on top (of the world);;
sehun/yixing // 1,583 words / pg / romance
warning: grammar errors; mentions of drug use
→ sehun hates this club. a lot.
sehun groans when he sees the sign of the club.
“again?”, he asks.
jongin nods and doesn’t even give him the chance to turn around and leave. he quickly grabs his arm in a tight grip and drags him into the line of waiting people in front of the building. sehun has no chance of escape.
everything gets even worse when he looks around the crowd and spots luhan standing next to the entrance, talking to a group other people. they’re probably his friends, because they’re only talking in chinese and yes, sehun can understand bits and pieces of it, because he started to learn it back then after meeting luhan for the first time at the campus, so he could talk to him or something like that.
it took him a while to get over luhan’s rejection, and it’s still embarrassing to see him, so sehun prefers to avoid him and everything that has something to do with him.
this time he doesn’t look away, though, and watches him and his friends standing there and smoking, but by the way they burst out into laughter, almost falling over each other, he assumes that it’s not a simple and normal cigarette they’re sharing.
or maybe they had too much alcohol before coming here.
or maybe both.
sehun shrugs to himself, not even sure why, but draws his attention away from them. and when they finally get inside the club, jongin immediately disappears from his side without a word and hurries towards the bar.
sehun just shakes his head, because that’s probably what he hates the most about this club. the people here are horrible, the way they dress is horrible, their make-up is horrible too, and they can’t dance to save their lives. but he could live through all of that if his best friend would stay with him, dance with him and have fun with him instead of leaving him alone and clueing himself to one of the bar stools the entire time they’re in here.
but the only reason they even visit this club is at the bar and sehun knows about jongin’s hopeless crush on one of the barkeepers here, no matter how many times the other denies it. it’s useless, because he can see the way he looks at this kinda small, unremarkable guy behind the counter, the one with the soft eyes and gentle smile, the one who’s nice to everyone he talks to and totally doesn’t fit inside this club.
he just spoke to him one time, because usually jongin gets all the drinks for them just to have an opportunity to talk to him, and he doesn’t know his name since all the people who work here have nicknames and he forgot his already again, but sehun’s really annoyed, because can’t jongin just fucking ask him out or something so they can go somewhere else instead of always being here.
his mood drops, because jongin just drags him along so he doesn’t have to go alone into the club, but in the end sehun’s always the one who’s alone and this looks quite sad, yeah, he thinks it’s quite sad, but he steps on the dance floor anyways, because he paid for this, so he’ll dance, even if he has to do it alone.
although it’s not like he has to dance alone, there are so many people who try to dance with him, winking at him with seductive smiles on their lips, pulling him close, but sehun always chooses to ignore them, he’s not interested.
but when the mass of people he’s in shifts, bodies squeezing together uncomfortably, shoving each other and a boy bumps right into his arms, he can’t ignore him.
he looks at the mop of brown hair in front of his face and the other put his hands on sehun’s chest to push himself away a little, to get some space between them so he’s able to look up.
he’s mouthing some words, screaming them against the loud music around them and sehun doesn’t understand a thing, but it’s probably a ‘sorry’, it looks like that at least, so all he does is a small gesture with his hand to show that it’s fine.
and usually he’d just turn away, but he’s kinda taken aback when the other guy flashes him a bright and friendly, dimpled smile and he can’t look away from the soft featured face. the smile turns into a slight, satisfied smirk, then, when the boy starts looking up and down, checking him out and sehun flinches under the stare, a tingling feeling shooting up his spine.
he suddenly grabs sehun’s wrists and tugs him closer, presses their bodies flush together while putting one of his hands on sehun’s hip, the other on his biceps.
“let’s dance”, he yells and starts swaying his hips to the thumping and loud rhythm of the bass under their feet.
sehun does the same after a couple of seconds, placing his hands on the others hips and pulling until there’s no space between them. he still studies his face intently and he’s sure that he knows him, he definitely knows him from somewhere.
the boy starts grinding their bodies together, pushing his hips against sehun’s and sehun responds with doing the same, slowly forgetting to think about from where he knows him and just concentrating on the music and the rhythm, the friction, the heat and the way they move together perfectly.
and sehun’s actually having fun here, in this club, and he never had real fun in here before. It was always boring but the other dances really good and it’s nice.
“what’s your name?”, the boy asks, face close to sehun’s.
“sehun”, he answers, swallowing and trying not to stare at the inviting, plush looking lips, “and you?”
the other leans even closer, pressing his mouth against sehun’s ear and a shudder runs across his entire body. “yixing”, he whispers, breath hot and wet and suddenly everything clicks. sehun remembers who he is; he’s luhan’s best friend.
and he also saw him outside the club before, standing together with him and their other friends.
urrgh.
his first impulse is to push him away, but he doesn’t do that, because yixing is throwing his head to the side, a knowing look on his face and sehun is sure he knows too who he is, the guy that asked his friend out and failed, but he shakes his head a little and shrugs like he doesn’t really care and presses himself close to sehun again with a lazy smile on his lips.
it’s a little awkward until yixing starts moving, dancing again and sehun pushes his thoughts about luhan, and any other thought in general away.
it doesn’t matter.
he presses his face into yixing’s brown hair, smells the faint scent of conditioner and he shudders again, when yixing’s lips are against his neck, gently nipping at the sweaty skin. heat creeps up his entire body again and it’s enough for sehun to want to pull away and crush their lips together.
