At Least for Tonight
Title: At Least for Tonight
Pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Angst (slightly)
Word count: 597
Summary: Occasionally, Lu Han will find himself waking up in the middle of the night to the vibration of his cellphone.
Lu Han rubbed his eyes groggily as a hand lazily patted the mattress beneath him, searching for the source of that infernal vibration that had jolted him from his slumber. He didn’t need to check to find out who had disturbed his sleep; there was only one person who would have sent him a message in the middle of the night and that was probably the only reason why he had so easily awoken as if his body had become habituated to the silent vibrations. Sure enough, when he managed to muster enough energy to squint at the bright screen of his phone, the message notification with Sehun’s name stared back at him. He opened it automatically and a blank message greeted him which didn’t entirely surprise him; it wasn’t the first time, after all.
Carefully, he crawled out of his bed, thankful that Yifan slept like the dead and Minseok was too tired from the day’s practice to hear him tiptoe out of the room under the guidance of his phone’s backlight. He crept down the dark hallway, making the familiar journey to his destination in record time, and poked his head into the last door at the end of the corridor. As expected, there was a shift in bottom bed of the bunk beds upon his arrival accompanied by a faint but unmistakable sniffle.
“Hyung?”
Lu Han waved the hand bearing his phone before sneaking into the room quietly and squeezing into the narrow bed with Sehun, immediately being wrapped in long limbs and welcoming warmth the moment he was settled in. He mimicked the action, burying his face into Sehun’s hair while Sehun nested his own against his neck, wetting it with the residue of his tears. It was times like this that he was grateful that Sehun’s roommate was Joonmyun; other than the fact that Joonmyun wouldn’t wake up each time Lu Han made a night time visit to the room, which was quite useful considering how often it happened, he never questioned why Lu Han was in the maknae’s bed come morning and tactfully refrained from mentioning it to anyone.
The older of the two rubbed soothing circles into the other’s back, waiting patiently for his crying to subside. “What’s wrong?”
The answer came out with in a hiccup as the arms around him tightened their hold. “You left me.”
Lu Han frowned. He nuzzled the soft brown locks, pressing his lips on Sehun’s head. “It’s only a dream. I would never leave you, Shixun.” He heard Sehun sigh against his clavicle at the use of the name; Sehun would never admit it but he secretly liked it when Lu Han addressed him as his Chinese name.
Sehun pressed closer, as if trying to erase any possible space separating them from each other. “No, hyung.” He whispered, pressing his own lips to the junction of Lu Han’s neck and shoulder. “You always leave. Every time we have to promote or practice separately, you always leave me. I know you can’t do anything about it but I just hate it. I hate it.” The grip around Lu Han’s waist tightened further.
“Shixun.” He pulled away just enough to plant feathery kisses against Sehun’s wet eyelids. “I know that I can’t promise to always be here but, I promise you, I will always come running back.”
They fell asleep peacefully under the blanket of the night and entangled limbs, protected by the simple promise and the comforting knowledge that, at least until the next morning, they would be together. For now, that was enough.
AN:
How did this turn out angsty? Figures that HunHan ended up being the first one written though. :|
My laptop has been sent away for repairs. ;_; (Stole my parents' laptop for the night.) Will take longer on my to do list that I thought for this reason. TT_TT And because of the Olympics. asdfghjkl How did Japan's gymnastics team barely get silver?! What's happeningggggggggg?!?!?! /stupidly sobbing
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Pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Angst (slightly)
Word count: 597
Summary: Occasionally, Lu Han will find himself waking up in the middle of the night to the vibration of his cellphone.
Lu Han rubbed his eyes groggily as a hand lazily patted the mattress beneath him, searching for the source of that infernal vibration that had jolted him from his slumber. He didn’t need to check to find out who had disturbed his sleep; there was only one person who would have sent him a message in the middle of the night and that was probably the only reason why he had so easily awoken as if his body had become habituated to the silent vibrations. Sure enough, when he managed to muster enough energy to squint at the bright screen of his phone, the message notification with Sehun’s name stared back at him. He opened it automatically and a blank message greeted him which didn’t entirely surprise him; it wasn’t the first time, after all.
Carefully, he crawled out of his bed, thankful that Yifan slept like the dead and Minseok was too tired from the day’s practice to hear him tiptoe out of the room under the guidance of his phone’s backlight. He crept down the dark hallway, making the familiar journey to his destination in record time, and poked his head into the last door at the end of the corridor. As expected, there was a shift in bottom bed of the bunk beds upon his arrival accompanied by a faint but unmistakable sniffle.
“Hyung?”
Lu Han waved the hand bearing his phone before sneaking into the room quietly and squeezing into the narrow bed with Sehun, immediately being wrapped in long limbs and welcoming warmth the moment he was settled in. He mimicked the action, burying his face into Sehun’s hair while Sehun nested his own against his neck, wetting it with the residue of his tears. It was times like this that he was grateful that Sehun’s roommate was Joonmyun; other than the fact that Joonmyun wouldn’t wake up each time Lu Han made a night time visit to the room, which was quite useful considering how often it happened, he never questioned why Lu Han was in the maknae’s bed come morning and tactfully refrained from mentioning it to anyone.
The older of the two rubbed soothing circles into the other’s back, waiting patiently for his crying to subside. “What’s wrong?”
The answer came out with in a hiccup as the arms around him tightened their hold. “You left me.”
Lu Han frowned. He nuzzled the soft brown locks, pressing his lips on Sehun’s head. “It’s only a dream. I would never leave you, Shixun.” He heard Sehun sigh against his clavicle at the use of the name; Sehun would never admit it but he secretly liked it when Lu Han addressed him as his Chinese name.
Sehun pressed closer, as if trying to erase any possible space separating them from each other. “No, hyung.” He whispered, pressing his own lips to the junction of Lu Han’s neck and shoulder. “You always leave. Every time we have to promote or practice separately, you always leave me. I know you can’t do anything about it but I just hate it. I hate it.” The grip around Lu Han’s waist tightened further.
“Shixun.” He pulled away just enough to plant feathery kisses against Sehun’s wet eyelids. “I know that I can’t promise to always be here but, I promise you, I will always come running back.”
They fell asleep peacefully under the blanket of the night and entangled limbs, protected by the simple promise and the comforting knowledge that, at least until the next morning, they would be together. For now, that was enough.
AN:
How did this turn out angsty? Figures that HunHan ended up being the first one written though. :|
My laptop has been sent away for repairs. ;_; (Stole my parents' laptop for the night.) Will take longer on my to do list that I thought for this reason. TT_TT And because of the Olympics. asdfghjkl How did Japan's gymnastics team barely get silver?! What's happeningggggggggg?!?!?! /stupidly sobbing
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