#me when i was reading exordia and just started pulling it out in the middle of lecture . sorry mr cybersec prof
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Blue Roses (M)
Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of Exordia Academy - a series of ongoing one shots with @underthejoon
Creative Content Contributors: moodboard by @baebae-goodnight (a GODDESS)
Pairing: reader / Sehun
Rating: 18 + (explicit sex)
Word Count: 9,833
Superpower: Invisibility
Summary: Sehun remembers the very first time he turned invisible. It was in his primary school days, he was performing Tap Solo #5 in the middle of the stage. Sehun entered from stage left, promptly forgetting the very first move. His legs faltered, mind went blank – and sudden screams erupted from the audience, when Sehun’s body disappeared. His family moved the next week. This kind of thing becomes normal, though – until the day Sehun is invisible, and you see him anyways. [ THIS IS A REPOST ]
• SEHUN •
Sehun stands invisible.
That’s not the odd part, what’s odd is that he’s considering the opposite. Standing rooted to the ground, Sehun considers becoming visible, letting others see him the way he truly is. He thinks abou walking the twenty or so paces to where she’s sitting and dropping the flower he holds into her lap. Sehun looks down at the rose in his hand, rolling his eyes when he realizes he can’t see it.
Sehun takes a step forward, then oen more back before he exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose. He can do this, he knows that he can. It’s just that Desi is so pretty, with that long, flowing hair and smooth skin. She has the soft kind of lips, ones he can’t help but want to kiss. Sehun knows that he’s staring, knows that he’s looking but can’t bring himself to care. It doesn’t matter, not really because Desi can’t see him.
She turns, laughing at something her friend says and Sehun recoils away from the sound. He sighs. She can’t even see him, and he’s already nervous. Pushing a hand through his hair, Sehun lets blonde locks fall flat around his face. He hopes it makes him look nonchalant, since he feels desperately opposite.
Sehun has been crushing on Desi this entire year, ever since she arrived at Exordia Academy in August. The nickname is short for Desdemona, something Desi announced with a scowl on the very first day.
“Why would someone name their child after a tragedy?” she winced, shaking her head before looking pleadingly at their Philosophy class. “No, Desi is fine.”
Sehun sat up straight because for once, he wanted to be seen and Desi looked straight through him. That was the moment he realized, the moment Sehun decided to try and become more than what he is. When one has the capability to become invisble, it’s easy not to be seen. It’s an unfortunate habit of Sehun’s, because when there are no consequences for actions – what’s to stop him from just disappearing entirely?
It’s a lonely, boring life but it’s also a safe one. Strange, isn’t it, how humans detest change. Change is the great instigator, the wheel which turns the world and although it creates, it also destroys. Sehun would rather stay out of the fray, would rather sit invisible and watch because that’s what he’s good at.
With Desi though, Sehun wants to act. He wants to explain, to remove this lump from his throat and, staring at her now, Sehun swallows. He’s still standing behind this hedge, completely invisible and trying to convince himself not to be.
“You don’t want to give her that.”
Looking up, Sehun is startled to find you looking straight at him.
• Y/N •
Tilting your head, you finally interrupt the thoughts of the boy you’ve been staring at for the past five minutes. Or – huh, has it been five minutes? Frown tugging at your lips, you try to recall because honestly, time is hard for you.
He turns to look at you. Glancing down, he sees that yes, he’s invisible and yet here you are, talking to him. “I,” the guy pauses, shaking his head. “Are you talking to me?”
Nodding, you hop down from the wall you’re sitting on. “Yes, I’m looking at you. Do you see anyone else here?”
The guy pauses, obviously confused. “Well, no,” he manages. “But then – I don’t see myself, either. I’m currently invisible.”
Oh. “Ah,” you blush. “Right, sorry. You’re using a power, aren’t you? Camouflage?” Looking directly at him, you squint – as though trying to distinguish him from air. “Invisibility?”
“Invisibility,” Sehun blinks, before shaking his head. “Who are you?”
“Y/N,” you grin, sticking out your hand. “Power of precognition, nice to meet you.”
He continues to stare, now at your hand. “But,” the guy hesitates, unsure. “I’ve met people with precognition before and none of them could see me in the future, not when I was invisible.”
When he says this, your smile falters. “Yes, well – my precognition is rather odd. I see only one future, the true one. It’s odd,” you muse, expression thoughtful. “My precognition sees through certain powers. I can see Blocks when they’re turning off other powers, Empaths when they’re reflecting, Invisibility,” you add, waving your hand.
He quirks his head, now interested. “For everyone? Everywhere? Wow,” he laughs. “That’s quite a power. Oh,” he flushes, shaking his head. “And I’m sorry, I’m Sehun.”
“Hi, Sehun,” you respond, before your smile drops. “But no, I don’t see everything. Only my immediate surroundings and even then, only a few seconds into the future. If I care to use my power at all, that is. I try not to, but for some reason, I saw you.”
Sehun blinks. “So, what – you saw a future version of me?”
You shrug, turning to look at Desi. “About one-fifth of a second. I think. I’m seeing the true you now, the visible one. Its inconvenient,” you wince. “It’s an echo, I hear your words twice and have to wait for the right moment to respond.”
Sehun considers this, then shimmers into being and to everyone else, it must seem as though he’s stepped from thin air. “Helpful,” you smile. “It’s a headache to use my powers like that. Especially when I’m trying to see just one thing,” you sigh before, eyes widening, you whip suddenly around. “Watch out!”
A head jerks up from across the quad. It’s some guy – Baekhyun, you think? – who throws up his hand. A wall of water appears to block the frisbee spinning crazily towards him and Baekhyun scows, dropping both water and frisbee to glare at someone else between trees.
“Jongin, you ass!” Baekhyun yells. “No, don’t pull that crap on me – I know you know how to throw a frisbee. That’s your whole freaking power,” he fumes, stomping to where a very attractive guy lies cackling in the grass.
Smiling, you turn away from the scene. “Anyways.”
Sehun is still looking but when he realizes you’re staring at him, he frowns. “Why don’t I want to give her it?”
Now, it’s your turn to be confused. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Before,” Sehun nods at the rose in his hand. “You said, ‘you don’t want to give her that.’”
“Oh,” you laugh. “Right – yeah, I wouldn’t.”
“And – why not?” he asks, gaze surprisingly earnest.
“Well. It’s yellow,” you respond, as though it’s entirely obvious. “Yellow roses signify friendship and I assume you’re not just asking Desi to be a friend?”
Sehun shakes his head quickly no.
“Right,” you nod. “Then don’t give her a yellow rose. Red is for love. White, for purity. Pink, for gratitude. Yellow is friendship.”
“I,” Sehun pauses, somewhat speechless. “Do all girls know this?” he wonders, looking at the flower he holds. “Is there some secret code you all learn, a manual you read?”
Raising both eyebrows, you grin. “I don’t know if all girls know it, but I do. Meaning, I wouldn’t want you to risk it.”
“Huh.” Sehun considers, then slides his rose into the hedge. The yellow stands out, bright against the emerald green. “Thanks, for telling me.”
“Not a problem,” you wave your hand. “Easy mistake.”
Sehun’s mouth twists ot suppress his smile. “What’s your favorite rose color, then? Pink for gratitude seems appropriate, right about now.”
You’re surprised by this and respond, “Blue,” before you can stop yourself.
“Blue?” Sehun seems puzzled. “What does blue signify?”
“The unattainable,” you explain to him softly. “The impossible. Unattainable, impossible love.”
Sehun’s gaze seems to peer inwards. “That’s beautiful,” he allows, looking over at Desi – who currently, is surrounded by many admirers. “Maybe I’ll give her a blue rose.”
Following his gaze, you frown. “You know,” you start, then shake your head. “Ah, never mind.”
“What?” Sehun looks back at you, curious. “What did you want to say?”
“It’s nothing,” you mumble. “Don’t worry about it.”
Sehun laughs, the first real sound that he’s made. His eyes crinkle at the corners, which catches you off guard because he’s rather attractive. You didn’t notice before – probably because he was holding a flower for someone else and you aren’t into lost causes. Now that you look though, you see Sehun is nice-looking. Very much so, with that jawline and those cheekbones. You absently wonder why someone like him chooses to be invisible.
“You need to say it now,” Sehun demands, a smile playing at his lips. “It’s only fair, since I can’t use my powers on you. Let’s level the playing field, shall we?”
Exhaling through your teeth, you glance over at Desi. “Alright, fine. It’s just – well,” you sigh. “I was going to say, don’t give her that flower.”
Sehun stares at you, before nodding. “I know – yellow, bad. Got it.”
“No,” you exhale. “I meant, don’t give Desi any flower. Not just that one.”
Sehun draws back. “I don’t understand. Why not?”
“Because,” you wine, looking at the ground. This is awkward, you shouldn’t have said anything. “Desi is, well – she’s not a very nice person,” you admit and when you glance back up, a muscle ticks in Sehun’s jaw.
“Oh?” he asks, more closed off than before. “How so?”
“She’s not nice to those she sees as beneath her,” you blurt, because apparently you’re uncontrollable.
Sehun raises his eyebrows. “You know this from personal experience?”
That’s not something you want to talk about though, so you shrug. “I’ve heard things.”
“Right,” Sehun’s nods, mouth thinning. “Then let me say that, from personal experience, I’ve never seen Desi be mean. It’s part of why I like her. Not,” he half-laughs, shoving a hand through his hair, “that I need to explain that fact to you.”
“Right,” you huff, a kernel of anger starting to unfold in your stomach. “I guess you’d know, wouldn’t you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sehun asks, sounding defensive.
“I mean,” you say, stepping forward to poke Sehun – hard – in the chest. He stares down at the motion, visibly surprised. “You spend all your time watching, don’t you? You watch, you idealize, but you never actually do anything yourself. I’m not surprised you don’t see who she really is,” you declare. “It’s not as if you have experience to go by.”
Sehun’s mouth drops. “That’s,” he sputters. “Completely ridiculous.”
Arching a brow, you frown. “Is it? Tell m, Sehun,” you huff. “When was the last time you initiated conversation ? The last time you asked out a girl? The last time you stood up for something – someone – you believed in?”
