#48: Paradise: Part One

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From: Peaches-xo

Title: Paradise
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 37,400
Summary: Sehun has a lot of unhealthy habits in life, Lu Han just happens to be become his latest one.
Warning/s: Profanity, alcohol/drug use, mature adult content & explicit sexual scenes (Top!Sehun), smidgens of Sehun/Jongdae & mentions of Sehun/OMC all throughout.



You got your legs up in the sky
With the devil in your eyes
Let me hear you say you want it all
- Bruno Mars, Gorilla

01

Instead of overthinking the last week’s events through again, Sehun forces every coherent thought to the farthest part of his mind and instead, he concentrates on the glowing embers at the tip of his cigarette.

It’s very much like a punch to the sternum as he takes in the nicotine with a heaved inhale, harsh and comforting as it always is whenever he first lights one up. It’s a disgusting habit, he would quickly admit, but he’d grown dependant on cigarettes a little while after switching towns with his father. It had been after another student at his new school approached him and he never really thought much of it at the time when it was first offered to him; he thought it’d help him gain his first friend here, so he took the cigarette without a second thought.

And however much he coughed and choked when the smoke hit the back of his throat for the very first time, with watering eyes and a chest that was all too tight, he kept wrapping his lips around the butt whenever it was passed in his direction. It was as if he couldn’t say no, he felt compelled to impress the other teen and it had escalated from there; when his silent declines turned into outright yeses, and his addiction grew.

He became reliant on them real quick, after weeks of trying and trying them again, of meeting up with his new friend, of sharing cigarettes in secluded parks and in alcoves on-campus. And it continued to the point that he’d spend his entire lunch-money on them, when he’d stoop as low as to thieve them from his father’s packet whenever he’d spent up his entire weekly allowance.

People had said that young Sehun had come to the new town and got roped in with the wrong crowd, that he was influenced and encouraged by his first friend and would’ve turned out a lot better if he’d just said no, but he doesn’t regret that choice. Not really, because the guy who encouraged Sehun to smoke had also welcomed him into his small circle of friends and they remain friends to this very day. And as far as cigarettes go, they’re the only consistent luxuries in his life that actually keep him sane, especially in darker times in his life.

This darker time in particular being the worst of them all; he can already feel it. From the sting of his cuts, the pain in his ribs and the emptiness in his chest; it’s the first of many long days, he realises as he takes another hefty drag.

“Do you want me to stay with you tonight?”

Allowing his eyes to focus on the brunette entering the living-room, Sehun shakes his head, blows out the smoke in his mouth and offers a stiff smile to lament his refusal. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re still in shock, Sehun-ah.” He explains gently, approaching him from across the room as though he was approaching a wounded animal. “And with what happened last night with your… I really don’t want to leave you on your own here. Not tonight, at least.”

“Really, Jongin.” He tells him, a certain note of finality in the tone of his voice that leaves no room for negotiation and he schools his features into those of blank-nothingness. “This is my home. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

The brunette, Jongin, gives him a cryptic stare but doesn’t press him any further. Instead, he takes an unopened packet of cigarettes out from his jacket pocket and throws them at Sehun with a faint smile. “You’ll need them more than Chanyeol will, he’ll understand when I tell him the news.”

Nodding, he fingers the packet blindly, tightening it within his grasp as his eyes work their way over to the empty high-backed chair by the open fireplace. And looking at it in all of his vacant glory, it feels as though the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Hot tears line-up along the rims of his eyes in that same second and he blinks frantically, gaze lowering to his own lap to conceal them from Jongin’s hawk-like gaze.

He breathes in, out, in, out, in, out - but he feels tight-chested still, like he’s gone back three years in time to when he took that hit from Chanyeol’s cigarette and choked at the tender age of fifteen. But this time, he isn’t just choking, he’s choking up and he can’t do that with Jongin there. Not when Jongin is that one friend within their group that genuinely cares for Sehun, not when he’s already so insistent on staying the night and mostly, not when Sehun just wants to be left on his own for once.

Taking another drag from his smoke, Sehun lets the nicotine work its magic and it eases the tension growing within his body little by little.

“How are you feeling, Sehun-ah?” He pauses, looking a little doubtful and sighs. “Really?”

Shrugging a shoulder, he gestures his cigarette-holding hand blandly at his surroundings, smoke clouding the air with each wave. “Well I’m here, aren’t I?” He asks rhetorically, voice hollow. “Alive. And that’s more than I can say about…” Cutting off abruptly when he realises the emotion crawling into his tone, he shakes his head.

Lifting the cigarette back to his mouth mutely, he blows a long stream of smoke up toward the heavens. And just as his eyes fall shut, the lit cherry beginning to burn into the filter, high-beams instantly flash behind his closed lids and he flinches at the reminder.

“Where the hell have you been?” He exasperates and he taps at his silver watch pointedly. “I’ve been waiting here for a whole twenty minutes.”

“I told you before,” the other replies with a self-satisfied smile. “Earning money.”

“I highly doubt you’re good enough in bed to actually charge, Chanyeol.” Sehun deadpans in response, lounging casually back against the wooden bench. “I also doubt that you’d last longer than twenty minutes, too.” He adds in afterthought, genuine confusion settling into his mind. “So really, where’ve you been all this time?”

Rolling his eyes, he shrugs a lazy shoulder and settles beside him with his legs stretched out in front. “As I’ve already said, earning money.”

“I’d rather pay a woman to satisfy my needs and I’m gay.” Sehun replies simply. “Now answer the question. Who’s the slut?”

“There’s no slut.” He smiles, pulling two smokes from his packet. “I’m tutoring some kid uptown, actually. His parents are a friend of the family’s so I thought, why not? It’s not as though I couldn’t use the extra money.”

Accepting the cigarette, Sehun’s frown deepens. “I didn’t know you were academically capable.”

“You don’t know a lot of stuff about me, obviously.” Chanyeol smirks. “Like my performance in the bedroom for example.”

Chuckling, Sehun nips the butt of the cigarette between his lips and strikes the lighter until the tip burns orange and black. “Anyone I would know then?”

