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jiaersfeels · 2 years ago

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Hi🥰 can i request one with Sehun? He gets the chance to dance with his crush (she’s also a singer) so they meet and the dance is really intimate, eventually he falls in love with her

More Than A Dance

⤑ pairing: oh sehun x f.idol!reader ⤑ genre: fluff, eventual smut, dance practice au ⤑ summary: sehun gets the chance to dance with his crush in more ways than one ⤑ warnings: language, mature themes, suggestive, minors dni, dry humping, fondling, fingering, oral (f receiving) ⤑ word count: 5.1k

a/n: uhh... i wasn't really planning for this to turn out this way, but it just did (ಥ_ಥ) this is my first time trying to write smut but i hope you still like this anon >< also, when i was writing this, i had swim good in mind so you should check it out and feel hot as well (⁄ ⁄•⁄⩊⁄•⁄ ⁄)

In the bustling heart of Seoul, where the city's rhythm was perfectly synchronized with the beats of pop music, Sehun found himself at the center of it all. As a member of the internationally acclaimed group EXO, he had experienced many exhilarating moments, but there was one he had always secretly hoped for that was finally about to come true: dancing with his crush, ___, under the spotlight.

Sehun's crush on you was an emotion that had taken root in his heart, growing steadily over time. It was a feeling that defied simple explanations, a complex tapestry of admiration, fascination, and connection that had eventually woven itself into his thoughts and dreams.

From the first moment Sehun had seen you onstage, there was an undeniable spark that had ignited within him. Your presence radiated a magnetic energy that was impossible to ignore as your performance were a symphony of grace and passion, each movement capturing his attention and leaving him captivated.

As he watched you sing and dance, he couldn't help but feel drawn to the way you expressed yourself through melodies and movements, your artistry mirroring his own passion.

But it wasn't just your talent that seized his heart. In fact, it was the glimpses he caught of you offstage–the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about music, the genuine smiles you exchanged with your fans, and the moments of vulnerability you shared during interviews. He admired you for your dedication to your craft, your humility despite your fame, and the way you carried yourself in general with both beauty, grace, and authenticity.

Their occasional encounters during music shows and promotional events only fueled his crush even further. Those stolen glances across the stage, the locked gazes across crowded stages, and the shared fleeting smiles that held unspoken secrets all added to the allure of his feelings for you. Each time you crossed paths with Sehun, he would find himself both excited and nervous, heart beating a little faster as he tried to find the right words to say, even if what they had never shared more than cordial greetings and a few polite words.

What truly deepened his crush, though, was the knowledge that you were more than just a fellow idol–you were a kindred spirit. The few interactions they had revealed a shared love for music, a common understanding of the challenges and triumphs of the industry, and a genuine connection that felt like fate's guiding hand. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together.

The desire to dance with you burned within Sehun, a longing he could no longer ignore. The distance between them had always been bridged by the stage, but now, fate had something more intimate in store for the two. Both you and Sehun received news from their respective managers that they were selected for a special collaboration stage.

As the opportunity to dance with you finally presented itself, the prospect of intimacy on the dance floor both excited and terrified him. He knew that their chemistry was undeniable, their shared moments always infused with a certain magic. Yet, he also feared that his feelings might become too obvious, that the vulnerability of their dance might expose the depths of his crush.

With a mix of anticipation and apprehension, Sehun stood in front of the rehearsal studio's mirrored walls, his heart pounding against his ribs. He adjusted his cap nervously, his eyes scanning the entrance as you walked in. The studio was bathed in a warm, golden light, casting an almost surreal glow on you as you entered the room. They greeted each other with a blend of familiarity and newfound excitement for their upcoming performance.

"Hey," you greeted with a smile that was both heartwarming and electrifying.

"Hi, ___," he replied, your name rolling off his tongue like a sweet melody. Sehun suddenly felt a tinge of shyness that he hadn't experienced in years as he drank in your appearance.

His eyes weren't deceiving him. You were really here. In front of him. He's finally going to get to dance with you.

They took their positions as per the instruction of their assigned choreographer. The dance practice began as the duo immersed themselves in learning the sultry choreography. Given the nature of the choreography, the both of you can't help but feel shy at first. Not only is this the first time you are dancing with each other, but Sehun's massive crush on you is only making it difficult for his heart. With some coaxing from your choreographer coupled with your occasional laughter filling the room to which Sehun would find himself laughing along as well, his nervousness slowly dissipated.

The soft, pulsating rhythm of the music surrounded them, a gentle caress that seemed to synch with the rapid beating of their hearts. As the first notes of the demo guide filled the room, Sehun's gaze locked onto yours, his dark eyes finding solace in the warm pools of your own. There was an unspoken connection between them, a magnetic pull that drew them closer with every movement. They moved together, guided by the rhythm that had initially connected them from afar. Your movements were fluid and graceful, every step a testament to your skill. Sehun matched your energy, bodies moving in perfect harmony as if they had danced together for years and not for the first time.

The dance gradually grew more intimate, their bodies inches away from each other that the distance between them slowly closed in until their hot breaths mingled. Their hands would brush past each other, fingertips grazing lightly as if testing the waters of their newfound intimacy. Slowly, your delicate hand found its way to Sehun's shoulder, your touch feather-light yet electrifying. He responded with a gentle press of his hand against the small of your back, fingers spread wide as if to anchor you in the dance. But in reality, it was to ground him. As they danced, a silent conversation that transcended words took place. Their bodies wove intricate patterns, drawing them closer with each step.

"You're an amazing dancer, Sehun," you whispered, breath warm against his ear as they swayed to the music. The compliment sent a pleasant shiver down Sehun's spine.

He grinned, a flush rising to his cheeks. "You're not so bad yourself, ___."

Time seemed to stand still as they continued to dance, the world outside the studio fading away. With every step, spin, and twirl, their bodies moved in sync and their closeness grew, their gazes locking for seconds that felt like stolen moments. The dance spoke volumes, each movement a stroke of unspoken longing, revealing the emotions that words had failed to express.

Their movements grew bolder, yet every touch, every graze, was laden with a tenderness that defied the fast-paced nature of the music. Your fingers slid from Sehun's shoulder to his chest and he instinctively tightened his hold on your waist. Your chest brushed against Sehun's, heartbeat becoming a synchronic echo to his own. And as their eyes remained locked, the unspoken promise of the dance lingered in the air like a whispered secret.

In one particularly sensual dance step, their bodies drew impossibly close. Sehun's hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, his fingers tracing the delicate curve. Your breath hitched, cheeks tinged with a soft pink. The music seemed to slow, time itself bending to the magnetic pull between them. Their faces were mere inches apart, their eyes searching each other's as if seeking permission to cross an unspoken boundary.

With a silent agreement, their breaths became one, and their lips accidentally brushed against each other in a chaste, fleeting touch. As they pulled away, their eyes held a mixture of surprise and understanding, as if they had just uncovered a truth that had been hidden in plain sight.

The dance continued, each movement a confirmation to their connection. Their bodies pressed together, fitting like pieces of a puzzle that had finally found its match. And in that moment, it was as if the entire world around them had faded away.

As the final note resonated, their bodies gradually stilled, their breathing ragged as they savored the last remnants of the music's magic. Sehun's hand lingered on your waist and yours on his chest, their eyes locked in a shared understanding that words could never fully capture. They stood there, caught in a moment that felt like an eternity, an unspoken bond that they had discovered through their dance.

"I've always wanted to dance with you like this," Sehun admitted sheepishly, his voice a mixture of vulnerability and courage.

Your smile was tender, eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Me too, Sehun."

