Sanctuary [4/5]
Title: sanctuary
# of chapters: 5 ( + prologue and epilogue )
Word Count: 24, 045
Pairing: ChanHun | KaiSoo | HunHan | KrisHan
Bands: EXO (main) | Super Junior (side)
Rating: PG
Warning: character death | mention pf suicide
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Summary: The brown, leather bound journal had five hundred pages filled with infinite words of affection that would last for eternity, beyond dreams and perfection - words that would continually become a mocking bird and soar above the horizon, chasing a falcon without caring about the cliff at the end of the labyrinth because yes, mocking birds could also fly.
A/N: cross-posted on AFF
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Chapter IV (Final): Obnoxious
One fifty six in the morning. Chanyeol really couldn’t remember when was the last time he went home that late from hanging out with a friend. His nights would usually just be occupied by work, his homework, Sehun’s homework, or him, looking like a spring roll in the middle of winter - wrapped up in the Pororo comforter Kyungsoo gave to all of them the past Christmas - eating a bowl of ramen and either bawling his eyes out over some dramatic film he would find on Netflix or laugh his ass out over some rerun of whatever variety show was on TV. On very rare nights, Sehun would come home early, with a red box dvd in hand or a new game the younger stole from Jongin’s stash. Those were Chanyeol’s favorite nights. It hadn’t really happened a lot in past few days. The boy had been out of the house almost ninety percent of the time. They would only see each other in school, sometimes at that bubble tea shop across their university where Jongdae worked at. Chanyeol felt very lonely - Kyungsoo was avoiding him like a plague, which would also equal to Jongin not hanging out with him, Baekhyun and Jongdae were both busy with the upcoming winter musical, Joonmyeon was somehow out of the planet lately and have been acting rather weirdly, and so was Minseok. He once thought something happened between the two, he just never felt the urge to ask. He was actually almost half way through his routine; he just added a few matches of league of legends and some Mario kart and he really didn’t know what got into him and he just found himself dialing the phone number he found written on the note that came with the congratulatory gift Yixing gave him. The elder was very shy and timid, although not bad for a company on a Friday night - way better than being a couch potato and feeling bad about himself and how he did not have a life until the wee hours of the night.
Hanging out with Zhang Yixing wasn’t really that bad, although half of the time was spent in silence accompanied by awkward sighs and fiddling of fingers. He did learn a few things about the elder. He learned that Zhang Yixing apparently also liked music like him, that the elder also wrote some songs when on his free time. Yixing also had this nickname - Lay. Chanyeol also found out that Yixing falls asleep very easily when the elder just randomly dozed off during their bus ride home. They both missed their stops and had to walk back. It was also quite funny how Yixing just lived a few blocks away from their apartment. With just a few hours of spending time with the elder, Chanyeol just concluded that Lay would make a really good friend - a listener, somebody he hadn’t had in quite a while. Kyungsoo was more of a nagger than a listener, MInseok would usually just get distracted by a tiniest thing, he wouldn’t even want mention Jongdae and Baekhyun - those two were just horrible in personal conversations, he wasn’t close enough to Joonmyeon and Jongin, and Sehun, that boy just stopped listening to anybody a long time ago. With Yixing, it seemed like he found the comfort he had been longing for. It was almost like Yixing’s company was giving him the solace he had once lost, along with the random cute boy he found dancing in his secret hideaway ages ago.
One fifty seven in the morning, he was still looking for his keycard that somehow decided to not be in his pocket that night. He was about to fish his cell from his back pocket when the doorknob suddenly turned and a familiar face was just inches away from his, brows raised, eyes almost disappearing into slits. He knew that look. Truthfully, it was freakier than Kyungoo’s eyes almost bulging out of its sockets. Chanyeol wanted to run.
“Welcome home.” The tone was too cold, it made Chanyeol shiver. “Step inside. You’ll catch a cold.”
Chanyeol did what he was told, only to feel colder when the younger just walked past him. Sehun’s cold shoulder could battle Antarctica’s, it was ridiculous. It reminded him of getting trapped in a huge freezer on a winter night - which totally didn’t happen to him in person; just don’t ask Minseok what have they’ve been doing in their neighbor - Kim Ryeowook’s ice cream factory on the Christmas eve of 2003.
“Sehun-ah?”
“What?”
“You’re home.”
“So?”
“It’s Friday.”
“Your point is?”