“you’re cute”, yixing says, sounding amused, his voice near his ear again. “i really don’t understand why luhan said no to you.”
and sehun can’t do or say anything, because yixing already kisses him, hard, and he just groans, because yes, that’s what he wants.
he digs his nails into yixing’s hips as the others hands find their way into his damp hair, fisting and pulling at the pink strands. he moans and yixing uses this to slip his tongue inside sehun’s mouth.
he tastes like cheap vodka and tobacco and weed, but sehun doesn’t care, it’s not a bad taste.
his hands slip under yixing’s tank, tracing circles across his back and yixing breaks their kiss with a happy sigh, a smirk tugging on his red and wet lips.
sehun thinks a moment about asking him for his phone number, because he doesn’t want this to end too fast, but he’s not really confident enough, especially since yixing is luhan’s friend and it’s all still a bit strange.
so he simply closes their distance once more and yixing as well leans up, but before they can press their lips together again, someone puts a hand on yixing’s shoulder and he turns around in sehun’s arms.
a tall guy stands next to them, a frown on his face and sehun immediately recognizes him, because everyone at the campus knows kris wu. how could you not remember him, since he’s a huge, intimidating giant.
he leans down to yixing, whispering something into his ear and for a second a shocked expression rushes over yixing’s face, before he nods and whispers something back to kris.
then, he turns back to sehun, an apologetic glint in his eyes.
oh.
so he has to go.
sehun’s stomach drops and he’s not sure why. he hardly notices how yixing slips his hands into the pockets of his pants, searching for something until he has sehun’s phone between his fingers, tipping something.
sehun just watches him and after a minute he gives the phone back.
and somehow he expects him to just go like that, but yixing smiles at him as he leans up and presses a quick kiss to the corner of sehun’s mouth.
sehun has to smile as well and he waves back at yixing, before he disappears in the crowd with kris and for a moment all he can think is wow, nice.
- - - - - - - - -
- i wanted this to be hot, but suddenly it was kinda fluffy.
- i also think about making this into a verse and maybe write a sequel to it, but i'm not sure yet aahhh.
- the barkeeper is not kyungsoo-- /whispers
warning: grammar errors; mentions of drug use
→ sehun hates this club. a lot.
sehun groans when he sees the sign of the club.
“again?”, he asks.
jongin nods and doesn’t even give him the chance to turn around and leave. he quickly grabs his arm in a tight grip and drags him into the line of waiting people in front of the building. sehun has no chance of escape.
everything gets even worse when he looks around the crowd and spots luhan standing next to the entrance, talking to a group other people. they’re probably his friends, because they’re only talking in chinese and yes, sehun can understand bits and pieces of it, because he started to learn it back then after meeting luhan for the first time at the campus, so he could talk to him or something like that.
it took him a while to get over luhan’s rejection, and it’s still embarrassing to see him, so sehun prefers to avoid him and everything that has something to do with him.
this time he doesn’t look away, though, and watches him and his friends standing there and smoking, but by the way they burst out into laughter, almost falling over each other, he assumes that it’s not a simple and normal cigarette they’re sharing.
or maybe they had too much alcohol before coming here.
or maybe both.
sehun shrugs to himself, not even sure why, but draws his attention away from them. and when they finally get inside the club, jongin immediately disappears from his side without a word and hurries towards the bar.
sehun just shakes his head, because that’s probably what he hates the most about this club. the people here are horrible, the way they dress is horrible, their make-up is horrible too, and they can’t dance to save their lives. but he could live through all of that if his best friend would stay with him, dance with him and have fun with him instead of leaving him alone and clueing himself to one of the bar stools the entire time they’re in here.
but the only reason they even visit this club is at the bar and sehun knows about jongin’s hopeless crush on one of the barkeepers here, no matter how many times the other denies it. it’s useless, because he can see the way he looks at this kinda small, unremarkable guy behind the counter, the one with the soft eyes and gentle smile, the one who’s nice to everyone he talks to and totally doesn’t fit inside this club.
he just spoke to him one time, because usually jongin gets all the drinks for them just to have an opportunity to talk to him, and he doesn’t know his name since all the people who work here have nicknames and he forgot his already again, but sehun’s really annoyed, because can’t jongin just fucking ask him out or something so they can go somewhere else instead of always being here.
his mood drops, because jongin just drags him along so he doesn’t have to go alone into the club, but in the end sehun’s always the one who’s alone and this looks quite sad, yeah, he thinks it’s quite sad, but he steps on the dance floor anyways, because he paid for this, so he’ll dance, even if he has to do it alone.
