A little Christmas drabble for @blckvpr with an inspired scene from this – Merry Christmas, loser.
Christmas Eve. The city is more in a ruckus than ever, late Christmas shoppers bustling around at every corner. Instead of snow, the world is gray beyond the window, the rain pelting against the warm glass. (The rain is a bit of welcome though, considering he had used it as an excuse to stay over into the twenty-fourth.)
Less than an hour left, and he’s never felt less in the holiday spirit.
His fingers push through Sehun’s hair, having taken a patterned rhythm to it. His back was against the head of the bed, – slightly uncomfortable, if he were to admit truth – but the slumbering person on his lap seemed much too comfortable, so he refused to budge an inch. They had been in this position for at least an hour or so, although the elder had fallen asleep now, even snoring a bit. The number of times he wanted to cross the line and take blackmail photos of his cute dearest hyung asleep was quite ridiculous.
It was also ridiculous how much he wanted to pull the other into his arms like the tide, welcoming a crash of waves. All the light in his eyes that he adored so much had left, lost in the depths of black waters of an ocean unknown to him. But as much as he looked, there was no sand to pick away from his skin, no sun-kissed burn to alleviate. The damage of the waters were inside of him, swelling up to the brim – and he was waiting for him to finally pour out.
“Hm?” His response is immediate, gaze returning to the elder instead of the rain pellets on the window. He’s quick to use all four fingers to graze around his hair again, the tips of them pressing on his skull gently, attempting to soothe him through touch. His efforts seem futile though, written in the way there’s some sort of irk in between his brows, wrinkles forming. He doesn’t speak again, but Mikoto reads him, in between the lines. “…Bad dream?” He speaks softer while the other adjusts, watching him come closer and only welcoming it. Sehun nods, although barely, head now buried against the material of his shirt. He embraces the elder like a quotation mark filling a blank page, but he still moves with an audible whine, unable to return back to sleep.
The buzz of his phone disturbs the moment, and a long arm reaches for it, finding it under a pillow. Sehun still whines against his chest, at least until he clanks down his own head against the other’s skull.
“It’s almost Christmas…” He pulls up the bright screen to show him, with numbers that display a 11:54PM and the date December 24, 2015 sprawled across. Sehun doesn’t look impressed, still rubbing at the spot on his head while giving him that look. “… I’m sorry – did it hurt a lot? … I just wanted to get your attention I –” That signature Oh Sehun pout graces the other’s face, and immediately, he feels like a dog who’s upset its owner. “I’m sorry… I’ll make it up to you?”
He finally watches the other’s eyes pique with interest. “A gift? A Christmas gift?”
“A part of it, yeah.” A shrug rolls off his shoulders, as if he was embarrassed by his own gift (which he definitely was). His arms had reached beneath the counter where he’d hidden the red gift bag, smiling as he brought it toward Sehun. “For when you’re hungry.” A smile sprawled across his face as he read the words written in black. “Don’t open it now –”
“But I’m hungry now.” He watched in horror as naughty hands began to tear open the two sides of the gift bag. And in turn, his hands decided to misbehave as well.
“It’s not Christmas yet – !” An arm wound up around the other’s frame, tugging him close enough to engage in the attack. When he had dropped the grip on the bag, his fingers immediately began to attack ferociously at the sides of Sehun, watching him embark in laughter. A few cries of stop, stop, stop – yet he skillfully avoided his kicks, just continuing to tickle the hell out of him, sudden filled with a different kind of Christmas joy at the sound of his laugh. He felt warm too, and it wasn’t just from Sehun beginning to return his attacks. “Wait, wait, wait… Fnnfnn!”
Basically, a six minute brawl of toss and turn on the bed, with pillows having joined in as weapons somewhere within that time. The battle only ceased when Mikoto himself waved his hands up in the air in defeat, admitting to “Oh Sehun, the great hyung, you have won this tickle fight!” And now the two had dropped back onto the bed, ten times tired than before. In the distance, (on the floor, where it had ended in mid-battle), his phone buzzed, letting him know of the second alarm he had set for Christmas.
With a lack of breath, he turned to the other for a moment, seeing his exhausted expression. It made him warm, and happy – because at this moment, he couldn’t think of any other better way to spend the holidays.
“Merry Christmas, Sehunah.”
#1: For When You’re Hungry:
Sprite: I think you’re soda amazing (okay, a whole lot amazing).
Clementines: Orange you glad we’re friends?
Gummy bears: Life would be unbearable without you.
5 Gum: I wouldn’t chew-s anyone but you, hyung!
Melons: You’re one in a melon.
Mint chocolates: You and I were mint to be brothers, hyung.
Swedish Fish: You of-fish-cially are the coolest being alive!
Strawberry Doughnut: You donut how much you mean to me.
Olives: Olive you so much! (I know you probably don’t like olives.)
One coupon for an Udon dinner: Because udon know how much I adore you.
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