The silence was almost deafening. Sehun refused to talk and the face Chanyeol was making was just too amusing for him. He had been avoiding the elder the past few days for reasons he really couldn’t explain himself. He just felt like he should give his best friend some space. He had been sleeping over at Zitao’s, sometimes at Joonmyeon’s for almost a week until he got tired and decided that space could go fuck itself, and maybe swim in a pool of lava after. He missed his own bed, and so as the giant that could snore like a hippo until daybreak. He spent about an hour trying to bust Jongin’s door lock, mixing up number combinations, until the idiot inside him realized that maybe he should try the day between Kyungsoo’s and Jongin’s birthdays. It was too cheesy that he had his nose scrunched when he heard the familiar click - telling him that he could walk into Kim Jongin’s studio apartment and grab whatever game he felt like taking so he could spend the whole night laughing at how Park Chanyeol sucked at every single video game ever existed. He also almost begged Kyungsoo to make food for him right before the elder started getting ready for work. In Sehun’s head, everything was going to be perfect. He got movies, games, and food - everything he needed to keep him and his best friend entertained the whole night. The only thing he didn’t check was the fact that his best friend actually had a life, and that Park Chanyeol’s world didn’t revolve around him - Do Kyungsoo’s words. He even remembered a “What if he left you? What if he decided that you’re such an asshole and he can’t stand you anymore?” and a trail of more what ifs that came after Sehun’s mind started wandering in dark places he had never really thought about - places with no round, sparkly eyes, awfully styled hair, extremely long limbs, obnoxiously deep laughers, terribly huge ears - places without Park Chanyeol in it. Sehun’s tears almost fell. What had he done?
Oh Sehun lied. He perfectly knew why he tried to stay away from Chanyeol. Kyungsoo finally snapped at him and rubbed on his face how much of an asshole he had been ever since the day Luhan cheated on him. It was quite an eye opener to be honest, especially that black eye he had after the very calm conversation he had with Kyungsoo. Sehun was hurt when his heart got broken, but Chanyeol was the one that suffered the most. The elder was always there whenever Sehun would feel like crying. Chanyeol was there when he got a tiny bit stupid and decided that life was not such a paradise and that he should just end his own. Chanyeol was there when his wrist was covered in crimson liquid, life slowly fading away. Chanyeol was always there whenever Sehun would need somebody to pick him up whenever he would fall down. Chanyeol was always there when Sehun needed a ride when he got so wasted he couldn’t even open his eyes, slurring incoherent words that usually ended in how he hated the world. Chanyeol was always there, asking for nothing in return. Chanyeol was always willing to do anything for him, yet Sehun failed to see it. It made Sehun feel like he was the most horrible best friend ever walked on the planet. Maybe he really was. How he wished he could turn back time.
“Sehun-ah?”
“You left this on the counter. Were you such in a hurry to go wherever you went to?” Sehun handed Chanyeol his keycard and almost smack his head on the nearest wall when he realized what just happened. Sehun almost snickered. Chanyeol still hadn’t changed; the elder was still as dumb as cork and as naïve as the boy with an awfully awkward pair of long legs and round eyes he met decades ago.
“How did you know I was at the door?”
“I don’t know. I just did.” He shrugged. Not that he was checking the peephole every ten seconds.
Chanyeol grinned, turning Sehun’s coldness into a puddle of goo and fluffiness that started rolling around their two bedroom apartment. Sehun could never stay mad at Chanyeol nor could he pretend to be mad at the elder - it was just impossible like how Chanyeol could never say no to him. He really wasn’t sure how it happened but he found himself, and his giant of a best friend, cuddling in their velvet couch, watching some sort of movie Chanyeol managed to hijack from the library’s system. It was this old film that was made by a student named Kim Kibum ages ago. He was actually about to beg for Chanyeol to turn the movie off if not for the familiar faces that flashed on the screen - Kim Heechul, Park Jungsu, Lee Hyukjae, Choi Siwon and some other professors from other departments. Sehun thought it was hilarious, and made a mental note that he should mention the film the next time he sees Professor Kim.
“Sehun-ah.” Chanyeol snuggled to the crook of Sehun’s neck. It made the younger shiver.
“Mmm?”
“Why were you mad at me?”
“I wasn’t. I was just.” Sehun paused, licking his chapped lower lip as he started playing with his best friend’s hair. “Disappointed. Disppointed that you weren’t home when I got here. Disappointed that I actually thought you would always be here waiting for me. I was disappointed when I went to the bus stop and saw you with Yixing. I was disappointed .. ” He trailed off, wavering, focusing on everything else except Chanyeol. “I was jealous.”
“Oh.” Chanyeol was speechless, it was the first. “Really.”
“I mean you know, I’m aware that your world does not revolve around me. And I’ve been a huge asshole ever since that Luhan thing and I’ve been neglecting you lately. But Hyung, I swear, I haven’t forgotten about you and I appreciate every single thing you’ve done for me. And I really have no idea what am I gonna do without you.”
