skipping in twelve
skipping in twelve
pg-13; romance; sehun/luhan, ninja!baekhyun/yixing; 2,885w
summary: it’s how they met and fell in love in increments of twelve.
a/n: birthday fic for bluedveins. ♥ happy birthday, bb. i hope this is to your liking~
sehun starts to think that, maybe, tolerating his stupid friends and their equally stupid idea to spend the last day of the semester getting drunk while shamelessly rubbing certain body parts against a total stranger on the dance floor isn’t a good idea, after all.
it probably sounded like one two hours ago when his friends - jongin, baekhyun, and chanyeol - were completely lucid and in total control of themselves as plan after plan of savoring the first night of their freedom slipped from their lips. but as the night went on and drinks were easily knocked back one after the other, bodies swaying in time with the blaring music from the stereos, sehun found himself questioning his judgment and his horrible choice of friends.
the same friends who, in sehun’s utter mortification, are currently wreaking havoc on the dance floor.
aside from being ridiculously tall, chanyeol stands out from the crowd because of his mad dancing skills, his gangly limbs moving in every which way in a poor attempt to match the fast tempo of the song playing in the background (it really just resembles flailing more than anything else). sehun can see baekhyun just a few feet away from chanyeol and while he’s not nearly as embarrassing as the latter, sehun still can’t help but to facepalm at the rather erotic way his body moves against another boy. sehun doesn’t even need to sweep his eyes over the gyrating crowd to know where jongin is - anyone can effortlessly pick out the only boy dancing in the middle without a shirt on.
sehun groans; he feels like the biggest failure in the friends department (that’s probably because he is).
“are they your friends?”
sehun whips his head to the side at the sudden voice and underlying accent and, instantly, a mop of honey-colored hair meets his vision, along with a side profile that looks far too feminine to belong on a male’s face. the other boy is staring at the exact spot where his friends are currently at and sehun feels the overwhelming urge to disown those three right at this very moment just so he can say no, i don’t acquaint with crazy people without feeling the least bit guilty about it.
but then, sehun’s loyalty to his friends works at the most inopportune times, so his conscience immediately squashes that thought away and he hesitantly answers, “uh…yes.” the word unfortunately hangs precariously on his tongue.
the boy then shifts his gaze in sehun’s direction and sehun has to remind himself to breathe upon seeing that breathtaking smile on those lips. “i like them! although they seem to be a lot crazier than my friends.”
“they can, uh, really get out of hand when they’re drunk.” sehun doesn’t even want to imagine how thoroughly wasted his friends are right now. as though his mind just belatedly kicks into gear, a sudden realization strikes him, “wait, are your friends here, too?”
“yep,” he answers, exaggeratedly popping the p sound at the end, “one of them is actually dancing with your other friend - the short one.”
between jongin and baekhyun, sehun is pretty sure that the short one is actually intended for baekhyun (because, really, he would’ve used the term the half naked one if he was referring to jongin). sehun regrets his decision to take a quick peek at the dance floor to check on his friends because, for some ungodly reason, he first catches sight of baekhyun still dancing with the same boy from earlier, their movements far too provocative for it to still be considered publicly legal.
the soft laugh that reaches his ears catches sehun’s attention and when he turns to glance at his side, he is met with an apologetic look on the other’s face. “i’m sorry; yixing can be…a little too wild when he’s intoxicated.”
sehun laughs. “i can’t say i'm surprised? i mean, baekhyun hyung’s pretty much the same too.” with a pleased smile, sehun then holds out a hand and says, “i’m sehun, by the way.”
“luhan,” he amicably responds as he takes sehun’s hand and shakes it. sehun forces his face into a mask of indifference as the handshake ended far too quickly for his liking, the abrupt loss of warmth from luhan’s hand affecting him more than sehun cares to admit.
“so, care to tell me why you’re here and not -” luhan directs a pointing finger at the dance floor, crowded with sweaty bodies fitting themselves in a rather small space “- out there with your friends?”
“i don’t really like dancing with random strangers,” sehun smiles abashedly, “and someone also needs to be sober enough to drive us all home.”
“so you’re basically the babysitter of the group then?” luhan teases. the ridiculous thought coaxes out a little laugh from sehun.