“Nah, I don’t think so. He’s still in school.” He replies. “Just turned eighteen last week.”

“Hm, so the kid’s a he then.” He notes aloud, humming low in his throat in contemplation. “Is he cute?”

“If that’s what you’re into, I guess so?” He shrugs. “Kinda studious, though. Not really your type.”

“Hey, I’m into the studious type.” Sehun retorts heatedly, flicking the ash onto the pavement at his feet. “Maybe he could teach me a few things.”

“Not in the department you’ve got in mind, he couldn’t.” Chanyeol jokes gently. “He’s kinda your type to look at, small and cute and shit, but I doubt your patience would hold out.”

“And why’s that?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s straight, for one. And if by tiniest chance that he is gay, he acts like the type that’d make you wait before letting you anywhere near his ass.”

Grimacing, Sehun allows the shudder to run throughout his body at that. “I don’t understand those types. It’s not as though we can get married or anything, so what’s there to wait for?”

“No idea.” Chanyeol replies, flicking his half-smoked cigarette against the bin a few metres away and he stares out at his surroundings thoughtfully. “So we’re here again, huh?”

“Yeah.” Sehun replies, voice suddenly void of any emotion. “We’re back.”

“Exactly four years later.”

“And we’ll be here again in exactly four more, too.”

Lips puckered in thought at that, Chanyeol blows out a heaved breath and looks toward Sehun carefully. “I don’t know why you torture yourself with all of this, to be honest.” He frowns. “It seems a little pointless to me.”

Eyebrows skyrocketing up the surface of his forehead, indignation, defensiveness and the absolute desire to lash out at him claws its way into the forefront of his mind, and he barely manages to contain it.

Chanyeol, he’s not exactly like Jongin, for lack of better definition. Jongin’s sensitive; he’s very accommodating to a person’s needs and feelings, but Chanyeol, he’s not. He’s awfully blunt, harsh at times and it’s almost as if he doesn’t think before opening that big mouth of his and if he does (by chance) think first, he believes his words are said with actual reason. So much so that he and Sehun have wound up in fist fights multiple times since befriending each other when Sehun and his father first moved to town a little over seven years ago now.

“How can you say that?” Sehun hisses, eyes stinging and ablaze. “It would be a whole lot different if the shoe was on the other foot.” He snaps a second later.

“I’m just saying,” Chanyeol defends without an ounce of remorse. “It’s not as if he’s gonna know whether you’ve shown up here or not, is it?”

Shaking his head as if to clear it, as if to shake off what Chanyeol has just said, Sehun rises from the wooden bench and exits without another word. Chanyeol calls for him, of course, Come on, Sehun. Don’t be like that, but Sehun plays deaf and continues on in his path.

It’s probably for the best, he thinks. Chanyeol’s smug face has been asking for a good smack since the moment he met up with him and now, he just wishes he had waited until Jongin’s shift was over to do this.

It doesn't take all that long for Chanyeol to come crawling back, grovelling at his feet and appearing to be every bit of apologetic as he should be. And it takes less time for Sehun to actually forgive him, too. In that moment, when Sehun thinks Chanyeol could stoop no lower, when he really believes he could seriously hurt Chanyeol, he knows he has to walk away.

In the past, Sehun had refused if Chanyeol said something marginally out-of-line. He’d stand his ground, demand explanations and apologies, and if he didn’t get them, he’d strike out in the only way he knew how. He’d lash his fists and Chanyeol, as stubborn as ever, would fight him right back.

But now, he doesn’t fight because after days pass, hours even, he knows they’ll be all right. It’s like an infuriating cycle, really; one that Sehun’s grown used to over the years.

“I don’t know how you keep doing this,” Chanyeol frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“Look,” he says pointedly, nudging his head in the general direction of a barely-dressed, young male passing their table, “how do you even find that attractive?”

Frown deepening, Sehun wants to list every aspect of him that’s attractive. He wants to tell him that he’s cute, kind of like a Japanese twink; he has unblemished skin and perfectly fattened cheeks that brings years of youth to his age. He wants to tell him that he’s got big, beautiful eyes and that he’s small in both build and height, small enough to be handled with ease.

But he doesn’t, because Chanyeol just wouldn’t get it.

“He’s nice and little.” Sehun explains vaguely. “Just how I like them.”

“But I can guarantee you that his asshole isn’t nice and little,” he grimaces. “He’s probably took more cock than you and that’s saying something.”

“Sehun doesn’t take cock, Chanyeol.” Jongin butts in with a scowl.

“Same thing.” He shrugs. “I still don’t get it, though. He runs around here every week with a new guy on his arm and you can’t tell me that he isn’t getting his ass fucked six ways from Sunday?”

Chuckling, Sehun shrugs his shoulders. “The easy type can be the best bed companions, they already know how to please.”

“And they’ll have the slackest asses, too.”

“True,” Sehun agrees. “But that just means it’ll take less time prepping them.”

“Fucking hell, that’s gross.” Jongin bites in, covering his eyes in exasperation. “Can you guys just shut up about ass for one minute?”

“No, I’m interested in this.” Chanyeol gripes back, eyebrows knitted together in both confusion and curiosity, looking eager to learn something very new. “I don’t understand how Sehun finds people like him,” he nudges his head back toward the little twink, “attractive.”

Contemplating the question, Sehun can understand why Chanyeol’s a little confused by his regular type. A guy that has been fucked as frequently as a street-corner hooker isn’t necessarily attractive, per se. It’s the ease of the matter that is. Knowing that all Sehun has to do is flash a smirk, bring their attention to his groin and when they meet his eyes again, lift an eyebrow in silent question. And eight-times-out-of-ten, they follow after him like an obedient puppy.

It’s generally that easy, but if there’s something that Sehun loves more than ease, it’s actually getting off.

Whores provide both, naturally.

“We’re done talking about this.” Jongin tells them.

“We’re not.” Chanyeol retorts snidely. “We want to talk about it.”

“What do you want to know, Chanyeol?” Sehun sighs, shooting an apologetic look in Jongin’s direction.

