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kai/sehun
pg, 820 words
prompt was this picture. subway date in london.
rochellephoon ♥kai/sehun
pg, 820 words
prompt was this picture. subway date in london.
Jongin crumples up the garbage from his lunch violently, grimacing as he balls the sandwich wrapper up between his hands. Across the table, Sehun looks up, straw between his lips. “What's with the dumb face?” he asks.
Jongin tosses the wrapper at Sehun's forehead. The flat irritation in Sehun's eyes as it bounces off his forehead is a nice soothing balm for Jongin's mood. “It's not dumb,” he tells Sehun.
With a shrug, Sehun raises his straw to his mouth again. “That's up for debate,” he says. When Jongin doesn't rise to the bait, just scowls, Sehun tips his head. “What's wrong?” he asks again, and Jongin would be lying if he said he wasn't gratified by the genuine concern that tempers Sehun's curiosity.
Jongin doesn't say anything, though, just shakes his head a little and shrugs. He's got his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles ache, but he can't help the way that his eyes dart towards the group of fans standing in a knot by the door. The cameras swing towards him and he hunches his shoulders.
“Oh,” Sehun says, following Jongin's gaze.
“I guess I was kind of hoping that like, there wouldn't be...so many here,” Jongin admits. He knows he shouldn't be so ungrateful, it wasn't like being followed by fans everywhere they went was a surprise. But seeing them everywhere with their giant cameras, watching them from a nearby table or from the window outside – it makes him feel claustrophobic. His chest gets tight and he can feel the tension pulling at his shoulders and neck.
Sehun shrugs, a bit nonplussed. “Comes with the territory,” he says.
Jongin reaches for his drink but doesn't take a sip, just listens to the way that the ice rattles against the sides of the cup. “Yeah,” he says after a second. “Yeah, I know.”
Silence stretches between them, and Jongin's shifts in his seat. He knows it doesn't make sense, and he can see Sehun trying to puzzle it out, but he doesn't know how to put it in words. Surprise surprise. He frowns at himself and Sehun doesn't say anything.
Their manager calls for everyone to start getting ready to go and Jongin stands in a rush, grateful for the excuse to move. From the next table, Kyungsoo smiles at him, glancing down pointedly at the garbage on the table. Grumbling, Jongin collects it and heads to throw it out.
When he turns around again, Sehun is right there, way closer than is probably necessary. Jongin holds up his drink between them, like some kind of feeble shield. “Watch where you're going,” he grumbles.
Sehun doesn't move. “Look at me,” he says. Jongin just bristles and tries to push Sehun away. “Jongin, c'mon. Please?”
Despite himself, Jongin's eyes dart up to meet Sehun's. “What?” he says, softening.
“Look,” Sehun says, and his tone is sincere, and Jongin has to fight off the urge to physically run, since Sehun seems to have decided that they're gonna get serious in the middle of a sandwich shop in London with fans watching them through the window. “I don't get it? But I know it's like, a hundred times worse for you.” At least, Jongin thinks. “So when it gets bad, just...tell me. Cause I'm right here.”
“You're right here,” Jongin echoes, and while Sehun's expression doesn't change, he can see a bit of pink creep into his cheeks. “You're right here. That is the cheesiest thing I've ever heard. Did you steal that from a drama?”
“I hate you,” Sehun tells him, turning to go. “I don't know why I – ”
Jongin catches his arm. “Thanks,” he says abruptly, and now it's his turn to fight off a flush. “You being around. It.” He's floundering. He gestures weakly with the drink in his hand. “It helps.”
Sehun nods. They trade crooked, bitten-off smiles and Jongin feels a little better. The noise in the shop rises as their managers count them off, making sure everyone is accounted for and ready to go. Sehun leans in, mouth at Jongin's ear. Despite himself, Jongin's heartbeat speeds up, just a little.
“You've got lettuce on your shirt,” Sehun says, and when he pulls away he's smirking. Dismayed, Jongin looks down at himself, setting Sehun up perfectly to flick him in the nose.
“Hey!” Jongin punches Sehun with his free hand, hard, and Sehun grins back at him.
