Let Myself Fall [1/1]
Title: Let Myself Fall [1/1]
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: LayHun
Warning: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: Sehun met the guy of his dreams on his way back home.
Extra Warning: Top!Sehun. Don’t like don’t read. Please, no translations allowed!
Sehun wasn’t supposed to take the train that day.
He was supposed to take the bus home with Jongin, his best friend. It had been his daily habit of going home together for the last few years. But when Kyungsoo-whom Jongin had been crushing hopelessly for almost three months-showed up just before they got into the bus, Sehun changed his mind. All his friend needed was a chance, and Sehun willingly gave it to him.
Talk to him, Sehun mouthed eagerly as he pointed at Kyungsoo, and Jongin looked like he was about to jump off of the bus if the door hadn’t closed. Giggling, Sehun flashed a thumb up as the bus drove away, hoping that Jongin would overcome his fear and at least established a decent conversation with Kyungsoo. His best friend deserved it. It had been too long, and he didn’t think he would stand to listen to Jongin’s hopeless whining for another day.
Two high-school girls stared at him just as he got on the train, but then Sehun put on his earphones while he gazed outside, too lazy to communicate with anyone. Within minutes, he soon arrived at his station and stepped outside the train. His concentration broke apart when all of a sudden, someone bumped into him quite roughly. Sehun was okay, but the other male almost lost his balance and Sehun hastily grabbed his arm to prevent him from falling.
The male had a brown hair, and it somehow suit his skin color. He bowed his head deeply at Sehun while apologizing, before dashing to get on the train just in time. The door slid close, and his MCM backpack was the only thing Sehun was able to stare at as the train started moving.
Sehun didn’t realize that he had been holding his breath.
***
“You are a traitor.”
Jongin did his best to sound like he was angry, but Sehun could tell from the former’s expression that he wasn’t.
Sehun lazily propped an arm on the table and put on an impish grin. “You talked to him, didn’t you?”
Jongin grinned. “You are a savior.”
Sehun rolled his eyes with a snort when Jongin squealed like a fanboy. Well, he was Kyungsoo’s fanboy, after all. “Yeah, yeah, I want you to treat me bubble tea non-stop every day for two weeks.” He grinned with amusement at Jongin’s faltered expression. “Okay, one week then.”
“You meanie.”
“But you just said I am your savior. So what, you got his number or something?”
Jongin sighed dreamily. “Better. I didn’t know what has gotten into me, but I asked him for lunch this weekend and he said yes.”
“I took the train for a day and then everything went that well?” Sehun faked a hurtful look with a hand clutching his chest. “Yehet! In that case, I should stop hanging around with you.”
“What? No, no, no! What are you talking about? Kyungsoo even asked about you, you know. He asked me why you weren’t around yesterday.”
Jongin got a wave of hand as a reply and he frowned at Sehun. “Just tell him I’m giving you some private time.”
“Sehun...are you mad at me?”
Sehun frowned back. “Why would I be...?”
“I don’t know? It’s just that you suddenly want to take the train home? We’ve been going home together by bus for years now, Sehun. And just because I’m talking to Kyungsoo now, doesn’t mean that it will change.”
“Jongin, please, I won’t be angry over such a simple thing. You’re right, Kyungsoo won’t get in our way, because you’re still my best friend and nothing’s going to change that. But really, you’ve been wanting to talk to Kyungsoo and I just feel bad to be in the way. When the time is right, I will hang out with you again. Do you understand?”
Jongin was about to protest, but then he seemed to ponder Sehun’s words and fell silent.
“Just until Kyungsoo understands that your feelings for him are true.”
“Fine,” Jongin sighed in defeat, holding his hands up. “I get it. Just until then, okay?”
“Yup. In the meantime, I’ll be taking the train home.”
Sehun couldn’t tell Jongin that he wanted to take the train, because he wanted to see a certain someone once again.
***
Sehun waited patiently at the same time, same place where the male bumped into him.
But there was no sign of the brown-haired male.
Sehun sighed in disappointment. It was already late, and his brother would snap if he came home late for dinner. He decided that he would look for him tomorrow. Sehun dragged a hand down his face. He realized that what he did was a bit impossible, because the male could take the train from the other station. Just because he took it from this station a few days ago didn’t mean he would again.
Well, Sehun thought bitterly to himself as he stepped into the train. Jongin needed almost a month to memorize Kyungsoo’s schedule and he had to wait for three months before having the opportunity to talk to him. So I should be just fine. He huffed in irritation. What the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t as patient as Jongin.
