(no subject)
Day of Challenge: Week 1, Challenge 4
Pairing: Sehun/Lunah
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Length: 855
Summary/Warnings: Prompt #8 - write on a time limit. Written + edited in 30 mins.
Holiday season inevitably means dinner party season.
Sehun's already been roped into going to far more than he's ever been interested in attending, but there's another one tonight, and despite his best protests, he''ll be going to this one as well. He sulkily wonders if he'll be able to sneak off after the food to visit his new neighbour-recently-turned-boyfriend Luhan, but he's yet to inform his parents about that little development so he really has no excuse. Cheer up, darling, his mother had crooned, there will be plenty of kids your age! But Sehun didn't want just any kid his age; he wanted Luhan, and the holiday season had just been such a whirl of social events that he'd barely had time to see the other boy.
Six o'clock rolls around, and Sehun arrives with his family fashionably late, as per usual. His mother had a thing against being the first guest or something, so they always aimed to be at least half an hour late. Sehun's carrying the two dishes his mother has made - a massive container of winter melon soup in one, and a tray with neat rows of dumplings in the other - waiting for the host to open the door. His mother not-so-subtly thumps him in the back, hissing at him to straighten up.
Once the door opens, it's a flurry of greetings - Hello, Auntie. Yes, I'm fine, thank you. How are you? Oh, have I really grown that much? - and Sehun is already sick of the cloying attention and half-pasted smiles as wizened eyes size him up. He knows he's being compared to their children. He escapes to the kitchen, but he can still hear the aunties interrogating his mother about his SAT scores and college applications, as well as the hurried whispers about whose children had gotten into Harvard. He deposits his platters onto the kitchen counter, after re-arranging some of the other dishes to make space.
A pair of arms snake around his waist causing him to shriek in a rather unmanly manner, before he whirls around clapping his hands over his mouth. Luhan's in front of him with the biggest smile in the world lighting up his face, eyes practically disappearing behind his cheeks.
"What are you doing here?" Sehun whispers. He actually has no idea why he is whispering, so he clears his throat noisily.
"Oh, the neighbors down the street invited us. She told my mom it'd be a nice way to introduce us to the Asian families living in the neighborhood."
This party was already looking better.
---
Soon after the last family arrives, dinner starts. Everything is served buffet style, and the dads wander off to chat and laugh with beers in one hand and full plate in the other, while the moms gather around the coffee table in the living room, hurried gossip flowing in a murmur of voices. The younger children have wandered off to eat in the basement around the ping pong table, leaving Luhan and Sehun to their own devices.
They settle in the study, taking care to set their drinks clear of any electronics. Just as they're about to dig in, Luhan stands up with a mischievous look.
"I'm going to the bathroom, Sehun," He said lightly, voice hinting at something.
Unfortunately, Sehun remained oblivious. "Okay. Do you mind if I start without you? I'm starving."
Luhan nudged him with his foot. "I'm not sure where it is. Would you mind coming with me?"
"I don't live here… why would you want me to - " At this point, Sehun finally looks up, and catches Luhan's expression. "Oh. Oh. Um, yeah, sure."
They walk stealthily out of the study, trying to look inconspicuous, but Sehun's mom spots them.
"Oh I see you've met Luhan already," she gushes. "That's so lovely! Luhan, you mother is such a sweetheart. I had no idea you're just down the street from us! You'll have to come over often now!" She smooths her hand over Luhan's hair, and pats him lightly on the back. Sehun flushes.
Luhan just smiles blithely. "Of course, Auntie! It's so nice of you to invite me. You are all welcome anytime at our home too, of course!"
"Aren't you just the politest little thing. So well mannered!" She pats Luhan's cheeks. "Well, eat up, boys. Plenty of food in the kitchen." She waltzes away to the join the other mothers, and Sehun drags Luhan down the nearest hallway away from them.
They finally make it to a bathroom in some random corner of the massive house, and Sehun pulling a giggling Luhan in behind him and locking the door.
"Your mom is something," he says, eyes twinkling, as Sehun's cheeks heat up again.
"She is so embarrassing," Sehun mumbles, turning away from Luhan to tug at shirt and fix his hair in the mirror.
"No point in doing that," Luhan breathes into his ear. "It's going to get messed up anyway."
And Sehun finds himself spun around and pulled into a messy kiss, Luhan's hands sliding into his hair right away to keep him in place.
