Cafe Au Lait
Title: Cafe Au Lait
Genre: college!AU, fluff, oneshot
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: PG
Summary: Luhan is careless and likes cafe au lait and Sehun.
A/N: I'm sorry, this is my first fic ever. Q__Q
Luhan woke up to the smell of coffee, entirely appreciative of the rich aroma permeating his olfactory senses.
After rubbing his eyes a total of one, two, three times, he finally lifted up his tired body, disengaging himself from the mass of blankets that surrounded him. Yixing was ready and waiting for him at the breakfast bar with a mug of dark roast in hand and a waffle, swaddled in paper napkins, in the other.
"Here," Luhan's thoughtful flatmate shoved the contents in his hands at him before turning to grab a paper bag from off of the counter. "Try not to hurt yourself or anyone else today, ge."
And with that, Yixing hustled to his eight o'clock class leaving a still drowsy Luhan in his wake.
Luhan firmly planted his rear end onto a stool at the counter and thoughtfully chewed on a bite of his waffle. He stayed sitting there for thirty minutes, getting up only once to fetch some sugar and milk for his very very very dark coffee. Yixing had always been fond of exotic dark roasts, and Luhan had always been fond of lattes and cafe au laits.
At nine o'clock, Luhan left for his first class. He waited at the bus stop a few blocks from his house, hoping that he wouldn't be late this time. The bus came, and he boarded, touching his card to the T-card sensor without a second thought, feeling a small sense of accomplishment as he manage to find a seat. Most of the ride to Yonsei consisted of watching passerby on the street from his vantage point inside the bus. Of course, that was until he saw one particular face at one of the bus stops. The boy that caught Luhan's eye looked exhausted, with a slightly sallow complexion and sunken cheeks that contrasted with the vibrant, rich hue of his chocolate brown hair. Hair that matched the color of Yixing's latest obsession--a special Columbian dark roast. He stared at the boy for an entire forty-five seconds before the bus left for the next stop. The stranger didn't get on his bus.
Luhan was disappointed.
He was disappointed that he didn't get a better look at the stranger's face. Disappointed that he didn't know when he would ever see the stranger again. Disappointed that he had categorized the stranger's hair color as one of Yixing's ridiculously expensive, caffeine-laden brews. He decided to just get to class and focus on his academics in hopes that maybe one day, he'd become rich and famous, and the boy that he had seen at the bus stop would coincidentally bump into him and ask him out for a cup of…coffee.
-
Sehun walked to the entrance to his university, eyebrows furrowed, lips hanging slightly ajar as he heaved a deep sigh.
Sehun was also disappointed.
His morning had been rough. He had woken up an entire hour late because his roommate Jongin, who would usually wake him up promptly at seven thirty, had an important assignment or project or something to do with a boy named Kyungsoo which had him leaving the house at six in the morning. Seven, at the very latest. Sehun couldn't understand his best friend's sudden complete and utter dedication to academics, but he brushed it off as Jongin just trying to save his failing grades.
He huffed at losing his personal alarm clock to a boy he had never even met nor had any intention of meeting and began to wallow in his sad, tired, college misery.
-
Sometime later in the week, Saturday, to be precise, Luhan decided to "expand his social boundaries" as Yixing had suggested emphatically by meeting up with a few of his flatmate's closest friends at a cafe near their apartment.
"Well, I met Tao at the university's Chinese student organization," Yixing began, "and he introduced me to his friend Kris." Luhan glanced over at the direction that Yixing was nodding his head and noticed that "Tao" and "Kris" were sitting a little bit too close together with just a tad too much "accidental" brushing of the legs to just be friends, but he let it slide, deciding that he would confront them about it after they got to know each other better.
"Actually," Tao piped up, "Luhan, you should join the organization, too. I'm sure there are lots of people who you'd be interested in."
"Um, no thanks," Luhan murmured, turning back to Yixing, "Continue."
Yixing drawled on with the introductions. "Jongdae and Minseok are in my Philosophy class…" Luhan tuned out Jongdae and Minseok's rant on how Philosophy wasn't a real logic class, and he figured that Yixing hadn't mentioned to his friends that he was a Psychology major. He would've mentioned it himself, but he was too busy swirling the congealed chocolate syrup sitting stagnantly at the bottom of his mocha around with the straw.