“yeah, i guess.”
luhan throws an amused smile in his direction. “if it makes you feel any better, i do the babysitting for my friends most of the time too.”
sehun is about to express his contentment at luhan’s revelation (because finally someone who can understand his woes of having such terrible fate with his friends!) when luhan’s phone suddenly goes off, stopping sehun from whatever he is about to say. from the corner of his eye, sehun recognizes the troubled expression on luhan’s face as he continues to scroll through his phone, eyebrows knitting together and teeth worrying his lower lip.
“is there any problem?”
luhan looks up from his phone and, as soon as he turns in his seat to face his companion, sehun finds himself almost reaching out to run his finger against the crease on his forehead. “i need to go; roommate’s asking me to do a quick errand for him. will you be okay by yourself?”
suddenly feeling indignant, sehun is about to scoff and confidently answer of course when luhan cuts him off again, “oh, i know! give me your phone.” sehun looks at him questioningly and at sehun’s obvious hesitation, luhan can’t help but laugh and roll his eyes. “i'm not going to run away with your phone. i'll give you my number, so you can call or message me in case you’re stuck babysitting your friends again in the near future.”
sehun likes to think that having a good company while his friends get wasted at a club is the only reason why he’s fishing his phone out from his back pocket right now (really, it has nothing to do with sehun’s obvious attraction to luhan or anything like that). luhan quickly takes it from his grasp and, pretty soon, sehun can hear the dull beeps beside him as luhan quickly programs his number.
“there!” luhan says, pressing the last two digits in with a smile. sehun doesn’t hesitate to return the smile as he retrieves his phone. “just message me anytime, alright?”
sehun nods and before he can even properly say goodbye, luhan is already out of his seat and a few steps away from the door.
twelve days later
it’s in the middle of luhan’s history class when he gets the call, dbsk’s keep your head down obnoxiously blasting from his little phone. the professor sends a glare in luhan’s direction, obviously annoyed at being interrupted in the middle of his (very boring) discussion, and luhan can only bow his head in apology as he tries to excuse himself and maneuver his way out the door.
it’s only when he’s out in the empty hallway does luhan notice the unknown number flashing on the screen. furrowing his brows, luhan presses the answer button with hesitancy. “hello?”
“um, hello?” comes the uncertain voice on the other line, “is this luhan?”
“yes, this is him. who’s this?”
“this is sehun.” when a stream of silence follows right after his brief introduction, sehun decides to add, “you know, the…babysitter at the club last week?”
“oh! of course, i remember you!” luhan all but shrieks delightedly, a little too glad to hear sehun’s voice after waiting for this very phone call for days. remembering the words he had told sehun two weeks ago, luhan snatches a quick glance at his watch and asks, “wait, isn’t it too early to be at a club right now?”
and it’s true; it’s only half past noon and luhan, to his knowledge, thinks no club is open at this time of the day.
sehun laughs on the other line and luhan suddenly feels all warm just by hearing the mirth in his voice. “yes, it is and i’m actually just at home right now.”
“oh,” luhan says plainly. “so if you’re not in need of someone to talk to since you’re clearly not at a club right now, is there something you wanted to ask from me? or do you need help with something?”
“well.” luhan hears the hesitation in sehun’s voice and, for a second, he finds himself anxiously waiting for whatever sehun is about to say next. “i just, uh, want to ask if you want to have lunch with me tomorrow or something. i know this is really out of the blue and it’s totally understandable if you don’t want to! i mean, if you’re too busy or-”
now it’s luhan’s turn to laugh. luhan easily comes to a conclusion that a flustered sehun is an adorable sehun. “i'd love to have lunch with you tomorrow, sehun.”
“…really?”
