only the good die young

oh sehun, a nineteen-year-old guy that got lost somewhere between childhood and adulthood, with a heart as cold as ice that's beating for one person only

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the one with a heart as cold as the look in his eyes

Strands of light blond hair fall over his face in a somewhat messy way,  the colour of it having anyone tricked into thinking that he’s a kind and warm-hearted person. It’s new, though. The colour is. Not something he’d have picked for himself, though experience had learned him that he could not always get what he wanted.

He doesn’t care much, Sehun. Not about anything in particular, and especially not his appearance. The young guy can often be found with a pair of worn-out jeans and a simple shirt, with shoes that can hardly still be counted as such with the state they’re in. He has seen too much, knows too much, and makes sure to keep people at a safe distance. Physically, but most of all mentally. 

It’s hard to get through to him and even harder to gain his trust. Friendship is a word he does not even want to think about anymore, though that does not mean that he does not care about people at all. He’s only human; a young and lost young boy, that’s what he really is. Things have gotten better for him, but is it too late? 

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the one with a heart as cold as the look in his eyes

Strands of light blond hair fall over his face in a somewhat messy way,  the colour of it having anyone tricked into thinking that he’s a kind and warm-hearted person. It’s new, though. The colour is. Not something he’d have picked for himself, though experience had learned him that he could not always get what he wanted.

He doesn’t care much, Sehun. Not about anything in particular, and especially not his appearance. The young guy can often be found with a pair of worn-out jeans and a simple shirt, with shoes that can hardly still be counted as such with the state they’re in. He has seen too much, knows too much, and makes sure to keep people at a safe distance. Physically, but most of all mentally. 

It’s hard to get through to him and even harder to gain his trust. Friendship is a word he does not even want to think about anymore, though that does not mean that he does not care about people at all. He’s only human; a young and lost young boy, that’s what he really is. Things have gotten better for him, but is it too late? 

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the one with a heart as cold as the look in his eyes

Strands of light blond hair fall over his face in a somewhat messy way,  the colour of it having anyone tricked into thinking that he’s a kind and warm-hearted person. It’s new, though. The colour is. Not something he’d have picked for himself, though experience had learned him that he could not always get what he wanted.

He doesn’t care much, Sehun. Not about anything in particular, and especially not his appearance. The young guy can often be found with a pair of worn-out jeans and a simple shirt, with shoes that can hardly still be counted as such with the state they’re in. He has seen too much, knows too much, and makes sure to keep people at a safe distance. Physically, but most of all mentally. 

It’s hard to get through to him and even harder to gain his trust. Friendship is a word he does not even want to think about anymore, though that does not mean that he does not care about people at all. He’s only human; a young and lost young boy, that’s what he really is. Things have gotten better for him, but is it too late? 

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the one with a heart as cold as the look in his eyes

Strands of light blond hair fall over his face in a somewhat messy way,  the colour of it having anyone tricked into thinking that he’s a kind and warm-hearted person. It’s new, though. The colour is. Not something he’d have picked for himself, though experience had learned him that he could not always get what he wanted.

He doesn’t care much, Sehun. Not about anything in particular, and especially not his appearance. The young guy can often be found with a pair of worn-out jeans and a simple shirt, with shoes that can hardly still be counted as such with the state they’re in. He has seen too much, knows too much, and makes sure to keep people at a safe distance. Physically, but most of all mentally. 

It’s hard to get through to him and even harder to gain his trust. Friendship is a word he does not even want to think about anymore, though that does not mean that he does not care about people at all. He’s only human; a young and lost young boy, that’s what he really is. Things have gotten better for him, but is it too late? 

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the one with a heart as cold as the look in his eyes

Strands of light blond hair fall over his face in a somewhat messy way,  the colour of it having anyone tricked into thinking that he’s a kind and warm-hearted person. It’s new, though. The colour is. Not something he’d have picked for himself, though experience had learned him that he could not always get what he wanted.

He doesn’t care much, Sehun. Not about anything in particular, and especially not his appearance. The young guy can often be found with a pair of worn-out jeans and a simple shirt, with shoes that can hardly still be counted as such with the state they’re in. He has seen too much, knows too much, and makes sure to keep people at a safe distance. Physically, but most of all mentally. 

