drabbles;;
memento mori;;
chanyeol/sehun (slight!jongin/sehun) // 1,030 words / r / angst; romance
warning: grammar errors; character death
→ sehun wants a future with chanyeol, not with jongin.
a/n: yeah, click.
an arm suddenly wraps itself around sehun’s waist, but his mouth already gets covered by a hand before a startled yelp can even slip past his lips.
“it’s just me.”
sehun sighs in relief and closes his eyes, lets himself fall back into the embrace for a moment as the tension leaves his body again. he turns around in the others hold and leans up, presses their lips together softly.
"i’ve found a safe way out. we can finally leave”, chanyeol whispers and sehun can see how he tries to suppress one of his wide, happy smiles.
really?
he parts his lips to ask, but the other quickly lifts his index finger up to his lips to tell him not to speak, not to be too loud so no one hears them. they’d be in trouble if one of the maids would catch them together in sehun’s chambers that early in the morning, before sunrise.
“meet me in the backyard after everyone went to bed. i’ll wait there for you.”
there’s noise outside and it seems like the attendants are slowly getting up and ready to do their chores. chanyeol releases him and pecks him on the cheek, before turning around to get out unnoticed.
but sehun quickly grabs his wrist. “how?”
“luhan”, chanyeol just says and smiles as he quietly slips out of the room.
sehun feels restless and jittery for the entire day and he can’t concentrate on one single lesson, causing everyone to worry and ask him if he’s okay or not feeling well.
he’s worried as well; about the whole thing, but at the same time he feels delighted and excited, at the same time he can’t wait for the night to come. they can finally leave, let this all behind them and sehun doesn’t mind running away for the rest of his life if he can spend this time together with chanyeol.
but nevertheless he also feels kind of guilty, especially towards jongin, because sehun likes him, really, he likes him a lot and jongin is a nice company and comfortable to be around, but not the one that stole his heart the very first moment. he can’t marry him just like that; he doesn’t want to marry him, because the first time he saw jongin’s valet chanyeol when they arrived at the estate he knew he wanted to be with him and not with his master in this arranged marriage.
so, running away is their only option.
and chanyeol’s voice still rings in his head, deep and gentle.
we can finally leave.
sehun doesn’t leave his chambers at first - although chanyeol’s probably already waiting for him outside - because he’s scared that maybe someone, a maid, is still awake and will see and stop him. so he leaves much later than he’s supposed to and he hurries down the hallway as quiet as possible, trying not to make too much noise.
his heart beats unhealthily fast in his chest and he feels sick like he’s going to throw up the next moment, his stomach keeps twisting into knots because he’s so nervous.
chanyeol’s not there when sehun reaches the garden and he spins around in slow circles to look for him in the dark, but it’s useless, he can hardly see anything because he doesn’t have a candle with him.
but maybe he’s in the back at the small gate for the attendants.
the garden is quite big and sehun’s eyes adjust to the dark easily during his walk. he can see the shapes of the trees, the walls surrounding the estate and also the gate. someone is standing in front of it.
sehun carefully steps closer.
“chanyeol?”, he whispers.
no answer.
“chanye-“
“so you too, sehun? this kind of hurts.”
this voice-
“jongin?”
lanterns get lit and at first the sudden light is uncomfortable and hurts, causing sehun to cover his face with his arm. when he looks up again guardians are surrounding them with drawn swords.
his eyes wander from them back to jongin.
he’s confused and just wants to ask what’s going on, how they know, but something else catches his attention; chanyeol lying on the ground in front of jongin, unmoving.
the grass is covered in red blotches, no, there’s red everywhere.
sehun’s eyes go wide, he panics. but before he can ran over to him, before he can even move, guardians are already gripping his arms, forcing him down on his knees.
“i didn’t want to believe it at first”, jongin says and steps over chanyeol, “that you two betrayed me. my closest friends.”
sehun doesn’t even notice him.
his eyes are glued to the body on the ground and silent tears stream down his cheeks when he realizes that it’s probably too late, that chanyeol’s probably not breathing anymore. they failed and he can’t understand why, because chanyeol would have never been so careless to let anyone get them.
“i tried everything to win your heart, to make this marriage easier for both of us. but the entire time you were just fooling around with my valet?”
jongin stops right in front of him and sehun finally tears his gaze away from chanyeol, looks up to him. he doesn’t even look hurt, just angry, furious.
“even trying to run off”, he clicks his tongue.
sehun opens his mouth to say something, anything when jongin draws his sword, but every word dies in his throat and he can’t speak. he’s scared and his body starts to shake from the fear running up and down his spine.
he doesn’t want it to end this way.
all he wanted was a life with the person he loves dearly, with chanyeol.