He was too preoccupied, in fact, to notice a familiar figure walk in through the door of the cafe and stop at the counter to order an Americano.
In fact, Luhan only just noticed the boy twelve minutes later as he was downing his third iced mocha within the span of an hour. He looked up from his frenzied sipping to see chocolate brown hair, head dipped down, eyes focused on the screen of a fifteen-inch MacBook Pro, pale face illuminated by the backlight of the laptop. He could see a pale expanse of neck leading to sharp collarbones. He could see drowsy eyes colored the same chocolate brown squinting to identify something on his monitor, brows furrowed, and lips parted with a pink tongue poking out in concentration.
Luhan inhaled sharply and gurgled on his coffee for a bit, earning a mixture of concerned and judging looks from the party sitting at his table. After a few deep breaths and a pat on the back from Yixing, he decided that it was time to approach the stranger.
-
Unfortunately, during the time that it took Luhan to compose himself after nearly choking on the brown liquid sloshing around in his cup, Sehun had decided that any plot ideas that he had been formulating in his brain had been exhausted. He decided that it was a good thing he was a Chemical Engineering major instead of a Literature major.
So while Jongdae was shooting Luhan strange looks, and Yixing was patting Luhan's frail backside, Sehun had finished packing up his things, and he had already left by the time Luhan had finished with his near-death experience.
-
Luhan was devastated.
He gurgled his mocha once more but in frustration this time, and Yixing offered to take him home a bit early than planned since the rest were suggesting a trip to the noraebang for some loud karaoke and soju. It was the weekend after all.
Luhan refused over and over again until Yixing finally decided that his socially awkward friend could make it home safely. However, he made Luhan throw away the coffee beforehand just to avoid any accidents.
-
Sehun was almost to his dorm when he realized that he had lost his house key. "Fuck," he chanted over and over again while rummaging through his backpack. "I must have left it at the cafe…"
Luhan was ready and waiting to board the bus when Sehun almost plowed him over in his haste.
"Um… Th-thorry…" Sehun stuttered out, stepping a good two feet away from his accidental victim. "Uh, I mean, sorry. Sorry."
Luhan was annoyed enough that he had missed his God-given second chance at talking to coffee-haired boy, but now, someone had tried to knock him over probably to steal his wallet or something.
"It's fine," Luhan replied curtly, patting down his pockets to make sure that everything he had hurriedly stuffed into them this morning were still there. Satisfied, he looked up to see the offender still standing in front of him, two feet away, shuffling his feet and sticking his tongue out to lick a very familiar, pink bottom lip…
It was the boy with the coffee colored hair from before.
"Sorry…I'm really sorry, I was in such a hurry because my house keys and the cafe and lost, I don't know…"
"It's fine," Luhan replied again, except much softer than previously. "My name's Luhan. Do you want me to help you find your key?" He scoffed silently at his cheesy suggestion, but he was going to take any chance he got, even if it meant throwing himself at the attractive youth in front of him.
"Th-Sehun. My name is Sehun, and I would really appreciate that…" Sehun finally looked up from the ground to meet pretty almond-shaped eyes framed with the longest lashes he had ever seen in his entire life. The boy in front of him looked the same age as him, or maybe a bit younger, with honey hued hair that swept to the side in a thick fringe. He had an almost-too-sharp chin and an equally sharp nose that pointed upward, but it was balanced out by the curve of his cheeks and the pouty lips.
Luhan smiled knowingly, he could always tell when someone was scrutinizing his face. He was, after all, good at analyzing people. "Sure, Sehun, let's go back in and look for your key…Hey, do you happen to go to Yonsei?…"
Luhan led Sehun in, delicate hands placed firmly on bony shoulders, nudging him in the doorway.
-
When Sehun finally made it home, he was dizzy with Luhan's scent, Luhan's voice, Luhan's flighty touches, and he was heady with everything that was Luhan.
