Rookie
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: You / Sehun
Rating: 18+ (Explicit sex, violence)
Word Count: 5,179
Summary: Sehun is the youngest cop on the force. By night though, he’s someone else entirely. When both his worlds threaten to overlap, what will he do to keep the woman he loves safe? [HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @igot7bangtanbaes ! ] + Superhero!AU
“Unit 546 to Lower Washington and Peach Street. Repeat, Unit 546 to Lower Washington and Peach Street. A suspect is fleeing the scene on a motorized vehicle, heading north on Washington with two units on his tail.”
Sehun pushes up the brim of his hat, peering down at his radio. The sound is full of static, crackling every other word but Sehun supposes this is to be expected, being the youngest police officer on the force. He always gets last pick of lockers, last pick of bunk beds and last pick in any and all forms of equipment. Which explains why his uniform doesn’t quite fit, why his radio is a piece of crap and why the car he’s driving has several, suspicious-looking stains in the backseat.
Honestly, Sehun doesn’t mind. Ever since he was little, he’s wanted to be a cop. He’s wanted to be part of this fight, this ever-ending battle between good and evil. If this is what he needs to do to get there – so be it. Unit 546 isn’t Sehun, which is why he hasn’t responded. Sehun is unit number 333, rarely paged other than as a last resort.
Sehun fiddles with his seatbelt, staring aimlessly up at the side of a parking garage. He knows his skills, knows how capable he is – he also knows it’s completely impossible right now, to reveal who he is. The other officers fear – some even despise – the Shadow Angel, meaning no one can know how Sehun and he are connected. Glancing in the rearview mirror, Sehun sighs. He didn’t mean for things to happen like this, didn’t intend for things to get out of hand – but when he started working and realized just how long it would be before he actually got to help, Sehun decided to do things on his own.
“Unit 333. Repeat, Unit 333 – do you copy?”
Sehun jerks, nearly dropping his walkie-talkie in his attempt to answer. “Yes,” he blurts, nearly hitting himself in the forehead. “Unit 333, I copy.”
There’s crackling from the other end as Sehun waits – and then a voice blurts, “They’ve made a detour. Heading your way. Go to the intersection of Oakbrook and Pine, ASAP.”
Sehun nods, barely remembering to confirm out loud before throwing his car in reverse. His heart hammers in his chest, loud while Sehun speeds onto the street. A horn blares on his right, pissed at being cut off but Sehun is already gone. He grins, grip tight on his steering wheel. This is what Sehun loves; this is what he’s good at.
The streets flick past, each light turning green, since Sehun has his Bluetooth on. The tires skid beneath him, turning onto Pine Street and Sehun winces in response, but continues. Other parties talk on the radio, shouting instructions and guidance to anyone who can listen.
Sehun’s foot slams down on the gas, pushing him into a sharp turn – cutting off the intersection entirely. The black Mercedes sees him entering and swerves, nearly running over a fire hydrant as they ride up onto the curb. Their car tilts, hovering for a second before crashing back down. Sehun grins, shutting off his engine while the sounds of sirens wail in the distance.
The Mercedes is stopped, engine still thrumming as its driver scans for a way out. There is none though, nowhere to hide – which is why Sehun exhales, securing his gun as he opens the door.
Technically, he shouldn’t get out. Technically, Sehun should wait for a more seasoned police officer to arrive before engaging any criminal. Sehun has never been one for waiting though, so he barrels outside without taking the moment to think.
The Mercedes is silent, impossible for him to see beyond its tinted windows. Sehun thinks someone yells on his radio, but is too far away to be sure. He should have taken it with, Sehun realizes – it’s too late for that now, though. Moving carefully, Sehun angles his body behind street signs and vehicles. There’s a hiss of steam from a grate on his left and wind buffers his hair, as Sehun continues. His police jacket flaps open, the sounds of honking and traffic loud until –
“GET DOWN! HE HAS A GUN, YOU IDIOT!”
Sehun drops, rolling as the Mercedes door flings open for a gunshot to ring in his ears. Sehun’s head buzzes, overly loud as he twists to shoot in the attacker’s direction. Gunfire is exchanged between them; Sehun isn’t sure how many rounds. All he knows is the cold press of metal in his palms, the sharp reverb of his gun, struggling to control the weapon. Sehun’s mind is flat, filled with precision and reflex while squinting over the top of the minivan – on his second look, he sees the criminal running.