Pairing: Sehun/Lunah
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Length: 855
Summary/Warnings: Prompt #8 - write on a time limit. Written + edited in 30 mins.
Holiday season inevitably means dinner party season.
Sehun's already been roped into going to far more than he's ever been interested in attending, but there's another one tonight, and despite his best protests, he''ll be going to this one as well. He sulkily wonders if he'll be able to sneak off after the food to visit his new neighbour-recently-turned-boyfriend Luhan, but he's yet to inform his parents about that little development so he really has no excuse. Cheer up, darling, his mother had crooned, there will be plenty of kids your age! But Sehun didn't want just any kid his age; he wanted Luhan, and the holiday season had just been such a whirl of social events that he'd barely had time to see the other boy.
Six o'clock rolls around, and Sehun arrives with his family fashionably late, as per usual. His mother had a thing against being the first guest or something, so they always aimed to be at least half an hour late. Sehun's carrying the two dishes his mother has made - a massive container of winter melon soup in one, and a tray with neat rows of dumplings in the other - waiting for the host to open the door. His mother not-so-subtly thumps him in the back, hissing at him to straighten up.
Once the door opens, it's a flurry of greetings - Hello, Auntie. Yes, I'm fine, thank you. How are you? Oh, have I really grown that much? - and Sehun is already sick of the cloying attention and half-pasted smiles as wizened eyes size him up. He knows he's being compared to their children. He escapes to the kitchen, but he can still hear the aunties interrogating his mother about his SAT scores and college applications, as well as the hurried whispers about whose children had gotten into Harvard. He deposits his platters onto the kitchen counter, after re-arranging some of the other dishes to make space.
A pair of arms snake around his waist causing him to shriek in a rather unmanly manner, before he whirls around clapping his hands over his mouth. Luhan's in front of him with the biggest smile in the world lighting up his face, eyes practically disappearing behind his cheeks.
"What are you doing here?" Sehun whispers. He actually has no idea why he is whispering, so he clears his throat noisily.
"Oh, the neighbors down the street invited us. She told my mom it'd be a nice way to introduce us to the Asian families living in the neighborhood."
This party was already looking better.
---
Soon after the last family arrives, dinner starts. Everything is served buffet style, and the dads wander off to chat and laugh with beers in one hand and full plate in the other, while the moms gather around the coffee table in the living room, hurried gossip flowing in a murmur of voices. The younger children have wandered off to eat in the basement around the ping pong table, leaving Luhan and Sehun to their own devices.
They settle in the study, taking care to set their drinks clear of any electronics. Just as they're about to dig in, Luhan stands up with a mischievous look.
"I'm going to the bathroom, Sehun," He said lightly, voice hinting at something.
Unfortunately, Sehun remained oblivious. "Okay. Do you mind if I start without you? I'm starving."
Luhan nudged him with his foot. "I'm not sure where it is. Would you mind coming with me?"
"I don't live here… why would you want me to - " At this point, Sehun finally looks up, and catches Luhan's expression. "Oh. Oh. Um, yeah, sure."
They walk stealthily out of the study, trying to look inconspicuous, but Sehun's mom spots them.
"Oh I see you've met Luhan already," she gushes. "That's so lovely! Luhan, you mother is such a sweetheart. I had no idea you're just down the street from us! You'll have to come over often now!" She smooths her hand over Luhan's hair, and pats him lightly on the back. Sehun flushes.
Luhan just smiles blithely. "Of course, Auntie! It's so nice of you to invite me. You are all welcome anytime at our home too, of course!"
"Aren't you just the politest little thing. So well mannered!" She pats Luhan's cheeks. "Well, eat up, boys. Plenty of food in the kitchen." She waltzes away to the join the other mothers, and Sehun drags Luhan down the nearest hallway away from them.
They finally make it to a bathroom in some random corner of the massive house, and Sehun pulling a giggling Luhan in behind him and locking the door.
"Your mom is something," he says, eyes twinkling, as Sehun's cheeks heat up again.
"She is so embarrassing," Sehun mumbles, turning away from Luhan to tug at shirt and fix his hair in the mirror.
"No point in doing that," Luhan breathes into his ear. "It's going to get messed up anyway."
And Sehun finds himself spun around and pulled into a messy kiss, Luhan's hands sliding into his hair right away to keep him in place.