No Happy Ends for Fools in Love
Title: No Happy Ends for Fools in Love
Length: Drabble
Pairing: Hunhan
Genre: Fluff, Drama?
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~550 w
Prompt: Secret Crush
A/N: I don't know what has gotten into me but suddenly, at 6am, I felt to urge to write this. It's probably delusional bullshit written in a feverish, sleep-induced haze but... here it is. Written for challange #5 of exoplosion!
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It took him by surprise, caught Luhan off guard and brought the fragile equilibrium of their relation in utmost disarray. One sentence had destroyed it all within the 80 milliseconds it took for Luhan’s brain to process the information carried forth by those concoctions of syllables.
Sehun had never been able to refuse any of Luhan’s wishes. Insofar it was a given that, when Luhan - soon to be married to a girl he’d never seen before - proposed Sehun sex, the younger would give in. For the past few months, they had been meeting for a few hours in the evenings under the pretext of business meetings and ink-stained white lies. It was a means of self-destruction to Luhan whilst Sehun’s eyes had been invaded by growing tristess.
“I don’t wanna fuck you anymore,” so he had begun, a snarky reply already having assumed shape on Luhan’s tongue just to be stifled in its very birth as the other elaborated, “I’d rather make love to you, Luhan.”
He had known it already. The other’s feelings had been all too obvious whenever Sehun would feather nimble fingers trough the elder’s hair, amber orbs brimming with affection after another session of tangled limbs laced in the sound of flesh colliding and lewd profanities. Maybe it had been his love, which made Sehun that ideal of a partner in crime. He had wanted to show the younger that there was only suffering ahead for a fool in love, had wanted to teach him a life lesson alike the one he had been forced to learn.
There was no happy end.
So he turned away, letting Sehun face his bare back as he scoffed, voice dripping with abjection.
“I come here to fuck, Sehun.”
Though, despite the cruelty etched into those simple words, Sehun didn’t seem to be as affected by the message as Luhan had expected, wished him to be. A fact which let anger boil up inside of him, irrational in its origin.
“We don’t have to. We can change this -“
“Listen, I don’t like you, Sehun.”
He cut him off and this time the verbal ferocity took effect, for he could hear how Sehun took a sharp breath, as if clutching a gash driven right through his heart. Viscous satisfaction spread like poison through Luhan’s veins. The feeling was destined to be short-lived, however, for Sehun was long not done.
“At least look me in the eyes when you say that. Or maybe you just can’t,“ a strong arm wrapped around his torso and before Luhan could protest, he was lying face to face with the other again, voice cold as ice as Sehun continued, “You’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m not.”
Now it was Luhan’s voice, which was shaking and he hated himself for it but there was nothing he could do when the other pulled his chin up and forced gazes to meet. Then he kissed him, a liplock so tender that he was dissolving in the other’s warmth and Luhan broke inside.
Sehun smiled sickeningly wide once the moment ended. And when he whispered the bitter-sweet truth into Luhan's mouth, they both knew that, maybe, Luhan was the greater fool.
“Admit it already, Luhan. You do like me and you did like me ever since high school. I’m the secret crush you can’t get over.”
Vote! ..if you liked it. ._.<3
Length: Drabble
Pairing: Hunhan
Genre: Fluff, Drama?
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~550 w
Prompt: Secret Crush
A/N: I don't know what has gotten into me but suddenly, at 6am, I felt to urge to write this. It's probably delusional bullshit written in a feverish, sleep-induced haze but... here it is. Written for challange #5 of exoplosion!
____________________________________________________
It took him by surprise, caught Luhan off guard and brought the fragile equilibrium of their relation in utmost disarray. One sentence had destroyed it all within the 80 milliseconds it took for Luhan’s brain to process the information carried forth by those concoctions of syllables.
Sehun had never been able to refuse any of Luhan’s wishes. Insofar it was a given that, when Luhan - soon to be married to a girl he’d never seen before - proposed Sehun sex, the younger would give in. For the past few months, they had been meeting for a few hours in the evenings under the pretext of business meetings and ink-stained white lies. It was a means of self-destruction to Luhan whilst Sehun’s eyes had been invaded by growing tristess.
“I don’t wanna fuck you anymore,” so he had begun, a snarky reply already having assumed shape on Luhan’s tongue just to be stifled in its very birth as the other elaborated, “I’d rather make love to you, Luhan.”
He had known it already. The other’s feelings had been all too obvious whenever Sehun would feather nimble fingers trough the elder’s hair, amber orbs brimming with affection after another session of tangled limbs laced in the sound of flesh colliding and lewd profanities. Maybe it had been his love, which made Sehun that ideal of a partner in crime. He had wanted to show the younger that there was only suffering ahead for a fool in love, had wanted to teach him a life lesson alike the one he had been forced to learn.
There was no happy end.
So he turned away, letting Sehun face his bare back as he scoffed, voice dripping with abjection.
“I come here to fuck, Sehun.”
Though, despite the cruelty etched into those simple words, Sehun didn’t seem to be as affected by the message as Luhan had expected, wished him to be. A fact which let anger boil up inside of him, irrational in its origin.
“We don’t have to. We can change this -“
“Listen, I don’t like you, Sehun.”
He cut him off and this time the verbal ferocity took effect, for he could hear how Sehun took a sharp breath, as if clutching a gash driven right through his heart. Viscous satisfaction spread like poison through Luhan’s veins. The feeling was destined to be short-lived, however, for Sehun was long not done.
“At least look me in the eyes when you say that. Or maybe you just can’t,“ a strong arm wrapped around his torso and before Luhan could protest, he was lying face to face with the other again, voice cold as ice as Sehun continued, “You’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m not.”
Now it was Luhan’s voice, which was shaking and he hated himself for it but there was nothing he could do when the other pulled his chin up and forced gazes to meet. Then he kissed him, a liplock so tender that he was dissolving in the other’s warmth and Luhan broke inside.
Sehun smiled sickeningly wide once the moment ended. And when he whispered the bitter-sweet truth into Luhan's mouth, they both knew that, maybe, Luhan was the greater fool.
“Admit it already, Luhan. You do like me and you did like me ever since high school. I’m the secret crush you can’t get over.”
Vote! ..if you liked it. ._.<3