An Absolute Orchid! (2/?)
Title: An Absolute Orchid! (2/?)
Genre: AU, fluff
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: PG
Summary: Luhan thinks everything is gross, and Sehun can't control his feels.
A/N: A super quick continuation...to clear my mind! Don't expect coherency. It no longer exists in my universe.
Apparently, there were a lot of things that Luhan deemed "gross."
Sehun found that out the hard way.
-
Despite Sehun's intense scheming to get Luhan to like him, it was always the other who asked him out first.
They had gone to the park, at Sehun's suggestion, because it was beautiful weather, and Luhan had grudgingly agreed. It appeared that Luhan did not enjoy the outdoors.
"Sehun..Sehun…SEHUN, WHAT IS THAT."
Sehun ran towards the bench where he had left Luhan sitting awkwardly on the edge of the seat. The two chocolate dipped ice-cream cones wobbled unsteadily in his hands as he tried to balance them while running. "WHAT WHAT WHAT IS IT ARE YOU ON FIRE OH GOD."
"What. Is. That?" Luhan, who was now standing awkwardly next to the bench, was jabbing a finger towards his previous seat obviously in extreme distress.
"Uh… Hyung, that's just a millipede," Sehun breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that Luhan had contracted a flesh-eating bacteria or something. If his hands weren't so occupied with ice-cream, he would have pinched the bridge of his nose.
Luhan sniffled cutely, "I knew that…" He took the ice-cream that Sehun handed him, and started nibbling on the chocolate shell, watching as Sehun quickly brushed the millipede off of the bench.
Sehun laughed when Luhan squeaked as the insect fell to the ground.
After the millipede mishap, Sehun was carefully observing the way that Luhan bit into the hardened chocolate, slowly sucking the extracted piece into his mouth, and then licking his lips, when he saw that vanilla ice-cream had dripped down Luhan's chin.
He was caught in a hard place that was somewhere between telling Luhan to wipe his chin, catching the falling droplet, or licking the damned thing off with his own tongue because Luhan looked absolutely delicious right then.
But, of course, he stopped himself from doing any of these three things (since he didn't want to be a creep like Chanyeol) and settled for observing the white droplet make its way down Luhan's neck.
Sehun swallowed hard.
"Eww," Luhan frowned when he felt the sweet liquid trickle down the skin on his neck. "Gross."
Obviously, Sehun didn't think that there was anything remotely gross about this situation, but he just went along with it in the most normal way that he could. "Uh, here, let me get that."
He reached out with a napkin and began to trace the sticky trail from Luhan's chin, down his neck, and under the collar of his shirt. Luhan let out a cough, as Sehun reached down his shirt.
"WAIT. OH GOD, SORRY." Sehun jerked his hand back out of Luhan's shirt and decided that, if Luhan didn't hate him before, he definitely hated him now. He was pretty much about to cry tears of agony, a very manly thing to do, when Luhan just laughed again. Sehun gave the boy in front of him an incredulous look because he had just embarrassed himself by inadvertently molesting the beautiful man of his dreams, and here was Luhan, choking on his laughter.
"It's okay," Luhan smiled, and Sehun had a heart attack, or at the very least, a heart murmur.
-
"So," Jongin started, sucking on the tip of his popsicle, "How's your relationship with Luhan going?"
"You mean the non-existent one?" Sehun rubbed the side of his face. He was too tired for Jongin, and Baekhyun and Chanyeol were playing some kind of game on the floor. Wasn't summer supposed to be a time for rest or something? "It isn't going."
Jongin smacked his lips thoughtfully and waved the popsicle at Sehun. "Sounds like you've got a bit of a problem there, son."
"He thinks everything is gross," Sehun deadpanned.
"Yup, sounds like Luhan." Jongin smirked, "So…Giving up now, Sehunnie?"
"OF COURSE NOT HOW CAN I GIVE UP. NOTHING IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR AN ANGEL."
"…Luhan's right. You are gross."
Sehun glared at his friend, "He never called me gross… I think it's an orchid thing."
"What?"
"An orchid thing."
Jongin glanced over at Chanyeol and Baekhyun who were bickering over their game. "Do you want to be lovey-dovey like those two, or what?"
"HEEEYYYYYYY," those two protested collectively.
Reaching over to smack Jongin on the head, Sehun scoffed, "Of course not. Luhan and I are above those two."
"We are not your underlings, Oh Sehun." Baekhyun threw a game piece at his head, hitting the target square in the mouth.
