hunhan short fic
Title: no title (because I suck at titles)
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan (ew)
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~400
Warning: OTPain
A/N: This is me transferring the desire to burn papers into something... positive? Best read with THIS I guess. Triggered by THIS because Sehunnie ;A;
Sehun masters the urge to shake Luhan into rationality when Luhan starts climbing up the stage on the first day of their concert in Beijing. “You need to rest. Look at you, hyung,” he tells Luhan in a voice soft but sharp. “You'll just make everyone worry.” The unspoken You're making me worry sits gingerly on his tongue.
He takes in Luhan's pallid countenance, swollen eyelids and lackluster eyes, and he balls up anger, anxiety and frustration into his fists, knowing Luhan wouldn't listen. Sehun doesn't even know why he'd hoped Luhan would wait till full recovery to perform again. He must have forgotten how important Beijing is for Luhan, how Luhan had spent the past four years dreaming of performing in Beijing in concert. He used to tell Sehun of these dreams, of how fans would be there for EXO (though he somehow never imagined his own ocean) and the cheers would be loud for them. Sehun pictured those times, but Sehun had a healthy, cheerful Luhan, flushed just right from singing and dancing, in mind.
This Luhan in front of him, Sehun had not imagined.
“Relax, Sehunnie, I'm not going to faint,” Luhan cajoles, wearing that smile that often pushed Sehun into obedience. But Sehun is having a hard time believing him. “If I faint,” Luhan adds, “Maybe you could carry me. But that won't happen.”
Sehun only stares at Luhan with a gaze that hopes would bore deep into Luhan and convince Luhan of what is right and not.
“Come on,” says Luhan. “Junmyeon is calling.”
Sehun watches Luhan like a hawk those two nights in Beijing, ready to bolt if something happens. The bitter part of him hopes something does happen just so he could force Luhan into bed, but the better part of him knows he won't be able to handle his own anxiety if that happened.
The hardest part for Sehun is when Luhan holds on to the edge of the scaffolds as his platform descends after his solo. He hates seeing Luhan in this state, and it takes all his will and professionalism not to run across the stage to put an arm around Luhan and take Luhan's attention away from the gaps between the scaffolds and tell a joke to make Luhan forget the height. All Sehun does is run to Luhan backstage and ask, “Hyung, are you okay?”
Luhan flashes a weak grin that Sehun doesn't find reassuring. All the same, Sehun nods and gets out of the way because there is nothing he can do against Luhan's manly pride and stubborn pride.
A/N: also, Ode and Mariel bribed me with Yixing and Junmyeon to write a full one but... ;A;
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan (ew)
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~400
Warning: OTPain
A/N: This is me transferring the desire to burn papers into something... positive? Best read with THIS I guess. Triggered by THIS because Sehunnie ;A;
Sehun masters the urge to shake Luhan into rationality when Luhan starts climbing up the stage on the first day of their concert in Beijing. “You need to rest. Look at you, hyung,” he tells Luhan in a voice soft but sharp. “You'll just make everyone worry.” The unspoken You're making me worry sits gingerly on his tongue.
He takes in Luhan's pallid countenance, swollen eyelids and lackluster eyes, and he balls up anger, anxiety and frustration into his fists, knowing Luhan wouldn't listen. Sehun doesn't even know why he'd hoped Luhan would wait till full recovery to perform again. He must have forgotten how important Beijing is for Luhan, how Luhan had spent the past four years dreaming of performing in Beijing in concert. He used to tell Sehun of these dreams, of how fans would be there for EXO (though he somehow never imagined his own ocean) and the cheers would be loud for them. Sehun pictured those times, but Sehun had a healthy, cheerful Luhan, flushed just right from singing and dancing, in mind.
This Luhan in front of him, Sehun had not imagined.
“Relax, Sehunnie, I'm not going to faint,” Luhan cajoles, wearing that smile that often pushed Sehun into obedience. But Sehun is having a hard time believing him. “If I faint,” Luhan adds, “Maybe you could carry me. But that won't happen.”
Sehun only stares at Luhan with a gaze that hopes would bore deep into Luhan and convince Luhan of what is right and not.
“Come on,” says Luhan. “Junmyeon is calling.”
Sehun watches Luhan like a hawk those two nights in Beijing, ready to bolt if something happens. The bitter part of him hopes something does happen just so he could force Luhan into bed, but the better part of him knows he won't be able to handle his own anxiety if that happened.
The hardest part for Sehun is when Luhan holds on to the edge of the scaffolds as his platform descends after his solo. He hates seeing Luhan in this state, and it takes all his will and professionalism not to run across the stage to put an arm around Luhan and take Luhan's attention away from the gaps between the scaffolds and tell a joke to make Luhan forget the height. All Sehun does is run to Luhan backstage and ask, “Hyung, are you okay?”
Luhan flashes a weak grin that Sehun doesn't find reassuring. All the same, Sehun nods and gets out of the way because there is nothing he can do against Luhan's manly pride and stubborn pride.
A/N: also, Ode and Mariel bribed me with Yixing and Junmyeon to write a full one but... ;A;