drabbles;;
a little bit (of trust);;
jongin/sehun // 526 words / g / (bits of) romance
warning: grammar errors
→ they both like to play the piano.
a/n: ♫♪; for perlomeno, because we both swim in the angsty ocean of sekai together and cry a lot--
sehun wanders around the estate, a pile of freshly washed bedclothes stacked on his thin arms.
his actual task is to bring all those to the different bedrooms, to change all the sheets and to air the rooms out before the maids start their cleaning duties.
but when he hears the faint sound of music - of someone playing the piano, to be exact - he pauses and a small smile forms on his lips, because he’s sure he already knows who’s sitting in the piano room right now and playing there.
so he makes his way to said room and listens for a while, discussing with himself if he should enter.
he shifts the bedclothes into one arm and knocks at the huge and fancy, white door, but the piano playing doesn’t stop nor he gets an answer that allows him to enter the room; but sehun enters anyways.
and he was right about knowing who’s playing there, because right in front of him there’s jongin, sitting on the stool in front of the piano, back facing the door.
it seems like he’s too lost in his playing to notice sehun, so he just stands there, watching him.
“play with me, sehun”, jongin suddenly says and it startles sehun a bit.
“i can’t play the piano, you know that, young master”, he answers and jongin stops playing and turns around to face him. there’s a knowing, cheeky smirk on his lips, because they both know how well sehun can play the piano.
they’ve played a lot together when they were little; when the madame still allowed them to play together before sehun got old enough to carry out his duties as a maids son and before jongin was old enough to start going to his private lessons for the entire day.
sehun’s even better at playing the piano than jongin.
“come on.”
jongin makes a move with his hand, but sehun shakes his head, “i can’t.”
“just one piece?”
“jongin..“ he accidentally slips into causal speaking.
“please?”
sehun sighs at the other’s stubbornness and carefully places the clothes from his hands on a small dresser, before walking over to the piano.
jongin shifts a bit to make room for him to sit on the stool and sehun’s heart skips a beat when he sees how happy jongin looks just because he agreed to play with him.
he licks over his chapped lips, out of a nervous habit and then places his hands on the ivory keys. “what do you want to play?”
“just play anything and i’ll tune in.”
so he plays the first melody that comes into his mind, and it’s a slow and nice and somehow cheesy sounding one. and it doesn’t take jongin long to join in with an own melody that fits perfectly to the one’s he’s playing.
they even manage to finish their improvised piece at the same time after a while, without saying anything to each other.
“another round?”, jongin ask and beams at him and sehun just can’t bring himself to say no to him, even though he knows he’ll get scolded by the maids later on.
“yeah.”
miss you, miss you;;
jongin/sehun // 506 words / g / fluff
warning: grammar errors
→ jongin just can't sleep.
a/n: ♫♪; for perlomeno
a frustrated groan slips past his lips, as jongin continues to roll around in his bed; switching from lying on the right side, facing the wall to lying on the left side, facing the room.
something’s missing in his bed and it’s just too strange not to hear the rustling of sheets and the soft breaths behind him. he can’t sleep without sehun sleeping next to him, without sehun snuggling close to him.
no matter how hard jongin tries, he just can’t fall asleep.
there’s way too much space in his bed and he isn’t used to lie on the inside, because sehun always lies on the inside of the bed.
(back then he told jongin that he just wants to sleep on the inside because if zombies would attack the house and come into jongin’s room, they’d grab him first and sehun could use those few minutes they’re distracted with eating jongin alive to think about how he maybe could save himself somehow.
but jongin knows that he’s just scared of falling out of the bed, because he’s not a calm sleeper.)
with a sigh he grabs the phone on his nightstand, quickly checking the time.
it’s a bit too late to call, but to be honest, jongin doesn’t really care. so he searches through his contacts, hitting ‘call’ when he finds the right number and waits.
“can’t sleep”, he says right after sehun picks up the phone.
“me too”, sehun mumbles in the receiver, but he doesn’t sound sleepy, so jongin figures that he just tries to be quiet because of this parents.
they’re silent for a minute and jongin’s glad to just hear his boyfriend’s breathing. “you should be here”, he says then and sehun chuckles quietly.
“i wish i could be with you right now, but it’s just for two weeks, jongin.”
“two weeks are too long.”
and they really are, especially since they always stay at each other’s places.
okay, more at jongin’s place, because even though sehun’s parents finally kind of accepted that their son likes boys, they haven’t accepted jongin yet, so it’s nicer to stay at his place and to avoid sehun’s parents.
anyways, they were hardly separated for the past few weeks, so two weeks of not really seeing each other is too long.
jongin sighs again, “i just miss you.”
“stop being cheesy, it’s gross”, sehun says and chuckles again, “i miss you too”, he adds after jongin only makes an unhappy noise.
they both laugh, but somehow this makes him miss sehun even more.
“let’s talk until we fall asleep, okay? it’s like if we’re next to each other.”
“who’s cheesy now?”
“i can end the call if you want-“
“no, no, no, stop sehun, no!”, jongin sits up in panic and then smacks himself in the face when he hears sehun laugh again on the other line.
this brat.