He unlocked the door to his apartment and heard loud beatboxing and singing and the sounds of pots and pans clanking around in the kitchen, and he sighed. Jongin was having nothing short of a party in their shared apartment.
"Baekhyun, Chanyeol, can you guys keep it down some?" his ever considerate best friend, aka the co-owner of the suite, was yelling from somewhere Sehun couldn't see him.
"I can't believe you're really doing this, Jongin," Sehun tried uselessly to scold from the doorway. "And who the fuck is in the kitchen? They'd better not be burning anything because I am NOT cleaning that mess up!" He managed to dodge Chanyeol's tackle while rounding the corner, but Baekhyun's eyeliner managed to hit him smack in the eye.
"Umm… Sehun, I'd like to introduce you to Kyungsoo…" Jongin bit one of his thick lips and looked around aimlessly for a moment. "…My boyfriend."
"Oh, Kyungsoo. Your…WHAAAAATTT."
Chanyeol had to drag Sehun's limp body into the poor boy's bedroom, and he mercilessly plopped the body down on the bed, a concerned Baekhyun trailing behind but offering no assistance.
"Must've been quite a shock," Baekhyun cooed sympathetically.
"I would've fainted, too," Chanyeol responded, and they left, closing the bedroom door behind them.
-
"Sehun-ah, you don't eat enough," Luhan chided one day. Yixing wasn't home, and Luhan had been bored out of his mind until he got a text from Sehun.
After their initial meeting at the cafe, Sehun found his keys sitting at his table, and he had gone with Luhan to a bubble tea shop hoping to make friends with the boy. The two got along well, and the pretty boy had given Sehun his phone number which had left Sehun in such good spirits until…he went back home for the day.
So he had waited a few days before mustering up the courage to text the sparkling youth, and he was rewarded with an excited Luhan calling and asking if he would "come over to my apartment I'll text you the address bye!"
Which is exactly how he ended up here, in Luhan's living room, sitting quietly on the couch while the latter was sprawled on the floor complaining that it was just too hot to do anything.
"Hyung," Sehun was still in disbelief that the babyfaced boy who was lounging on the linoleum in front of him was actually older than him, "you don't even know my eating habits…"
"I can tell," Luhan swatted at an imaginary flying insect.
"How?"
"I'm a psychology major."
Sehun laughed. Luhan turned his head to look at his company and burst out laughing as well even though he very well knew that the situation was not funny at all and that Sehun was absolutely ridiculous.
Sehun thought Luhan was ridiculous.
Luhan thought Sehun's laugh was pretty.
Sehun thought Luhan was pretty. But neither of them said anything.
"Hyung, I'm pretty sure that your body is so full of trans fat that it isn't even laughable."
"Yixing always makes fun of my affinity for McDonalds," the boy on the floor sighed dramatically, "he's a pre-med student."
"I'm a Chemical Engineering major, what does that make me?"
Luhan thought about it for a minute, but he never answered, opting instead to complain once again about the weather.
-
The next time Sehun was over, all of Luhan and Yixing's friends were there.
"You didn't tell me you had company," Sehun fidgeted in the doorway to the apartment.
"I always prefer your company, anyway," Luhan replied lightly. Sehun looked up and saw sparkles. He was sure that Luhan was a fairy in some past life. A really nice, vibrant, pretty fairy with long eyelashes and--"Sehun, your phone is ringing…"
"Uh, hello? Jongin? What's up?" That was the best greeting Sehun could manage while removing his shoes with one hand, balancing a shopping bag in the other. "Oh, I'm at a friend's place right now…" He looked up to see Luhan mouthing "tell him to come over" from the couch. Sehun sighed, he didn't really want his outrageous best friend meeting the only person that he really liked right now, but he didn't really have a choice. "I'll text you the address."
And of course, Jongin, being Jongin, brought along all of his and Sehun's mutual friends. All four of them. So as Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, and even Joonmyun stepped in to greet Luhan, Sehun could only bury his face in his hands and agonize quietly. Somehow, all twelve people managed to find space in the apartment to sit and chat.
"So," Jongin started, "how do you know Sehunnie?" Sehun not-so-discreetly kicked him from his position leaning against the couch.