“yes, really.” the astonishment in sehun’s voice amuses luhan far too much; luhan tries to hold back the laughter threatening to spill from his lips. “hey, i'm actually in the middle of my history class right now. can we talk about that lunch later?”
this seems to have snapped sehun from the current state of disbelief he’s in because he instantly spews out random words of apology and promises of calling back before finally ending the call with a rather hasty goodbye.
luhan, amused and excited at the prospect of talking to sehun again later, tucks his phone in his pocket and tries not to attract too much attention as he makes his way back to his seat (the ear-splitting grin plastered on his face is enough to earn him a few puzzled looks, though).
twelve weeks later
“we should go out today, hyung.”
luhan tears his gaze away from the magazine he’s currently reading and glances down at sehun lying on his lap, his head pillowed rather comfortably on luhan’s thigh. it's saturday and, with nothing else to do in mind, they both have decided to spend their free day just lounging at luhan’s dorm.
luhan cards his fingers through sehun’s hair, earning him a hum of contentment from sehun in exchange. “hmm. where do you want to go?”
sehun stops fiddling with the rubiks cube in his hand (he’s never quite learned how to solve one, much to luhan’s amusement) and thinks hard, features contorted into one of utter concentration, before his face finally breaks out into a smile. “we could go out for bubble tea. and, oh, we need to buy cake, too!”
“cake? what for?”
sehun pouts at the question and luhan quickly leans down to kiss that pout off his face. with a grin, sehun replies, “well, we’ve been dating for three months already. shouldn’t we celebrate that with a cake?”
“we don’t need cake to celebrate this day, though.” luhan laces their fingers together, a contented smile playing on his lips. “having you here is more than enough, sehun-ah.”
sehun turns his head away from luhan’s line of vision, burning heat pooling underneath his pale skin as he splutters an embarrassed “you’re so cheesy, hyung!”
luhan laughs, clearly enjoying a flustered sehun on his lap. it’s little moments like these that tug at his heartstrings the most, the simple things they do together always enough to put a smile on his face.
luhan believes he can’t love sehun more than he already does now, his heart already threatening to burst from the overwhelming feelings he holds for sehun, but when sehun ties a red string around luhan’s pinkie finger that same night, the other end of it connecting him to sehun with unspoken promises of forever, luhan realizes he’s wrong -
and sehun will only continue proving him wrong as they spend every single day of their forever together.
luhan thinks he doesn’t really mind.
twelve months later
it is almost two in the morning when luhan finally makes it to bed, his eyes feeling heavy and arms sluggish as he moves to lift up the sheets. he had spent the majority of his time poring over every single newspaper available in their apartment, eyes squinting as he skimmed over the jobs listed on every page, and luhan thinks he can’t possibly bear to stay up for another hour without at least getting a proper nap first.
luhan slides into bed and reaches out, a pleased smile tugging the ends of his lips when he finds sehun sleeping rather peacefully on his side of the bed. sehun radiates warmth and luhan can’t stop the wracking shudders running through his body as soon as he draws sehun closer. he curls into sehun’s body, molds himself easily to the curve of sehun’s back, and elicits a groan from him when luhan’s cold hands slide over a hot stomach.
“how long have you stayed up? your hands are so cold,” sehun mumbles, voice heavy with sleep, “you could’ve gotten sick, luhan.”
sehun turns around and opens his arms, wrapping them securely around luhan’s chilled body. they move closer and closer still, tangling their legs together until they found a comfortable position to settle in. luhan burrows himself deeper into the welcoming warmth and presses his face in the curve of a neck and shoulder, sighing as sehun’s hold on him instinctively tightens.
luhan thinks sharing a bed with sehun is one of the many amazing things to come forth from their current living arrangement, despite the fact that it’s also probably one of the basic routines of a couple living together. it might be mundane and nowhere near exciting for some but for luhan, sleeping beside sehun, breaths mingling and arms holding each other close, is still the best moment of his day.
the steadily chilling arrival of autumn gnaws at his bones and the cool air nips at his skin but luhan knows he can live through cold nights like this, just as long as sehun will always be there to cuddle and warm him up.
twelve years later
it feels as if sehun’s just stepped into a time machine and gone back in time, maneuvered his way back to when he had first met luhan twelve years ago.
the thought is simply ridiculous and sehun thinks - no, sehun knows - something has changed (because twelve years is too long a time for the club to still be the same cheap, dingy place he and his friends had often frequented before) but, somehow, everything feels so familiar: the music loudly pounding in his ears; the strobe lights casting shades of various colors against the walls; the endless chatter and noise and laughter of strangers and close friends alike; the taste of alcohol dizzying him, burning fierce on his tongue.
