Week One, Challenge Five: untitled [1/?]
XOXO Camp Week One, Challenge Five: Work on a WIP
Title: [NOT DECIDED]
Pairing: (will be) Xiu Min x Sehun, bff!SeKai
Rating: T (for this part)
Genre: Attempted!Humor, Attempted!Romance
Length: 3 406 words (for now)
Summary: Kim Minseok's face is cute and innocent. His everything else, is not really.
Warnings: I don't know how it will go in the future. May attempt my first smut in the future, and, of course, language.
Notes: I re-wrote the intro and am posting it here; in hopes the pressure of publishing it will force me to finish this thing.
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Kim Jongin is a big part of Sehun's life.
Since the guy forced his way into Sehun's life, he wouldn't allow him to take a breath ten meters away from Jongin. They eat (Sehun's) bagels in the morning together, they have (Sehun's) lunch together, they go to (Sehun's) home together, they have dinner (Sehun's mother cooked) together in (Sehun's) kitchen, they play Tekken (on Sehun's PS3) together, they even fall asleep (on Sehun's bed) together. The farthest Sehun is ever away from Jongin is in the classroom, where Jongin is sitting right in front of teacher's desk, the farthest spot from Sehun's which is neatly located on the corner.
The top it all, that damned bastard is rich as fuck, and just lives to annoy the hell out of Sehun in his modest house of his modest parents instead of living his own who-knows-how big mansion like any other (rich) person. The fact that Sehun's mother is pretty much fond of him doesn't help either - Sehun doubts what his mother has in mind is just a regular liking any loving mother does for her son's best friend.
But the key point here is that Jongin has not-so-gladfully decided to live with Sehun and only on Sehun. He shows no intention to, not that Sehun cares but, at least invite him over in his house for once, opening something like a door into his own life (if he has any other than Sehun's by now). All Sehun knows about Kim Jongin is that he's the youngest of brothers who are known as 'Princes of Korean Economy', those who he now doubts that they may not be like princes at all since he has the glory of knowing Kim Asshole Jongin, son of the CEO of Kim Holding who roots 30% of Korean industry from the banks to the chocolate crunchies in the market, or as Sehun likes to call it, a hopeless excuse of a heir for a really-really-really-rich company.
Long story short, Oh Sehun wasn't expecting it when his best friend Kim Jongin suddenly blurts out "You must meet my brothers sometime."
Sehun just glares at Jongin, not dropping the straw of his iced coffee from his mouth as he mumbles out a vacant 'wat'.
"Well, you are my best friend, and they are my brothers, and I love you so much, and I love them so much... So, yep."
"You are not my best friend. You are just some evil being who feeds on stealing innocent people's life and proccessing to erase their existence to their family and friends as you slowly kill them with your ultimate weapons that are your ugly face and a powerful annoyance." No, Sehun used to be a very happy and cheerful person who would at least smile at everything with his eyes shortening into pure and innocent crescents and all he wanted was to laugh and have fun with his friends like any other normal teenager. But it was all before Kim Jongin. Fuck Kim Jongin.
Jongin pouts like a ten year old girl - but when he doesn't act like a ten year old girl anyways. "Meet my brothers."
"Depends. Are they little annoying fucks like you?" Sehun used to hate cussing too. Fuck Kim Jongin.
"Sehunnie, you are breaking my heart," Jongin whines, tugging at Sehun's sleeve and Sehun silently apologizes everyone he has ever whined to before he met Kim Jongin. Fuck Kim Jongin.
"Good. Does that mean you'll finally fly to whatever golden cave you were born into and leave me and my bed alone?"
"Not if you meet my brothers." Jongin grins, his fingers intertwined under his chin and no, he doesn't look cute like he intends to. He just looks fucking stupid.
"You won't leave even if I do, will you?"
"Nope." Jongin dips his potato chip in Sehun's melon milkshake, and keeps his grin on as he bites, making Sehun grimace in disgust. "I love you and your mom's cooking."
"Fuck the day I ever asked you where management faculty is."
"I know you love me too."
"As much as chewing gums stuck under the desk."
(...)
It's the third day of summer break, and Sehun is ready to jump on his fractious Korean History professor to engulf him in a hug in the middle of street if he ever sees the old man, because, Kim Jongin.
The year is over and the guy still hasn’t left Sehun’s home, leaving the original Oh child to be very, very close to commit suicide. Or a felonious crime.