Sehun stares back at you, furious. “I don’t – I don’t know. Happy?” he demands, cheeks red. “I’m pathetic, I’m a loser. Like I didn’t know that already,” he mutters, before disappearing. The air ripples around you, and Sehun returns to invisibility.
You don’t move, veins still-buzzed with adrenaline.
Instead you stare at the place he once stood, debating about whether or not you should use your powers. After what you just said to him – shaking your head, you turn away. This was so unlike you, to call him out like that. To just start yelling at a stranger, small wonder Sehun got defensive; small wonder, he told you to fuck off.
Except he didn’t, you realize. Stomach sinking, you realize Sehun didn’t yell at you, he didn’t swear, he didn’t do anything but agree and as soon as you realize this, you turn back around. Though you look, though you search, staring into the future – Sehun isn’t there. He’s already left.
Turning slowly around, you walk into your next class. You don’t know what possessed, snapping at him like that and, slamming your books on the table, you sink into your seat. Desi gets under your skin, that’s all. She used to live in your dorm, used to sleep on your floor and it wasn’t just the one time, you saw her picking on other girls. She liked whispering behind backs, throwing sidelong gazes and words like stones. She liked spreading rumors, cutting others down – you hate people like that.
Sehun seems nice. He was nice today, which you suppose is why you didn’t want Desi to take advantage of him. It’s none of your business, though, who he dates or doesn’t date and sighing, you push open your textbook. If Sehun wants to date Desi, he should. It’s just – you hesitate.
The thought of him being hurt pains you.
Too often at Exordia Academy, the people with passive powers get the shaft. You, with precognition; Sehun, with invisibility. Those aren’t ‘fighting’ powers, not like Baekhyun, with Aquakinesis or Jongdae, with strength. Those are powers which save the world; not yours, who only sees a few measly seconds into the future.
It’s not that your power doesn’t come in handy, it does. In a fight, you know where your opponent will be, seconds before they get there. You know how to block them and punch, how to flip and kick and strike. It’s rare that you lose, when you’re fighting a human. That’s the problem, though. Your enemy isn’t always human.
Understanding this, you sink low into your seat and staring out the window, you feel certain Sehun understands. Just from some of the things he said, how he oftentimes feels useless – he likely doesn’t understand how his invisibility can help. Desi’s power is active; super-speed, or something like that.
She wouldn’t understand Sehun, not how you do.
• SEHUN •
Hovering, Sehun stands just outside his classroom. He’s visible, completely on display and everyone can see him but funnily enough, no one does. Taking a slow step forward, Sehun braces himself and walks into the room. Descending the stairs, he pauses at the second row – before taking a deep breath to turn sideways.
Lowering himself into the seat, Sehun’s heart hammers loud in his chest. He forces himself to relax, breathe normally but this is the row that she sits in. Desi always sits in the second row of the classroom, and now Sehun is sitting here as well, which means –
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
Sehun looks up, mouth drying at the proximity. Desi stares back, her dark eyes gentle and soft. She smiles at his stare, which sends Sehun’s heart into overdrive. Shaking his head no, he feels somewhat dazed by her presence.
Sehun stands, pencil falling onto the floor. “Sorry,” he mutters, bending to grab it – and accidentally knocking heads with her, on the way down. Sehun’s gaze snaps up.
Desi stares back, wide-eyed. “I’m sorry,” she apologies and retreats – her form blurs with the motion, too fast for Sehun to see. Super-speed, he recalls. “Sometimes I forget about my powers.”
Standing before her, Sehun holds his pencil firm in his grasp. “It’s okay,” he manages. “I forget sometimes, too.”
Desi just looks at him. “I’m sorry,” she laughs, a tinkling sound. “I don’t think we’ve met – I’m Desi.”
“Sehun,” he nods, stepping aside in case she wants to walk past – and to his surprise, Desi does. “I usually sit in the back,” Sehun explains, lowering himself into the seat beside her.
“Ah,” she nods, continuing to look. “I wondered. You have a face I’d remember seeing.”
Sehun flushes beet-red. “Oh.”
Giggling, Desi pokes his arm. “You’re cute – did you know that?”
Before Sehun can respond, the professor enters – thank god, because whatever was about to come out of Sehun’s mouth was not coherent. Desi faces forward and Sehun follows suit, staring up at the blackboard and listening to nothing for the rest of Philosophy.
When class ends, Desi stands to stretch both arms overhead. “Well,” she smiles, somewhat flirtatiously. “I’ll see you around, Sehun.”
Walking past, the scent of her shampoo lingers and Sehun stares, hardly able to believe his luck. Desi saw him, and she didn’t look away. Then Sehun falters because, oddly enough, his next thought is of you. He keeps thinking about what you told him, about what you said about Desi.
But still. Sehun did something, he went after what he wanted and a small, bubble of pride swells at the thought. Climbing the stairs from the classroom, Sehun remembers your conversation. Unnerving, really, how easily you read him.
It’s true, Sehun does hide behind his powers. It’s something he knows about himself but with no one around to call him out, things typically just continue. Sehun isn’t sure where this trepidation came from, only that once it began it was near-impossible to stop.
It’s hard, looking yourself in the mirror and if you never had to again, would you still do it? Shaking his head, Sehun exhales. He knows his current life isn’t real. He knows that watching others, following others, seeing others – makes him an observer, it doesn’t make him a hero.
Pulling on the straps of his backpack, Sehun lifts his head as he walks. Not anymore, he nods, this is something he’ll change about himself and for some reason, Sehun wants you to know.
It’s while he thinks this, there’s a commotion at the end of the hall. Some legacy, David, barreling towards him; he’s half-running, not paying attention to where he’s going and while Sehun stands watching, one of his shoelaces comes undone. David trips, sprawled across the hall to knock into someone else and send them both tumbling onto the ground. The two disentangle, pushing awkwardly up to their feet and David lets out a groan, swatting clear at his jacket.
“This is Versace,” he huffs, twisting to look at the back. “Look where you’re going, you freakish head case.”
Staring at David, the other guy snorts. “Head case?” he asks, stepping forward. “Oh, right, because I can see your thoughts. Huh. Interesting. Is that what you’d look like, sucking my dick? Weird, but kind to think about, David.”
“Fuck you, Kyungsoo,” David spits, pushing angrily past. “I’d watch your back, if I were you.”
Kyungsoo – a telepath. Sehun snickers at this, watching Kyungsoo bend to pick up his things. He sees all this from behind the water fountain and starts to move, wanting to say something but stops – suddenly unsure. Kyungsoo has already picked up his books, is already leaving and Sehun realizes that once again, he acted too late.
Cursing softly to himself, Sehun looks around. In the few times he’s talked to David, none have been pleasant but Kyungsoo is decent, Sehun knows him from class. He’s another one with passive power, telepathy of some kind and Kyungsoo is dating a block, as Sehun recalls. He saw them together in the dining hall, looking sickeningly happy and from what Sehun has seen, Kyungsoo isn’t the kind to start fights. It makes Sehun want to help, somehow.
It’s your words, once more, coming to mind. When was the last time Sehun stood up for something – someone – he cared about? Anger flaring in his stomach, Sehun narrows his eyes. Why wait for the future to change? Sehun inahles, hiking up his backpack. Why not serve justice tonight?
Stepping outside, Sehun squints at the sun.
Tonight, he’s going to prank David.
• SEHUN •
Leaving his dorm, Sehun glamours himself invisible.
Wrapping his power tightly, he glances covertly aside. Sehun doesn’t know why he does it, more out of habit than anything else because no matter how often he becomes invisible, it’s a hard thing to get used to. It’s hard to feel fine with the sensation of looking down and seeing nothing, to know the ground but see nothing where your legs should be.
Sehun walks fast and as he does, the items in his backpack clunk together, making stealth frighteningly difficult. Pausing behind a bush, Sehun closes his eyes and wishes he’d brought some fabric to tie around the bottles, anything to soften the noise.
“Hi!” you grin, popping into view.
Jerking himself backwards, Sehun lets out a swear. “Fuck,” he exhales, clutching his chest. “Stop doing that.”
“Sorry,” you grin, peering curiously at the backpack, then ski cap. “You going to rob a bank?”
Sehun winces. “Uh, nope. I – no, nope. It’s more that,” he wipes at his forehead. “I thought I heard a raccoon. Outside. There’s a raccoon outside.”
For a moment, you can only stare. “Wow, you’re a horrible liar.”
Sehun winces. “Would a squirrel have been more believable?”
• Y/N •
Wow, he is not good at this. Snorting, you grab for his arm – yelping, when your arm disappears. “What the hell?” you gasp, throwing his sleeve away.
Fighting back a grin, Sehun adjusts the cap on his head. “Sorry,” he apologizes. “I’m using my power to glamour my backpack, I wasn’t expecting you to touch me as well. Accidentally projected.”
“I,” you squint at him, then frown. “You can do that – you can project your power?”
Sehun slowly nods. “Yeah. Rough time in high school, let me tell you that. Remind me to tell you about the one time I had sex and accidentally turned her invisible. Couldn’t figure out how to fix it for two hours and by then,” Sehun seems thoughtful. “She was pretty over it. Things were made much more difficult, by the fact that I couldn’t see.”
The thought of Sehun having sex, well – you flush. The thought is uncomfortable, but not in a bad way and Sehun likes Desi, not you. Remembering this sends cold water down your spine, despite the fact that Baekhyun is nowhere to be seen.
“That’s cool that you project,” you murmur, reaching for distraction.
Sehun nods, thumbs still stuck in his backpack. “It consumes a lot of energy but yeah, I can.”
“Neat.” The air is silent, tense between you. “So,” you nod at Sehun’s backpack. “What’s with the ammo?”
Sehun smiles mysteriously. “Shh,” he whispers, yanking you quick behind a hedge. Form shimmering, you see him become visible. “Bottles,” he explains, pulling a Coca-Cola bottle out half-way. “I placed Mentos in all of them, so when David opens one, it will explode.”
