But It's My Birthday [Sexing, PG]
Title: But It's My Birthday
Pairing: Sehun/Lay
Other Pairing(s): n/a
Rating: PG
Warnings: Drunk and whiny Sehun
Word Count: 1,615 words
Summary: Sehun comes back to the dorm, drunk from his birthday dinner, and wants to know why Yixing wasn't there with him.
Sehun pushed open the door to the dorm, stumbling in a bit as he laughed. He kicked off his shoes before proceeding into the darkened hallway, hand outstretched and balancing himself on the wall. He stumbled down the hall and into the living room, where Yixing was sitting on the couch, watching TV.
“Hyung!” Sehun yelled excitedly, making Yixing jump in surprise.
He calmed down when he realized it was Sehun and smiled at him. “Hi, Sehun. Did you have fun?”
Sehun stumbled over to the couch and fell onto it, grunting. Yixing just smiled, chuckling a little and turned to look at Sehun.
“I had lots of fun. We drank soooooo much alcohol,” Sehun slurred, annoyed by the plastic crown that was atop his head stopping him from leaning back against the couch properly.
He whined, obviously getting annoyed as he pushed at it. Yixing reached out and removed the crown, chuckling again as he set it to the side. Sehun let his head fall back against the couch before he tipped it to the side to look at Yixing, eyes half lidded.
“You should have come.”
Yixing shook his head. “You know I don’t handle alcohol well.”
Sehun whined again, flopping over with a flail of arms before resting his head in Yixing’s lap. He put his arms around the older man’s waist tightly, pressing his face into his stomach.
“You still could have come…”
“I’m sorry, Hunnie. I just didn’t think I’d have a good time,” Yixing said, petting Sehun’s hair gently.
Sehun let out another whine, pressing his face closer. “But it’s my birthday,” came muffled out.
Yixing admired the large round pin that was safety-pinned to Sehun’s shirt, large letters which read “Birthday Boy!” He laughed and kept stroking Sehun’s hair.
“I’m sure you had a great time with everyone without me,” he said finally.
Sehun didn’t move, his face still pressed against the Chinese man’s stomach. Yixing assumed he’d fallen asleep and turned his attention back to the TV, resuming what he’d been watching. His hand still absently stroked Sehun’s hair, running fingers just behind his ear slowly.
“Do you not love me anymore?” Sehun said then, pulling his face back a bit.
Yixing was surprised and looked down at him. Sehun looked like he was going to cry, eyes a little glassy. The older shook his head.
“Why would you think that?”
The younger man pressed his face back into Yixing’s stomach, and he felt moisture meet his shirt. Yixing stilled his hands, waiting for Sehun to say something. When he didn’t, Yixing reached down and pulled Sehun’s face away, tilting it up towards him. A few tears were streaming down the maknae’s cheeks.
“Sehun, why do you think I don’t love you anymore?”
“Because…Because you weren’t…there,” he said, catching his breath.
Yixing was surprised by Sehun’s clarity and figured he hadn’t drank as much as he could. He rubbed the younger boy’s cheek with a thumb, silently asking him to continue.
“We-We-We had schedules all day and I just wanted to go out for my birthday and you didn’t come, even though you’re my boyfriend and you’re supposed to love me.”
“I do love you. I know it’s been hard for us to be together because of schedules, but-”
“No! It’s not fair! You’re finally home and you don’t spend any time with me. All I do is miss you…” Sehun interrupted.
Yixing took a deep breath, trying to remember that it was Sehun’s birthday and he couldn’t scold him too much. That and the young man was drunk, so it’s not like his brain was fully functioning with sense. Sehun’s young, spoiled nature sometimes frustrated Yixing, but he couldn’t blame him. He was the maknae of the group, meant to be spoiled and act like a baby. It was cute most of the time, but sometimes he would have temper tantrums like these.
Yixing rubbed Sehun’s cheek again before threading his fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck and gently massaging. “Sometimes I forget you’re an adult, Sehun.”
Sehun didn’t look at him, though he kept his head in his lap. “Hyung…I love you…”
“I know, Sehun,” he said, “I’m sorry I didn’t go tonight. I’ve been so tired, running between here and China for the movie and promotions. I don’t handle alcohol well, so I figured it’d be best if I stayed home and got some rest. That was very selfish of me. I’m sorry.”
Sehun looked up at him, a small guilty expression on his face, eyes looking apologetic. Yixing just smiled and stroked his neck gently once again.
“I’m really sorry, Sehun. I love you so much. Please, don’t ever think that I don’t.”