Luhan, whom the question was obviously directed to, chuckled, playing with a loose thread on Sehun's sleeve, replied, "I saw him from a bus…" Sehun looked at him curiously. "I mean, we met in front of a cafe after he left his house key there. I helped him look for it."
Between Jongin's teasing, Chanyeol's attempts at speaking English with Kris, Baekhyun's nonstop gossiping with Tao, the topic somehow landed on food.
"I enjoy cooking." Everyone looked at Kris who did not look like he would enjoy any domestic activities. The man was over six feet tall and modelesque with well-chiseled features. Tao made a face.
"Ew, ge. Nobody wants to eat your cooking…except Luhan ge who obviously has a death wish."
"You know who's a really good cook," Jongin started up, "Kyungsoo is the ideal housewife!"
Kyungsoo shot his boyfriend a pointed look before slapping on his best hostess smile. "I don't mind cooking for everyone if we can all just go to Jongin's place."
-
All twelve people managed to migrate from Luhan and Yixing's tiny apartment to Sehun and Jongin's tinier one. On the way there, Joonmyun and Yixing seemed to have bonded over stories of Joonmyun's charity work and Yixing's intern experience at the hospital, Chanyeol was still testing out his English on Kris, Baekhyun was now listening to Tao's gossip, Minseok was whining about his hunger while a sympathetic Jongdae patted him on the shoulder, and Jongin and Kyungsoo were blatantly flirting. Sehun stole glances at Luhan who was walking beside him, talking animatedly about something that had happened in one of his classes the other day, and he decided that Luhan made him happy. He subconsciously smiled. Luhan looked over and smiled back.
Kyungsoo's offer to cook dinner for the other eleven turned into an impromptu Iron Chef battle between himself and Kris, with the others acting as helpers (or more like distractions).
Sehun had snuck off to his room with Luhan in tow after dinner, shutting the door incase someone blew something up and the shrapnel flew towards his room.
Luhan was currently laying on Sehun's bed, invading Sehun's personal space, breathing Sehun's air, touching Sehun's skin with his own. Sehun shifted his position a little so that he could stare at the face of the person who currently had an arm casually wrapped around him as if it was the most natural thing to do. Sehun immediately regretted his previous action as his breath hitched in his throat, words mixed in and lost with the breath caught in his windpipe. Luhan was there, just inches away. Luhan, with the pretty eyes, the pointy nose, the pouty lips. Luhan, whose touches were too feather-light and careless. Luhan, whose fingertips danced over his wrist and shoulders and back. Luhan, who was always nonchalant, oblivious, dazed.
"Sehun-ah," Luhan whispered in the dark of Sehun's room.
Sehun was barely conscious, his head reeling with Luhan's scent, his warmth, his presence. "Yes, hyung..?"
Luhan moved closer, his eyelashes nearly tickling Sehun's cheek. "Sehun-ah, let's go out for coffee sometime," he breathed against Sehun's lips which were parted unconsciously.
And before he could reply, Luhan gently pressed his lips to Sehun's over and over again, with kisses as light as his touches, as fleeting as his actions, as sweet as his words. And Sehun wouldn't have had it any differently.
-
Sehun was in Luhan's apartment again, except this time, he was the one sprawled out on the floor. Yixing was out appreciating coffee with his "new best friend Joonmyun" (as Luhan had so bitterly accused). There were two glasses on the table, a cafe au lait and an iced Americano, both with condensation slipping down the sides and pooling at the base.
"That's going to leave rings on the coffee table, hyung," Sehun noted, motioning towards the cups, "You should invest in some coasters."
Luhan shrugged, settling down next to Sehun, head resting on his boyfriend's outstretched arm, "It doesn't really matter."
And it didn't matter. Luhan didn't care about water leaving rings on the coffee table that Yixing had bought when they first rented the apartment. He didn't care that it was a sweltering one-hundred and two degrees in the apartment right now. He didn't care that his lifespan was probably cut in half because he ate enough fast food in a week to feed a small, impoverished country. He only cared that he had Sehun. And he did. So nothing mattered.
