beautiful
Pairing: Tao/Sehun
Word Count: 279
A/N: just a drabble i wrote last summer.
“You’re beautiful,” Tao breathed out one quiet afternoon when the weather was scorching hot and the air conditioner just had to be broken, summer breeze seeping in occasionally through the opened windows. They were sitting across each other, piles of old books placed on the wooden table that acted as a barrier between their upper bodies, while their knees bumped against each other’s as they shifted in their seats. The library was mostly empty, since it was summer and of course kids their age preferred to lounge at the beach, including them, but somehow Sehun’s mother had managed to persuade them to help out at the library three days per week during summer break, with the promise of rewards at the end of the holiday.
Sehun was drifting to sleep, but Tao’s sudden acknowledgement, like the shrill cry of his alarm clock every day at nine in the morning, jolted him awake. He blinked, dumbfounded as his mind processed the information, and held up a finger to point at his face. “Me?”
Tao laughed softly, “Yes, you, silly.” He leaned in and reached out a hand to pat Sehun’s cheek gently, the contact sending a shiver down his body which should be impossible judging from the weather, yet still happened. Tao withdrew from him and put his attention back to his book, sitting so still as though his soul had been sucked into the spaces between the words printed across yellowed pages.
The younger boy’s hand flew to his face, stroking exactly the place where Tao’s fingers had lingered. Beautiful, he heard it again in the back of his mind, Tao’s voice mixing with his own in his head.
Word Count: 279
A/N: just a drabble i wrote last summer.
“You’re beautiful,” Tao breathed out one quiet afternoon when the weather was scorching hot and the air conditioner just had to be broken, summer breeze seeping in occasionally through the opened windows. They were sitting across each other, piles of old books placed on the wooden table that acted as a barrier between their upper bodies, while their knees bumped against each other’s as they shifted in their seats. The library was mostly empty, since it was summer and of course kids their age preferred to lounge at the beach, including them, but somehow Sehun’s mother had managed to persuade them to help out at the library three days per week during summer break, with the promise of rewards at the end of the holiday.
Sehun was drifting to sleep, but Tao’s sudden acknowledgement, like the shrill cry of his alarm clock every day at nine in the morning, jolted him awake. He blinked, dumbfounded as his mind processed the information, and held up a finger to point at his face. “Me?”
Tao laughed softly, “Yes, you, silly.” He leaned in and reached out a hand to pat Sehun’s cheek gently, the contact sending a shiver down his body which should be impossible judging from the weather, yet still happened. Tao withdrew from him and put his attention back to his book, sitting so still as though his soul had been sucked into the spaces between the words printed across yellowed pages.
The younger boy’s hand flew to his face, stroking exactly the place where Tao’s fingers had lingered. Beautiful, he heard it again in the back of his mind, Tao’s voice mixing with his own in his head.