Swearing aloud, Sehun shoots – groaning, when he finds his gun empty. His extra clip is in his car, and Sehun berates himself as he breaks into a matching run. It’s odd, he notes – the criminal is wearing a red hoodie. It’s overly bright, against the building behind him. On the back is writing, though Sehun can’t make it out from this far. It looks like symbols, and he picks up speed – before a hand appears out of nowhere, to yank him from behind.
“Ah!” Sehun yelps, nearly smacking his attacker as he whirls.
The man ducks, grabbing Sehun’s arm and twisting. “Are you crazy?” Officer Creighton yells, face red with anger. “We almost had him. If you’d just waited, for appropriate back-up – we could have surrounded him, and he wouldn’t have gotten away.”
Sehun freezes, staring at him. His gaze darts from the Officer to the alley, to where the criminal has long since disappeared. “Sir,” Sehun pants, trying to remain calm, “Sir, I understand but he’s getting away. We have to follow, we –”
“We,” the man interrupts, “do nothing. You, will return to the station. You, will file the paperwork for the errors you made today. I, will be the one who stays to supervise the search you botched up.”
Sehun stares at him, then the alley. Anger curls within – at himself, but also at the situation. He should have waited. He should have followed procedure – but if his officer would just trust, if he’d just let Sehun prove himself. Sehun closes his eyes, attempting to control his anger.
“Yes, sir,” he says sullenly, opening his eyes. “I’ll return to the station.”
“Good.” Officer Creighton releases him then, shaking his head while stepping away. Seeing Sehun’s expression, the man sighs. “Listen,” the Officer intones, his voice quieter. “You have good instincts, kid. I don’t want you to get discouraged – but this is life and death. You can’t break the chain of command. Rules exist to protect you, as much as everyone else.”
Sehun nods, not wanting to argue. Out of everyone here, Sehun knows about life and death. He knows Officer Creighton is only acting in his best interest. It makes sense, it really does – but the things he says aren’t really applicable, to him. Sehun doesn’t need protection but rather, the other way around.
It’s then though, that Sehun’s head snaps up. He looks again at the alley, gaze narrowing when he remembers the writing. He recognizes it now, remembers where he saw it and finally, Sehun understands what’s going on.
“I understand,” Sehun rearranges his features to those of contrition. “I’ll be more careful, from now on.”
Back at the station, Sehun ignores the whispers and looks he gets upon entering the room. He ignores the buzzing which follows, pretending none of them exist as he heads directly into his cubicle. Flopping down in his swivel chair, Sehun opens his computer and boots up the hard drive.
Glancing once over his shoulder, Sehun makes sure no one is watching before searching his files. Abyssus abyssum invocate, or, hell calls to hell. The motto of one gang in particular – one whose true nature and purpose is largely unknown to the public. Sehun knows, though. Sehun knows and Sehun understands, as he scrolls through murders of several weeks back.
He finds what he’s looking for on page nine – an interview, from a witness most dismissed as hysterical. A lot of the officers thought the woman incomprehensible; babbling on about her dead husband. When Sehun read her account though, he was unconvinced that the woman was lying.
Officer: Can you describe what happened tonight, ma’am?
Witness: It was … horrible. They came dressed in black, they came from the shadows
Officer: Who did? Who came from the shadows?
Witness: I don’t know. They were cold, they… said greatness couldn’t be trusted. Said men like my husband couldn’t be trusted.
Officer: How? In what way?
Witness: I don’t know. They wouldn’t explain, and I didn’t know what to ask. I couldn’t breathe, when they cut into him. They just kept – stabbing. Bleeding him out. One kept repeating words – words in Latin, over and over.
Officer: Do you remember what they said, ma’am?
Witness: I – I don’t speak Latin. Something about an abyss? It’s all fuzzy, I’m not sure.
Officer: Alright. Let’s try something else – did you notice any distinguishable characteristics of the criminals?
Witness: No. There were wearing masks and at the end – one… No, no, I can’t say.
Officer: What do you mean? Did one threaten you, if you spoke?
Witness: No, I just – you’ll think that I’m crazy.
Officer: Ma’am, we want to help. Please tell us all you know.
Witness: At the end… one of the men pulled down his mask. I remember him looking at me – but everything is fuzzy, as though he somehow… changed things. As though he reached into my brain and… took things. The thoughts I had of him.
Officer: I don’t understand.
Witness: Neither do I, he just –
Officer: There, there. It’s okay.
