2 taohun drabbles.
fight to the finish.
sehun/tao - pg - fluff - 1226 words
in which they bicker a lot. like, so much.
Sehun and Zitao bicker.
They bicker a lot. Like, so much. Joonmyun gets headaches just thinking of having them together in the same room. Yifan’s automatic reaction is to take a nap just to drown out the sound of them shouting or making fun of each other. Even Jongin seems like an angel when he’s beside them, only able to watch while they insult each other in their own languages so that the other person wouldn’t understand what they’re saying.
Joonmyun is, unfortunately, the common cause of their fighting. Maybe it’s just their first instinct as the youngest member of their respective subgroups, but they have a tendency to fight for Joonmyun’s attention. Sehun almost always wins because, let’s face it, Joonmyun is incredibly attached to him. But Joonmyun’s attachment can’t beat Zitao’s noticeable attachment to the poor leader, even willing to go out in public and call Joonmyun his “mama.” The fans think it’s cute; it gives Joonmyun a headache.
It only takes another dinner with all twelve of them together for Yifan to finally snap. Zitao and Sehun are fighting over who gets to use the shower first and Yifan’s head has been throbbing for the past few hours already.
“Enough!” he yells, effectively quieting the entire table. He points to the two at the end of the table. “Both of you: go to my room.”
They wordlessly follow, nice enough to not talk to each other in the walk of shame to Yifan’s room. They close the door and Zitao settles on his bed while Sehun awkwardly stands in the center of the room.
“It’s okay. It’s not Luhan ge’s bed, so you can sit there.” Sehun narrows his eyes at him, wondering why he’s suddenly being nice. Zitao just shrugs, trying not to show how nervous he is. Yifan doesn’t usually get mad, especially not at him, but they must have really pushed him to the edge.
They wait a few more seconds before they hear a click and realization dawns over them.
“They locked us in!” Sehun exclaims, banging on the door in hopes that they’d have mercy on them, mercy on him. He can’t be alone in a room with Zitao; it’s nearly impossible.
But the impossible seems to be coming true since he’s sitting down on the same bed as Zitao, staring at the floor and nothing in particular. Zitao turns to face him and Sehun does the same, just to be polite.
When he looks up, he realizes that they’re actually sitting really close to each other, knees nearly pressed together. The memory of the last time he was in close proximity with Zitao makes his breathing pick up, his heartbeat faster. It’s not the type of memory that he often revisits.
“What happened to us?” Zitao asks plainly. Sehun knows his Korean is still improving, but this is as plain and unsure as Sehun could have imagined it.
He shakes his head though, a silent ‘I don’t know’ in his eyes. “I really don’t,” Sehun whispers.
“I’m sorry for rushing you, if that’s really where the problem started.”
And maybe Zitao didn’t really rush him that time. Maybe Sehun was just too scared at that time; he was a little too young to understand what had happened and his feelings toward it.
They were still trainees back then. Zitao had just been announced as a member of the still-in-progress group, but Sehun had already wanted to be close to him. They danced full routines together and Sehun liked how Zitao laughed, high pitched and slightly airy. It was a funny laugh, and Zitao also seemed to appreciate how he cackled into oblivion.
On a night when all they could do was laugh, at others and themselves, Zitao suddenly leaned in and kissed Sehun. His hand found its way to the back of his head, making the kiss firmer. Sehun stayed still, petrified but still warm.
Then he pulled back and Zitao stared at him with a look of both regret and barely showing excitement. Sehun just gaped at him, slowly backing away.
“I’m sorry-“ Zitao started, but Sehun ran away before he could even say anything else. Sehun shook his head and left him alone in the practice room, wondering what he could do to fix everything.
And now they’re like this, too awkward to even look each other in the eyes. If asked, Zitao would say that he didn’t want this to happen. Anything is better than the constant fighting that they do, but most of the time it’s Sehun who starts the trouble and Zitao is forced to defend himself instead of seeming like the weaker one between the two.
Sehun looks straight into his eyes, unexpectedly having some sort of epiphany in his mind. Zitao looks at him with apprehension and curiosity, the same look he’s been giving Sehun for the past few months. Sehun would have recognized it if he was actually looking at Zitao, but he only saw the façade of irritation that Zitao had to put up to hide the fact that he was hurt.
“I was eighteen, Zitao,” he simply says.
“I was nineteen. What’s the big deal?”
Sehun rolls his eyes and grabs Zitao’s forearms. “Fuck this.”
He leans forward to kiss Zitao. He moves too fast, accidentally making their teeth and noses knock against each other. Sehun starts giggling and Zitao adjusts their distance, taking control of the kiss.
