up, eyelashes damp. Chanyeol mumbles, “Don’t worry.”

“I didn’t ask for this.” He sighs. “I didn’t ask to be shunned by someone who loves me…or, who’s supposed to love me.”

“If he loved you, he wouldn’t treat you so poorly.”

“I know...fuck. I know.” Sehun’s voice squeaks and he starts to cry again, shoulders shaking from his sobs. He grabs Chanyeol’s shirt. For some reason, it comforts him.

Chanyeol rubs his back until he falls asleep, tear stains on his cheeks.

-

Chanyeol’s alarm has Sehun jumping five feet off the bed. Chanyeol turns it off and throws an arm over Sehun’s hip. “Go back to sleep,” he says.

“But we have school!”

Chanyeol shrugs. “One day off isn’t going to kill us.” Sehun frowns, worried. Chanyeol tucks his hair behind his ear. “Trust me.”

Sehun scoots closer to him, burying his face against his chest. “Okay hyung.”

-

When Chanyeol’s parents leave for work, Chanyeol goes to brush his teeth. He gives Sehun a spare toothbrush and goes to the kitchen.

Sehun joins him a few minutes later, sitting at the table. Chanyeol asks, “Do you like coffee?” Sehun shakes his head. “What about orange juice?”

“I like orange juice.”

Chanyeol pours him a glass. “Do you like eggs?”

“Yeah.”

Chanyeol grabs the carton of eggs from the fridge, cracking a few into a bowl and whisking with a fork.

Sehun sits there awkwardly, tracing the rim of his glass with his index finger. Chanyeol glances over from the stove. “You alright?”

Sehun nods. He sips his drink and watches as Chanyeol cooks. He looks out the window for a moment, at the sunrise. It’s only seven thirty.

Chanyeol puts a plate in front of him, “Eat up! I promise it’ll taste good.”

“Thanks.”

Chanyeol smiles at him and Sehun can’t help but return the expression, the rays of the morning sun pulsing through his veins.

-

They spend most of the day on Chanyeol’s couch, playing video games. At around noon, Sehun leans on Chanyeol’s shoulder and takes a nap. Chanyeol watches TV with the volume low so he doesn’t wake him. Sehun’s eyelashes flutter, lightly hitting Chanyeol’s skin.

Chanyeol adjusts Sehun’s position, lying him down. He goes to make lunch and tries to think of something Sehun will like.

Pasta is easy enough. When the water comes to a boil, a tired voice says, “Hyung?”

“Hey. I’m making pasta.”

“Okay.” Sehun leans on the counter and rubs at his tired eyes. “I’m still sleepy.”

Chanyeol pulls him in for a hug. Sehun wraps his arms around his waist, pressing his face to the crook of his neck. Sehun’s words are quiet, muffled, as he says, “I don’t want to go home.”

Chanyeol gently rocks him side to side, “You should go, just to see your mom, at least. Then come back.”

“What if my dad’s there? I don’t want to see him.” His voice is uneven, fingers shaking against the small of Chanyeol’s back. “I’m sorry for being a burden.”

“You’re not a burden.”

“Your parents don’t even know I’m here. Fuck. I really should leave, huh?”

“No. Shh.” Chanyeol presses his lips to the side of Sehun’s head, smoothing down his hair. “Like I said, Jongdae used to come over all the time. He practically lived here for five months. Trust me, you’re fine.”

Sehun closes his eyes, basking in Chanyeol’s warmth. Chanyeol pets his hair and tells him that everything will be okay.

-

“Hey. Where were you two yesterday?”

Chanyeol takes a huge bite out of his sandwich, “My house. We hung out.”

Jongdae hums, slinging an arm around Yixing’s shoulders. Yixing looks worn out. Chanyeol jokes, “That’s what happens when you don’t use enough lube.”

Yixing snorts and Jongdae says, “Fuck you we used plenty.”

Chanyeol’s face scrunches up. He groans, “I didn’t need to know that.” Sehun laughs for the first time all day. Chanyeol squeezes his thigh and Jongdae wiggles his eyebrows at Chanyeol, earning a scowl.

-

Chanyeol closes his locker, heading out. It’s been a long week. He’s dying to go home and strip down to his underwear and eat junk food. He’s exiting the school gate when a voice calls, “Chanyeol hyung!”

Chanyeol stops and turns around, “Sehun?”

Sehun looks up at him, “Can I go home with you? Please.” He looks stressed. Chanyeol wraps an arm around his shoulders.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Sehun apologizes, “I’m sorry for being so annoying. My dad leaves on Sunday. I’ll stop bothering you then.”

Chanyeol shakes his head. He rubs Sehun’s shoulder. “I like having you around.”

Sehun’s cheeks flush and Chanyeol keeps him close as they walk. Chanyeol glances at him every once in a while. Sehun doesn’t look like his usual self. Chanyeol recalls how he only laughed once at lunch. “Are you okay?”

Sehun gazes up at him, “Yeah.”

Chanyeol unlocks the front door, letting Sehun in first. They kick their shoes off and place their backpacks on the floor. Chanyeol asks, “Did something happen?”

“No.”

Taking his hand, Chanyeol guides him to the sofa. “You’d tell me, right? If you weren’t okay?” Sehun nods and Chanyeol grabs the video game controllers, turning the system on and going to grab some snacks.

When he returns, Sehun isn’t sitting where he left him. Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows. He goes to the bathroom, knocking on the door, “Sehun-ah?”

“Hold on.”

Chanyeol looks down at the doorknob. Sehun’s voice sounded off. “Sehun?”

Suddenly the door flings open and Chanyeol gets an armful of Sehun. He repeats his name and Sehun sniffles against his chest. “I lied,” Sehun says.

“About what?”

“I’m not—,” he inhales deeply, “I’m not okay.”

Chanyeol takes him to his room since his parents will probably be home soon. He doesn’t want them to see Sehun like this. He turns the lock and sits on the edge of the bed beside Sehun.

Sehun is trembling. His hands are shaking, he looks sickly pale.

Chanyeol wraps him up in his arms. Sehun whispers, “Am I wrong?” Chanyeol stays silent. “Is it—is it actually wrong to be gay? Am I really fucked up?”

“Sehun...”

“My dad kept yelling about how disgusting I am. How men are meant for women and not for other men.” He lowers his voice, “I feel really guilty. It’s not like I wanted to be this way. I didn’t turn this way. I’ve always been like this.”

Chanyeol smoothes down his hair. “It’s not wrong. Sehun...your dad’s kind of a fucking asshole.” Sehun lets out a weak laugh. Chanyeol continues, “Don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to anyone who tries to tell you that what you are is wrong.”

“I...” Sehun sighs.

“What?”

Sehun pulls back to look at him. He smiles sadly, “I really like you. It’s dumb. And if you want me to leave, that’s okay.”

“I don’t want you to leave. The opposite, actually. Stay.” Sehun doesn’t make eye contact with him. Chanyeol can hear the front door open and close. His mom’s home. He puts his hand on the side of Sehun’s face, “Will you let me kiss you?”

Sehun’s face turns red and his eyes widen but he nods.

Chanyeol brings their lips together and Sehun leans into him. He doesn’t just kiss him once. He can’t. He makes sure Sehun knows it’s not wrong. He kisses him until Sehun kisses back with confidence. Chanyeol mumbles, “I’ve liked you since the day you walked into the classroom.” Sehun grins into his mouth.

“Is that why you’d always stare?”

“Yeah.”

Sehun lets himself be pushed back. Chanyeol straddles his hips. He can hear his mom curse about how Chanyeol always leaves the television on. Sehun giggles, having heard it too. Chanyeol says, “Fuck what your dad says. He’s a loser.”

Sehun can’t help but laugh. “He is a loser.”

Chanyeol kisses him again, “Let’s go play video games in our underwear, yeah?”

“Okay.”

-

Chanyeol learns, as he slides his fingertips over Sehun’s back, that Sehun has a scar on his shoulder blade from when he was pushed against a brick wall. He learns, as he runs his hands up Sehun’s thighs, that skin is fragile.

Sehun is soft. Chanyeol loses track of the amount of times he kisses him. Five, ten, twenty, thirty. He doesn’t know. All he knows is that Sehun is small in his arms, all he knows is Sehun’s lips taste salty from potato chips.

Sehun keeps a thigh wedged between Chanyeol’s legs. He says, “I hope you stay.”

Chanyeol gently smoothes out the wrinkles in Sehun’s paper heart as he replies. “I promise I will.”

-

Sehun spends the weekend. On Monday, he goes back home, since his father is gone. Chanyeol tosses and turns in his bed. He’s cold. He can’t sleep without Sehun pressed against him.

He calls him. Sehun’s tired voice answers, “Hello?”

“I’m cold,” Chanyeol whispers.

Sehun admits, “Me too.” He hears Sehun sigh. “Isn’t it too early to be feeling like this?”

Chanyeol pulls his blanket tighter around himself, desperate for warmth. “I don’t know. But—I wish you were here.”