How his parents love Jongin so much, it's an enigma for Sehun. All the bastard does is plastering his lazy ass on the armchair in the living room all day, munching on Sehun's mother's cooking as if he's pregnant to septuplets and clinging on Sehun like the latter is his personal teddy bear. Still, Mr. Oh finds him a 'polite and reverent young man', Mrs. Oh has already declared she has unofficially adopted Jongin and Teen Oh is gonna get bald young from all that hair pulling he does in times of irritation.
He has lost even the will to spend some effort on expressing his disgust when Jongin gets out of their room (no, Sehun's, it's Sehun's room alright) with his smartphone, which the younger doubts it's even on the markets yet, pressed against his chest, practically hopping around like bunny with a three liters of Red Bull injected in its veins, and his grin about to split up his entire face in two before even Sehun attempts to do so.
Of course, Sehun still wants to slap the shit out of him as much as ever, but he is a lot faster learner than his unwanted roommate and has already figured out increasing television's volume makes it easier to ignore a certain rich asshole.
“Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun...” Of course, he just had to kneel beside Sehun's ear and nag him until he has the younger’s attention, or, his hands around his neck. “Sehun, Sehun, Sehu-”
Sehun loves TV remotes. Especially when they make that joyful little sound after a fast impact with Jongin's head.
“Hey!” Rubbing the sore spot on the top of his head, Jongin stands up on his feet and punches Sehun's left shoulder, and goddammit those stupid tanned arms aren't for show. "What was that for?"
Focusing on massaging his aching shoulder (Sehun had this weird, masochistic belief which he thinks pressuring on the ache would get it feel better sooner), the real Oh child - he will remind this to himself so the annoying evil witch Kim Jongin won't succeed on making him forget who is the real one, he only switches the channel on the TV, stopping where Kick Buttowski is trying to overcome that annoying old lady next door. I get you bro, he mentally sends his support to whatever studio Kick is being drawn in. We will defeat these little shits of a witch together.
“Sehun,” Jongin stretches out the name in a whining manner as he repeatedly pokes Sehun's ribs with his index fingers. “Guess who has just came back from Britain.”
“Dunno, dun'care,” is his nonchalant reply and current life philosophy when it comes to his forced best friend.
“Guess!” Here is that grin again, getting Sehun ready to rob a dentist to pull all those white, shiny teeth.
“Britain Ambassador to take you away and grate your flesh in a new type of tea as a part of plan where they try to get the world free from little fucks like you?”
“Sehun, why are you so bad to me?” Jongin doesn't sound sad or hurt at all, to Sehun's disappointment.
He only turns the volume up again.
“Sehun.”
“…”
“Sehun!”
“What!” He snaps.
Jongin grins again. “Jongdae is back!”
The younger only raises an eyebrow. “And I should care because..?”
“I missed him so much!” The heir of a damned company spreads his arms wide. “He's been away all year for his exchange program and now he's back!”
Sehun only glares.
“And now finally, you can meet him.”
“No.”
“But you promised to meet my brothers!” And here is the whining bitch again.
“No I haven't.”
“But I told you to meet my brothers.”
“And I said no.”
“You didn't say anything!”
“Okay. Now I say no.”
“Sehun...”
“No.”
(...)
Waking up to Jongin's ugly face is suffocating, and this morning there laid a knife between their bodies on Sehun's bed. He doesn't know how it had arrived there but sure it had been a sign to finally rip his fucking face off of his head, and Sehun now regrets he refused the chance when he had it.
He needs a boost of bubble tea, waffles and maybe that chocolate in cup for his faith for life to come back, so the ever stubborn Jongin has called his brother to the food section of a small shopping center near Sehun's neighborhood. Of course he would.
Well, at least there is bubble tea. And waffles. And he’s not paying for it.
Apparently Jongdae has just come back from his exchange program to Britain last night, and Jongin still keeps on how much he has missed having him around all the way. Sehun often pauses in his walk to bang his head to whatever wall stands next to him, not bothering to scream when the hell he ever left to visit his other brothers the whole year he spent on poisoning Sehun with his hundreds-of-dollars’ worth perfumes.
Good thing is that Jongdae is already waiting for them, saving Sehun from long years in jail and having all his further career plans ruined because of someone who most likely isn't even worth it. The raven haired male almost instantly, but slowly gets up from his seat when he spots his younger brother, taking off his dark shades (why does he even wear sunglasses indoors anyways?).
Jongin runs to him as a reaction, and by running, Sehun means he still looks like the ten year old girl - oh right, he is - spotting his lost little puppy from afar. Except this puppy seems to be a loyal soldier of Emperio Armani with his cream sweater, dark jeans (and of course, now hidden sunglasses) and has two arms to open for the ten-year-old to embrace.