“I won’t leave you. I promise.”
Chanyeol sighed, making Sehun froze. There was a sudden jolt of electricity that flowed through his system as soon as Chanyeol’s breath lingered on his skin, creating some sort of dance party in the pit of his stomach. And as soon as their eyes met, something inside him exploded. Everything suddenly became a little too stuffy, making the pair snuggle closer to each other. A tornado of thoughts and sensations circled his whole being as his heart started thumping. The feeling was strange yet very familiar - something he had been feeling since forever but been ignoring the whole time. The feeling was familiar yet very frightening; the kind of feeling that would make him want to flip the universe and dance with Martians.
“Sehun-ah.”
“Yeah hyung?”
Words started dancing on Park Chanyeol’s tongue, almost like every single letter of the alphabet just decided to swirl around his brain. Characters and symbols crowding his thoughts, heart racing as he slowly drowned in his pit of hidden emotions and unspoken feelings. It was almost like that night, that night when a pair of crescent eyes bore through his soul as his whole being shivered. It was almost like that night when a pair of chapped, alcohol soaked lips brushed on his making every bit of fiber in his body ache. Chanyeol wanted to run yet was paralyzed when the same pair of crescent eyes fluttered open, making time stop ticking. It was almost exactly like that one night yet everything was different.
Oh Sehun was very coherent. The fear and sparkle that was cavorting in Park Chanyeol’s eyes was almost too visible. The heavy breathing, consorted by an irregular rhythm of hearts quickly synchronizing into one was almost too apparent.
“Stop thinking Hyung and just do it.”
It was when a husky voice whispered to his ear along with fingers tracing the contours of his cheeks down to his jaw, Park Chanyeol concluded what was different. It was when the same pair of chapped, not alcohol soaked lips, brushed on his one more time, Park Chanyeol realized that it had always been different. It was when a tug was felt on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, Park Chanyeol thought that maybe, just maybe, it was a good kind of different - his best kind of different.
“Sehun-ah, I love you.”
A decade of clandestine emotions and unspoken words, summed up in a sentence that was lost in gentle clashing of lips and racing hearts.
“I know.”
It was when childhood best friends decided that they were both too overdressed as quivering hands started to ache for more bare skin to caress, Park Chanyeol realized that it really was a good kind of different. It was when low groans and moans echoed in their used to be just laughter filled apartment, Park Chanyeol discerned that yes, it was his best kind of different.
A/N: smut part goes to blacmeissa
Sehun’s addicting taste lingered in his mouth as Chanyeol’s desire filled gaze swept over the younger. The ache to worship his milky skin with his hands, lips, tongue or whatever else he could think of pulsated through his veins till him and his member couldn’t take it anymore. Pulling their hips together, their clothed erections rubbed against each other, igniting fireworks of emotions he felt for the one he loved. He heard Sehun gasped before he grabbed both of his cheeks and kissed him fully.
“I love you” slipped in between the elder’s lips again before Chanyeol deepened their kiss. And he meant it, Sehun was beautiful, he deserved the love and passion Chanyeol was about to instill in the younger’s lithe body. Thin arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his own dark tresses.
“Sehun-ah.” He whispered but the boy on the receiving end‘s senses were clouded with lust, he didn’t seem to hear. Tongues were seeking entrance; soft, wet sounds filled the apartment and fingers somehow ended up beneath Sehun’s shirt. Parting for air, the younger’s breath hitched when Chanyeol’s fiery touches trailed across his stomach and chest to press and stroke against hard nipples. Soft sighs escaped and he wanted to reap more of those, within minutes his lover’s shirt was on the floor and his chest assaulted sensually.
“Hyung.” came a drawled out moan.
Sehun tilted his head back , hands burying in the elder’s hair again. Chanyeol’s own lips pulled at his nipples for a last time before peppering soft kisses up to the newly exposed skin. Biting down one red mark was followed by many more. If Jongdae was to see crimson spots it would be an endless amount of teasing for the younger but the film student didn’t care. Sehun was his, not any of the guys he slept with and they would know now that they couldn’t touch him like that anymore.
“Hyung…I..I” Chanyeol heard him whisper in between gasps. “I’m sorry.” But the elder didn’t want to hear apologies, only responses to his neck being lavished.
“Don’t be” he muttered and soon Sehun’s pants were casted aside on the couch, he was hoisted against the door, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pressed against him in another bruising kiss.
“ Hyung” Sehun said in a normal voice but Chanyeol didn’t listen.
“Hyung” but Chanyeol continued kissing him.
“HYUNG WILL YOU LISTEN FOR ONCE!” Sehun yelled and smacked him hard as his wide eyed elder stepped back with a whimper. “Why am I the only one naked?” Sehun asked pointedly, glaring at the other’s fully clothed body.