“I do, too. I’m glad you called.”

They stay in complete silence for a while. Sehun starts to snore, and Chanyeol falls asleep with Sehun breathing into his ear.

-

Sometime during the night, Chanyeol rolled onto his phone and disconnected the call. He rubs his eyes and puts his phone to charge before he has to go to school.

He meets up with Sehun halfway. Sehun holds his hand tightly. The fog is thick, and Chanyeol wishes he could go back to sleep. He stops and tugs Sehun against him, kissing him.

Sehun lazily kisses back, lips loose. It’s obvious he’s still tired.

Chanyeol quietly asks, “Want to skip?”

“More than anything.”

-

As he pushes Sehun down onto the couch, Chanyeol thinks that Sehun is perfect. He slides Sehun’s shirt up, pressing his mouth to his ribs and sucking a small mark into his skin. Sehun arches up, sweeping his fingers through Chanyeol’s hair.

Chanyeol manages to fit between Sehun and the back of the sofa. He holds Sehun as close as he can, burying his nose in the crook of his neck. His shirt smells like detergent, his skin, a bit of sweat mixed with something sweet.

The television is playing some lame drama that they both don’t know the name of.

Sehun laces their fingers together. Chanyeol kisses the spot under his ear. A nap sounds incredibly inviting.

-

“How come you and Sehun keep missing school on the same days? Are you skipping together?” Chanyeol nods, flipping a page in his textbook. Jongdae makes a noise, “What’s going on with you two?”

“We’re basically together now.”

Jongdae seems to brighten. “You are? Now we really are a homo club!”

Chanyeol’s foot meets Jongdae’s calf under the table and Jongdae groans, shoving his face down onto his half-completed homework.

“I kissed him,” Chanyeol mumbles.

Jongdae asks, “Was it good?”

“Yeah.” Chanyeol smiles. He looks over and sees the door to the library open. Yixing walks in, with Sehun in tow. Sehun takes a seat next to Chanyeol.

“Hi,” Sehun says.

Chanyeol briefly runs his fingers through Sehun’s hair. It’s a little dry, it’s evident he recently dyed it again. “Hi.” Chanyeol leans in, pressing his lips to the corner of Sehun’s mouth. Sehun blushes, cheeks aflame, and goes to pull out his textbook.

Yixing raises an eyebrow at Chanyeol and Chanyeol nods proudly, throwing an arm over Sehun’s shoulders. Sehun sits up straight and twirls his pencil, giving Chanyeol a tiny grin.

-

Chanyeol looks through his unorganized papers. All he needs is one formula for math. He glances at Sehun, who is working diligently on his part of the project. “Do you have the notes from the fifteenth?”

Sehun hands him his notebook. It’s perfectly organized by date. Chanyeol hums, “I should get organized, huh?”

“It’d probably be in your best interest.” Chanyeol steals a kiss and Sehun laughs, softly trailing his fingers over Chanyeol’s jaw. Sehun murmurs, “We really should get to work on this project.”

“You’re working.”

“But you’re not.” Sehun snorts.

Chanyeol slides his hand up the back of Sehun’s shirt. “Okay, fair enough.” Sehun leans into his touch, punching numbers into his calculator.

Chanyeol thinks they have enough time to curl up to each other later. Right now, he needs to write down this formula and figure out the answers to his work.

Exposed Against A Page

zeropercent — Thu, 08 Aug 2013 17:34:03 GMT

Title: Exposed Against A Page
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jin/V, Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Summary: AU. 4.4k. If he had to do one thing for the rest of his life, Seokjin would film.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Hands Like Houses. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
A/N: So in this verse, Taehyung and Baekhyun are brothers, Seokjin and Baekhyun are freshmen in college, and Taehyung is a senior in high school. I write too much u_____u

If he had to do one thing for the rest of his life, Seokjin would film. Just, anything. He’d film anything and everything. For his second semester video journals, he needs at least one hour a week, but he somehow ends up getting over fifteen hours of footage and Baekhyun rolls his eyes at him.

“You know I’m supposed to review this, right? You’re the worst partner ever.”

Seokjin shrugs, “Just say you reviewed it. And when the professor asks, just make some shit up.”

Baekhyun groans and gets out his camera, turning it on himself. “Friday, March 8th, 2013, Seokjin is the worst partner ever. End log.” He closes it and says, “For future reference.” He hands Seokjin the camera, “Look over my footage. I just did the minimum this week. Because, you know, I have other classes.”

Seokjin snorts and selects the first video, from Monday. It starts with Baekhyun rolling out of bed, his hair sticking up at ridiculous angles as he yawns unattractively. Baekhyun grumbles something about food and goes to the kitchen without even brushing his teeth. Seokjin comments, “You’re gross,” and Baekhyun punches his arm.

Baekhyun asks someone, “Are you making eggs? Make me two.”

A male voice says, “Make your own.”

The camera is on Baekhyun’s face and his lower lip is pushed out. “Taehyung, make your hyung breakfast.”

“I already did. It’s on the table.” The camera turns and shows a boy.

Baekhyun ruffles his hair, “Taehyung is the best brother ever.”

Taehyung turns around, and Seokjin is surprised to see that he looks extremely similar to Baekhyun albeit noticeably younger. “Are you filming me? Jesus, get it away.” He smacks the camera away and Baekhyun turns it off, ending the log for Monday.

Seokjin hums, “I didn’t know you had a brother.”

Baekhyun scribbles something in his notebook. “He’s a senior in high school. He’s really quiet and boring so I never talk about him.”

Laughing, Seokjin hands Baekhyun his camera. “I’ll look at the rest later.” He pulls out his book, flipping to the page he bookmarked.

A shrill noise almost gives Seokjin a headache and Baekhyun takes his phone out of his pocket and answers it. “What?” Seokjin glares at him and Baekhyun shoves his middle finger in his face. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He hangs up and starts putting his stuff away. “I have to go pick up my brother. He missed the bus like an idiot. You need a ride home?”

Seokjin nods, “It’d be nice.”

“Come on, then.”

Seokjin stuffs his books and camera into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Baekhyun’s car sucks. The passenger seat is folded over and it’s impossible to lift up, so instead of being able to fit four people, it can only fit three. It’s beaten up, but Seokjin supposes it’s better than no car.

When they pull up to the high school, Baekhyun says, “By the way, my brother’s really weird.”

“You said he was quiet and boring.”

“Depends on who he’s talking to. Chances are he’s going to talk to me and ignore you, or just be completely silent. Don’t take it personally.”

Seokjin laughs, “So there’s no chance he’s going to talk to me?”

“Very slim. Don’t get your hopes up.”

The car door opens and Taehyung slides in, eyeing Seokjin curiously. Baekhyun gives his brother a smile and Taehyung returns the expression. Taehyung looks out the window, obviously not intending to talk. Baekhyun breaks the silence, “How was your day?”

“Fine.”

Baekhyun glances in the rear view mirror, trying to continue the conversation, “How are Jimin and Jeongguk?”

“They’re fine.” Taehyung shifts, turning to look at Seokjin. “What’s your name?”

Taken off guard, it takes a few seconds for it to process in Seokjin’s head. “Seokjin.”

Taehyung doesn’t tear his eyes away from Seokjin’s face. “You know my name, don’t you? Baekhyun hyung probably told you.”

“Yeah.”

Baekhyun is watching the scene unfold, eyes wide. Seokjin manages to catch a glimpse of him. His mouth is open a little, he looks ridiculous.

“Do you film, too?” Seokjin nods and Taehyung seems interested, “Can I see?”

Seokjin hands over his camera and Taehyung ends up watching one of his video journals from Tuesday. Seokjin’s lying in bed, complaining about college and waving around some princess fan that he got years ago. Taehyung cracks a smile and it’s truly uncanny how much he looks like Baekhyun.

Taehyung doesn’t say another word the rest of the trip, silently watching the videos. When Baekhyun pulls up to Seokjin’s driveway, Taehyung gives Seokjin his camera back, smiling shyly. He mumbles, “Bye.”

Seokjin says, “Bye. Bye Baekhyun.”

“See you tomorrow.”

As Seokjin watches the car leave, Baekhyun appears to be talking to Taehyung. He makes his way into his house, wondering what they were saying.

-

Taehyung ends up giving Jeongguk half of his lunch every day. Jeongguk stares at him with his stupid pouty lips and says, “Please, hyung?”

Taehyung reminds himself to never befriend another freshman as he transfers meat onto Jeongguk’s plate. Jimin snorts, “We baby him too much. You know, we’re both out of here in less than a year. Then who are you going to mooch off of?”

Jeongguk hums, “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

Jimin flings a piece of bread at him from across the table and Jeongguk throws it back, hitting him on the nose. Jimin shoves it into his mouth, “Next year you won’t be an adorable freshman anymore. No one’s going to feed you.”

“Shut up, armpit shaver.”

“My pits are as smooth as a baby’s butt. Your jealousy is evident.”

They continue to banter over Jimin’s armpits and Taehyung wonders why he’s friends with them.