Sehun wrapped his arms around Yixing’s middle again and pressed his face back against his abdomen. “I’m sorry, hyung. I’m sorry I’m selfish.”
Yixing laughed, shaking just a bit, and Sehun pulled back and looked up at him in confusion.
“It’s alright, Hunnie. I forgive you. I should have been with you on your birthday.”
“Did you at least get me a present?”
“I did. Let’s go get it.”
Sehun hesitantly got up. Yixing stood as well, taking Sehun’s hand into his and leading him through the dark dorm.
“Where is everyone else, anyways?” he asked as they walked.
Sehun was practically pressed into Yixing, gripping his hand. “They were still drinking.”
“How did you get home?”
“Junmyeon-hyung put me in a cab.”
“Why did you leave early?” Yixing asked as he pushed open the door to his room.
“Because I wanted to be with you.”
Yixing stopped in his doorway and turned to look at Sehun. The young man was slightly hunched over, eyelids looking heavy, but he was focused on Yixing. Yixing smiled gently and reached out to cup the taller man’s face. He leaned in and kissed him sweetly, Sehun’s lips eagerly pressing back.
“How did you get so sweet?” he asked afterwards.
“I was born this way,” Sehun responded smugly, wrapping his arms around Yixing.
The elder always found it funny that Sehun was such a cuddly person. All he ever wanted to do was wrap himself around Yixing. The Chinese man didn’t want to admit he actually really loved it. Sehun leaned his face against Yixing’s neck, letting out a soft sigh. Yixing immediately felt a shiver go down his spine. Curse his sensitive neck.
“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” he asked as he pulled Sehun into the room and toward his bed.
Sehun’s eyes lit up at the sight of the bed and he threw himself onto it immediately, releasing Yixing.
“I take that as a yes,” Yixing said with a laugh, going to dig around in his dresser.
He pulled out a medium sized box and carried it over to the bed. Sehun rolled onto his side and propped himself up with an elbow.
“Here.”
Yixing offered the box to him and he took it, pulling the ribbon off of it to untie it. He lifted the lid to see his gifts. Inside was a gift card to his favorite bubble tea place, a new set of white headphones, a BoA CD he’d been looking for, and an assortment of candy. He laughed and smiled, pressing the box into his chest.
“Thanks, hyung.”
Yixing sat on the bed beside him. “I know it’s not much, but it’s all I could scrounge up amid schedules.”
Sehun pushed the box away and reached up to pull Yixing down to the bed with him. “It’s okay. All I really want is to be with you.”
Yixing smiled a bit and kissed Sehun’s nose. “Are you sleepy?”
Sehun’s eyelids were drooping again. He let out a little hum.
“Let’s get you undressed and then we can go to sleep, okay?”
Sehun agreed and sat up slowly with Yixing. He unpinned the button on his shirt, setting it in his present box, which he put on the nightstand. He then pulled Sehun’s shirt up and over his head after untucking it from his jeans. Sehun got up to remove his jeans, though he had trouble with the zipper, hands not moving how he wanted. Yixing helped him without a word, folding up Sehun’s clothes and setting them on the nightstand as well. Sehun, only in his boxers, pulled back the covers and climbed underneath them. Yixing laughed, changing his own clothes then. At the last minute, he decided to slip on Sehun’s shirt to sleep in, smiling. He climbed into the bed beside Sehun, who immediately pulled him flush against him in an embrace once he’d shut the light off. The elder chuckled a bit before getting comfortable, his back pressed against Sehun’s chest.
“Will Jongdae-hyung mind if I sleep in here?” Sehun said, eyes shut and hands pressed firmly against Yixing’s belly.
Yixing let out a soft sigh as he relaxed into the taller male’s hold. “If he has a problem with it, he can sleep in Minseok’s room. Or your room.”
Sehun laughed breathily, pressing a light kiss to Yixing’s neck, which made him shudder lightly. Sehun tightened his arms around him for just a moment.
“I wanted to have sex…but I’m drunk.”
Yixing rested a hand on top of one of Sehun’s as he closed his eyes. “It’s okay. Morning sex is also a good kind to have.”
The maknae let out a little hum, already drifting off into sleep. “Night, hyung…love you.”
Yixing smiled and relaxed once again. “Good night, Sehun. Happy birthday.”
By the time the other members returned to the dorm, the birthday boy and his lover had already peacefully fallen asleep together.
Author's Note: Just something for Sehunnie's birthday. It started out sadder than I wanted, but I liked how it turned out in the end. I like to imagine Sehun is a big cuddle bug.
