☁ we break with speed
i take the floor, he takes his shots
sehun/chen
pg-13
“Jongdae has a dumb face.”
Sehun and Jongin are at their regular booth doing their homework. At least Jongin is. Sehun is stealing glances over his textbook at the table across the coffee shop, where Jongdae is sitting with his friends.
“So stop staring at him.”
Sehun ducks his head when one of Jongdae’s friends looks over. “But you agree, right? He has a dumb face.”
Jongin rolls his eyes. “I don’t know. Unlike you, I don’t spend all my time staring at him like a creep.”
Sehun huffs. “So look. Look and refresh your memory.”
“Sehun!” Jongin glares at him. “Can you just…go talk to him and ask him out or just shut up and do your assignment. I’m not failing this class just because you can’t keep your eyes off some boy.”
“A boy with a dumb face,” Sehun mumbles.
///
“Why do you keep looking over at Jongin’s table?” Jongdae asks Baekhyun, leaning over to grab a sugar packet.
“Because Sehun keeps looking over here.” Baekhyun smirks when he catches Sehun’s eyes and he immediately looks away and hides behind his textbook. “I think he likes one of us.”
Jongdae snorts as he rips the sugar packet open. “Why do you care? Aren’t you spoken for? Everyone knows Chanyeol’s sucking your dick.”
Kyungsoo grunts in disapproval beside him. “Please don’t put these images in my head.”
“Plus Baekhyun’s the one doing all the sucking,” Chanyeol pipes up, smiling at them brightly.
“Gross.” Kyungsoo finally looks up and glances over at Sehun and Jongin’s table. “Oh. Sehun. Yeah. He has a not-crush on Jongdae. Jongin told me.”
“I knew it!” Baekhyun crows smugly.
Jongdae knits his eyebrows in confusion. “What’s a not-crush?”
“He says he hates your face,” Kyungsoo says, snatching the cookie Baekhyun is about to bite into. “That’s mine.”
Baekhyun sulks. “It’s just been sitting on your plate alone and ignored since we got here.”
“If I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t have ordered it.” Kyungsoo hisses at him and Baekhyun huffs.
“That doesn’t sound like he likes Jongdae,” Chanyeol interjects, handing Baekhyun his own cookie, who refuses it because he doesn’t want a gingerbread cookie.
“What?” Kyungsoo looks confused. “Who doesn’t like Jongdae?”
“Sehun.”
“Oh. Him. Yeah, no, he totally does. Jongin says he keeps complaining about Jongdae’s face.”
“How does that mean he likes me?” Jongdae asks, self-consciously touching his face. “Just because he has a nice face with a great jaw doesn’t mean my face isn’t nice too.”
“No, you have a pretty face,” Baekhyun says, reaching out to pat said face.
“Shut up,” Jongdae grumbles, slapping his hand away. “It’s just dumb when you say it.”
“Again, how does this mean he likes Jongdae?” Chanyeol asks Kyungsoo, ignoring the other two because he’s used to Jongdae and Baekhyun bickering even when they’re agreeing on something. “I mean, usually when you have a crush on someone you like their face?”
“Just like I like yours.” Jongdae retreats from his argument with Baekhyun to coo at Kyungsoo. Complete with face-smushing and puckered lips. “Such a pretty, squishy face.”
Kyungsoo stabs him in the thigh with the handle of his fork and smiles placidly when Jongdae lets go of his face, yelping. “At least I didn’t use the other end,” he says sweetly.
“Vicious,” Baekhyun says malevolently, as if Kyungsoo had stabbed his leg instead.
Chanyeol sighs in exasperation. “Jongdae. Are you seriously not interested in this? Someone has a crush on you.”
Jongdae sniffs indignantly. “You don’t have to act like someone liking me is breaking news,” he says. “And Sehun doesn’t. I have a class with him. He spends most of it glaring at me like I’ve offended him.”
“Not you, just your face,” Kyungsoo says helpfully. “It can be off-putting.”
“Your existence is off-putting.”
Baekhyun starts to laugh and then almost chokes over the gingerbread cookie he has decided is good enough if he can’t get Kyungsoo’s sugar one.
“Do you two share a brain?” Kyungsoo asks. He rolls his eyes when Chanyeol sighs. “Okay, geez, Chanyeol, why are you so interested when Jongdae doesn’t even give a fuck?”
“Jongdae’s dumb.”
“That was so uncalled for,” Jongdae complains, pulling out the straws from his mouth which he had been using to imitate a walrus, making Baekhyun giggle like it was the funniest thing ever. Maybe the two of them did share a brain.
“Sehun complains a lot about Jongdae’s face which means he looks at it a lot,” Kyungsoo explains patiently. “A lot. Why would anyone look at someone they didn’t really like? Sehun is a passive aggressive little shit. Even to his own feelings.”
“Feelings,” Baekhyun echoes, and he and Jongdae promptly crack up.
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Peasants.”
///
Sehun is doodling in his notebook sleepily when Jongin drops into the seat next to him.
“Coffee,” Jongin says, putting the paper cup down on his desk.
Sehun hums in reply not bothering to check it because Jongin always gets his coffee right. He sits up when Jongdae comes in and he jabs Jongin in the ribs with his pen. “He’s here.”
“Stop,” Jongin says, squirming away. “I’m getting stupid circular bruises from all this poking I get whenever Jongdae enters a room. I know he’s here, I can see him.”
“Look at him,” Sehun sneers. “Walking in with his stupid face.”
“You have a stupid face,” Jongin mutters.
“Yeah, but my face is just regular stupid,” Sehun says, his eyes following Jongdae. “But his face is especially stupid. Like if there was a prize for stupid faces, he would get it. Gold medal.”
“Oh my god.” Jongin draws out the words as he rubs at his temples. “I cannot listen to you talk about this boy anymore, Sehun, because he is actually okay, but you talking about him is starting to make me dislike him.” With that, he takes his books and coffee and leaves Sehun.
Who doesn’t really care because now he can dislike Jongdae without Jongin whining about it in the background.
“Hi.”
Sehun’s eyes widen when Jongdae, object of his disdain, drops down into the seat that Jongin had vacated.
“So I heard that you don’t like me.” Jongdae pauses like he’s considering something. “Or my face. You don’t like my face, right? I guess that’s okay, because it could be worse, you could actually not like me. As a person. Maybe if you did, you’ll change your mind. Like me, I mean. And my face. Eventually.”
Sehun stares at him in amazement? horror? amusement? why-the-fuck-are-you-talking-to-me bewilderment? All four maybe. “Why are you sitting here?”
Jongdae blinks in surprise. “The seat was empty. Jongin seemed pretty put off when he left. I don’t think he’s coming back.”
“Why aren’t you sitting with your friend?” Sehun points his thumb at the general area where Jongdae usually sits with Luhan, who waves at them cheerfully when Jongdae leans over to follow Sehun’s pointing.
“Because I already know Luhan,” Jongdae says, opening his notebook. “Time to make a new friend. You. Person who greatly dislikes my face.”
“It’s Sehun.”
“I know,” Jongdae says perkily. He rummages through his bag and takes out a pen. “We’ve met. At Jongin’s party. You probably don’t remember, you were pretty drunk.”
Sehun blinks at this new information. He’s sure he would remember meeting Jongdae. And if he’s spent so much time bitching about Jongdae like Jongin claims he has, why hasn’t Jongin ever mentioned it? “What did I say?”
“‘I’m Sehun,’” Jongdae recites. “‘I don’t know your name but your face upsets me a lot. Why is it like that? Why is your face like that?’ Then you smacked me on the chest, although you may have been aiming for my face. Unless you dislike my chest too.”
“Ah,” Sehun says because he doesn’t know what else to say.
“My name’s Jongdae by the way.”
“I know what your name is,” Sehun snaps.
Jongdae beams at him. “Great. I think we’re off to a good start, don’t you?”
///
“Sehun! Over here!”
Kyungsoo looks up from where he’s doing his reading for his next class. “Why are you calling the Anti-Christ over? Let him be all glare-y from across the cafeteria like he usually is.”
“While I’m grateful that you think of me as the son of god, I want him to sit with us,” Jongdae says. “I’m making new friends.”
Kyungsoo stares at him, mystified. “How do I think of you as the son of god?”
Jongdae ignores him because he’s too busy trying to get Sehun’s attention, but Baekhyun helpfully quips, “See, because you called him the Anti-Christ and he’s anti-Jongdae,” before he snickers.
“Shut up,” Kyungsoo says.
“What?” Sehun stands over them, frowning.
“Sit with us,” Jongdae says, shoving Kyungsoo over so there’s room for Sehun to sit next to him.
Kyungsoo squawks when this movement jostles his arm making the highlighter he’s holding go askew across the page.
“Why?” Sehun demands.
“Because you were extended an invitation and it’s polite to accept, brat, now sit down,” Kyungsoo snaps. The sooner Sehun sits down, the sooner Jongdae will calm down and stop bouncing his leg against Kyungsoo’s.
Jongin looks confused as he approaches the table, but Chanyeol politely makes room for him.
“See, isn’t this nice?” Jongdae says, picking at his fries before offering them to Sehun.
“So you’re the guy who doesn’t like Jongdae’s face?” Baekhyun asks, sipping at his juicebox.
Sehun scoffs.
“That’s a yes,” Jongdae says. “We haven’t figured out if it’s just my face or all of me he dislikes.”
“I’m starting to dislike all of you,” Sehun says.
“Well, that’s upsetting,” Jongdae says mildly. “You’re not trying very hard at this friend thing, you know.”
“I never said I wanted to be friends.”