The little incident a few years ago was just a taste of Zitao. Now he’s not holding back, lips firmly pressing against Sehun, hands gripping his body. It’s not as scary as Sehun thought it would be, and unconsciously, he rolls his hips upwards against Zitao.
The other male freezes, backing away slowly. He looks down and away from Sehun, and the younger boy is afraid that they’d end up reversing roles, that Sehun would be the one secretly pining for Zitao while he tries to run away from him through insults and fighting.
But Zitao just smiles again, kissing Sehun softly. “That was nice,” he murmurs against Sehun’s lips.
Sehun nods, pulling him in again.
Later on, when it’s near midnight and Yifan just finished taking a shower, he brings out the keys to the room and unlocks it, stepping inside the dark room. To his surprise, Zitao and Sehun are cuddling on the bed. Zitao is asleep while Sehun is comfortably lying down with his head on his chest, hugging his waist tightly.
Yifan tries to say something, but the youngest member glares at him strongly enough to stop a horse in its tracks. The bewildered leader slowly backs away, closing the door behind him and running to Joonmyun’s room.
“What?” he asks. Yifan grins and takes a seat on the foot of his bed.
“It’s over,” Yifan whispers. “The war is over.”
“Oh my god.” Joonmyun sits up abruptly. “It’s finally over.”
Joonmyun pulls him in for a hug and squeezes his shoulders. This is a moment of triumph for the two leaders, a testament of their combined effort and dedication to their job. It could bring Lee Sooman to tears if they told him all about it.
The peace lasts for a whole night before they’re faced with a new problem.
How do they get Sehun and Zitao to detach themselves from each other?
meet the family (and pray for your soul).
sehun/tao - g - fluff - 543 words
in which Zitao introduces his boyfriend to his family.
“Are you nervous?” Zitao asks. Sehun only rolls his eyes, leaning his head on Zitao’s shoulder.
“Of course I’m nervous. How about you try meeting your boyfriend’s family on a major holiday?” Sehun sighs. “Of course I’m nervous.”
“Don’t worry. They’ll like you,” Zitao assures him. He pecks his lips. “Just keep the frown off your face, okay?”
He takes his keys out of his pocket and opens the front door. The lights at the entrance of their house are turned on and the bright glow comforts Sehun a little bit. He sees a shadow at the corner of his eye and he immediately hides behind Zitao.
It turns out to be Yifan, Zitao’s older brother. The taller male grins at the sight of Sehun. “This is the friend you picked up from the airport?”
“Friend?” Sehun asks.
“You’re my friend.” Zitao pulls him out to face Yifan properly. “But he’s also my boyfriend.”
Yifan’s mouth forms a perfect circle as he stares at the shy way that they hold hands and the blush on their cheeks. His smile returns, twice as bright as it was before.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Yifan says in Korean. He shakes his hand, and Sehun takes note of a diamond ring on his ring finger.
“I’m Sehun.”
“We know. Zitao told us a lot about you, but he didn’t tell us that he had a boyfriend.” Yifan stares pointedly at Zitao, and his younger brother innocuously looks away.
“Come on in. Mom and dad would love to meet you.” Zitao takes Sehun’s hand and leads him inside the living room. His parents turn around to see Zitao gripping Sehun’s hands tightly, and the look at him with odd expressions.
“Hi mom and dad. This is…” Zitao takes a deep breath. “This is Sehun. Sehun is my boyfriend.”
The two adults don’t even blink. They just stare at Sehun, scrutinizing him with their eyes, and Sehun would very much like to vanish into the walls at this moment.
The silence is disturbed by Zitao’s mom suddenly tearing up and sobbing. Zitao rushes over to hug her. “I’m sorry, son. I-it’s just… last Christmas, Yifan introduced his boyfriend to us and now they’re engaged. And now our little baby has a partner of his own…”
“Mama, don’t cry.” Zitao’s voice wavers. “Mama, I’m crying too!”
Sehun starts getting alarmed at how Zitao cries as hard as his mother does. His father joins in the hug and Yifan sighs before he starts to hug Zitao too. He looks up at Sehun and smiles at him, inviting him as well.
The near-stranger to the family awkwardly settles in beside Yifan, surprised when he feels a hand on his back. It’s Zitao’s father, and the hand on his back is warm and not as stiff as Sehun thought it would be. It comforts him and Sehun immediately feels more welcomed.
Yifan pulls him out into the kitchen, asking him to help bring out the food. Once he closes the door behind him, Yifan turns to face Sehun.
“You’re going to make Zitao very happy. And he’s going to make you very happy too,” Yifan tells him.
“I hope so,” Sehun says quietly.
“Don’t hope. Just know.”
Sehun smiles. “I do know.”
a/n: please do know that these drabbles were brought by the intense taohun feels i've been having for the past few days. TAOHUN IS TOO REAL TO EVEN EXIST
sehun/tao - pg - fluff - 1226 words
in which they bicker a lot. like, so much.