Pairing: Sehun/Lay
Other Pairing(s): n/a
Rating: PG
Warnings: Drunk and whiny Sehun
Word Count: 1,615 words
Summary: Sehun comes back to the dorm, drunk from his birthday dinner, and wants to know why Yixing wasn't there with him.
Sehun pushed open the door to the dorm, stumbling in a bit as he laughed. He kicked off his shoes before proceeding into the darkened hallway, hand outstretched and balancing himself on the wall. He stumbled down the hall and into the living room, where Yixing was sitting on the couch, watching TV.
“Hyung!” Sehun yelled excitedly, making Yixing jump in surprise.
He calmed down when he realized it was Sehun and smiled at him. “Hi, Sehun. Did you have fun?”
Sehun stumbled over to the couch and fell onto it, grunting. Yixing just smiled, chuckling a little and turned to look at Sehun.
“I had lots of fun. We drank soooooo much alcohol,” Sehun slurred, annoyed by the plastic crown that was atop his head stopping him from leaning back against the couch properly.
He whined, obviously getting annoyed as he pushed at it. Yixing reached out and removed the crown, chuckling again as he set it to the side. Sehun let his head fall back against the couch before he tipped it to the side to look at Yixing, eyes half lidded.
“You should have come.”
Yixing shook his head. “You know I don’t handle alcohol well.”
Sehun whined again, flopping over with a flail of arms before resting his head in Yixing’s lap. He put his arms around the older man’s waist tightly, pressing his face into his stomach.
“You still could have come…”
“I’m sorry, Hunnie. I just didn’t think I’d have a good time,” Yixing said, petting Sehun’s hair gently.
Sehun let out another whine, pressing his face closer. “But it’s my birthday,” came muffled out.
Yixing admired the large round pin that was safety-pinned to Sehun’s shirt, large letters which read “Birthday Boy!” He laughed and kept stroking Sehun’s hair.
“I’m sure you had a great time with everyone without me,” he said finally.
Sehun didn’t move, his face still pressed against the Chinese man’s stomach. Yixing assumed he’d fallen asleep and turned his attention back to the TV, resuming what he’d been watching. His hand still absently stroked Sehun’s hair, running fingers just behind his ear slowly.
“Do you not love me anymore?” Sehun said then, pulling his face back a bit.
Yixing was surprised and looked down at him. Sehun looked like he was going to cry, eyes a little glassy. The older shook his head.
“Why would you think that?”
The younger man pressed his face back into Yixing’s stomach, and he felt moisture meet his shirt. Yixing stilled his hands, waiting for Sehun to say something. When he didn’t, Yixing reached down and pulled Sehun’s face away, tilting it up towards him. A few tears were streaming down the maknae’s cheeks.
“Sehun, why do you think I don’t love you anymore?”
“Because…Because you weren’t…there,” he said, catching his breath.
Yixing was surprised by Sehun’s clarity and figured he hadn’t drank as much as he could. He rubbed the younger boy’s cheek with a thumb, silently asking him to continue.
“We-We-We had schedules all day and I just wanted to go out for my birthday and you didn’t come, even though you’re my boyfriend and you’re supposed to love me.”
“I do love you. I know it’s been hard for us to be together because of schedules, but-”
“No! It’s not fair! You’re finally home and you don’t spend any time with me. All I do is miss you…” Sehun interrupted.
Yixing took a deep breath, trying to remember that it was Sehun’s birthday and he couldn’t scold him too much. That and the young man was drunk, so it’s not like his brain was fully functioning with sense. Sehun’s young, spoiled nature sometimes frustrated Yixing, but he couldn’t blame him. He was the maknae of the group, meant to be spoiled and act like a baby. It was cute most of the time, but sometimes he would have temper tantrums like these.
Yixing rubbed Sehun’s cheek again before threading his fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck and gently massaging. “Sometimes I forget you’re an adult, Sehun.”
Sehun didn’t look at him, though he kept his head in his lap. “Hyung…I love you…”
“I know, Sehun,” he said, “I’m sorry I didn’t go tonight. I’ve been so tired, running between here and China for the movie and promotions. I don’t handle alcohol well, so I figured it’d be best if I stayed home and got some rest. That was very selfish of me. I’m sorry.”
Sehun looked up at him, a small guilty expression on his face, eyes looking apologetic. Yixing just smiled and stroked his neck gently once again.
“I’m really sorry, Sehun. I love you so much. Please, don’t ever think that I don’t.”