Chanyeol wanted to facepalm, no hit himself against the door for getting caught up and forgetting that
“Oh right!” and in his haste to rid himself of his clothes, he almost dropped Sehun. The younger sighed and placed his hand on where Chanyeol was about lift his shirt.
“Silly hyung, I’m supposed to do that.”
The bedroom door creaked once more with two naked bodies pressed against it and the muffled moans echoed once more until Chanyeol opened the door, Sehun stopped him one more time.
“No hyung, this is my room.” The memories of his heartbreak and the stupid things he did in there to forget it still haunted that room. This was different, he didn’t want his lover mingling in the past after all the hurt and pain it caused him. “I want to do it in your room.” He smiled and Chanyeol understood.
Seconds went by before Sehun was pressed against the sheets of Chanyeol’s bed, teeth nipping at pillowy lips and their hands explore each other. Sehun let out a soft cry, feeling him suddenly being prepped. His whole body writhed with torturous pleasure on the bed, the more he moaned the more fingers he got inside him. Chanyeol felt his waist being straddled and knew his dongsaeng arching beneath him needed more than just slick fingers and crushing assaults in his lips.
His lover’s body flushed like the colour of his hair and body shimmering in sweat, from the look in his glossy brown eyes, he knew that Sehun was ready but still out of care , he stroked Sehun’s cheek.
“ Sehun-ah are you su…”
“Yes I’m sure hyung” the other breathed cutting him off. “I’ve wanted this for a while.”
“ I’ll be careful “ Chanyeol pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Do whatever hyung.”
Thighs were quickly parted and his hips brush teasingly against the boy on the bed. More writhing, eager hands grasp the bed sheets and the teasing rubs continued. He bit his lip holding back his moans, and then watched himself grab his slim waist and disappear in between those parted thighs little by little. Sehun arched off the bed once more, intense pleasure rushing through him.
“I love you.” He moaned long and low. “Sehun-ah” came the deep baritone voice. Bending over to bury himself in the other’s neck, his dark hair receiving a few pets, their movements started off slow and gentle. He wanted the blush pink boy to become accustomed to the feeling. Their purrs filled the room before it became a frenzy of thrusts and pants. Chanyeol couldn’t hold back his deep moans. He didn’t think anything could have felt this good, he was making love to his best friend and the way Sehun’s body responded to his thrusts there was nothing more amazing. The pleasure rippling from their stomachs to between their thighs was the only thing that mattered, the bad feelings were gone.
“Hyung” Sehun’s lust filled voice called to him. “You bubble pop better than HyunA.”
Chanyeol raisesd his head from his neck at pecked at his lips for the comment. “I’ll… take that..as.. as a compliment” he panted as the sliding of skin continued.
Sehun was a nightmare yet he was the best thing that ever happened to him. He hoped silently that from what they were doing, Sehun would feel the love that he harbored for him after so long. He never imagined at the start that their hips would be rolling against each other or that he would ever get the chance of enjoying Sehun’s heat or skin like this. This was much better than the first time because Sehun was here moving against him and moaning along with him.
He thought it was a dream until Sehun clawed at his back, eyes open and he knew he was in reality. “I’m…” the younger had no time to continue as the older’s thrusts became harder and more intense working to bring his lover to the end. He wanted it to last as long as it could but it would be impossible. Then again Sehun was his now, they would have all the time in the world for more sensual romps. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stroked Sehun’s erection and continued pushing down hard and fast as he could. Feeling a pair of arms encircle his shoulders and legs straddle his waist in a painful grip, he filled his close friend for the last time. A new kind of life found reflected in Sehun’s eyes as his orgasm spread through his body and his release spread on their chests. Maybe it was the new life he would now experience with Chanyeol.
The fiery passion still licked at Sehun’s body and he didn’t unwrap himself until it cooled off. Chanyeol kneeled above him, still connected inside of him. His lover’s face was the same shade as his hair, he panted, pale chest rising and dropping slowly. He looked almost like an angel. He closed his eyes, spread his legs around the elder’s waist once more and began thrusting against Chanyeol. “You didn’t come hyung.” He whispered rising to slide up and down Chanyeol’s cock in his own sexual trance. Sighs of pleasure and Sehun’s name escaped his lips like a prayer. Sehun’s tongue moistened his bottom lip and he curled his own around it. He felt the urge to come approaching, clenching his stomach he tried to ward it off in order to enjoy the boy moving erotically on him but in the end it was too much. He grabbed Sehun’s hips pressing it on his erect member, a drawled baritone moan escapes down Sehun’s throat and his release stained the bed sheets.