-

“Are you a witch?”

Seokjin looks up from his textbook, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think so? Why?”

Baekhyun sits across from him, “I’ve never seen Taehyung talk to someone so quickly before. And I’ve known him for eighteen years. So, the only logical explanation is that you’re a witch and you cast a spell on him.”

“Okay, Baekhyun.”

“Here’s yesterday’s footage.” Baekhyun gives him his camera, “I still have like, eighty hours of yours to watch. Asshole.”

Seokjin laughs and Baekhyun jumps when someone comes up behind him and covers his eyes.

“Guess who.”

“I don’t know.” To mess with him, Baekhyun sniggers, “Who else has a deep voice and stupidly warm hands? Hmm. Oh, I know. Yixing!”

Chanyeol snickers and grabs Baekhyun’s chin, turning his head and kissing him. “Yixing better not be kissing you.”

“Yixing doesn’t even have a deep voice. And his hands are always freezing.”

Chanyeol wraps an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders and waves at Seokjin. Seokjin says, “Hi,” staring back down at his textbook.

The rest of the day is mostly quiet, save for Chanyeol and Baekhyun, who make small wet noises every time they kiss. Seokjin groans, “Can you two suck face elsewhere?”

Baekhyun blushes. He checks his phone and stands up, “I need to pick Taehyung up from school. Idiot missed his bus again. You need a ride?”

Seokjin shakes his head, “My parents won’t be home till late. I’ll be bored at home.”

“You can come to my house. There’s this movie I want to show you anyways.”

“Alright.”

-

Taehyung gets in the car, stuffing a huge lion plush in first. Baekhyun cackles, “That thing is bigger than you.”

“Jimin gave it to me because his little sister didn’t want it.”

Seokjin comments, “It’s cute,” and he swears he sees Taehyung’s cheeks turn red.

Baekhyun tells Taehyung that Seokjin is going to come over and Taehyung doesn’t stare at Seokjin for the rest of the ride. When they get to their house, he locks himself in his room. Baekhyun knocks on his door, offering him food, but he declines. “Your loss.”

Baekhyun plops down onto the sofa, next to Seokjin. He gives him the plate of leftover pizza he was going to give Taehyung. Seokjin nods, “Thanks.”

“No problem. Alright. Movie time.”

-

Baekhyun ends up falling asleep halfway through the movie, snoring loudly. Seokjin huffs and gets up, knocking on the door Baekhyun had tried to enter earlier.

“Come in, hyung.”

“Oh, um. It’s me.”

Taehyung sits up in his bed, “You’re still my hyung.” He pauses his video game and asks, “What do you want?”

“Nothing…Baekhyun fell asleep. I—I like your room.”

Taehyung smiles, “Thank you.”

“I’ll uh. I’ll go back to watching the movie.”

“Wait.” Seokjin turns around and Taehyung tentatively holds out his controller, “Want to play?”

“Sure.” He takes the controller and sits beside Taehyung. Taehyung teaches him how to play, and they spend the next four hours like that.

-

Seokjin sets his camera down on his desk so it’s facing him. He hits record and sits back in his chair, “Wednesday, March 13th, 2013. I have a problem.” He sighs, “Chances are Baekhyun won’t see this. I’ll probably move it to my computer.” He taps his pencil on his desk.

“So, Baekhyun has a brother. I didn’t know. He’s eighteen.” Seokjin laughs quietly, “He’s really cute. I think I’m kind of fucked. I mean, I know I’m twenty but, he’s Baekhyun’s brother.”

Running a hand over his face, he groans, “What the fuck am I going to do?”

-

Baekhyun appears apologetic as he takes his usual seat across from Seokjin in the library. “Sorry I fell asleep yesterday. How’d you get home?”

“My mom came to get me. It’s fine. I really need a car. I’m twenty.”

“What did you do when I fell asleep?” Baekhyun starts unpacking his bag, laying his books out on the table. He pulls out his lunch, stuffing his sandwich into his mouth.

Seokjin contemplates telling him that he just did some of his work until his mom showed up. But lying isn’t his forte. “I played a video game with Taehyung.”

“What?”

“I got bored so I went to hang out with him.”

Baekhyun leans over the table. “You. Did. What?”

“I hung out with your brother?”

“He let you?” Seokjin furrows his eyebrows and Baekhyun lets out a squeaky noise. “What? He let you into his room? And he let you play a game with him? The fuck.”

Chanyeol appears out of nowhere, taking a bite out of Baekhyun’s sandwich. Baekhyun shoves him away and complains, “This is all I have!”

Chanyeol opens his mouth, “You want it back?”

“You’re gross.” Chanyeol swallows his food and goes to kiss Baekhyun’s cheek but Baekhyun holds his hand up, “Don’t touch me, you’re nasty.”

“Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun scoffs and quickly presses his lips to Chanyeol’s, earning a bright grin. Seokjin pulls a bag of chips out of his backpack and hands it to Chanyeol. “Seriously? Thanks,” Chanyeol beams, “you’re the best.”

“I know.” Seokjin grabs a bag for himself, tearing it open. He takes his camera out. “Thursday, March 14th, 2013. I’m sitting in the library with Chanyeol and Baekhyun. Eating a snack. I think I’ll be able to finish this essay today.” He hums, chips crunching between his teeth. Seokjin turns the camera, “Say hi.”

Chanyeol waves, making a stupid expression. Baekhyun rolls his eyes, “Hi.”

“I wonder how old I’ll be when I look back at these videos.” He looks at the lens, “Well hopefully I’ll keep this somewhere I can remember,” and shuts it off.

-

“Taehyung.”

Taehyung shoves a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, milk trailing down his chin, “What?”

“Seokjin’s coming over and he’s spending the night; you might want to put pants on.”

Taehyung stares down at himself, simply clad in briefs, “I’ll do it once I’m done eating.”

“Whatever you say.” Baekhyun goes to the front door, opening it, “Hi Seokjin.” Taehyung springs up from his seat and runs to his room, knees knocking into the table, causing him to almost tip over his bowl of cereal.

Seokjin steps into the house, watching Taehyung scurry away and catching a glimpse of pale skin. He asks Baekhyun, “Is he okay?”

“Yeah. He was half naked.”

“Oh.”

-

Seokjin whispers, “Friday, March 15th, 2013. It’s…11:28pm. Baekhyun’s asleep.” He turns the camera onto Baekhyun for a second, “And he’s snoring. Again.” Seokjin rolls out of Baekhyun’s bed and goes into the living room. “His whole family is sleeping, I think. I’m really bored. I should watch TV.” He sits on the couch and stares at the remote for a minute. “What if when I turn it on, it’s really loud?”

He gets up and walks around, noticing a flickering light coming from under Taehyung’s door. “I wonder if he’s awake. Let’s go find out.” He knocks lightly, just in case Taehyung is asleep.

“What?”

He opens the door, “Hi.”

Taehyung drops his comic book and shoves the blanket over his bare chest, “Uh.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Seokjin turns the camera off, holding it in his hand. He says again, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I like your stuffed lions.” He has a collection of them beside his pillow. Seokjin shifts his weight from one foot to the other, “I can’t sleep.”

He gives Seokjin a once-over, “I can tell.”

“Can I just sit in here?”

Taehyung nods, “You can use the computer if you want.”

“Thanks.” Seokjin considers doing school work but decides against it when he remembers that online games exist. He finds a whole page dedicated to different versions of solitaire and plays them one by one. When he turns his head, he sees that Taehyung now has a shirt on.

A few minutes later, the bed creaks. Taehyung’s sitting on the edge, “Can I see your camera?”

Seokjin nods, letting him take it. He goes back to his game of solitaire.

“Your camera is nicer than Baekhyun hyung’s.” He makes a face into the camera and it takes a moment for Seokjin to realize he’s recording. Taehyung waves at it, smiling brightly. “The quality is a lot better.”

“I basically used up all the money I had saved to buy it.”

Taehyung tilts his head, clicking the button at the top to stop the recording. He looks at the video he just made and laughs, “I look awful.”

“You look fine.”

Taehyung inspects his face, “Really?”

Seokjin nods, “Really.”

The corners of Taehyung’s lips turn upwards and he murmurs, “Thanks.”

“Here,” he holds out his hand and Taehyung gives him the camera, “want to record something?”

“Okay.”

Taehyung pulls out a folding chair from his closet, sitting beside Seokjin.

“Friday, March 15th, 2013 continued. This is Taehyung. He’s Baekhyun’s brother.”

Taehyung stares, wide eyed. He holds his small stuffed lion to his chest. “Is anyone going to see this?”

“Just Baekhyun.” Seokjin snickers, “If he ever gets to it.” Taehyung stays quiet and Seokjin says, “Well, Taehyung let me use his computer. I’ve been playing solitaire. I said it was Friday at the beginning but it’s past midnight so it’s Saturday.”