“Don’t you want to date?” He frowns and Jongin also glances at him. “I know fucking is great and all, but aren’t you missing the…” He trails off and waves a hand stupidly. “I don’t know. Don’t you want to meet someone?”

Sighing, Sehun glances toward the window behind Chanyeol’s head and lifts his drink mutely to his lips.

He’s dated before, Chanyeol and Jongin already know that, and they both know that none of his previous relationships have ever ended well.

Sehun’s an obsessive boyfriend, borderline possessive and at times, it comes across quite frightening, something Sehun feels great shame admitting. He likes to stake his claim, mark his territory and have everybody know who his lover really belongs to. His jealousy-streaks are on-par criminal, in fact, it’s like a fever that leaves every biting part of him screaming Mine, and it takes over him before he can actually counteract any conscious thought

All dark traits and hidden characteristics sum up the devil in Sehun and that’s why Sehun doesn’t date, because he’s dangerous.

“You know,” Sehun breathes quietly, “too much ass on the market to pick from.”

Chanyeol chuckles and thumps him on the back and Jongin offers him a low-key smile. Glad that he’s managed to take their attentions from him, he finishes chugging his beer and stands to get another. But as the twink passes their table again (for what seems like the eighth time since they arrived), Sehun earns himself a coy wink and direction to go in, and he goes.

He follows him all the way to the bathroom, palming his cock all the way.

“I’m not going to a kid’s party.” Jongin frowns and Sehun thinks he genuinely looks disgusted at the prospect. “We’re twenty-two, for Christ’s sake.”

“He’s not a kid,” Chanyeol singsongs, completely unruffled by Jongin’s words. “He’s eighteen and his parents are out of town, so I say we check it out.” Wagging his eyebrows briefly, he continues to wheedle. “There’ll be free alcohol?”

“No amount of alcohol would make me want to.” He responds, rolling his eyes. “And it’s not as though we can’t afford our own.”

“It’s free, though. That’s why.” He enthuses with particularly sparkling eyes. “Sehun will, won’t you?”

Grimacing, because as much as Sehun would love to go and mingle with some lovely eighteen year olds, he knows he can’t leave Jongin on this.

Sehun genuinely loves Jongin, he really does, but Jongin is that jealous type of friend that every group has and that’s his biggest flaw. And somehow, it’s his biggest appeal, too. Sehun really does appreciate how strongly Jongin values their friendship, but sometimes it’s a little suffocating.

Jongin doesn’t like Sehun hanging out with other people whenever he’s not around and it’s as simple as that. If Jongin’s not there, Sehun shouldn’t be, either. And that’s the way it’s always been within their group. He’s kind of like how Sehun is in relationships and Sehun really doesn’t like it, so he’s always too keen to avoid it.

“Nah,” he responds. “I’m not really in the mood.”

“What about all those lovely twinks that’s waiting for you at the party?” Chanyeol coaxes, his tone connivingly innocent but Sehun knows it’s anything but. “Come on, when have you ever turned down the chance for some fresh meat?”

“I don’t. Not usually.” He replies simply. “But I thought we were going to hit a club tonight. You know, to help me unwind from this God awful week I’ve had.”

“And what better way to unwind,” Chanyeol continues, completely undeterred in his mission. “Just imagine all that lovely untouched ass at the party you could get. They’ve gotta be better than those that you pick up at the club.”

Inhaling sharply, Sehun knows that’s garnered Jongin’s whole attention. He knows Jongin will expect him to crack at that and Sehun very nearly does. He would love more than to attend this eighteen year old’s party, find himself a cutie and locate the nearest bedroom to vent out all of this past week’s frustration and grief.

“Come on, Sehun.” Chanyeol sighs. “Don’t go and make a bad decision now, not when you’ve already gotten this far in life without making one.” And he’s overzealously dramatic as he always is when he wants something to go his way and it actually brings a smile to Sehun’s face. “Jongin, come on. Just agree so we can all go.”

“I don’t understand the appeal, to be honest.” Jongin murmurs. “Eighteen year old’s aren’t even all that attractive.”

“Sehun finds them attractive, though!” Chanyeol all but yells. “He loves them! And there’s free booze, too.” He hastens to remind. “He’s rich as fuck, Jongin. You can’t tell me you’d happily spend loads of money at a club when you needn’t bother?”

Sighing, Jongin shoots Sehun a hopeful look and Sehun shrugs. “Don’t look at me. This is all on you now.”

“Thanks for that,” he snaps with an eye roll and turns his attentions back to the grinning fool opposite them. “What I want to know is why you’re so adamant on this? Is this kid sucking your dick as extra payment for the tutoring?”

A burst of laughter is pulled right out of Sehun at that and it gains the attention of a few people within the cafe.

Another thing about Jongin is, no matter how serious he actually is about something, he’s hilarious about it without meaning to be. It’s almost as if he doesn’t really understand the words coming out of his mouth, they’re never intended to make people laugh, but he always manages to catch Sehun off-guard.

“No,” he responds seriously, but not without shooting Sehun a scathing glare. “He’s just a friend, that’s all. And friends go to each other’s parties.”

“A friend.” Jongin repeats with a slow, thoughtful nod. “A friend that lets you take him from behind every Saturday afternoon, I’d wager.”

“I’m not gay.” Chanyeol deadpans.

“So if I do say yes and we all go to this magnificent party with acne-ridden eighteen year olds, does that mean Sehun can work his charm on him?”

“He’s not gay, either.”

“Oh,” Jongin utters simply, still nodding along with Chanyeol’s words. “Oh, I see.”

“Shall we go?” Sehun asks, smirking outright at Chanyeol, but aiming his question at Jongin. “I think we should, babe. After all, there’s a lovely eighteen year that might need my help deciding his sexuality tonight.”

“Yes, I think we shall, Sehun-ah.”

“You’re both asses!”

When Sehun steps into the party, clad in a pristinely-pressed white shirt and a pair of black leather trousers, he can practically smell the teenage innocence in the air on first inhale. And looking around himself in pleasant surprise, he doesn't know which of the bunch is most likely to clamber to their knees and suck his dick quickest because really, the younger type are generally more inclined to be frightened of anything of a sexual nature.