In the hush that followed, they slowly pulled away, their hands dropping to their sides as reality reasserted itself. Yet, the memory of their intimate dance lingered, an invisible thread that now bound them together in a way that was beyond the stage, beyond the music, and beyond their roles as idols.

The choreographer complimented the duo for the amazing performance despite it being practice only. The former expressed her excitement in seeing you and Sehun bring this performance to life on the stage for others to see because their chemistry is incredible that it can be easily seen through their dance. The choreographer then announced the end of practice, a much deserving rest after dancing and rehearsing so hard all afternoon.

With their immense dedication to their craft, you and Sehun decided to stay behind for a little while to continue practicing their respective parts on their own before practicing as partners.

Moving closer to you to begin their practice together, Sehun's heart raced, his chest tight with a mixture of exhilaration and nervousness. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. There was a charged silence, an unspoken question hanging in the air. Then, impulsively, without thinking, Sehun closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against yours.

Your eyes widened in surprise, breath catching as their lips met. The world around them seemed to blur, the only reality being the touch of their mouths and the rapid beating of their hearts. The kiss was brief, a brush of warmth and emotion that left an indelible mark to both you and Sehun.

As he pulled away, his heart pounding in his ears, he looked into your eyes, searching for a reaction. His gaze was intense, dark eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. He acted on an impulse, fueled by his feelings and the moment they had shared.

Your eyes held a mixture of curiosity, attraction, and uncertainty. Sehun's heart thudded in his chest, the memory of their brief kiss still tingling on his lips. Now, he waited, his heart both hopeful and cautious. But he could sense your hesitation, your cheeks flushed as you grappled with your own feelings.

Time seemed to stretch as they held each other's gaze, and in that moment, the weight of what he had done hit him. His impulsive action had laid his feelings bare, his vulnerability exposed.

Your fingers brushed against your lips, your touch as gentle as a whisper. Breaking the silence that ensued between you both, you called his name, "Sehun..."

He swallowed hard, taking a small step forward, his mind raced for words to explain his impulsive act. "___, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I mean, I just felt... I felt something, and I..."

Your surprise softened into a smile, eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. "Sehun, it's okay."

Surprised, Sehun's heart raced anew, his pulse echoing in his ears. "What?" Your smile grew. "It's okay. I... felt something too."

Relief flooded over Sehun, a mixture of joy and disbelief making his head spin. You weren't rejecting him. Not yet at least. "You did?"

You nodded, cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. "I wasn't expecting it, but... I felt something when we danced together."

Sehun's lips curved into a grin, a warmth spreading through his chest. "I have a confession," he starts off, taking a deep breath while doing so, "I've had a crush on you for a while now, ___. I still do, and dancing with you, getting to know you better... it just made those feelings stronger."

Your smile mirrored his own, your fingers finding his. "Sehun, I've liked you too. Your passion, your dedication... it's all been inspiring to me."

In that moment, the weight of their unspoken emotions was lifted, replaced by a shared understanding that felt like a gift from the universe. The feeling was mutual and their impulsive kiss had unlocked a door that had been waiting to be opened.

The studio seemed to hold its breath, as if the space itself recognized them having their moment. And as they stood there, on the precipice of something new, Sehun knew that his impulsive kiss had not only revealed his feelings but had also created a bond that was destined to be explored and cherished. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension, a mutual awareness of the chemistry that had been ignited.

A current of electricity surged between you and Sehun, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface. And in that charged moment, the brief kiss evolved into something more, something that neither of them could ignore. It had sparked a flame between them that refused to be extinguished.

Your fingers slid from your lips to Sehun's cheek, your touch gentle and exploratory. There was a silent question in your eyes, a curiosity about where this newfound intimacy might lead. Sehun's heart raced as he met your gaze, his own desire mirroring yours. He moved his hands lower, guiding your hips to step closer towards him until their bodies pressed together.

And in a moment that felt almost natural, without hesitation, Sehun leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss once again. The kiss was different this time around, it was more than just a passionate expression of attraction and desire, rather, it was a hunger that belied his earlier restraint. It was a melding of their desires and unspoken longings that spoke of curiosity and a shared yearning. It was a kiss that dared to explore the connection that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. You responded with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in Sehun's hair as the kiss deepened, mouths fighting for dominance in a slow, sensual rhythm.

As they kissed, Sehun's hand moved to cradle your face, his touch a mixture of gentleness and need. Your arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer as if you wanted to erase every inch of space between the both of you. Their bodies pressed together, the heat of their skin igniting sparks that seemed to dance in the air around them. The space between them eventually disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place, their emotions pouring into the shared moment. Sehun's hands found your waist, pulling you against him in a possessive embrace. The soft fabric of their practice attire was a thin barrier against the warmth of their skin, the sensation sending shivers down their spines.

The kiss was a dance of its own, a symphony of emotions that played out through the meeting of their lips and tongues. It was proof to their mutual attraction, their shared moments, and the connection they had discovered through their dance. Time became irrelevant as they lost themselves in the taste and touch of each other. Even the walls of the studio seemed to fade away, leaving them in a universe of their own making, a space where time was irrelevant and their desires were paramount.

As they pulled away, breathless and flushed, their eyes met, a silent agreement passing between them. Without words, Sehun took your hand, leading you to the couch in the corner of the studio. He took a seat, prompting you to sit atop his lap to straddle him while his hands circled your waist. There, bathed in the soft glow of a single overhead light, they shared another kiss, deep, more intense, and consuming than before. You can feel Sehun's huge bulge against your clothed thigh while Sehun can feel your growing wetness, a spot on his pants feeling damp.

You ground your hips against Sehun's, pace increasingly getting faster and more desperate. Sehun could feel your desire and let his hands wander, exploring the contours of your body with a reverence that bordered on worship, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your fingers traced the lines of his back, your touch both comforting and electrifying. Their kisses became a symphony of gasps, sighs, and murmurs, a language that conveyed the depths of their longing and urgency.

As they moved together, their bodies pressed against each other in a dance that was both primal yet tender. The barriers that had kept them apart for so long were now gone, their desires laid bare in the flickering shadows of the studio. Their kisses grew more insistent, each one a promise of the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface.

But as the intensity of their make-out session reached its peak, a moment of clarity broke through Sehun's haze of desire. He pulled away slightly, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as he rest his forehead against yours. His eyes bore into yours, heart pounding loudly in his chest.

Sehun's voice was a gentle murmur as he whispered your name, voice tinged with a mix of awe and uncertainty. "Are you sure about this?"

Your fingers continued to trace delicate patterns on his cheek, touch gentle and grounding him in the moment. The depth of their attraction was mirrored in the intensity of their gazes, their eyes searching each other's. "Sehun, I've never been more sure of anything."

And with that affirmation, the weight of their unspoken desires found release. The studio, their music careers, and the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, bound by a connection that was as undeniable as it was passionate.

Your voice was a breathless whisper, a thread of sincerity that wove through the charged atmosphere. "Sehun, I've never felt this way before."

Sehun's heart swelled, elated that you felt the same way. His fingers brushed against your waist, his touch gentle yet firm. "Neither have I, ___."

The studio seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with the weight of their emotions. In that moment, they were not just idols, not just performers on a stage–they were two individuals whose paths had converged, two hearts beating in the same rhythm.

Sehun's fingers tentatively brushed against your collarbone, his touch feather-light as if he was memorizing the landscape of your skin. Your breath caught, your eyes locked onto his as if seeking permission to surrender to the sensations that were awakening within you. Encouraged by your response, Sehun's hand trailed down your neck, his fingertips tracing the curve of your shoulder. Each touch on your skin left a trail of fire in its wake, goosebumps erupting all over your body.

