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panda, panda
pg-13, taohun, fluff
683 wc
a/n: happy birthday re_lla! ugh, sorry for the fail. otl. happy birthday baiby! :D
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His thumb repeatedly presses the end of the pen. The tip comes out, retracts, out, retracts, out. He spins the whole pen instead, twirling it in between his fingers. It slips, falls to the table and rolls, stopping just a breath away from the edge of the table. He sighs and picks it up again, taps it against his chin once, twice, before finally holding it the proper way. He leans forward, poises the tip of the pen at the black piece of paper and stares.
His brain is working sluggishly, all the right words seemingly hiding in the deepest recesses of his mind. It was never this hard for him to write a poem when he was younger. But he cringes now when he remembers his masterpieces. Well, he was a child then and the same excuse cannot apply now.
Maybe he needs a muse.
He heard the footsteps first and then the soft creaking of the door. He sighs mentally, half relieved and half annoyed, but it was a welcome distraction. He gladly drops the pen and pushes the paper away.
"hey, what are you doing?"
Sehun swivels his chair to look at Zitao's face.
"nothing."
Zitao walks towards him, face blank. Zitao cups his chin while intently staring at his eyes, leaning too close that he can feel Zitao's breath blowing softly against his lips and nose.
Sehun tilts back his head a bit, putting a much necessary space between them. Zitao frowns, and Sehun contemplates leaning forward again. But the other smiles, dropping his hand and ruffling Sehun's hair instead.
"i'm hungry, let's go eat."
"what about kris-hyung?"
Zitao shrugs, "i think he went with minseok-ge already."
He pauses then nods and stands up, hooking an arm around the taller man's own. Zitao looks at him in question and he smiles back cheekily.
"oppa."
Zitao mock glares at him and tugs a lock of his hair, "i'm going to practice wushu on you tonight."
Sehun falters and then something clicks in his brain. He hurriedly distangles his arm from Zitao and reaches for the paper and pen he abandoned. Zitao looks on curiously as he scribbles down two, three, four lines of his new poem. Sehun feels Zitao step closer, probably trying to peek over his bended form. He unguiltily elbows the other away.
Sehun clicks the pen off and folds the paper when Zitao snatches it off right from his hands.
"what did you write?"
He flails, trying to get the paper back, and Zitao agilely avoids him. Sehun watches with dread as Zitao unfolds the paper and reads. He watches Zitao's face closely because what he wrote was clearly all about the older man.
Zitao's brows twitch and his lip slowly curves to smile. He raises a fist to cover his mouth and was pretty soon chuckling silently.
Sehun huffs, dejected, and he turns his back to neatly put away the pen he was still holding. Arms encircle his waist and Zitao's face leans on his shoulder, trailing kisses from the junction of his neck to his ear.
"...panda, panda, sexy and sleek, always playing with his wushu stick. he gives me kisses and hugs me tight while everyone sleeps peacefully at night."
Sehun moans but turns away, pouting lightly as Zitao quotes him word for word.
"you laughed." He shudders as Zitao bites the shell of his ear and snakes an arm inside his shirt.
"i did." Sehun struggles with objection. "because you were too cute, and i love it."
"really?" He turns around with a frown, still unbelieving.
Zitao smiles and captures Sehun's lips for a kiss.
"always." Sehun looks away, blushing. Zitao straightens and grabs his hand, pulling him to the door.
"wait, where is it?" He stops, eyeing the room for the piece of paper.
"it's about me right? so i kept it since it's mine."
Sehun thinks it's not but lets it go. It really was about him, anyway. And Sehun feels Zitao would appropriately fit as his new muse. He'll just consider that as his thank you.
- inspired by the poem on this page
-dear baiby re_lla, happy birthdaaaaay! we haven't talked for so long. ;A; have a great birthday! :3
pg-13, taohun, fluff
683 wc
a/n: happy birthday re_lla! ugh, sorry for the fail. otl. happy birthday baiby! :D
click click click click
His thumb repeatedly presses the end of the pen. The tip comes out, retracts, out, retracts, out. He spins the whole pen instead, twirling it in between his fingers. It slips, falls to the table and rolls, stopping just a breath away from the edge of the table. He sighs and picks it up again, taps it against his chin once, twice, before finally holding it the proper way. He leans forward, poises the tip of the pen at the black piece of paper and stares.
His brain is working sluggishly, all the right words seemingly hiding in the deepest recesses of his mind. It was never this hard for him to write a poem when he was younger. But he cringes now when he remembers his masterpieces. Well, he was a child then and the same excuse cannot apply now.
Maybe he needs a muse.
He heard the footsteps first and then the soft creaking of the door. He sighs mentally, half relieved and half annoyed, but it was a welcome distraction. He gladly drops the pen and pushes the paper away.
"hey, what are you doing?"
Sehun swivels his chair to look at Zitao's face.
"nothing."
Zitao walks towards him, face blank. Zitao cups his chin while intently staring at his eyes, leaning too close that he can feel Zitao's breath blowing softly against his lips and nose.
Sehun tilts back his head a bit, putting a much necessary space between them. Zitao frowns, and Sehun contemplates leaning forward again. But the other smiles, dropping his hand and ruffling Sehun's hair instead.
"i'm hungry, let's go eat."
"what about kris-hyung?"
Zitao shrugs, "i think he went with minseok-ge already."
He pauses then nods and stands up, hooking an arm around the taller man's own. Zitao looks at him in question and he smiles back cheekily.
"oppa."
Zitao mock glares at him and tugs a lock of his hair, "i'm going to practice wushu on you tonight."
Sehun falters and then something clicks in his brain. He hurriedly distangles his arm from Zitao and reaches for the paper and pen he abandoned. Zitao looks on curiously as he scribbles down two, three, four lines of his new poem. Sehun feels Zitao step closer, probably trying to peek over his bended form. He unguiltily elbows the other away.
Sehun clicks the pen off and folds the paper when Zitao snatches it off right from his hands.
"what did you write?"
He flails, trying to get the paper back, and Zitao agilely avoids him. Sehun watches with dread as Zitao unfolds the paper and reads. He watches Zitao's face closely because what he wrote was clearly all about the older man.
Zitao's brows twitch and his lip slowly curves to smile. He raises a fist to cover his mouth and was pretty soon chuckling silently.
Sehun huffs, dejected, and he turns his back to neatly put away the pen he was still holding. Arms encircle his waist and Zitao's face leans on his shoulder, trailing kisses from the junction of his neck to his ear.
"...panda, panda, sexy and sleek, always playing with his wushu stick. he gives me kisses and hugs me tight while everyone sleeps peacefully at night."
Sehun moans but turns away, pouting lightly as Zitao quotes him word for word.
"you laughed." He shudders as Zitao bites the shell of his ear and snakes an arm inside his shirt.
"i did." Sehun struggles with objection. "because you were too cute, and i love it."
"really?" He turns around with a frown, still unbelieving.
Zitao smiles and captures Sehun's lips for a kiss.
"always." Sehun looks away, blushing. Zitao straightens and grabs his hand, pulling him to the door.
"wait, where is it?" He stops, eyeing the room for the piece of paper.
"it's about me right? so i kept it since it's mine."
Sehun thinks it's not but lets it go. It really was about him, anyway. And Sehun feels Zitao would appropriately fit as his new muse. He'll just consider that as his thank you.
- inspired by the poem on this page
-dear baiby re_lla, happy birthdaaaaay! we haven't talked for so long. ;A; have a great birthday! :3