“You can’t dislike someone if you don’t know them,” Jongdae says. He nudges Kyungsoo’s arm lightly because he doesn’t want the highlighter wreaking havoc again. “Right, Kyungsoo? See, he dislikes me because I always inconvenience him, and his pages would be neater if I didn’t always nudge his arm.” He leans in and pets Kyungsoo’s head. “But he puts up with me because he secretly loves me.”
Kyungsoo snorts at this but doesn’t refute it.
“So you can’t just decide to dislike me,” Jongdae says. “You don’t know me.”
“What I’m seeing isn’t very promising,” Sehun says, peeling the lid off his pudding cup.
“Jongdae is an acquired taste,” Baekhyun says, reaching for Chanyeol’s brownie.
“What? We’ve been friends since the minute we met,” Jongdae says crossly.
“Because you were friends with Chanyeol. You were a means to an end.” When Jongdae huffs, Baekhyun quickly adds, “I like you now though. Better than Chanyeol sometimes.”
If Chanyeol is insulted by this, he doesn’t say anything. Until Baekhyun says, “Except you know, for his dick. I like his better.” Chanyeol chokes on the brownie he has managed to salvage from Baekhyun, who rubs his back. “It’s a compliment.”
“You’re all strange,” Sehun says, digging a spoon into his pudding.
“Says the guy stalking Jongdae with his eyes wherever he goes,” Jongin says, without looking up from his phone and Kyungsoo snickers in appreciation.
Baekhyun rests his elbows on the table as he leans in and rests his chin on the palms of his hand. “So what is it about Jongdae’s face exactly?” he asks. “Is it all the moles? There are too many, right?”
“Beauty marks,” Jongdae interjects.
“Whatever,” Baekhyun says, dismissively. “Beauty marks then. No one should have that many on their face, right? It’s weird.”
Sehun squirms uncomfortably but he doesn’t say anything.
“Have you seen the one on his left eyebrow?” Baekhyun asks. “They’re everywhere.”
Sehun glances over at Jongdae, who has gone quiet, but he still says nothing.
“Is it the smile?”
“What’s wrong with my smile?” Jongdae demands.
“The corners of his mouth when he smiles,” Baekhyun goes on as if Jongdae hasn’t said anything at all. “The way they curve up? It’s like the ends of his mouth are smiling too.”
Jongdae scoffs. “Is this why you don’t like my face?”
“What?” Baekhyun finally turns to him. “Me? I am very fond of your face. I’m just saying that maybe those things aren’t so pleasing to other people.” He turns back to Sehun. “So what is it? The beauty marks, the smile? The eyes?”
“All of it,” Sehun says before he grabs his tray and leaves.
“Now I hate my face too,” Jongdae pouts.
Chanyeol hands over the extra brownie he carries around.
///
Jongdae starts sitting next to him in class, and his close proximity upsets Sehun because it’s so much easier to dislike his face from a distance. He doesn’t appreciate noticing the way Jongdae’s eyebrows quirk when he’s amused, or the way his nose crinkles when he’s confused, or the way he sticks out the tip of his tongue when he’s thinking really hard.
“Can you make your face stop?” Sehun demands one day. They’re supposed to be working on a problem set, but the only problem Sehun has is Jongdae’s tongue sticking out of his mouth.
Jongdae is confused and his nose does that crinkling thing. “Stop what?” he whispers, even though everyone is talking and discussing the questions.
“All of it,” Sehun says. “Just make it stop.”
Jongdae just looks amused at this. “You know one of these days you’re actually going to hurt my feelings,” he says pleasantly, reaching out to pat Sehun on the nose.
Sehun is kind of perplexed by this because Jongdae is generally cheerful. He brings Sehun his coffee now, even though he had taken five tries to get it right. He doesn’t think about hurting Jongdae’s feelings because he’s been biting since the day they started talking.
“You don’t have feelings,” he retorts.
Jongdae snorts as he turns back to the textbook. “You’re treading a line, Sehun.”
///
Chanyeol stops short when he walks into their dorm room and he sees Jongdae in front of the mirror, prodding at his face. “What are you doing?” he asks, sitting on his chair.
“Counting the moles on my face,” Jongdae answers like this is a perfectly normal thing to do. “There aren’t that many.”
“I thought they were beauty marks,” Chanyeol says lightly, because he’s testing the atmosphere and Jongdae’s mood.
“What?” Jongdae asks absent-mindedly, tilting his face to the right. “Oh, right. Beauty marks, whatever. There are like five. That’s not an abnormal number.”
“Jongdae.” Chanyeol tilts his own head, studying him. “You know he actually likes your face, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know Baekhyun likes my face,” Jongdae says, waving him off.
“No. Sehun. It’s like Kyungsoo was saying, he looks at you too much to actually dislike you. Also he’s less bristly lately.”
Jongdae makes some non-committal noise in reply as he continues to examine his face and Chanyeol sighs. “I have a great face,” he mutters, pouting at the mirror.
“You do.”
Jongdae turns to him. “You’re too nice for us. What are you doing hanging out with Baekhyun and me and Kyungsoo?”
Chanyeol shrugs. “Someone has to balance you guys out, right?”
Jongdae smiles before he gracelessly drops himself down on Chanyeol’s lap. “I have a great face,” he says again.
“Yes, you do,” Chanyeol says dutifully, squeezing Jongdae’s hand.
///
Sehun is warming up some cold leftovers he has found in the fridge. He’s knows it’s Jongin’s food, but he also knows he won’t eat it. He’s not sure why Jongin bothers bringing leftover food home when he never eats it. He probably does it to feed Sehun without openly doing it.
Jongdae walks into his room then, his cheeks flushed from the cold. “You, me, bubble tea, let’s go,” he says, grabbing Sehun’s arm and hauling him out.
“You are abnormally strong for a tiny person,” Sehun says, once they’re outside and Jongdae lets go of him when he decides Sehun isn’t going to return to his room.
“Another thing to dislike about me,” Jongdae says, smiling as he links their arms together.
Yes, Sehun decides, that is another thing he dislikes about him. “I’m going to make a list,” he says. “Of all the things I dislike about you.”
“I look forward to that.” Jongdae presses up next to him when they pass a group of people. “You should make a list of things you like about me too. My ego isn’t used to all this bruising.”
“What if I don’t like anything about- hey!” Sehun turns to glare at the passerby who had bumped hard into Jongdae.
The stranger glances at them and mutters an apology as he continues on.
Jongdae looks at Sehun, who tightens their arms together.
“What?”
Jongdae shakes his head. “Nothing.”
///
“I’ll have a honey dew bubble tea,” Jongdae says when they arrive.
Sehun blinks in confusion. “What? You mean I’m paying?”
Jongdae beams at him. “What? I didn’t say I was buying you bubble tea,” he says. “I just said we should go out for bubble tea. Plus you owe me for all the coffee I got you. You never even thanked me. I’ll get us a table.” He unlinks their arms and Sehun swears what he does is close to skipping away.
He seems infinitely pleased with himself when Sehun returns with their bubble teas and sets them down on the table he had gotten them. “A large,” he notes. “Aren’t we generous today?”
“I’m hoping it keeps your mouth busy so you don’t talk much.”
“I can multi-task.” Jongdae takes a large sip as if to demonstrate his point.
Sehun snorts. “You’re unrelenting.”
“Why? Because I insist on being friends?”
“Is that what you want us to be?” Sehun asks. “Friends?”
Jongdae actually seems to have no reply to this. “I guess,” he says finally. “Although I’d settle for people who can somewhat stand each other. That’s all on you, by the way. I kind of like your cranky company.”
“I’m not always cranky,” Sehun says. “It’s just you.”
“You can put that on your list,” Jongdae says. “Always puts you in a bad mood.”
“I will.” Sehun blinks in surprise when Jongdae traps his feet in between his under the table. “Are you trying to play footsies with me?”
“Nope,” Jongdae says, taking another sip of his bubble tea. “That would require you to interact and you’re very stingy with interacting.”
Sehun tries to free his feet from Jongdae’s hold and it’s surprisingly hard.
“I have amazingly strong thighs,” Jongdae says, watching Sehun struggle.
“Also going on the list,” Sehun grunts, before he manages to free his feet. He reaches underneath the table and moves his hand from Jongdae’s knee to wrap around his calf.
Jongdae raises an eyebrow. “If you’re trying to pull me closer to you, that’s not going to work. You’ll just end up pulling me out of my chair and under the table.” He smiles then. “Unless you want me on my knees. But since you apparently hate my mouth, I’m not sure how productive that would be for you or me.”
Sehun rolls his eyes, but Jongdae is right, so he moves his hand under Jongdae’s legs until he finds the edge of the chair and he yanks it forward, savouring the surprised yelp the action gets from Jongdae.
“Unuseful mouth,” Sehun says. “That’s going on the list.”
“That’s not a word. It’s useless.”
“Know-it-all,” Sehun adds. Under the table, he traps one of Jongdae’s legs in between his, their knees knocking together.
///
When Jongdae slips into his seat before class starts, Sehun slides him a slip of paper. He opens it and all it says is, ‘Your nose’ in Sehun's surprisingly neat handwriting. “What’s this?” he asks.
“I started my list,” Sehun says, grabbing one of the cups that Jongdae is holding. “I decided to give it to you piece by piece.” He takes a small sip to make sure it’s his because Jongdae likes his coffee too sweet for his liking. “You know, because of your ego and all.”
“Great, thanks,” Jongdae says, setting his own coffee down. “You have to tell me why though. I told you. You can’t just dislike something without reason.”
“The way it crinkles,” Sehun answers easily. “It’s annoying. Noses shouldn’t crinkle so much.”
Jongdae laughs. “Noted.”
“I’m going to give a note everyday.”
“Like love notes,” Jongdae says, grinning. “Except they’re mean.”
“Anti-love notes,” Sehun quips.
Jongdae clasps his hands together dramatically. “So romantic.”
