sing of your firsts
sing of your firsts
pg; romance, fluff; sehun/luhan
summary: the firsts of their everything.
a/n: apparently, i have too much time left on my hands. here’s another sehan fic; it’s fluff this time~!
{verse: this undeniable attraction}
luhan is immediately attracted to sehun the first time he sees the other boy in the practice room, looking adorably lost like a child on his first day of school. luhan knows it’s purely because of how pretty sehun looks, more than anything else, and he can’t help but wonder if there’s more to the boy other than his obviously stunning physical appearance. luhan, with his not so extensive knowledge of the korean language, bravely decides to approach sehun on that very first day, exchanging hellos and introductions and smiles, and luhan thinks this may be the start of a beautiful friendship (and, quite possibly, something more).
{climb: a side of you i’ve never seen}
the first time luhan witnesses sehun’s playfulness, he actually has to wait for at least five seconds and blink three times to make sure he’s not just imagining things.
the dorm is eerily quiet that day, their rehearsals ending earlier than usual, and the other members have decided to wisely spend their time on sleep. that isn’t the case for sehun, though.
luhan doesn’t really know why-probably one of the perks of being young?-but, apparently, sehun still has so much energy left to even think about playing pranks on the sleeping members (which are baekhyun and chanyeol, in this very unfortunate case), and he is torn between letting the other boy have his fun or stopping him with his plans before something worse can even happen (he is the older one, after all).
he sees sehun grabbing a couple of sharpies from the drawer and luhan has to hold back a giggle as the other boy proceeds on scribbling lines and various shapes on the two members’ faces. sehun glances at his direction and beckons him to join before turning back around to finish his masterpiece.
he shakes his head, thinking silly child, before quietly stepping inside the room and accepting the offered sharpie. the thought of consequences and retribution only briefly cross their minds.
{chorus: falling, falling, falling for you}
the first time luhan realizes that he’s probably in big trouble is also the first time sehun climbs in to his bed and comfortably lounges there, with luhan’s permission. he knows yixing shares the same sentiment when an incredulous look is thrown into his direction, followed by a very amused laugh and a foreboding thought (on luhan’s part) that he may be right just a few seconds after.
luhan feels the urge to throw the rubik’s cube in his hand to shut him up.
{bridge: a touch that burns}
luhan thinks everything is just for fanservice when sehun first grabs onto his arm in public, in front of their many squealing and adoring fans. sehun continues to stay close to him, skin against skin, and luhan wills his heart to slow down and to stay lucid from the heady sensation of sehun’s touch.
he eventually gets used to a warm body right next to him, pale hands covering his own, an arm wrapped loosely around his waist, and luhan has to remind himself not to hope too much every time.
luhan’s quite not sure when, but somewhere between the constant touches and glances and the mutual need for close proximity, fanservice morphs into something else (something more) and sehun finally tangles their fingers together even in the privacy of their dorm.
{coda: second, third, fourth}
sehun got his first kiss from a girl in his class, luhan finds out, back when the younger boy was still in his second year. she was the first girl he dated, a relationship that only lasted for three months. i kissed her under the streetlights on a friday night, sehun relates to him and luhan tries not to imagine how pretty she was or how perfect they probably looked together.
luhan’s first kiss was from a boy in his hometown, just a year older than him with warm eyes and an equally warm smile. it happened a few hours just before the boy left for america, the hesitant press of lips against him serving as a memory of what they could have been together. luhan never saw him again since then.
they may not be each other’s first, but every time they kiss, pressure against pressure, the perfect slide of lips that always takes luhan’s breath away, it feels just as precious (sometimes even more so) as their first.
no silent readers, pretty please? :3
pg; romance, fluff; sehun/luhan
summary: the firsts of their everything.
a/n: apparently, i have too much time left on my hands. here’s another sehan fic; it’s fluff this time~!
{verse: this undeniable attraction}
luhan is immediately attracted to sehun the first time he sees the other boy in the practice room, looking adorably lost like a child on his first day of school. luhan knows it’s purely because of how pretty sehun looks, more than anything else, and he can’t help but wonder if there’s more to the boy other than his obviously stunning physical appearance. luhan, with his not so extensive knowledge of the korean language, bravely decides to approach sehun on that very first day, exchanging hellos and introductions and smiles, and luhan thinks this may be the start of a beautiful friendship (and, quite possibly, something more).
{climb: a side of you i’ve never seen}
the first time luhan witnesses sehun’s playfulness, he actually has to wait for at least five seconds and blink three times to make sure he’s not just imagining things.
the dorm is eerily quiet that day, their rehearsals ending earlier than usual, and the other members have decided to wisely spend their time on sleep. that isn’t the case for sehun, though.
luhan doesn’t really know why-probably one of the perks of being young?-but, apparently, sehun still has so much energy left to even think about playing pranks on the sleeping members (which are baekhyun and chanyeol, in this very unfortunate case), and he is torn between letting the other boy have his fun or stopping him with his plans before something worse can even happen (he is the older one, after all).
he sees sehun grabbing a couple of sharpies from the drawer and luhan has to hold back a giggle as the other boy proceeds on scribbling lines and various shapes on the two members’ faces. sehun glances at his direction and beckons him to join before turning back around to finish his masterpiece.
he shakes his head, thinking silly child, before quietly stepping inside the room and accepting the offered sharpie. the thought of consequences and retribution only briefly cross their minds.
{chorus: falling, falling, falling for you}
the first time luhan realizes that he’s probably in big trouble is also the first time sehun climbs in to his bed and comfortably lounges there, with luhan’s permission. he knows yixing shares the same sentiment when an incredulous look is thrown into his direction, followed by a very amused laugh and a foreboding thought (on luhan’s part) that he may be right just a few seconds after.
luhan feels the urge to throw the rubik’s cube in his hand to shut him up.
{bridge: a touch that burns}
luhan thinks everything is just for fanservice when sehun first grabs onto his arm in public, in front of their many squealing and adoring fans. sehun continues to stay close to him, skin against skin, and luhan wills his heart to slow down and to stay lucid from the heady sensation of sehun’s touch.
he eventually gets used to a warm body right next to him, pale hands covering his own, an arm wrapped loosely around his waist, and luhan has to remind himself not to hope too much every time.
luhan’s quite not sure when, but somewhere between the constant touches and glances and the mutual need for close proximity, fanservice morphs into something else (something more) and sehun finally tangles their fingers together even in the privacy of their dorm.
{coda: second, third, fourth}
sehun got his first kiss from a girl in his class, luhan finds out, back when the younger boy was still in his second year. she was the first girl he dated, a relationship that only lasted for three months. i kissed her under the streetlights on a friday night, sehun relates to him and luhan tries not to imagine how pretty she was or how perfect they probably looked together.
luhan’s first kiss was from a boy in his hometown, just a year older than him with warm eyes and an equally warm smile. it happened a few hours just before the boy left for america, the hesitant press of lips against him serving as a memory of what they could have been together. luhan never saw him again since then.
they may not be each other’s first, but every time they kiss, pressure against pressure, the perfect slide of lips that always takes luhan’s breath away, it feels just as precious (sometimes even more so) as their first.
no silent readers, pretty please? :3