(But as Chanyeol had assured him ten times over already, “Kids these days aren’t anything like what we knew at their age! They’re eager as fuck to please.”)

There’s a fair few he’d like to take from behind, actually and the relief settles heavily in his groin upon learning that Chanyeol hadn’t been wrong about the amount of good ass here. This definitely is the perfect place to get all of his pent up frustration out and he intends to do just that.

Shoving himself through the throngs of eighteen-year-olds to find himself a drink, Sehun’s eyes immediately settle upon a guy sitting on one of the leather sofas, talking animatedly among a few friends. The smile he receives isn’t anything short of dazzling, he thinks. With beautifully shaped eyes and sharp, sharp, cheekbones, he looks a little older than eighteen and maybe he isn’t Sehun’s usual type, but Sehun also can’t deny that he isn’t attractive.

The guy stands to his feet, sporting black skinny jeans, the cutest of pastel-blue sweaters and a beanie on his head, and he approaches him without faltering in his steps. And something about that notion knocks Sehun off his axis slightly, because he can remember when he was their age, kids were a lot more reserved back then. Nobody necessarily wanted to do the approaching so again, Sehun thinks Yes!, Chanyeol’s right again about something.

“Hi,” he breathes, eyes crinkled and lips curled upward. “You know Baekhyun?”

“My friend does,” Sehun replies smoothly, appraising gaze working its way up and down the thin figure before him, and maybe he’s a little taller than he’s used to, but he’s definitely infectious. Especially when Sehun finds himself returning the smile with as much gusto.

“Like what you see?” He cocks an eyebrow, a hint of mirth clearly evident in his voice and Sehun is slightly off-put by his obvious confidence. Only slightly, though and Sehun hastens on with a playful nod. “That’s too bad, really.”

Blinking but not at all deterred, Sehun leans forward and allows his smile to twist into that of a smirk. “And why’s that, beautiful?”

“I’m not gay.” He replies, smiling all the while and Sehun finds himself flinching back in shock. “Well not really, anyway.”

“Not really?” He frowns. “How can you not really be gay? You either are or you’re not.”

“I kinda think you’re hot, that’s how.” He tilts his head, approving eyes raking down Sehun’s torso and then back up again. “Yes, you’re definitely hot. Just not hot enough to make me go the whole way gay.”

“Well, thanks for that,” Sehun grits back in torn confusion, not quite sure if that’s a compliment or insult. “But I’m actually here looking for someone that is gay. In the whole sense of the word, too.”

“I know one guy, you know, who’s gay in the whole sense of the word.” He nods softly as if lamenting his own words and smiles a little wider. “I can introduce you to him, if you like.”

“What’s in it for you?” Sehun sniffs.

“I want to watch.”

“You want to…” Trailing off, Sehun blinks dumbfounded and looks around himself suspiciously, wondering if this is some type of prank the entire room is in on. “Watch?”

“Yes, I think that’s what I said,” he replies, licking his lips. “I’d very much like to watch you fuck him.”

“Why?” Is the only thing that comes to mind.

“Because I’m not gay enough to let you fuck me, but I’m definitely gay enough to watch you fuck someone else.” He shrugs and tilts his head innocently. “How does that sound? I fix you up and you fix me up?”

Unable to hold it in, despite all mystification flooding him, Sehun finds himself outright laughing, because what the actual fuck? He really hadn’t expected that, not at all. The look he receives in turn is friendly and all too patient, as if he half-expected to be laughed at for his offering, but he doesn’t join in along with Sehun. He simply waits until Sehun recollects himself and that freaks Sehun out a little more than it should’ve done.

Putting firm reigns on his own insanity, Sehun shakes his head and waves a vague hand in the air. “So let me get this straight then,” he tries, “you want to introduce me to your gay friend, who will most definitely let me fuck him and in exchange, you want front row seats?”

The guy, as weird as he is, doesn’t even surprise Sehun when he nods his head, his expression not all holding any deceit or signs of mirth. “Exactly.”

Shaking his head, Sehun’s smile remains firmly intact. “You’re completely mad.”

“Not as mad as you are if you’re seriously thinking about turning down my offer.”

“I’m not gonna lie, it is quite tempting.” Sehun assures sagely. “But I’m pretty sure I could find a beauty on my own.”

“Not if I tell them you’ve got some sexually transmitted disease.” He replies and then he shrugs to himself, looking all kinds of coy. “But you know, if you don’t have the balls to let me watch, that’s fine, too.”

Rolling his eyes at the entirety of the situation, Sehun decidedly turns on his heel and walks away. Not only is the kid beautiful, but Sehun can already tell that he’s a cock-tease, too. The type that will say all kinds of things to get Sehun riled up and then leave him hanging later, and Sehun really doesn’t have time for that.

Unable to locate Jongin, he turns his attentions to finding Chanyeol and it doesn’t take him long. Not when he finds him standing with a small blonde in the kitchen. The guy, he assumes, must be the guy who he’s tutoring, if the closeness of their heads is anything to go by. Sidling up to them quietly, he nudges Chanyeol with his shoulder and receives a flushed glare back.

“I thought you were mingling with some fresh ass?” Chanyeol asks, his face showing all signs of not wanting Sehun there, but Sehun doesn’t take the bait and he definitely doesn't leave. “I thought I saw you making a move on someone earlier.”

“I was,” he shrugs, decidedly not going into depth about what had just transpired. “But I thought I’d come see you instead.”

“Well, this is Baekhyun, the guy I’m tutoring.” He introduces awkwardly, scratching at the scruff of his neck, “And this is Sehun, one of my best friends.”

Baekhyun nods in greeting and offers him a small smile, but doesn’t really pay him any mind. Instead, rather ignorantly, he turns back to Chanyeol. They start up another conversation, one that definitely has nothing to do with academics and whole lot to do with music, and Sehun finds himself completely out of his element.