"SCORE," Chanyeol cheered.
Sehun would definitely have killed some bitches right then if his phone didn't start ringing immediately after the assault. Even then, he probably would have chosen the murder of two of his best friends over taking the call if it wasn't from one particular baby-faced germaphobe.
So, being the civilized and dignified man that he was, Sehun grabbed his phone and walked out of the apartment holding his bloody nose.
"Hello, this is Sehun speaking," he tried in the most suave voice he could muster. He was proud of himself for the husky, deeper-than-usual voice that he managed to conjure up.
There was shuffling on the other end followed by a faint, "Um, Sehun?"
"Yes, hyung?" Sehun rubbed at his sore nose, only succeeding in smearing the blood all over his face.
"Can you come down to the lobby? I'm kind of here…"
"You're here? Sure! Of course! Why did you come? Um, not that I don't want you visiting me or anything, but it was so unexpected! I'm actually really glad you came because I was stuck in my apartment wedged between Jongin and the couch and Chanyeol and Baekhyun were throwing small army men around and Jongin was getting sticky popsicle juice everywhere and BOY am I glad that you came." Sehun blabbed the entire elevator trip down to the lobby, and when he arrived on the first floor, Luhan was standing a few feet away from the elevator doors.
Luhan laughed when the doors opened, exposing Sehun's bloody face and rumpled clothing.
Sehun nearly died then, suddenly realizing that his nose was bleeding and that he was still dressed in leisurewear for a lazy day at home. "Uh. Well, shit," he mumbled, hands fumbling to disconnect the phone call.
"Sehun-ah, are you okay?" Luhan took confident strides towards him, and Sehun was freaking out because Luhan was coming closer and he still looked disgusting. "What happened to your face?"
"I..uh… I got into a fist fight," he replied lamely, hoping that it at least sounded cool and manly.
"A fist fight."
"…Yes?"
"With your friends."
"…Correct."
Luhan eyed Sehun's bloody hand and reached out for the clean one. Sehun felt his eyes bulge out in shock and arousal. He made a mental note to see a therapist later.
"I need you to help me with something," Luhan said shyly, fingertips lightly touching Sehun's palm. "It's really really urgent…so we have to go to my place right away."
Sehun gurgled as Luhan pulled him out of the building and onto the sidewalk.
Genre: AU, fluff
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: PG
Summary: Luhan thinks everything is gross, and Sehun can't control his feels.
A/N: A super quick continuation...to clear my mind! Don't expect coherency. It no longer exists in my universe.
Apparently, there were a lot of things that Luhan deemed "gross."
Sehun found that out the hard way.
-
Despite Sehun's intense scheming to get Luhan to like him, it was always the other who asked him out first.
They had gone to the park, at Sehun's suggestion, because it was beautiful weather, and Luhan had grudgingly agreed. It appeared that Luhan did not enjoy the outdoors.
"Sehun..Sehun…SEHUN, WHAT IS THAT."
Sehun ran towards the bench where he had left Luhan sitting awkwardly on the edge of the seat. The two chocolate dipped ice-cream cones wobbled unsteadily in his hands as he tried to balance them while running. "WHAT WHAT WHAT IS IT ARE YOU ON FIRE OH GOD."
"What. Is. That?" Luhan, who was now standing awkwardly next to the bench, was jabbing a finger towards his previous seat obviously in extreme distress.
"Uh… Hyung, that's just a millipede," Sehun breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that Luhan had contracted a flesh-eating bacteria or something. If his hands weren't so occupied with ice-cream, he would have pinched the bridge of his nose.
Luhan sniffled cutely, "I knew that…" He took the ice-cream that Sehun handed him, and started nibbling on the chocolate shell, watching as Sehun quickly brushed the millipede off of the bench.
Sehun laughed when Luhan squeaked as the insect fell to the ground.
After the millipede mishap, Sehun was carefully observing the way that Luhan bit into the hardened chocolate, slowly sucking the extracted piece into his mouth, and then licking his lips, when he saw that vanilla ice-cream had dripped down Luhan's chin.
He was caught in a hard place that was somewhere between telling Luhan to wipe his chin, catching the falling droplet, or licking the damned thing off with his own tongue because Luhan looked absolutely delicious right then.
But, of course, he stopped himself from doing any of these three things (since he didn't want to be a creep like Chanyeol) and settled for observing the white droplet make its way down Luhan's neck.
Sehun swallowed hard.