As they continued to explore the depths of their attraction, the layers of clothing that had once separated them now became an obstacle to their closeness. Your fingers danced along the edges of Sehun's shirt, your touch teasing and eager. As if understanding the motive behind the mischievous glint in your eye, he lifted his arms, allowing you to pull the fabric over his head.

As his bare chest was revealed, your eyes drank in the sight, gaze filled with both admiration and hunger. Hands becoming more daring, your fingers slid down his abdomen, grazing and tracing the lines of his muscles with a touch that sent a jolt of electricity through his veins, a clear signal sent straight down to his cock. The sensation of your fingers against his skin made Sehun's breath hitch, his heart pounding wildly in his chest and his pants growing tighter. He could see the look in your eyes, a hunger that mirrored his own.

Quickly pecking your lips, Sehun's lips moved from your mouth to the sensitive curve of your neck, eliciting a soft gasp from you, surprised that he quickly found your sensitive spot. Tilting your head to the side to grant him better access, his kisses alternated between soft, lingering touches and more fervent, hungry ones. Your fingers found their way to Sehun's hair, threading through the soft strands as you arched closer into his touch, letting yourself be swept away by the pleasure.

Sehun's touch resumed its exploratory journey, his fingers roaming your body and mapping the contours of your back and your torso with a reverence that was palpable. He traced the delicate arch of your spine, ran his hands across the sides of your waist, each touch drawing a delightful sigh from your parted lips. His hands finally found the hem of your shirt, fingers curling beneath the fabric before gently tugging it upward. The moment the piece of fabric cleared your head, his breath caught at the sight of your newly exposed skin. "You look beautiful." Your body was a canvas of beauty, curves, and dips, a masterpiece that begged to be touched and explored.

As if an unspoken agreement between the two, they began to shed their practice attire, piece by piece, until they stood before each other in just their underwear–a raw, vulnerable state. The studio's light caressed their exposed skin, illuminating the path for their hands to explore each other's bodies. Their movements were unhurried, as if they wanted to savor every moment of this shared intimacy.

As their bodies pressed together once again, skin against skin, the barriers that had kept them apart were now gone. With a touch that was both light and confident, Sehun's fingers grazed the skin of your collarbone once again, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. 'He must have a thing for collarbones,' you think to yourself. His touch was a caress, an unspoken reassurance, fingers lingering there, the delicate rhythm of your pulse felt beneath his touch.

Your chest rose and fell with the increasing intensity of the moment. Sehun's fingers moved, his touch shifting from your collarbone to the gentle curve of your shoulder. His lips followed suit, pressing soft open kisses against the expanse of your skin, trailing a path of kisses along your jawline and down to the hollow of you throat, each touch eliciting a soft moan from you, a whisper of emotion that seemed to seep into your very being. As he did his ministrations, you were surprised to feel your chest loosen up, the piece of fabric that once wrapped your chest tight fell to his lap. You failed notice that he unclasped your bra, not that you minded, his fingers surprisingly nimble.

Sehun's fingers then gently traced your ribs to which your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, head tilting back as you savored the sensation. His fingers continued their journey, moving upward to the gentle slope of your mounds, his touch careful and tender.

As his lips continued to pepper your skin, Sehun's hands moved to cup your breasts, his touch hungry. He felt the rapid beat of your heart against his palms, each movement a validation to your anticipation. Wrapping his hands around your breasts, his thumbs roughly brushed over your nipples, a touch that sent a sudden jolt of pleasure through your veins and your core.

While he pinched, twisted, and kneaded, your fingers tangled themselves in Sehun's hair yet again, your touch both grounding and encouraging as you let herself surrender to the sensations he was awakening within you. His lips left a trail of heated kisses, moving lower from your neck to your breasts, his breath hot against your skin.

Sehun's lips met the sensitive curve of your breast, his mouth working its magic that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you. His touch was both firm and tender, biting and sucking, as if he was discovering the language of your desires through every whispered gasp that escaped past your lips. Your fingers tightened their hold in his hair, a soft moan escaping you as the sensations intensified.

His lips left your nipples, finding yours once more in a kiss that was both consuming and gentle. His hands moved lower, fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your stomach then your inner thighs with a touch that was both maddening and soothing. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as his fingers tentatively brushed against your nub, his touch setting your senses ablaze.

Your breath hitched, a mixture of surprise and anticipation causing your body to tremble beneath his touch. Sehun's fingers were a slow, deliberate exploration, his touch an invitation to surrender to the sensations that were building within you.

The studio seemed to hold its breath, the air heavy with anticipation.

Sehun's touch was both careful and purposeful as he continued to tease your cunt, leaving the spot where you wanted him the most untouched. His pace was gentle and his fingers moved with a sensitivity that spoke of a deep understanding of your desires, his every movement designed to elicit sensations so immense that it sent shivers down your spine. Trails of his lips' heated kisses danced along your skin, igniting sparks of pleasure that you can't seem to get enough of. Your senses were heightened; your body obediently responding to his touch. Your fingers clung to his shoulders, touch a mixture of need and gratitude. While your hips moved in tandem with his touch, it was a silent plea for more. Threading your fingers through his hair, you tugged slightly to guide Sehun back to your lips once more.

The air seemed to shimmer with palpable tension, their desires and emotions coming together in a crescendo of passion. And as they moved together, their bodies pressed against each other in a dance of need and fulfillment.

As you both continued with your passionate exchange, Sehun's fingers found their way to the core of your dripping wet desire, his touch igniting a fire that seemed to consume you from the inside out. A moan gets caught in your throat from the sudden touch, to which Sehun felt the vibration as his tongue danced a titillating tango with yours, hips instinctively arching towards him as pleasure surged through your veins. Your fingers tightened its grip on his hair, lips seeking his in a desperate, hungry kiss that mirrored the urgency of your desires.

But Sehun doesn't rush. He wants to savor this moment with you. He wants to treat you how you deserve to be treated. And he wants to make you feel good. Sehun's adept fingers moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, his touch a symphony of sensations that seemed to echo through every fiber of your being. Moving with more purpose, his touch grew more intense as he explored your cunt, shameless touching and prodding. Each delicate yet deliberate brush, press, rub, and pinch of his fingertips on your clit, and each poke, insertion, curling, and scissoring of his fingers inside your warm hole all sent ripples of pleasure cascading through you, your moans and gasps filling the space between them and left your cunt a dripping mess.

As your orgasm continued to build, a sense of vulnerability mingled with your pleasure, the intimacy of the moment amplifying every sensation. Sehun's touch was both a promise and an affirmation, a reassurance that your vulnerability was not just accepted but celebrated. Their connection went beyond the physical, each touch and kiss a revelation to the emotions they felt for each other.

With a silent agreement, Sehun's fingers moved away. You let out a whimper from the sudden loss of contact and warmth but his touch is quickly then replaced by his delectable lips as he continued his exploration of your body. His mouth left a trail of heated kisses along your skin, from your stomach, your hips, and to your inner thighs, his breath warm against your flesh. Your fingers threaded through his soft hair, your touch guiding him as he moved lower, his mouth inching closer to the center of your wetness.

He paused at your core, his warm breath fanning across your cunt as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, a gesture that held both tenderness and hunger. A soft sigh escaped your lips at this gesture. The sensations intensified as Sehun's mouth found its destination, his lips and tongue working in a rhythm that mirrored the beating of your heart.