Sehun thought Luhan was careless.
Genre: college!AU, fluff, oneshot
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: PG
Summary: Luhan is careless and likes cafe au lait and Sehun.
A/N: I'm sorry, this is my first fic ever. Q__Q
Luhan woke up to the smell of coffee, entirely appreciative of the rich aroma permeating his olfactory senses.
After rubbing his eyes a total of one, two, three times, he finally lifted up his tired body, disengaging himself from the mass of blankets that surrounded him. Yixing was ready and waiting for him at the breakfast bar with a mug of dark roast in hand and a waffle, swaddled in paper napkins, in the other.
"Here," Luhan's thoughtful flatmate shoved the contents in his hands at him before turning to grab a paper bag from off of the counter. "Try not to hurt yourself or anyone else today, ge."
And with that, Yixing hustled to his eight o'clock class leaving a still drowsy Luhan in his wake.
Luhan firmly planted his rear end onto a stool at the counter and thoughtfully chewed on a bite of his waffle. He stayed sitting there for thirty minutes, getting up only once to fetch some sugar and milk for his very very very dark coffee. Yixing had always been fond of exotic dark roasts, and Luhan had always been fond of lattes and cafe au laits.
At nine o'clock, Luhan left for his first class. He waited at the bus stop a few blocks from his house, hoping that he wouldn't be late this time. The bus came, and he boarded, touching his card to the T-card sensor without a second thought, feeling a small sense of accomplishment as he manage to find a seat. Most of the ride to Yonsei consisted of watching passerby on the street from his vantage point inside the bus. Of course, that was until he saw one particular face at one of the bus stops. The boy that caught Luhan's eye looked exhausted, with a slightly sallow complexion and sunken cheeks that contrasted with the vibrant, rich hue of his chocolate brown hair. Hair that matched the color of Yixing's latest obsession--a special Columbian dark roast. He stared at the boy for an entire forty-five seconds before the bus left for the next stop. The stranger didn't get on his bus.
Luhan was disappointed.
He was disappointed that he didn't get a better look at the stranger's face. Disappointed that he didn't know when he would ever see the stranger again. Disappointed that he had categorized the stranger's hair color as one of Yixing's ridiculously expensive, caffeine-laden brews. He decided to just get to class and focus on his academics in hopes that maybe one day, he'd become rich and famous, and the boy that he had seen at the bus stop would coincidentally bump into him and ask him out for a cup of…coffee.
-
Sehun walked to the entrance to his university, eyebrows furrowed, lips hanging slightly ajar as he heaved a deep sigh.
Sehun was also disappointed.
His morning had been rough. He had woken up an entire hour late because his roommate Jongin, who would usually wake him up promptly at seven thirty, had an important assignment or project or something to do with a boy named Kyungsoo which had him leaving the house at six in the morning. Seven, at the very latest. Sehun couldn't understand his best friend's sudden complete and utter dedication to academics, but he brushed it off as Jongin just trying to save his failing grades.
He huffed at losing his personal alarm clock to a boy he had never even met nor had any intention of meeting and began to wallow in his sad, tired, college misery.
-
Sometime later in the week, Saturday, to be precise, Luhan decided to "expand his social boundaries" as Yixing had suggested emphatically by meeting up with a few of his flatmate's closest friends at a cafe near their apartment.
"Well, I met Tao at the university's Chinese student organization," Yixing began, "and he introduced me to his friend Kris." Luhan glanced over at the direction that Yixing was nodding his head and noticed that "Tao" and "Kris" were sitting a little bit too close together with just a tad too much "accidental" brushing of the legs to just be friends, but he let it slide, deciding that he would confront them about it after they got to know each other better.
"Actually," Tao piped up, "Luhan, you should join the organization, too. I'm sure there are lots of people who you'd be interested in."
"Um, no thanks," Luhan murmured, turning back to Yixing, "Continue."
Yixing drawled on with the introductions. "Jongdae and Minseok are in my Philosophy class…" Luhan tuned out Jongdae and Minseok's rant on how Philosophy wasn't a real logic class, and he figured that Yixing hadn't mentioned to his friends that he was a Psychology major. He would've mentioned it himself, but he was too busy swirling the congealed chocolate syrup sitting stagnantly at the bottom of his mocha around with the straw.