“fine, let’s do this”, he says and falls back into his pillow. it’s still not as good as having the other next to him.
holding on to nothing;;
jongin/sehun // 443 words / pg / angst
warning: grammar errors
→ sehun's waiting for jongin.
a/n: ♫♪; sequel to the ending (i like the first drabble more, maybe i shouldn't have written a sequel, but i rly wanted to)
sehun’s waiting.
he’s sitting at the small, wooden dining table in their kitchen and eating breakfast. it’s not a real breakfast, to be honest, it’s just a cup of black coffee (and sehun hates his coffee black, but they forgot to buy some milk) and two pieces of slightly burned toast with nothing on it.
it doesn’t really taste good. the bread tastes like paper and gets more and more in his mouth, he can hardly swallow it; but in his situation everything would taste like nothing.
because today’s this day of the week.
usually he doesn’t even think about it until it happens, until the morning after, but a while ago he started to mark the days on their calendar.
now he knows exactly when it happens.
so he’s waiting for jongin to come out of their bedroom, dressed and ready to go to work, waiting for him to tell him about his plans for the day.
and everything happens like always, like every other week; jongin comes out of their room, but he’s a bit in a hurry today, more than usually. he takes a bite, two bites from sehun’s toast and adjusts the collar of his shirt.
“i’m going to meet soojung and chanyeol after work for a couple of drinks”, he says and sehun doesn’t even hope for an invitation. jongin stopped long ago to ask him to come with him to meet friends.
he already opens his mouth to answer a simple ‘okay’, but there’s suddenly this bitter taste lingering on his tongue, a burning in his throat and he can’t just say that it’s fine, because it’s not.
“with whom will you spend the night?”, he asks instead.
jongin pauses in his movement, confused. “what?”
“will you fuck chanyeol or soojung tonight?”
the other looks at him with wide and shocked eyes, but sehun doesn’t feel bad about saying this; it’s the truth. and then he just grabs his things and leaves the apartment without saying anything, without a goodbye.
sehun sits there for a while, staring at the porcelain cup in front of him. only the vibrating of his phone on the table wakes him up again and he slowly takes it, opens the text message he just got.
from: jonginnie
received: 07:36am
i’ll come home tonight. i promise.
sehun takes his bottom lip between his teeth, biting on it harshly to stop the uncomfortable burning in his eyes. he wants to punch himself, because there’s no way jongin’s saying the truth, he knows jongin won’t be there until the early morning hours.
but still he believes those empty words and keeps holding on to this promise.
jongin/sehun // 526 words / g / (bits of) romance
warning: grammar errors
→ they both like to play the piano.
a/n: ♫♪; for perlomeno, because we both swim in the angsty ocean of sekai together and cry a lot--
sehun wanders around the estate, a pile of freshly washed bedclothes stacked on his thin arms.
his actual task is to bring all those to the different bedrooms, to change all the sheets and to air the rooms out before the maids start their cleaning duties.
but when he hears the faint sound of music - of someone playing the piano, to be exact - he pauses and a small smile forms on his lips, because he’s sure he already knows who’s sitting in the piano room right now and playing there.
so he makes his way to said room and listens for a while, discussing with himself if he should enter.
he shifts the bedclothes into one arm and knocks at the huge and fancy, white door, but the piano playing doesn’t stop nor he gets an answer that allows him to enter the room; but sehun enters anyways.
and he was right about knowing who’s playing there, because right in front of him there’s jongin, sitting on the stool in front of the piano, back facing the door.
it seems like he’s too lost in his playing to notice sehun, so he just stands there, watching him.
“play with me, sehun”, jongin suddenly says and it startles sehun a bit.
“i can’t play the piano, you know that, young master”, he answers and jongin stops playing and turns around to face him. there’s a knowing, cheeky smirk on his lips, because they both know how well sehun can play the piano.
they’ve played a lot together when they were little; when the madame still allowed them to play together before sehun got old enough to carry out his duties as a maids son and before jongin was old enough to start going to his private lessons for the entire day.
sehun’s even better at playing the piano than jongin.
“come on.”
jongin makes a move with his hand, but sehun shakes his head, “i can’t.”
“just one piece?”
“jongin..“ he accidentally slips into causal speaking.
“please?”
sehun sighs at the other’s stubbornness and carefully places the clothes from his hands on a small dresser, before walking over to the piano.
jongin shifts a bit to make room for him to sit on the stool and sehun’s heart skips a beat when he sees how happy jongin looks just because he agreed to play with him.
he licks over his chapped lips, out of a nervous habit and then places his hands on the ivory keys. “what do you want to play?”
“just play anything and i’ll tune in.”
so he plays the first melody that comes into his mind, and it’s a slow and nice and somehow cheesy sounding one. and it doesn’t take jongin long to join in with an own melody that fits perfectly to the one’s he’s playing.
they even manage to finish their improvised piece at the same time after a while, without saying anything to each other.
“another round?”, jongin ask and beams at him and sehun just can’t bring himself to say no to him, even though he knows he’ll get scolded by the maids later on.