///
Sehun starts to become used to Jongdae showing up at his dorm or outside of his last class of the day to drag him out for a meal or coffee, most of which he makes Sehun pay for.
“You should take the initiative sometimes,” Jongdae says as they’re walking back to Sehun’s dorm, their arms linked as always. “You should be the one asking me out on a date. Every once in awhile. It would be nice.”
“Is that what this is now?” Sehun asks. “Dating?”
“Of course,” Jongdae says. “We go out, you pay for my meal. No one else is allowed to come along. That’s a date. But you’re very bad at taking the initiative.”
“Fine. Next time we’ll go for a movie,” Sehun says. “I’ll even spring for popcorn.”
“Big spender,” Jongdae says, shivering against Sehun.
Sehun pulls away slightly, disentangling himself from Jongdae to pull Jongdae’s hat down over his ears. “If we’re dating,” he says, grabbing Jongdae’s hand and stuffing it into the pocket of his own jacket. “Then how come we’re not doing anything date-like?”
Jongdae has stopped walking, and he’s looking at Sehun, amused. “You’re holding my hand,” he says when Sehun slips his own hand into his pocket.
“Your hand is too small,” Sehun says, curling his fingers around Jongdae’s inside the pocket. “That’s what’s going to be on your note tomorrow.”
Jongdae laughs, bumping their shoulders together as they resume walking.
“So seriously, this is what, our tenth date? Ten dates and I haven’t even gotten to first base.”
“Kind of hard considering you dislike so many things about me. Like my mouth.”
Jongdae’s hand is cold in his so Sehun squeezes it lightly. “Maybe I’m starting to like your mouth.”
Jongdae snorts. “That would have been nice if I didn’t know you were saying that just to eventually get into my pants.”
Sehun scoffs. “As if anyone can get into those ridiculously tight pants. I hate your pants.”
///
Jongdae is really tired by the time he ends up in his usual seat next to Sehun. He’s had a bad day so he doesn’t say anything when he hands Sehun his coffee. He sighs when Sehun throws the now-familiar folded piece of paper on his desk.
“I don’t want to play today, Sehun,” he says, sliding it back without reading it.
“Oh.” Sehun sounds puzzled. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”
Jongdae shakes his head. “Just having a bad day.”
“Okay,” Sehun says quietly. “Thanks for the coffee.”
Jongdae almost laughs at how it takes him having a shitty day for Sehun to be nice. “No problem.” Sehun is quiet for awhile and then the folded paper is back on his desk, and Jongdae frowns. “I said I don’t want to play.”
“It’s another note,” Sehun says. “It’s from the list of things I like about you.”
Jongdae stares at the folded piece of paper, takes in the lines and white spaces, takes in the little indents from what Sehun has written on the other side because he presses his pen down too hard and he’s- upset. He’s so fucking upset right now. The back of his eyes feel too hot and he’s horrified because he can’t actually be crying over this.
“What?” Sehun looks at him, panicked. “It’s a different note, it’s from the nice list.”
Jongdae shoves the paper back at him. “You’re an asshole,” he says, grabbing his things and moving back to sit next to Luhan.
Luhan sees the look on his face and doesn’t ask him anything. “Jongdae,” he says, like he’s just saying it so Jongdae knows he’s there.
“I hate him,” Jongdae bites out because he’s still trying hard not to cry.
Luhan looks up and sees Sehun looking at them, confused and worried. “He’s looking over here. Do you want me to flip him off for you?”
Jongdae laughs shallowly.
///
Sehun doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. Usually when he does something stupid, he realizes it about two seconds later and he can apologize. But this time he really has no idea why Jongdae’s face had crumpled when he had given him the note.
Jongdae shoots out of the room as soon as the class is over, and Sehun has no idea what his schedule is like because Jongdae is always the one seeking him out in between classes. He’s not with Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Chanyeol during lunch and Sehun is starting to get upset.
“What did you do?” Jongin demands.
“Nothing,” Sehun says defensively.
“You must have done something,” Kyungsoo says. “He’s not answering any of our messages.”
“Maybe he’s upset with one of you then.”
Baekhyun scoffs. “We’ve all been friends since the ninth grade. There is very little we can do that to piss off each other at this point. You are the only new factor in our lives. His life. It’s definitely you.”
“Is he answering your messages or calls?” Chanyeol asks, like he just assumes Sehun has been trying to get a hold of Jongdae. Which he has.
“No,” he answers sullenly.
“You’re not nice,” Kyungsoo says flatly. “Not around us anyway. We’re fine with it because we know you like him and this is your dumb ass way of flirting or whatever. But are you at least nice to him when it’s just the two of you?”
Sehun blinks. He’s not as rude when they’re alone, but he doesn’t think he’s been especially nice either. Sometimes he holds Jongdae's hand and touches his knees or his shoulder or puts an arm around his waist and he just assumes that Jongdae understands that he’s not good with words.
“You should be nicer,” Chanyeol says. “Out loud.”
“Jongdae may be used to your bullshit but sometimes it’s nice to hear,” Kyungsoo says. “So I know you’ll have to dig really deep into the recesses of the empty shell of where your heart should be, but find something honest and sincere to say to him. Something nice.”
///
Chanyeol is surprised to find Jongdae in their dorm because he hadn’t been there when they were looking for him earlier. “Hey,” he says, typing out quick messages to Kyungsoo and Baekhyun to let them knows he has Jongdae. “Where have you been?”
“Music department.” Jongdae is sitting on the floor, a bunch of folded notes spread out in front of him. “I was with Yixing in the piano room. Sorry I disappeared.”
“You should have messaged us,” Chanyeol says, joining Jongdae on the floor.
“I didn’t want you to tell Sehun where I was.” Jongdae starts opening up the pieces of paper and when they’re all done, he sits back and stares at them.
“What is this?” Chanyeol asks. He sees things like ‘Your hands’ and ‘Your collarbones’ but he has no idea what they mean.
“All the things Sehun doesn’t like about me,” Jongdae says. “He gave me a note everyday and told me why he didn’t like whatever he wrote down.” He points to a note. “He doesn’t like my ears because they stick out.” He points to another one. “He doesn’t like my knees because they’re too knobby- what does that even mean?”
“Jongdae,” Chanyeol says quietly.
“And I thought…I assumed or I don’t know, maybe I was hoping that he actually likes these things about me.”
“He probably does.”
Jongdae shakes his head. “No. Today he gave me a note from the list of things he likes about me, which means that list actually exists and this”- he gestures to all the notes- “is all true. These are actually things he doesn’t like about me.”
Chanyeol frowns because there are a lot of notes. He doesn’t believe that Sehun actually dislikes all these things about him. But he also believes that Sehun is unbelievably stupid. “Why did you have to go and fall for the Anti-Christ?” he asks, putting an arm around Jongdae’s shoulders.
Jongdae laughs as he leans against Chanyeol. “Because I like a challenge.”
“Why didn’t you just date Kyungsoo like you two always joke about?” Chanyeol smiles because he knows the two of them would be an awful couple.
“Because Kyungsoo is scary,” Jongdae laughs.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol agrees laughing.
///
“They’re hiding,” Sehun complains as he joins Jongin at their noticeably empty table. After the first day, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and Baekhyun haven’t been in the cafeteria during lunchtime, or at the coffee shop, and Sehun doesn’t know what any of them study so he hasn’t seen them around campus either. “Cowards.”
“What did you expect?” Jongin asks, eyeing his mac and cheese suspiciously. “Should this cheese be clumpy like this?”
“What do you mean? I know why Jongdae is ignoring me,” Sehun says, staring dismally at his pudding cup. “I mean, not really, but I know I’ve done something to piss him off. Why are the rest of them making themselves scarce?”
“Why do you care?” Jongin pokes at a cheese clump. “Do you like them now? Are you admitting that you like Jongdae now?”
“Of course I like him,” Sehun complains, kicking at Jongin’s leg under the table and this distresses him even more. “This shouldn’t even be your leg under the table, it should be his.”
“Wow, kicking him. Yeah, it’s a mystery why he’s avoiding you.”
Sehun sighs as he shoves his pudding cup away. “Liking someone is so annoying.”
Jongin snorts. “Just the way you do it.”
“I know that what I was doing-“
“Are doing.”
Sehun glares at him. “Fine. I know what I’m doing isn’t typical dating behaviour-“
“Dating.” Jongin chortles. “Is that what you two were doing?”
“Are doing,” Sehun corrects him, sending another glare his way.
“Really? Because you haven’t talked to him in two weeks,” Jongin says. “The only time you see him is in our statistics class, and you don’t talk to him there either.”
Sehun pouts at his unopened pudding. “Because Luhan hisses at me every time I so much as look over. I think he’s feral.”
Jongin laughs. “Can I have your pudding if you’re just going to glare at it?”
Sehun shrugs. “Yeah, whatever,” he mumbles before he buries his face in his arms.
///
Jongdae is leaving his dorm room and he almost runs into Jongin, who looks lost until he sees Jongdae and he brightens up.
“Hey!” He holds up a cup. “I brought you coffee. I thought we could walk to class together.”
Jongdae tries to hide his surprise but the two of them have only talked when they had lunch together. “Okay,” he says, reluctantly taking the cup, noting that Jongin still has another two cups since he has taken over coffee duty for Sehun again. “Thanks.”
Jongin shrugs. They’re quiet as they walk down the stairs and when they’re outside, Jongdae asks what he wants because he knows he and Sehun’s dorm room is at the other end from the building their class is in.
“I don’t know what Sehun did,” Jongin says, “but he really likes you. I know he’s a complete asshat and honestly, I was getting tired of his whining about how dumb your face is.”