“David?” you repeat, stunned. “You’re pranking David – that flying, legacy ass?”
Sehun fights back a grin. “You know him?”
“Hm,” you muse, tapping your chin. “You know, David once lifted my friend’s skirt in public. Kind of by accident, but still – I’m in.”
Sehun freezes, eyes wide. “You… want to help?”
Nodding, you shrug. “What, you didn’t think you could pull this off on your own, did you?”
“Because I never do anything, right?” Sehun responds, expression innocent. “That’s what you mean?”
“No,” you falter, looking down at your shoes. “Sehun – ah, I’m sorry I said that to you. It wasn’t fair.”
Gaze softening, Sehun continues to look at you. “Maybe not,” he admits, “some of it was true.”
Looking up at him, you sigh. “I only said it, because I know what it’s like.”
Sehun nods. “I only reacted that way, because I know that it’s true. You sure you’re not some kind of mind reader?” he asks, tilting his head.
Forcing aside your laugh, you peer out from the hedge. “Nope, not a mind reader. So – Hardy boy, what’s the plan? Are we planting these bottles in his room, or what?”
“The Hardy boys were crime solvers,” Sehun corrects, moving beside you. “They would never pull a dastardly prank such as this.” The warmth of his body is distracting, enough that you shiver and Sehun notices. “Don’t you have a jacket?” he mumbles, lips close to your ear.
Shaking your head no, you stubbornly refuse to look at him. “Nope,” you admit.
Before you can say more, he drapes soft leather across your shoulders. Gaze darting up, you see Sehun zipping his crewneck higher. “What?” he asks, somewhat defensive. “Can’t have you dying of frostbite on our very first raid.”
Nodding, you don’t trust yourself to speak and when Sehun walks away, the outline of him glimmers. He’s invisible, you realize, vacillating between future and the present. When you look back down, you yelp, realizing so are you and Sehun’s eyes widen, doubling back to clamp one hand over your mouth.
“Quiet,” he whispers. “You’ll give away our position.”
Looking up at him, you watch Sehun slowly withdraw his hand from your mouth. With sudden concentration, you push your vision to the future, sighing in relief when your body flickers to view. “Thank god,” you murmur, surveying your hands.
“It’s odd, isn’t it?” Sehun muses, somewhere to your right.
It must be strange for him; seeing nothing, talking to nothing. Staring at the space you know him to be, you allow yourself to slip into nothing. Letting go of your powers, you feel, rather than see Sehun’s hand in yours.
“Just while we walk,” he allows, tugging you forward. “I’m used to being invisible. You’re not.”
Though you nod, you know he can’t see. It’s odd, knowing you exist but unable to confirm said fact. It’s strange, how often you glance at your body. How often you touch yourself to verify you’re there. You’re here, you know this – but there’s nothing to confirm said fact.
Head spinning, you let Sehun lead you across campus. Invisibility must have been terrifying. growing up. Not being able to control it, not being able to say when you existed and when you didn’t; it’s small wonder Sehun keeps to himself, small wonder he’s scared of letting others close. He’s never quite certain when he might fade away.
As though sensing your thoughts, Sehun’s grip tightens in yours. Slowing to a halt, he stops outside a worn brick building. Stone and ivy stare down as you whisper, “What now?”
The hour is late. It was around 11:30 PM you ran into Sehun and by any sort of logic, David must be asleep. Looking up at Sehun, you shift your vision a few seconds into the future.
“He sleeps in that room,” Sehun announces, pointing to the last window on the second floor. “I know that, because I used to sleep in the room beside him.”
Gaze following his finger, you light your eyebrows. “Are we just going to walk inside?”
Flicking your vision into the future, you see Sehun grin. “One of the many perks to being invisible.”
When he says this, a soft buzz travels your skin and you begin to see the perks to this power. It’s strange, this; both scary and appealing. There’s a freedom which comes from being unseen, from having no judgement or perception. You’re free of all the rules, of social constructs and consequences; without realizing it, you smile.
“I’m beginning to see the appeal of this.”
Sehun laughs, eyes crinkling. “Come on.”
Grabbing his hand, you let your power drop. The two of you wait, Sehun leaning against the frame while searching for the perfect opening and when a gaggle of freshmen pass, he tugs you along with. There’s barely enough rooom for you to enter, the oak door falling softly shut behind you.
Once inside, Sehun pauses. He pulls you behind him, sideways and up a stairwell, making your way to the second floor and down a hallway. It appears you were right – everyone here is asleep, or on their way there. It is a school night, after all.
Sehun pauses outside room 237 to listen. Stopping beside him, you read and re-read the brass plaque with David’s name. He has a single room – which is ideal, for a prank like this.
Sehun turns. “Can you see into the future?” he whispers, urgent. “Is David asleep right now?”
Looking up at the ceiling, you remember he can’t see. “No,” you respond. “I can only see right in front of me. Physical blocks, like a door, stop my power. I can’t see into his room. But,” you hesitate, leaning forward to listen. “It sounds like he’s asleep. Ah, yep – a snore.”
Nodding, Sehun places his hand upon the doorknob. Pushing open the door, he struggles to remain quiet. You two are lucky, the hinges don’t squeak and David isn’t awake as the door falls shut behind you. Sehun shimmers, suddenly visible and you exhale, seeing you are as well.
David lies flat on his back, curled against the sheets while you glance at Sehun. He wavers, debating before he lowers his brow. “The reason I switched dorms,” Sehun admits, placing his backpack soft on the ground, “was because of something which happened freshman year. I was taking a shower when David stole all my clothes, along with my shower caddy.”
Eyes widening, you stare. “He what?”
Sehun nods. “This was before he knew my power was invisibility, of course. I just walked into my room, put on new clothes and told the RA. But still,” Sehun returns, quietly seething. “What a dick.”
You nod, stifling your laugh at the thought. “Let’s Mento him.”
Sehun’s lip quirks. “A verb? Nice.”
Newly invigorated by this story, you rummage around in the bag. “We should leave him a message,” you stage-whisper, pulling out a marker. “Here,” you instruct, handing Sehun the pen.
Taking this, Sehun loooks up in surprise. “Devious, Y/N. Where should I do this,” he debates, unzipping the front compartment of his backpack. “Should I write on his forehead?”
Snorting, you clasp a hand over your mouth. “Perfect.”
Sehun tugs out a bottle of cola, placing it on David’s shelf to blend in with the rest. “What to write,” he mutters, walking forward. “Something about flying? Because that’s his power.”
Pursing your lips, you tug Sehun’s jacket closer, nerves of the evening finally catching up with you. “With his power? Like what?”
Sehun shrugs. “Er – flyboy?”
“Oh my god,” you choke, body shaking as you try to control your laughter. “That’s horrible – truly awful. No, write something stupid. Like, ‘honk if you like butts.’”
Sehun stares back, appalled. “Honk if you like butts?” he repeats, sounding incredulous before he, too, starts to laugh. “Oh, fuck!” he hisses, jumping back when David turns.
David’s eyelids flutter, flopping onto his side and Sehun’s hand grips your arm. Your bodies quickly wink into nonexistence, the bag visible before you – but then David exhales, slowly relaxing into his pillow.
“Shit,” Sehun exhales, after a minute of silence. “Let’s get out of here.”
You nod, in complete agreement. “Right behind you, invisiboy.”
When Sehun groans, you push him out the door. “Let’s go,” he murmurs, grabbing your hand to walk into the hall.
Following close behind, you’re slightly breathless bursting outside. Sehun doesn’t bother with waiting this time, he simply pushes open the doors to the night and piles outside. Turning the corner, he yanks you with amidst the sound of your giggling. Giggles turn soon to laughter, bursting at the joy of being free.
When Sehun collapses against the wall of the building, shimmering to visibility – you stare at him and grin, shaking your head. When you take a step towards him you trip, foot catching on a root to stumble awkwardly forward. “Whoa,” Sehun grunts, catching you tight to his chest. When you land, his hands slide tight around your waist and when you lean back to look at him – Sehun is already staring.
His eyes are too large, wide in the darkness. Sehun’s breathing softens, chest rising an falling with yours. He looks down at you, hands slowly brushing the skin of your back where your jacket has lifted. Sehun stops, hands trembling as he inhales once, just to himself.
You close your eyes, and –
“I – we shouldn’t.”
As though slapped, your entire body tenses. Slowly, you open your eyes. “What?” you whisper.
Panicking, you grasp for the future and see Sehun walk away. You see him apologize, see him blushing and running a hand through his hair.
Returning to present time, you push yourself backwards. “Right,” you breathe, attempting to stay in control. “Right, this shouldn’t happen. You – me,” a laugh escapes, slightly manic. “Why shouldn’t this happen? Remind me.”
Sehun stares back at you, his expression bleak. “I – Desi talked to me, the other day.”
“She talked to you.”
“Yes,” Sehun seems unsure, then pushes on. “She sat down next to me and she… smiled.”
“She smiled?” you repeat, feeling like a broken record but you can’t help it. The embarrassment, frustration choke your thoughts and you wish with all your heart, Sehun weren’t so fucking blind. Even if he doesn’t like you, even if he feels nothing at all, at least he could have common sense about Desi.
Though Sehun’s eyes narrow, he nods. “Yes, she smiled at me. It’s not much,” he admits, pushing himself from the wall. “She didn’t say that she loves me, or anything like that but I tried. I tried and she responded, it wouldn’t be right to go around kissing other –"
“Okay,” you interrupt, cheeks burning. This is ridiculous, that you’re being rejected without having said anything at all. “Fuck, I’m going back to my dorm. Have fun with your girl, good luck with your life. Here’s your jacket,” you mutter, tearing the sleeves free from your form. “Try not to rip the seams, pulling it over your big head.”
“It’s a zip up,” Sehun explains, when you thrust it at him. “That makes no sense.”
“Whatever.”
Tears brimming in your eyes, you turn away before he can see. A sudden breeze sweeps the quad, making you shiver and your long strides suddenly slow, stopping entirely when you round a corner and sag against the wall.