It’s hard to get through to him and even harder to gain his trust. Friendship is a word he does not even want to think about anymore, though that does not mean that he does not care about people at all. He’s only human; a young and lost young boy, that’s what he really is. Things have gotten better for him, but is it too late? 

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the one with a heart as cold as the look in his eyes

Strands of light blond hair fall over his face in a somewhat messy way,  the colour of it having anyone tricked into thinking that he’s a kind and warm-hearted person. It’s new, though. The colour is. Not something he’d have picked for himself, though experience had learned him that he could not always get what he wanted.

He doesn’t care much, Sehun. Not about anything in particular, and especially not his appearance. The young guy can often be found with a pair of worn-out jeans and a simple shirt, with shoes that can hardly still be counted as such with the state they’re in. He has seen too much, knows too much, and makes sure to keep people at a safe distance. Physically, but most of all mentally. 

It’s hard to get through to him and even harder to gain his trust. Friendship is a word he does not even want to think about anymore, though that does not mean that he does not care about people at all. He’s only human; a young and lost young boy, that’s what he really is. Things have gotten better for him, but is it too late? 

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the one with a heart as cold as the look in his eyes

Strands of light blond hair fall over his face in a somewhat messy way,  the colour of it having anyone tricked into thinking that he’s a kind and warm-hearted person. It’s new, though. The colour is. Not something he’d have picked for himself, though experience had learned him that he could not always get what he wanted.

He doesn’t care much, Sehun. Not about anything in particular, and especially not his appearance. The young guy can often be found with a pair of worn-out jeans and a simple shirt, with shoes that can hardly still be counted as such with the state they’re in. He has seen too much, knows too much, and makes sure to keep people at a safe distance. Physically, but most of all mentally. 

It’s hard to get through to him and even harder to gain his trust. Friendship is a word he does not even want to think about anymore, though that does not mean that he does not care about people at all. He’s only human; a young and lost young boy, that’s what he really is. Things have gotten better for him, but is it too late? 

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I am going to do replies tomorrow because I'm pretty much brain dead rn.

DI ES.

Okay goodnight byebyebye gonna make this account real active again tomorrow or saturday tbh.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

When was the last time he had a cup of coffee?

Glancing up at the sky, Kyungsoo allows himself to think about other, just barely related topics. He’d been thinking about ice, honestly, and that maybe he should offer to buy a bag or something of it for the stranger, but then his mind began to wander towards iced coffee (an abomination he never wants to try), which led him to the topic of regular, untainted coffee. It’s been a while since he had his last fix, perhaps an hour or so, if he remembers correctly, so he’s going to need another round of seven cups if he wants to stay awake for a few more hours. Yeah, he’ll need coffee soon.

As the stranger speaks up again, the boy blinks out of his daze and focuses on the situation at hand, having almost forgotten that he’d just punched someone in the face (and ribs and chin). “Huh?” comes Kyungsoo’s reply, but after a second, he realises that the the taller male mentioned something about ice, which prompts him to ask if he wants any ice. But when he’s met with silence and a less than friendly stare, the boy simply looks back at him, then turns his head this way and that to check if the guy in front of him is staring at something else. Weird, he thinks. Why is he just staring? Despite the general noise of city life around them, the silence in their bubble of conversation is enough to irk the boy, his lips curving into a small frown before his hands find their way into jacket pockets.

"Do you need something?" Kyungsoo finally asks, figuring that if this guy isn’t gonna break the silence, then he should do it himself. After all that spunk and attempt to throw a punch back at him, the silence that the stranger gives now is just.. weird. "I’ll get you ice, if that’s what you want. Or uh.. taxi fare to the hospital? I can set your nose back, if that’s what you want." 

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'….what?'

Sehun had taken his sweet time in studying the others face, trying to figure out whether or not he had seen this guy before, but the answer had been definite since the beginning: it was a complete stranger to him. Which was quite strange, honestly, seeing the kind of skills the other possessed. Unless he had spent his life in the streets, it seemed impossible to the younger that he had earned such experience. Then again; if he had grown up in the streets, his existence would not have been quite as new to Sehun. What puzzled him mostly at the moment, though, were the words that had just passed the guy's lips. I can set your nose back; what the hell was that supposed to mean? However, It was not only that what confused him. Why would he {why would anyone} want to beat someone up, only to try and fix things right after? He was not falling for that.