Sehun wrapped his arms around Yixing’s middle again and pressed his face back against his abdomen. “I’m sorry, hyung. I’m sorry I’m selfish.”
Yixing laughed, shaking just a bit, and Sehun pulled back and looked up at him in confusion.
“It’s alright, Hunnie. I forgive you. I should have been with you on your birthday.”
“Did you at least get me a present?”
“I did. Let’s go get it.”
Sehun hesitantly got up. Yixing stood as well, taking Sehun’s hand into his and leading him through the dark dorm.
“Where is everyone else, anyways?” he asked as they walked.
Sehun was practically pressed into Yixing, gripping his hand. “They were still drinking.”
“How did you get home?”
“Junmyeon-hyung put me in a cab.”
“Why did you leave early?” Yixing asked as he pushed open the door to his room.
“Because I wanted to be with you.”
Yixing stopped in his doorway and turned to look at Sehun. The young man was slightly hunched over, eyelids looking heavy, but he was focused on Yixing. Yixing smiled gently and reached out to cup the taller man’s face. He leaned in and kissed him sweetly, Sehun’s lips eagerly pressing back.
“How did you get so sweet?” he asked afterwards.
“I was born this way,” Sehun responded smugly, wrapping his arms around Yixing.
The elder always found it funny that Sehun was such a cuddly person. All he ever wanted to do was wrap himself around Yixing. The Chinese man didn’t want to admit he actually really loved it. Sehun leaned his face against Yixing’s neck, letting out a soft sigh. Yixing immediately felt a shiver go down his spine. Curse his sensitive neck.
“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” he asked as he pulled Sehun into the room and toward his bed.
Sehun’s eyes lit up at the sight of the bed and he threw himself onto it immediately, releasing Yixing.
“I take that as a yes,” Yixing said with a laugh, going to dig around in his dresser.
He pulled out a medium sized box and carried it over to the bed. Sehun rolled onto his side and propped himself up with an elbow.
“Here.”
Yixing offered the box to him and he took it, pulling the ribbon off of it to untie it. He lifted the lid to see his gifts. Inside was a gift card to his favorite bubble tea place, a new set of white headphones, a BoA CD he’d been looking for, and an assortment of candy. He laughed and smiled, pressing the box into his chest.
“Thanks, hyung.”
Yixing sat on the bed beside him. “I know it’s not much, but it’s all I could scrounge up amid schedules.”
Sehun pushed the box away and reached up to pull Yixing down to the bed with him. “It’s okay. All I really want is to be with you.”
Yixing smiled a bit and kissed Sehun’s nose. “Are you sleepy?”
Sehun’s eyelids were drooping again. He let out a little hum.
“Let’s get you undressed and then we can go to sleep, okay?”
Sehun agreed and sat up slowly with Yixing. He unpinned the button on his shirt, setting it in his present box, which he put on the nightstand. He then pulled Sehun’s shirt up and over his head after untucking it from his jeans. Sehun got up to remove his jeans, though he had trouble with the zipper, hands not moving how he wanted. Yixing helped him without a word, folding up Sehun’s clothes and setting them on the nightstand as well. Sehun, only in his boxers, pulled back the covers and climbed underneath them. Yixing laughed, changing his own clothes then. At the last minute, he decided to slip on Sehun’s shirt to sleep in, smiling. He climbed into the bed beside Sehun, who immediately pulled him flush against him in an embrace once he’d shut the light off. The elder chuckled a bit before getting comfortable, his back pressed against Sehun’s chest.
“Will Jongdae-hyung mind if I sleep in here?” Sehun said, eyes shut and hands pressed firmly against Yixing’s belly.
Yixing let out a soft sigh as he relaxed into the taller male’s hold. “If he has a problem with it, he can sleep in Minseok’s room. Or your room.”
Sehun laughed breathily, pressing a light kiss to Yixing’s neck, which made him shudder lightly. Sehun tightened his arms around him for just a moment.
“I wanted to have sex…but I’m drunk.”
Yixing rested a hand on top of one of Sehun’s as he closed his eyes. “It’s okay. Morning sex is also a good kind to have.”
The maknae let out a little hum, already drifting off into sleep. “Night, hyung…love you.”
Yixing smiled and relaxed once again. “Good night, Sehun. Happy birthday.”
By the time the other members returned to the dorm, the birthday boy and his lover had already peacefully fallen asleep together.
Author's Note: Just something for Sehunnie's birthday. It started out sadder than I wanted, but I liked how it turned out in the end. I like to imagine Sehun is a big cuddle bug.