*****
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# of chapters: 5 ( + prologue and epilogue )
Word Count: 24, 045
Pairing: ChanHun | KaiSoo | HunHan | KrisHan
Bands: EXO (main) | Super Junior (side)
Rating: PG
Warning: character death | mention pf suicide
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Summary: The brown, leather bound journal had five hundred pages filled with infinite words of affection that would last for eternity, beyond dreams and perfection - words that would continually become a mocking bird and soar above the horizon, chasing a falcon without caring about the cliff at the end of the labyrinth because yes, mocking birds could also fly.
A/N: cross-posted on AFF
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Chapter IV (Final): Obnoxious
One fifty six in the morning. Chanyeol really couldn’t remember when was the last time he went home that late from hanging out with a friend. His nights would usually just be occupied by work, his homework, Sehun’s homework, or him, looking like a spring roll in the middle of winter - wrapped up in the Pororo comforter Kyungsoo gave to all of them the past Christmas - eating a bowl of ramen and either bawling his eyes out over some dramatic film he would find on Netflix or laugh his ass out over some rerun of whatever variety show was on TV. On very rare nights, Sehun would come home early, with a red box dvd in hand or a new game the younger stole from Jongin’s stash. Those were Chanyeol’s favorite nights. It hadn’t really happened a lot in past few days. The boy had been out of the house almost ninety percent of the time. They would only see each other in school, sometimes at that bubble tea shop across their university where Jongdae worked at. Chanyeol felt very lonely - Kyungsoo was avoiding him like a plague, which would also equal to Jongin not hanging out with him, Baekhyun and Jongdae were both busy with the upcoming winter musical, Joonmyeon was somehow out of the planet lately and have been acting rather weirdly, and so was Minseok. He once thought something happened between the two, he just never felt the urge to ask. He was actually almost half way through his routine; he just added a few matches of league of legends and some Mario kart and he really didn’t know what got into him and he just found himself dialing the phone number he found written on the note that came with the congratulatory gift Yixing gave him. The elder was very shy and timid, although not bad for a company on a Friday night - way better than being a couch potato and feeling bad about himself and how he did not have a life until the wee hours of the night.
Hanging out with Zhang Yixing wasn’t really that bad, although half of the time was spent in silence accompanied by awkward sighs and fiddling of fingers. He did learn a few things about the elder. He learned that Zhang Yixing apparently also liked music like him, that the elder also wrote some songs when on his free time. Yixing also had this nickname - Lay. Chanyeol also found out that Yixing falls asleep very easily when the elder just randomly dozed off during their bus ride home. They both missed their stops and had to walk back. It was also quite funny how Yixing just lived a few blocks away from their apartment. With just a few hours of spending time with the elder, Chanyeol just concluded that Lay would make a really good friend - a listener, somebody he hadn’t had in quite a while. Kyungsoo was more of a nagger than a listener, MInseok would usually just get distracted by a tiniest thing, he wouldn’t even want mention Jongdae and Baekhyun - those two were just horrible in personal conversations, he wasn’t close enough to Joonmyeon and Jongin, and Sehun, that boy just stopped listening to anybody a long time ago. With Yixing, it seemed like he found the comfort he had been longing for. It was almost like Yixing’s company was giving him the solace he had once lost, along with the random cute boy he found dancing in his secret hideaway ages ago.
One fifty seven in the morning, he was still looking for his keycard that somehow decided to not be in his pocket that night. He was about to fish his cell from his back pocket when the doorknob suddenly turned and a familiar face was just inches away from his, brows raised, eyes almost disappearing into slits. He knew that look. Truthfully, it was freakier than Kyungoo’s eyes almost bulging out of its sockets. Chanyeol wanted to run.
“Welcome home.” The tone was too cold, it made Chanyeol shiver. “Step inside. You’ll catch a cold.”
Chanyeol did what he was told, only to feel colder when the younger just walked past him. Sehun’s cold shoulder could battle Antarctica’s, it was ridiculous. It reminded him of getting trapped in a huge freezer on a winter night - which totally didn’t happen to him in person; just don’t ask Minseok what have they’ve been doing in their neighbor - Kim Ryeowook’s ice cream factory on the Christmas eve of 2003.
“Sehun-ah?”
“What?”
“You’re home.”
“So?”
“It’s Friday.”
“Your point is?”