But just when Sehun curses back whoever cursed him to endure the sight a cheesy bone-crashing hug that includes his best friend, Jongdae steps aside and Jongin, who has lunged forward for the hug, stumbles on the chair's leg and face-plants onto the floor.
And that's when Sehun decides he loves Kim Jongdae.
Jongdae looks down on his brother and grins, his sharp jawline getting him look a lot like that trollface figure on internet - only a lot more handsome, Sehun won't care to admit now since he has just purposefully hurt Jongin and Sehun likes him for that.
"Jongdae!" Jongin whines, voice muffled by ceramic and is bound to be ignored.
The eldest around the table just smirks again before he skips over his younger brother's motionless body and stretches out his arm. "Kim Jongdae, third son of Kim Jongmin and one of the current heirs of Kim Cooperation. It's a pleasure to meet you... What was your name again?"
Sehun takes the stretched hand and shakes it. "Oh Sehun, only son of Oh Soonhyun and heir of... um... I guess we own our couch but..."
The laughter visibly shakes Jongdae's chest and wow, even his joy sounds like rich people. "You're funny. I like it," he says with the cool manner that has him wearing his sunglasses back. "Maybe you and I can get along better than I thought." His arm around Sehun's shoulder doesn't feel as terrible as how Jongin's does, and he pushes Sehun forward to sit on one of the chairs around the table. After that, he reaches out for his pouting brother and pulls him up, patting his back in an a lot manlier hug.
"Missed you so much, Jongdae." And Jongin is smiling again, with that kind which makes the skin around his eyes crinkle and his smile is evidently happy.
Jongdae ruffles his brother's hair in the headlock he pulls the latter in. "Missed ya too, little brat." With a playful nudge, he sends the protesting youngster on the chair across Sehun.
After settling on his own chair and sending Jongin to buy each of them a cup of bubble tea (Sehun threatens him by death if he ever gets those disgusting bergamot ones), Jongdae focuses his rather tiny eyes on Sehun. "Jongin wouldn't stop blabbering about you on webcam," he starts. "I take it as you two are roommates?"
"More like a rich little brat invaded my home, my family and my life." Sehun sighs. "But I guess 'roommates' works too."
Jongdae grins. "A little life lesson for ya grasshopper, that's the exact definition of roommate."
"I don't want a roommate!" Sehun cries. “I especially don’t want, no offense but, your brother as a roommate.”
“Too late.” Jongdae’s grin, once again, resembles of the trollface. “The first thing a Kim learns is never accepting ‘no’ as an answer.”
“Precisely,” Sehun puffs out his cheeks in annoyance, his mind at the knife he found this morning. He should have done it.
“Then again, you could always kill my brother…”
Sehun’s eyes widen in excitement. “Really?”
“…but then we’ll have to hunt you down wherever you go and bury you alive in Jongin’s grave.” His grin is now somewhat creepy, making Sehun gulp down with the unexplainable shiver down his spine.
“Here is your bergamot bubble tea, Sehunnie.”
Fuck Sehun’s life.
(...)
Sehun has no idea how the fuck he agreed to meet Kim Joonmyun in his office on the thirtieth floor of the main building of Kim Cooperation, but there he stands in front of a leather covered door and he doesn't even have a cup of bubble tea as bribe this time.
"Sehunnie, I am sure you are going to love Joonmyun," Jongin says dreamily; so off in the dreamland that one would think he's talking about love of his life and not his older brother. "He is so nice, so polite, so caring, so lovely, so perfect..." He stretches the last syllable in a failed attempt of a love song, and for your information, Kim Jongin shouldn’t sing. Or live.
Sehun has no idea why Jongin being on crack never came as a possibility in the last nine months, but now, he thinks that must be it. "Then get married to him, won’t ya."
The stare Jongin gives to him is incredible, eyes widening and lips bending down in a judging manner as though it's Sehun who is the maniac in this (forced) friendship. "Sehun, we are brothers!" He objects, his tone the most serious Sehun has ever heard it being and despite his predictions, he still wants to slap Jongin. "That's unethical and not right at all."
Sehun blinks. Four times. He knows, because that's the count of how many kicks he lands on Jongin's shin.
"Ouch!" And there goes Sehun’s left shoulder again. "What was that for?"
"Instead of asking that every time I hit you, fucking think why I hit you for once!"
Jongin's eyes water, lips quirking and he actually looks so offended that Sehun even feels a little bit sorry for him. A little. Very very tiny winy little. "But..." He asks with a shaky voice. "What have I ever done to you?"
