Happy Birthday Author-nim!
Name; untitled (although I had the file saved at ‘for author-nim’)
pairing; Sekai (I’m sorry but I just couldn’t do xiuhan)
words; 759 (I wanted to make it longer but I have 40 hour famine on tonight for technology and I wanted to get it done before then :c)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY iamashamedofmyfanfics I HOPE YOUR 18TH IS WONDERFUL AND SWELL AND BEAUTIFUL LIKE YOU
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Sehun huffed as he shoved the spare key into Jongin’s apartment, not even bothering to knock first. It was 9.00am on a Saturday morning, absolutely no chance of Jongin being awake. Toeing off his shoes at the door, he made his way to Jongin’s bedroom, a bouquet of flowers and bubble tea clutched tightly in his hands. Sehun didn’t actually know what kind of flowers were in it; he’d just picked out the biggest, least cheesy and vibrant looking one out of the bunch and paid for them, grumbling silently about how expensive flowers were. But today was a special day. He could forgive the florist today.
Cautiously, he opened the door of the main bedroom and his eyes fell upon a tuft of brown hair, poking out from beneath a mountain of blankets. Sehun placed the flowers and the bubble tea by the bedside table and gently shook the mountain.
An unintelligible grumble.
Another grumble. Sighing and wondering why he decided this would ever be a good idea, he threw the covers off Jongin, only to shield his eyes immediately.
“JONGIN JEEZ WEAR SOME PANTS.”
“THEN TURN THE HEATER DOWN.”
Jongin threw an arm around a protesting Sehun’s neck and pulled him so that Jongin had his limbs wrapped around Sehun.
“JONGIN NO GET OFF ME GET-AWUOBNFJSM” Jongin threw the covers back on them both and mumbled a sleepy ‘sleeeeeeep’ and within three minutes, he was asleep again. Which left Sehun to lay there, trying not to feel disgusted at the fact that Jongin’s dick is touching my fucking jeans this is the exact opposite reason why I started dating another asexual so I wouldn’t have to burn my favourite pair of jeans because of A MOTHERFUCKING DICK.
He tried to reach over to the bedside table for bubble tea, but gave up because Jongin’s hold was worse than a paedophile on child porn. So instead he decided he could use a nap for all the horrors he had to suffer with a naked Jongin.
So Sehun’s ideal date may not have gone to plan.
It was great in his head, he swears. He was actually going to wake Jongin up at a reasonable hour, Jongin would still have his pants on, they would go to that nice waffle brunch place recommended to him by Chanyeol, watch that cool action movie than came out the other day and then take a walk in the park to observe the forecasted first snow of the year. It would have been cool. A little cheesy, admittedly, but cool.
Instead they were sat knee to knee in a run-down sandwich shop on the corner of the street where the waffle brunch place was. Because the waffle brunch place, turns out, was under construction. Thanks a lot Chanyeol.
“I’m sorry.” Sehun mumbled, taking in a large mouthful of food and staring at a grease stain on the table.
“It’s okay, it’s the thought that counts.” Jongin said, taking a sip from his lukewarm bubble tea.
“But, but I still have other things planned! Just give me the chance I can still save this.” Sehun replied determinately, and Jongin laughed at that, nodding.
Okay, it was official, the world hated him.
“It wasn’t that bad of a movie.” Jongin reasoned as they walked along the sidewalk together.
“But it wasn’t the super cool action movie I wanted us to watch! It was some stupid romance instead.” Sehun pouted, kicking at the loose asphalt.
“Why did you decide to so this today anyway?”
“I just wanted a day of being cheesy and cute.” He said to the asphalt.
From the corner of his eye, he swore Jongin was smiling at him.
It was seven in the evening and the sun had gone down and Sehun and Jongin were wondering around the local supermarket. Because the weatherman also hates Sehun and had apparently lied about the first snow of the year being today.
“Sehun what are you doing?”
Sehun just grabbed a jumbo pack of bubbles and twenty chocolate bars, heading to the cash register.
They were sat in Jongin’s living room, wearing flower crowns made from the bouquet Sehun had bought in the morning, surrounded by four pizza boxes and candy wrappers, watching Twilight on television and blowing bubbles at the screen for every stupid moment. Which meant almost non-stop.
Sehun paused his bubble blowing at Edward Cullen’s face to turn to Jongin.
“Today was totally a cheesy and cute day.”