Sehun leans back in his seat. The interview continues, but this is the important part. This is the part which confirms Sehun’s theory that this gang – the Black Night – have a hero amongst them. Well, not a hero – now, they can only be called a villain. Their leader seems to have some superpower: that of altering memories, of changing reality and perception.
Exhaling darkly, Sehun closes his eyes. He’s been tracking the Black Night for the past month, trying to figure out more about them, to understand what they want. All he’s found out so far is a name and purpose. Hell calls to hell; which the gang seems to interpret as, the upper class will die.
Sehun isn’t an idiot. He knows not everyone who’s rich is good. On the contrary, they’re usually bad. Money, power, influence – all of these lead to a warped sense of reality. It makes people bend, even break the rules. Life becomes a game for them as, with time, they see themselves above it all.
Despite this, no group is bad. Just as no human, no race or religion is completely evil. There is good and bad in all, and each deserves the chance to prove themselves.
To think that they don’t is a dangerous philosophy, one which has led to a recent string of murders within the city. Sehun’s eyes open, realizing what this means. The man today may have escaped; Sehun may have failed in catching him, but in the process he revealed something much better – a potential hideout.
During the police chase, the man disappeared between State and Lambert. He vanished into thin air, which makes Sehun smile. A hideout. Which means – Sehun leans forward, scanning – he has a place to stake out tonight. Sipping on coffee, Sehun slides lower in his chair. Just two more hours, until his shift is complete.
Two more hours, until he can finally be of use to this city.
The alleyway is dark, empty and Sehun watches the building from across the street. His attention is on a black door, nondescript, with a plain, silver knob. A woman entered earlier, her sweatshirt black instead of red – but boasting the same, Latin markings. This confirms to Sehun that he’s in the right place, that if he waits long enough – he’ll find his criminal.
Exhaling, Sehun’s breath fogs the air. His hand rests on the holster at his hip, though he has no real need for it. The gun is for show, more than anything. The man from earlier has yet to emerge, which makes Sehun wonder if he’s made a mistake. Perhaps he’ll be too cautious to come out tonight. Perhaps he’ll wait for days, biding his time until the commotion has died down.
It can’t be longer than an hour, before the front door opens and a face peers out. He’s wearing different clothing – a leather bomber jacket, jeans – but it’s definitely him. Sehun recognizes the face, making him think this man isn’t their leader.
The criminal steps outside, door falling shut behind him as he glances furtively down the street. He turns, slipping between the buildings and Sehun stands from the ground – he makes certain his ski mask is firmly in place before picking his way across the courtyard. He doesn’t want to be seen, not yet.
Midway through the alley, the man turns. He shoves both hands in his pockets, disappearing between two, large green trash bins. Sehun hurries after, slipping past silos, shrugging his arm free when it catches on a bin. He winces, continuing forward – freezing, when he turns a corner and finds himself face to face with a gun.
The man tilts his head, expression thoughtful. “You seem… familiar,” he mutters, meeting Sehun’s eyes. Sehun wishes he’d thought to wear sunglasses, but he didn’t remember – also, it’s fucking dark out. “Are you one of those cops, the ones who chased me?” When the criminal snorts, Sehun flushes. “It wouldn’t be the first time a newbie cop decided to go renegade on me. Dumb move, that rookie – never engage in a chase, before you confirm you have back-up.”
Sehun’s lips tighten, eyes refocusing on the barrel. “It’s also widely considered dumb, breaking into someone else’s home wearing a bright red hoodie. Nice motto, by the way,” Sehun remarks, overly casual. “Did your boss pick that out himself?”
The guy’s eyes harden, gun clicking as he removes the safety. “That’s none of your business. I’m the one making the demands tonight, bud.”
Sehun doesn’t speak, posture stiffening in response. In the lining of his pockets, his fingers splay and Sehun inhales, drawing breath from his surroundings. When Sehun releases the sound to the dark, the tiniest of smiles curves his lips.
The man blinks, suddenly uneasy. “Who are you?” he asks, curious.
“Would it be cheesy,” Sehun muses, eyes bright, “to say, your worst nightmare?”
He explodes.
Energy slams outwards, radiating to form a purple-blue shield – just as the man pulls the trigger, bullet exploding to spiral dangerously towards Sehun. It happens too fast to see, a screech of metal on sparks as the bullet ricochets backwards. The man screams, collapsing to the ground while Sehun rolls his eyes. He knows the injury is nothing more than a flesh wound. Still, he drops – keeping his ski mask in place as he meets the criminal’s gaze.