"You taste so sweet, doll." Sehun licked his lips as he continued devouring you like a starved madman. The pleasure that surged through you was overwhelming, your body trembled as the heat of desire consumed you. Fingers tightening in Sehun's hair, your head tilting back as your moans grew louder with the intensity of your pleasure further escalating.

Sehun's touch was a mixture of tenderness and fervor, his every movement a declaration of his desire to bring you waves of pleasure. Your body arched against him, body aching for the release that he was offering. Your hips moved in time with the rhythm of his tongue and fingers as you surrendered to the sensations brought by his licking, sucking, and fingering that he awakened within you. The studio echoed with sinful melodies that the both of you created which seemed to pulse with the energy of their desires, the air heavy with the scent of their shared intimacy. Its walls bore witness to their connection, their shared intimate moment etched into the very essence of the space.

As your pleasure reached its peak, your body quivered in Sehun's embrace, your moans a symphony of ecstasy. Sehun's touch remained steady, his lips and fingers continued to work in tandem to prolong your pleasure, his eyes locked onto yours as he watched you ride your high out.

Sehun's gaze moved over to your exposed form, his eyes tracing every curve and contour, committing them to memory. In the aftermath of their passion, they lay entwined with Sehun cradling you in his arms as he traced lazy patterns on your skin, a mess of sweat and juices of their carnal desire soaking their bodies. The air was thick with the scent of desire, an intoxicating fragrance that seemed to linger. They were both flushed and breathless, their bodies a testament to the shared journey they had undertaken.

Their ragged breaths gradually slowed down as you and Sehun found solace in each other's arms. He moved even closer to you, his movements deliberate yet gentle, as if he was navigating through uncharted territory–a territory that held not just the promise of physical intimacy, but also a profound emotional connection.

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jiaersfeels · 2 years ago

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nothing worse than finding a fic and you're left on a cliffhanger wanting more cause the writer hasn't updated for months 😭

Oasis || O.SH (V)

♔ pairing: superhero!sehun x f!reader

♔ genre: fluff, angst, crack

♔ word count: 7.5k

♔ warnings: paranoia, violence

♔ synopsis: EXO: the nine member superhero gang protecting the city of Exodus. For years, they've done just that. A sudden turn of events leads them all stressed, confused, and paranoid beyond belief. A paranoia which could either lead them to answers or turn them against one another— turn them against their city.

♔ (a/n): okay I've learned my lesson and made this one significantly shorter lol. hopefully you like it! (also not proofread so apologies if there's loads of typos)

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Sehun stared at the table before him, his eyes discreetly tracing the lines of the wood, following their trail ingrained in the smooth surface, so entirely fixated on their existence as if hoping they'd lead him away from the hell he was forced to endure right then and there. More specifically, his own personal hell of Junmyeon ranting and raving of his paranoid delusions to the rest of them. Under the guise of an essential briefing regarding the happenings of their current case, Junmyeon continued to explain his findings, point by point, agonizingly digging into details which just weren't there.

He alternated between various forms of data.

A bulletin board shrouded by a dense layer of photos, sticky notes, and strewn about pages, red lines connecting each thought into another through what should have been a seamless transition, yet instead felt frantic and manic almost as Junmyeon ran from one end of the board to another.

A PowerPoint of his information, condensed into a readily available format for the others to supposedly read, though everyone merely looked to one another in concern. Concern for their leader, who was unraveling quicker than they could have ever predicted.

There was this fire in his eyes, though not of passion. The brown of his eyes instead contained the uncontrollable aspects of fire. That potential for disaster as it spread, snagging anything in its reach and infecting it with that perilous rage, that heat which could ruin anything with a single touch.

Straying from Junmyeon's inflamed eyes, Sehun instead looked to the empty seat across from him. The seat which was once designated for Chanyeol. After their last battle, he hadn't since heard from the fire bending hero. As if having disappeared the moment he left those doors. He attempted to reach out to him, though only ever received a voiceless response, merely observing the fact that Chanyeol had read his messages.

And Junmyeon didn't seem to care one bit. Hadn't even acknowledged the fact that Chanyeol showed up to fight with them. It was a devastating devolution that Sehun could only watch from afar. Watch as his friend became consumed by those flames of insanity imbibed in his darkened gaze.

"The funeral homes have shown an increase in crematory submissions, including those of loved ones who have just recently passed, though also in returnees who request their loved ones' remains be cremated." Junmyeon clicked to the next slide of his PowerPoint, showing a list of numbers that seemed almost gibberish to Sehun after being locked in this dark abyss of a meeting room for over an hour. "So there has been a significant drop in burials these coming days, as well as a decreased population of bodies at the cemetery itself. Necromancer will have a more difficult time accumulating an army with these precautions."

Sehun lazily glanced around the room once more. Baekhyun was asleep, leant against his hand in a way that it looked as if he were staring at the screen, with luckily his back facing Junmyeon. Jongdae was close behind, heavy bags weighing down beneath his eyes as he fought against his lids adamant on closing. Minseok and Yixing watched the screen, though Minseok had this dull haze over his eyes, as if he wasn't taking in anything. Kyungsoo stared at a wall while Jongin stared at Kyungsoo, both completely and conspicuously zoned out, though neither could care less if Junmyeon were to scold them. Either way, nobody was fully present in the room with Junmyeon.

"Though we do have to talk to the city regarding bodies past 50 years. Minseok, if you could get on that, that'd be great." Minseok nodded, though again, Sehun could see he wasn't paying attention in the slightest. "We've also been monitoring the traffic to and from Exodus, looking for any concerning consistencies, so I'll get back to this once I have finished conducting the research and have got my findings.

"And with that, you are all dismissed," the screen went black, a reprieve for Sehun's eyes as he attempted to blink away the words imprinted in his vision. Baekhyun was jostled awake by Kyungsoo shaking his chair, alerting him that it had ended as everyone had begun standing. "Please keep your devices at the ready so you know when next to reconvene, understood?"

"Yes, captain." They all muttered, an unintentional yet unavoidable drowsiness laced in each of their voices. Though if Junmyeon noticed, he didn't comment on it, instead merely heading out first and leaving the others to their own devices.

"I don't think I can handle another meeting like this for the next year." Jongdae quietly groaned, rubbing his eyes from their exhaustion.

"It's too much." Jongin agreed. "With work in our daily lives, training sessions everyday, and the unexpected battles every other week, the last thing we need are meetings to drain us even more."

"I don't know, it's not so bad." Baekhyun commented with a smile. "I don't remember the last time I had such an efficient power nap."

"I'm going to leave you sleeping next time," Kyungsoo threatened, turning to leave the room as Baekhyun whined behind him.

Sehun followed after, as drained as he could be and only wanting the warmth and comfort which came with home. Washing away the torment of the day, eating a nice home cooked meal, watching something to distract him from the events in his life, all with (y/n) right by his side.

Returning to her at the end of the day felt so incredibly mundane. The way his heart would sing to him as he opened her door, seeing her curled up in a bundle of blankets. Her eyes would all but light up as they met his own, sparkling with that familiar glint, mirthful as she would amble over to him, a blanket still draped over her shoulders. She'd hug him, wrapping him in not only her undying love, but also the warmth she'd imbibe into the sheet around them both. She would be so gentle with him, combing her fingers through his hair as he told her about his day. She listened so intently to him, comforted him through his troubles or celebrated with him during his triumphs.

And yet she was so terribly reticent in every aspect of the word.

(y/n) was outspoken, courageous, unafraid of whatever she held an opinion on, yet at the same time held a torrent of secrets. Secrets with which it seemed she revolved her life around.