He was too preoccupied, in fact, to notice a familiar figure walk in through the door of the cafe and stop at the counter to order an Americano.
In fact, Luhan only just noticed the boy twelve minutes later as he was downing his third iced mocha within the span of an hour. He looked up from his frenzied sipping to see chocolate brown hair, head dipped down, eyes focused on the screen of a fifteen-inch MacBook Pro, pale face illuminated by the backlight of the laptop. He could see a pale expanse of neck leading to sharp collarbones. He could see drowsy eyes colored the same chocolate brown squinting to identify something on his monitor, brows furrowed, and lips parted with a pink tongue poking out in concentration.
Luhan inhaled sharply and gurgled on his coffee for a bit, earning a mixture of concerned and judging looks from the party sitting at his table. After a few deep breaths and a pat on the back from Yixing, he decided that it was time to approach the stranger.
-
Unfortunately, during the time that it took Luhan to compose himself after nearly choking on the brown liquid sloshing around in his cup, Sehun had decided that any plot ideas that he had been formulating in his brain had been exhausted. He decided that it was a good thing he was a Chemical Engineering major instead of a Literature major.
So while Jongdae was shooting Luhan strange looks, and Yixing was patting Luhan's frail backside, Sehun had finished packing up his things, and he had already left by the time Luhan had finished with his near-death experience.
-
Luhan was devastated.
He gurgled his mocha once more but in frustration this time, and Yixing offered to take him home a bit early than planned since the rest were suggesting a trip to the noraebang for some loud karaoke and soju. It was the weekend after all.
Luhan refused over and over again until Yixing finally decided that his socially awkward friend could make it home safely. However, he made Luhan throw away the coffee beforehand just to avoid any accidents.
-
Sehun was almost to his dorm when he realized that he had lost his house key. "Fuck," he chanted over and over again while rummaging through his backpack. "I must have left it at the cafe…"
Luhan was ready and waiting to board the bus when Sehun almost plowed him over in his haste.
"Um… Th-thorry…" Sehun stuttered out, stepping a good two feet away from his accidental victim. "Uh, I mean, sorry. Sorry."
Luhan was annoyed enough that he had missed his God-given second chance at talking to coffee-haired boy, but now, someone had tried to knock him over probably to steal his wallet or something.
"It's fine," Luhan replied curtly, patting down his pockets to make sure that everything he had hurriedly stuffed into them this morning were still there. Satisfied, he looked up to see the offender still standing in front of him, two feet away, shuffling his feet and sticking his tongue out to lick a very familiar, pink bottom lip…
It was the boy with the coffee colored hair from before.
"Sorry…I'm really sorry, I was in such a hurry because my house keys and the cafe and lost, I don't know…"
"It's fine," Luhan replied again, except much softer than previously. "My name's Luhan. Do you want me to help you find your key?" He scoffed silently at his cheesy suggestion, but he was going to take any chance he got, even if it meant throwing himself at the attractive youth in front of him.
"Th-Sehun. My name is Sehun, and I would really appreciate that…" Sehun finally looked up from the ground to meet pretty almond-shaped eyes framed with the longest lashes he had ever seen in his entire life. The boy in front of him looked the same age as him, or maybe a bit younger, with honey hued hair that swept to the side in a thick fringe. He had an almost-too-sharp chin and an equally sharp nose that pointed upward, but it was balanced out by the curve of his cheeks and the pouty lips.
Luhan smiled knowingly, he could always tell when someone was scrutinizing his face. He was, after all, good at analyzing people. "Sure, Sehun, let's go back in and look for your key…Hey, do you happen to go to Yonsei?…"
Luhan led Sehun in, delicate hands placed firmly on bony shoulders, nudging him in the doorway.
-
When Sehun finally made it home, he was dizzy with Luhan's scent, Luhan's voice, Luhan's flighty touches, and he was heady with everything that was Luhan.