“Who do you work for?” Sehun asks smoothly. He’s wearing leather gloves – reaching calmly, opening the man’s jacket to pat down his pockets. “Why did you break and enter that home, not kill?”
The man groans, clutching at his ear. A thin trickle of blood seeps through, spilling between fingers to the pavement.
“Nod,” Sehun demands, eyes crackling with energy, “if the answer is yes. Shake your head, if the answer is no.”
The man struggles to focus on Sehun’s face. Realization dawns then and he twists, searching for something – anything – to fight with. “Shadow Angel,” the man grasps, groaning as the pain hits him again.
Sehun stiffens. Shadow Angel is what the newspapers dubbed him, ever since a slightly hysterical man gave an interview to the press. Sehun stopped the man from being mugged and was dubbed the Angel for his troubles – the Angel of Shadow, since his face was never seen. The public has followed him since – fascinated, by to the supernatural accounts surrounding his stories.
Superpowers, magic, trickery. There’s a lot of debate, on whether Sehun actually has powers or not. These are the accounts he usually laughs at, declining to even read since Sehun knows who he is – and that’s enough.
The man before him knows, too. He stares at him fearfully, leaning away from his hands. “Please,” he begs, voice breaking on the word. “Spare me.”
Sehun tilts his head. “Who do you work for?” he asks again, ignoring the request.
“The Black Night,” the man answers immediately. “I work for the Black Night.”
Sehun inhales, hardly daring to believe his luck. “And who,” he pauses, leaning in, “is the leader of the Black Night?”
The man hesitates, suddenly unsure. “I don’t know his name,” he admits, swallowing. “We only call him the Abyss. He has powers... like yours.”
“Like mine?” Sehun holds out a palm – above, dances a dangerous storm of electricity.
“Well, no,” the man agrees, eyes wide. “His are more … mental. He can make you see things, do things. He can do just about anything, by looking into your eyes.”
Sehun takes note – the villain’s powers are somehow linked to the ocular. This might come in handy, later on. Refocusing on the man before him, Sehun’s light burns brighter. “And today?” Sehun whispers. “Why did you only break into the mayor’s house, then leave?”
Again, the man falls silent. He stares at Sehun, lip trembling. “I – I can’t,” he whispers. “They’ll kill me.”
“Well,” Sehun feigns concern. “It appears you have a problem, then. On the one hand, I could kill you now, if you don’t tell me the truth. On the other hand, the Black Night could kill you – but only if they find out you told me. And I won’t tell a soul,” Sehun smiles, resoundingly brilliant.
Sehun would never kill this man, of course. He has hard and firm lines for himself – one of which, is do not kill. This man doesn’t know this though, and he looks with fear at the crackling energy Sehun holds.
“A scouting mission,” the man breathes, frantic. “It was a scouting mission, to determine the layout of their house. The mayor and his family won’t be attacked – not yet. Not until the Abyss is sure he can succeed, is sure he can win.”
Sehun doesn’t react, not yet. On the outside he remains calm, but on the inside – Sehun takes a breath. He can’t think about it, yet. Can’t process this piece of information, because right now – Sehun needs to go. He needs to get out of here, needs his secret to remain intact.
“Good,” he nods. “Thank you for the information.” Standing, Sehun wipes the dust from his palms. He glances around, searching for witnesses. “I’ll be going now,” he looks back at the man. “Be careful with your gun, next time you fight.”
The man opens his mouth, about to respond – and Sehun reaches out, shocking him to silence. The man’s eyes roll back, body slumping when Sehun sends fifty volts straight through his frame. It’s enough to stutter his heart, render him unconscious – likely it will be hours, before the man wakes up. Even then, he’ll be groggy, with little to no memory of tonight.
Turning away from the dirt, Sehun releases his breath. Now that the criminal is taken care of, he can finally process – the news is enough for Sehun to pause, grabbing onto the wall in his nausea. The Black Night wants the mayor’s family.
The Abyss is after you.
Sehun barely pays attention, driving through the streets of the city. His actions are manic and he’s lucky it’s the witching hour because he’d be immediately pulled over, otherwise. Which would be rather awkward, given he’s a cop. Not to mention his current attire, a dead giveaway for his alter ego.
Parking in the spot he always does, Sehun makes his way to you on foot. The building across from yours has a fire escape, nestled against its ancient side. Sehun’s powers are tricky, mostly electric in nature. He doesn’t know where they came from, nor how he acquired them. Sehun spent most of his adolescence in foster homes, moving around before he was adopted by his mom and dad.