Like the synchronous rotation of the moon, Sehun was only ever able to see what she showed him. What she allowed him to see.

It was painful. On multiple occasions, he could very clearly see how she struggled with keeping this guise to her. He could see the panic in her eyes when he'd question something, when he'd notice something.

Yet what else could he do?

Love was blind, and he willingly chose to fall into that narrative.

He could see the fear in her eyes when he'd begin prying into her personal affairs, though he'd pretend he didn't.

He'd watch as she skirted around topics and he'd merely follow her conversational lead.

He'd live in that blissful ignorance if it only meant he'd keep her beside him.

Walking into his apartment only served as a reminder to this, a confirmation to his self deluded acceptance of everything she was.

"Sehun!" (y/n) called out, appearing from his kitchen with an apron wrapped around her bodice.

Her eyes shone with mirth, this wholly genuine smile spread across her face as she met Sehun with a hug, greeting him after his long, strenuous day. Holding her seemed to melt away his tension, dissolve those anxieties riddled within his frenzied mind. She served as an amenity in his dark world, the living embodiment of a security blanket, if you will. All things wrong seemed to fade away as she patted his back, swaying to and fro as if in a silent waltz with him.

Deep down, he wanted to believe his heart. He wanted to believe in the sincerity he felt towards her. How could something which felt so right be wrong in any way? How could such safety, such love, such comfort, be false? His head screamed at him, alarms blaring, red flags waving. All signs pointed to her being disloyal, holding back secrets which could very well be fatal to him—or even to Exodus.

Yet his heart yearned for this danger, quelling his otherwise consuming suspicions. He allowed himself to fall victim to her ambiguity, the potential peril he may be walking himself into. As if he were condemning himself to this treacherous fate, exchanging his life, his happiness, his sanity, all for but an ounce of her love.

As she carted him into the kitchen, presenting her dinner she had worked tirelessly on to perfect for him, beaming up at him expectantly whilst waiting for his validation, he couldn't find it in himself to regret his decision. He couldn't find it in himself to tear himself away from her.

He showered her in his love, soaking in her every giggle as he praised her valiant culinary efforts.

He listened as she regaled him with the tale of her dinner, savoring her every word much like every bite of his food. The undeniable effort she put into her every exploit left his heart swelled with adoration, never having been loved in such a way.

Every sense of doubt seemed to dissolve as the two washed up afterwards, clearing the kitchen before migrating to the comfort of her apartment.

"Thank you." Sehun spoke softly, voice barely above a whisper as the two laid in the dark of her bedroom. The moon shone a light blue glow within the room, shadows casting across her face, outlining the visage of her being. His fingers stroked down the side of her face running along the planes of her facade, feeling the rise of her cheeks as she smiled at him.

"For what?"

For loving him the way she did. For keeping him in her life when she could have so much better—when she deserves so much better. For bringing him such joy, such vibrancy, in his once dull life. For ruining his heart so that no other could ever fill the barren cavity the way she did.

For giving him a life he never could have dreamt about, though now could never live without.

"For dinner." He responded. (y/n) snorted, shoulders shaking with silent laughter at Sehun's gruff, succinct answer.

"You've made dinner every night while I've shadowed you. I was just showing what your apprentice has learned." Now it was Sehun's turn to laugh, a fond chuckle as he shuffled closer to her.

At this point, his vision had adjusted to the dim room, and he could faintly make out the details which made up her face. Her eyes shimmered in the deep dusk, sparkling back at him like light upon the ocean. Her lips were curled into a gentle grin, as if its default when around him. The sight itself brought a smile to his face, his lips twitching at the corners as he soaked in her everything.

A comfortable silence settled over the two, merely looking at one another, basking in their shared warmth. Sehun felt so close to her, as if their souls themselves were as intertwined as their limbs beneath the blankets. As if he couldn't possibly get any closer to her, yet still yearned to fill that supposedly nonexistent space. To absolutely infiltrate any and all barriers between them until they were one.

And that thought seemed to linger with him even as his eyes slid shut, (y/n) tucked alongside him while he drifted off into sleep. That though he feels so connected to her, so integrated with her being, those pockets of empty space he wanted so desperately to eliminate would forever remain there. As long as she's got her guard up, Sehun can never truly be as close to her as he wanted.

Sehun's eyes shot open, his body immediately going stiff as he surveyed his surroundings. His eyes darted to and fro about the room. The windows were still shut, as was the door. The moon still gazed upon the lovers, once sleeping peacefully, though now one of the two was wide awake and alert. Everything seemed to be in place, though he knew something was off. He could feel it.

The shift in the air, somehow disturbed, somehow unfamiliar to him. It wasn't from the bedroom.

He shifted his attention back to the door, softening his breathing so he could hear. Hear the rats which had crept into their serenity.

Sehun unraveled himself from (y/n), carefully as to not stir her awake, though keeping his eyes trained on the bedroom's entry. His steps were light, using his wind to soften each and every move of his, to not make his presence known to the assailants lurking outside. Once he was at the door, he could hear them so much more clearly.

Their hushed whispers, their strides throughout her apartment, the rustling of her items as they scavenged her belongings. He could even hear the wind outside, the window which they used to sneak in wide open.

They were reckless, practically idiotic. Amateur home invaders if anything. So Sehun hadn't felt any form of fear as he opened the door, quietly stepping out and down the hall, into the main area of the apartment where he came face to face with the two figures.

One was in her kitchen, rifling through her cupboards. The other was at her bookshelf, pushing aside her delicate trinkets haphazardly. Neither were destructive in their ways, nor seeming to have hostile intentions. They didn't even look like they were here for valuable items.

They were looking, searching for some thing or another.

The dark figure by the bookshelf turned away from his objective, seemingly coming up empty and about to search elsewhere, until he froze in his spot, staring at Sehun who all but glared back at him. Though that initial shock seemed to dissipate, the silhouette's body loosening of its tension and instead quirking his head to the side.

"Se–" Sehun's hand shot up, silencing the man's voice by seizing the air of his lungs. The figure at first stilled, though soon the panic settled in as he began clawing at his throat, suffocating in the middle of the room.

"Did you say some–" The other emerged from the kitchen only to meet the same fate, Sehun raising his other hand and ceasing his airways as well.

And slowly, almost tauntingly, Sehun began dragging them closer to him, with nothing but the toes of their shoes skimming the floor. He grasped the necks of both of them, glowering down at them as he easily towered over the two. Still having control of their lungs, he pressed his fingers into their throats, setting them into an even bigger panic as they began squirming in his deathly grip.

All humanity in Sehun practically disappeared as he watched their struggle gradually weaken, falling deeper and deeper into unconsciousness. That is until he felt taps along his wrist. Rapid in their sequence, though nevertheless weak, as if merely trying to get his attention. But that sequence, two in quick succession, garnered Sehun's attention. Like the perpetrator was… tapping out? As if they were sparring?

Sehun released them, softening their falls so as to not make noise. To keep (y/n) asleep as the two began gasping for air. Sehun wanted to shut them up at that very moment, each heave causing him to flinch from the intensity, though he understood, as they were practically on death's doorstep seconds prior.

Nevertheless, Sehun grasped both of them by their collars, dragging them pitilessly across the floor and away from the bedroom.

"Sehun, it's us," one huffed out, coughing as the collar Sehun held dug into his esophagus.

This time, he froze. His eyes widened for a moment, hearing his name come out of their mouth. His mind went blank as this unnerving feeling crept up his spine, unsure of what to make of the situation.

He shook off his surprise, tossing the men onto the living room couch, allowing them a brief break to catch their breaths.