Staring at the stars, you force yourself to face facts. You like Sehun, you like him, have ever since you interrupted him holding that stupid, yellow rose. It explains this uncomfortable ache inside you, this uncontrollable anger – you’re jealous of Desi. Just thinking about Sehun returning to his dorm, thinking about her and not you – you exhale.
It doesn’t matter, though. Pushing yourself away from the wall, you wipe furiously at your eyes and make your way back to your dorm. Sehun doesn’t like you, that’s now perfectly clear. Despite whatever you thought the two of you had, he doesn’t feel the same way. It’s stupid, to feel so strongly about this.
It’s just that Sehun was the first person in a long time, to make you feel like you weren’t alone. Everything you said to him was really about you. You’re scared of being hurt, of stepping in and being rejected. People don’t understand your power and so, they fear it; Sehun didn’t.
Sehun understood having the power to see more than you should. He got the danger, the temptation and he understood the pitfalls. It’s been so long since you laughed the way that you did in David’s dorm. It’s been so long since you wanted to be intimate, to kiss someone like that and let them know that you care.
Closing the door, you sink back against the frame to stare into the dark. Refusing to turn on the lights, you change quietly before climbing into bed. As you curl on your side and stare at the wall, you hope this entire thing blows over quickly. You hope you forget about Sehun, about these feelings entirely.
As you close your eyes, drifting off into sleep, you realize just how unlikely that is.
• SEHUN •
“Sehun? Sehun?’
Sehun’s head snaps up, confused by his surroundings. He realizes then that he’s fading, body transparent at the edges. “S-sorry,” he stammers, becoming solid. “It won’t happen again.”
Professor Lee nods, returning to the board while Sehun slumps in relief. He’s lucky this class is Theory and Principles of Power Usage – it’s not Philosophy, so Desi doesn’t see his embarrassment. You don’t see either and an uncomfortable silence falls in his thoughts, while Sehun pairs your name with hers.
He wanted to kiss you that night.
Heart leaping, jagged, Sehun remembers wanting to kiss you so badly it hurt. The press of your his hands on his back, the weight of your body on his – Sehun’s eyes fly open, realizing he’s invisible.
God, just the thought of you drives him crazy. For several nights now, he’s dreamt of you, only to feel nothing but guilt the moment he wakes. He’s supposed to like Desi, supposed to like just one girl – since when, is Sehun the kind of guy who can’t just be friends? Since when, does he pin girls against walls like some kind of wild animal? He shouldn’t be thinking about you, Sehun reasons, shouldn’t be thinking about anyone but the girl he likes.
Slowly, Sehun lowers his head to his hands. Desi, he likes Desi. Only five more minutes until the end of class and Sehun looks up at the clock, tapping his pencil and trying not to think about the look in your eyes when you left him. He tries not to think about the smell of your perfume, still lingering on his jacket.
As soon as class is over, Sehun grabs for his backpack. Throwing both notebook and pencil inside, he bolts up the steps and into the hall. Sehun is the first one to leave, practically running while entering the quad but he skids to a stop when he sees, freezing awkwardly – before disappearing entirely.
Desi stands a few feet away, two friends on either side and though Sehun doesn’t recognize the others, they’re close enough that he hears. Desi smiles warmly at someone, using her superpowers to dart behind the back of a tall, good-looking guy Sehun has seen around campus. Sehun watches, as she reaches out to steal his pencil case.
“Something wrong, Chanyeol?” Desi grins, appearing suddenly at his side. The case dangles from her fingertips and when Chanyeol moves to take it back, she pulls swiftly away. Superspeed, so fast that Chanyeol can’t follow.
Stomach sinking, Sehun watches because he knows that guy. That’s Chanyeol – Park Chanyeol, of the Park’s; an entire family of legacies, the lot of them. Each one is a superhero – all but Chanyeol, that is, who’s never displayed any sort of power. He attends the Academy as a Variant, someone whose family has superhero abilities but they do not.
It’s not uncommon. There are many Variants at EA, training for jobs in the real world – things like foreign policy, legal protection and other, necessary tasks to assure the well-being of superheroes. Chanyeol is well-liked, easygoing – but right now he looks on in displeasure, while Desi dangles his pencil case annoyingly before him.
“Come on,” Chanyeol exhales. He doesn’t seem stressed, just pissed. “Give it back. What are you, five?”
Desi grins, batting her eyelashes. “Come and take it from me, Variant,” she taunts.
Sehun snaps.
He can’t quite explain it; he feels as though things have gone scarlet and without meaning to, Sehun finds himself barreling forward. Turning visible between them, Sehun reaches up to pluck the case from her hand. “Thanks,” he nods, handing the pencils to Chanyeol. “My friend, Chanyeol, is always losing things.”
Eyes wide, Desi glances over Sehun’s shoulder. “Your friend?”
Chanyeol seems just as confused, but nods. “Best friends, y’know. We, uh – we bowl together.”
Nodding as well, Sehun’s eyes harden at Desi. “I’m wildly inconsistent at bowling.”
Desi’s eyes narrow and after a moment, she shrugs. “Whatever. Girls,” she adds, glancing at her friends. “Let’s go. The quad has become suddenly… crowded. See you around,” she drawls, directing this mainly to Sehun.
“Doubt it,” Sehun mutters, watching her leave. His arms are folded tightly across his chest, heart beating wildly and legs feeling like Jell-O beneath him. Sehun wonders if he’ll collapse, until Chanyeol clears his throat.
“Uh, thanks,” he offers, when Sehun looks over. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Ah, yeah,” Sehun lowers his arms to his sides. “Sorry about that. I know you can handle yourself, I just,” he exhales, as Desi grows smaller in the distance. “I thought that I knew her. I snapped, when I realized I didn’t.”
“Oh,” Chanyeol nods. “Yeah, that girl’s a nasty piece of work.”
“You don’t say,” Sehun sighs – before freezing.
He’s heard that before. You’ve said that to him before. Back when you met, you told him Desi was mean, said she liked games and Sehun didn’t believe you. Groaning, Sehun realizes what a colossal ass he’s been. “I have to go,” he apologizes, looking away from Chanyeol. “I’ve got somewhere to be – I’m sorry.”
Chanyeol just shrugs, seemin as though he’s trying not to laugh. “Sure, no problem. What was your name?”
“Sehun,” Sehun nods, starting to jog past. “I’m Sehun.”
“Sehun,” Chanyeol waves, turning around. “See you around!”
Waving back at him, Sehun takes off down the quad. After a few steps, Sehun starts to gain speed. He wavers in and out of visibility, sprinting across the campus and while maybe he’s reading into things, that seemed like the start of a friendship. Today might not be a bad day, Sehun decidews. He has the start of a friend, knows the truth about Desi – and then there’s you, of course. Sehun’s legs move faster, hoping – praying – he still has you.
Outside your room, Sehun doesn’t know what to do.
He raises his hand now to knock, before lowering it. He snuck into your dorm, behind some girl he didn’t know and now here he stands, fully visible before your door. Today it’s Friday, meaning you could still be in class, or you could be in your room. Lying lazily on your bed, Sehun standing here and he swallows, glancing off down the hall – he nearly misses it, when your door opens.
Faced with your presence, Sehun jerks back. “Hi,” he manages, sticking out one hand and nearly missing the wall when he leans.
You stare back at him, expression blank. “Hi.”
Sehun swallows. “Hi. Uh, can I come in?”
Exhaling gently, you look down the hall. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
Sehun freezes. “Okay. Well,” he continues, closing his eyes. “Can I at least tell you I’m sorry?”
“Oh?”
Your voice is cold, enough that Sehun looks at you. “Yes,” he affirms. “I wanted to apologize for how I acted.”
“Which part?”
“The part,” Sehun says through gritted teeth, “where I didn’t believe your warning about Desi.”
• Y/N •
Hearing him respond this way, your stomach sinks. When you first opened the door, you were hoping. You saw Sehun standing there and thought maybe he’d realized you like him; you thought maybe he’d chosen you, but now you realize how stupid that was. Sehun doesn’t like you, he just doesn’t like Desi and wants to tell you this, as his friend.
“Okay,” you respond, tilting your head. “What do you want?”
“I want to apologize,” Sehun repeats, tiny furrow in his forehead. “You were right about Desi, I saw her bullying someone on the quad. She’s not a nice person.”
“Yes. I already knew this though,” you repeat, managing to sound bored. “I hope everything turned out fine for them. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
Sehun steps before you, blocking your path. He’s uncertain where this new boldness came from, it’s surprising to both of you. “Wait,” he breathes, unsure what else he can say.
Scowling, you push aside his arm. “Don’t block me,” you snap. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re mad,” Sehun’s insists, heart pounding as he plows ahead. “I know this – I know I should have listened to you. I’m sorry I pushed you away that night, I’m sorry I didn’t –"
“O-kay,” you stop him. Spine stiff, you tug at your backpack. “Don’t apologize to me, you did nothing wrong.” The words are muttered, as you shove carefully past. This is so embarrassing, humiliating that Sehun felt the need to come and apologize – apologize, for leading you on. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get to the library.”
“On a Friday night?” Sehun responds, sounding dubious.
“Yep.” Pulling your door shut, you make sure that it locks. “Don’t wait up.”
Then you walk past, leaving Sehun behind.
• SEHUN •
Sehun stares when you leave, trying to figure out what went wrong. Eventually he gives up, turning around to slide slow down the door. He sits at the bottom, staring out at the hall. Sits and debates if he should wait for your return. About two hours later, Sehun realizes he doesn’t know if you even alone. Your roommate could come home at any minute, which would be awkward.
Then Sehun shrugs, deciding to wait. Who gives a fuck what other people think; all he cares about is you and what you think. He sits there for so long that at some point he sleeps, slumped against the wall. Eventually, Sehun flickers into invisibility; he doesn’t notice you return, only feels when the door opens behind him. “Shit,” Sehun yelps, tumbling backwards.
• SEHUN •
Letting out a shriek, you kick him on reflex. Hand grabbing hold of the door, your other comes to rest on your heart. Seeing Sehun lying on the ground, you exhale shakily. “Sehun?” you return, glancing into your room – then back at him, on the ground. “Have you… just been sitting here all night?”