A suspicious look was cast into his direction, hands clenching into fists again as if he was about to attack at any given moment. He had been caught off guard before, but it was not going to happen again. Sehun was distrustful to say the least, but it had proven to be more than necessary quite often in his life. 'What do you mean, set my nose back?' he asked, narrowing his eyes a bit. 'Don't touch me.'

No matter how cautious he might be, that did not take away his curiosity. He eyed the other from head to toe once more, frowning as he thought the words over again. 'Are you out of your mind? Why would you even do such a thing?' As he spoke, it became clear that speaking was not something his body was very comfortable with at the moment, neither was the bleeding of his nose an extra convenience. Sehun cursed under his breath as he noticed the blood that had stained his clothes by wiping it away, though he could not resist to press the fabric against his nose another time. 'Who the hell are you anyway?' 

[kyungsoo-denuo]

Today just isn’t a very good day. In fact, the past couple of days have been downright shitty, and Kyungsoo would much prefer being shot in the face a hundred times than have to have gone through the last two days. So when he brings his fist back to his side and realises that some of the stranger’s blood has gotten onto his knuckles, it’s just one more thing to make the day worse.

The way he sees things, the situation can turn out one of two ways: he can either walk away and ignore the clearly irate male, or he can stick around and throw in another punch or two. Either way, Kyungsoo can already tell that the taller man, who looks pretty dumb with blood dripping down his mouth, is going to react in kind, so he has to make up his mind soon. Before he can weigh the pros and cons of each scenario, however, his body is reacting faster than he can think—a result of years and centuries of survival—and he easily blocks the stranger’s punch with his left forearm, his right elbow jamming the other male’s ribs before reaching upward to slam against his chin. And before the guy can do anything else, the boy goes ahead and gives a subtle side kick to his gut, just to set some distance between them before he takes a step back.

Now, Kyungsoo could probably apologise for doing more damage than he really needed to, but the guy did try to hit him. Relaxing from his defensive stance, another force of habit, he raises a hand to scratch at his jaw and blinks once before speaking up, wondering how to keep the guy from attacking him again (because he might end up breaking something other than his nose). “You should.. ice that.”

(He tried.)

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Far from strong, the guy had seemed, far from skilled even; he was small and not too muscled, which caused Sehun to underestimate him quite severely. Being as unfocused as he had been, the first hit was not that much of a surprise and neither was the fact the the other had been able to block his movements. The younger had merely wanted to stand his ground and teach the male a lesson, thought that did not quite end as smoothly as he had wished it too. 

He was caught completely off guard as a sharp pain shot through his body, not once, not twice, but three consecutive times. For a moment, Sehun found himself to be unable to get a good grip on his own body, doubling over and coughing out loudly as he gasped for air. Getting into fights was nothing new to him, however, this person did not even give him the chance to fight back. He was not only stronger {as well as faster} than he had imagined; he was stronger than basically anyone Sehun had gotten into trouble with before. Naturally, when the last hit had fallen, the tall guy was suddenly very conscious about his environment. His chest was hurting and so was his nose. Nothing that would permanently keep him from fighting back, but it might be better to focus on defending himself instead. Ironically, the moment he decided what to do about the situation was as well the moment the stranger had seemed to drop the fight.

Sehun considered to try and throw another punch at him. Oh, he did. He'd love to. However; he had made a promise to Luhan, one that had already partly been broken. There was no way in which he could so easily cover up all of the damage that had been done to his body, not within the time span of an hour. He wanted nothing more than to continue to fight and to prove himself, but what he wanted even more than that was to regain the trust of his boyfriend completely. With a bit of difficulty, he straightened his back again, the other's voice ringing in his head as he made sure to swallow his own pained noises. 

No fight. He'd control himself. He had to. 'It doesn't need ice,' he spoke between gritted teeth, pulling the sleeve of his shirt over his hand and dabbing at the bloody places on his face. His eyes had caught sight of those of the other, but instead of continuing to speak, he just silently stared at him, the look in his eyes cold and distant. Who the hell was this guy, and why had he never seen him here before? 