The blond-haired male was about to put on his earphones when he glanced around. He was standing by the door, despite the fact that there were several vacant seats. Or should he just sit... Sehun was still thinking of the possibility when the view of MCM backpack caught his eyes. A small smile graced upon his lips, because it was the very same bag which the male used the other day.
Wait.
Sehun shifted his eyes up to the owner, and his heart almost came to a stop when he realized it was the male he had been looking for.
The brown-haired male had his backpack placed on his lap. He was sitting with his legs crossed at the ankle. The male had his earphones on, and he was staring at his phone solemnly.
Sehun’s heartbeat quickened.
How...? He tried to point out a logical reason of how the male got there-duh, it really wasn’t the time to think about that-just walk to him and ask for his name, dammit.
It was probably his chance.
No, he wasn’t going to be patient like Jongin and wait for three months. No, he wasn’t.
Sehun’s hands were cold and he pressed his palms on the fabric of his jeans. They were just a few steps away, and Sehun was determined to walk to him once the train stopped. Yeah, because it was a bit dangerous to walk while the train was still moving. Once the train stopped...just a bit more...
It was only two minutes, two and a half minutes to be exact, but it felt like forever. Sehun’s heart was thumping so fast against his ribcage that it hurt. He briefly wondered if this was the same feeling Jongin had whenever Kyungsoo was around.
The train slowly came to a stop, and Sehun readied himself to walk over...
...only to find out that the male lifted up his chin and gasped abruptly.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, because it was as if Sehun’s feet were transfixed onto the ground. He was unable to move, only able to witness how the brown-haired male quickly got up from his seat and dashed outside right before the door closing.
Sehun forgot the possibility that the male might got off at the next stop.
***
Jongin blinked. “You...what?”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“’I met the guy on my dreams on my way home?’”
Sehun’s eyes were sparkling with emotions as he nodded.
“...are you watching another sappy drama?” Jongin lazily sent Sehun a sideways glance. “Because seriously, that title is too lame-“
“It’s not a drama,” Sehun retorted in dismay and flicked his friend’s arm. “It’s exactly what happened, Jongin-ah.”
Jongin rubbed his poor arm with a hurtful look. “How did you even know if he’s the man of your dreams?”
“...I just knew.”
“What if he’s straight and he’s married and he has two daughters and a cat and a dog?”
“He’s still too young to be married,” Sehun stubbornly replied, but there was a tinge of fear at the thought. “I checked his fingers though, and there was no wedding band.”
Jongin looked hesitant. “Then I guess...it’s okay? Do you want me to go with you next time?”
“No,” Sehun shook his head. “No, it’s alright. I’ll be okay by my own. I just think I need to tell you the reason why I won’t be taking the bus at the moment.”
“But I really won’t mind if you keep on taking the bus. And Kyungsoo said so himself.”
“Yes, I understand, but you guys need to know that I’m not avoiding you two. This is...different. I feel like I understand what you had for Kyungsoo for the past few months.”
Jongin deadpanned. “And what is it...?”
“That I’m a horrible stalker.”
Sehun managed to avoid Jongin’s playful punch and he laughed earnestly.
I feel like falling.
***
Sehun waited patiently for the brown-haired male. Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes almost turned to hours.
He didn’t show up, even until Zitao called him and scolded him to get his ass back home or else he would’ve yehet all of his collections.
Sehun pouted.
***
Days flew by in a breeze.
Sehun waited and waited, and oh he didn’t think he would ever be this patient for a stranger. But he did, and he didn’t mind, so there was really nothing to be protested for.
However, Sehun was a mere human, and he was starting to feel helpless after a week. It was kind of tiring to wait without certainty, especially in the train station. He didn’t know when the male was going to take the train, he didn’t know where the male studied, heck, he didn’t even know the male’s name.
Just when he was about to give up, hope bloomed back within him because just as Sehun jumped into the train, he saw a familiar MCM backpack a few doors away.
Sehun made sure it was the same male.
It made him so happy that the most normal thing to do was to break into a dumb grin and dance. But the view of the male laughing on the phone just ruined everything. Sehun grimaced darkly to himself, wondering who made him so happy like that. Was it a boyfriend? A girlfriend? The brown-haired male laughed again, and this time Sehun noticed the dimples on his cheeks.
Beautiful.
Sehun thought of walking over right away, but it would be just rude because the other male was talking on the phone.
The train started moving, and Sehun felt a bit helpless, wanting for the beautiful male to look at him.
Even for a minute.
If it was even too much to ask, even five seconds were okay.
Or simply a glance.