Groaning out loud, Sehun clutches his shin. “Yes,” he mumbles, pushing himself upwards. “I was waiting for you to come back because I didn’t like the way that we left things.”
You stare, becuase this is wholly unprecedented. Never before, has a guy wanted to talk to you so badly and when you realize this, your weight shifts to your other foot. “Okay,” you hesitate, pushing open the door. “What did you want to say?”
Sehun unfolds long legs, standing as fast as he can. “Inside?” he asks.
After brief pause, you nod. “Come on,” you sigh, walking past.
When Sehun follows, stopping in your room, it makes you realize how tall he is. Flipping on your overhead light, you illuminate the path to your bed. “So?” you respond, dropping your backpack onto the ground. “What’s so important, you had to sit outside my door all night?”
“I can’t stop thinking of you,” Sehun blurts, as though the words are burning his insides.
Gaze snapping upwards, you stare. “Wh-what?”
Sehun’s eyes burn, walking closer. “I can’t get you out of my head, can’t get this out of my head. Even before I saw Desi being like she was – even before, I…” Sehun swallows. “I dream about you. Think about you. I don’t know why I was so blind, but I see it now. You make me feel…. brave,” he finishes, simply.
“I – I don’t understand,” you return, since it doesn’t make sense.
“You make me feel seen. Not literally,” Sehun hastens, when your mouth twitches, “but figuratively. I never wanted to want that because being seen was being vulnerable, I hid from the world because I could. I never stood up for anything, anyone before – well,” Sehun swallows. “I never wanted to be a hero, before you.”
It’s this, which throws you. His confession leaves you frozen; Sehun doesn’t move either, staring at you wide-eyed. He watches you watch him, your expression softening the longer he looks at you.
At last, you shake your head. “I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”
“Well. How do you feel?” Sehun asks, interlacing his hands to appear suddenly anxious. Not that he didn’t before.
“I,” you exhale, torn. “Yes. Maybe?”
“Maybe?” Sehun looks away. “This seems like the kind of thing you’d have a yes or no answer to.”
“Yeah,” you mumble, shaking your head. “it does, doesn’t it? Fine! Yes, I like you. Yes, I wanted you to kiss me that night. Maybe I still do, it’s just – I don’t want to be a rebound, Sehun. You said no to me,” you remind him. “You pushed me away.”
Sehun’s expression twists with the memory. “I know I did. I was confused.”
“Who’s to say you won’t become confused again?” you respond and when Sehun is quiet, you exhale. “I just –”
“Y/N,” Sehun interrupts, walking closer.
When he stops, inches from your face, you tilt your head up. “What are you doing?”
Expression serious, Sehun drops his gaze. “You have superpowers,” he murmurs, moving even lower, “What do you think I’m doing?”
The moment before it happens, you see it. A half-second before his lips touch yours, a shiver trails your spine. Grabbing hold of his jacket, you steady yourself while his hands find your back. The touch of his lips is gentle, soft.
The kiss is short and when Sehun withdraws, he’s stolen more than he thinks he has. Swallowing hard, you open your eyes and meet his gaze.
“Will you,” Sehun starts.
Cutting him off, you see where he’s going. “Yes.”
• Y/N •
Sehun is – unexpected.
Literally. He likes to appear suddenly, sneak up from behind to grab your waist. He buries his face in your shoulder, grinning when you gasp in surprise. He loves dates to the campus cafe, turning you both invisible when the check arrives – only to reappear, laughing hysterically. The jokes he makes are awful, his sense of humor even worse.
Despite this – or perhaps, because of it – you find yourself falling in love with him. It’s the only explanation for how your heart races when with him. For how, whenever Sehun is near, your entire world both narrows and widens. How, when he kisses you, it’s hard to let go. You keep finding new ways to press your body to his, pulling him close and refusing to let go.
The first Monday you date is a crappy one. It stems from the practical you have, completely unable to see a fruit fly’s future. You see the table before you, see the air wavering around it while the fly remains stubbornly fixed in one time. You have no idea why, and by the time you leave class you’re in tears.
When you return to your room that day, there’s a single, long-stemmed blue rose on your comforter. The note next to it reads, ‘Believe in the impossible.'
That’s easy to believe, you think, lying on Sehun’s bed with his hands in your hair. Your head rests in his lap, his long fingers winding through your hair, then releasing. He’s reading, some comic you don’t know the name of. It’s what Sehun does when he’s bored – “studying,” he explains, with air quotes and while Sehun reads, you stare up at the ceiling. The room is built of grainy plaster, cracked by age and water; you trace these cracks with your eyes.
“When did you realize you liked me,” you pose to the air, words soft.
Clearing his throat, Sehun continues to read. “When I thought you were the kind of girl who would let a guy read his comic book in peace.”
Swatting at his elbow, you feel his stomach shake with laughter. “Seriously,” you groan, turning over to see. Draping your arms over his legs, you blink up at him.
“Seriously?” Sehun sets his comic book aside, scooting back to pull you into his lap. “I liked you the moment you said your favorite rose was blue.”
“Oh?” you arch a brow. “Sehun, you’re full of shit,” you laugh, poking him in the side.
“It’s true,” Sehun laughs, squirming. He growls, wrapping both arms around your waist. “I can be invisible when I don’t want to talk. You, I wanted to talk to.”
“What about Desi?” you tease.
Sehun makes a face. “What about who? Dusty?” He bends, starting to tickle you. “Desert?”
Laughing, you shove him away before Sehun tackles you back on the bed. “Sehun,” you gasp, cradling his head with your hands. “St-op!”
Stilling, Sehun plops himself down on your chest. “I don’t know when it started,” he admits, gentle. “Only where it’s led, which is here.” Sehun’s expression turns hesitant, looking at you. “Lying with the girl that I love.”
You struggle to comprehend. “The girl that you… what?"
"Love,” Sehun responds patiently, watching your expression. “I’m in love with you.”
Your gaze flicks into the future.
More afternoons like this one, more nights, more mornings. This room filled with the two of you – together. A fight happens in that corner. Sehun makes it up to there. You blush at the possibility. There’s more, so much and slowly, you sink back on his pillow.
Staring at him, you slide both hands to either side of his face. Sehun lifts himself onto his elbows, tilting his head. “I love you,” you return, somewhat breathily. “I love you, Oh Sehun.”
Eyes darkening, Sehun comes closer. His lips brush yours, hardening when your hands find his body. Sehun’s lips are eager, though they slow when he kneels one leg to either side of your chest. He’s careful with his weight, easing your lips apart with his own, fingers pushing hair back from your face.
This isn’t unusual, kissing. What’s unusual is how you feel right now – how you don’t want to stop, ever again. It feels like you’re drowning, buoyed back to the surface with each breath that you take. Sehun’s touch is both air and water, curving around you, winding its way through your being.
Reaching up, you slide both hands beneath his shirt, coaxing his chest closer to yours.
“Y/N,” Sehun groans, forehead falling forward. “I don’t want to leave tonight.”
Every night before now, he’s left. Every night before, there’s been this voice inside, telling you to hold back. There’s nothing there now, though. Not just because he loves you; more because saying it out loud revealed that you feel this way as well. That’s the funny thing about confessing. Half the time, you’re informing someone; half the time, you’re informing yourself. Before, you would have said you were falling in love with Sehun but saying it out loud, makes you realize you do. You love him, you don’t want him to go.
“I’m not leaving,” you smile. “I don’t want you to go.”
Sehun sighs. “Perfect. Then I won’t.”
He flips you. Switching so you lie on your back, his body cradled between the crux of your thighs. He pulls your leg around his waist, pressing himself down and you groan, feeling Sehun harden. He thrusts into you, rolling his hips while you continue to kiss. The exhale you make is shaky, your eyes closing when you arch up into him.
Sehun’s lips drop to your neck, teasing you with small licks and bites. One hand slides beneath your shirt, unhooking your bra to tug the straps lower. You let him, lifting both arms for him to pull your shirt overhead and when your bra disappears, Sehun sucks in his breath.
He groans, staring at your naked chest; Sehun isn’t a loud person, so it’s maddeningly hot when he gets vocal. Lowering himself to you, Sehun kisses until he finds your nipple with his mouth. His tongue darts to flick, switching to sucking when his other thumb brushes your breast. He works until your hips lift up, grinding against him and forcing Sehun higher.
“Babe,” he whispers, when you tug at his shirt. “You have to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” you blink, exhalted by the sight of his smoothly defined torso. “God.”
The corner of Sehun’s mouth lifts. “See something you like?”
He’s gotten cocky in the past month – annoyingly so, and you reach your hand lower. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you watch his eyes widen in response. His stomach muscles flex, slowly thrusting into your hand. Sehun isn’t wearing underwear, you realize, grasping his outline through the thin material of his sweatpants. Moving lower, you slide over his cock to watch his eyelids flutter shut.
“Shit,” Sehun mutters.
Grinning, you push his pants low and watch his dick spring up, already hard. “Come here,” you exhale, lowering yourself onto your elbows.
Sehun exhales in a hiss, moving closer. He moves his dick to your mouth, watching you tease his tip with your tongue. You let him, until he pushes himself into your mouth and you suck. Accepting his cock eargerly, fucking into your mouth from above.
Running your tongue along the the hard vein of his member, you slide off to stare at the thin, line of saliva you make. Sehun thrusts again, cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag – all while his hands slide into your hair, softening the motion. Eyes watering, you look up at him when he bites down on his lip.
“Fuck,” Sehun hisses, thrusting again. “You look so goddamn pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He watches when you wrap your lips tightly, applying more pressure as you hollow your cheeks. Sehun starts to lose it, when you add the tip of your your tongue. Flicking over his member, lifting a hand to play with his balls.
“Ah,” Sehun moans. His form starts to flicker above you, edges softening with invisibility and when he’s about to come, you pull gently away. “Babe,” he whines, eyes opening. “Why?”
Rather than respond, you undo the top button of your jeans. Sehun freezes in response, staring uncertainly at the sight. Up until now, this is the furthest you’ve gone. Up until now, you’ve only worshiped him with your lips, teeth and tongue.