“master jongin!” sehun looks behind jongin to see luhan standing there, eyes wide and red, fear and horror written all over his pale face. oh, so that’s the reason. “you said you wouldn’t do anyth-“
“shh!” jongin makes an annoyed move with his arm to silence the other.
sehun looks back from luhan to jongin who slowly raises his sword and he swallows hard, his throat goes dry.
“it’s too bad. i really liked you sehun.”
guitar boy;;
chanyeol/sehun // 863 words / g / fluff
warning: grammar errors
→ watching the guitar boy in front of the subway station becomes sehun's favorite activity.
a/n: clickity click, bc the soundtrack is so nice.
every week.
same day, same time, same place.
he’s there every friday evening between eight and nine o’clock next to the stairs to the subway station. he’s always sitting there on the uncomfortable floor with his guitar on his lap and the guitar case in front of him in case some people feel nice enough to spare him some coins.
sehun doesn’t notice him immediately, because the first thing he usually does after leaving work is putting his earplugs in and shutting the entire world out while trying to get back home as fast as possible. he doesn’t even know why he doesn’t do it this one time, but he’s glad because guitar boy’s music is wonderful.
really, it’s absolutely beautiful.
the way he strums the strings of his guitar is perfect and sehun can see how much he practices. his voice is low and deep when he says thank you to the people that give him some money and it’s the same when he sings, but it doesn’t sound bad, it sounds really good this way even if he sings higher notes, it always sounds nice. sometimes guitar boy makes mistakes and fucks up the chord or sings off key, but it doesn’t make his small performances any less perfect, because when sehun watches him he can see, hear, feel how much he loves doing this; sitting there on the dirty ground with his ripped jeans and big hoodie, with this guitar full of random stickers on it.
when sehun looks at the guitar boy he’s stunned, because he sees himself there, back then when he used to have the same passion about dancing.
at first he doesn’t watch for long, just stands still for a moment to listen and then continues his way back to his apartment, but from week to week he stays longer, listens longer. he always stays until guitar boy finishes and grabs his stuff, but before he leaves he always gives him some money, in fact a lot of money, but he really deserves it.
sehun doesn’t live a bad life, it’s just that he made his hobby into his job and now everything is kind of boring, he lost his passion for a lot of things over the years. so somehow seeing the guitar boy at the end of the week becomes the thing he looks forward to the most.
it’s the thing that lets him live through a week of exhausting work, of losing dance battles against jongin, of dealing with too many people that are just not made for dancing.
and every friday when sehun leaves the dance studio after locking up, because it’s his turn to close the studio on this day, he tells himself that yeah it’s the day, that he’s finally going to speak to the guitar boy and if it’s just telling him how good and talented he is at this.
this week though he’s late, because they had to perfect their choreography for an upcoming event, so he runs all the way to the subway station, hoping that guitar boy is still there. but a quick look at his phone tells him that he’s already half an hour too late.
he stops right in front of the station, totally out of breath and supports his weight with his arms on his thighs.
however and much to is astonishment, guitar boy is still there, playing his guitar and singing, even though he never stayed longer than an hour before.
sehun watches him, still slightly out of breath and the guitar boy looks up, looks right at him and smiles and sehun’s stomach flops around and does backflips in his body.
he finishes his song a minute later and this time he gets up for real and starts to put his stuff away.
sehun is a bit sad, but at the same time he’s glad that he still got to hear him a bit.
“i love you”, sehun says while he’s dropping some coins into the guitar case.
the guitar boy looks up at him, eyes widen with amusement and sehun realizes what he said and his cheeks flush a deep red. “y-your singing. i mean i love your singing”, he says hastily, waving his hands around and willing himself to calm down. “you’re really talented.”
the other smiles at him and sehun’s stomach does funny things again.
“thank you.”
sehun doesn’t know what to say, so he awkwardly looks away and watches the people around them.
“i’m glad you still came to watch me”, the guitar boy says then, “i was kinda… uh, worried when you weren’t there, so i played a bit longer.”
sehun immediately looks back at him. “what?”
guitar boy just laughs and rubs his neck, looking a bit embarrassed about his words.
“you’re always there when i play and you look so happy while listening, so-“, he starts to explain, but stops himself and holds out his hand. “my name’s chanyeol.”
for a moment he just looks at the hand, then at the boy’s, no, chanyeol’s face, then back at the hand, before he takes it with a smile tugging at his lips.
“i’m sehun.”
- - - - - - - - -
- hi, it's really late and i'm really tired so i'll look for typos after getting up.
- i'm fighting my writer's block with forcing myself to write. that's also the reason why i dislike everything i write even more than usual.
- but i tried.