Sehun flinched when the voice above him informed that the train was stopping at the next station, and he grew slightly scared. The fair-skinned male he had his eyes on was glancing at the electronic map above his head, but did nothing to scoot over. Which meant that it wasn’t his station yet. Sehun unconsciously let out a relieved breath, but then it soon morphed into worry because the male didn’t seem like he was going to stop talking on the phone.
Please.
Dammit.
Notice me.
The train came to another stop and Sehun almost pulled his hair in frustration because he hadn’t even stopped talking. But the male hadn’t got off, which meant that it wasn’t his station yet. Hopefully. Because the last time, the male almost forgot where he was supposed to get off. Well, if that ever happened, Sehun could just follow him out.
Sehun waited patiently, but his patience was running thin when he realized the male wouldn’t detach his ear off of the cellphone. They were coming close to another stop and Sehun gritted his teeth in determination.
That’s it. It’s now or never.
Wordlessly, the blond-haired male shuffled to where the object of his affection was standing, ignoring the sounds of protest he earned from the people he accidentally bumped into, and deliberately snatching the phone away.
It was then Sehun realized that the male was speaking in Chinese.
Shit, was the first thing that occurred in his mind, because he hated those Chinese characters and suddenly he regretted not taking everything seriously in his Mandarin class. But when the male reacted in Korean, Sehun unconsciously felt glad.
“What-“
“Your station.”
The male looked taken aback at the remark and his black orbs were filled with confusion. “Excuse me...?”
“Your station,” Sehun repeated sternly. “Where?”
The male batted his eyelashes too many times before hesitantly glancing up at the map and at the same time chewing on his lower lip. “Two more stations...”
“Good,” Sehun nodded. Good? Is that it? Then what? Hand him his phone back and go back to where you stand before? Sehun mentally berated himself at the thought. The Chinese male continued to look at him in confusion and Sehun cleared his throat. “By the way, I’m Oh Sehun.”
The male tilted his head cutely to one side with a finger tapped on his chin. “Hi. I’m...Zhang Yixing?”
Sehun only nodded in response. He actually wanted to kneel and cry grateful words, but he needed to stay calm or else Yixing would probably freak out. Or should Sehun just tell him that his name was the nicest Chinese name he had ever known?
“Yixing...ssi. Nice to meet you.”
“...Sehun?”
“Yes?”
Yixing looked very shy when he asked, “Are you going to give my phone back...?”
Oh Sehun was definitely falling.
End.
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: LayHun
Warning: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: Sehun met the guy of his dreams on his way back home.
Extra Warning: Top!Sehun. Don’t like don’t read. Please, no translations allowed!
Sehun wasn’t supposed to take the train that day.
He was supposed to take the bus home with Jongin, his best friend. It had been his daily habit of going home together for the last few years. But when Kyungsoo-whom Jongin had been crushing hopelessly for almost three months-showed up just before they got into the bus, Sehun changed his mind. All his friend needed was a chance, and Sehun willingly gave it to him.
Talk to him, Sehun mouthed eagerly as he pointed at Kyungsoo, and Jongin looked like he was about to jump off of the bus if the door hadn’t closed. Giggling, Sehun flashed a thumb up as the bus drove away, hoping that Jongin would overcome his fear and at least established a decent conversation with Kyungsoo. His best friend deserved it. It had been too long, and he didn’t think he would stand to listen to Jongin’s hopeless whining for another day.
Two high-school girls stared at him just as he got on the train, but then Sehun put on his earphones while he gazed outside, too lazy to communicate with anyone. Within minutes, he soon arrived at his station and stepped outside the train. His concentration broke apart when all of a sudden, someone bumped into him quite roughly. Sehun was okay, but the other male almost lost his balance and Sehun hastily grabbed his arm to prevent him from falling.
The male had a brown hair, and it somehow suit his skin color. He bowed his head deeply at Sehun while apologizing, before dashing to get on the train just in time. The door slid close, and his MCM backpack was the only thing Sehun was able to stare at as the train started moving.
Sehun didn’t realize that he had been holding his breath.
***
“You are a traitor.”
Jongin did his best to sound like he was angry, but Sehun could tell from the former’s expression that he wasn’t.
Sehun lazily propped an arm on the table and put on an impish grin. “You talked to him, didn’t you?”
Jongin grinned. “You are a savior.”
Sehun rolled his eyes with a snort when Jongin squealed like a fanboy. Well, he was Kyungsoo’s fanboy, after all. “Yeah, yeah, I want you to treat me bubble tea non-stop every day for two weeks.” He grinned with amusement at Jongin’s faltered expression. “Okay, one week then.”
“You meanie.”
“But you just said I am your savior. So what, you got his number or something?”