Goodbye very very tiny winy little sorrow. "Are you still asking that, you dirty room-stealing son of a b-"
"Language!" A rather happy but still somehow warning sound chimes in, startling Sehun enough much to slightly jump on his feet. He hasn't even heard the door opening, yet there stood a rather short male smiling in the door frame, with an elegance as if he was born in that simple yet obviously qualified black suit that shows his pale skin less human and more like a ghost. A handsome ghost with an attitude. "I heard sounds coming from outside the door, and-"
"Joonmyun!" Jongin wails as wraps his arms around the suited male's waist, burying his face into the guy's cotton dress shirted chest - and he seems like someone who has serious mental problems with how he has to bend his knees to do that. "Joonmyun, Sehun is so rude to me."
Wow. Just when you think he can't get any brattier.
The guy, apparently Joonmyun and who Sehun is to supposedly meet, slowly brushes Jongin's hair with his fingers, cooing "Ah, don't be like that, Jongin. I am sure he is just in a bad mood, he's your best friend after all, right?"
The scene seems so much like it's out of Baby TV that Sehun wants to throw up.
"But- But he hit me..."
"I am sure it's by accident."
"And... And he called me dirty room stealing son of a bitch..."
"Language, Jongin. And no he didn't, I cut him off, remember?"
Jongin nods, face still buried in Joonmyun's chest.
"He is your friend and if you talk to him and ask why he has been rude in a nice manner, he will explain the reason behind his actions kindly, okay?"
Please stop being so Pocoyo.
"And I think-"
"Are you two serious?" Sehun can't help but blurt out, even while knowing he is the bad guy in this apparently a five-year-old show which he had thought was his life.
He doesn't really know what he actually expected, but he is sure he has not expected Joonmyun to roll his head backwards and laugh hard enough for his shoulders to visibly shake.
"You are right," Joonmyun decreases his laughter into a shiny grin. "I apologize, Jongin sometimes has moments like this. I think he just misses his home rather than only getting too sensitive."
Sehun raises his hands up, eyes widening and voice slightly rising. "I am not holding him back, I swear!"
Joonmyun grins once again at him, and Sehun is aware he's being stupid (not Jongin-stupid but still stupid) but he thinks Joonmyun looks like an angel with those teeth. "I am sure of that, but this year I decided to stay in the dorms of my university for easy access between my work here and my classes, Jongdae has been away for his exchange and Minseok was often sent to China for international business... aaand his own fun, to be honest. Jongin doesn't really like to be alone, you see, so I am glad he found you as a company, especially in his first year of college."
"But I didn't want to be found!" Sehun protests, making Joonmyun laugh again - it's a sweet sound, if he were to be honest.
"You are a funny person," Joonmyun says, and Sehun opens his mouth to explain he's goddamn serious and why both Jongdae and Joonmyun think he jokes with Jongin around. "We aren't introduced properly, are we? Kim Joonmyun." He holds out his right hand while his left still pats Jongin's waist, his introduction a lot more modest than how Jongdae’s had been a few days ago.
Sehun takes the hand more automatically than a mindful reaction. "Oh Sehun."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Oh,” Joonmyun smiles, but doesn’t wait for Sehun to respond before he keeps on explaining his brother’s behavior which the youngster doesn’t really care. "You see, Jongin is fond of his family a lot, and we four brothers stuck to each other in our childhood a lot since our parents were usually away, so you can say he misses us a lot when he's away." Joonmyun ruffles Jongin's head, which the latter who has now cut off fake sobbing responds by protesting and babbling about how much time he spent on that hair. "After a while, he acts years younger than he is, and that’s when he gets all whiny like how he’s doing right now."
Sehun narrows his eyes at Jongin. "Trust me, I know."
"So, Mr. Oh," Joonmyun smiles, and even though he hasn't hurt Jongin Sehun feels he likes him, because wow this smile could be used to wash people's minds by the government. "Wouldn't you come in?"
Sehun nods at the hand that is gesturing towards inside the door. "Of course," he mumbles, slightly unnerved at the polite addressing - he doesn't remember a time he has been called mister. "Please call me by my name," he requests as kind as his voice can get, hoping he doesn’t seem too straightforward.
Good thing that Joonmyun’s happy face doesn’t flinch. "Jongin has talked a lot about you, actually, Sehun," Joonmyun remarks as he follows Sehun inside. "I heard you like those pearl teas, and I hope this will be a long chat we will have so I can order a cup for you, if you'd like?"