and sehun stands in the middle of it all, gyrating bodies surrounding him, moving and matching the heavy beat of the song drifting in the air. maybe twelve years ago this would have felt suffocating, the crowd robbing him of space and air to breathe and move, but now, sehun just tries to take everything in stride, the idea of bumping hips and shoulders with strangers anything but a transient worry in his head.
as if to distract him from his thoughts, sehun feels another body grinding against him from behind and, for a moment, he tenses up as hands comfortably settle on his hips and a seductive voice whispers in his ear, “dance with me?”
sehun is anything but graceful on the dance floor, a mess of flailing limbs and awkward sways of his hips but he tries, tries hard enough as the music completely drowns him with its pulsating beats and addictive tempo, as he gives in and lets himself be lost in the feeling of those hands, warm and familiar and steady.
sehun hears a low chuckle before the person behind him asks, “i thought you don’t like dancing with strangers?”
sehun smiles and turns around, instantly meeting those mesmerizing eyes and the childish grin on luhan’s face. he tugs luhan closer, fitting their bodies perfectly as they move in time with the synchronized beating of their hearts. “you’re not a stranger, though.”
“hmm,” is all luhan can say. he suddenly feels so happy, like his heart has just grown twice its size, heavy and so full of love for sehun. “do you still remember?”
sehun simply nods. he doesn’t need to ask to figure it out - he knows. he remembers. it’s been twelve years yet sehun feels as if those long years of loving luhan still aren’t enough. the platinum band on his finger gleams in the dimly lit room, its matching pair resting perfectly on luhan’s, and it reminds sehun that it’s okay because it only means a lifetime worth looking forward to.
a lifetime to spend with luhan by his side - sehun is definitely okay with that.
notes:
✧gaaaah, this is so sickeningly sweet idek. (it creeps me out that i write these things lmfao)
but i hope this fic is decent enough as a birthday gift, min! i hope you had loads of fun today, bb~ ♥
✧decided to use twelve since exo k + m = 12 members. hurhur i’m so creative i know
pg-13; romance; sehun/luhan, ninja!baekhyun/yixing; 2,885w
summary: it’s how they met and fell in love in increments of twelve.
a/n: birthday fic for bluedveins. ♥ happy birthday, bb. i hope this is to your liking~
sehun starts to think that, maybe, tolerating his stupid friends and their equally stupid idea to spend the last day of the semester getting drunk while shamelessly rubbing certain body parts against a total stranger on the dance floor isn’t a good idea, after all.
it probably sounded like one two hours ago when his friends - jongin, baekhyun, and chanyeol - were completely lucid and in total control of themselves as plan after plan of savoring the first night of their freedom slipped from their lips. but as the night went on and drinks were easily knocked back one after the other, bodies swaying in time with the blaring music from the stereos, sehun found himself questioning his judgment and his horrible choice of friends.
the same friends who, in sehun’s utter mortification, are currently wreaking havoc on the dance floor.
aside from being ridiculously tall, chanyeol stands out from the crowd because of his mad dancing skills, his gangly limbs moving in every which way in a poor attempt to match the fast tempo of the song playing in the background (it really just resembles flailing more than anything else). sehun can see baekhyun just a few feet away from chanyeol and while he’s not nearly as embarrassing as the latter, sehun still can’t help but to facepalm at the rather erotic way his body moves against another boy. sehun doesn’t even need to sweep his eyes over the gyrating crowd to know where jongin is - anyone can effortlessly pick out the only boy dancing in the middle without a shirt on.
sehun groans; he feels like the biggest failure in the friends department (that’s probably because he is).
“are they your friends?”
sehun whips his head to the side at the sudden voice and underlying accent and, instantly, a mop of honey-colored hair meets his vision, along with a side profile that looks far too feminine to belong on a male’s face. the other boy is staring at the exact spot where his friends are currently at and sehun feels the overwhelming urge to disown those three right at this very moment just so he can say no, i don’t acquaint with crazy people without feeling the least bit guilty about it.
but then, sehun’s loyalty to his friends works at the most inopportune times, so his conscience immediately squashes that thought away and he hesitantly answers, “uh…yes.” the word unfortunately hangs precariously on his tongue.
the boy then shifts his gaze in sehun’s direction and sehun has to remind himself to breathe upon seeing that breathtaking smile on those lips. “i like them! although they seem to be a lot crazier than my friends.”