"Who's us?" Sehun asked, his voice laced with venom. He kept his arms at his side, his fingers itching to get rid of the scum before him already.

"Jongdae…" The other wheezed. "... And Baekhyun."

Sehun's eye twitched, his jaw clenched with broiling rage as he leant forward, grasping the masks and yanking them off their faces. Jongdae hissed, as Sehun had managed to snag some hair, while Baekhyun whined at having his neck jostled from the movement.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing here?" Sehun growled.

"We should be asking you—" Baekhyun insisted, voice raising until Sehun took control of his lungs again, silencing the boy. Jongdae shoved at Sehun's leg.

"Dude, stop that."

"Then stop yelling. And answer my questions." He released Baekhyun, crossing his arms over his chest to show his disarmament. "What are you doing in my girlfriend's apartment?"

Baekhyun stared up at Sehun in disbelief, his brows stitched together as he processed the words just spoken. Jongdae was in a similar state, his jaw hanging loosely at the news. Both were so visibly startled by the information that Sehun's resolve somewhat cracked, now as equally confused as them.

"This is your girlfriend's apartment?" Jongdae glanced around, as if looking for the person in question.

"Yes. So now follow up question. What are you doing breaking into just anyone's apartment?"

The two looked at one another, though Sehun wasn't having any of it. He didn't want them to try and make up some cover up in the moment. He raised his arms, about to use his powers again until Baekhyun spoke up.

"Okay, look, we were sent on a secret mission by Junmyeon."

Sehun grimaced at this, brows furrowed in confusion.

Secret mission from Junmyeon?

"Why would Junmyeon…" He trailed off, his thoughts too frenzied to make any sense of this. Why would Junmyeon break into someone's home? Why would he send the others to do that? Why (y/n)?

"This is our main suspect's apartment, Sehun." Jongdae whispered, as if seeing all of the uncertainty in his eyes. All of the hesitation that had him spiraling into this route of overthinking.

"I… I don't…" Sehun dropped his hands from where they hovered in the air, his eyes meeting the plush rug beneath him. "Why… What does (y/n)... have to do with any of this?"

"We really don't know." Baekhyun went to stand up, cautious at first, though upon seeing Sehun still silently contemplating to himself, he continued forth, carefully wrapping an arm around his younger. Sehun could feel Baekhyun's wariness with approaching him, as he nearly did kill him, though still appreciated the support given, allowing Baekhyun to gently pat his back. "We were just told to look for anything suspicious."

"Junmyeon received the traffic reports." Sehun turned his attention to the other of the two, rubbing his neck still from Sehun's assault. "She's left the city before every battle. It's been going on for months."

Sehun's thoughts came back to him. Memories of (y/n) being so defensive, so secretive, in everything she did. Only ever telling him bare minimum details, or just merely avoiding conversion entirely. But he never pushed. He didn't want to pressure her. He didn't want her to feel obligated to tell him anything she was uncomfortable with. He never pried.

He just waited. He waited for her to eventually open up to him. To eventually trust him enough to finally let him hear those thoughts which plagued her mind on a near daily basis. To share her burdens, help her carry that weight she seemed to always hold.

Maybe she never had any intention of doing any such thing. Maybe she had always meant to keep a distance between the two. To keep her private affairs from him, as if he were any different to them. As if only ever showing him one side of her, never the other.

That anxiety within him crept to the forefront of his mind, worries now poking at his head. Regrets, that he should've pushed some. He should've asked more questions. He should've been more curious. He shouldn't have accepted her pitiful excuses.

Though the one thought that remained. The one consistency he couldn't refute in his mind.

He didn't regret meeting her. He didn't regret getting close to her. He didn't regret baring his soul to her while she hid hers away.

He was so terribly in love with her. He knew he did this to himself. He's the one who chose blissful ignorance.

The space between them felt as if it were widening, her secrets prying her away from him, and no matter how desperately he seemed to grasp at her, she only grew further. Like everything he worked for, the time he spent patiently waiting for her barricades to crumble, was all for naught, as she simply rebuilt with an even stronger fortification. This barren space which left him feeling almost empty.

Jongdae gasped, eyes zeroed in on the hallway across from them. His fear drew the others' attention, causing them to all look in that general direction with equal shock.

Standing there was (y/n), eyes gazing at the bunch of boys staring back at her. Sehun was moments away from breaking off into nonsensical explanation, but caught himself beforehand, raising his hand and pressing his finger to his lips to keep the boys silent.

"She's sleepwalking." The dull glaze of her eyes, the uncharacteristic monotonous facade across her face, how completely unresponsive she was to the situation. Sehun was familiar with it. "She does this occasionally. It's fine. Just stay quiet."

As if her vision were based on movement, they all stood there like statues, watching as she slowly turned away from the fiasco and over to her coffee table—the only thing separating her from them.

She crouched on the ground, blindly reaching underneath before pulling out a leather bound notebook. The cover was worn and aged, as if having gone through years of use. The sight somewhat perplexed Sehun, as he had never seen such a thing before.

Reaching under again, she retrieved a pen. A simple ballpoint pen you'd find at any convenience store.

The boys remained where they were, Baekhyun and Jongdae afraid of alerting her of their presence while Sehun merely stood in utter confusion.

Then, she opened the book, slowly and meticulously flipping through each page. Baekhyun slapped his hand over his mouth to silence the gasp which came to him, Jongdae leaning forward on the couch to get a better look at the dark images scratched across every sheet. The moonlight which once seemed ethereal almost now casted this ominous glow across (y/n) and her notebook.

Her notebook filled with drawings of their battles.

Each page she flipped to was another graphic depiction of a battle. From the very start of their careers, as if forcing them on a harrowing walk through memory lane, a journey that none of the three wanted to go through, yet couldn't help but keep their eyes on the book.

The images were detailed, as if looking at monochrome stills of each fight. Each page was curved and warped, bearing the consequences of her relentless scribbling. Yet one consistency they couldn't help but acknowledge was the fact that each page seemed to become darker and darker, more ink splattered onto the pages as their battles grew in intensity.

She then got to the next blank page, and without a moment more to spare, began drawing. It was in an almost violent manner, the tip of the pen practically stabbing into the parchment beneath her. Every movement was jarring yet precise, able to create those vivid images they had witnessed just seconds prior. If there was any doubt before on who the artist of this suspiciously demented notebook was, she managed to clear it all away, confirming she was the hand which created them.

As time slowly passed, with only their breaths and the sounds of her pen scratching against the paper filling the air, Sehun felt his heart sink more and more into the pit of his stomach. He felt like a prisoner, cemented where he was, forced to watch as his beloved (y/n) created this horrific scene before his eyes. Something of nightmares. Nightmares which he fears may come true.

Finally, she stopped.

She dropped her pen unceremoniously onto the page before suddenly going limp, falling backwards towards the hard floor, that is until Sehun softened her fall, causing her to lay upon the rug beneath her, fast asleep and unharmed.

He rushed over to (y/n), gently gathering her body into his arms, cradling her against him as terror began to gnaw away at his sanity. His eyes were shaky as he watched Baekhyun tentatively grab the book, his expression matching Sehun's, and even Jongdae's, who still remained rooted on the couch.

"This isn't good." Baekhyun muttered, his brows curved in fear as he analyzed the page. He dropped it back onto the coffee table, though Sehun looked away. He didn't want to see it again. He didn't want to be reminded of it.