"Eww," Luhan frowned when he felt the sweet liquid trickle down the skin on his neck. "Gross."
Obviously, Sehun didn't think that there was anything remotely gross about this situation, but he just went along with it in the most normal way that he could. "Uh, here, let me get that."
He reached out with a napkin and began to trace the sticky trail from Luhan's chin, down his neck, and under the collar of his shirt. Luhan let out a cough, as Sehun reached down his shirt.
"WAIT. OH GOD, SORRY." Sehun jerked his hand back out of Luhan's shirt and decided that, if Luhan didn't hate him before, he definitely hated him now. He was pretty much about to cry tears of agony, a very manly thing to do, when Luhan just laughed again. Sehun gave the boy in front of him an incredulous look because he had just embarrassed himself by inadvertently molesting the beautiful man of his dreams, and here was Luhan, choking on his laughter.
"It's okay," Luhan smiled, and Sehun had a heart attack, or at the very least, a heart murmur.
-
"So," Jongin started, sucking on the tip of his popsicle, "How's your relationship with Luhan going?"
"You mean the non-existent one?" Sehun rubbed the side of his face. He was too tired for Jongin, and Baekhyun and Chanyeol were playing some kind of game on the floor. Wasn't summer supposed to be a time for rest or something? "It isn't going."
Jongin smacked his lips thoughtfully and waved the popsicle at Sehun. "Sounds like you've got a bit of a problem there, son."
"He thinks everything is gross," Sehun deadpanned.
"Yup, sounds like Luhan." Jongin smirked, "So…Giving up now, Sehunnie?"
"OF COURSE NOT HOW CAN I GIVE UP. NOTHING IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR AN ANGEL."
"…Luhan's right. You are gross."
Sehun glared at his friend, "He never called me gross… I think it's an orchid thing."
"What?"
"An orchid thing."
Jongin glanced over at Chanyeol and Baekhyun who were bickering over their game. "Do you want to be lovey-dovey like those two, or what?"
"HEEEYYYYYYY," those two protested collectively.
Reaching over to smack Jongin on the head, Sehun scoffed, "Of course not. Luhan and I are above those two."
"We are not your underlings, Oh Sehun." Baekhyun threw a game piece at his head, hitting the target square in the mouth.
"SCORE," Chanyeol cheered.
Sehun would definitely have killed some bitches right then if his phone didn't start ringing immediately after the assault. Even then, he probably would have chosen the murder of two of his best friends over taking the call if it wasn't from one particular baby-faced germaphobe.
So, being the civilized and dignified man that he was, Sehun grabbed his phone and walked out of the apartment holding his bloody nose.
"Hello, this is Sehun speaking," he tried in the most suave voice he could muster. He was proud of himself for the husky, deeper-than-usual voice that he managed to conjure up.
There was shuffling on the other end followed by a faint, "Um, Sehun?"
"Yes, hyung?" Sehun rubbed at his sore nose, only succeeding in smearing the blood all over his face.
"Can you come down to the lobby? I'm kind of here…"
"You're here? Sure! Of course! Why did you come? Um, not that I don't want you visiting me or anything, but it was so unexpected! I'm actually really glad you came because I was stuck in my apartment wedged between Jongin and the couch and Chanyeol and Baekhyun were throwing small army men around and Jongin was getting sticky popsicle juice everywhere and BOY am I glad that you came." Sehun blabbed the entire elevator trip down to the lobby, and when he arrived on the first floor, Luhan was standing a few feet away from the elevator doors.
Luhan laughed when the doors opened, exposing Sehun's bloody face and rumpled clothing.
Sehun nearly died then, suddenly realizing that his nose was bleeding and that he was still dressed in leisurewear for a lazy day at home. "Uh. Well, shit," he mumbled, hands fumbling to disconnect the phone call.
"Sehun-ah, are you okay?" Luhan took confident strides towards him, and Sehun was freaking out because Luhan was coming closer and he still looked disgusting. "What happened to your face?"
"I..uh… I got into a fist fight," he replied lamely, hoping that it at least sounded cool and manly.
"A fist fight."
"…Yes?"
"With your friends."
"…Correct."
Luhan eyed Sehun's bloody hand and reached out for the clean one. Sehun felt his eyes bulge out in shock and arousal. He made a mental note to see a therapist later.
"I need you to help me with something," Luhan said shyly, fingertips lightly touching Sehun's palm. "It's really really urgent…so we have to go to my place right away."
Sehun gurgled as Luhan pulled him out of the building and onto the sidewalk.