“they can, uh, really get out of hand when they’re drunk.” sehun doesn’t even want to imagine how thoroughly wasted his friends are right now. as though his mind just belatedly kicks into gear, a sudden realization strikes him, “wait, are your friends here, too?”
“yep,” he answers, exaggeratedly popping the p sound at the end, “one of them is actually dancing with your other friend - the short one.”
between jongin and baekhyun, sehun is pretty sure that the short one is actually intended for baekhyun (because, really, he would’ve used the term the half naked one if he was referring to jongin). sehun regrets his decision to take a quick peek at the dance floor to check on his friends because, for some ungodly reason, he first catches sight of baekhyun still dancing with the same boy from earlier, their movements far too provocative for it to still be considered publicly legal.
the soft laugh that reaches his ears catches sehun’s attention and when he turns to glance at his side, he is met with an apologetic look on the other’s face. “i’m sorry; yixing can be…a little too wild when he’s intoxicated.”
sehun laughs. “i can’t say i'm surprised? i mean, baekhyun hyung’s pretty much the same too.” with a pleased smile, sehun then holds out a hand and says, “i’m sehun, by the way.”
“luhan,” he amicably responds as he takes sehun’s hand and shakes it. sehun forces his face into a mask of indifference as the handshake ended far too quickly for his liking, the abrupt loss of warmth from luhan’s hand affecting him more than sehun cares to admit.
“so, care to tell me why you’re here and not -” luhan directs a pointing finger at the dance floor, crowded with sweaty bodies fitting themselves in a rather small space “- out there with your friends?”
“i don’t really like dancing with random strangers,” sehun smiles abashedly, “and someone also needs to be sober enough to drive us all home.”
“so you’re basically the babysitter of the group then?” luhan teases. the ridiculous thought coaxes out a little laugh from sehun.
“yeah, i guess.”
luhan throws an amused smile in his direction. “if it makes you feel any better, i do the babysitting for my friends most of the time too.”
sehun is about to express his contentment at luhan’s revelation (because finally someone who can understand his woes of having such terrible fate with his friends!) when luhan’s phone suddenly goes off, stopping sehun from whatever he is about to say. from the corner of his eye, sehun recognizes the troubled expression on luhan’s face as he continues to scroll through his phone, eyebrows knitting together and teeth worrying his lower lip.
“is there any problem?”
luhan looks up from his phone and, as soon as he turns in his seat to face his companion, sehun finds himself almost reaching out to run his finger against the crease on his forehead. “i need to go; roommate’s asking me to do a quick errand for him. will you be okay by yourself?”
suddenly feeling indignant, sehun is about to scoff and confidently answer of course when luhan cuts him off again, “oh, i know! give me your phone.” sehun looks at him questioningly and at sehun’s obvious hesitation, luhan can’t help but laugh and roll his eyes. “i'm not going to run away with your phone. i'll give you my number, so you can call or message me in case you’re stuck babysitting your friends again in the near future.”
sehun likes to think that having a good company while his friends get wasted at a club is the only reason why he’s fishing his phone out from his back pocket right now (really, it has nothing to do with sehun’s obvious attraction to luhan or anything like that). luhan quickly takes it from his grasp and, pretty soon, sehun can hear the dull beeps beside him as luhan quickly programs his number.
“there!” luhan says, pressing the last two digits in with a smile. sehun doesn’t hesitate to return the smile as he retrieves his phone. “just message me anytime, alright?”
sehun nods and before he can even properly say goodbye, luhan is already out of his seat and a few steps away from the door.
twelve days later
it’s in the middle of luhan’s history class when he gets the call, dbsk’s keep your head down obnoxiously blasting from his little phone. the professor sends a glare in luhan’s direction, obviously annoyed at being interrupted in the middle of his (very boring) discussion, and luhan can only bow his head in apology as he tries to excuse himself and maneuver his way out the door.
it’s only when he’s out in the empty hallway does luhan notice the unknown number flashing on the screen. furrowing his brows, luhan presses the answer button with hesitancy. “hello?”