Taehyung simply keeps his eyes on him, silent. Seokjin notices and Taehyung’s cheeks flush. Taehyung squeezes his stuffed lion, “Uh—I…I…”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow at him and unconsciously leans towards him, “What?” Taehyung shakes his head and the way he looks at Seokjin’s mouth doesn’t go unnoticed. Seokjin takes his face in his hands, giving him a chance to pull away. But Taehyung doesn’t. So Seokjin takes the opportunity, pressing their lips together.

Taehyung lets go of his stuffed lion to wrap his arms around Seokjin’s neck, bringing him closer. He whimpers into his mouth, “Jin hyung.”

Seokjin feels like his heart’s going to jump out of his chest. Like he can’t breathe. Taehyung’s lips are soft, softer than the first girl Seokjin ever kissed. Seokjin reaches over, turning off his camera, and threads his fingers in Taehyung’s hair.

-

Seokjin smiles down at his phone and Baekhyun nudges Chanyeol’s shoulder, motioning for him to look over. Baekhyun smirks, “Who’re you texting?”

Taehyung flashes on the screen, signaling he got another text. “Just someone.”

Baekhyun bounces, “Seokjin’s got a crush! Who is it? Huh? Who? Tell us, we won’t tell anyone!” He lunges over the table to try to grab Seokjin’s cell phone but Chanyeol pulls him back.

Chanyeol holds Baekhyun by the collar. “Is it a girl or a dude?”

Seokjin shrugs and Baekhyun whines, “Come on, Seokjin. Jin. Jin Jin. Tell me.”

The hairs on the back of Seokjin’s neck stick up at the sound of the nickname Jin. “Maybe I’ll tell you some day.”

Baekhyun complains so loudly that the librarian tells him to be quiet.

-

Seokjin’s refining his weekly report (he interviewed the lead singer of an indie band this week) when Baekhyun groans, “I’m never going to finish this. All of your video logs are the same.” He puts his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder. “You need to spice up your life.”

“And do what? Record myself jerking off? Let’s not forget the time I saw your sex tape.”

Chanyeol tears his gaze away from his homework, “It was hot, right?”

“There are some things in life I don’t need to see. You fucking Baekhyun is one of them.” Chanyeol laughs.

Baekhyun straightens up in his seat. “Yeah?”

Seokjin snorts, “Yeah.”

“Some things in life you don’t need to see.” Baekhyun narrows his eyes at him. “Me too. Like seeing you fucking making out with my brother.” He slides the camera over to Seokjin, where the video is still playing. He stuffs his things into his backpack and gets up.

Seokjin freezes in his seat and wishes he could disappear. “Baekhyun, wait.”

He snaps, “Stay away from me and stay away from my brother or I will fucking kill you.”

Chanyeol sits there, trying to make sense of what just happened. “You—you made out with Taehyung?”

“Just…just go, Chanyeol.”

-

Seokjin gets five texts from Taehyung. He wants to reply. Wants to simply think fuck you, Baekhyun, I can do what I want, but he doesn’t. He can’t.

As he lies in bed, he watches his phone flash, feels it vibrate. He feels awful. And guilty. And just like an overall shitty person. He turns his phone off, burying his face in his pillow.

He’s not going to record a video log today.

-

He sits in the library by himself. He keeps looking to the door, hoping either Chanyeol or Baekhyun will walk in. It’s useless. He knows they won’t.

Seokjin stares at his camera, runs his finger over the play button. He presses it, feeling his chest constrict.

“Jin hyung.”

Seokjin stops the video, running his fingers through his hair, and putting his camera away.

-

For the next week, every time Baekhyun comes home, Taehyung’s buried under his sheets. Baekhyun figures he must be exhausted. “Taehyung-ah. Come eat dinner.” Taehyung’s only response is a choked sob. Baekhyun steps forward, shutting the door behind him. “Taehyung. Are you crying?” He takes a seat next to Taehyung, peeling back the blanket. “Hey.”

Taehyung looks terrible. Baekhyun has never seen such dark circles in his life. And on top of that, his eyes are red and puffy, eyelashes damp from tears. “Am I a bad person, hyung?”

Baekhyun feels like he wants to vomit. “What are you talking about?”

“This person I like…I thought they liked me back. But now they’re just ignoring me.”

Baekhyun swallows hard. “Maybe they’re not worth your time. If they’re ignoring you, they’re probably an asshole anyway.”

“No, hyung. They—they weren’t an asshole. I know it.”

Baekhyun says, “I’ll bring you dinner.”

“Don’t bother. I’m not hungry.”

-

Seokjin worries about his journalism class. If Baekhyun’s mad at him, will he look over his footage? He needs Baekhyun’s feedback. It’s been a week.

He looks up when he sees a figure in his peripheral vision. Baekhyun makes a motion with his hand, “Give me your camera so I can look over your shit.”

Seokjin gives it to him, and Baekhyun hands him his camera in return.

-

“You look worse every day. Tell me what’s up.”

Taehyung rubs his eyes, sighing at Jimin. “You can’t tell anyone.”

Jimin laughs, “You and Jeongguk are my only friends, who else would I tell?” Jeongguk nods and watches quietly, eating his lunch and picking meat off of Taehyung’s plate.

So Taehyung tells them. He doesn’t really have anything left to lose. He tells them about how Seokjin came into his room at almost midnight, how he let him use his camera, about how he sat beside him, and Seokjin kissed him. How Seokjin started ignoring his texts, and hasn’t said a single word to him for over a week.

Jimin leans closer to him, “You guys kissed?”

Jeongguk asks, “Was he your first?”

“Yes and yes.” Taehyung shakes his head, “I don’t know what to do. I can’t tell Baekhyun.”

Jimin frowns. “Baekhyun’s the only person who can contact him. You should tell him.”

Taehyung gawks at him. “Are you insane? I can’t tell him. Fuck. Just forget it.”

-

“So, Baekhyun has a brother. I didn’t know. He’s eighteen. He’s really cute. I think I’m kind of fucked. I mean, I know I’m twenty but, he’s Baekhyun’s brother. What the fuck am I going to do?”

Baekhyun breathes deeply, setting down the camera. His door flings open and he jumps.

“I kissed Seokjin and now he won’t talk to me and I feel really bad because I really like him. Please help me, hyung.” Baekhyun feels nauseous. Taehyung pleads, “Hyung, I need your help. Please.”

“Taehyung—”

“Is that Seokjin’s camera?” He grabs it before Baekhyun can hide it, holding it up and looking at the video Baekhyun was viewing. “Hyung?”

“Taehyung, listen to me.”

“You told him. You told him not to talk to me, didn’t you?”

Baekhyun thinks the worst part is that Taehyung doesn’t even look angry. He looks disappointed. And that’s a million times worse. Tears are forming in his eyes and Taehyung whispers, “Why would you do that, hyung?”

Baekhyun can’t even meet his eyes. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“What the fuck am I, then? Do I look like I’m okay to you?” His voice cracks and Baekhyun can’t stop the sob that rips through him.

“I’m sorry.”

Taehyung shakes his head and puts the camera on the bed, exiting the room.

-

Baekhyun puts the camera down, “My brother won’t stop fucking crying and I’m a piece of shit so will you please fucking talk to him?” Seokjin opens and closes his mouth, as if he’s going to say something, but stays silent. Baekhyun gets in his face, “Please talk to him. Talk to him, and then we’ll talk.”

Seokjin watches him leave and pulls out his phone. He looks at the screen, finger hovering over the call button, before putting his phone back into his pocket.

-

Taehyung doesn’t want to answer the door. Baekhyun probably forgot his keys. Serves him right. But the doorbell keeps ringing and ringing and it annoys the living shit out of him, so he kicks the blanket off and goes to open it.

He yells, “Baekhyun hyung I heard you the first time.” He unlocks the door, groaning loudly. “Jesus, hyung, that—”

Warm hands grab his face, gentle lips colliding with his. Taehyung fists his hands in the person’s shirt, ready to push them away, but the closed eyes he sees make him decide against it.

He brings Seokjin closer, making a small noise when his tongue slides over his lip.

“Jin hyung.”

Seokjin shushes him and wraps his arms around his waist. Taehyung presses his face to the crook of his neck, clutching the back of his shirt.

Seokjin mumbles, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know what happened.”

Seokjin runs his hands up and down his back, nuzzling his nose against the side of his head. Taehyung smells like apples and some underlying scent that can only be described as boy. Seokjin laughs, “I took the bus and then walked here.”

Taehyung snorts but his heart is beating so hard he’s afraid Seokjin can hear it. “Baekhyun will be home soon.”

“That’s fine.”

Taehyung invites Seokjin inside, and plays video games with him until Taehyung’s parents get home. Baekhyun doesn’t come see them.

-

Baekhyun takes his seat, across from Seokjin. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

Baekhyun taps his fingers on the table, “Is it…is it alright if I sit here?”

Seokjin gives him a smile, “Yeah.”

Baekhyun mimics the expression, pulling out his books. “So, things are fine with you and my brother?” Seokjin nods. “And us?” Seokjin nods again. Baekhyun lets out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry for being a dick.”