“yeah.”
miss you, miss you;;
jongin/sehun // 506 words / g / fluff
warning: grammar errors
→ jongin just can't sleep.
a/n: ♫♪; for perlomeno
a frustrated groan slips past his lips, as jongin continues to roll around in his bed; switching from lying on the right side, facing the wall to lying on the left side, facing the room.
something’s missing in his bed and it’s just too strange not to hear the rustling of sheets and the soft breaths behind him. he can’t sleep without sehun sleeping next to him, without sehun snuggling close to him.
no matter how hard jongin tries, he just can’t fall asleep.
there’s way too much space in his bed and he isn’t used to lie on the inside, because sehun always lies on the inside of the bed.
(back then he told jongin that he just wants to sleep on the inside because if zombies would attack the house and come into jongin’s room, they’d grab him first and sehun could use those few minutes they’re distracted with eating jongin alive to think about how he maybe could save himself somehow.
but jongin knows that he’s just scared of falling out of the bed, because he’s not a calm sleeper.)
with a sigh he grabs the phone on his nightstand, quickly checking the time.
it’s a bit too late to call, but to be honest, jongin doesn’t really care. so he searches through his contacts, hitting ‘call’ when he finds the right number and waits.
“can’t sleep”, he says right after sehun picks up the phone.
“me too”, sehun mumbles in the receiver, but he doesn’t sound sleepy, so jongin figures that he just tries to be quiet because of this parents.
they’re silent for a minute and jongin’s glad to just hear his boyfriend’s breathing. “you should be here”, he says then and sehun chuckles quietly.
“i wish i could be with you right now, but it’s just for two weeks, jongin.”
“two weeks are too long.”
and they really are, especially since they always stay at each other’s places.
okay, more at jongin’s place, because even though sehun’s parents finally kind of accepted that their son likes boys, they haven’t accepted jongin yet, so it’s nicer to stay at his place and to avoid sehun’s parents.
anyways, they were hardly separated for the past few weeks, so two weeks of not really seeing each other is too long.
jongin sighs again, “i just miss you.”
“stop being cheesy, it’s gross”, sehun says and chuckles again, “i miss you too”, he adds after jongin only makes an unhappy noise.
they both laugh, but somehow this makes him miss sehun even more.
“let’s talk until we fall asleep, okay? it’s like if we’re next to each other.”
“who’s cheesy now?”
“i can end the call if you want-“
“no, no, no, stop sehun, no!”, jongin sits up in panic and then smacks himself in the face when he hears sehun laugh again on the other line.
this brat.
“fine, let’s do this”, he says and falls back into his pillow. it’s still not as good as having the other next to him.
holding on to nothing;;
jongin/sehun // 443 words / pg / angst
warning: grammar errors
→ sehun's waiting for jongin.
a/n: ♫♪; sequel to the ending (i like the first drabble more, maybe i shouldn't have written a sequel, but i rly wanted to)
sehun’s waiting.
he’s sitting at the small, wooden dining table in their kitchen and eating breakfast. it’s not a real breakfast, to be honest, it’s just a cup of black coffee (and sehun hates his coffee black, but they forgot to buy some milk) and two pieces of slightly burned toast with nothing on it.
it doesn’t really taste good. the bread tastes like paper and gets more and more in his mouth, he can hardly swallow it; but in his situation everything would taste like nothing.
because today’s this day of the week.
usually he doesn’t even think about it until it happens, until the morning after, but a while ago he started to mark the days on their calendar.
now he knows exactly when it happens.
so he’s waiting for jongin to come out of their bedroom, dressed and ready to go to work, waiting for him to tell him about his plans for the day.
and everything happens like always, like every other week; jongin comes out of their room, but he’s a bit in a hurry today, more than usually. he takes a bite, two bites from sehun’s toast and adjusts the collar of his shirt.
“i’m going to meet soojung and chanyeol after work for a couple of drinks”, he says and sehun doesn’t even hope for an invitation. jongin stopped long ago to ask him to come with him to meet friends.
he already opens his mouth to answer a simple ‘okay’, but there’s suddenly this bitter taste lingering on his tongue, a burning in his throat and he can’t just say that it’s fine, because it’s not.
“with whom will you spend the night?”, he asks instead.
jongin pauses in his movement, confused. “what?”
“will you fuck chanyeol or soojung tonight?”
the other looks at him with wide and shocked eyes, but sehun doesn’t feel bad about saying this; it’s the truth. and then he just grabs his things and leaves the apartment without saying anything, without a goodbye.
sehun sits there for a while, staring at the porcelain cup in front of him. only the vibrating of his phone on the table wakes him up again and he slowly takes it, opens the text message he just got.
from: jonginnie
received: 07:36am
i’ll come home tonight. i promise.
sehun takes his bottom lip between his teeth, biting on it harshly to stop the uncomfortable burning in his eyes. he wants to punch himself, because there’s no way jongin’s saying the truth, he knows jongin won’t be there until the early morning hours.
but still he believes those empty words and keeps holding on to this promise.