Oh, scratch everything, Sehun likes Kim Joonmyun alright.
Title: [NOT DECIDED]
Pairing: (will be) Xiu Min x Sehun, bff!SeKai
Rating: T (for this part)
Genre: Attempted!Humor, Attempted!Romance
Length: 3 406 words (for now)
Summary: Kim Minseok's face is cute and innocent. His everything else, is not really.
Warnings: I don't know how it will go in the future. May attempt my first smut in the future, and, of course, language.
Notes: I re-wrote the intro and am posting it here; in hopes the pressure of publishing it will force me to finish this thing.
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Kim Jongin is a big part of Sehun's life.
Since the guy forced his way into Sehun's life, he wouldn't allow him to take a breath ten meters away from Jongin. They eat (Sehun's) bagels in the morning together, they have (Sehun's) lunch together, they go to (Sehun's) home together, they have dinner (Sehun's mother cooked) together in (Sehun's) kitchen, they play Tekken (on Sehun's PS3) together, they even fall asleep (on Sehun's bed) together. The farthest Sehun is ever away from Jongin is in the classroom, where Jongin is sitting right in front of teacher's desk, the farthest spot from Sehun's which is neatly located on the corner.
The top it all, that damned bastard is rich as fuck, and just lives to annoy the hell out of Sehun in his modest house of his modest parents instead of living his own who-knows-how big mansion like any other (rich) person. The fact that Sehun's mother is pretty much fond of him doesn't help either - Sehun doubts what his mother has in mind is just a regular liking any loving mother does for her son's best friend.
But the key point here is that Jongin has not-so-gladfully decided to live with Sehun and only on Sehun. He shows no intention to, not that Sehun cares but, at least invite him over in his house for once, opening something like a door into his own life (if he has any other than Sehun's by now). All Sehun knows about Kim Jongin is that he's the youngest of brothers who are known as 'Princes of Korean Economy', those who he now doubts that they may not be like princes at all since he has the glory of knowing Kim Asshole Jongin, son of the CEO of Kim Holding who roots 30% of Korean industry from the banks to the chocolate crunchies in the market, or as Sehun likes to call it, a hopeless excuse of a heir for a really-really-really-rich company.
Long story short, Oh Sehun wasn't expecting it when his best friend Kim Jongin suddenly blurts out "You must meet my brothers sometime."
Sehun just glares at Jongin, not dropping the straw of his iced coffee from his mouth as he mumbles out a vacant 'wat'.
"Well, you are my best friend, and they are my brothers, and I love you so much, and I love them so much... So, yep."
"You are not my best friend. You are just some evil being who feeds on stealing innocent people's life and proccessing to erase their existence to their family and friends as you slowly kill them with your ultimate weapons that are your ugly face and a powerful annoyance." No, Sehun used to be a very happy and cheerful person who would at least smile at everything with his eyes shortening into pure and innocent crescents and all he wanted was to laugh and have fun with his friends like any other normal teenager. But it was all before Kim Jongin. Fuck Kim Jongin.
Jongin pouts like a ten year old girl - but when he doesn't act like a ten year old girl anyways. "Meet my brothers."
"Depends. Are they little annoying fucks like you?" Sehun used to hate cussing too. Fuck Kim Jongin.
"Sehunnie, you are breaking my heart," Jongin whines, tugging at Sehun's sleeve and Sehun silently apologizes everyone he has ever whined to before he met Kim Jongin. Fuck Kim Jongin.
"Good. Does that mean you'll finally fly to whatever golden cave you were born into and leave me and my bed alone?"
"Not if you meet my brothers." Jongin grins, his fingers intertwined under his chin and no, he doesn't look cute like he intends to. He just looks fucking stupid.
"You won't leave even if I do, will you?"
"Nope." Jongin dips his potato chip in Sehun's melon milkshake, and keeps his grin on as he bites, making Sehun grimace in disgust. "I love you and your mom's cooking."
"Fuck the day I ever asked you where management faculty is."
"I know you love me too."
"As much as chewing gums stuck under the desk."
(...)
It's the third day of summer break, and Sehun is ready to jump on his fractious Korean History professor to engulf him in a hug in the middle of street if he ever sees the old man, because, Kim Jongin.
The year is over and the guy still hasn’t left Sehun’s home, leaving the original Oh child to be very, very close to commit suicide. Or a felonious crime.
