Paper Birds, for afiremess, {ending b} [2/2]
Ending B
When Sehun wakes up the next morning, he feels arms around him, feels soft breath on his neck, and he smiles, grins, nearly cries, at the realization that Minseok hasn’t left. He’s still there, wrapped in blankets, small form burrowing into Sehun, and he feels awake, feels the spark of something long gone, the brief moments of happiness coming together into one.
The tiny motel room feels like a grand honeymoon suite to Sehun, like everything he’s ever wanted, and he wants to leap from the bed, wants to type out a story of love, of unicorns prancing through fields of magic on his typewriter, wants to dance, but he also wants to stay here forever, wants to turn his head, and encase Minseok’s mouth with his own, wants to run his fingers through the soft hair he’s missed so much, and Sehun really does cry, tries to muffle his choked sobs, burying his face in the blankets, but Minseok hears, stirs beside him and he freezes, hiccuping.
The man of all his dreams, all his pain, happiness, anger and past sits up, yawning slightly, blinking at Sehun through his sleep, concern showing on his face, reaching out a hand to pull the blankets away from his face, to brush the hair out of Sehun’s eyes, speaking softly.
“Are you okay? Sehun?”
Sehun nods, breathing in harshly, and he throws himself at Minseok, makes himself as small as possible, pulling back to look into deep, marble eyes, to cup Minseok’s face, to wonder at the sight before him, still unsure if it’s real.
“I missed you so much.” He manages to choke out, tears spilling down his cheeks, and he absently registers a soothing hand on his back, sees Minseok frown and feels the gentle brush of lips and collapses into Minseok, touches hesitant, unsure, and Minseok only pulls him tighter, mutters apologies, words of love, and Sehun is so happy, so hopeful, and this is all he’s wanted all along.
Sehun just wanted acceptance, just wanted someone to love him as he is, damaged and all, someone who won’t leave, and Minseok has come back, Minseok isn’t going to leave this time, and he’s overwhelmed, senses in overdrive as he tastes salt on his tongue, hears the quiet lilt of Minseok’s voice in his ears, and allows himself to be rocked to sleep.
All Sehun has ever wanted is a happy ending.
alternative ending a