Jongdae snorts at this but it makes him smile a little because that’s familiar, even though it's now apparent that Sehun actually does dislike his face. Or at least the components that make up his face- he hasn’t received an actual note that says ‘your face.’
“But now I’m getting tired of him whining about why you won’t talk to him anymore.” Jongin stops and he turns to Jongdae. “He says you guys are dating.”
“We are,” Jongdae says. “Or we’re friend-dating. I don’t know.”
Jongin looks at him blankly. “There’s only one kind of dating when two people want to bone each other.”
Jongdae raises an eyebrow at this but he doesn’t argue.
“Look, I’m sure what he did was stupid,” Jongin says, fiddling with the lid of his cup. “But that’s just Sehun? He didn’t mean to offend you. And he’d tell you all this if you stopped ignoring him.”
“Okay,” Jongdae says. “Point taken.”
Jongin seems pleased with this response as they approach their classroom. “Are you going to sit with him?” he asks.
“Nope,” Jongdae says, moving towards where Luhan is already sitting. “Thanks for the coffee.”
///
“I don’t even know where his stupid dorm is,” Sehun mutters angrily under his breath. “So I can’t show up and make him talk to me.”
Jongin grunts at him from his bed, where’s his wading through the pages of Atlas Shrugged. “The fuck is wrong with this writer?”
Sehun glances over at him to see what he’s reading. “That was her fucking magnum opus. Show some respect, bitch.”
Jongin looks up from his book. “You liked this book? You understood this book?”
“Just because your tiny brain doesn’t get it doesn’t mean we’re all ignorant,” Sehun mumbles.
Jongin rolls his eyes. “That stick up your ass must have gone in deeper since Jongdae dumped you.”
Sehun scowls. He’s looking around for something to throw at Jongin’s head when there’s a knock at the door.
“You’re closer, you get it,” Jongin says, flopping down on his bed, pulling the book over his head with a deep sigh.
Sehun blinks when he opens the door and sees Jongdae standing there.
“I’m here for my apology,” he says, his arms crossed.
Sehun turns to Jongin. “You. Get out now.”
Jongin lifts the book from his head, looking like he’s about to argue until he sees Jongdae. “Oh.” He lets out another sigh as he puts on his jacket and grabs his book. “If you guys are going to have sex on my bed,” he says with the weariness of someone who has been roommates with Sehun for too long, “then I expect you to at least wash the sheets.” He pinches the back of Sehun's neck before he leaves.
Sehun grabs Jongdae’s arm to drag him inside before he closes the door and shoves him up against it. He doesn’t wait for Jongdae to register what is happening before he leans in to kiss him.
Jongdae feels cold because he’s been outside, but his mouth is hot, and Sehun feels like he has to dig through layers of clothing before his hands finally rest on Jongdae’s waist. His fingers dig in slightly, because despite all the cold air he’s emanating, Jongdae’s skin is warm underneath.
“Apologies usually involve words being spoken,” Jongdae says when Sehun pulls away, although his arms are around his neck.
“I’m sorry,” Sehun says, pressing their foreheads together. “For whatever stupid thing I did, I’m sorry. I like you a lot. And I love your face. I love all the beauty marks on it and your nose that crinkles and the way the ends of your smile look like they’re smiling.” He moves one of his hands to find Jongdae’s and he intertwines their fingers. “And I love your hands because my hand probably fits into a lot of people’s hands just fine, but it feels right with yours.” He pulls away a little. “You’re wearing too many things for me to continue.”
Jongdae laughs. “You were doing so well before that last part,” he says, before he pushes himself up on his toes to kiss Sehun again.
Sehun smiles against his lips. “I like how you have to do that when we kiss.”
Jongdae uses his free hand to shove him. “You want me to tell you what I like about you?”
Sehun scoffs. “I already know the answer to that,” he says, unwrapping Jongdae’s scarf from around his neck. “Everything.”
///
Kyungsoo blinks up at him when he drops down into the seat next to him. “Were you mauled or something?”
Jongdae looks at him, eyebrow quirked up. “What?”
Baekhyun reaches out and pokes at a patch of skin near his collar. “Were we wrong about Sehun?” he asks, dragging the collar of Jongdae’s shirt down a bit. “Is he actually a vampire instead of the Anti-Christ?”
“No one said the spawn of satan didn’t have sharp teeth,” Kyungsoo says, poking at one of the bruises.
“Stop it,” Jongdae complains, slapping their hands away.
“Yes, please stop touching my boyfriend,” Sehun says, sliding in next to Jongdae.
“Ooh, boyfriend,” Baekhyun mimics, batting his eyelashes.
Jongdae snickers but he looks not-so-secretly pleased at the same time.
“Were you going for a pattern?” Baekhyun asks. He’s still looking at Jongdae’s neck. “I feel like we should be playing connect the dots.”
Jongdae yelps when he feels something ticklish against his neck. “Hold still,” Kyungsoo says, dragging his highlighter across his neck, connecting the marks. “Nah, there's no pattern.”
Sehun stares at him. “Did you just draw on his neck?”
“Relax, Damien, just making sure you didn’t leave some hidden message to your minions on my best friend’s neck,” Kyungsoo says.
“Damien?” Sehun looks at them, confused.
“The Anti-Christ’s name,” Baekhyun supplies, helpfully. “In The Omen.”
///
"Pay attention to meeee," Sehun whines, tugging on Jongdae's shirt. "It's Friday night, you don't have to study. He drops Jongdae's shirt in favour of slipping his hands underneath it. "Please?"
Jongdae sighs. It's really hard to be doing his readings when Sehun has his hands under his shirt. “I have to finish reading this entire book for Monday and I'm only on page 27,” he complains, even as he leans back into Sehun’s hold.
Sehun hums against the skin of his neck and the vibrations make Jongdae push into him further. “But I’m bored. You promised you would entertain me.”
“No, I said you could come over but you’d have to entertain yourself.” Jongdae uses all of his willpower to pull himself away from Sehun’s arms and he pokes him on the shoulder. “Go watch T.V. or something.”
Sehun huffs as he flops down on Jongdae’s bed. He’s quiet for awhile and Jongdae gets lost in his reading by the time he hears Sehun start to fiddle around with something. He doesn’t bother turning around because he knows it will just lead to more questions. Plus Sehun seems to think it’s perfectly normal to be walking around in a ridiculously low tank top event though it was close to -15° outside.
“Why do you have all these?”
When Jongdae finally turns around, Sehun is holding the bunch of notes he had given him in class. “I don’t know,” he says. “Just keeping them to remind me of all the things you hated about me that you now like.”
Sehun scoffs. “Don’t be stupid,” he says, flipping through the notes. “I never hated any of these things about you. I always liked them. And you.”
Jongdae blinks. “But you had a separate list of things that you actually liked about me.”
Sehun frowns at that. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. You passed me that other note that day and you said it was from the list of things you liked about me.”
Sehun looks confused. “It was the same note that I handed to you when you walked in.”
Jongdae feels as confused as Sehun looks. “But you said-”
“I just said that to make you smile and to stop looking so miserable,” Sehun says, his frown getting deeper. “I never had a separate list.” He stops and then it dawns on him. “Is that what we were fighting about? That’s why you were mad? Because you thought I had a separate list so you thought all this stuff”- he shakes the notes in his hand- “was real?”
“Well, you went about it in a really dumb way,” Jongdae complains. “Why didn’t you just tell me you actually liked all those things about me?”
“Because I thought you knew!”
“I did before you spouted that bullshit about having a list of things you liked about me. You’re so stupid.”
“You’re stupid. We were dating. Why would I be giving you notes about things I hated about you? There are like twenty five notes here. Of course they’re things I actually like about you.” Sehun glares at him. “Stupid.”
Jongdae huffs. “You’re the stupid one,” he mumbles before he turns back to his book. He can hear Sehun shuffling through the notes and scoffing every once in awhile, but he ignores it.
A few moments later, Sehun’s arms are around him again. “Okay, I’m sorry,” he says, pressing himself to Jongdae’s back. “I was stupid.” He presses his lips to Jongdae’s neck softly. “But you were stupid too.”
“Yeah,” Jongdae admits begrudgingly. “You were hard to figure out.”
“I know,” Sehun says. He drags the collar of Jongdae’s t-shirt as far down his shoulder as he can and he pouts at what he sees. “These marks are fading,” he says, running a thumb across a litter of scattered bruises on Jongdae’s shoulder. “I only left them there a week ago.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes. “Good. This is the best my shoulder has looked since we started dating. You possessive little shit.”
“People should know you’re mine,” Sehun says petulantly, pressing his lips softly to Jongdae’s shoulder. “I don’t like sharing.” He tugs on Jongdae. “Come on, play with me, you haven’t read anything for the past fifteen minutes.”
“It’s hard when you’re-“ Jongdae yelps when one of Sehun’s hands slide back under his shirt and his fingers dig right under his ribs. “When you’re touching me like that.”
“That’s the point.” Sehun’s fingers slowly move up, dipping every now and then into the indentations of Jongdae’s ribs.
Jongdae sighs before he shuts his book and turns around. He opens his mouth to say something, but Sehun leans in and swallows his words by pressing their mouths together.
“I promise I’m more interesting than-“ Sehun tilts his head to glance at Jongdae’s book, and pulls a face- “Gone With the Wind. Are you kidding me? You had a choice between fooling around with me or reading about fucking Scarlett O’Hara and you choose her?”
“You know, you are surprisingly well-read for someone who makes very stupid choices.”
“I am full of surprises.”
“This is more talking than I anticipated,” Jongdae says, yanking on Sehun’s shirt to pull him forward again.
---
[x} idk where my sehun/chen feelings came from but y'know...chen/everyone else in exo is pretty canon.