Standing there, clearly unwanted and slightly put-out, Sehun can’t help but notice that Baekhyun has strangely beautiful hands. His fingers are thin and long, his nails look perfectly rounded and he uses them to gesture animatedly as he speaks, and Sehun briefly wonders how big his dick would look in one of his tiny palms. Pulling his eyes up quickly, he notices that he’s also quite good looking.

Realising that Chanyeol is not even attempting to include him in that conversation, he finds himself rolling his eyes and he pushes himself away from the countertop in defeat. He approaches the door back into the other room and it’s then that he bumps straight back into the annoying little shit from before.

“Ready to take me up on my offer yet?”

“How do you even know I’m going to even like the guy?” Sehun finds himself asking. “You don’t know what type I’m into.”

“You’re into me,” he responds simply.

“I’m not into you.” Sehun refutes with an eyeroll. “You’re all right to look at, that’s all.”

“Well if you think I’m all right, you’ll definitely think he is.”

“Point him out to me then,” Sehun thins his lips and tips his chin up an inch higher, not quite sure that anything good will come of this. “Go on. Show me this perfect guy who’ll let me fuck him with an audience.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’d love an audience, he’s kind of kinky like that.” He replies and he reaches up, lightly tapping Sehun’s cheek with his palm in the most condescending manner Sehun’s ever known. “I know he will. Now come on!”

As the shock and indignation rises in him, Sehun finds himself hauled up a long flight of stairs and along a narrow corridor before he can actually snap. It’s when he reaches a bedroom that he pulls himself up straight and out of the other’s grasp, not quite understanding why they’re there.

His first thought is the annoying little prick has changed his mind and fancies himself a ride on Sehun’s dick. It wouldn’t be surprising, really. He wouldn’t be the first to initially turn down Sehun’s advances and realise he’s made a huge mistake afterwards. But when the door is opened and a brunette appears in his line-of-vision, Sehun lets his jaw drop.

Turning to voice his many questions to the grinning buffoon beside him, he quickly finds out that the guy on the bed hasn’t already been fucked and yes, he’s actually waiting for Sehun. Frown deepening, he looks back into the room and notices that the guy is small, so much smaller than he’d expect for an eighteen year old and from what he can see in the dark, his skin is translucent.

“Are you going to come in or what?” He says quietly, head turning in the direction of the open door, but he doesn’t remove his blindfold. “Because I’m not waiting here any much longer.”

Receiving a push into the room, Sehun turns to retort the rest of his confusions, but finds the door slammed in his face. He shakes his head, confused beyond amused and turns back toward the bed. He approaches him slowly, not quite sure what the fuck is going on.

Surely, if the other guy wanted to watch, he would have come into the room with him. But no, the other guy clearly has other ideas in mind and that alone unsettles him, because when did eighteen year olds turn out to be like this? Back in Sehun’s teen years, all guys (and girls when he hit his denial phase) had been blushing virgins without an adventurous side. It was only when Sehun decided to merge himself with older guys that he got any action at all.

And looking at the brunette blindfolded on the bed, it’s then that he realises that he isn’t even all that turned on by this. If anything, he’s just stupefied at all of the events since getting here - it’s nothing he ever expected. He didn’t expect to lose Jongin upon arrival, didn’t expect Chanyeol to ditch him for some floosy with pretty hands and he didn’t intend on meeting a complete cock-teasing shit like the guy that dragged him here. But most of all, he really didn’t imagine walking in on a scene like this.

It’s insane, and this night will definitely be one that Sehun will never be able to forget.

“I’m Sehun,” he offers stupidly.

“And you’re also too far away.” The brunette snaps. “Come closer, we’re only supposed to have seven minutes and you’re stalling.”

Eyebrows drawing together, Sehun tilts his head and stares at the cloth covering the brunette’s eyes. “Seven minutes?”

“You know,” he waves his hands out wide and huffs to himself, “seven minutes in heaven?”

Stalling in initial confusion, it takes Sehun all of four seconds before he finds himself swearing under his breath.

Seven minutes in heaven, a game Sehun had played a few times during his raging-hormone days. It started at the age of fourteen, when he would attempt to get his crush of that week into a cupboard just to have his way with them for seven unadulterated minutes. And it’s a time of his life that he’s less fond of, when his cock had a mind of its own, only getting hard at the most inconvenient times and not when he actually needed it to.

But he isn’t fourteen years old any more; he doesn’t play teenage games and he can’t fucking believe he’s been dragged into one just for the plain amusement of some kid with serious issues. He’s twenty-two, for fuck sake and these kids, they’re supposed to be eighteen years old.

Growling, he makes a beeline for the door, hands already aching to choke that scrawny little fuck that brought him here.

“Hey, where are you going?”

Turning quickly, Sehun is about to spit out something about his age, the brunette’s age and how stupid this whole thing actually is but instead, he almost swallows his own tongue. And he finds himself staring with far less tact than he would’ve rathered, because the brunette, who may have blindfolded beforehand, isn’t any more and he’s actually gorgeous.

Really fucking gorgeous, in fact.

He has the most largest eyes he’s ever seen, very much like a doe and they’re so childlike and naive. His hair is a dark chocolate brown and combed back into a tiny bun upon the top of his head that seems to accentuate his youthfulness, and it settles perfectly in proportion with the soft-boyish outline of his jawline and plump cheeks. He also has the most poutiest lips he’s ever seen, looking as though he’s jutting them out on purpose to enrapture Sehun wholeheartedly and he manages just that.

“I’m talking to you,” he bitches and however dangerous he’s attempting to sound, it doesn’t work. “Hey!”

“I’m not into children’s games,” Sehun manages lowly. “Sorry.”

“Jongdae said you were willing, though.” He frowns, lips screwed together tightly and pushed outward, and the only thing that enters Sehun’s mind is how adorable he actually is. “He said you liked this kinda thing.”

“Well Jongdae,” he drawls, mentally penning that name down for future reference, “said a similar thing to me, too. Minus the game, though.”

“Ah,” the brunette nods as if he already knows something he doesn’t, “Jongdae’s like that.”