The silence was almost deafening. Sehun refused to talk and the face Chanyeol was making was just too amusing for him. He had been avoiding the elder the past few days for reasons he really couldn’t explain himself. He just felt like he should give his best friend some space. He had been sleeping over at Zitao’s, sometimes at Joonmyeon’s for almost a week until he got tired and decided that space could go fuck itself, and maybe swim in a pool of lava after. He missed his own bed, and so as the giant that could snore like a hippo until daybreak. He spent about an hour trying to bust Jongin’s door lock, mixing up number combinations, until the idiot inside him realized that maybe he should try the day between Kyungsoo’s and Jongin’s birthdays. It was too cheesy that he had his nose scrunched when he heard the familiar click - telling him that he could walk into Kim Jongin’s studio apartment and grab whatever game he felt like taking so he could spend the whole night laughing at how Park Chanyeol sucked at every single video game ever existed. He also almost begged Kyungsoo to make food for him right before the elder started getting ready for work. In Sehun’s head, everything was going to be perfect. He got movies, games, and food - everything he needed to keep him and his best friend entertained the whole night. The only thing he didn’t check was the fact that his best friend actually had a life, and that Park Chanyeol’s world didn’t revolve around him - Do Kyungsoo’s words. He even remembered a “What if he left you? What if he decided that you’re such an asshole and he can’t stand you anymore?” and a trail of more what ifs that came after Sehun’s mind started wandering in dark places he had never really thought about - places with no round, sparkly eyes, awfully styled hair, extremely long limbs, obnoxiously deep laughers, terribly huge ears - places without Park Chanyeol in it. Sehun’s tears almost fell. What had he done?
Oh Sehun lied. He perfectly knew why he tried to stay away from Chanyeol. Kyungsoo finally snapped at him and rubbed on his face how much of an asshole he had been ever since the day Luhan cheated on him. It was quite an eye opener to be honest, especially that black eye he had after the very calm conversation he had with Kyungsoo. Sehun was hurt when his heart got broken, but Chanyeol was the one that suffered the most. The elder was always there whenever Sehun would feel like crying. Chanyeol was there when he got a tiny bit stupid and decided that life was not such a paradise and that he should just end his own. Chanyeol was there when his wrist was covered in crimson liquid, life slowly fading away. Chanyeol was always there whenever Sehun would need somebody to pick him up whenever he would fall down. Chanyeol was always there when Sehun needed a ride when he got so wasted he couldn’t even open his eyes, slurring incoherent words that usually ended in how he hated the world. Chanyeol was always there, asking for nothing in return. Chanyeol was always willing to do anything for him, yet Sehun failed to see it. It made Sehun feel like he was the most horrible best friend ever walked on the planet. Maybe he really was. How he wished he could turn back time.
“Sehun-ah?”
“You left this on the counter. Were you such in a hurry to go wherever you went to?” Sehun handed Chanyeol his keycard and almost smack his head on the nearest wall when he realized what just happened. Sehun almost snickered. Chanyeol still hadn’t changed; the elder was still as dumb as cork and as naïve as the boy with an awfully awkward pair of long legs and round eyes he met decades ago.
“How did you know I was at the door?”
“I don’t know. I just did.” He shrugged. Not that he was checking the peephole every ten seconds.
Chanyeol grinned, turning Sehun’s coldness into a puddle of goo and fluffiness that started rolling around their two bedroom apartment. Sehun could never stay mad at Chanyeol nor could he pretend to be mad at the elder - it was just impossible like how Chanyeol could never say no to him. He really wasn’t sure how it happened but he found himself, and his giant of a best friend, cuddling in their velvet couch, watching some sort of movie Chanyeol managed to hijack from the library’s system. It was this old film that was made by a student named Kim Kibum ages ago. He was actually about to beg for Chanyeol to turn the movie off if not for the familiar faces that flashed on the screen - Kim Heechul, Park Jungsu, Lee Hyukjae, Choi Siwon and some other professors from other departments. Sehun thought it was hilarious, and made a mental note that he should mention the film the next time he sees Professor Kim.
“Sehun-ah.” Chanyeol snuggled to the crook of Sehun’s neck. It made the younger shiver.
“Mmm?”
“Why were you mad at me?”
“I wasn’t. I was just.” Sehun paused, licking his chapped lower lip as he started playing with his best friend’s hair. “Disappointed. Disppointed that you weren’t home when I got here. Disappointed that I actually thought you would always be here waiting for me. I was disappointed when I went to the bus stop and saw you with Yixing. I was disappointed .. ” He trailed off, wavering, focusing on everything else except Chanyeol. “I was jealous.”
“Oh.” Chanyeol was speechless, it was the first. “Really.”
“I mean you know, I’m aware that your world does not revolve around me. And I’ve been a huge asshole ever since that Luhan thing and I’ve been neglecting you lately. But Hyung, I swear, I haven’t forgotten about you and I appreciate every single thing you’ve done for me. And I really have no idea what am I gonna do without you.”