Seokjin clicks his pen. “You just wanted to keep him safe.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Chanyeol plops down on the chair next to Baekhyun, grinning at Seokjin. “Hi guys.” Baekhyun kisses his cheek and Chanyeol laces their fingers together.

from: taehyung, 1:58pm
are you coming over tonight??

Seokjin can’t help the way his lips curl up as he presses reply.

to: taehyung, 1:59pm
yeah. baekhyun is going to give me a ride. we should be out of here in an hour.

Baekhyun snickers, “Are you talking to Taehyung? He’s home sick.”

from: taehyung, 2:02pm
okay ^^ see you then, i got a new video game

“Yeah.” He forces himself to complete at least one question on his homework before responding this time.

to: taehyung, 2:05pm
(*´∀`*) see you, feel better!!! gotta finish this report

He puts his phone away, determined to finish his work. Baekhyun is helping Chanyeol with his math homework. Which probably isn’t a very good idea, since he’s not all that great at it. He guesses it’s because Chanyeol’s desperate.

Chanyeol ends up shutting his textbook within half an hour, and opts for pulling Baekhyun into his lap and kissing him. Seokjin ignores them, practically gluing his face to the papers in front of him.

-

Taehyung blushes furiously, hooking his arms around his neck. Seokjin brushes his hair from his eyes, feeling his forehead. “Do you have a fever?”

“Last time I checked, I did.”

Baekhyun doesn’t bother knocking on the door and just barges in, “Hey. Don’t do that.” Seokjin sits up, still straddling Taehyung’s thighs. Baekhyun says, “Mom made dinner. But she made Taehyung soup. Come eat, you two.”

Baekhyun leaves and Taehyung presses his fingers to Seokjin’s shirt, playing with the hem. “Let’s go then.” Seokjin gets up and Taehyung says his name. He turns and Taehyung smiles at him, “Thanks for being here.”

Seokjin extends his hand and Taehyung takes it, being pulled against him. Taehyung sighs against his chest and intertwines their fingers. Seokjin presses his lips against the top of his head, “So, dinner?”

“Yeah. Dinner.”

Waiting for the Sun

zeropercent — Wed, 17 Jul 2013 14:49:58 GMT

Title: Waiting for the Sun
Author: zeropercent
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chanyeol/Sehun
Summary: Predebut. 3.7k. Chanyeol has this stupidly huge smile and stupidly perfect teeth that Sehun swears reflect light and could possibly blind him if the room wasn’t dim.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Tigers Jaw. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
A/N: For Emma who wanted “sehun and chanyeol are both trainees and sehun learns he’s gonna be in the new sm boysband so sehun and chanyeol try to spend most of the time together” ;;;; I hope you like it bb welcome back!!!! ((princeyeollie made a super cute edit here!!!))

Sehun looks around at the other boys. They all seem to be getting along with each other. They’re all older than him. He fiddles with his thumbs and averts his gaze to the mirrors. He is way too young to be here, some of them scowl. Is he like, five? the others sneer. He frowns down at the floor and wishes he could simply vanish.

Someone puts their hand on his shoulder and Sehun looks up, expecting it to be one of his mentors. But instead, he sees a boy. Another trainee. A lot taller than him, but he still seems young. “I’m Chanyeol,” he says. And Chanyeol has this stupidly huge smile and stupidly perfect teeth that Sehun swears reflect light and could possibly blind him if the room wasn’t dim.

“I’m Sehun.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirteen.” Judging by how tall he is, Sehun has to guess that Chanyeol is at least sixteen.

“I’m fifteen.” Close enough.

Sehun doesn’t know what to say. He knows Chanyeol is trying to be friendly. And he’s grateful, but he’s at a loss for words. Of course. The only person that will probably ever reach out to him and Sehun is coming off as rude.

“Are you shy?” Sehun’s face turns red and he gives a single nod. “Well. Let’s go practice to some music, okay? I think…Super Junior.”

And for the first time all day, Sehun cracks a smile.

-

It becomes a routine. Sehun meets up with Chanyeol at the practice room and then they go train to Super Junior or some American artists Sehun has never heard of. Chanyeol is kind of clumsy, like a young fawn that still doesn’t know how to use its limbs. Sehun tries his hardest and Chanyeol says, “Wow. You’re good.”

Sehun wipes the sweat from his face and flushes, “I’m not that good.”

“You’re better than me.” Sehun shakes his head and Chanyeol lightly pushes his shoulder, “Yes you are! Don’t doubt yourself. Hey…do you like bubble tea?”

“I love bubble tea.”

“Want to go get some?”

“Sure.”

-

“How long have you been training?”

Chanyeol thinks about it for a moment, taking a sip of his drink, “A year or so. It’s…tough sometimes. But I think you’ll be able to do it. You’ll debut.” Chanyeol’s optimism lifts Sehun’s mood.

Hearing that from him means a lot. “You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re really good at dancing.”

Sehun grins, “You’re really good at rapping.”

Chanyeol laughs and blushes, “I’m not…”

“Hey, what did you say to me? Don’t doubt yourself, hyung.”

The corners of Chanyeol’s lips turn up and he says, “You’re right.”

-

Chanyeol’s dorm is across from Sehun’s. When Sehun feels lonely, or when he’s getting picked on by the boys in his dorm, he goes to Chanyeol. This time, he’s just bored. But it’s midnight. Chanyeol’s probably asleep.

He sneaks in anyway, lightly tapping Chanyeol’s shoulder. Chanyeol jumps and looks up at him with wide eyes. “Sehun?”

“Um…I can’t sleep.”

Chanyeol sits up and pats the bed next to him. Sehun sits beside him and puts his head on his shoulder. Chanyeol whispers, “Want to go get some chocolate? The convenience store down the street is open.”

“I don’t have any money.”

“I do. Let’s go.”

And that’s how Sehun ends up eating a chocolate bar with Chanyeol at half past midnight, half a block away from their dorms. They sit next to the fountain and Sehun gets melted chocolate all over his hands. Sehun looks at Chanyeol and Chanyeol reaches over to swipe his thumb over Sehun’s lip, “You had chocolate.”

Sehun laughs, licking his fingers clean and wiping his hands on his pajama pants.

-

After a year, things get more comfortable. Instead of getting picked on, Sehun gets ignored. He prefers that. Chanyeol somehow gets taller and Sehun seems to be stuck. He meets a boy named Jongin. Jongin’s the best dancer Sehun has ever seen and he’s positive Jongin will debut quickly.

Sehun’s still on the fence about whether or not he’ll debut. He knows Chanyeol will. Chanyeol’s a good rapper and his dance is improving. Sehun feels like he’s in a rut.

“You okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, why?”

Chanyeol leans against the mirror, “What’s up?”

“If…when you debut…we’ll still be friends, right?”

Chanyeol brushes his hair from his eyes, “Of course. And when you debut, I’ll support you. We’ll always be there for each other, alright?” Sehun lets out a sigh of relief and nods and Chanyeol throws an arm around his shoulders, “Let’s go get something to eat.”

-

Sehun visits his family during the winter. He spends the holidays with them. He feels stupid for never getting Chanyeol’s phone number. Nevertheless, it’s nice to have time off and see his family. He missed them a lot.

When he gets back to the dorms, he tackles Chanyeol to the floor and Chanyeol instantly gets him in a headlock. Sehun bursts out laughing and tries to get out of his grip. “Hyung!”

Chanyeol gives him a dumb grin and ruffles his hair. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Here, give me your phone number now before I forget.” He pulls out his cellphone and Chanyeol programs his number in. Sehun puts it away and gets up, helping Chanyeol stand.

“Whoa, you got tall.”

Sehun scratches the back of his head, “I did?”

Chanyeol puts his forehead to Sehun’s, “Yeah. You did.”

Sehun plays with a string on Chanyeol’s hoodie, “We should go get some hot chocolate.”

“We should.”

-

Being a trainee is hard and nerve wracking. No one knows when they’re going to debut. If they’re going to debut. Sehun just wishes he knew. He and Chanyeol work from seven in the morning to nine at night and they’re sore all over as they collapse onto the floor of the training room.

Chanyeol pants and dries his sweat off with his shirt, “We’re gonna do it, Sehun-ah. Someday, we’ll debut.”

Sehun drinks his water, “We better debut. I’m not working this hard for nothing.”

Chanyeol pats his back, “That’s the spirit.”

-

When Sehun turns fifteen, his family calls him. But they don’t bother visiting. Sehun lies in bed that night and looks up at the ceiling. Did he ever even tell Chanyeol his birthday? Chanyeol hasn’t said a word about it all day. He glances at the clock, there are two minutes until midnight. He huffs and turns, only to feel the bed dip and be wrapped up in a pair of warm arms. “Chanyeol?”

“Happy birthday.”

Sehun buries his face against Chanyeol’s chest, “Thank you, hyung.”

“Let’s go get some ice cream. I got you a gift.”

They sneak outside and Chanyeol pulls something out of his hoodie, “It’s not much but I hope you like it.”