- this is for zeropercent bc she's the chanhun goddess and my senpai and i look up to her a lot and want to make her smile \*3*/.
chanyeol/sehun (slight!jongin/sehun) // 1,030 words / r / angst; romance
warning: grammar errors; character death
→ sehun wants a future with chanyeol, not with jongin.
a/n: yeah, click.
an arm suddenly wraps itself around sehun’s waist, but his mouth already gets covered by a hand before a startled yelp can even slip past his lips.
“it’s just me.”
sehun sighs in relief and closes his eyes, lets himself fall back into the embrace for a moment as the tension leaves his body again. he turns around in the others hold and leans up, presses their lips together softly.
"i’ve found a safe way out. we can finally leave”, chanyeol whispers and sehun can see how he tries to suppress one of his wide, happy smiles.
really?
he parts his lips to ask, but the other quickly lifts his index finger up to his lips to tell him not to speak, not to be too loud so no one hears them. they’d be in trouble if one of the maids would catch them together in sehun’s chambers that early in the morning, before sunrise.
“meet me in the backyard after everyone went to bed. i’ll wait there for you.”
there’s noise outside and it seems like the attendants are slowly getting up and ready to do their chores. chanyeol releases him and pecks him on the cheek, before turning around to get out unnoticed.
but sehun quickly grabs his wrist. “how?”
“luhan”, chanyeol just says and smiles as he quietly slips out of the room.
sehun feels restless and jittery for the entire day and he can’t concentrate on one single lesson, causing everyone to worry and ask him if he’s okay or not feeling well.
he’s worried as well; about the whole thing, but at the same time he feels delighted and excited, at the same time he can’t wait for the night to come. they can finally leave, let this all behind them and sehun doesn’t mind running away for the rest of his life if he can spend this time together with chanyeol.
but nevertheless he also feels kind of guilty, especially towards jongin, because sehun likes him, really, he likes him a lot and jongin is a nice company and comfortable to be around, but not the one that stole his heart the very first moment. he can’t marry him just like that; he doesn’t want to marry him, because the first time he saw jongin’s valet chanyeol when they arrived at the estate he knew he wanted to be with him and not with his master in this arranged marriage.
so, running away is their only option.
and chanyeol’s voice still rings in his head, deep and gentle.
we can finally leave.
sehun doesn’t leave his chambers at first - although chanyeol’s probably already waiting for him outside - because he’s scared that maybe someone, a maid, is still awake and will see and stop him. so he leaves much later than he’s supposed to and he hurries down the hallway as quiet as possible, trying not to make too much noise.
his heart beats unhealthily fast in his chest and he feels sick like he’s going to throw up the next moment, his stomach keeps twisting into knots because he’s so nervous.
chanyeol’s not there when sehun reaches the garden and he spins around in slow circles to look for him in the dark, but it’s useless, he can hardly see anything because he doesn’t have a candle with him.
but maybe he’s in the back at the small gate for the attendants.
the garden is quite big and sehun’s eyes adjust to the dark easily during his walk. he can see the shapes of the trees, the walls surrounding the estate and also the gate. someone is standing in front of it.
sehun carefully steps closer.
“chanyeol?”, he whispers.
no answer.
“chanye-“
“so you too, sehun? this kind of hurts.”
this voice-
“jongin?”
lanterns get lit and at first the sudden light is uncomfortable and hurts, causing sehun to cover his face with his arm. when he looks up again guardians are surrounding them with drawn swords.
his eyes wander from them back to jongin.
he’s confused and just wants to ask what’s going on, how they know, but something else catches his attention; chanyeol lying on the ground in front of jongin, unmoving.
the grass is covered in red blotches, no, there’s red everywhere.
sehun’s eyes go wide, he panics. but before he can ran over to him, before he can even move, guardians are already gripping his arms, forcing him down on his knees.
“i didn’t want to believe it at first”, jongin says and steps over chanyeol, “that you two betrayed me. my closest friends.”
sehun doesn’t even notice him.
his eyes are glued to the body on the ground and silent tears stream down his cheeks when he realizes that it’s probably too late, that chanyeol’s probably not breathing anymore. they failed and he can’t understand why, because chanyeol would have never been so careless to let anyone get them.
“i tried everything to win your heart, to make this marriage easier for both of us. but the entire time you were just fooling around with my valet?”
jongin stops right in front of him and sehun finally tears his gaze away from chanyeol, looks up to him. he doesn’t even look hurt, just angry, furious.
“even trying to run off”, he clicks his tongue.
sehun opens his mouth to say something, anything when jongin draws his sword, but every word dies in his throat and he can’t speak. he’s scared and his body starts to shake from the fear running up and down his spine.
he doesn’t want it to end this way.
all he wanted was a life with the person he loves dearly, with chanyeol.