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With New Clothes Comes New Hair {Luhan&Sehun}

[exlvhxm]

Lu Han keeps his sweet, delicate smile on his face, even as the younger protests and keeps his hand defensively, continuously saying no.

An hour later, Lu Han is rinsing off the dye from Sehun’s hair, a bright smile on his face.

Lu Han’s not going to lie that it was harder then he thought. First of all, convincing for Sehun to actually do it consisted of him baragining several things and promising all kinds of small deeds. Then, when Lu Han managed to get the idea through, it was bleaching and applying the product on the younger’s hair combined with his whining that made everything so much harder. Sehun kept saying how bored he was, and how it burned, and how it was going to bring down his whole scalp, and how bad of an idea it was, and when it got too much, Lu Han would kiss him, hard, and straddle his lap until he quieted the younger with a piercing glare.

"Oh my god."

Lu Han had blown dried and combed Sehun’s hair, too impatient to let it dry by itself and see how it looked, and wow. Wow. Woah.

Lu Han blinked several times as he looked down at the younger, and he thinks his heart melts a little bit the long he stares. Wow.

"You look…amazing. Wow….You’re really handsome," the words come out breahtlessly, a small blush staining the elder’s cheeks, because he just can’t believe it. He’s acting like a teenage high school girl, and he’s not all that ashamed.

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He should have known from the start that protesting was not going to get him anywhere. Luhan was his weakness; and he knew. The guy knew, Sehun was sure of that. He knew and he was using his power against him to get whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was blond hair. On him. Right there and at that moment. 

And so it happened that only half an hour later the dye was in his hair, burning away the skin on his scalp. For a moment, Sehun actually thought that this was Luhan's revenge for all that had happened before. A slow death, slowly burning away all of his skin until he was left nothing but a skeleton. Bit overdramatic, perhaps, but God did it hurt. 'Do you even have any idea of what you're doing?! That stuff is fucking getting off all of my skin and hair!' he groaned between gritted teeth, clenching his hands into fists against his sides. There was no denying the horrible pain he was going through. Sehun was used to quite a lot of pain, but he had never expected some stupid dye or bleach to have the same effect as acid. 

Half an hour later and the dye was gone again, though Sehun was sure it must have left marks all over the top of his head. 'Never again,' he grumbled, shaking his head as he leaned away from Luhan a bit. 'Wait-- what are you going to do now?!' There was a slight amount of panic in his voice as he eyed the elder, who was doing nothing wrong at that time at all, merely getting ready to blow-dry his hair. What now, he wanted to style it, too?!

'We're done already!' The words came out a bit desperate and Sehun just wanted to get away from the stupid bathroom and get some dinner, but no, Luhan wanted to have things his way, so his way things would go. Of course. He let the guy do as he pleased, an expression of displeasure crossing his face as the warm air rushed through his hair. 'It's going to look ridiculous, just so you know,' he still dared to mutter in protest, sitting up straight again the moment Luhan was suddenly praising him.

'No, it doesn't, it does not look amazing or handsome!' Without even taking a look at himself, Sehun raised to his feet again, quickly making way towards the exit of the bathroom and purposely avoiding any kind of mirror. 'What are we going to eat today?' 

[exsaintshixun]

He’s told the guy three times already to shut up, even threatening to break his nose if he doesn’t stop being an annoying shit, but the stranger just doesn’t seem to have any ability to listen right now. So when those last two words leave the other male’s lips, Kyungsoo loses whatever little patience he had left and grabs the guy’s shirt collar before throwing a fist into his face. Years of survival have taught him how to break a nose without shoving bone shards into the brain, so it’s only after a satisfying crack does Kyungsoo lets go of the stranger’s shirt.

"Now, will you shut the fuck up?"

The moment the stranger's fist had collided with his nose is when Sehun's words got cut off, a pained noise falling from his lips. He's quick to raise his hands and cover half of his face with them, making a face in distaste when a warm liquid runs down his lips and a coppery taste spreads inside of his mouth. Certainly not something he wasn't familiar with, but neither was it something he would ever grow to like. 