“I won’t leave you. I promise.”
Chanyeol sighed, making Sehun froze. There was a sudden jolt of electricity that flowed through his system as soon as Chanyeol’s breath lingered on his skin, creating some sort of dance party in the pit of his stomach. And as soon as their eyes met, something inside him exploded. Everything suddenly became a little too stuffy, making the pair snuggle closer to each other. A tornado of thoughts and sensations circled his whole being as his heart started thumping. The feeling was strange yet very familiar - something he had been feeling since forever but been ignoring the whole time. The feeling was familiar yet very frightening; the kind of feeling that would make him want to flip the universe and dance with Martians.
“Sehun-ah.”
“Yeah hyung?”
Words started dancing on Park Chanyeol’s tongue, almost like every single letter of the alphabet just decided to swirl around his brain. Characters and symbols crowding his thoughts, heart racing as he slowly drowned in his pit of hidden emotions and unspoken feelings. It was almost like that night, that night when a pair of crescent eyes bore through his soul as his whole being shivered. It was almost like that night when a pair of chapped, alcohol soaked lips brushed on his making every bit of fiber in his body ache. Chanyeol wanted to run yet was paralyzed when the same pair of crescent eyes fluttered open, making time stop ticking. It was almost exactly like that one night yet everything was different.
Oh Sehun was very coherent. The fear and sparkle that was cavorting in Park Chanyeol’s eyes was almost too visible. The heavy breathing, consorted by an irregular rhythm of hearts quickly synchronizing into one was almost too apparent.
“Stop thinking Hyung and just do it.”
It was when a husky voice whispered to his ear along with fingers tracing the contours of his cheeks down to his jaw, Park Chanyeol concluded what was different. It was when the same pair of chapped, not alcohol soaked lips, brushed on his one more time, Park Chanyeol realized that it had always been different. It was when a tug was felt on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, Park Chanyeol thought that maybe, just maybe, it was a good kind of different - his best kind of different.
“Sehun-ah, I love you.”
A decade of clandestine emotions and unspoken words, summed up in a sentence that was lost in gentle clashing of lips and racing hearts.
“I know.”
It was when childhood best friends decided that they were both too overdressed as quivering hands started to ache for more bare skin to caress, Park Chanyeol realized that it really was a good kind of different. It was when low groans and moans echoed in their used to be just laughter filled apartment, Park Chanyeol discerned that yes, it was his best kind of different.
A/N: smut part goes to blacmeissa
Sehun’s addicting taste lingered in his mouth as Chanyeol’s desire filled gaze swept over the younger. The ache to worship his milky skin with his hands, lips, tongue or whatever else he could think of pulsated through his veins till him and his member couldn’t take it anymore. Pulling their hips together, their clothed erections rubbed against each other, igniting fireworks of emotions he felt for the one he loved. He heard Sehun gasped before he grabbed both of his cheeks and kissed him fully.
“I love you” slipped in between the elder’s lips again before Chanyeol deepened their kiss. And he meant it, Sehun was beautiful, he deserved the love and passion Chanyeol was about to instill in the younger’s lithe body. Thin arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his own dark tresses.
“Sehun-ah.” He whispered but the boy on the receiving end‘s senses were clouded with lust, he didn’t seem to hear. Tongues were seeking entrance; soft, wet sounds filled the apartment and fingers somehow ended up beneath Sehun’s shirt. Parting for air, the younger’s breath hitched when Chanyeol’s fiery touches trailed across his stomach and chest to press and stroke against hard nipples. Soft sighs escaped and he wanted to reap more of those, within minutes his lover’s shirt was on the floor and his chest assaulted sensually.
“Hyung.” came a drawled out moan.
Sehun tilted his head back , hands burying in the elder’s hair again. Chanyeol’s own lips pulled at his nipples for a last time before peppering soft kisses up to the newly exposed skin. Biting down one red mark was followed by many more. If Jongdae was to see crimson spots it would be an endless amount of teasing for the younger but the film student didn’t care. Sehun was his, not any of the guys he slept with and they would know now that they couldn’t touch him like that anymore.
“Hyung…I..I” Chanyeol heard him whisper in between gasps. “I’m sorry.” But the elder didn’t want to hear apologies, only responses to his neck being lavished.
“Don’t be” he muttered and soon Sehun’s pants were casted aside on the couch, he was hoisted against the door, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pressed against him in another bruising kiss.
“ Hyung” Sehun said in a normal voice but Chanyeol didn’t listen.
“Hyung” but Chanyeol continued kissing him.
“HYUNG WILL YOU LISTEN FOR ONCE!” Sehun yelled and smacked him hard as his wide eyed elder stepped back with a whimper. “Why am I the only one naked?” Sehun asked pointedly, glaring at the other’s fully clothed body.