Jongin sighed dreamily. “Better. I didn’t know what has gotten into me, but I asked him for lunch this weekend and he said yes.”
“I took the train for a day and then everything went that well?” Sehun faked a hurtful look with a hand clutching his chest. “Yehet! In that case, I should stop hanging around with you.”
“What? No, no, no! What are you talking about? Kyungsoo even asked about you, you know. He asked me why you weren’t around yesterday.”
Jongin got a wave of hand as a reply and he frowned at Sehun. “Just tell him I’m giving you some private time.”
“Sehun...are you mad at me?”
Sehun frowned back. “Why would I be...?”
“I don’t know? It’s just that you suddenly want to take the train home? We’ve been going home together by bus for years now, Sehun. And just because I’m talking to Kyungsoo now, doesn’t mean that it will change.”
“Jongin, please, I won’t be angry over such a simple thing. You’re right, Kyungsoo won’t get in our way, because you’re still my best friend and nothing’s going to change that. But really, you’ve been wanting to talk to Kyungsoo and I just feel bad to be in the way. When the time is right, I will hang out with you again. Do you understand?”
Jongin was about to protest, but then he seemed to ponder Sehun’s words and fell silent.
“Just until Kyungsoo understands that your feelings for him are true.”
“Fine,” Jongin sighed in defeat, holding his hands up. “I get it. Just until then, okay?”
“Yup. In the meantime, I’ll be taking the train home.”
Sehun couldn’t tell Jongin that he wanted to take the train, because he wanted to see a certain someone once again.
***
Sehun waited patiently at the same time, same place where the male bumped into him.
But there was no sign of the brown-haired male.
Sehun sighed in disappointment. It was already late, and his brother would snap if he came home late for dinner. He decided that he would look for him tomorrow. Sehun dragged a hand down his face. He realized that what he did was a bit impossible, because the male could take the train from the other station. Just because he took it from this station a few days ago didn’t mean he would again.
Well, Sehun thought bitterly to himself as he stepped into the train. Jongin needed almost a month to memorize Kyungsoo’s schedule and he had to wait for three months before having the opportunity to talk to him. So I should be just fine. He huffed in irritation. What the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t as patient as Jongin.
The blond-haired male was about to put on his earphones when he glanced around. He was standing by the door, despite the fact that there were several vacant seats. Or should he just sit... Sehun was still thinking of the possibility when the view of MCM backpack caught his eyes. A small smile graced upon his lips, because it was the very same bag which the male used the other day.
Wait.
Sehun shifted his eyes up to the owner, and his heart almost came to a stop when he realized it was the male he had been looking for.
The brown-haired male had his backpack placed on his lap. He was sitting with his legs crossed at the ankle. The male had his earphones on, and he was staring at his phone solemnly.
Sehun’s heartbeat quickened.
How...? He tried to point out a logical reason of how the male got there-duh, it really wasn’t the time to think about that-just walk to him and ask for his name, dammit.
It was probably his chance.
No, he wasn’t going to be patient like Jongin and wait for three months. No, he wasn’t.
Sehun’s hands were cold and he pressed his palms on the fabric of his jeans. They were just a few steps away, and Sehun was determined to walk to him once the train stopped. Yeah, because it was a bit dangerous to walk while the train was still moving. Once the train stopped...just a bit more...
It was only two minutes, two and a half minutes to be exact, but it felt like forever. Sehun’s heart was thumping so fast against his ribcage that it hurt. He briefly wondered if this was the same feeling Jongin had whenever Kyungsoo was around.
The train slowly came to a stop, and Sehun readied himself to walk over...
...only to find out that the male lifted up his chin and gasped abruptly.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, because it was as if Sehun’s feet were transfixed onto the ground. He was unable to move, only able to witness how the brown-haired male quickly got up from his seat and dashed outside right before the door closing.
Sehun forgot the possibility that the male might got off at the next stop.
***
Jongin blinked. “You...what?”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“’I met the guy on my dreams on my way home?’”
Sehun’s eyes were sparkling with emotions as he nodded.
“...are you watching another sappy drama?” Jongin lazily sent Sehun a sideways glance. “Because seriously, that title is too lame-“
“It’s not a drama,” Sehun retorted in dismay and flicked his friend’s arm. “It’s exactly what happened, Jongin-ah.”
Jongin rubbed his poor arm with a hurtful look. “How did you even know if he’s the man of your dreams?”
“...I just knew.”
“What if he’s straight and he’s married and he has two daughters and a cat and a dog?”
“He’s still too young to be married,” Sehun stubbornly replied, but there was a tinge of fear at the thought. “I checked his fingers though, and there was no wedding band.”