A landscape of corpses, dead and undead, littered across the entirety of the city. An entire mob of zombies, so densely packed against one another that the floor beneath was hidden from sight. And above this army of the dead, their commander in chief: Necromancer. Hovering overhead, barely distinguishable from his soldiers scattered below. His eyes were sunken, darkness enshrouding every feature of his face. His bones seemed to protrude from malnourishment, a sharpness to his facade akin to that of a skull. And he resided above all of the dead, leading them into bedlam.

"We need to take this to Junmyeon and–"

"No." Sehun interrupted Baekhyun, his voice weak and broken, yet still loud enough in the silence of the night to be heard by his two cohorts, who stared back at him bewildered. "Please."

"Sehun, you need to understand she's a danger to society." Jongdae leaned forward, grabbing the notebook and holding it out to him, though he recoiled from it, repulsed by its presence. "For all we know, she could be the one behind it all, the mastermind Junmyeon's been searching for."

Sehun remained quiet, attempting to blink away the tears in his vision, yet his efforts only seemed to accelerate their descent, the drops cascading down his face and collecting at his chin. He looked down at the sleeping body beneath him, her expression lax and peaceful, almost angelic. An ironic circumstance considering how sinister her art from before was.

"She's all I have." His voice was barely above a whisper, fighting against the lump in his throat which seized at his words. His hand rose to her face, thumb softly stroking her cheek. He knew they were right. He knew she was dangerous. He knew she couldn't be trusted. Yet once again, his heart seemed to work against his better judgement. Even with such incriminating evidence before him, he still seemed to refuse abandoning her, refused straying from her side. He pulled her closer to him, softly sniffling as that ridiculous heart of his gently beat for (y/n) alone. "Please. Don't take her from me."

Another silence settled over the group, Sehun merely clinging to (y/n) as if his life depended on it, Baekhyun and Jongdae off to the side deliberating on what to do.

"Alright." Baekhyun began. Sehun glanced over to his elder, watching as he softly closed the book. "We'll keep it secret for now."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Jongdae stood up with a sigh. "This break in wasn't fair. Junmyeon is getting out of hand. I also wouldn't have been able to find that had she not pulled it out."

"But Sehun," Baekhyun began, crouching down to eye level with the boy. "Find out the truth." He pointed to the sleeping body in Sehun's arms. "Talk to her. Prove us wrong." He stood up once more, watching as Jongdae closed the notebook, tucking it back under the coffee table. "I'm giving you until the end of the week. If you don't give us her alibi, I'm coming back and submitting her notebook as evidence." They began walking back towards the window, tugging their masks on once as they went. Baekhyun climbed out onto the fire escape first, though before Jongdae could follow, he glanced back at Sehun.

"You have all of my trust, Sehun. You're my brother, you know that? So prove our suspicions wrong." And with that, the two heroes disappeared into the night, leaving Sehun alone with who he once believed to be his soulmate, though now was as disconnected as they could ever be.

The cool breeze of the open window brushed against his face, as if his element were attempting to comfort him, though to no avail. He solemnly stared down at (y/n), tears still sliding down his face in a relentless barrage.

He had never felt so much space between them.

After carrying the two of them back to bed, Sehun couldn't sleep. He merely laid there, watching as the sun began to bleed into the atmosphere, seeping into the room through the windows, blanketing them in a gentle warmth which on any other day would have ensured Sehun slept in, yet hadn't affected him in the slightest now.

Watching (y/n) sleep was harrowing, as he hadn't known who he was holding.

Was he holding his other half? The girl who captured his heart and soul, ensnared his affections with her silly quirks and tenderness? The one who had taught him what living life truly meant? Who infused his being with this infectious joy that had brightened his world from its dreary former shell? That turbulent ocean which he seemed to get lost in whenever she graced him with her presence?

Or was he instead holding a villain. The one he had sworn to capture at all costs. The mass murderer who has killed so many without batting an eye, has tormented EXO until their minds ran only on trauma and paranoia, united all of their other villains to conspire against the city and wrought havoc upon the citizens.

It all seemed to weigh down upon him, this dread that clenched at his heart and churned the contents of his stomach. Left him wary, cautious of (y/n) and her intentions. Left him doubting the one he loved so dearly. It was a damning fate, to lose such trust for someone. His heart and mind were conflicted, as dissonant as he was with (y/n) presently.

Yet as she opened her eyes, her lashes softly fluttering up at him with this blithe grin to her, Sehun felt his internal clash quell, that tension which seemed imbibed in every fiber of his being dissolving away, becoming nothing more than mush in her arms as she pressed kisses to whatever skin she could reach. His collarbones, his neck, his jaw, his ears, his cheeks, his nose, before finally pressing a small peck to his lips.

"Good morning." She muttered into his shoulder, burrowing herself like she had the night before. Her voice seemed to relieve his anxieties, a cure to his late night maladies. It had felt like an eternity since he last heard her, last looked into her eyes. What a long, torturous night.

"Good morning." He responded, hugging her to him. She was so warm, so loving. Her touch was delicate, as if afraid she'd hurt him, holding him as if he were a precious doll. It felt nice to be so cared for, yet he couldn't help but laugh at how gentle she was being with him.

She pulled away from his chest, the drowsiness having faded away from her vision, and she could now get a good look at Sehun, as well as the dark bags beneath his tired eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong!" (y/n) sat up immediately, hovering over Sehun as her thumbs stroked the signs of exhaustion weighing down upon his face. "What happened? Did you not sleep well?"

He met her gaze sleepily, his mind fuzzy with the conflicting thoughts within his head. He wanted so desperately to ask her. Ask her about the book. About why she leaves before every battle. About why she won't talk to him. About her connection to all of this. He wanted to shake the answers out, grab her by the shoulders and demand she be honest with him for once.

But the way she held him, carding her fingers through his dark locks, instilling that exhaustion that had seemed to escape him the entire night back into his person, lulling him to sleep with her gentle concern—he couldn't find it in himself to come forward. He couldn't put his foot down. He couldn't deny his heart that affection it yearned for, the way she cradled him against her so tenderly. He couldn't help but to sink further in her embrace, to savor what he could, to thrive in the moment for as long as life would allow him to.

He had fallen asleep. A dreamless sleep which felt so quick, yet judging from (y/n)'s repositioning, her back now pressed against the wall with Sehun lying between her legs, his head resting on her stomach, he assumed he was out for a while. Yet she didn't mind, merely greeting him once more with this adoring giggle, leaning down to shower him in kisses once more.

He was so happy. She made him so happy. What kind of cruel fate is this? Why would life want to torture him every second of every day? Just as he had begun enjoying the world around him, no longer swamped by the darkness of his anxieties and the fears of his everyday. As if he were not allowed to be content.

The morning was slow and lazy, the two reluctantly dragging themselves out of bed, abandoning everything to retreat to her kitchen for food. As Sehun cooked, (y/n) sat off to the side, watching him with her head in her hands.

"How did you sleep?" He found himself asking, keeping his voice steady so as to not alarm her. She hummed in thought.

"I had another nightmare." (y/n) responded. He paused in his cooking, recalling the other times she's woken up in the morning with nightmares. He recalled every sleepwalking moment of hers, how she'd disappear from the room for a few minutes before coming back as casually as ever. And he never noticed anything awry. Yet now, everything felt so obvious. As if he's finally putting together the puzzle of her life that she's offered him. So many pieces were still missing though. "But I always feel much better whenever I wake up with you by my side!"

He smiled, that familiar bubbly warmth in his chest resurfacing as he peeked at her. She seemed happy, just sitting there on her own, twiddling her thumbs peacefully.

"You get nightmares a lot."

"More often than I'd like, yeah." She sighed.