“um, hello?” comes the uncertain voice on the other line, “is this luhan?”
“yes, this is him. who’s this?”
“this is sehun.” when a stream of silence follows right after his brief introduction, sehun decides to add, “you know, the…babysitter at the club last week?”
“oh! of course, i remember you!” luhan all but shrieks delightedly, a little too glad to hear sehun’s voice after waiting for this very phone call for days. remembering the words he had told sehun two weeks ago, luhan snatches a quick glance at his watch and asks, “wait, isn’t it too early to be at a club right now?”
and it’s true; it’s only half past noon and luhan, to his knowledge, thinks no club is open at this time of the day.
sehun laughs on the other line and luhan suddenly feels all warm just by hearing the mirth in his voice. “yes, it is and i’m actually just at home right now.”
“oh,” luhan says plainly. “so if you’re not in need of someone to talk to since you’re clearly not at a club right now, is there something you wanted to ask from me? or do you need help with something?”
“well.” luhan hears the hesitation in sehun’s voice and, for a second, he finds himself anxiously waiting for whatever sehun is about to say next. “i just, uh, want to ask if you want to have lunch with me tomorrow or something. i know this is really out of the blue and it’s totally understandable if you don’t want to! i mean, if you’re too busy or-”
now it’s luhan’s turn to laugh. luhan easily comes to a conclusion that a flustered sehun is an adorable sehun. “i'd love to have lunch with you tomorrow, sehun.”
“…really?”
“yes, really.” the astonishment in sehun’s voice amuses luhan far too much; luhan tries to hold back the laughter threatening to spill from his lips. “hey, i'm actually in the middle of my history class right now. can we talk about that lunch later?”
this seems to have snapped sehun from the current state of disbelief he’s in because he instantly spews out random words of apology and promises of calling back before finally ending the call with a rather hasty goodbye.
luhan, amused and excited at the prospect of talking to sehun again later, tucks his phone in his pocket and tries not to attract too much attention as he makes his way back to his seat (the ear-splitting grin plastered on his face is enough to earn him a few puzzled looks, though).
twelve weeks later
“we should go out today, hyung.”
luhan tears his gaze away from the magazine he’s currently reading and glances down at sehun lying on his lap, his head pillowed rather comfortably on luhan’s thigh. it's saturday and, with nothing else to do in mind, they both have decided to spend their free day just lounging at luhan’s dorm.
luhan cards his fingers through sehun’s hair, earning him a hum of contentment from sehun in exchange. “hmm. where do you want to go?”
sehun stops fiddling with the rubiks cube in his hand (he’s never quite learned how to solve one, much to luhan’s amusement) and thinks hard, features contorted into one of utter concentration, before his face finally breaks out into a smile. “we could go out for bubble tea. and, oh, we need to buy cake, too!”
“cake? what for?”
sehun pouts at the question and luhan quickly leans down to kiss that pout off his face. with a grin, sehun replies, “well, we’ve been dating for three months already. shouldn’t we celebrate that with a cake?”
“we don’t need cake to celebrate this day, though.” luhan laces their fingers together, a contented smile playing on his lips. “having you here is more than enough, sehun-ah.”
sehun turns his head away from luhan’s line of vision, burning heat pooling underneath his pale skin as he splutters an embarrassed “you’re so cheesy, hyung!”
luhan laughs, clearly enjoying a flustered sehun on his lap. it’s little moments like these that tug at his heartstrings the most, the simple things they do together always enough to put a smile on his face.
luhan believes he can’t love sehun more than he already does now, his heart already threatening to burst from the overwhelming feelings he holds for sehun, but when sehun ties a red string around luhan’s pinkie finger that same night, the other end of it connecting him to sehun with unspoken promises of forever, luhan realizes he’s wrong -
and sehun will only continue proving him wrong as they spend every single day of their forever together.
luhan thinks he doesn’t really mind.