although it’s not like he has to dance alone, there are so many people who try to dance with him, winking at him with seductive smiles on their lips, pulling him close, but sehun always chooses to ignore them, he’s not interested.
but when the mass of people he’s in shifts, bodies squeezing together uncomfortably, shoving each other and a boy bumps right into his arms, he can’t ignore him.
he looks at the mop of brown hair in front of his face and the other put his hands on sehun’s chest to push himself away a little, to get some space between them so he’s able to look up.
he’s mouthing some words, screaming them against the loud music around them and sehun doesn’t understand a thing, but it’s probably a ‘sorry’, it looks like that at least, so all he does is a small gesture with his hand to show that it’s fine.
and usually he’d just turn away, but he’s kinda taken aback when the other guy flashes him a bright and friendly, dimpled smile and he can’t look away from the soft featured face. the smile turns into a slight, satisfied smirk, then, when the boy starts looking up and down, checking him out and sehun flinches under the stare, a tingling feeling shooting up his spine.
he suddenly grabs sehun’s wrists and tugs him closer, presses their bodies flush together while putting one of his hands on sehun’s hip, the other on his biceps.
“let’s dance”, he yells and starts swaying his hips to the thumping and loud rhythm of the bass under their feet.
sehun does the same after a couple of seconds, placing his hands on the others hips and pulling until there’s no space between them. he still studies his face intently and he’s sure that he knows him, he definitely knows him from somewhere.
the boy starts grinding their bodies together, pushing his hips against sehun’s and sehun responds with doing the same, slowly forgetting to think about from where he knows him and just concentrating on the music and the rhythm, the friction, the heat and the way they move together perfectly.
and sehun’s actually having fun here, in this club, and he never had real fun in here before. It was always boring but the other dances really good and it’s nice.
“what’s your name?”, the boy asks, face close to sehun’s.
“sehun”, he answers, swallowing and trying not to stare at the inviting, plush looking lips, “and you?”
the other leans even closer, pressing his mouth against sehun’s ear and a shudder runs across his entire body. “yixing”, he whispers, breath hot and wet and suddenly everything clicks. sehun remembers who he is; he’s luhan’s best friend.
and he also saw him outside the club before, standing together with him and their other friends.
urrgh.
his first impulse is to push him away, but he doesn’t do that, because yixing is throwing his head to the side, a knowing look on his face and sehun is sure he knows too who he is, the guy that asked his friend out and failed, but he shakes his head a little and shrugs like he doesn’t really care and presses himself close to sehun again with a lazy smile on his lips.
it’s a little awkward until yixing starts moving, dancing again and sehun pushes his thoughts about luhan, and any other thought in general away.
it doesn’t matter.
he presses his face into yixing’s brown hair, smells the faint scent of conditioner and he shudders again, when yixing’s lips are against his neck, gently nipping at the sweaty skin. heat creeps up his entire body again and it’s enough for sehun to want to pull away and crush their lips together.
“you’re cute”, yixing says, sounding amused, his voice near his ear again. “i really don’t understand why luhan said no to you.”
and sehun can’t do or say anything, because yixing already kisses him, hard, and he just groans, because yes, that’s what he wants.
he digs his nails into yixing’s hips as the others hands find their way into his damp hair, fisting and pulling at the pink strands. he moans and yixing uses this to slip his tongue inside sehun’s mouth.
he tastes like cheap vodka and tobacco and weed, but sehun doesn’t care, it’s not a bad taste.
his hands slip under yixing’s tank, tracing circles across his back and yixing breaks their kiss with a happy sigh, a smirk tugging on his red and wet lips.
sehun thinks a moment about asking him for his phone number, because he doesn’t want this to end too fast, but he’s not really confident enough, especially since yixing is luhan’s friend and it’s all still a bit strange.
so he simply closes their distance once more and yixing as well leans up, but before they can press their lips together again, someone puts a hand on yixing’s shoulder and he turns around in sehun’s arms.
a tall guy stands next to them, a frown on his face and sehun immediately recognizes him, because everyone at the campus knows kris wu. how could you not remember him, since he’s a huge, intimidating giant.
he leans down to yixing, whispering something into his ear and for a second a shocked expression rushes over yixing’s face, before he nods and whispers something back to kris.
then, he turns back to sehun, an apologetic glint in his eyes.
oh.
so he has to go.
sehun’s stomach drops and he’s not sure why. he hardly notices how yixing slips his hands into the pockets of his pants, searching for something until he has sehun’s phone between his fingers, tipping something.
sehun just watches him and after a minute he gives the phone back.
and somehow he expects him to just go like that, but yixing smiles at him as he leans up and presses a quick kiss to the corner of sehun’s mouth.
sehun has to smile as well and he waves back at yixing, before he disappears in the crowd with kris and for a moment all he can think is wow, nice.
- - - - - - - - -
- i wanted this to be hot, but suddenly it was kinda fluffy.
- i also think about making this into a verse and maybe write a sequel to it, but i'm not sure yet aahhh.
- the barkeeper is not kyungsoo-- /whispers