Post #21

[seoulfulness]

Fics ( #20)

notice me this year exo, kris/tao
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untitled snsd, hyoyeon/seohyun
untitled infinite, sunggyu/dongwoo

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[fill] Feelings Gone Unspoken (1/?)

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Sehun looks down at the rooming list with dismay.

“What’s the meaning of this, hyung?” He tilts his head up and stares with teary puppy eyes at Yixing. The other man only smiles infuriatingly and splays his fingers, waving a palm at the maknae.

“Chanyeol convinced me to switched rooms with you so that, uh, you know. You can confess.” Sehun groans at the mention of Chanyeol-where Chanyeol goes, trouble stirs.

Yixing only looks on sympathetically. “Look, baby,” he begins, throwing in the commonly used term of endearment often slapped onto the maknae, “I know it’s hard to confess, especially to a guy and your own band mate, of all people, but, think about it. When will you get another chance like this?”

Sehun sighs and thinks that, yeah, Yixing hyung is right. This is probably the only chance he’ll have in a long time, especially with their comeback looming after the music festivals. This is a golden opportunity. And he should take it.

“Sehun!” The boy in question turns and sees Luhan running haphazardly toward him, waving an arm in greeting. When he comes to a stop, his breath is heaving (because no matter how good he is at dancing, his endurance is still shit), his cheeks are pink, and there’s a thin film of sweat just starting to form on his forehead. Oh boy, Sehun gulps, eyeing Luhan’s flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips, damn would they look good wrapped around my-

“We’re roommates! Can you believe that? They never let us room together.”

That is true, Sehun muses, because Luhan was a terrible influence and Sehun was a terrible rule-follower. Before they debuted, their room was frequently empty because Luhan refused to be cooped up by boundaries and rules and Sehun could do nothing but following his beautiful hyung, completely smitten. It’s a wonder why the company even put them in the same group, albeit different units.

“Come on, come on, come on!” Luhan tugs excitedly on Sehun’s arm, waving goodbye to Yixing. “Let’s go get a good room before everyone else takes them!”

-

They end up on Super Junior’s floor because everyone else had apparently gotten to all the rooms first and management couldn’t just kick out the hotel’s customers from their rooms so they shuffled them into the last room open on their senior’s floor.

But wow, these rooms were nice.

Usually, they were given hotel rooms with the bare minimum: a small, working bathroom, a tiny sink with a microwave and mini-fridge shoved in a corner that doubled as a kitchen, a small television set, and two twin-sized beds. This room, though, boasted two full-sized beds with plenty of pillows and a soft set of silk sheets (which Luhan is currently busy rubbing his face all over and Sehun wonders what he’d look like being fucked against those-no). Everything else was much the same, but also bigger.

“Um,” Sehun hesitantly interrupted Luhan’s silk-sheet-face-mashing, “do you want the shower first, hyung?”

Luhan gives him an intense look, one that Sehun surprisingly can’t decipher, before perking up with a bright smile. “Sure! I’ll be out in thirty, good?”

Sehun nods his acquiescence and proceeds to organize his belongings and fan gifts. He hears shuffling and sound of clothing being rustled behind him and tries his hardest to not turn around. Think nasty thoughts, think nasty thoughts, think nasty thoughts!

He sighs in relief when the shower finally starts running and drags a hand through his sweaty locks before flopping on a bed. This is a once in a lifetime, golden opportunity, a voice nags in his head. Sehun muffles his cry of despair with a plush pillow.