twelve months later
it is almost two in the morning when luhan finally makes it to bed, his eyes feeling heavy and arms sluggish as he moves to lift up the sheets. he had spent the majority of his time poring over every single newspaper available in their apartment, eyes squinting as he skimmed over the jobs listed on every page, and luhan thinks he can’t possibly bear to stay up for another hour without at least getting a proper nap first.
luhan slides into bed and reaches out, a pleased smile tugging the ends of his lips when he finds sehun sleeping rather peacefully on his side of the bed. sehun radiates warmth and luhan can’t stop the wracking shudders running through his body as soon as he draws sehun closer. he curls into sehun’s body, molds himself easily to the curve of sehun’s back, and elicits a groan from him when luhan’s cold hands slide over a hot stomach.
“how long have you stayed up? your hands are so cold,” sehun mumbles, voice heavy with sleep, “you could’ve gotten sick, luhan.”
sehun turns around and opens his arms, wrapping them securely around luhan’s chilled body. they move closer and closer still, tangling their legs together until they found a comfortable position to settle in. luhan burrows himself deeper into the welcoming warmth and presses his face in the curve of a neck and shoulder, sighing as sehun’s hold on him instinctively tightens.
luhan thinks sharing a bed with sehun is one of the many amazing things to come forth from their current living arrangement, despite the fact that it’s also probably one of the basic routines of a couple living together. it might be mundane and nowhere near exciting for some but for luhan, sleeping beside sehun, breaths mingling and arms holding each other close, is still the best moment of his day.
the steadily chilling arrival of autumn gnaws at his bones and the cool air nips at his skin but luhan knows he can live through cold nights like this, just as long as sehun will always be there to cuddle and warm him up.
twelve years later
it feels as if sehun’s just stepped into a time machine and gone back in time, maneuvered his way back to when he had first met luhan twelve years ago.
the thought is simply ridiculous and sehun thinks - no, sehun knows - something has changed (because twelve years is too long a time for the club to still be the same cheap, dingy place he and his friends had often frequented before) but, somehow, everything feels so familiar: the music loudly pounding in his ears; the strobe lights casting shades of various colors against the walls; the endless chatter and noise and laughter of strangers and close friends alike; the taste of alcohol dizzying him, burning fierce on his tongue.
and sehun stands in the middle of it all, gyrating bodies surrounding him, moving and matching the heavy beat of the song drifting in the air. maybe twelve years ago this would have felt suffocating, the crowd robbing him of space and air to breathe and move, but now, sehun just tries to take everything in stride, the idea of bumping hips and shoulders with strangers anything but a transient worry in his head.
as if to distract him from his thoughts, sehun feels another body grinding against him from behind and, for a moment, he tenses up as hands comfortably settle on his hips and a seductive voice whispers in his ear, “dance with me?”
sehun is anything but graceful on the dance floor, a mess of flailing limbs and awkward sways of his hips but he tries, tries hard enough as the music completely drowns him with its pulsating beats and addictive tempo, as he gives in and lets himself be lost in the feeling of those hands, warm and familiar and steady.
sehun hears a low chuckle before the person behind him asks, “i thought you don’t like dancing with strangers?”
sehun smiles and turns around, instantly meeting those mesmerizing eyes and the childish grin on luhan’s face. he tugs luhan closer, fitting their bodies perfectly as they move in time with the synchronized beating of their hearts. “you’re not a stranger, though.”
“hmm,” is all luhan can say. he suddenly feels so happy, like his heart has just grown twice its size, heavy and so full of love for sehun. “do you still remember?”
sehun simply nods. he doesn’t need to ask to figure it out - he knows. he remembers. it’s been twelve years yet sehun feels as if those long years of loving luhan still aren’t enough. the platinum band on his finger gleams in the dimly lit room, its matching pair resting perfectly on luhan’s, and it reminds sehun that it’s okay because it only means a lifetime worth looking forward to.
a lifetime to spend with luhan by his side - sehun is definitely okay with that.
notes:
✧gaaaah, this is so sickeningly sweet idek. (it creeps me out that i write these things lmfao)
but i hope this fic is decent enough as a birthday gift, min! i hope you had loads of fun today, bb~ ♥
✧decided to use twelve since exo k + m = 12 members. hurhur i’m so creative i know