Sehun unwraps the present and smiles up at him, “When was this taken?” He lightly trails his fingertips over the frame of the picture. It’s from two years ago. They look so young, and Sehun laughs.

“I can’t remember when exactly. But…I remember we had come back from school and our mentor noona was taking pictures of everyone.”

Sehun wraps his arms around him, “Thank you.”

Chanyeol buys him ice cream. As usual, they sit next to the fountain. Sehun places the picture frame next to him, occasionally staring down at it. As Chanyeol finishes up his ice cream, he asks, “Where are you going to put it?”

Sehun swallows the last piece of his ice cream cone, “Under my pillow, probably. I don’t…I don’t want the others to do anything to it. They’d probably break it.” He looks at Chanyeol and Chanyeol is alarmingly close. Neither of them pull away and Chanyeol briefly brushes his lips against Sehun’s.

“You’re my best friend.”

Sehun nods and says, “You’re mine too.”

And that’s when Chanyeol kisses him. Like, actually kisses him. He presses their mouths together and gently places his hand over Sehun’s, intertwining their fingers. Sehun feels his breath catch in his throat. He’s fifteen. He’s fifteen and Chanyeol’s seventeen and Chanyeol’s kissing him. Chanyeol, his best friend. Chanyeol’s kissing him and it’s his first kiss and Sehun feels lightheaded.

Chanyeol pulls away and Sehun finds himself chasing his lips, his touch lingering. Chanyeol simply smiles at him and squeezes his hand. “I—yeah, I just…sorry. Happy birthday.”

Sehun hugs him tightly. “Don’t apologize. Thank you.”

-

Four years. That’s how long he trains until his name is called. “They—they said my name. They said I was going to be in the new group.”

Chanyeol’s eyes get teary and he buries his face in the crook of Sehun’s neck, “I’m so proud of you.” He holds Sehun like he never wants to let him go. “You’ve worked so hard.”

Sehun unintentionally lets out a sob, “It should have been you.”

“Shh. It’s not my time yet.”

“I don’t want to be alone. None of the others are my friends and they’re all friends with each other.” Chanyeol kisses the side of his head and Sehun nuzzles his face against his shirt. “It’s cold.”

“Want to go back to the dorms?”

He shakes his head and curls up to Chanyeol. “They said they’d add more. Maybe you’ll be with me.”

Chanyeol smoothes his hand down Sehun’s back. He thinks to himself, I’m not going to get my hopes up, but he says, “You never know.”

Sehun sighs and his breath hits Chanyeol’s mouth. Sehun kisses him and Chanyeol slides his hands along his sides, keeping him warm. Sehun whispers, “I wish we could debut together. I hope we do.” Chanyeol can’t help but smile, and he brings their lips together again, letting Sehun thread his fingers in his hair.

-

EXO. That’s the name of the new group. It’s going to be twelve boys, split into two groups. One in Korean, one in Mandarin. Chanyeol hardly sees Sehun anymore, since he’s busy practicing for the debut.

The only time they have together is at night, when they both sneak out of the dorms to go get something sweet to eat. Tonight, they sneak out to see a movie at midnight. Chanyeol buys popcorn and soda and chocolate and they’re both not supposed to be consuming such unhealthy foods but they can’t bring themselves to care.

Sehun leans on Chanyeol and the popcorn crunches between his teeth. Occasionally they’ll whisper something to each other about the movie but for the most part, they just watch it and enjoy each other’s company.

When it’s over, Chanyeol looks at his phone, “It’s three. You want to go back now?”

Sehun shakes his head, “Let’s go to the convenience store. I want ice cream.”

Chanyeol laughs, “We’re going to get yelled at if we keep eating like this.”

“No one’s gonna know! Come on, hyung!” He tugs on his wrist and Chanyeol lets himself be dragged along, putting his phone in his back pocket.

-

“How are they treating you?”

Sehun licks ice cream from his lip, “They’re really nice, actually. I’m going to be in the Korean subunit. My leader is Junmyeon. You know him?”

“Yeah, actually. We used to be in the same training group. He’s been here for a really long time. It’s good he’s finally getting to debut.”

Sehun leans over and laps at Chanyeol’s ice cream, “Why do you always get coffee flavored?”

“Why do you always get chocolate?”

Sehun shrugs. “So, there’s this guy named Luhan. And he’s four years older than me. But he looks like me and it’s weird.”

“Luhan…I think I’ve seen him around.” He combs his fingers through Sehun’s hair, tucking it behind his ear. “You said you were going to be in the Korean subunit. Isn’t that obvious?”

Sehun shakes his head, “There are two Koreans in the Chinese subunit. I don’t know why they didn’t just get six Chinese members.” Chanyeol hums and swipes some ice cream onto Sehun’s cheek. Sehun gives him a half-assed glare and goes to wipe it away, but Chanyeol slides his tongue along his face. Sehun snorts and pushes him, cleaning his cheek. “You’re ridiculous,” he says.

“That’s why I’m your best friend.”

Sehun doesn’t protest, just rests his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder and finishes his ice cream.

-

Luhan calls for him, “Sehun-ah! Let’s go get bubble tea!”

Sehun turns around and opens his mouth to speak, and he looks back and forth between Chanyeol and Luhan. “I…I was going to…hang with Chanyeol hyung.”

Chanyeol smiles at him, “You can go if you want. I know how much you like bubble tea. Plus, you can bond with your new group members.”

“But I want to spend time with you.” He says to Luhan, “I can’t go this time. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. What’s your favorite flavor; I’ll bring it to you.”

“Chocolate.” Luhan nods and gets the other group members, heading out.

“You could have gone.”

Sehun glues himself to Chanyeol’s side. “I know. Can we go practice to Super Junior?”

“Yeah.”

-

Chanyeol shouldn’t be here. He should be in his room, asleep. Not in Sehun’s bed, kissing him and sliding his hands under his shirt. If any of Sehun’s roommates wake up, that’s it. They’ll get caught. And they’ll get kicked out of the company.

“Sehun-ah. I should get going. We could get caught.” Sehun looks sleepy anyway.

“Mmh. Okay.” Chanyeol goes to get up and Sehun whispers, “Love you, hyung.”

It takes everything in Chanyeol not to get back under the blanket and just fall asleep next to him. He kisses Sehun’s forehead, “Love you, Sehun-ah.”

-

The bed dips and it takes Chanyeol a few seconds to realize it’s because there’s someone there. He blinks and a soft voice says, “Hey.”

Chanyeol runs his fingertips over Sehun’s hand, “Hey.”

Sehun asks, “Are you too tired to go out?”

“Never too tired for you.” He gets up and slips on his shoes, grabbing a hoodie before tiptoeing out of the building. “What’s up?”

Sehun shrugs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket and kicking at rocks. “Your birthday is coming up soon. You’re gonna be eighteen, huh?”

“Yeah. We should go out to eat or something. I’ll pay.”

“Not on your birthday…I’ll pay for it. You always pay for me.” Chanyeol reaches over and grabs Sehun’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Sehun looks at him and says, “I’ve gotten taller.”

Chanyeol chuckles, “You have.”

“Do you think—do you think we’ll always be friends? And don’t just say yes to make me feel better.”

Chanyeol squeezes his hand, “I think we will. Honestly.” He holds the door open for Sehun as they head into the convenience store. “I’m going to get a different ice cream today.”

Sehun beams at him, “I’ll try a new one, too.”

-

Chanyeol’s palm is sweaty, and it should be embarrassing, but Sehun’s is too, their hands clasped together. “Huang Zitao. Wu Yifan. Park Chanyeol.”

The world stops. Or maybe it’s just Chanyeol’s heart. Sehun is hugging him so tightly and he feels dizzy. He’s frozen in his place and doesn’t realize he’s crying until Sehun pulls away to wipe at his face and smiles. “We’re in this together.” Chanyeol nods and pulls Sehun against him, sobbing against his shoulder and dampening his shirt.

That night, Chanyeol takes Sehun to the fountain and kisses him like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to. Sehun clings to him, sitting on his lap. Chanyeol breathes, “We’re going to debut. We’re going to do it together.”

Sehun shivers from the cold air and Chanyeol takes his jacket off, wrapping it around him. Sehun says, “We did it.” Chanyeol gets teary eyed again and Sehun bring their lips together, sliding his arms around his neck.

-

On Chanyeol’s eighteenth birthday, Sehun gathers up the little amount of money he has and buys Chanyeol a slice of his favorite cake from the bakery. Chanyeol shares it with him, despite Sehun’s protests. He swipes some icing on Sehun’s lip and Sehun licks it off, telling him to quit giving him cake and to finish it himself.

Chanyeol eats, but glances over at Sehun every few seconds. Sehun finally asks, “What?”

He blurts out, “You were my first kiss.”

Sehun laughs, “You were mine too.”

Chanyeol tucks Sehun’s hair behind his ear. “I like it that way.”

“Me too.”