“He said he wanted to watch me fuck you.” Sehun tells him bluntly and he really enjoys the way the brunette’s cheeks flush red. “Did he tell you that part?”

“No, he didn’t, but I’m not surprised. I don’t…” He shakes his head, eyes suddenly very glassy and he turns toward the wall, lip caught tight between his teeth for long moments before he releases it with a huff. “I didn’t know about that part, but I…”

“But you…” Sehun pushes.

“You’re very attractive, Sehun. I wouldn’t mind…” He sighs to himself, pats his own cheeks in a bid to cool them and turns back to him with a bashful smile. “I’m Lu Han, if he didn’t already tell you that.”

Just as Sehun’s about to ask him his age, because surely he’s got to be the youngest of them all, the bedroom door pops back open and a grinning Jongdae peeps his nose in the small gap. “How we doing in...” His smile promptly falls from his face when he notices that they’re both fully clothed, Lu Han is no longer blindfolded and Sehun is reaching for him. “Hey! Hey! What the fuck, man!”

When Sehun manages to manhandle Jongdae into his arms, removing the beanie effectively as he does, he throws him on the bed beside Lu Han with a scowl. “You’re a little shit, you know that?”

Jongdae, looking slightly wounded, stares at his beanie on the carpet by the dresser. “I was just helping you both out. You,” he nudges his head toward Sehun briefly, “wanted sex. And Lu Han - well, Lu Han likes older men...”

“Because seven minutes in heaven is surely the best way to go about it?” Sehun snipers angrily, cutting Jongdae off entirely. “What made you think an older guy would want to play that?”

“Not you, obviously.” He rolls his eyes and turns to Lu Han with a frown. “I’m sorry, Lu.”

Lu Han shrugs and reaches for his ear instead. “There’s plenty more opportunities out there.” He assures, tugging it affectionately.

“I know, but I promised to be the best wingman I could be.” He huffs, pulling a stray piece of fabric hanging from the bedcovers and he sighs loudly. “I know this wasn’t the best way to go about it and all, but I really thought...”

“You know what,” Sehun cuts in loudly, “I don’t have time for this, I’m outta here before I do something we’ll all regret.”

Like staying any longer, his mind fills in.

So before Sehun can actually regret leaving lovely Lu Han behind, he turns toward the door and leaves without so much as glancing back in their direction, worried that doe eyes will stop him in his tracks. He barrels down the stairs, two at a time and bumps promptly into a bored-looking Jongin who appears to be reading the ingredients on his can of beer.

“I’m out.”

Jongin sighs in relief, muttering the same sentiment back to him and they leave arm in arm.

Nobody mentions the party the day after. Sehun didn’t really want to get into exactly what happened, not Lu Han or Jongdae and the little game they had planned between themselves. Jongin sensed that as soon they met up the day after and Chanyeol never mentions anything he may be to blame for, so he hasn’t pressed for information either.

Instead, though, Chanyeol burgeoned on about all things Baekhyun and if it hadn’t been for his impressive amount of notches on his bedpost, Sehun would’ve seriously considered him queer. In half an hour, they learn that Baekhyun is a joker, a tad on the sassy-side and he likes to tug on Chanyeol’s enormous ears whenever he’s bored with studying, (among other things, Sehun thinks).

“And did I tell you he could sing?” Chanyeol mentions excitedly. “Like, he’s really good. Good enough to put shame to those idol groups in the charts.”

“No, Chanyeol.” Jongin sighs, palming his eyes tiredly and he hides his face in Sehun’s abdomen. “No, that’s the first time we’ve heard you say that today.”

“But why don’t you remind us a little later?” Sehun suggests, tone deadpan. “You know, in case we forget again in the next ten minutes or so.”

Chanyeol throws a cushion, hitting Jongin somewhere at his temple and the male doesn’t even stir in retaliation, he merely grunts and snuffs his nose deeper into the material of Sehun’s T-Shirt. Carding his fingers through Jongin’s thick dark hair, Sehun sighs to himself and relaxes his head back into the pillows behind.

“His best friend can sing, too, I heard.” Chanyeol puts out there, not as enthusiastically as he had when he spoke of Baekhyun. “Apparently better than Baekhyun, but I think he’s just faking the whole modesty thing.” He waves a hand, as if waving off Baekhyun’s remark as false and twists his lips. “Because Baekhyun’s out-of-this-world kinda good. Jongdae surely can’t be that good.”

“Jongdae.” Sehun repeats under his breath.

“Yeah. Baekhyun’s best friend.” Chanyeol mumbles. “I didn’t get to meet him last night, I don’t think.”

“You wouldn’t want to, trust me.”

“Is he the guy you were talking to last night?” Chanyeol questions and it’s then that Sehun notices Jongin snoring on his stomach. “The little guy with the pink beanie?”

“Yeah,” he replies.

“I’m surprised you didn’t try to fuck him.”

Scowling, Sehun unravels one of his hands from Jongin’s hair and instead, he folds his arm over his eyes to block out the sunlight. “Not a chance.”

“Now you’re lying.” Chanyeol points out and it takes all of Sehun’s strength not to shush him up. “I saw the way you were looking at him.”

“He’s all right to look at, I won’t deny that.” Sehun admits grudgingly. “But after talking to him for ten minutes - no, that ain’t gonna happen. Not even if I was exiled to another planet to start the human-race with him.”

“You took him upstairs.” He mentions. “And I didn’t see you after then so something must’ve happened between you two.”

“No, he took me upstairs to Lu Han.” Sehun retorts, peeking out from under his arm and the fury rises within him all over again. “So he could watch me fuck him.”

Snorting out an abrupt laugh, Chanyeol covers his mouth to silence the sound quickly and tilts his head back, shoulders and chest evidently shaking. Sehun scowls at him, not sure if he wants to shove Jongin off him so he can effectively throttle Chanyeol or just lay there and let him have his moment - after all, if the shoe had been on the other foot, Sehun would’ve laughed, too.

“Oh, that is just hilarious.” He whispers in delight and he shakes his head in disbelief, grin firmly in place. “Now you can’t seriously tell me that nothing happened last night?”