Sehun and Zitao bicker.
They bicker a lot. Like, so much. Joonmyun gets headaches just thinking of having them together in the same room. Yifan’s automatic reaction is to take a nap just to drown out the sound of them shouting or making fun of each other. Even Jongin seems like an angel when he’s beside them, only able to watch while they insult each other in their own languages so that the other person wouldn’t understand what they’re saying.
Joonmyun is, unfortunately, the common cause of their fighting. Maybe it’s just their first instinct as the youngest member of their respective subgroups, but they have a tendency to fight for Joonmyun’s attention. Sehun almost always wins because, let’s face it, Joonmyun is incredibly attached to him. But Joonmyun’s attachment can’t beat Zitao’s noticeable attachment to the poor leader, even willing to go out in public and call Joonmyun his “mama.” The fans think it’s cute; it gives Joonmyun a headache.
It only takes another dinner with all twelve of them together for Yifan to finally snap. Zitao and Sehun are fighting over who gets to use the shower first and Yifan’s head has been throbbing for the past few hours already.
“Enough!” he yells, effectively quieting the entire table. He points to the two at the end of the table. “Both of you: go to my room.”
They wordlessly follow, nice enough to not talk to each other in the walk of shame to Yifan’s room. They close the door and Zitao settles on his bed while Sehun awkwardly stands in the center of the room.
“It’s okay. It’s not Luhan ge’s bed, so you can sit there.” Sehun narrows his eyes at him, wondering why he’s suddenly being nice. Zitao just shrugs, trying not to show how nervous he is. Yifan doesn’t usually get mad, especially not at him, but they must have really pushed him to the edge.
They wait a few more seconds before they hear a click and realization dawns over them.
“They locked us in!” Sehun exclaims, banging on the door in hopes that they’d have mercy on them, mercy on him. He can’t be alone in a room with Zitao; it’s nearly impossible.
But the impossible seems to be coming true since he’s sitting down on the same bed as Zitao, staring at the floor and nothing in particular. Zitao turns to face him and Sehun does the same, just to be polite.
When he looks up, he realizes that they’re actually sitting really close to each other, knees nearly pressed together. The memory of the last time he was in close proximity with Zitao makes his breathing pick up, his heartbeat faster. It’s not the type of memory that he often revisits.
“What happened to us?” Zitao asks plainly. Sehun knows his Korean is still improving, but this is as plain and unsure as Sehun could have imagined it.
He shakes his head though, a silent ‘I don’t know’ in his eyes. “I really don’t,” Sehun whispers.
“I’m sorry for rushing you, if that’s really where the problem started.”
And maybe Zitao didn’t really rush him that time. Maybe Sehun was just too scared at that time; he was a little too young to understand what had happened and his feelings toward it.
They were still trainees back then. Zitao had just been announced as a member of the still-in-progress group, but Sehun had already wanted to be close to him. They danced full routines together and Sehun liked how Zitao laughed, high pitched and slightly airy. It was a funny laugh, and Zitao also seemed to appreciate how he cackled into oblivion.
On a night when all they could do was laugh, at others and themselves, Zitao suddenly leaned in and kissed Sehun. His hand found its way to the back of his head, making the kiss firmer. Sehun stayed still, petrified but still warm.
Then he pulled back and Zitao stared at him with a look of both regret and barely showing excitement. Sehun just gaped at him, slowly backing away.
“I’m sorry-“ Zitao started, but Sehun ran away before he could even say anything else. Sehun shook his head and left him alone in the practice room, wondering what he could do to fix everything.
And now they’re like this, too awkward to even look each other in the eyes. If asked, Zitao would say that he didn’t want this to happen. Anything is better than the constant fighting that they do, but most of the time it’s Sehun who starts the trouble and Zitao is forced to defend himself instead of seeming like the weaker one between the two.
Sehun looks straight into his eyes, unexpectedly having some sort of epiphany in his mind. Zitao looks at him with apprehension and curiosity, the same look he’s been giving Sehun for the past few months. Sehun would have recognized it if he was actually looking at Zitao, but he only saw the façade of irritation that Zitao had to put up to hide the fact that he was hurt.
“I was eighteen, Zitao,” he simply says.
“I was nineteen. What’s the big deal?”
Sehun rolls his eyes and grabs Zitao’s forearms. “Fuck this.”
He leans forward to kiss Zitao. He moves too fast, accidentally making their teeth and noses knock against each other. Sehun starts giggling and Zitao adjusts their distance, taking control of the kiss.
The little incident a few years ago was just a taste of Zitao. Now he’s not holding back, lips firmly pressing against Sehun, hands gripping his body. It’s not as scary as Sehun thought it would be, and unconsciously, he rolls his hips upwards against Zitao.