He'd been in a hurry, today; had wanted to quickly grab a drink before heading back home. Luhan knew he was on his way there, so it'd be suspicious if he came back later than expected. This guy had simply not wanted to listen when when he had been told to get out of the way; he was blocking his path. Sehun had been quite proud of himself that he had not used any kind of violence to get what he wanted, but little did he know that the other wasn't afraid to use any of that, either. However, Sehun was not one to surrender himself so easily and the male's actions had not only hurt him, they had made his temper snap as well. 

'Will you get the fuck out of the way!?' he hissed in return, for a moment ignoring the pain and clenching the blood-covered hand into a fist as he lashed it at the other's face in a matter of only seconds. He'd deal with his own pain later.

[exsaintshixun]

With New Clothes Comes New Hair {Luhan&Sehun}

[exlvhxm]

Brown powder covers the white marble sink in excess, layers upon layers being watered off by the tap water. Bottles of concealer, and all other kinds of make up covers the whole bathroom, some spilling their contents carelessly, while others simply remain unused and untouched, having been thrown out from the bag they were usually kept with hateful hands.

Lu Han cries in the bathroom tub as makeup runs down the sides of his face, mascara building under his eyes, and his lipstick smudged in the edges. It does not look pretty, but when has he ever been pretty? Certainly not now.

An hour later, and the tub is absent of him, and the make up all pushed to one side. His face is bare of any chemical or color, sadness coloring the mirror that looks over at him, and he can’t stand how ugly he is.

Three hours ago, Sehun had left for lessons. Two hours in waiting, Lu Han had lost it and went on a frenzied rage to ‘fix’ himself. He hadn’t pulled it off, and now he was angry and sad, mostly sad, but also, angry.

There were all kind of color dyes laying before him, and he could do it, he could dye his hair, change his appearance, make it look less flat and annoying and ugly, but he wasn’t. He knew, he knew blonde wouldn’t look good on him. He can’t pull it off, and he will never pull it off.

Sehun would look handsome in it.

It’s that single thought that has him laying in bed, curled up as he watches TV, the dye sitting over the bedside table. He has sent over 40 messages to Sehun, all urging the younger to come back soon, to be here, to take care of him, but in the kind of words that will not make him rush. He knows he cannot be selfish and ask for that, knows Sehun shouldn’t be running from lessons just because he’s being a baby.

So instead, he waits. And he waits. And when he finally hears his voice, he perks up, Brownie lifting from his spot on the bed too and mewling out. Sehun walked in and soon, Lu Han was wrapped in his arms, his own going around the younger and clinging to him, hard.

"I’ve missed you so much, so much. I’m okay. How was your day?" Oh god, he’s going to cry. "Nothing bad." The tears are going to come, but instead, he buries his face in the other’s neck, smells the lotion he had managed to spray on his shirt and hums in delight. "I did get an idea, though."

He pulls away and kisses at Sehun’s cheeks.

"I’ve thought about it all the time you were gone. I was going to do it on myself — but, who better than you? Blonde hair will look really good on you!"

[exsaintshixun]

Whether it was positive or not, it was a good feeling to have Luhan holding onto him so eagerly. Even if the guy had had a bad day, Sehun would definitely do anything to make it better again. He soothingly rubbed the guys back, nuzzling his cheek with his own nose and pressing a soft kiss to the skin soon after, a smile curling around his lips. 

'Hey, silly. I missed you a lot, too. Can't believe people actually go to school for nearly twenty years-- how do you manage to get through that?' The question was followed by a light chuckle. Of course, they'd both been through worse than most students would have ever have to go through, but Sehun did not want to sound too serious or bothered. He wanted to make Luhan happy, so he'd just do his best in each and every class and keep a smile on his face in the process. 'How are you yourself?' the younger asked right after, not noticing how close Luhan was to crying. Not when his face was buried into his shirt so deep, not when he suddenly sounded so enthusiastic. 

An idea? 'Really?' A gentle smile remained on his lips, though it took only a few more words for it to disappear. 

Oh no; anything but that.

'Ha. Nice joke,' Sehun said, feigning a mocking grin around his lips. The expression on Luhan's face told him otherwise, though. Told him that the elder was dead serious when it came to this. The taller quickly took a step backwards, holding out his hand in front of him and waving them dismissively. 'No, no, no. I enjoy my dark hair a lot. No blond. Stay away with the blond. It will look best on you, trust me. No blond hair for me. No. No. No.'