How his parents love Jongin so much, it's an enigma for Sehun. All the bastard does is plastering his lazy ass on the armchair in the living room all day, munching on Sehun's mother's cooking as if he's pregnant to septuplets and clinging on Sehun like the latter is his personal teddy bear. Still, Mr. Oh finds him a 'polite and reverent young man', Mrs. Oh has already declared she has unofficially adopted Jongin and Teen Oh is gonna get bald young from all that hair pulling he does in times of irritation.
He has lost even the will to spend some effort on expressing his disgust when Jongin gets out of their room (no, Sehun's, it's Sehun's room alright) with his smartphone, which the younger doubts it's even on the markets yet, pressed against his chest, practically hopping around like bunny with a three liters of Red Bull injected in its veins, and his grin about to split up his entire face in two before even Sehun attempts to do so.
Of course, Sehun still wants to slap the shit out of him as much as ever, but he is a lot faster learner than his unwanted roommate and has already figured out increasing television's volume makes it easier to ignore a certain rich asshole.
“Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun, Sehun...” Of course, he just had to kneel beside Sehun's ear and nag him until he has the younger’s attention, or, his hands around his neck. “Sehun, Sehun, Sehu-”
Sehun loves TV remotes. Especially when they make that joyful little sound after a fast impact with Jongin's head.
“Hey!” Rubbing the sore spot on the top of his head, Jongin stands up on his feet and punches Sehun's left shoulder, and goddammit those stupid tanned arms aren't for show. "What was that for?"
Focusing on massaging his aching shoulder (Sehun had this weird, masochistic belief which he thinks pressuring on the ache would get it feel better sooner), the real Oh child - he will remind this to himself so the annoying evil witch Kim Jongin won't succeed on making him forget who is the real one, he only switches the channel on the TV, stopping where Kick Buttowski is trying to overcome that annoying old lady next door. I get you bro, he mentally sends his support to whatever studio Kick is being drawn in. We will defeat these little shits of a witch together.
“Sehun,” Jongin stretches out the name in a whining manner as he repeatedly pokes Sehun's ribs with his index fingers. “Guess who has just came back from Britain.”
“Dunno, dun'care,” is his nonchalant reply and current life philosophy when it comes to his forced best friend.
“Guess!” Here is that grin again, getting Sehun ready to rob a dentist to pull all those white, shiny teeth.
“Britain Ambassador to take you away and grate your flesh in a new type of tea as a part of plan where they try to get the world free from little fucks like you?”
“Sehun, why are you so bad to me?” Jongin doesn't sound sad or hurt at all, to Sehun's disappointment.
He only turns the volume up again.
“Sehun.”
“…”
“Sehun!”
“What!” He snaps.
Jongin grins again. “Jongdae is back!”
The younger only raises an eyebrow. “And I should care because..?”
“I missed him so much!” The heir of a damned company spreads his arms wide. “He's been away all year for his exchange program and now he's back!”
Sehun only glares.
“And now finally, you can meet him.”
“No.”
“But you promised to meet my brothers!” And here is the whining bitch again.
“No I haven't.”
“But I told you to meet my brothers.”
“And I said no.”
“You didn't say anything!”
“Okay. Now I say no.”
“Sehun...”
“No.”
(...)
Waking up to Jongin's ugly face is suffocating, and this morning there laid a knife between their bodies on Sehun's bed. He doesn't know how it had arrived there but sure it had been a sign to finally rip his fucking face off of his head, and Sehun now regrets he refused the chance when he had it.
He needs a boost of bubble tea, waffles and maybe that chocolate in cup for his faith for life to come back, so the ever stubborn Jongin has called his brother to the food section of a small shopping center near Sehun's neighborhood. Of course he would.
Well, at least there is bubble tea. And waffles. And he’s not paying for it.
Apparently Jongdae has just come back from his exchange program to Britain last night, and Jongin still keeps on how much he has missed having him around all the way. Sehun often pauses in his walk to bang his head to whatever wall stands next to him, not bothering to scream when the hell he ever left to visit his other brothers the whole year he spent on poisoning Sehun with his hundreds-of-dollars’ worth perfumes.
Good thing is that Jongdae is already waiting for them, saving Sehun from long years in jail and having all his further career plans ruined because of someone who most likely isn't even worth it. The raven haired male almost instantly, but slowly gets up from his seat when he spots his younger brother, taking off his dark shades (why does he even wear sunglasses indoors anyways?).
Jongin runs to him as a reaction, and by running, Sehun means he still looks like the ten year old girl - oh right, he is - spotting his lost little puppy from afar. Except this puppy seems to be a loyal soldier of Emperio Armani with his cream sweater, dark jeans (and of course, now hidden sunglasses) and has two arms to open for the ten-year-old to embrace.