The other male freezes, backing away slowly. He looks down and away from Sehun, and the younger boy is afraid that they’d end up reversing roles, that Sehun would be the one secretly pining for Zitao while he tries to run away from him through insults and fighting.
But Zitao just smiles again, kissing Sehun softly. “That was nice,” he murmurs against Sehun’s lips.
Sehun nods, pulling him in again.
Later on, when it’s near midnight and Yifan just finished taking a shower, he brings out the keys to the room and unlocks it, stepping inside the dark room. To his surprise, Zitao and Sehun are cuddling on the bed. Zitao is asleep while Sehun is comfortably lying down with his head on his chest, hugging his waist tightly.
Yifan tries to say something, but the youngest member glares at him strongly enough to stop a horse in its tracks. The bewildered leader slowly backs away, closing the door behind him and running to Joonmyun’s room.
“What?” he asks. Yifan grins and takes a seat on the foot of his bed.
“It’s over,” Yifan whispers. “The war is over.”
“Oh my god.” Joonmyun sits up abruptly. “It’s finally over.”
Joonmyun pulls him in for a hug and squeezes his shoulders. This is a moment of triumph for the two leaders, a testament of their combined effort and dedication to their job. It could bring Lee Sooman to tears if they told him all about it.
The peace lasts for a whole night before they’re faced with a new problem.
How do they get Sehun and Zitao to detach themselves from each other?
meet the family (and pray for your soul).
sehun/tao - g - fluff - 543 words
in which Zitao introduces his boyfriend to his family.
“Are you nervous?” Zitao asks. Sehun only rolls his eyes, leaning his head on Zitao’s shoulder.
“Of course I’m nervous. How about you try meeting your boyfriend’s family on a major holiday?” Sehun sighs. “Of course I’m nervous.”
“Don’t worry. They’ll like you,” Zitao assures him. He pecks his lips. “Just keep the frown off your face, okay?”
He takes his keys out of his pocket and opens the front door. The lights at the entrance of their house are turned on and the bright glow comforts Sehun a little bit. He sees a shadow at the corner of his eye and he immediately hides behind Zitao.
It turns out to be Yifan, Zitao’s older brother. The taller male grins at the sight of Sehun. “This is the friend you picked up from the airport?”
“Friend?” Sehun asks.
“You’re my friend.” Zitao pulls him out to face Yifan properly. “But he’s also my boyfriend.”
Yifan’s mouth forms a perfect circle as he stares at the shy way that they hold hands and the blush on their cheeks. His smile returns, twice as bright as it was before.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Yifan says in Korean. He shakes his hand, and Sehun takes note of a diamond ring on his ring finger.
“I’m Sehun.”
“We know. Zitao told us a lot about you, but he didn’t tell us that he had a boyfriend.” Yifan stares pointedly at Zitao, and his younger brother innocuously looks away.
“Come on in. Mom and dad would love to meet you.” Zitao takes Sehun’s hand and leads him inside the living room. His parents turn around to see Zitao gripping Sehun’s hands tightly, and the look at him with odd expressions.
“Hi mom and dad. This is…” Zitao takes a deep breath. “This is Sehun. Sehun is my boyfriend.”
The two adults don’t even blink. They just stare at Sehun, scrutinizing him with their eyes, and Sehun would very much like to vanish into the walls at this moment.
The silence is disturbed by Zitao’s mom suddenly tearing up and sobbing. Zitao rushes over to hug her. “I’m sorry, son. I-it’s just… last Christmas, Yifan introduced his boyfriend to us and now they’re engaged. And now our little baby has a partner of his own…”
“Mama, don’t cry.” Zitao’s voice wavers. “Mama, I’m crying too!”
Sehun starts getting alarmed at how Zitao cries as hard as his mother does. His father joins in the hug and Yifan sighs before he starts to hug Zitao too. He looks up at Sehun and smiles at him, inviting him as well.
The near-stranger to the family awkwardly settles in beside Yifan, surprised when he feels a hand on his back. It’s Zitao’s father, and the hand on his back is warm and not as stiff as Sehun thought it would be. It comforts him and Sehun immediately feels more welcomed.
Yifan pulls him out into the kitchen, asking him to help bring out the food. Once he closes the door behind him, Yifan turns to face Sehun.
“You’re going to make Zitao very happy. And he’s going to make you very happy too,” Yifan tells him.
“I hope so,” Sehun says quietly.
“Don’t hope. Just know.”
Sehun smiles. “I do know.”
a/n: please do know that these drabbles were brought by the intense taohun feels i've been having for the past few days. TAOHUN IS TOO REAL TO EVEN EXIST