He unlocked the door to his apartment and heard loud beatboxing and singing and the sounds of pots and pans clanking around in the kitchen, and he sighed. Jongin was having nothing short of a party in their shared apartment.
"Baekhyun, Chanyeol, can you guys keep it down some?" his ever considerate best friend, aka the co-owner of the suite, was yelling from somewhere Sehun couldn't see him.
"I can't believe you're really doing this, Jongin," Sehun tried uselessly to scold from the doorway. "And who the fuck is in the kitchen? They'd better not be burning anything because I am NOT cleaning that mess up!" He managed to dodge Chanyeol's tackle while rounding the corner, but Baekhyun's eyeliner managed to hit him smack in the eye.
"Umm… Sehun, I'd like to introduce you to Kyungsoo…" Jongin bit one of his thick lips and looked around aimlessly for a moment. "…My boyfriend."
"Oh, Kyungsoo. Your…WHAAAAATTT."
Chanyeol had to drag Sehun's limp body into the poor boy's bedroom, and he mercilessly plopped the body down on the bed, a concerned Baekhyun trailing behind but offering no assistance.
"Must've been quite a shock," Baekhyun cooed sympathetically.
"I would've fainted, too," Chanyeol responded, and they left, closing the bedroom door behind them.
-
"Sehun-ah, you don't eat enough," Luhan chided one day. Yixing wasn't home, and Luhan had been bored out of his mind until he got a text from Sehun.
After their initial meeting at the cafe, Sehun found his keys sitting at his table, and he had gone with Luhan to a bubble tea shop hoping to make friends with the boy. The two got along well, and the pretty boy had given Sehun his phone number which had left Sehun in such good spirits until…he went back home for the day.
So he had waited a few days before mustering up the courage to text the sparkling youth, and he was rewarded with an excited Luhan calling and asking if he would "come over to my apartment I'll text you the address bye!"
Which is exactly how he ended up here, in Luhan's living room, sitting quietly on the couch while the latter was sprawled on the floor complaining that it was just too hot to do anything.
"Hyung," Sehun was still in disbelief that the babyfaced boy who was lounging on the linoleum in front of him was actually older than him, "you don't even know my eating habits…"
"I can tell," Luhan swatted at an imaginary flying insect.
"How?"
"I'm a psychology major."
Sehun laughed. Luhan turned his head to look at his company and burst out laughing as well even though he very well knew that the situation was not funny at all and that Sehun was absolutely ridiculous.
Sehun thought Luhan was ridiculous.
Luhan thought Sehun's laugh was pretty.
Sehun thought Luhan was pretty. But neither of them said anything.
"Hyung, I'm pretty sure that your body is so full of trans fat that it isn't even laughable."
"Yixing always makes fun of my affinity for McDonalds," the boy on the floor sighed dramatically, "he's a pre-med student."
"I'm a Chemical Engineering major, what does that make me?"
Luhan thought about it for a minute, but he never answered, opting instead to complain once again about the weather.
-
The next time Sehun was over, all of Luhan and Yixing's friends were there.
"You didn't tell me you had company," Sehun fidgeted in the doorway to the apartment.
"I always prefer your company, anyway," Luhan replied lightly. Sehun looked up and saw sparkles. He was sure that Luhan was a fairy in some past life. A really nice, vibrant, pretty fairy with long eyelashes and--"Sehun, your phone is ringing…"
"Uh, hello? Jongin? What's up?" That was the best greeting Sehun could manage while removing his shoes with one hand, balancing a shopping bag in the other. "Oh, I'm at a friend's place right now…" He looked up to see Luhan mouthing "tell him to come over" from the couch. Sehun sighed, he didn't really want his outrageous best friend meeting the only person that he really liked right now, but he didn't really have a choice. "I'll text you the address."
And of course, Jongin, being Jongin, brought along all of his and Sehun's mutual friends. All four of them. So as Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, and even Joonmyun stepped in to greet Luhan, Sehun could only bury his face in his hands and agonize quietly. Somehow, all twelve people managed to find space in the apartment to sit and chat.
"So," Jongin started, "how do you know Sehunnie?" Sehun not-so-discreetly kicked him from his position leaning against the couch.