But just when Sehun curses back whoever cursed him to endure the sight a cheesy bone-crashing hug that includes his best friend, Jongdae steps aside and Jongin, who has lunged forward for the hug, stumbles on the chair's leg and face-plants onto the floor.
And that's when Sehun decides he loves Kim Jongdae.
Jongdae looks down on his brother and grins, his sharp jawline getting him look a lot like that trollface figure on internet - only a lot more handsome, Sehun won't care to admit now since he has just purposefully hurt Jongin and Sehun likes him for that.
"Jongdae!" Jongin whines, voice muffled by ceramic and is bound to be ignored.
The eldest around the table just smirks again before he skips over his younger brother's motionless body and stretches out his arm. "Kim Jongdae, third son of Kim Jongmin and one of the current heirs of Kim Cooperation. It's a pleasure to meet you... What was your name again?"
Sehun takes the stretched hand and shakes it. "Oh Sehun, only son of Oh Soonhyun and heir of... um... I guess we own our couch but..."
The laughter visibly shakes Jongdae's chest and wow, even his joy sounds like rich people. "You're funny. I like it," he says with the cool manner that has him wearing his sunglasses back. "Maybe you and I can get along better than I thought." His arm around Sehun's shoulder doesn't feel as terrible as how Jongin's does, and he pushes Sehun forward to sit on one of the chairs around the table. After that, he reaches out for his pouting brother and pulls him up, patting his back in an a lot manlier hug.
"Missed you so much, Jongdae." And Jongin is smiling again, with that kind which makes the skin around his eyes crinkle and his smile is evidently happy.
Jongdae ruffles his brother's hair in the headlock he pulls the latter in. "Missed ya too, little brat." With a playful nudge, he sends the protesting youngster on the chair across Sehun.
After settling on his own chair and sending Jongin to buy each of them a cup of bubble tea (Sehun threatens him by death if he ever gets those disgusting bergamot ones), Jongdae focuses his rather tiny eyes on Sehun. "Jongin wouldn't stop blabbering about you on webcam," he starts. "I take it as you two are roommates?"
"More like a rich little brat invaded my home, my family and my life." Sehun sighs. "But I guess 'roommates' works too."
Jongdae grins. "A little life lesson for ya grasshopper, that's the exact definition of roommate."
"I don't want a roommate!" Sehun cries. “I especially don’t want, no offense but, your brother as a roommate.”
“Too late.” Jongdae’s grin, once again, resembles of the trollface. “The first thing a Kim learns is never accepting ‘no’ as an answer.”
“Precisely,” Sehun puffs out his cheeks in annoyance, his mind at the knife he found this morning. He should have done it.
“Then again, you could always kill my brother…”
Sehun’s eyes widen in excitement. “Really?”
“…but then we’ll have to hunt you down wherever you go and bury you alive in Jongin’s grave.” His grin is now somewhat creepy, making Sehun gulp down with the unexplainable shiver down his spine.
“Here is your bergamot bubble tea, Sehunnie.”
Fuck Sehun’s life.
(...)
Sehun has no idea how the fuck he agreed to meet Kim Joonmyun in his office on the thirtieth floor of the main building of Kim Cooperation, but there he stands in front of a leather covered door and he doesn't even have a cup of bubble tea as bribe this time.
"Sehunnie, I am sure you are going to love Joonmyun," Jongin says dreamily; so off in the dreamland that one would think he's talking about love of his life and not his older brother. "He is so nice, so polite, so caring, so lovely, so perfect..." He stretches the last syllable in a failed attempt of a love song, and for your information, Kim Jongin shouldn’t sing. Or live.
Sehun has no idea why Jongin being on crack never came as a possibility in the last nine months, but now, he thinks that must be it. "Then get married to him, won’t ya."
The stare Jongin gives to him is incredible, eyes widening and lips bending down in a judging manner as though it's Sehun who is the maniac in this (forced) friendship. "Sehun, we are brothers!" He objects, his tone the most serious Sehun has ever heard it being and despite his predictions, he still wants to slap Jongin. "That's unethical and not right at all."
Sehun blinks. Four times. He knows, because that's the count of how many kicks he lands on Jongin's shin.
"Ouch!" And there goes Sehun’s left shoulder again. "What was that for?"
"Instead of asking that every time I hit you, fucking think why I hit you for once!"
Jongin's eyes water, lips quirking and he actually looks so offended that Sehun even feels a little bit sorry for him. A little. Very very tiny winy little. "But..." He asks with a shaky voice. "What have I ever done to you?"