“Nothing happened.” Sehun confirms.

“I know if you’d met Lu Han at all, that you wouldn’t be able to turn him down.” He explains confidently. “And I’m struggling to believe you’d turn down Jongdae, too. Not after the way I saw you looking at him.”

“Jongdae was actually trying to set me up with Lu Han.” Sehun divulges with a careless shrug. “As for Lu Han, it wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do.”

And that’s so painfully true.

Lu Han, who may have the mental intelligence of a twelve year old (it had seemed), had actually been perfect for Sehun. He was beautiful, there had been no clear imperfections upon him, he had such an ethereal quality to him that drew Sehun in as soon as he took off his blindfold and he had clearly been up for some fun. He had agreed to the game, had willingly blindfolded himself and waited patiently for Sehun to come to him, after all.

If there’s something Sehun loves even more than easy whores and getting off, it’s fucking beautiful eighteen year olds, (which is an extremely rare thing, he’s found over the years).

“I wasn’t sure if you actually met him last night, but I thought you’d like him if you got the chance,” Chanyeol smirks knowingly.

“He was literally like the visual epitome of innocence.” Sehun sighs. “All very ethereal and pure-looking, you know that’s my kind of thing.”

“Well, he’s hardly pure, is he?”

“Maybe not, but that’s not the point.” He replies with a frown. “It’s the illusion of it all.”

“I can see what you’re saying,” Chanyeol nods thoughtfully. “He kinda had this whole angel-thing going on, didn't he? Like if you’d strain your ears hard enough, you’d be able to hear choirs singing and harps playing somewhere in the distance.”

“Don’t fuck with me.” Sehun snarls.

“I’m not!” Chanyeol squawks back incredulously. “I may not be gay, Sehun, but I think anybody with a fully functioning pair of eyes would notice him.” Eyeing Chanyeol for any signs of mirth, Sehun finds that there isn’t any. Conceding with that, he lays back and settles back into the pillow once more. “I knew he would be your type, you like the twinky, little things.”

“He was gorgeous.” Sehun admits with a nod. “He would’ve probably topped the list for best fucks I’ve had if it was based on image.”

“Well, it’s never too late to add him to it.”

“Whatever idea you’ve got in mind this time, you can forget it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sehun-ah.”

Sehun had known Chanyeol had something up his sleeve, that he had been planning something without Sehun’s knowledge; he hasn’t got a subtle bone in his body, after all. So one week later, after numerous hints and hedging, he finds himself being forcefully persuaded to join Chanyeol to one of the more quieter bars in town. And he isn’t at all surprised to see Lu Han and Baekhyun there, too.

As he turns a pointed glare upon his friend upon arrival, he briefly wonders why Chanyeol’s going to great length to reunite him with Lu Han. It’s not as though Lu Han’s his long-lost love, Sehun had not once given indication of that nor had he implied it, because it simply isn’t true. In fact, Sehun hasn’t as much mentioned his name to Chanyeol since the day after Baekhyun’s party.

Lu Han’s very beautiful, yes, and he’s definitely the type that Sehun would eagerly pursue a sexual encounter with, but that’s all there is to it. He’s just one of the better near-fucks that managed to get away and that’s not exactly unknown. There had been countless people (beautiful people just like Lu Han, but less so) that hadn’t fell onto his dick when the opportunity had risen and Sehun had swiftly moved onto somebody new.

“This was your grand plan all along then, huh?”

“No, I didn’t know they’d be here.”

“Bullshit.” Sehun replies flatly, approaching the bar without even as much glancing at the corner booth. “I don’t know what your motives are for doing this, but I’ll find out soon enough.”

“Sounds like a threat.” Chanyeol responds drily.

Ignoring the remark, he flags down the barman and orders himself a pint of beer. “I don’t know if it’s more insulting that you don’t trust me enough to pick my own men. Or if you actually believe I need help to actually pick them up.”

“You’re blowing this way out of proportion.” He rolls his eyes. “You said you wouldn’t mind fucking him and here’s your chance.”

“Because I’m incapable of picking up my own men.”

“Look,” Chanyeol frowns, putout. “He’s sitting over there, fuelling himself with alcohol and he’ll no doubt be wanting to clamber into your lap later.”

“Because I need help.”

Grasping his beer as it’s passed over the counter, he swiftly pays and turns to rest the base of his spine back against the edge of the bar. And it’s almost instantly that Lu Han catches his eye from across the room.

His brown hair lies flat and quite fluffy, hanging sideways over his brow opposed to the bun style he donned two weeks ago. His eyes are, just as he remembers, big and sparkly and radiate some type of childlike innocence that makes Sehun want to swallow his tongue. He wears a simple charcoal sweater, a tad too large for his frame, cuffs dangling over his small hands and Sehun watches as he flexes it between his fingers.

And when he smiles at Sehun, it’s big and joyous and alight with exhilaration.

“You like him,” Chanyeol tells him, turning to join him. “It’s stupid, but you do.”

“I’d like to fuck him.” He corrects instantly. “And I agree, it’s very stupid because I’ve fucked three other guys since him.”

“He kept mentioning you to Baekhyun, you know.” He replies as if to explain himself eventually. “He said you were and I quote totally gorgeous. And that he was disappointed that you left Baekhyun’s party as soon as you did.”

“Did he now?” He questions without looking away from Lu Han. “What else?”

“Just that, really. Baekhyun said he seemed kinda smitten with you, kept mentioning you at every opportunity he could find and that’s why we’re both trying to set you guys up.”

“I’m not wanting to date him.” Sehun turns his eyes to him then. “If that’s what you and your little friend think is gonna come out of this, then you may as well quit while you’re ahead.”

“Lu Han doesn’t want to date, either.” He grins at last. “Baekhyun said he wanted to get into your pants, that’s all. He likes older guys, but I say it’s the Oh Charm.”

Inhaling sharply, he concedes with a nod. It’s not exactly uncommon for younger men to fawn all over him. Lu Han appears to be no exception to the Oh Charm Chanyeol had mentioned. He had seen the way the eighteen year old looked at him that night, how he basically presented himself to Sehun on a silver platter for the taking.