Luhan, whom the question was obviously directed to, chuckled, playing with a loose thread on Sehun's sleeve, replied, "I saw him from a bus…" Sehun looked at him curiously. "I mean, we met in front of a cafe after he left his house key there. I helped him look for it."
Between Jongin's teasing, Chanyeol's attempts at speaking English with Kris, Baekhyun's nonstop gossiping with Tao, the topic somehow landed on food.
"I enjoy cooking." Everyone looked at Kris who did not look like he would enjoy any domestic activities. The man was over six feet tall and modelesque with well-chiseled features. Tao made a face.
"Ew, ge. Nobody wants to eat your cooking…except Luhan ge who obviously has a death wish."
"You know who's a really good cook," Jongin started up, "Kyungsoo is the ideal housewife!"
Kyungsoo shot his boyfriend a pointed look before slapping on his best hostess smile. "I don't mind cooking for everyone if we can all just go to Jongin's place."
-
All twelve people managed to migrate from Luhan and Yixing's tiny apartment to Sehun and Jongin's tinier one. On the way there, Joonmyun and Yixing seemed to have bonded over stories of Joonmyun's charity work and Yixing's intern experience at the hospital, Chanyeol was still testing out his English on Kris, Baekhyun was now listening to Tao's gossip, Minseok was whining about his hunger while a sympathetic Jongdae patted him on the shoulder, and Jongin and Kyungsoo were blatantly flirting. Sehun stole glances at Luhan who was walking beside him, talking animatedly about something that had happened in one of his classes the other day, and he decided that Luhan made him happy. He subconsciously smiled. Luhan looked over and smiled back.
Kyungsoo's offer to cook dinner for the other eleven turned into an impromptu Iron Chef battle between himself and Kris, with the others acting as helpers (or more like distractions).
Sehun had snuck off to his room with Luhan in tow after dinner, shutting the door incase someone blew something up and the shrapnel flew towards his room.
Luhan was currently laying on Sehun's bed, invading Sehun's personal space, breathing Sehun's air, touching Sehun's skin with his own. Sehun shifted his position a little so that he could stare at the face of the person who currently had an arm casually wrapped around him as if it was the most natural thing to do. Sehun immediately regretted his previous action as his breath hitched in his throat, words mixed in and lost with the breath caught in his windpipe. Luhan was there, just inches away. Luhan, with the pretty eyes, the pointy nose, the pouty lips. Luhan, whose touches were too feather-light and careless. Luhan, whose fingertips danced over his wrist and shoulders and back. Luhan, who was always nonchalant, oblivious, dazed.
"Sehun-ah," Luhan whispered in the dark of Sehun's room.
Sehun was barely conscious, his head reeling with Luhan's scent, his warmth, his presence. "Yes, hyung..?"
Luhan moved closer, his eyelashes nearly tickling Sehun's cheek. "Sehun-ah, let's go out for coffee sometime," he breathed against Sehun's lips which were parted unconsciously.
And before he could reply, Luhan gently pressed his lips to Sehun's over and over again, with kisses as light as his touches, as fleeting as his actions, as sweet as his words. And Sehun wouldn't have had it any differently.
-
Sehun was in Luhan's apartment again, except this time, he was the one sprawled out on the floor. Yixing was out appreciating coffee with his "new best friend Joonmyun" (as Luhan had so bitterly accused). There were two glasses on the table, a cafe au lait and an iced Americano, both with condensation slipping down the sides and pooling at the base.
"That's going to leave rings on the coffee table, hyung," Sehun noted, motioning towards the cups, "You should invest in some coasters."
Luhan shrugged, settling down next to Sehun, head resting on his boyfriend's outstretched arm, "It doesn't really matter."
And it didn't matter. Luhan didn't care about water leaving rings on the coffee table that Yixing had bought when they first rented the apartment. He didn't care that it was a sweltering one-hundred and two degrees in the apartment right now. He didn't care that his lifespan was probably cut in half because he ate enough fast food in a week to feed a small, impoverished country. He only cared that he had Sehun. And he did. So nothing mattered.
Sehun thought Luhan was careless.