Now though, you push your jeans and underwear down your legs. Sehun’s pupils dilate. “Are you sure?” he breathes, swallowing.
You slide your hand to his cock, feeling how wet he is with your saliva. “I want this,” you whisper, leaning in to take his ear between your teeth. “Please.”
Sehun scrambles for his end table. “Condom,” he grunts, grasping a packet and ripping it open. He rolls this onto himself, half-collapsing so his chest finds yours. “Wait,” Sehun groans, moving lower. He pushes your hips up, aligning his head – you gasp, when he starts sucking your clit.
Sehun moves hard and fast, licking in circles before he flattens his tongue. He teases until you’re swollen with need, pushing your hips into his face and begging; only then does he withdraw, dropping kisses while he moves his hips to your center. “Now?” Sehun queries, breath warm on your cheek.
You nod, clasping your hands around his back. Sehun inhales, pushing his cock between your legs, guiding until he finds your wetness and then – oh. He enters slowly, making you feel every inch of him. He presses you into the mattress, wrapping your legs tight around his hips. The second thrust, he fills you completely, stretching your walls while your nails dig into his back.
Then he pauses, chest rising and falling with yours. When Sehun looks at you, you understand what he’s feeling. Whether it’s because he says it right now, sometime in the future, you’re unsure but when he moves again, pushing into your body – you gasp.
Lifting your hips upwards, Sehun catches your lip between his teeth. “Fuck,” he mutters, filling you entirely. Your legs are wrapped tight around him, allowing Sehun to set the pace and what starts off as slow, gradually becomes rougher. He slides one hand beneath your knee, pulling you up until he hits your g-spot.
“Sehun,” you whimper, pulling him closer. His hips brush your clit, pelvis rocking into yours and his cock withdraws, only to sink deeper. He sets a pace both too much and not enough; you clutch at him tighter, matching his thrusts with your hips.
Cursing, Sehun’s hips sharpen, unyielding even though his gaze remains soft. When you kiss, his tongue dances with yours, feeling you gradually tighten around him. Body on edge, unable to think, you moan when he fucks you. Sehun’s hands are somehow everywhere; in your hair, down your body and when one slips in between your thighs – you come apart. Breaking beneath him, unable to think while you wrap yourself around him.
Hearing the noise of your exclamation, seeing your face, Sehun lasts only a few more strokes before comes as well. You feel him shudder into the condom, movements slowing as he hovers above you. Sehun pulls out of you gently, removing the condom to drop into the trash. He falls beside you, pulling you into his frame to kiss the top of your forehead.
“I meant what I said,” Sehun responds softly, tugging you closer.
“Which part?” you ask.
“You make me feel strong,” he admits, eyes shining.
Heart almost too full to understand, you brush your lips to his. “That makes two of us.”
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Blue Roses (M)
Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of Exordia Academy - a series of ongoing one shots with @underthejoon
Creative Content Contributors: moodboard by @baebae-goodnight (a GODDESS)
Pairing: reader / Sehun
Rating: 18 + (explicit sex)
Word Count: 9,833
Superpower: Invisibility
Summary: Sehun remembers the very first time he turned invisible. It was in his primary school days, he was performing Tap Solo #5 in the middle of the stage. Sehun entered from stage left, promptly forgetting the very first move. His legs faltered, mind went blank – and sudden screams erupted from the audience, when Sehun’s body disappeared. His family moved the next week. This kind of thing becomes normal, though – until the day Sehun is invisible, and you see him anyways.
• SEHUN •
Sehun stands invisible.
That’s not the odd part, what’s odd is that he’s considering the opposite. Standing rooted to the ground, Sehun considers becoming visible, letting others see him the way he truly is. He thinks abou walking the twenty or so paces to where she’s sitting and dropping the flower he holds into her lap. Sehun looks down at the rose in his hand, rolling his eyes when he realizes he can’t see it.
Sehun takes a step forward, then oen more back before he exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose. He can do this, he knows that he can. It’s just that Desi is so pretty, with that long, flowing hair and smooth skin. She has the soft kind of lips, ones he can’t help but want to kiss. Sehun knows that he’s staring, knows that he’s looking but can’t bring himself to care. It doesn’t matter, not really because Desi can’t see him.
She turns, laughing at something her friend says and Sehun recoils away from the sound. He sighs. She can’t even see him, and he’s already nervous. Pushing a hand through his hair, Sehun lets blonde locks fall flat around his face. He hopes it makes him look nonchalant, since he feels desperately opposite.
Sehun has been crushing on Desi this entire year, ever since she arrived at Exordia Academy in August. The nickname is short for Desdemona, something Desi announced with a scowl on the very first day.
“Why would someone name their child after a tragedy?” she winced, shaking her head before looking pleadingly at their Philosophy class. “No, Desi is fine.”
Sehun sat up straight because for once, he wanted to be seen and Desi looked straight through him. That was the moment he realized, the moment Sehun decided to try and become more than what he is. When one has the capability to become invisble, it’s easy not to be seen. It’s an unfortunate habit of Sehun’s, because when there are no consequences for actions – what’s to stop him from just disappearing entirely?
It’s a lonely, boring life but it’s also a safe one. Strange, isn’t it, how humans detest change. Change is the great instigator, the wheel which turns the world and although it creates, it also destroys. Sehun would rather stay out of the fray, would rather sit invisible and watch because that’s what he’s good at.
With Desi though, Sehun wants to act. He wants to explain, to remove this lump from his throat and, staring at her now, Sehun swallows. He’s still standing behind this hedge, completely invisible and trying to convince himself not to be.
“You don’t want to give her that.”
Looking up, Sehun is startled to find you looking straight at him.
• Y/N •
Tilting your head, you finally interrupt the thoughts of the boy you’ve been staring at for the past five minutes. Or – huh, has it been five minutes? Frown tugging at your lips, you try to recall because honestly, time is hard for you.
He turns to look at you. Glancing down, he sees that yes, he’s invisible and yet here you are, talking to him. “I,” the guy pauses, shaking his head. “Are you talking to me?”
Nodding, you hop down from the wall you’re sitting on. “Yes, I’m looking at you. Do you see anyone else here?”
The guy pauses, obviously confused. “Well, no,” he manages. “But then – I don’t see myself, either. I’m currently invisible.”
Oh. “Ah,” you blush. “Right, sorry. You’re using a power, aren’t you? Camouflage?” Looking directly at him, you squint – as though trying to distinguish him from air. “Invisibility?”
“Invisibility,” Sehun blinks, before shaking his head. “Who are you?”
“Y/N,” you grin, sticking out your hand. “Power of precognition, nice to meet you.”
He continues to stare, now at your hand. “But,” the guy hesitates, unsure. “I’ve met people with precognition before and none of them could see me in the future, not when I was invisible.”
When he says this, your smile falters. “Yes, well – my precognition is rather odd. I see only one future, the true one. It’s odd,” you muse, expression thoughtful. “My precognition sees through certain powers. I can see Blocks when they’re turning off other powers, Empaths when they’re reflecting, Invisibility,” you add, waving your hand.
He quirks his head, now interested. “For everyone? Everywhere? Wow,” he laughs. “That’s quite a power. Oh,” he flushes, shaking his head. “And I’m sorry, I’m Sehun.”
“Hi, Sehun,” you respond, before your smile drops. “But no, I don’t see everything. Only my immediate surroundings and even then, only a few seconds into the future. If I care to use my power at all, that is. I try not to, but for some reason, I saw you.”
Sehun blinks. “So, what – you saw a future version of me?”
You shrug, turning to look at Desi. “About one-fifth of a second. I think. I’m seeing the true you now, the visible one. Its inconvenient,” you wince. “It’s an echo, I hear your words twice and have to wait for the right moment to respond.”
Sehun considers this, then shimmers into being and to everyone else, it must seem as though he’s stepped from thin air. “Helpful,” you smile. “It’s a headache to use my powers like that. Especially when I’m trying to see just one thing,” you sigh before, eyes widening, you whip suddenly around. “Watch out!”
A head jerks up from across the quad. It’s some guy – Baekhyun, you think? – who throws up his hand. A wall of water appears to block the frisbee spinning crazily towards him and Baekhyun scows, dropping both water and frisbee to glare at someone else between trees.
“Jongin, you ass!” Baekhyun yells. “No, don’t pull that crap on me – I know you know how to throw a frisbee. That’s your whole freaking power,” he fumes, stomping to where a very attractive guy lies cackling in the grass.
Smiling, you turn away from the scene. “Anyways.”
Sehun is still looking but when he realizes you’re staring at him, he frowns. “Why don’t I want to give her it?”
Now, it’s your turn to be confused. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Before,” Sehun nods at the rose in his hand. “You said, ‘you don’t want to give her that.’”
“Oh,” you laugh. “Right – yeah, I wouldn’t.”
“And – why not?” he asks, gaze surprisingly earnest.
“Well. It’s yellow,” you respond, as though it’s entirely obvious. “Yellow roses signify friendship and I assume you’re not just asking Desi to be a friend?”
Sehun shakes his head quickly no.
“Right,” you nod. “Then don’t give her a yellow rose. Red is for love. White, for purity. Pink, for gratitude. Yellow is friendship.”
“I,” Sehun pauses, somewhat speechless. “Do all girls know this?” he wonders, looking at the flower he holds. “Is there some secret code you all learn, a manual you read?”
Raising both eyebrows, you grin. “I don’t know if all girls know it, but I do. Meaning, I wouldn’t want you to risk it.”
“Huh.” Sehun considers, then slides his rose into the hedge. The yellow stands out, bright against the emerald green. “Thanks, for telling me.”
“Not a problem,” you wave your hand. “Easy mistake.”
Sehun’s mouth twists ot suppress his smile. “What’s your favorite rose color, then? Pink for gratitude seems appropriate, right about now.”
You’re surprised by this and respond, “Blue,” before you can stop yourself.
“Blue?” Sehun seems puzzled. “What does blue signify?”
“The unattainable,” you explain to him softly. “The impossible. Unattainable, impossible love.”