[x] someone tell me it is a bad idea to write puppy!fic where exo are actually puppies bc w h a t. >:(
sehun/chen
pg-13
“Jongdae has a dumb face.”
Sehun and Jongin are at their regular booth doing their homework. At least Jongin is. Sehun is stealing glances over his textbook at the table across the coffee shop, where Jongdae is sitting with his friends.
“So stop staring at him.”
Sehun ducks his head when one of Jongdae’s friends looks over. “But you agree, right? He has a dumb face.”
Jongin rolls his eyes. “I don’t know. Unlike you, I don’t spend all my time staring at him like a creep.”
Sehun huffs. “So look. Look and refresh your memory.”
“Sehun!” Jongin glares at him. “Can you just…go talk to him and ask him out or just shut up and do your assignment. I’m not failing this class just because you can’t keep your eyes off some boy.”
“A boy with a dumb face,” Sehun mumbles.
///
“Why do you keep looking over at Jongin’s table?” Jongdae asks Baekhyun, leaning over to grab a sugar packet.
“Because Sehun keeps looking over here.” Baekhyun smirks when he catches Sehun’s eyes and he immediately looks away and hides behind his textbook. “I think he likes one of us.”
Jongdae snorts as he rips the sugar packet open. “Why do you care? Aren’t you spoken for? Everyone knows Chanyeol’s sucking your dick.”
Kyungsoo grunts in disapproval beside him. “Please don’t put these images in my head.”
“Plus Baekhyun’s the one doing all the sucking,” Chanyeol pipes up, smiling at them brightly.
“Gross.” Kyungsoo finally looks up and glances over at Sehun and Jongin’s table. “Oh. Sehun. Yeah. He has a not-crush on Jongdae. Jongin told me.”
“I knew it!” Baekhyun crows smugly.
Jongdae knits his eyebrows in confusion. “What’s a not-crush?”
“He says he hates your face,” Kyungsoo says, snatching the cookie Baekhyun is about to bite into. “That’s mine.”
Baekhyun sulks. “It’s just been sitting on your plate alone and ignored since we got here.”
“If I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t have ordered it.” Kyungsoo hisses at him and Baekhyun huffs.
“That doesn’t sound like he likes Jongdae,” Chanyeol interjects, handing Baekhyun his own cookie, who refuses it because he doesn’t want a gingerbread cookie.
“What?” Kyungsoo looks confused. “Who doesn’t like Jongdae?”
“Sehun.”
“Oh. Him. Yeah, no, he totally does. Jongin says he keeps complaining about Jongdae’s face.”
“How does that mean he likes me?” Jongdae asks, self-consciously touching his face. “Just because he has a nice face with a great jaw doesn’t mean my face isn’t nice too.”
“No, you have a pretty face,” Baekhyun says, reaching out to pat said face.
“Shut up,” Jongdae grumbles, slapping his hand away. “It’s just dumb when you say it.”
“Again, how does this mean he likes Jongdae?” Chanyeol asks Kyungsoo, ignoring the other two because he’s used to Jongdae and Baekhyun bickering even when they’re agreeing on something. “I mean, usually when you have a crush on someone you like their face?”
“Just like I like yours.” Jongdae retreats from his argument with Baekhyun to coo at Kyungsoo. Complete with face-smushing and puckered lips. “Such a pretty, squishy face.”
Kyungsoo stabs him in the thigh with the handle of his fork and smiles placidly when Jongdae lets go of his face, yelping. “At least I didn’t use the other end,” he says sweetly.
“Vicious,” Baekhyun says malevolently, as if Kyungsoo had stabbed his leg instead.
Chanyeol sighs in exasperation. “Jongdae. Are you seriously not interested in this? Someone has a crush on you.”
Jongdae sniffs indignantly. “You don’t have to act like someone liking me is breaking news,” he says. “And Sehun doesn’t. I have a class with him. He spends most of it glaring at me like I’ve offended him.”
“Not you, just your face,” Kyungsoo says helpfully. “It can be off-putting.”
“Your existence is off-putting.”
Baekhyun starts to laugh and then almost chokes over the gingerbread cookie he has decided is good enough if he can’t get Kyungsoo’s sugar one.
“Do you two share a brain?” Kyungsoo asks. He rolls his eyes when Chanyeol sighs. “Okay, geez, Chanyeol, why are you so interested when Jongdae doesn’t even give a fuck?”
“Jongdae’s dumb.”
“That was so uncalled for,” Jongdae complains, pulling out the straws from his mouth which he had been using to imitate a walrus, making Baekhyun giggle like it was the funniest thing ever. Maybe the two of them did share a brain.
“Sehun complains a lot about Jongdae’s face which means he looks at it a lot,” Kyungsoo explains patiently. “A lot. Why would anyone look at someone they didn’t really like? Sehun is a passive aggressive little shit. Even to his own feelings.”
“Feelings,” Baekhyun echoes, and he and Jongdae promptly crack up.
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Peasants.”
///
Sehun is doodling in his notebook sleepily when Jongin drops into the seat next to him.
“Coffee,” Jongin says, putting the paper cup down on his desk.
Sehun hums in reply not bothering to check it because Jongin always gets his coffee right. He sits up when Jongdae comes in and he jabs Jongin in the ribs with his pen. “He’s here.”
“Stop,” Jongin says, squirming away. “I’m getting stupid circular bruises from all this poking I get whenever Jongdae enters a room. I know he’s here, I can see him.”
“Look at him,” Sehun sneers. “Walking in with his stupid face.”
“You have a stupid face,” Jongin mutters.
“Yeah, but my face is just regular stupid,” Sehun says, his eyes following Jongdae. “But his face is especially stupid. Like if there was a prize for stupid faces, he would get it. Gold medal.”
“Oh my god.” Jongin draws out the words as he rubs at his temples. “I cannot listen to you talk about this boy anymore, Sehun, because he is actually okay, but you talking about him is starting to make me dislike him.” With that, he takes his books and coffee and leaves Sehun.
Who doesn’t really care because now he can dislike Jongdae without Jongin whining about it in the background.
“Hi.”
Sehun’s eyes widen when Jongdae, object of his disdain, drops down into the seat that Jongin had vacated.
“So I heard that you don’t like me.” Jongdae pauses like he’s considering something. “Or my face. You don’t like my face, right? I guess that’s okay, because it could be worse, you could actually not like me. As a person. Maybe if you did, you’ll change your mind. Like me, I mean. And my face. Eventually.”
Sehun stares at him in amazement? horror? amusement? why-the-fuck-are-you-talking-to-me bewilderment? All four maybe. “Why are you sitting here?”
Jongdae blinks in surprise. “The seat was empty. Jongin seemed pretty put off when he left. I don’t think he’s coming back.”
“Why aren’t you sitting with your friend?” Sehun points his thumb at the general area where Jongdae usually sits with Luhan, who waves at them cheerfully when Jongdae leans over to follow Sehun’s pointing.
“Because I already know Luhan,” Jongdae says, opening his notebook. “Time to make a new friend. You. Person who greatly dislikes my face.”
“It’s Sehun.”
“I know,” Jongdae says perkily. He rummages through his bag and takes out a pen. “We’ve met. At Jongin’s party. You probably don’t remember, you were pretty drunk.”
Sehun blinks at this new information. He’s sure he would remember meeting Jongdae. And if he’s spent so much time bitching about Jongdae like Jongin claims he has, why hasn’t Jongin ever mentioned it? “What did I say?”
“‘I’m Sehun,’” Jongdae recites. “‘I don’t know your name but your face upsets me a lot. Why is it like that? Why is your face like that?’ Then you smacked me on the chest, although you may have been aiming for my face. Unless you dislike my chest too.”
“Ah,” Sehun says because he doesn’t know what else to say.
“My name’s Jongdae by the way.”
“I know what your name is,” Sehun snaps.
Jongdae beams at him. “Great. I think we’re off to a good start, don’t you?”
///
“Sehun! Over here!”
Kyungsoo looks up from where he’s doing his reading for his next class. “Why are you calling the Anti-Christ over? Let him be all glare-y from across the cafeteria like he usually is.”
“While I’m grateful that you think of me as the son of god, I want him to sit with us,” Jongdae says. “I’m making new friends.”
Kyungsoo stares at him, mystified. “How do I think of you as the son of god?”
Jongdae ignores him because he’s too busy trying to get Sehun’s attention, but Baekhyun helpfully quips, “See, because you called him the Anti-Christ and he’s anti-Jongdae,” before he snickers.
“Shut up,” Kyungsoo says.
“What?” Sehun stands over them, frowning.
“Sit with us,” Jongdae says, shoving Kyungsoo over so there’s room for Sehun to sit next to him.
Kyungsoo squawks when this movement jostles his arm making the highlighter he’s holding go askew across the page.
“Why?” Sehun demands.
“Because you were extended an invitation and it’s polite to accept, brat, now sit down,” Kyungsoo snaps. The sooner Sehun sits down, the sooner Jongdae will calm down and stop bouncing his leg against Kyungsoo’s.
Jongin looks confused as he approaches the table, but Chanyeol politely makes room for him.
“See, isn’t this nice?” Jongdae says, picking at his fries before offering them to Sehun.
“So you’re the guy who doesn’t like Jongdae’s face?” Baekhyun asks, sipping at his juicebox.
Sehun scoffs.
“That’s a yes,” Jongdae says. “We haven’t figured out if it’s just my face or all of me he dislikes.”
“I’m starting to dislike all of you,” Sehun says.
“Well, that’s upsetting,” Jongdae says mildly. “You’re not trying very hard at this friend thing, you know.”
“I never said I wanted to be friends.”