Jongin looked hesitant. “Then I guess...it’s okay? Do you want me to go with you next time?”
“No,” Sehun shook his head. “No, it’s alright. I’ll be okay by my own. I just think I need to tell you the reason why I won’t be taking the bus at the moment.”
“But I really won’t mind if you keep on taking the bus. And Kyungsoo said so himself.”
“Yes, I understand, but you guys need to know that I’m not avoiding you two. This is...different. I feel like I understand what you had for Kyungsoo for the past few months.”
Jongin deadpanned. “And what is it...?”
“That I’m a horrible stalker.”
Sehun managed to avoid Jongin’s playful punch and he laughed earnestly.
I feel like falling.
***
Sehun waited patiently for the brown-haired male. Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes almost turned to hours.
He didn’t show up, even until Zitao called him and scolded him to get his ass back home or else he would’ve yehet all of his collections.
Sehun pouted.
***
Days flew by in a breeze.
Sehun waited and waited, and oh he didn’t think he would ever be this patient for a stranger. But he did, and he didn’t mind, so there was really nothing to be protested for.
However, Sehun was a mere human, and he was starting to feel helpless after a week. It was kind of tiring to wait without certainty, especially in the train station. He didn’t know when the male was going to take the train, he didn’t know where the male studied, heck, he didn’t even know the male’s name.
Just when he was about to give up, hope bloomed back within him because just as Sehun jumped into the train, he saw a familiar MCM backpack a few doors away.
Sehun made sure it was the same male.
It made him so happy that the most normal thing to do was to break into a dumb grin and dance. But the view of the male laughing on the phone just ruined everything. Sehun grimaced darkly to himself, wondering who made him so happy like that. Was it a boyfriend? A girlfriend? The brown-haired male laughed again, and this time Sehun noticed the dimples on his cheeks.
Beautiful.
Sehun thought of walking over right away, but it would be just rude because the other male was talking on the phone.
The train started moving, and Sehun felt a bit helpless, wanting for the beautiful male to look at him.
Even for a minute.
If it was even too much to ask, even five seconds were okay.
Or simply a glance.
Sehun flinched when the voice above him informed that the train was stopping at the next station, and he grew slightly scared. The fair-skinned male he had his eyes on was glancing at the electronic map above his head, but did nothing to scoot over. Which meant that it wasn’t his station yet. Sehun unconsciously let out a relieved breath, but then it soon morphed into worry because the male didn’t seem like he was going to stop talking on the phone.
Please.
Dammit.
Notice me.
The train came to another stop and Sehun almost pulled his hair in frustration because he hadn’t even stopped talking. But the male hadn’t got off, which meant that it wasn’t his station yet. Hopefully. Because the last time, the male almost forgot where he was supposed to get off. Well, if that ever happened, Sehun could just follow him out.
Sehun waited patiently, but his patience was running thin when he realized the male wouldn’t detach his ear off of the cellphone. They were coming close to another stop and Sehun gritted his teeth in determination.
That’s it. It’s now or never.
Wordlessly, the blond-haired male shuffled to where the object of his affection was standing, ignoring the sounds of protest he earned from the people he accidentally bumped into, and deliberately snatching the phone away.
It was then Sehun realized that the male was speaking in Chinese.
Shit, was the first thing that occurred in his mind, because he hated those Chinese characters and suddenly he regretted not taking everything seriously in his Mandarin class. But when the male reacted in Korean, Sehun unconsciously felt glad.
“What-“
“Your station.”
The male looked taken aback at the remark and his black orbs were filled with confusion. “Excuse me...?”
“Your station,” Sehun repeated sternly. “Where?”
The male batted his eyelashes too many times before hesitantly glancing up at the map and at the same time chewing on his lower lip. “Two more stations...”
“Good,” Sehun nodded. Good? Is that it? Then what? Hand him his phone back and go back to where you stand before? Sehun mentally berated himself at the thought. The Chinese male continued to look at him in confusion and Sehun cleared his throat. “By the way, I’m Oh Sehun.”
The male tilted his head cutely to one side with a finger tapped on his chin. “Hi. I’m...Zhang Yixing?”
Sehun only nodded in response. He actually wanted to kneel and cry grateful words, but he needed to stay calm or else Yixing would probably freak out. Or should Sehun just tell him that his name was the nicest Chinese name he had ever known?
“Yixing...ssi. Nice to meet you.”
“...Sehun?”
“Yes?”
Yixing looked very shy when he asked, “Are you going to give my phone back...?”
Oh Sehun was definitely falling.
End.