Chanyeol smiles and guides Sehun closer by his chin. Sehun tastes like sugar and chocolate and it’s intoxicating. Chanyeol wants to get lost in him. He never wants to let him go.

-

The other members are friendly. Kim Junmyeon and Wu Yifan are their leaders. Chanyeol is kind of intimidated by Yifan, even though he’d never admit it out loud. Junmyeon is gentle, encouraging them to work harder. Yifan seems kind of cold. Maybe it’s just his face.

Sehun is one of the best dancers in the group, and Chanyeol feels his heart swell every time he sees him practice. Chanyeol raps with Jongin and Zitao. Zitao’s Korean is a little rusty, but he’s in the Chinese subunit anyway.

One of the funniest things, Chanyeol thinks, is when Zitao tried to say hello to Junmyeon and called him Jun-ma-hao instead of Junmyeon hyung. Chanyeol likes his group. They’re all hard working and it’s not hard to keep up with them since they all understand.

Sehun walks up to him, covered in sweat. His shirt is damp and his hair is sticking to his forehead. “Hyung, Jongin said he wants to go out for bubble tea, will you come?”

“Sure, why not.”

-

They move to a new dorm, just with their group. Chanyeol shares a room with Sehun. It’s two or three to each room for now, since they aren’t twelve yet. After that, they’re probably going to be four to a room.

Sehun crawls into Chanyeol’s bed, cuddling up to him. Chanyeol relaxes and wraps his arms around him, kissing the top of his head. Sehun whispers, “I like this better.” Chanyeol makes a noise of agreement, squeezing Sehun.

Sehun nuzzles his face against his jaw and thinks he finally belongs.

-

“Come on you two, get up.”

Sehun sits up, a pout on his face as he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes. He looks at Junmyeon, and then down at Chanyeol. He shakes him, “Hey. Chanyeol hyung. Hyung it’s time to get up.” Junmyeon doesn’t mention the fact they’re in the same bed. He doesn’t even look at them strangely. He just kind of accepts it. Sehun assumes it’s because he knows they’re close.

Chanyeol presses his face to Sehun’s thigh, “A few more minutes.”

Sehun gets out of bed and Junmyeon says, “I’m going to wake up the others. You have to wake up by the time I come back.”

Chanyeol waves him off, “Okay, hyung.”

Junmyeon walks out of the room and Sehun leans over to kiss Chanyeol’s cheek, “I’m going to go brush my teeth.” Chanyeol nods and Sehun leaves, getting to the bathroom before anyone else does.

-

When Sehun is eighteen, Chanyeol is twenty. He thinks it’s weird. They’ve known each other for so long. Sehun doesn’t even realize he’s staring at him until Chanyeol’s cheeks turn pink and he asks, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s just—we’ve grown a lot.”

“Yeah. Is that bad?”

“Not at all.” He comments, “We’re going to start recording the album tomorrow.” After the album they’re going to record teasers. Just to up the hype.

Chanyeol grins, lacing their fingers together, “We did it.”

Sehun throws his legs over his lap. “We’re going to debut together.” After a minute, he says, “Hey, hyung.” Chanyeol hums and Sehun gets up, walking over to his own bed and pulling something out from under his pillow. He puts the frame in Chanyeol’s hands and Chanyeol beams.

“You’ve kept this?”

“Of course. It’s the first present you ever got me.”

Chanyeol tugs him closer and Sehun meets him halfway, sighing against his mouth. Chanyeol slides his hand up the back of Sehun’s neck, resting in his hair. Sehun straddles his hips and Chanyeol slips a hand under his shirt, feeling him quiver. “Sehun-ah.”

Sehun grabs him by the collar, “Hyung.”

And Chanyeol feels his heart race.

-

The last two members get added. Byun Baekhyun and Kim Jongdae. They’re finally twelve.

Their rooming arrangements change. Sehun now shares a room with Chanyeol, Jongdae, and Luhan. Sehun still sleeps in Chanyeol’s bed, wrapped around him. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol become close, and Sehun sometimes has to drag Chanyeol to bed when it starts to get late. He wants to say pay attention to me but he can’t find it in himself to. He doesn’t want to seem selfish. But inside, he is.

So at night, he sticks like glue to Chanyeol. Chanyeol pulls the blanket tight around both of them, their legs tangled together. During the day, Sehun will share him. At night, Chanyeol is his. They have to kiss quietly, keeping their noises to a minimum. They can’t wake up Jongdae or Luhan.

Chanyeol can’t help but smile and Sehun bites his lip, fisting his hands in his shirt. Chanyeol whispers his name to get his attention and Sehun shuts his eyes as Chanyeol presses gentle kisses to his face. “Listen.” Sehun nods and Chanyeol continues, “I love you.”

“I love you too, hyung. Please…please never leave me.”

“I won’t. I’ll be here as long as you want me here.”

-

Their debut isn’t great. But it isn’t bad, either. They establish a solid fan base, and even if they’re not popular outside of them, it’s still something.

Chanyeol hides his jealousy when people start pairing Sehun with Luhan. But Sehun knows, and at night he kisses Chanyeol to remind him to he belongs to. Sehun is almost as tall as him, and they’re two of the tallest members in the group. Sehun’s face hasn’t changed much from when he was a kid, but he’s gotten more attractive. Chanyeol didn’t think it was possible.

“That hair looks good on you, hyung.”

Chanyeol runs his fingers through his newly dyed hair, “You think so?” It’s a lot lighter than he’s used to.

Sehun nods and pulls him down, their lips sliding together. He’s exhausted from the debut stage, but right now he just wants Chanyeol. Sehun breathes, “We did it, hyung.”

“Together,” Chanyeol says.

“Yeah. We did it together.”

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Jonghyun/Taemin:

I'm On Fire
NC-17 - A few words, a couple gestures, and Taemin submits.
Warnings: D/s.

Minho/Taemin:

No Vacancy
NC-17 - 630 words. Taemin likes to let Minho indulge.
Warnings: Crossdressing, rimming.

Sad Eyes
NC-17 - Photographer/Model AU. 3.3k words. It’s a shame how someone so young can be so dead.
Warnings: Self-harm, anorexia, mentions of bulimia.

We've Got Obsessions
NC-17 - 3,400+ words. Minho does not do well with people.
Warnings: Self-harm.

Sehun/Kai:

Melt Your Body
NC-17 - 1.2k. He’s so desperate, Sehun wants to laugh.

Warnings: BDSM, crossdressing, daddy kink, orgasm denial, toys.

Love is Patient
NC-17 - 3.6k. The whole world could be against them, but as long as Jongin has Sehun’s love, everything will be okay.

Warnings: Self-harm, bullying/violence, romanticization of depression/self-harm.

Don’t You Dare Say Goodbye
NC-17 - (Kai/Chanyeol) Wolf!AU. 5.3k. Anyone who has tried to overthrow Kim Jongin has ended up dead.

Warnings: Knotting, violence, gore.

Wings
PG-13 - 1k. He can feel the scars where Jongin’s wings used to be.

You Know Where to Find Me (Sequel to Always Waiting Here)
NC-17 - High school AU. 3.7k+. No one at school questions Sehun.

Warnings: Cross dressing.

It's In My Bones
NC-17 - 811 words. It's different with them.
Warnings: BDSM

Sehun/Luhan:

Fire
NC-17 - Pornstar AU. “Since it’s your first time, we’re putting you with Luhan.”

I See Your Eyes
NC-17 - He tries not to contemplate how much money is leaving his wallet from this
Warnings: Prostitution

Hide Where Love Can Save Us
NC-17 - Luhan is so alive, it’s intoxicating.
Warnings: BDSM, asphyxiation, knife/blood play, orgasm denial

Leave Out All The Rest
PG-13 - He can't bear to look at it, knowing he's dying.

Sehun/Chanyeol:

Going Down With You
NC-17 - 1k. He’s too drunk for this twenty-first century bullshit.

Warnings: Rimming.

Chemicals
NC-17 - 1k. When Sehun awakens and feels hot all over, he knows exactly what’s happening.

Warnings: Knotting, self-lubrication, rimming.

You'll Fall Apart
NC-17 - 1k. If there’s one thing Sehun has learned, it’s to trust Chanyeol.

Warnings: Sounding, rimming.

Threaded Together
PG-13 - 3.3k. Sehun likes that things aren’t new with Chanyeol.

A Rose Grew From The Concrete With A Heartbeat
PG-13 - 2.8k. Sehun is a garden growing inside of him, flowers blooming.

Split Your Seams
NC-17 - 1.5k. Sehun misses feeling Chanyeol’s hot skin under his fingertips.

Play Hard
NC-17 - (Mentions of Kai/Chanyeol) - Girl!Sehun 3k. Oh Sehun is sick of men.

Warnings: Misogyny.

Got 'em Drooling

NC-17 - 1k. Sehun thinks Chanyeol looks best like this.

Warnings: Some d/s, rimming, crossdressing.

Clothes On The Floor
NC-17 - 1.4k. Chanyeol’s headache lessens as he touches him.

