Send me a ‘★d’ and I’ll write write a drabble about our characters …6: getting in an accident
Maybe he’s taken a bigger bite than he can chew, Sehun thinks as his hands are quivering against the handles of his bicycle, causing the entire frame to shake in his nervousness.
“You know, you don’t have to-”
“I can do it,” Sehun interrupts, sounding almost childishly petulant as he steels his own nerves, pedaling down the street with Sana tucked away on the seat behind him, arms circled around his waist. It’s not that he didn’t know how to ride a bike, and hopefully that’s not what her impression of him was. It was the delicate arms around him that’s causing the nervousness.
They’ve been working on his paranoia; the way he was no longer able to withstand the touch of another without wincing slightly or worse, completely pulling away. Sehun is mentally afraid of what each touch may bring, and the consequences that he may not be able to bear. The fact that Sana is a pretty well-known idol adding onto the burden on his shoulders.
But diamonds are forged under pressure (that’s also what he tells himself when he starts a research paper the night before the deadline) and Sehun believes that this additional pressure will allow him to have a new break through in the progress of his self-induced rehabilitation to the human touch.
They had been at this for a little less than an hour, and he thinks he’s getting the hang of it, and now that his hands are no longer gripping tensely to the handles, Sehun can feel the slight burn from the forming blisters. What he had not counted on however, was the moment his attention was shifted, he lost complete control of the bike when he had rode over a decent sized rock, causing the two to fall off into a tangle of limbs and a heap of metal above them.
“Shit- Sana??” He shoved the bike off them, his heart racing at miles an hour as he quickly checked on his companion, eyes urgently scanning the other’s ivory skin for any scrapes or bruises. “I’m sorry- damn it, I should have- I wasn’t-” Words fell from his lips in an incoherent stutter, and Sehun soon found himself with his own hand fisting at his hair, tugging it in a way that would hurt.
“Fuck,” Sehun laughed bitterly. “I just can’t do anything right, can I?”