Chanyeol wanted to facepalm, no hit himself against the door for getting caught up and forgetting that
“Oh right!” and in his haste to rid himself of his clothes, he almost dropped Sehun. The younger sighed and placed his hand on where Chanyeol was about lift his shirt.
“Silly hyung, I’m supposed to do that.”
The bedroom door creaked once more with two naked bodies pressed against it and the muffled moans echoed once more until Chanyeol opened the door, Sehun stopped him one more time.
“No hyung, this is my room.” The memories of his heartbreak and the stupid things he did in there to forget it still haunted that room. This was different, he didn’t want his lover mingling in the past after all the hurt and pain it caused him. “I want to do it in your room.” He smiled and Chanyeol understood.
Seconds went by before Sehun was pressed against the sheets of Chanyeol’s bed, teeth nipping at pillowy lips and their hands explore each other. Sehun let out a soft cry, feeling him suddenly being prepped. His whole body writhed with torturous pleasure on the bed, the more he moaned the more fingers he got inside him. Chanyeol felt his waist being straddled and knew his dongsaeng arching beneath him needed more than just slick fingers and crushing assaults in his lips.
His lover’s body flushed like the colour of his hair and body shimmering in sweat, from the look in his glossy brown eyes, he knew that Sehun was ready but still out of care , he stroked Sehun’s cheek.
“ Sehun-ah are you su…”
“Yes I’m sure hyung” the other breathed cutting him off. “I’ve wanted this for a while.”
“ I’ll be careful “ Chanyeol pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Do whatever hyung.”
Thighs were quickly parted and his hips brush teasingly against the boy on the bed. More writhing, eager hands grasp the bed sheets and the teasing rubs continued. He bit his lip holding back his moans, and then watched himself grab his slim waist and disappear in between those parted thighs little by little. Sehun arched off the bed once more, intense pleasure rushing through him.
“I love you.” He moaned long and low. “Sehun-ah” came the deep baritone voice. Bending over to bury himself in the other’s neck, his dark hair receiving a few pets, their movements started off slow and gentle. He wanted the blush pink boy to become accustomed to the feeling. Their purrs filled the room before it became a frenzy of thrusts and pants. Chanyeol couldn’t hold back his deep moans. He didn’t think anything could have felt this good, he was making love to his best friend and the way Sehun’s body responded to his thrusts there was nothing more amazing. The pleasure rippling from their stomachs to between their thighs was the only thing that mattered, the bad feelings were gone.
“Hyung” Sehun’s lust filled voice called to him. “You bubble pop better than HyunA.”
Chanyeol raisesd his head from his neck at pecked at his lips for the comment. “I’ll… take that..as.. as a compliment” he panted as the sliding of skin continued.
Sehun was a nightmare yet he was the best thing that ever happened to him. He hoped silently that from what they were doing, Sehun would feel the love that he harbored for him after so long. He never imagined at the start that their hips would be rolling against each other or that he would ever get the chance of enjoying Sehun’s heat or skin like this. This was much better than the first time because Sehun was here moving against him and moaning along with him.
He thought it was a dream until Sehun clawed at his back, eyes open and he knew he was in reality. “I’m…” the younger had no time to continue as the older’s thrusts became harder and more intense working to bring his lover to the end. He wanted it to last as long as it could but it would be impossible. Then again Sehun was his now, they would have all the time in the world for more sensual romps. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stroked Sehun’s erection and continued pushing down hard and fast as he could. Feeling a pair of arms encircle his shoulders and legs straddle his waist in a painful grip, he filled his close friend for the last time. A new kind of life found reflected in Sehun’s eyes as his orgasm spread through his body and his release spread on their chests. Maybe it was the new life he would now experience with Chanyeol.
The fiery passion still licked at Sehun’s body and he didn’t unwrap himself until it cooled off. Chanyeol kneeled above him, still connected inside of him. His lover’s face was the same shade as his hair, he panted, pale chest rising and dropping slowly. He looked almost like an angel. He closed his eyes, spread his legs around the elder’s waist once more and began thrusting against Chanyeol. “You didn’t come hyung.” He whispered rising to slide up and down Chanyeol’s cock in his own sexual trance. Sighs of pleasure and Sehun’s name escaped his lips like a prayer. Sehun’s tongue moistened his bottom lip and he curled his own around it. He felt the urge to come approaching, clenching his stomach he tried to ward it off in order to enjoy the boy moving erotically on him but in the end it was too much. He grabbed Sehun’s hips pressing it on his erect member, a drawled baritone moan escapes down Sehun’s throat and his release stained the bed sheets.
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