Warnings: Daddy kink, BDSM, crossdressing, spanking, orgasm denial.

My Heart Beats to the Rhythm of Your Heart
NC-17 - Stripper!AU. 5.4k. Sehun’s used to the routine.

Warnings: Some violence.

You've Got Me By The Neck
NC-17 - 1k. Chanyeol grabs Sehun by his face, pulling him in and shoving him against the wall.

Warnings: Asphyxiation.

It's Better When I Bleed For You
NC-17 - 3.8k. The world is Sehun’s and Chanyeol’s lucky to be allowed to live in it.

Warnings: Knifeplay, bloodplay, violence

When I’m Not With You, I’m Weaker
PG - 250 words. The truth is hard to swallow sometimes.

Untitled Smut #5
NC-17 - Chanyeol slips his hands under Sehun’s dress, sliding it up.

Warnings: Daddy kink, crossdressing.

Bite Me Gently

NC-17 - Vampire!AU. 8.5k. “You know, the world is full of monsters, and I’m one of them.”

Warnings: Some violence.

Untitled Smut #3
NC-17 - 1k. Sehun drops his bag onto the floor as Chanyeol presses himself up against his back and unbuckles his belt.

Warnings: Dirty talk, orgasm denial.

Feeling This

NC-17 - (Chen/Baekhyun, a bit of Kai/Sehun) College AU. 5k. For some reason, Chanyeol doesn’t think he’ll get an offer better than this.

This Dream Isn’t Feeling Sweet
NC-17 - (Some Kris/Amber, Suho/Sulli, Past!Kris/Suho) 5.7k. Chanyeol’s never really thought about it, but Sehun has been in his life since they were born.

Untitled Smut #2
NC-17 - 827 words. Chanyeol hates how he can’t say no to Sehun.

Warnings: Ice play, bondage.

Untitled Smut
NC-17 - 743 words. Just daddy kink. That is all.

Warnings: Daddy kink, toys, orgasm denial, crossdressing.

You Hold Me Down and You Hold Me Up
PG-13 - (Chen/Lay) 4.3k. Chanyeol doesn’t know what it is that draws him to the pink haired boy in his calculus class.

Warnings: Homophobia (Violence due to homophobia, homophobic slurs)

Just To Heal
NC-17 - 5k. He wonders when they got so broken.

Warnings: Self-harm, romanticization of depression, drug use, mentions of attempted suicide.

Let's Go Where I Can Hear
NC-17 - 1k. Chanyeol regrets sitting next to Sehun the moment he feels a hand on his thigh.

Warnings: (Semi-)public sex.

Going Down For More
NC-17 - 684 words. Chanyeol grabs his hips, thumbs pressing against the tiny ribbons adorning the lace.

Warnings: Crossdressing, intercrural sex

I Mostly Smile
NC-17 - 789 words. Sehun glances over only to see Chanyeol clinging to Yifan.

Waiting for the Sun

PG-13 - Predebut. 3.7k. Chanyeol has this stupidly huge smile and stupidly perfect teeth that Sehun swears reflect light and could possibly blind him if the room wasn’t dim.

I’m Not The Desperate Type
NC-17 - 840~ words. They probably shouldn’t be doing something this risky, but they can’t bring themselves to even care.

Warnings: Crossdressing, spanking.

Make Me Believe That You’re The Same
NC-17 - (Chanyeol/D.O, Sehun/Kai, Sehun/Kris) High school AU. 4k. Oh Sehun is not in love with Park Chanyeol.

Unraveling With Every Word
NC-17 - 3.4k. In Sehun’s opinion, Chanyeol isn’t really high maintenance.

Beauty Needs An Animal To Breathe

NC-17 - Wolf AU. 4.7k. Sehun gets abandoned by his pack. Lone wolf Chanyeol takes him in.

Warnings: Violence, gore, knotting, excessive dialogue (yes that’s a valid warning). Highlight for spoiler temporary character death.

Lead Me Out From Here
NC-17 - Slave!fic. 4.4k words. Sehun was broken long before Chanyeol bought him.

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse.

Lay Down With Me
NC-17 - In which Chanyeol is in heat for the first time.

Warnings: Rimming, intercrural sex.

My Heart Caves In When I Look At You

NC-17 - High school AU. 6k+ words. When you fall in love with someone, you fall in love with the parts of them that no one else gets to see.

Luhan/Chanyeol:

Eyes That Can’t Focus
NC-17 - 600 words. Girl!Luhan. Luhan grabs his arm and whines, “Don’t stop.”

My Heart Points to You
PG-13 - 315 words. Girl!Luhan. Luhan stuffs her face with pizza as they wait for the clock to hit ten.

This Twitch In My Fingers
NC-17 - 1k words. Girl!Luhan. If there’s one thing Luhan hates, it’s seeing Chanyeol stressed.

Warnings: BDSM, toys.

We’re Twisted So Tight
NC-17 - 915 words. Girl!Luhan. She fits in his lap perfectly.

Warnings: Orgasm denial, slight d/s.

Kris/Baekhyun:

Always Waiting Here
NC-17 - Kid!fic. 5.2k. Sleep is hard to come by when one is a single father of a child that doesn’t like to sit still.

Chanyeol/Xiumin:

We’re Only Two
NC-17 - 640 words. Chanyeol drops Minseok at least four times when they’re practicing the new choreography.

Baekhyun/Kai:

Classifieds
NC-17 - Girl!Kai. 1k. He had to say he was going to visit his parents.

Chen/Baekhyun:

Untitled Smut #6
NC-17 - 1k. Honestly, Baekhyun had planned on giving the box to Sehun.

Warnings: Intercrural sex.

Kiss/Explode

NC-17 - (Mentions of Baekhyun/Everyone) 1.9k. Baekhyun will set a new standard that’s impossible to reach.

Warnings: BDSM, toys, spanking.

Make Me Want It

NC-17 - 1.6k. If desperateness had a taste, Jongdae thinks Baekhyun would be it.

Warnings: BDSM, asphyxiation, orgasm denial.

Chanyeol/Kai:

Take Me For All I’m Worth

NC-17 - 4k. He wants Chanyeol in the rawest way possible.

Warnings: Daddy kink (w/ age play), rimming, toys, double penetration, sounding, bondage.

Untitled Smut #4
NC-17 - 1k. Chanyeol locks the door and shoves Jongin against the wall. Kyungsoo can room with someone else tonight.

Warnings: Hair-pulling, asphyxiation, rimming.

Don't Be So Scared
NC-17 - 8k. He’s been training and working hard for the day he has to step up and protect someone. Today seems to be that day.

Warnings: Violence.

Chen/Lay:

Ways That I Could Not Imagine
NC-17 - 1k. Jongdae’s fingers brush Yixing’s neck, a silent promise.

Hoya/Sungjong:

Seal The Deal
NC-17 - 1k. Sungjong can hear Sunggyu laughing in the other room, loud and infectious.

Warnings: D/s, orgasm denial.

Jin/V:

Exposed Against A Page
PG-13 - (Baekhyun/Chanyeol) AU. 4.4k. If he had to do one thing for the rest of his life, Seokjin would film.

K-Pop OT3s:

You Found Your Heart Again
(Chanyeol/Sehun/Kai) - NC-17 - AU. 5.2k. Chanyeol stops, looking to his right and almost being blinded by the bright glowing sign.

Let’s Start A Flame
(Chanyeol/Sehun/Kai) - NC-17 - 1k. Jongin and Sehun are the ones who breathe life back into him when he’s going to drown.

Buttons Loosen
(Taemin/Minho/Kai) - NC-17 - So obviously, he never would have guessed he’d be lying against Minho with Taemin’s hands working his belt loose.

EXO OT12:

Untitled Smut #7
(Sehun/EXO-K) - NC-17 - 2.2k. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since Junmyeon left him here.

Warnings: Bondage, sensory deprivation (blindfold), toys, orgasm denial.

Acting Out Of Love

NC-17 - Wolf AU. 4.2k. At the end of the day, they’re all still a family.

Warnings: Violence, orgasm denial, d/s.

Harry/Louis:

When You’re Around Me (I’m Radioactive)
NC-17 - AU. Harry works at a record store and he has an obsession with memories.

I Can't Control Myself
NC-17 - There's something about Harry that Louis wants to destroy.
Warnings: Bondage, rimming, over-stimulation, slight d/s.

Zayn/Liam:

Your Smoking Tongue
PG-13 - AU. Zayn wants to make beautiful things.

Coloring My Senses
NC-17 - The one where it’s winter and Zayn and Liam are in love. And they have a cat.

Flames On Burning Sheets
NC-17 - Glass shattering, pieces scraping arms and sometimes legs.
Warnings: Violence, graphic imagery, unhealthy relationship.

Peter/Wade:

Clenched Teeth And Fluttering Eyes
NC-17 - The first time Peter sees Wade, really sees him, he doesn't know what to think.

Tough Love
PG-13 - (Steve/Tony) Superfamily AU. In which Peter is dating Wade and Tony thinks he's a bad influence.