“You can’t dislike someone if you don’t know them,” Jongdae says. He nudges Kyungsoo’s arm lightly because he doesn’t want the highlighter wreaking havoc again. “Right, Kyungsoo? See, he dislikes me because I always inconvenience him, and his pages would be neater if I didn’t always nudge his arm.” He leans in and pets Kyungsoo’s head. “But he puts up with me because he secretly loves me.”
Kyungsoo snorts at this but doesn’t refute it.
“So you can’t just decide to dislike me,” Jongdae says. “You don’t know me.”
“What I’m seeing isn’t very promising,” Sehun says, peeling the lid off his pudding cup.
“Jongdae is an acquired taste,” Baekhyun says, reaching for Chanyeol’s brownie.
“What? We’ve been friends since the minute we met,” Jongdae says crossly.
“Because you were friends with Chanyeol. You were a means to an end.” When Jongdae huffs, Baekhyun quickly adds, “I like you now though. Better than Chanyeol sometimes.”
If Chanyeol is insulted by this, he doesn’t say anything. Until Baekhyun says, “Except you know, for his dick. I like his better.” Chanyeol chokes on the brownie he has managed to salvage from Baekhyun, who rubs his back. “It’s a compliment.”
“You’re all strange,” Sehun says, digging a spoon into his pudding.
“Says the guy stalking Jongdae with his eyes wherever he goes,” Jongin says, without looking up from his phone and Kyungsoo snickers in appreciation.
Baekhyun rests his elbows on the table as he leans in and rests his chin on the palms of his hand. “So what is it about Jongdae’s face exactly?” he asks. “Is it all the moles? There are too many, right?”
“Beauty marks,” Jongdae interjects.
“Whatever,” Baekhyun says, dismissively. “Beauty marks then. No one should have that many on their face, right? It’s weird.”
Sehun squirms uncomfortably but he doesn’t say anything.
“Have you seen the one on his left eyebrow?” Baekhyun asks. “They’re everywhere.”
Sehun glances over at Jongdae, who has gone quiet, but he still says nothing.
“Is it the smile?”
“What’s wrong with my smile?” Jongdae demands.
“The corners of his mouth when he smiles,” Baekhyun goes on as if Jongdae hasn’t said anything at all. “The way they curve up? It’s like the ends of his mouth are smiling too.”
Jongdae scoffs. “Is this why you don’t like my face?”
“What?” Baekhyun finally turns to him. “Me? I am very fond of your face. I’m just saying that maybe those things aren’t so pleasing to other people.” He turns back to Sehun. “So what is it? The beauty marks, the smile? The eyes?”
“All of it,” Sehun says before he grabs his tray and leaves.
“Now I hate my face too,” Jongdae pouts.
Chanyeol hands over the extra brownie he carries around.
///
Jongdae starts sitting next to him in class, and his close proximity upsets Sehun because it’s so much easier to dislike his face from a distance. He doesn’t appreciate noticing the way Jongdae’s eyebrows quirk when he’s amused, or the way his nose crinkles when he’s confused, or the way he sticks out the tip of his tongue when he’s thinking really hard.
“Can you make your face stop?” Sehun demands one day. They’re supposed to be working on a problem set, but the only problem Sehun has is Jongdae’s tongue sticking out of his mouth.
Jongdae is confused and his nose does that crinkling thing. “Stop what?” he whispers, even though everyone is talking and discussing the questions.
“All of it,” Sehun says. “Just make it stop.”
Jongdae just looks amused at this. “You know one of these days you’re actually going to hurt my feelings,” he says pleasantly, reaching out to pat Sehun on the nose.
Sehun is kind of perplexed by this because Jongdae is generally cheerful. He brings Sehun his coffee now, even though he had taken five tries to get it right. He doesn’t think about hurting Jongdae’s feelings because he’s been biting since the day they started talking.
“You don’t have feelings,” he retorts.
Jongdae snorts as he turns back to the textbook. “You’re treading a line, Sehun.”
///
Chanyeol stops short when he walks into their dorm room and he sees Jongdae in front of the mirror, prodding at his face. “What are you doing?” he asks, sitting on his chair.
“Counting the moles on my face,” Jongdae answers like this is a perfectly normal thing to do. “There aren’t that many.”
“I thought they were beauty marks,” Chanyeol says lightly, because he’s testing the atmosphere and Jongdae’s mood.
“What?” Jongdae asks absent-mindedly, tilting his face to the right. “Oh, right. Beauty marks, whatever. There are like five. That’s not an abnormal number.”
“Jongdae.” Chanyeol tilts his own head, studying him. “You know he actually likes your face, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know Baekhyun likes my face,” Jongdae says, waving him off.
“No. Sehun. It’s like Kyungsoo was saying, he looks at you too much to actually dislike you. Also he’s less bristly lately.”
Jongdae makes some non-committal noise in reply as he continues to examine his face and Chanyeol sighs. “I have a great face,” he mutters, pouting at the mirror.
“You do.”
Jongdae turns to him. “You’re too nice for us. What are you doing hanging out with Baekhyun and me and Kyungsoo?”
Chanyeol shrugs. “Someone has to balance you guys out, right?”
Jongdae smiles before he gracelessly drops himself down on Chanyeol’s lap. “I have a great face,” he says again.
“Yes, you do,” Chanyeol says dutifully, squeezing Jongdae’s hand.
///
Sehun is warming up some cold leftovers he has found in the fridge. He’s knows it’s Jongin’s food, but he also knows he won’t eat it. He’s not sure why Jongin bothers bringing leftover food home when he never eats it. He probably does it to feed Sehun without openly doing it.
Jongdae walks into his room then, his cheeks flushed from the cold. “You, me, bubble tea, let’s go,” he says, grabbing Sehun’s arm and hauling him out.
“You are abnormally strong for a tiny person,” Sehun says, once they’re outside and Jongdae lets go of him when he decides Sehun isn’t going to return to his room.
“Another thing to dislike about me,” Jongdae says, smiling as he links their arms together.
Yes, Sehun decides, that is another thing he dislikes about him. “I’m going to make a list,” he says. “Of all the things I dislike about you.”
“I look forward to that.” Jongdae presses up next to him when they pass a group of people. “You should make a list of things you like about me too. My ego isn’t used to all this bruising.”
“What if I don’t like anything about- hey!” Sehun turns to glare at the passerby who had bumped hard into Jongdae.
The stranger glances at them and mutters an apology as he continues on.
Jongdae looks at Sehun, who tightens their arms together.
“What?”
Jongdae shakes his head. “Nothing.”
///
“I’ll have a honey dew bubble tea,” Jongdae says when they arrive.
Sehun blinks in confusion. “What? You mean I’m paying?”
Jongdae beams at him. “What? I didn’t say I was buying you bubble tea,” he says. “I just said we should go out for bubble tea. Plus you owe me for all the coffee I got you. You never even thanked me. I’ll get us a table.” He unlinks their arms and Sehun swears what he does is close to skipping away.
He seems infinitely pleased with himself when Sehun returns with their bubble teas and sets them down on the table he had gotten them. “A large,” he notes. “Aren’t we generous today?”
“I’m hoping it keeps your mouth busy so you don’t talk much.”
“I can multi-task.” Jongdae takes a large sip as if to demonstrate his point.
Sehun snorts. “You’re unrelenting.”
“Why? Because I insist on being friends?”
“Is that what you want us to be?” Sehun asks. “Friends?”
Jongdae actually seems to have no reply to this. “I guess,” he says finally. “Although I’d settle for people who can somewhat stand each other. That’s all on you, by the way. I kind of like your cranky company.”
“I’m not always cranky,” Sehun says. “It’s just you.”
“You can put that on your list,” Jongdae says. “Always puts you in a bad mood.”
“I will.” Sehun blinks in surprise when Jongdae traps his feet in between his under the table. “Are you trying to play footsies with me?”
“Nope,” Jongdae says, taking another sip of his bubble tea. “That would require you to interact and you’re very stingy with interacting.”
Sehun tries to free his feet from Jongdae’s hold and it’s surprisingly hard.
“I have amazingly strong thighs,” Jongdae says, watching Sehun struggle.
“Also going on the list,” Sehun grunts, before he manages to free his feet. He reaches underneath the table and moves his hand from Jongdae’s knee to wrap around his calf.
Jongdae raises an eyebrow. “If you’re trying to pull me closer to you, that’s not going to work. You’ll just end up pulling me out of my chair and under the table.” He smiles then. “Unless you want me on my knees. But since you apparently hate my mouth, I’m not sure how productive that would be for you or me.”
Sehun rolls his eyes, but Jongdae is right, so he moves his hand under Jongdae’s legs until he finds the edge of the chair and he yanks it forward, savouring the surprised yelp the action gets from Jongdae.
“Unuseful mouth,” Sehun says. “That’s going on the list.”
“That’s not a word. It’s useless.”
“Know-it-all,” Sehun adds. Under the table, he traps one of Jongdae’s legs in between his, their knees knocking together.
///
When Jongdae slips into his seat before class starts, Sehun slides him a slip of paper. He opens it and all it says is, ‘Your nose’ in Sehun's surprisingly neat handwriting. “What’s this?” he asks.
“I started my list,” Sehun says, grabbing one of the cups that Jongdae is holding. “I decided to give it to you piece by piece.” He takes a small sip to make sure it’s his because Jongdae likes his coffee too sweet for his liking. “You know, because of your ego and all.”
“Great, thanks,” Jongdae says, setting his own coffee down. “You have to tell me why though. I told you. You can’t just dislike something without reason.”
“The way it crinkles,” Sehun answers easily. “It’s annoying. Noses shouldn’t crinkle so much.”
Jongdae laughs. “Noted.”
“I’m going to give a note everyday.”
“Like love notes,” Jongdae says, grinning. “Except they’re mean.”
“Anti-love notes,” Sehun quips.
Jongdae clasps his hands together dramatically. “So romantic.”