Aside from electricity, there are certain parts of Sehun’s body nimbler than others. He has an increased tenacity to skin, heightened reflexes – adjustments, he thinks, for extra voltage within. It makes him more agile, enables Sehun to do things others can’t – which explains his speed now, scaling the side of the building. At the sixteenth floor he jumps, pushing off a drainpipe, twisting in mid-air to grab the base of your balcony.
Sehun yanks himself upwards, swinging one leg over your railing – wincing, as he nearly tumbles into a plant. He whirls, catching said pot before smashing the ground and exhales, lowering his forehead to smooth ceramic. That wouldn’t be the first time he’s broken one of your plants, but the last time he did meant no sex for a week.
You were livid, since it was some pansy you’d been growing since you were a child. These are the odd quirks Sehun loves about you, though. He loves how much you care for your plants, for people – and for him, for Sehun. You ground him, make him feel wanted, make him feel sane and stable and whole.
The two of you are a secret, since in real life, Sehun is a lowly police officer. At night, he may be the demon renegade who protects the city – but by day, he’s a nobody. Even his alter ego is distasteful to some, including your very prominent father. To the mayor, Sehun is a demon renegade who loves throwing a very distinct middle finger at authority. He represents a direct threat to the city, and to rules in general.
Sighing heavily, Sehun eases open the door to your room. The space is silent and Sehun closes the glass behind him, shutting out the sounds of the city below. When he turns, he sees you’re not beneath your sheets. This is followed by panic, Sehun’s heart leaping as he considers whether he might already be too late. The Abyss might have you – but then Sehun sees your bathroom light on, yellow light spilling beneath your door.
Exhaling again, Sehun turns to the windows. Moonlight enters the room – wooden floorboards beneath his feet, thankfully. Sehun has the worst habit of visiting you late at night, his boots covered in the muck and grime of the city. Wincing, Sehun leans to pry his shoes off. He removes his ski mask off as well, nearly toppling over when he hears the sound of your laugh.
“Y/N,” he breathes, turning around – barely thinking, crossing the room.
You smile back at him, somewhat sleepily and, when he reaches your side, Sehun isn’t sure which of you moves first. Your lips meet in the middle, your body pulled roughly to his. Sehun kisses you eagerly, exploring every inch because you’re here, you’re warm, you’re wanting. You’re also safe and alive, which means Sehun can’t help but be grateful.
It was an accident, the two of you meeting. You found him on the night of his third raid, having just managed to intercept the murder of a well-known judge. Sehun was fighting off the criminal in some alley, shocking him into unconsciousness before collapsing against a wall. The hour was late and fighting made Sehun dehydrated – he wasn’t used to using his powers yet, not in that capacity.
Pushing his face mask up, Sehun drank from his water bottle – until a voice coughed pointedly behind him. Sehun whipped around, nearly tripping in haste to spot you. Your mouth was wide with disbelief, lips parted and you quickly glanced down, to the body behind him.
“No,” Sehun took a hasty step towards you. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
Your fear turned to awe though, as you explained you’d seen the entire thing. Walking home from the library that night, you meant to cut through the alley – you saw, when Sehun confronted the would-be murderer.
Sehun relaxed when you said you understood – but then realized you knew his face. You knew who he was, knew of his power – you could easily ruin everything, for him. Especially with your name, your family – your father, who hated him, Sehun’s most outspoken opponent. What you should have done, was turn Sehun in. Instead you hid him, protected him and in return, Sehun fell in love with you.
Now the Abyss is trying to take that love away. Sehun pulls back, breathless while resting his forehead to yours. “You’re okay,” he murmurs, watching you smile.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” you tease. “Such irony, coming from you.”
Sehun offers a sheepish grin. “Fair. It’s just,” he sighs. “You know that I worry. Especially on a day like today,” he breathes, grip tightening on your waist. “I know you texted earlier, saying you were okay – but,” he gulps, a quick breath, “I felt so fucking helpless.”
Your smile falters. “It’s okay,” you reassure, leaning to press your lips to his. “I’m okay, my dad is okay – everyone is okay.”
Sehun nods, once. He debates whether or not to tell you – deciding no, at your tense expression. You’re putting on a brave face for him but Sehun can tell that you’re scared. Today was overwhelming, draining and whatever evil is coming, it can wait until the morning. Tomorrow, the two of you can figure out how to alert your father. Tomorrow, Sehun can increase your protection – right now, he just wants to be with you.