“master jongin!” sehun looks behind jongin to see luhan standing there, eyes wide and red, fear and horror written all over his pale face. oh, so that’s the reason. “you said you wouldn’t do anyth-“
“shh!” jongin makes an annoyed move with his arm to silence the other.
sehun looks back from luhan to jongin who slowly raises his sword and he swallows hard, his throat goes dry.
“it’s too bad. i really liked you sehun.”
guitar boy;;
chanyeol/sehun // 863 words / g / fluff
warning: grammar errors
→ watching the guitar boy in front of the subway station becomes sehun's favorite activity.
a/n: clickity click, bc the soundtrack is so nice.
every week.
same day, same time, same place.
he’s there every friday evening between eight and nine o’clock next to the stairs to the subway station. he’s always sitting there on the uncomfortable floor with his guitar on his lap and the guitar case in front of him in case some people feel nice enough to spare him some coins.
sehun doesn’t notice him immediately, because the first thing he usually does after leaving work is putting his earplugs in and shutting the entire world out while trying to get back home as fast as possible. he doesn’t even know why he doesn’t do it this one time, but he’s glad because guitar boy’s music is wonderful.
really, it’s absolutely beautiful.
the way he strums the strings of his guitar is perfect and sehun can see how much he practices. his voice is low and deep when he says thank you to the people that give him some money and it’s the same when he sings, but it doesn’t sound bad, it sounds really good this way even if he sings higher notes, it always sounds nice. sometimes guitar boy makes mistakes and fucks up the chord or sings off key, but it doesn’t make his small performances any less perfect, because when sehun watches him he can see, hear, feel how much he loves doing this; sitting there on the dirty ground with his ripped jeans and big hoodie, with this guitar full of random stickers on it.
when sehun looks at the guitar boy he’s stunned, because he sees himself there, back then when he used to have the same passion about dancing.
at first he doesn’t watch for long, just stands still for a moment to listen and then continues his way back to his apartment, but from week to week he stays longer, listens longer. he always stays until guitar boy finishes and grabs his stuff, but before he leaves he always gives him some money, in fact a lot of money, but he really deserves it.
sehun doesn’t live a bad life, it’s just that he made his hobby into his job and now everything is kind of boring, he lost his passion for a lot of things over the years. so somehow seeing the guitar boy at the end of the week becomes the thing he looks forward to the most.
it’s the thing that lets him live through a week of exhausting work, of losing dance battles against jongin, of dealing with too many people that are just not made for dancing.
and every friday when sehun leaves the dance studio after locking up, because it’s his turn to close the studio on this day, he tells himself that yeah it’s the day, that he’s finally going to speak to the guitar boy and if it’s just telling him how good and talented he is at this.
this week though he’s late, because they had to perfect their choreography for an upcoming event, so he runs all the way to the subway station, hoping that guitar boy is still there. but a quick look at his phone tells him that he’s already half an hour too late.
he stops right in front of the station, totally out of breath and supports his weight with his arms on his thighs.
however and much to is astonishment, guitar boy is still there, playing his guitar and singing, even though he never stayed longer than an hour before.
sehun watches him, still slightly out of breath and the guitar boy looks up, looks right at him and smiles and sehun’s stomach flops around and does backflips in his body.
he finishes his song a minute later and this time he gets up for real and starts to put his stuff away.
sehun is a bit sad, but at the same time he’s glad that he still got to hear him a bit.
“i love you”, sehun says while he’s dropping some coins into the guitar case.
the guitar boy looks up at him, eyes widen with amusement and sehun realizes what he said and his cheeks flush a deep red. “y-your singing. i mean i love your singing”, he says hastily, waving his hands around and willing himself to calm down. “you’re really talented.”
the other smiles at him and sehun’s stomach does funny things again.
“thank you.”
sehun doesn’t know what to say, so he awkwardly looks away and watches the people around them.
“i’m glad you still came to watch me”, the guitar boy says then, “i was kinda… uh, worried when you weren’t there, so i played a bit longer.”
sehun immediately looks back at him. “what?”
guitar boy just laughs and rubs his neck, looking a bit embarrassed about his words.
“you’re always there when i play and you look so happy while listening, so-“, he starts to explain, but stops himself and holds out his hand. “my name’s chanyeol.”
for a moment he just looks at the hand, then at the boy’s, no, chanyeol’s face, then back at the hand, before he takes it with a smile tugging at his lips.
“i’m sehun.”
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- hi, it's really late and i'm really tired so i'll look for typos after getting up.
- i'm fighting my writer's block with forcing myself to write. that's also the reason why i dislike everything i write even more than usual.
- but i tried.
- this is for zeropercent bc she's the chanhun goddess and my senpai and i look up to her a lot and want to make her smile \*3*/.