///
Sehun starts to become used to Jongdae showing up at his dorm or outside of his last class of the day to drag him out for a meal or coffee, most of which he makes Sehun pay for.
“You should take the initiative sometimes,” Jongdae says as they’re walking back to Sehun’s dorm, their arms linked as always. “You should be the one asking me out on a date. Every once in awhile. It would be nice.”
“Is that what this is now?” Sehun asks. “Dating?”
“Of course,” Jongdae says. “We go out, you pay for my meal. No one else is allowed to come along. That’s a date. But you’re very bad at taking the initiative.”
“Fine. Next time we’ll go for a movie,” Sehun says. “I’ll even spring for popcorn.”
“Big spender,” Jongdae says, shivering against Sehun.
Sehun pulls away slightly, disentangling himself from Jongdae to pull Jongdae’s hat down over his ears. “If we’re dating,” he says, grabbing Jongdae’s hand and stuffing it into the pocket of his own jacket. “Then how come we’re not doing anything date-like?”
Jongdae has stopped walking, and he’s looking at Sehun, amused. “You’re holding my hand,” he says when Sehun slips his own hand into his pocket.
“Your hand is too small,” Sehun says, curling his fingers around Jongdae’s inside the pocket. “That’s what’s going to be on your note tomorrow.”
Jongdae laughs, bumping their shoulders together as they resume walking.
“So seriously, this is what, our tenth date? Ten dates and I haven’t even gotten to first base.”
“Kind of hard considering you dislike so many things about me. Like my mouth.”
Jongdae’s hand is cold in his so Sehun squeezes it lightly. “Maybe I’m starting to like your mouth.”
Jongdae snorts. “That would have been nice if I didn’t know you were saying that just to eventually get into my pants.”
Sehun scoffs. “As if anyone can get into those ridiculously tight pants. I hate your pants.”
///
Jongdae is really tired by the time he ends up in his usual seat next to Sehun. He’s had a bad day so he doesn’t say anything when he hands Sehun his coffee. He sighs when Sehun throws the now-familiar folded piece of paper on his desk.
“I don’t want to play today, Sehun,” he says, sliding it back without reading it.
“Oh.” Sehun sounds puzzled. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”
Jongdae shakes his head. “Just having a bad day.”
“Okay,” Sehun says quietly. “Thanks for the coffee.”
Jongdae almost laughs at how it takes him having a shitty day for Sehun to be nice. “No problem.” Sehun is quiet for awhile and then the folded paper is back on his desk, and Jongdae frowns. “I said I don’t want to play.”
“It’s another note,” Sehun says. “It’s from the list of things I like about you.”
Jongdae stares at the folded piece of paper, takes in the lines and white spaces, takes in the little indents from what Sehun has written on the other side because he presses his pen down too hard and he’s- upset. He’s so fucking upset right now. The back of his eyes feel too hot and he’s horrified because he can’t actually be crying over this.
“What?” Sehun looks at him, panicked. “It’s a different note, it’s from the nice list.”
Jongdae shoves the paper back at him. “You’re an asshole,” he says, grabbing his things and moving back to sit next to Luhan.
Luhan sees the look on his face and doesn’t ask him anything. “Jongdae,” he says, like he’s just saying it so Jongdae knows he’s there.
“I hate him,” Jongdae bites out because he’s still trying hard not to cry.
Luhan looks up and sees Sehun looking at them, confused and worried. “He’s looking over here. Do you want me to flip him off for you?”
Jongdae laughs shallowly.
///
Sehun doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. Usually when he does something stupid, he realizes it about two seconds later and he can apologize. But this time he really has no idea why Jongdae’s face had crumpled when he had given him the note.
Jongdae shoots out of the room as soon as the class is over, and Sehun has no idea what his schedule is like because Jongdae is always the one seeking him out in between classes. He’s not with Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Chanyeol during lunch and Sehun is starting to get upset.
“What did you do?” Jongin demands.
“Nothing,” Sehun says defensively.
“You must have done something,” Kyungsoo says. “He’s not answering any of our messages.”
“Maybe he’s upset with one of you then.”
Baekhyun scoffs. “We’ve all been friends since the ninth grade. There is very little we can do that to piss off each other at this point. You are the only new factor in our lives. His life. It’s definitely you.”
“Is he answering your messages or calls?” Chanyeol asks, like he just assumes Sehun has been trying to get a hold of Jongdae. Which he has.
“No,” he answers sullenly.
“You’re not nice,” Kyungsoo says flatly. “Not around us anyway. We’re fine with it because we know you like him and this is your dumb ass way of flirting or whatever. But are you at least nice to him when it’s just the two of you?”
Sehun blinks. He’s not as rude when they’re alone, but he doesn’t think he’s been especially nice either. Sometimes he holds Jongdae's hand and touches his knees or his shoulder or puts an arm around his waist and he just assumes that Jongdae understands that he’s not good with words.
“You should be nicer,” Chanyeol says. “Out loud.”
“Jongdae may be used to your bullshit but sometimes it’s nice to hear,” Kyungsoo says. “So I know you’ll have to dig really deep into the recesses of the empty shell of where your heart should be, but find something honest and sincere to say to him. Something nice.”
///
Chanyeol is surprised to find Jongdae in their dorm because he hadn’t been there when they were looking for him earlier. “Hey,” he says, typing out quick messages to Kyungsoo and Baekhyun to let them knows he has Jongdae. “Where have you been?”
“Music department.” Jongdae is sitting on the floor, a bunch of folded notes spread out in front of him. “I was with Yixing in the piano room. Sorry I disappeared.”
“You should have messaged us,” Chanyeol says, joining Jongdae on the floor.
“I didn’t want you to tell Sehun where I was.” Jongdae starts opening up the pieces of paper and when they’re all done, he sits back and stares at them.
“What is this?” Chanyeol asks. He sees things like ‘Your hands’ and ‘Your collarbones’ but he has no idea what they mean.
“All the things Sehun doesn’t like about me,” Jongdae says. “He gave me a note everyday and told me why he didn’t like whatever he wrote down.” He points to a note. “He doesn’t like my ears because they stick out.” He points to another one. “He doesn’t like my knees because they’re too knobby- what does that even mean?”
“Jongdae,” Chanyeol says quietly.
“And I thought…I assumed or I don’t know, maybe I was hoping that he actually likes these things about me.”
“He probably does.”
Jongdae shakes his head. “No. Today he gave me a note from the list of things he likes about me, which means that list actually exists and this”- he gestures to all the notes- “is all true. These are actually things he doesn’t like about me.”
Chanyeol frowns because there are a lot of notes. He doesn’t believe that Sehun actually dislikes all these things about him. But he also believes that Sehun is unbelievably stupid. “Why did you have to go and fall for the Anti-Christ?” he asks, putting an arm around Jongdae’s shoulders.
Jongdae laughs as he leans against Chanyeol. “Because I like a challenge.”
“Why didn’t you just date Kyungsoo like you two always joke about?” Chanyeol smiles because he knows the two of them would be an awful couple.
“Because Kyungsoo is scary,” Jongdae laughs.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol agrees laughing.
///
“They’re hiding,” Sehun complains as he joins Jongin at their noticeably empty table. After the first day, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and Baekhyun haven’t been in the cafeteria during lunchtime, or at the coffee shop, and Sehun doesn’t know what any of them study so he hasn’t seen them around campus either. “Cowards.”
“What did you expect?” Jongin asks, eyeing his mac and cheese suspiciously. “Should this cheese be clumpy like this?”
“What do you mean? I know why Jongdae is ignoring me,” Sehun says, staring dismally at his pudding cup. “I mean, not really, but I know I’ve done something to piss him off. Why are the rest of them making themselves scarce?”
“Why do you care?” Jongin pokes at a cheese clump. “Do you like them now? Are you admitting that you like Jongdae now?”
“Of course I like him,” Sehun complains, kicking at Jongin’s leg under the table and this distresses him even more. “This shouldn’t even be your leg under the table, it should be his.”
“Wow, kicking him. Yeah, it’s a mystery why he’s avoiding you.”
Sehun sighs as he shoves his pudding cup away. “Liking someone is so annoying.”
Jongin snorts. “Just the way you do it.”
“I know that what I was doing-“
“Are doing.”
Sehun glares at him. “Fine. I know what I’m doing isn’t typical dating behaviour-“
“Dating.” Jongin chortles. “Is that what you two were doing?”
“Are doing,” Sehun corrects him, sending another glare his way.
“Really? Because you haven’t talked to him in two weeks,” Jongin says. “The only time you see him is in our statistics class, and you don’t talk to him there either.”
Sehun pouts at his unopened pudding. “Because Luhan hisses at me every time I so much as look over. I think he’s feral.”
Jongin laughs. “Can I have your pudding if you’re just going to glare at it?”
Sehun shrugs. “Yeah, whatever,” he mumbles before he buries his face in his arms.
///
Jongdae is leaving his dorm room and he almost runs into Jongin, who looks lost until he sees Jongdae and he brightens up.
“Hey!” He holds up a cup. “I brought you coffee. I thought we could walk to class together.”
Jongdae tries to hide his surprise but the two of them have only talked when they had lunch together. “Okay,” he says, reluctantly taking the cup, noting that Jongin still has another two cups since he has taken over coffee duty for Sehun again. “Thanks.”
Jongin shrugs. They’re quiet as they walk down the stairs and when they’re outside, Jongdae asks what he wants because he knows he and Sehun’s dorm room is at the other end from the building their class is in.
“I don’t know what Sehun did,” Jongin says, “but he really likes you. I know he’s a complete asshat and honestly, I was getting tired of his whining about how dumb your face is.”