Sehun’s gaze seems to peer inwards. “That’s beautiful,” he allows, looking over at Desi – who currently, is surrounded by many admirers. “Maybe I’ll give her a blue rose.”
Following his gaze, you frown. “You know,” you start, then shake your head. “Ah, never mind.”
“What?” Sehun looks back at you, curious. “What did you want to say?”
“It’s nothing,” you mumble. “Don’t worry about it.”
Sehun laughs, the first real sound that he’s made. His eyes crinkle at the corners, which catches you off guard because he’s rather attractive. You didn’t notice before – probably because he was holding a flower for someone else and you aren’t into lost causes. Now that you look though, you see Sehun is nice-looking. Very much so, with that jawline and those cheekbones. You absently wonder why someone like him chooses to be invisible.
“You need to say it now,” Sehun demands, a smile playing at his lips. “It’s only fair, since I can’t use my powers on you. Let’s level the playing field, shall we?”
Exhaling through your teeth, you glance over at Desi. “Alright, fine. It’s just – well,” you sigh. “I was going to say, don’t give her that flower.”
Sehun stares at you, before nodding. “I know – yellow, bad. Got it.”
“No,” you exhale. “I meant, don’t give Desi any flower. Not just that one.”
Sehun draws back. “I don’t understand. Why not?”
“Because,” you wine, looking at the ground. This is awkward, you shouldn’t have said anything. “Desi is, well – she’s not a very nice person,” you admit and when you glance back up, a muscle ticks in Sehun’s jaw.
“Oh?” he asks, more closed off than before. “How so?”
“She’s not nice to those she sees as beneath her,” you blurt, because apparently you’re uncontrollable.
Sehun raises his eyebrows. “You know this from personal experience?”
That’s not something you want to talk about though, so you shrug. “I’ve heard things.”
“Right,” Sehun’s nods, mouth thinning. “Then let me say that, from personal experience, I’ve never seen Desi be mean. It’s part of why I like her. Not,” he half-laughs, shoving a hand through his hair, “that I need to explain that fact to you.”
“Right,” you huff, a kernel of anger starting to unfold in your stomach. “I guess you’d know, wouldn’t you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sehun asks, sounding defensive.
“I mean,” you say, stepping forward to poke Sehun – hard – in the chest. He stares down at the motion, visibly surprised. “You spend all your time watching, don’t you? You watch, you idealize, but you never actually do anything yourself. I’m not surprised you don’t see who she really is,” you declare. “It’s not as if you have experience to go by.”
Sehun’s mouth drops. “That’s,” he sputters. “Completely ridiculous.”
Arching a brow, you frown. “Is it? Tell m, Sehun,” you huff. “When was the last time you initiated conversation ? The last time you asked out a girl? The last time you stood up for something – someone – you believed in?”
Sehun stares back at you, furious. “I don’t – I don’t know. Happy?” he demands, cheeks red. “I’m pathetic, I’m a loser. Like I didn’t know that already,” he mutters, before disappearing. The air ripples around you, and Sehun returns to invisibility.
You don’t move, veins still-buzzed with adrenaline.
Instead you stare at the place he once stood, debating about whether or not you should use your powers. After what you just said to him – shaking your head, you turn away. This was so unlike you, to call him out like that. To just start yelling at a stranger, small wonder Sehun got defensive; small wonder, he told you to fuck off.
Except he didn’t, you realize. Stomach sinking, you realize Sehun didn’t yell at you, he didn’t swear, he didn’t do anything but agree and as soon as you realize this, you turn back around. Though you look, though you search, staring into the future – Sehun isn’t there. He’s already left.
Turning slowly around, you walk into your next class. You don’t know what possessed, snapping at him like that and, slamming your books on the table, you sink into your seat. Desi gets under your skin, that’s all. She used to live in your dorm, used to sleep on your floor and it wasn’t just the one time, you saw her picking on other girls. She liked whispering behind backs, throwing sidelong gazes and words like stones. She liked spreading rumors, cutting others down – you hate people like that.
Sehun seems nice. He was nice today, which you suppose is why you didn’t want Desi to take advantage of him. It’s none of your business, though, who he dates or doesn’t date and sighing, you push open your textbook. If Sehun wants to date Desi, he should. It’s just – you hesitate.
The thought of him being hurt pains you.
Too often at Exordia Academy, the people with passive powers get the shaft. You, with precognition; Sehun, with invisibility. Those aren’t ‘fighting’ powers, not like Baekhyun, with Aquakinesis or Jongdae, with strength. Those are powers which save the world; not yours, who only sees a few measly seconds into the future.
It’s not that your power doesn’t come in handy, it does. In a fight, you know where your opponent will be, seconds before they get there. You know how to block them and punch, how to flip and kick and strike. It’s rare that you lose, when you’re fighting a human. That’s the problem, though. Your enemy isn’t always human.
Understanding this, you sink low into your seat and staring out the window, you feel certain Sehun understands. Just from some of the things he said, how he oftentimes feels useless – he likely doesn’t understand how his invisibility can help. Desi’s power is active; super-speed, or something like that.
She wouldn’t understand Sehun, not how you do.
• SEHUN •
Hovering, Sehun stands just outside his classroom. He’s visible, completely on display and everyone can see him but funnily enough, no one does. Taking a slow step forward, Sehun braces himself and walks into the room. Descending the stairs, he pauses at the second row – before taking a deep breath to turn sideways.
Lowering himself into the seat, Sehun’s heart hammers loud in his chest. He forces himself to relax, breathe normally but this is the row that she sits in. Desi always sits in the second row of the classroom, and now Sehun is sitting here as well, which means –
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
Sehun looks up, mouth drying at the proximity. Desi stares back, her dark eyes gentle and soft. She smiles at his stare, which sends Sehun’s heart into overdrive. Shaking his head no, he feels somewhat dazed by her presence.
Sehun stands, pencil falling onto the floor. “Sorry,” he mutters, bending to grab it – and accidentally knocking heads with her, on the way down. Sehun’s gaze snaps up.
Desi stares back, wide-eyed. “I’m sorry,” she apologies and retreats – her form blurs with the motion, too fast for Sehun to see. Super-speed, he recalls. “Sometimes I forget about my powers.”
Standing before her, Sehun holds his pencil firm in his grasp. “It’s okay,” he manages. “I forget sometimes, too.”
Desi just looks at him. “I’m sorry,” she laughs, a tinkling sound. “I don’t think we’ve met – I’m Desi.”
“Sehun,” he nods, stepping aside in case she wants to walk past – and to his surprise, Desi does. “I usually sit in the back,” Sehun explains, lowering himself into the seat beside her.
“Ah,” she nods, continuing to look. “I wondered. You have a face I’d remember seeing.”
Sehun flushes beet-red. “Oh.”
Giggling, Desi pokes his arm. “You’re cute – did you know that?”
Before Sehun can respond, the professor enters – thank god, because whatever was about to come out of Sehun’s mouth was not coherent. Desi faces forward and Sehun follows suit, staring up at the blackboard and listening to nothing for the rest of Philosophy.
When class ends, Desi stands to stretch both arms overhead. “Well,” she smiles, somewhat flirtatiously. “I’ll see you around, Sehun.”
Walking past, the scent of her shampoo lingers and Sehun stares, hardly able to believe his luck. Desi saw him, and she didn’t look away. Then Sehun falters because, oddly enough, his next thought is of you. He keeps thinking about what you told him, about what you said about Desi.
But still. Sehun did something, he went after what he wanted and a small, bubble of pride swells at the thought. Climbing the stairs from the classroom, Sehun remembers your conversation. Unnerving, really, how easily you read him.
It’s true, Sehun does hide behind his powers. It’s something he knows about himself but with no one around to call him out, things typically just continue. Sehun isn’t sure where this trepidation came from, only that once it began it was near-impossible to stop.
It’s hard, looking yourself in the mirror and if you never had to again, would you still do it? Shaking his head, Sehun exhales. He knows his current life isn’t real. He knows that watching others, following others, seeing others – makes him an observer, it doesn’t make him a hero.
Pulling on the straps of his backpack, Sehun lifts his head as he walks. Not anymore, he nods, this is something he’ll change about himself and for some reason, Sehun wants you to know.
It’s while he thinks this, there’s a commotion at the end of the hall. Some legacy, David, barreling towards him; he’s half-running, not paying attention to where he’s going and while Sehun stands watching, one of his shoelaces comes undone. David trips, sprawled across the hall to knock into someone else and send them both tumbling onto the ground. The two disentangle, pushing awkwardly up to their feet and David lets out a groan, swatting clear at his jacket.
“This is Versace,” he huffs, twisting to look at the back. “Look where you’re going, you freakish head case.”
Staring at David, the other guy snorts. “Head case?” he asks, stepping forward. “Oh, right, because I can see your thoughts. Huh. Interesting. Is that what you’d look like, sucking my dick? Weird, but kind to think about, David.”
“Fuck you, Kyungsoo,” David spits, pushing angrily past. “I’d watch your back, if I were you.”
Kyungsoo – a telepath. Sehun snickers at this, watching Kyungsoo bend to pick up his things. He sees all this from behind the water fountain and starts to move, wanting to say something but stops – suddenly unsure. Kyungsoo has already picked up his books, is already leaving and Sehun realizes that once again, he acted too late.
Cursing softly to himself, Sehun looks around. In the few times he’s talked to David, none have been pleasant but Kyungsoo is decent, Sehun knows him from class. He’s another one with passive power, telepathy of some kind and Kyungsoo is dating a block, as Sehun recalls. He saw them together in the dining hall, looking sickeningly happy and from what Sehun has seen, Kyungsoo isn’t the kind to start fights. It makes Sehun want to help, somehow.
It’s your words, once more, coming to mind. When was the last time Sehun stood up for something – someone – he cared about? Anger flaring in his stomach, Sehun narrows his eyes. Why wait for the future to change? Sehun inahles, hiking up his backpack. Why not serve justice tonight?
Stepping outside, Sehun squints at the sun.
Tonight, he’s going to prank David.
• SEHUN •
Leaving his dorm, Sehun glamours himself invisible.