Sehun drags his thumb over the indent of your lips. Your gaze darkens, looking up and Sehun feels his body tense in response. It’s unfair, that just the sight of you – in a ridiculously flimsy nightgown – has the power to send all the blood in his body straight towards his dick. Already, Sehun can feel himself rising, feel his cock half-hard against the fabric of his pants.
“Sehun,” you exhale, winding both arms around his neck.
Your first kiss is gentle, exploring while his hands slide down to cup you from behind. Sehun pulls you closer, letting you feel how badly he wants you. When he bends, grabbing the backs of your thighs, he lifts you higher. “Bed?” he whispers, since sometimes you like it against the wall. Sometimes you like him to slide into you, spread your legs and fuck you like that – but tonight, you shake your head.
“Bed,” you agree, wrapping your legs tighter.
Sehun’s mouth opens yours, walking you backwards. Your ass hits the mattress first, then your spine – Sehun quickly following. His hands find your body, one sliding between your legs to pull your panties aside. One finger enters, withdrawing quickly to rub his thumb against your clit.
You whimper, pushing upwards, breasts brushing his chest as Sehun instantly hardens. Just the touch of you, the feel of you clenching; that breathy, little noise you make – Sehun already knows he won’t last long. He removes his shirt, pulling your nightgown off just as quickly.
You’re naked but for your underwear, which Sehun also slides away. His pants are next, unbuttoned hastily by your fingers – and you grasp him firmly, making Sehun freeze in place above you. Your eyes glint in the darkness as you lower yourself back, hand stroking smoothly up and down his shaft. Your smile is wicked, completely incorrigible as you rub your thumb over the tip of his cock.
“Sehun,” your gaze darts to his face. “Do you want to come in my mouth, or inside me?”
“Inside,” Sehun groans because, though your sweet-shaped lips are tempting – nothing can beat the feel of you around him. The feel of fucking into you, of your limbs and body tight around his.
You nod and when you spread your legs, Sehun groans out loud. The two of you stopped using condoms months ago; as soon as you went on the pill and Sehun provided you with a credible bill of health. It’s hard to imagine being inside you any other way, now.
Sehun teases for a moment, pushing his cock against your clit, around your entrance before sinking inside. You gasp, biting his shoulder when he fills you. Sehun loves the feel of you like this, trembling and tight. Your body is so responsive, so in tune with his own – that when he starts to move, it’s hard for him to hold himself together.
You’re so eager, hips pushing up to match him thrust for thrust. You clutch his back, fingers dragging along the seams of his body and when Sehun picks up speed, moving faster – you thread your fingers between the roots of his hair and pull. Gasping, at the sight of his ass between your legs – nearly losing control, when Sehun gathers you closer.
Sehun fucks harder, drives deeper – pace turning insistent, bruising while his cock hits your walls over and over. He knows when he finds your g-spot, because you suddenly cry out – yanking his hair so hard, Sehun winces. “There,” you gasp, arching upwards. “Right there – oh, god.”
Sehun nearly loses it at the sight of you beneath him, expression fucked-out and blissful, driving you over the edge. When you come, Sehun feels you tighten around him. Nothing ever feels as good as this does, your body trembling beneath his, and Sehun lasts only a few more strokes before coming as well. You moan in response, feeling him fill you and Sehun smiles with pride, when your legs tighten on his waist.
You’re fucking filthy like that, love having his cum inside you and refuse to let him leave, so long as you possibly can. Sehun obliges you in this, keeping his body still, dropping soft kisses to your cheekbones. Eventually you open your eyes, meeting his lips in a kiss of your own – and nod your head, when he pulls himself away.
This is his cue to leave, and Sehun disappears into your bathroom. After a quick wash he returns and you hum, letting him take care of you – wrapping your arms around him, when he falls onto your bed. “Do you have an early day?” Sehun yawns into your hair, body skin still warm from your heat and sex.
You nod, lips finding his chest. “8:00, breakfast interview with the Post.”
Sehun sighs. “I’ll make sure I leave before then.”
Pouting, you pull him close. “I don’t want you to go.”
Sehun chuckles lightly, kissing your forehead. “I don’t want to go, but it’s how things need to be, right now.”
“Right now,” you agree, looking up with warm eyes.
Sehun nods, serious. “For now,” he agrees, when you lay your head down on the pillow. In the morning, Sehun decides, own eyes closing. He’ll tell you everything in the morning – the shadows can wait until then.
Author’s Note: WOO, happy birthday TY!