Jongdae snorts at this but it makes him smile a little because that’s familiar, even though it's now apparent that Sehun actually does dislike his face. Or at least the components that make up his face- he hasn’t received an actual note that says ‘your face.’
“But now I’m getting tired of him whining about why you won’t talk to him anymore.” Jongin stops and he turns to Jongdae. “He says you guys are dating.”
“We are,” Jongdae says. “Or we’re friend-dating. I don’t know.”
Jongin looks at him blankly. “There’s only one kind of dating when two people want to bone each other.”
Jongdae raises an eyebrow at this but he doesn’t argue.
“Look, I’m sure what he did was stupid,” Jongin says, fiddling with the lid of his cup. “But that’s just Sehun? He didn’t mean to offend you. And he’d tell you all this if you stopped ignoring him.”
“Okay,” Jongdae says. “Point taken.”
Jongin seems pleased with this response as they approach their classroom. “Are you going to sit with him?” he asks.
“Nope,” Jongdae says, moving towards where Luhan is already sitting. “Thanks for the coffee.”
///
“I don’t even know where his stupid dorm is,” Sehun mutters angrily under his breath. “So I can’t show up and make him talk to me.”
Jongin grunts at him from his bed, where’s his wading through the pages of Atlas Shrugged. “The fuck is wrong with this writer?”
Sehun glances over at him to see what he’s reading. “That was her fucking magnum opus. Show some respect, bitch.”
Jongin looks up from his book. “You liked this book? You understood this book?”
“Just because your tiny brain doesn’t get it doesn’t mean we’re all ignorant,” Sehun mumbles.
Jongin rolls his eyes. “That stick up your ass must have gone in deeper since Jongdae dumped you.”
Sehun scowls. He’s looking around for something to throw at Jongin’s head when there’s a knock at the door.
“You’re closer, you get it,” Jongin says, flopping down on his bed, pulling the book over his head with a deep sigh.
Sehun blinks when he opens the door and sees Jongdae standing there.
“I’m here for my apology,” he says, his arms crossed.
Sehun turns to Jongin. “You. Get out now.”
Jongin lifts the book from his head, looking like he’s about to argue until he sees Jongdae. “Oh.” He lets out another sigh as he puts on his jacket and grabs his book. “If you guys are going to have sex on my bed,” he says with the weariness of someone who has been roommates with Sehun for too long, “then I expect you to at least wash the sheets.” He pinches the back of Sehun's neck before he leaves.
Sehun grabs Jongdae’s arm to drag him inside before he closes the door and shoves him up against it. He doesn’t wait for Jongdae to register what is happening before he leans in to kiss him.
Jongdae feels cold because he’s been outside, but his mouth is hot, and Sehun feels like he has to dig through layers of clothing before his hands finally rest on Jongdae’s waist. His fingers dig in slightly, because despite all the cold air he’s emanating, Jongdae’s skin is warm underneath.
“Apologies usually involve words being spoken,” Jongdae says when Sehun pulls away, although his arms are around his neck.
“I’m sorry,” Sehun says, pressing their foreheads together. “For whatever stupid thing I did, I’m sorry. I like you a lot. And I love your face. I love all the beauty marks on it and your nose that crinkles and the way the ends of your smile look like they’re smiling.” He moves one of his hands to find Jongdae’s and he intertwines their fingers. “And I love your hands because my hand probably fits into a lot of people’s hands just fine, but it feels right with yours.” He pulls away a little. “You’re wearing too many things for me to continue.”
Jongdae laughs. “You were doing so well before that last part,” he says, before he pushes himself up on his toes to kiss Sehun again.
Sehun smiles against his lips. “I like how you have to do that when we kiss.”
Jongdae uses his free hand to shove him. “You want me to tell you what I like about you?”
Sehun scoffs. “I already know the answer to that,” he says, unwrapping Jongdae’s scarf from around his neck. “Everything.”
///
Kyungsoo blinks up at him when he drops down into the seat next to him. “Were you mauled or something?”
Jongdae looks at him, eyebrow quirked up. “What?”
Baekhyun reaches out and pokes at a patch of skin near his collar. “Were we wrong about Sehun?” he asks, dragging the collar of Jongdae’s shirt down a bit. “Is he actually a vampire instead of the Anti-Christ?”
“No one said the spawn of satan didn’t have sharp teeth,” Kyungsoo says, poking at one of the bruises.
“Stop it,” Jongdae complains, slapping their hands away.
“Yes, please stop touching my boyfriend,” Sehun says, sliding in next to Jongdae.
“Ooh, boyfriend,” Baekhyun mimics, batting his eyelashes.
Jongdae snickers but he looks not-so-secretly pleased at the same time.
“Were you going for a pattern?” Baekhyun asks. He’s still looking at Jongdae’s neck. “I feel like we should be playing connect the dots.”
Jongdae yelps when he feels something ticklish against his neck. “Hold still,” Kyungsoo says, dragging his highlighter across his neck, connecting the marks. “Nah, there's no pattern.”
Sehun stares at him. “Did you just draw on his neck?”
“Relax, Damien, just making sure you didn’t leave some hidden message to your minions on my best friend’s neck,” Kyungsoo says.
“Damien?” Sehun looks at them, confused.
“The Anti-Christ’s name,” Baekhyun supplies, helpfully. “In The Omen.”
///
"Pay attention to meeee," Sehun whines, tugging on Jongdae's shirt. "It's Friday night, you don't have to study. He drops Jongdae's shirt in favour of slipping his hands underneath it. "Please?"
Jongdae sighs. It's really hard to be doing his readings when Sehun has his hands under his shirt. “I have to finish reading this entire book for Monday and I'm only on page 27,” he complains, even as he leans back into Sehun’s hold.
Sehun hums against the skin of his neck and the vibrations make Jongdae push into him further. “But I’m bored. You promised you would entertain me.”
“No, I said you could come over but you’d have to entertain yourself.” Jongdae uses all of his willpower to pull himself away from Sehun’s arms and he pokes him on the shoulder. “Go watch T.V. or something.”
Sehun huffs as he flops down on Jongdae’s bed. He’s quiet for awhile and Jongdae gets lost in his reading by the time he hears Sehun start to fiddle around with something. He doesn’t bother turning around because he knows it will just lead to more questions. Plus Sehun seems to think it’s perfectly normal to be walking around in a ridiculously low tank top event though it was close to -15° outside.
“Why do you have all these?”
When Jongdae finally turns around, Sehun is holding the bunch of notes he had given him in class. “I don’t know,” he says. “Just keeping them to remind me of all the things you hated about me that you now like.”
Sehun scoffs. “Don’t be stupid,” he says, flipping through the notes. “I never hated any of these things about you. I always liked them. And you.”
Jongdae blinks. “But you had a separate list of things that you actually liked about me.”
Sehun frowns at that. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. You passed me that other note that day and you said it was from the list of things you liked about me.”
Sehun looks confused. “It was the same note that I handed to you when you walked in.”
Jongdae feels as confused as Sehun looks. “But you said-”
“I just said that to make you smile and to stop looking so miserable,” Sehun says, his frown getting deeper. “I never had a separate list.” He stops and then it dawns on him. “Is that what we were fighting about? That’s why you were mad? Because you thought I had a separate list so you thought all this stuff”- he shakes the notes in his hand- “was real?”
“Well, you went about it in a really dumb way,” Jongdae complains. “Why didn’t you just tell me you actually liked all those things about me?”
“Because I thought you knew!”
“I did before you spouted that bullshit about having a list of things you liked about me. You’re so stupid.”
“You’re stupid. We were dating. Why would I be giving you notes about things I hated about you? There are like twenty five notes here. Of course they’re things I actually like about you.” Sehun glares at him. “Stupid.”
Jongdae huffs. “You’re the stupid one,” he mumbles before he turns back to his book. He can hear Sehun shuffling through the notes and scoffing every once in awhile, but he ignores it.
A few moments later, Sehun’s arms are around him again. “Okay, I’m sorry,” he says, pressing himself to Jongdae’s back. “I was stupid.” He presses his lips to Jongdae’s neck softly. “But you were stupid too.”
“Yeah,” Jongdae admits begrudgingly. “You were hard to figure out.”
“I know,” Sehun says. He drags the collar of Jongdae’s t-shirt as far down his shoulder as he can and he pouts at what he sees. “These marks are fading,” he says, running a thumb across a litter of scattered bruises on Jongdae’s shoulder. “I only left them there a week ago.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes. “Good. This is the best my shoulder has looked since we started dating. You possessive little shit.”
“People should know you’re mine,” Sehun says petulantly, pressing his lips softly to Jongdae’s shoulder. “I don’t like sharing.” He tugs on Jongdae. “Come on, play with me, you haven’t read anything for the past fifteen minutes.”
“It’s hard when you’re-“ Jongdae yelps when one of Sehun’s hands slide back under his shirt and his fingers dig right under his ribs. “When you’re touching me like that.”
“That’s the point.” Sehun’s fingers slowly move up, dipping every now and then into the indentations of Jongdae’s ribs.
Jongdae sighs before he shuts his book and turns around. He opens his mouth to say something, but Sehun leans in and swallows his words by pressing their mouths together.
“I promise I’m more interesting than-“ Sehun tilts his head to glance at Jongdae’s book, and pulls a face- “Gone With the Wind. Are you kidding me? You had a choice between fooling around with me or reading about fucking Scarlett O’Hara and you choose her?”
“You know, you are surprisingly well-read for someone who makes very stupid choices.”
“I am full of surprises.”
“This is more talking than I anticipated,” Jongdae says, yanking on Sehun’s shirt to pull him forward again.
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[x} idk where my sehun/chen feelings came from but y'know...chen/everyone else in exo is pretty canon.
[x] someone tell me it is a bad idea to write puppy!fic where exo are actually puppies bc w h a t. >:(