And looking at him now, drunk and bubbly and very much attempting to eye-fuck Sehun from across the room, Sehun can only offer a smirk back and clink his glass against Chanyeol’s.

“To eventually bedding my visual guilty pleasure then.”

It’s almost a month later when Chanyeol mentions that Sehun’s twenty-third birthday is coming up soon. And in all honesty, Sehun had actually needed the reminder as he hadn’t given it a single thought.

He didn’t tend to celebrate his birthday with as much gusto as he did when he was younger, he had stopped a little while before his eighteenth. So when Chanyeol rattled through various things they could do this year, Sehun had found himself falling silent in confusion, because they never generally planned anything in advance.

It was always the same thing; hitting a gay club, his friends finding him a beauty and then pushing him toward the nearest restroom to get his real birthday treat.

Throwing a house-party isn’t necessarily a bad idea, however it isn’t really a good one, either. It’s good in the sense that he lives alone in his own house, he creates his own rules and there’s no obligations to live by. But it’s bad in the sense that he isn’t overly keen on the idea of having people he rarely speaks to wandering around his home on their own free-will, he doesn’t like the lack of control he’ll feel.

And despite Sehun not really being sure of the idea, he had given in and allowed Chanyeol to plan it.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m not exactly keen on the idea.” Jongin puts out there eventually and Sehun watches as Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “I just don’t think it’s right that you’ve pushed Sehun into doing this.”

“I haven’t pushed him into doing anything.” Chanyeol says snidely. “I gave him the choice and he took it.”

“No, you badgered him for weeks about it. He probably didn’t think he had a choice on the matter.” He replies. “And I don’t think it’s right in the sense that Sehun isn’t one-hundred-percent comfortable with it.”

And even though Sehun hasn’t mentioned anything of the sort, it’s true.

He isn’t comfortable about having people in his home. It’s a rare thing, actually; the only people that have seen the inside of his house in the last five years are the two people stocking his fridge with drinks. He isn’t comfortable with the prospect of things spiralling out of his control and things being broken - irreplaceable things that Sehun can’t just walk into a shop and buy again.

“I’ve taken a hundred precautions, Jongin.” Chanyeol insists tiredly. “Every valuable possession Sehun owns has been moved to the garage. The invites have only been sent to people we can trust. And I’ve taken it upon myself to double bolt his old man’s bedroom door.”

“You have?” Jongin questions suspiciously.

“Yes,” he sighs.

“Thanks,” Sehun chirps up at last. “I appreciate that.”

“No worries, man.” He thumps Sehun on the back and rounds him with a smirk. “I got you something special for tonight, though.”

Drawing his eyebrows together in confusion, Sehun stares at Chanyeol incredulously. They never generally got each other gifts, there had never been reason to in the past and that had always been something they all silently agreed on. So when Sehun watches as Chanyeol’s smirk turns into something a little more sinister, he isn’t exactly surprised when he pulls out a small sealy-bag and waves it tauntingly in front of his eyes.

“Do you like?”

“I thought you quit with that shit, Sehun.” Jongin frowns in disapproval. “It isn’t good for you, you know. And it’s definitely doing nothing good for your intelligence, Chanyeol.”

“Shut up.” He bitches back, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Sehun’s darkening pair. “Sehun likes this shit.”

“I do, I like it a lot.” Sehun agrees, his smile growing more by the second. “Where did you get it from?”

“My cousin’s back in town, his girlfriend threw his ass out so he’s moved back into my Aunt’s for the time being.” He shrugs. “He dropped by yesterday and I managed to snag a bit for tonight.”

“Ah, so secretive, Chanyeol. You didn’t even say.” Sehun tusks in feigned disappointment and he takes the see-through bag in between his fingers. Popping the seal open with deft fingers, he closes one eye and peers in at the tiny, crushed crystals sitting at the bottom of the bag. “Pure?”

“It’s pure.” He confirms. “Do you want a line now?”

Glancing up at the clock, Sehun sees that it’s only quarter-to-one and promptly declines. “I’ll wait until later, nobodies due to arrive until eight.”

“Suit yourself.”

Chuckling, Sehun presses the seal back together until it’s locked tight and passes it back to Chanyeol with a smile. Turning toward the fridge to finish unloading the alcohol, Sehun notices that Jongin glares at him with such ferocity that it actually has him faltering in his steps. He pauses very briefly, quite aware of the disappointment shining in Jongin’s eyes, before he closes the distance between them and props his chin upon his shoulder from behind.

“Don’t be mad, babe.” Jongin glances at him from the corner of his eye, twitches unwillingly at the petname, but ultimately, he pays him no mind. And Sehun being Sehun, not liking the way he’s being outright ignored, he wraps his arms around Jongin’s middle and squeezes him tight. “Come on, don’t be like this. It’s not as if I’m addicted to it.”

And as much as Sehun wants to be able to satisfy Jongin’s desire by turning it down, Sehun really just doesn’t want to. It’s very rare that Chanyeol turns up with a bag of Cocaine and it’s even more rare that it’s the good stuff from his cousin, too. It’s a once in a blue-moon type of thing and Sehun likes it when he can have it.

He likes the sensation and the affect it has on him. He likes the way it makes his heart pound, his blood pump faster, the sudden burst of life it springs into his body. He likes the way it enhances every nerve ending within him, the way it boosts his mood and makes every conscious thought melt away into the background.

He likes the release, the escape and it’s very rare he gets to feel that these days, so he isn’t going to turn that down when it’s offered - no matter how much Jongin wishes he would. He isn’t perfect, he’s never pretended to be and he refuses to start now.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me.” Sehun tells him softly, low enough so Chanyeol won’t hear. “It’s only for one night, it’s not as if I’m gonna be sniffing it for breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t like you using it.” Jongin mutters back. “You know I don’t, Sehun.”

“But I do.” He insists. “I like it and I really want to have some tonight, but I don’t want you to be upset with me when I do.”

“I’m not upset, I just wish you wouldn’t.”

“I know.” He replies. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

Part 2