They let Joonmyun herd them out of the shop, and when Jongin flinches at the click of a camera shutter, he feels the quick pressure of an elbow to his side. When he glances over, Sehun rolls his eyes conspiratorially. It's not much, but it pulls a quick smile to Jongin's lips, and somehow, his shoulders don't feel quite so tight.
Jongin tosses the wrapper at Sehun's forehead. The flat irritation in Sehun's eyes as it bounces off his forehead is a nice soothing balm for Jongin's mood. “It's not dumb,” he tells Sehun.
With a shrug, Sehun raises his straw to his mouth again. “That's up for debate,” he says. When Jongin doesn't rise to the bait, just scowls, Sehun tips his head. “What's wrong?” he asks again, and Jongin would be lying if he said he wasn't gratified by the genuine concern that tempers Sehun's curiosity.
Jongin doesn't say anything, though, just shakes his head a little and shrugs. He's got his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles ache, but he can't help the way that his eyes dart towards the group of fans standing in a knot by the door. The cameras swing towards him and he hunches his shoulders.
“Oh,” Sehun says, following Jongin's gaze.
“I guess I was kind of hoping that like, there wouldn't be...so many here,” Jongin admits. He knows he shouldn't be so ungrateful, it wasn't like being followed by fans everywhere they went was a surprise. But seeing them everywhere with their giant cameras, watching them from a nearby table or from the window outside – it makes him feel claustrophobic. His chest gets tight and he can feel the tension pulling at his shoulders and neck.
Sehun shrugs, a bit nonplussed. “Comes with the territory,” he says.
Jongin reaches for his drink but doesn't take a sip, just listens to the way that the ice rattles against the sides of the cup. “Yeah,” he says after a second. “Yeah, I know.”
Silence stretches between them, and Jongin's shifts in his seat. He knows it doesn't make sense, and he can see Sehun trying to puzzle it out, but he doesn't know how to put it in words. Surprise surprise. He frowns at himself and Sehun doesn't say anything.
Their manager calls for everyone to start getting ready to go and Jongin stands in a rush, grateful for the excuse to move. From the next table, Kyungsoo smiles at him, glancing down pointedly at the garbage on the table. Grumbling, Jongin collects it and heads to throw it out.
When he turns around again, Sehun is right there, way closer than is probably necessary. Jongin holds up his drink between them, like some kind of feeble shield. “Watch where you're going,” he grumbles.
Sehun doesn't move. “Look at me,” he says. Jongin just bristles and tries to push Sehun away. “Jongin, c'mon. Please?”
Despite himself, Jongin's eyes dart up to meet Sehun's. “What?” he says, softening.
“Look,” Sehun says, and his tone is sincere, and Jongin has to fight off the urge to physically run, since Sehun seems to have decided that they're gonna get serious in the middle of a sandwich shop in London with fans watching them through the window. “I don't get it? But I know it's like, a hundred times worse for you.” At least, Jongin thinks. “So when it gets bad, just...tell me. Cause I'm right here.”
“You're right here,” Jongin echoes, and while Sehun's expression doesn't change, he can see a bit of pink creep into his cheeks. “You're right here. That is the cheesiest thing I've ever heard. Did you steal that from a drama?”
“I hate you,” Sehun tells him, turning to go. “I don't know why I – ”
Jongin catches his arm. “Thanks,” he says abruptly, and now it's his turn to fight off a flush. “You being around. It.” He's floundering. He gestures weakly with the drink in his hand. “It helps.”
Sehun nods. They trade crooked, bitten-off smiles and Jongin feels a little better. The noise in the shop rises as their managers count them off, making sure everyone is accounted for and ready to go. Sehun leans in, mouth at Jongin's ear. Despite himself, Jongin's heartbeat speeds up, just a little.
“You've got lettuce on your shirt,” Sehun says, and when he pulls away he's smirking. Dismayed, Jongin looks down at himself, setting Sehun up perfectly to flick him in the nose.
“Hey!” Jongin punches Sehun with his free hand, hard, and Sehun grins back at him.
They let Joonmyun herd them out of the shop, and when Jongin flinches at the click of a camera shutter, he feels the quick pressure of an elbow to his side. When he glances over, Sehun rolls his eyes conspiratorially. It's not much, but it pulls a quick smile to Jongin's lips, and somehow, his shoulders don't feel quite so tight.