youth
youth
drama, romance / chanhun / r
how could a person be a home?
555 words, tbc
romanticized, jaded teen; significant age difference ; trivialized touchy subjects
chanyeol craved sehun like the moon craves the night sky at twilight. it was very late at night. there were birds outside chanyeol’s window, chirping for some reason. they were delusional, chanyeol thought, just like him for sehun.
chanyeol called sehun and said, “i am craving you.”
sehun picked up and said, “hello.”
chanyeol said, “it is very, very late at night and i want you.”
sehun said, “okay. are we in love?”
chanyeol said, “yes, yes, very much so. let’s go outside.”
sehun said, “i am at home right now.”
chanyeol said, “i will pick you up.”
sehun said, “yes. i will wait outside.”
it was 1:32 AM and chanyeol left his house to pick sehun up. when chanyeol pulled up to sehun’s house (in his sleek, black lamborghini), he saw sehun sitting on the doorsteps. sehun’s house looked old and dark, as usual. sehun smiled slightly when chanyeol rolled the window down and looked at him. chanyeol’s heart started to beat maybe a little faster.
sehun walked to chanyeol’s car. he leaned against the door of the passenger’s side and tilted his head in through the window. he said, “i must look like a whore, being picked up in your fancy car very late at night.”
“you’re not a whore,” chanyeol said. sehun leaned back, opened the door to the passenger’s side, and sat down in the car. he shut the door and put on his seatbelt. he rolled the window back up. chanyeol stared at him and sehun looked at chanyeol for a split second.
“where are we going?” sehun asked.
“anywhere,” chanyeol said.
“i want to eat,” sehun said. “i didn’t eat yesterday.”
“why not?” chanyeol asked. he started to drive. sehun shrugged. sehun put his arm against the door and touched the interior of the car very carefully. his fingers skimmed along the leather.
it was quiet in the car. they were both used to it being quiet. sehun looked very young and tired. chanyeol was always afraid of looking a lot older, even though there were only what felt like a few years apart. 18 and 27 didn’t sound too bad out loud, but on paper, it seemed terrible.
they were in love. tomorrow, maybe sehun would hate him, but chanyeol would still be very much in love. sehun tilted his head to the side. he rested the top of his head against the cool, tinted window. he looked at chanyeol. he said, “maybe something traumatic happened to me when i was a child.”
“i wouldn’t know,” chanyeol said. “it would be bad, if that is something that happened.”
“i know,” sehun said. “what a shame.”
“i love you,” chanyeol reminded sehun.
sehun nodded and looked away. chanyeol kept driving. chanyeol brought them to some place where they could eat. it wasn’t fancy, but sehun seemed to enjoy it. when they were done, chanyeol asked sehun if he wanted to go home. sehun told him that he wanted to go home, but not his home. chanyeol told him okay. chanyeol took sehun to his home. his home was larger and more well-built than sehun’s home.
they made love. after they made love, sehun told chanyeol, “you are my home,” and then fell asleep. chanyeol stayed awake and stared at the ceiling. how could a person be a home?
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drama, romance / chanhun / r
how could a person be a home?
555 words, tbc
romanticized, jaded teen; significant age difference ; trivialized touchy subjects
chanyeol craved sehun like the moon craves the night sky at twilight. it was very late at night. there were birds outside chanyeol’s window, chirping for some reason. they were delusional, chanyeol thought, just like him for sehun.
chanyeol called sehun and said, “i am craving you.”
sehun picked up and said, “hello.”
chanyeol said, “it is very, very late at night and i want you.”
sehun said, “okay. are we in love?”
chanyeol said, “yes, yes, very much so. let’s go outside.”
sehun said, “i am at home right now.”
chanyeol said, “i will pick you up.”
sehun said, “yes. i will wait outside.”
it was 1:32 AM and chanyeol left his house to pick sehun up. when chanyeol pulled up to sehun’s house (in his sleek, black lamborghini), he saw sehun sitting on the doorsteps. sehun’s house looked old and dark, as usual. sehun smiled slightly when chanyeol rolled the window down and looked at him. chanyeol’s heart started to beat maybe a little faster.
sehun walked to chanyeol’s car. he leaned against the door of the passenger’s side and tilted his head in through the window. he said, “i must look like a whore, being picked up in your fancy car very late at night.”
“you’re not a whore,” chanyeol said. sehun leaned back, opened the door to the passenger’s side, and sat down in the car. he shut the door and put on his seatbelt. he rolled the window back up. chanyeol stared at him and sehun looked at chanyeol for a split second.
“where are we going?” sehun asked.
“anywhere,” chanyeol said.
“i want to eat,” sehun said. “i didn’t eat yesterday.”
“why not?” chanyeol asked. he started to drive. sehun shrugged. sehun put his arm against the door and touched the interior of the car very carefully. his fingers skimmed along the leather.
it was quiet in the car. they were both used to it being quiet. sehun looked very young and tired. chanyeol was always afraid of looking a lot older, even though there were only what felt like a few years apart. 18 and 27 didn’t sound too bad out loud, but on paper, it seemed terrible.
they were in love. tomorrow, maybe sehun would hate him, but chanyeol would still be very much in love. sehun tilted his head to the side. he rested the top of his head against the cool, tinted window. he looked at chanyeol. he said, “maybe something traumatic happened to me when i was a child.”
“i wouldn’t know,” chanyeol said. “it would be bad, if that is something that happened.”
“i know,” sehun said. “what a shame.”
“i love you,” chanyeol reminded sehun.
sehun nodded and looked away. chanyeol kept driving. chanyeol brought them to some place where they could eat. it wasn’t fancy, but sehun seemed to enjoy it. when they were done, chanyeol asked sehun if he wanted to go home. sehun told him that he wanted to go home, but not his home. chanyeol told him okay. chanyeol took sehun to his home. his home was larger and more well-built than sehun’s home.
they made love. after they made love, sehun told chanyeol, “you are my home,” and then fell asleep. chanyeol stayed awake and stared at the ceiling. how could a person be a home?
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