Goodbye very very tiny winy little sorrow. "Are you still asking that, you dirty room-stealing son of a b-"
"Language!" A rather happy but still somehow warning sound chimes in, startling Sehun enough much to slightly jump on his feet. He hasn't even heard the door opening, yet there stood a rather short male smiling in the door frame, with an elegance as if he was born in that simple yet obviously qualified black suit that shows his pale skin less human and more like a ghost. A handsome ghost with an attitude. "I heard sounds coming from outside the door, and-"
"Joonmyun!" Jongin wails as wraps his arms around the suited male's waist, burying his face into the guy's cotton dress shirted chest - and he seems like someone who has serious mental problems with how he has to bend his knees to do that. "Joonmyun, Sehun is so rude to me."
Wow. Just when you think he can't get any brattier.
The guy, apparently Joonmyun and who Sehun is to supposedly meet, slowly brushes Jongin's hair with his fingers, cooing "Ah, don't be like that, Jongin. I am sure he is just in a bad mood, he's your best friend after all, right?"
The scene seems so much like it's out of Baby TV that Sehun wants to throw up.
"But- But he hit me..."
"I am sure it's by accident."
"And... And he called me dirty room stealing son of a bitch..."
"Language, Jongin. And no he didn't, I cut him off, remember?"
Jongin nods, face still buried in Joonmyun's chest.
"He is your friend and if you talk to him and ask why he has been rude in a nice manner, he will explain the reason behind his actions kindly, okay?"
Please stop being so Pocoyo.
"And I think-"
"Are you two serious?" Sehun can't help but blurt out, even while knowing he is the bad guy in this apparently a five-year-old show which he had thought was his life.
He doesn't really know what he actually expected, but he is sure he has not expected Joonmyun to roll his head backwards and laugh hard enough for his shoulders to visibly shake.
"You are right," Joonmyun decreases his laughter into a shiny grin. "I apologize, Jongin sometimes has moments like this. I think he just misses his home rather than only getting too sensitive."
Sehun raises his hands up, eyes widening and voice slightly rising. "I am not holding him back, I swear!"
Joonmyun grins once again at him, and Sehun is aware he's being stupid (not Jongin-stupid but still stupid) but he thinks Joonmyun looks like an angel with those teeth. "I am sure of that, but this year I decided to stay in the dorms of my university for easy access between my work here and my classes, Jongdae has been away for his exchange and Minseok was often sent to China for international business... aaand his own fun, to be honest. Jongin doesn't really like to be alone, you see, so I am glad he found you as a company, especially in his first year of college."
"But I didn't want to be found!" Sehun protests, making Joonmyun laugh again - it's a sweet sound, if he were to be honest.
"You are a funny person," Joonmyun says, and Sehun opens his mouth to explain he's goddamn serious and why both Jongdae and Joonmyun think he jokes with Jongin around. "We aren't introduced properly, are we? Kim Joonmyun." He holds out his right hand while his left still pats Jongin's waist, his introduction a lot more modest than how Jongdae’s had been a few days ago.
Sehun takes the hand more automatically than a mindful reaction. "Oh Sehun."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Oh,” Joonmyun smiles, but doesn’t wait for Sehun to respond before he keeps on explaining his brother’s behavior which the youngster doesn’t really care. "You see, Jongin is fond of his family a lot, and we four brothers stuck to each other in our childhood a lot since our parents were usually away, so you can say he misses us a lot when he's away." Joonmyun ruffles Jongin's head, which the latter who has now cut off fake sobbing responds by protesting and babbling about how much time he spent on that hair. "After a while, he acts years younger than he is, and that’s when he gets all whiny like how he’s doing right now."
Sehun narrows his eyes at Jongin. "Trust me, I know."
"So, Mr. Oh," Joonmyun smiles, and even though he hasn't hurt Jongin Sehun feels he likes him, because wow this smile could be used to wash people's minds by the government. "Wouldn't you come in?"
Sehun nods at the hand that is gesturing towards inside the door. "Of course," he mumbles, slightly unnerved at the polite addressing - he doesn't remember a time he has been called mister. "Please call me by my name," he requests as kind as his voice can get, hoping he doesn’t seem too straightforward.
Good thing that Joonmyun’s happy face doesn’t flinch. "Jongin has talked a lot about you, actually, Sehun," Joonmyun remarks as he follows Sehun inside. "I heard you like those pearl teas, and I hope this will be a long chat we will have so I can order a cup for you, if you'd like?"
Oh, scratch everything, Sehun likes Kim Joonmyun alright.