He remained quiet, plating their food and presenting it to her. Their conversation seemed to end as they ate breakfast silently, that comfortable silence that always seemed to follow the two once more making itself known. Yet Sehun continued.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date this weekend? More specifically, tomorrow?"

She froze, though only momentarily as she returned to her natural state, chewing her food as she seemed to deliberate his words.

"I actually can't, I'm so sorry." She pouted after swallowing. "I have to babysit my nephew this weekend. I'm actually supposed to be leaving today."

"Oh, this is news to me." Sehun's eyes studied her as she snickered absentmindedly, what would seem to just be a natural response to the situation, though seemed to be one rooted in nervousness now with the context of everything known to him.

"Yeah, I can't believe I forgot to tell you, I'm sorry. My mind is elsewhere."

"When did you find out? That you were to babysit?"

"Just this morning." Her response came so quickly that it startled the both of them, Sehun blinking in surprise as she returned to her food.

"While I was sleeping?"

"Yeah." He paused for a moment, just observing (y/n) as she ate. His heart ached at the prospect of how easily it came to her to lie to him. Even as he's confronting her at that moment, she still found herself refusing to tell the truth.

"Your phone is still on its charging port, (y/n)."

Her face blanked at this, eyes slowly raising to meet his own, filled with pain and betrayal. At first, she seemed stoic, as if still attempting to process the situation, to salvage whatever remained of her cover, yet recognition soon passed over her expression. Realization that Sehun knows. He knows she's lying. He knows every word that comes out of her mouth can't be trusted.

They remained in that silent stare off, (y/n)'s mind racing with what was to come next while Sehun just sat and waited. Waited to see what lies she'll tell next. He was already mentally preparing his comeback, laying out the cards in his deck as she still deliberated on her next move. Yet instead, she caught Sehun by surprise.

"I'm not cheating on you."

A beat of silence passed, before Sehun snorted, laughter sputtering out of his mouth as he leant forward onto the table.

"Sehun, I'm serious!" She whined, leaning over and tapping his arm, attempting to recapture his attention, though failing as he continued to laugh in disbelief.

"Sweetheart, I know you're not cheating on me." He finally sighed out, wiping the tears that had spring in his eyes. "I'm sorry, you caught me by surprise with that."

"I didn't know where this was headed. I didn't want you to worry about that." She stared down at her plate, frown setting in place, refusing to meet Sehun's eyes across from her.

"(y/n), I am worried, but not about you cheating on me." His head tilted to the side, hoping he'd be able to catch her eye from where she evaded him, though failed as she curled into herself even moreso. "What's going on, love? What can't you tell me?"

She bit at her bottom lip, her fingers nervously tugging at a stray strand dangling from her shorts. Sehun could only see the top of her head from where she hid away from him, evading his disappointed gaze. Disappointed that once more, she's avoiding him. Keeping things from him.

As much as he was losing trust in her, it felt as if she hadn't any in him.

And it hurt.

"I'm sorry." Her voice penetrated the tense atmosphere. This soft, shattered voice, cracking with each syllable, as if she could barely let it out in the first place. Yet through her saddened display, Sehun could hear something in her. A subtle note that seemed to trigger this awareness in him.

Fear.

Soon, it began to make sense. The constant evading, the incessant lying, the relentless hiding. She wasn't evading him. She wasn't hiding from him. At this point, he was beginning to accept that she wasn't even lying to him. He wasn't the one she feared. He wasn't the one triggering this response in her.

She was running away from something else.

"It's okay, baby." He found himself responding to her, almost absentmindedly from how natural it seemed to come to him. This resolve in his heart that somehow trumped the worries revolving in his head.

He stood from his chair, the legs scraping against the floor beneath it, causing her to flinch in timidity until she felt his warm hand atop her knee. Peeking over from where she tucked herself away, she could see Sehun now crouched beside her, gazing up at her with this undeniably adoring stare.

And in the midst of all of this chaos broiling between the two, this strife which seemed as if its sole purpose was to divide them, she could see this shimmer in his eyes.

This sparkle, familiar, yet at the same time so bizarrely unexpected given the circumstances.

Trust.

His arms slid up her thighs, hands now resting comfortably upon her lower back, though his eyes remained steadily on hers. As if having pulled the wool from his own eyes, everything seemed so terribly obvious now.

That fear which left her paralyzed in the moment, her gaze flickering across Sehun's face, trying to detect any sense of falsehood residing in him, yet coming up empty. Their foundation was initially unstable, as he was filled with doubts and speculation, though now remained as sturdy as ever.

"I trust you." She blinked confusedly, expression morphing into one flustered beyond belief as Sehun began smiling up at her. "I trust that you can handle things on your own. Though when things get hard for you, I trust that you'll come to me? That you'll tell me whenever you're ready. Because I'll always be here for you." Tears began brimming in her eyes as he tugged her closer to him. "No matter what, you can rely on me."

Perhaps he was a fool. Perhaps he was just a gullible buffoon who had fallen victim to the clever ploy of a sinister villain. A dunce who went weak at the mere flutter of some eyelashes, the quirk of a demure grin, the gentle kiss of a girl who had Sehun all but wrapped around her finger. He had to have been, as he retrieved that duffle bag once more from its familiar location stuffed in her hallway closet.

Once more at battle with reason and his feelings, all he could do was walk (y/n) down to her car, hand in hand as they stood in the elevator. Her head rested on his shoulder, her thumb softly stroking his skin. It was quiet between them, as if neither of the two knew exactly what to say. Perhaps the silence was what they needed. This comfortable, reassuring silence.

Language has never been, nor ever will be, a proper medium in conveying true emotion. The words they spoke only ever scraped the surface of their inner psyche. A tragedy in and of itself, that the only channel of communication they're able to use is practically redundant. This means of sharing thoughts, sharing feelings, sharing your life with another can be so diluted. As if "I love you" could ever truly depict what one feels in their heart.

And so Sehun embraced this silence. Warm in its nature, forgiving to those who can never wield the weapon of language to its full extent. He didn't know what he could say to (y/n). With so many thoughts swirling in his mind, words seemed to just fizzle into a messily strewn together discombobulation of nonsense. Yet the silence seemed to convey exactly what they wanted to say to one another.

Her steady breaths, now calmed after the initial panic in her apartment. The tender hold she had on his arm as she waited for the elevator doors to chime upon arrival to their destination on the first floor. The weight on her bag, slung over his other shoulder, was light. A subtle reminder that she only packed the necessities for her brief journey.

A reminder that she'll come back to him.

The internal conflict waged on, even as he waved her off, leaving him once more abandoned in the midst of their parking lot. He watched as her vehicle faded into the horizon, his heart seeming to ache the more distant she grew.

She was innocent. He knew this. Deep inside, he knew. Yet that silent doubt still persisted in its futile efforts, poking at his resolve almost teasingly as he retreated back to his own apartment. He could do nothing about it, though. Just ignore it as best he could.

A looming presence hung behind him, as if this overwhelmingly penetrative state upon him, watching him as he begrudgingly unlocked his door. Within her apartment, behind that wooden barrier keeping him away, lay that forsaken notebook with its worn binding and aged pages. That final image, the most recent of its contents, haunted him in the back of his mind, plagued whatever inner peace he had within him, left him anxious and wary of what was to come.

He hoped it would be nothing. He hoped time would prove their speculations on (y/n) wrong. Yet he knew. He knew his pleas fell upon deaf ears. He knew the inevitable was coming.

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#dylan reads #dylan's recs #sehun x reader #oasis exo #i hate when that happens #i want to know what happens to them at their next battle now that she's gone 😭

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