Wrapping his power tightly, he glances covertly aside. Sehun doesn’t know why he does it, more out of habit than anything else because no matter how often he becomes invisible, it’s a hard thing to get used to. It’s hard to feel fine with the sensation of looking down and seeing nothing, to know the ground but see nothing where your legs should be.
Sehun walks fast and as he does, the items in his backpack clunk together, making stealth frighteningly difficult. Pausing behind a bush, Sehun closes his eyes and wishes he’d brought some fabric to tie around the bottles, anything to soften the noise.
“Hi!” you grin, popping into view.
Jerking himself backwards, Sehun lets out a swear. “Fuck,” he exhales, clutching his chest. “Stop doing that.”
“Sorry,” you grin, peering curiously at the backpack, then ski cap. “You going to rob a bank?”
Sehun winces. “Uh, nope. I – no, nope. It’s more that,” he wipes at his forehead. “I thought I heard a raccoon. Outside. There’s a raccoon outside.”
For a moment, you can only stare. “Wow, you’re a horrible liar.”
Sehun winces. “Would a squirrel have been more believable?”
• Y/N •
Wow, he is not good at this. Snorting, you grab for his arm – yelping, when your arm disappears. “What the hell?” you gasp, throwing his sleeve away.
Fighting back a grin, Sehun adjusts the cap on his head. “Sorry,” he apologizes. “I’m using my power to glamour my backpack, I wasn’t expecting you to touch me as well. Accidentally projected.”
“I,” you squint at him, then frown. “You can do that – you can project your power?”
Sehun slowly nods. “Yeah. Rough time in high school, let me tell you that. Remind me to tell you about the one time I had sex and accidentally turned her invisible. Couldn’t figure out how to fix it for two hours and by then,” Sehun seems thoughtful. “She was pretty over it. Things were made much more difficult, by the fact that I couldn’t see.”
The thought of Sehun having sex, well – you flush. The thought is uncomfortable, but not in a bad way and Sehun likes Desi, not you. Remembering this sends cold water down your spine, despite the fact that Baekhyun is nowhere to be seen.
“That’s cool that you project,” you murmur, reaching for distraction.
Sehun nods, thumbs still stuck in his backpack. “It consumes a lot of energy but yeah, I can.”
“Neat.” The air is silent, tense between you. “So,” you nod at Sehun’s backpack. “What’s with the ammo?”
Sehun smiles mysteriously. “Shh,” he whispers, yanking you quick behind a hedge. Form shimmering, you see him become visible. “Bottles,” he explains, pulling a Coca-Cola bottle out half-way. “I placed Mentos in all of them, so when David opens one, it will explode.”
“David?” you repeat, stunned. “You’re pranking David – that flying, legacy ass?”
Sehun fights back a grin. “You know him?”
“Hm,” you muse, tapping your chin. “You know, David once lifted my friend’s skirt in public. Kind of by accident, but still – I’m in.”
Sehun freezes, eyes wide. “You... want to help?”
Nodding, you shrug. “What, you didn’t think you could pull this off on your own, did you?”
“Because I never do anything, right?” Sehun responds, expression innocent. “That’s what you mean?”
“No,” you falter, looking down at your shoes. “Sehun – ah, I’m sorry I said that to you. It wasn’t fair.”
Gaze softening, Sehun continues to look at you. “Maybe not,” he admits, “some of it was true.”
Looking up at him, you sigh. “I only said it, because I know what it’s like.”
Sehun nods. “I only reacted that way, because I know that it’s true. You sure you’re not some kind of mind reader?” he asks, tilting his head.
Forcing aside your laugh, you peer out from the hedge. “Nope, not a mind reader. So – Hardy boy, what’s the plan? Are we planting these bottles in his room, or what?”
“The Hardy boys were crime solvers,” Sehun corrects, moving beside you. “They would never pull a dastardly prank such as this.” The warmth of his body is distracting, enough that you shiver and Sehun notices. “Don’t you have a jacket?” he mumbles, lips close to your ear.
Shaking your head no, you stubbornly refuse to look at him. “Nope,” you admit.
Before you can say more, he drapes soft leather across your shoulders. Gaze darting up, you see Sehun zipping his crewneck higher. “What?” he asks, somewhat defensive. “Can’t have you dying of frostbite on our very first raid.”
Nodding, you don’t trust yourself to speak and when Sehun walks away, the outline of him glimmers. He’s invisible, you realize, vacillating between future and the present. When you look back down, you yelp, realizing so are you and Sehun’s eyes widen, doubling back to clamp one hand over your mouth.
“Quiet,” he whispers. “You’ll give away our position.”
Looking up at him, you watch Sehun slowly withdraw his hand from your mouth. With sudden concentration, you push your vision to the future, sighing in relief when your body flickers to view. “Thank god,” you murmur, surveying your hands.
“It’s odd, isn’t it?” Sehun muses, somewhere to your right.
It must be strange for him; seeing nothing, talking to nothing. Staring at the space you know him to be, you allow yourself to slip into nothing. Letting go of your powers, you feel, rather than see Sehun’s hand in yours.
“Just while we walk,” he allows, tugging you forward. “I’m used to being invisible. You’re not.”
Though you nod, you know he can’t see. It’s odd, knowing you exist but unable to confirm said fact. It’s strange, how often you glance at your body. How often you touch yourself to verify you’re there. You’re here, you know this – but there’s nothing to confirm said fact.
Head spinning, you let Sehun lead you across campus. Invisibility must have been terrifying. growing up. Not being able to control it, not being able to say when you existed and when you didn’t; it’s small wonder Sehun keeps to himself, small wonder he’s scared of letting others close. He’s never quite certain when he might fade away.
As though sensing your thoughts, Sehun’s grip tightens in yours. Slowing to a halt, he stops outside a worn brick building. Stone and ivy stare down as you whisper, “What now?”
The hour is late. It was around 11:30 PM you ran into Sehun and by any sort of logic, David must be asleep. Looking up at Sehun, you shift your vision a few seconds into the future.
“He sleeps in that room,” Sehun announces, pointing to the last window on the second floor. “I know that, because I used to sleep in the room beside him.”
Gaze following his finger, you light your eyebrows. “Are we just going to walk inside?”
Flicking your vision into the future, you see Sehun grin. “One of the many perks to being invisible.”
When he says this, a soft buzz travels your skin and you begin to see the perks to this power. It’s strange, this; both scary and appealing. There’s a freedom which comes from being unseen, from having no judgement or perception. You’re free of all the rules, of social constructs and consequences; without realizing it, you smile.
“I’m beginning to see the appeal of this.”
Sehun laughs, eyes crinkling. “Come on.”
Grabbing his hand, you let your power drop. The two of you wait, Sehun leaning against the frame while searching for the perfect opening and when a gaggle of freshmen pass, he tugs you along with. There’s barely enough rooom for you to enter, the oak door falling softly shut behind you.
Once inside, Sehun pauses. He pulls you behind him, sideways and up a stairwell, making your way to the second floor and down a hallway. It appears you were right – everyone here is asleep, or on their way there. It is a school night, after all.
Sehun pauses outside room 237 to listen. Stopping beside him, you read and re-read the brass plaque with David’s name. He has a single room – which is ideal, for a prank like this.
Sehun turns. “Can you see into the future?” he whispers, urgent. “Is David asleep right now?”
Looking up at the ceiling, you remember he can’t see. “No,” you respond. “I can only see right in front of me. Physical blocks, like a door, stop my power. I can’t see into his room. But,” you hesitate, leaning forward to listen. “It sounds like he’s asleep. Ah, yep – a snore.”
Nodding, Sehun places his hand upon the doorknob. Pushing open the door, he struggles to remain quiet. You two are lucky, the hinges don’t squeak and David isn’t awake as the door falls shut behind you. Sehun shimmers, suddenly visible and you exhale, seeing you are as well.
David lies flat on his back, curled against the sheets while you glance at Sehun. He wavers, debating before he lowers his brow. “The reason I switched dorms,” Sehun admits, placing his backpack soft on the ground, “was because of something which happened freshman year. I was taking a shower when David stole all my clothes, along with my shower caddy.”
Eyes widening, you stare. “He what?”
Sehun nods. “This was before he knew my power was invisibility, of course. I just walked into my room, put on new clothes and told the RA. But still,” Sehun returns, quietly seething. “What a dick.”
You nod, stifling your laugh at the thought. “Let’s Mento him.”
Sehun’s lip quirks. “A verb? Nice.”
Newly invigorated by this story, you rummage around in the bag. “We should leave him a message,” you stage-whisper, pulling out a marker. “Here,” you instruct, handing Sehun the pen.
Taking this, Sehun loooks up in surprise. “Devious, Y/N. Where should I do this,” he debates, unzipping the front compartment of his backpack. “Should I write on his forehead?”
Snorting, you clasp a hand over your mouth. “Perfect.”
Sehun tugs out a bottle of cola, placing it on David’s shelf to blend in with the rest. “What to write,” he mutters, walking forward. “Something about flying? Because that’s his power.”
Pursing your lips, you tug Sehun’s jacket closer, nerves of the evening finally catching up with you. “With his power? Like what?”
Sehun shrugs. “Er – flyboy?”
“Oh my god,” you choke, body shaking as you try to control your laughter. “That’s horrible – truly awful. No, write something stupid. Like, ‘honk if you like butts.’”
Sehun stares back, appalled. “Honk if you like butts?” he repeats, sounding incredulous before he, too, starts to laugh. “Oh, fuck!” he hisses, jumping back when David turns.
David’s eyelids flutter, flopping onto his side and Sehun’s hand grips your arm. Your bodies quickly wink into nonexistence, the bag visible before you – but then David exhales, slowly relaxing into his pillow.
“Shit,” Sehun exhales, after a minute of silence. “Let’s get out of here.”
You nod, in complete agreement. “Right behind you, invisiboy.”
When Sehun groans, you push him out the door. “Let’s go,” he murmurs, grabbing your hand to walk into the hall.
Following close behind, you’re slightly breathless bursting outside. Sehun doesn’t bother with waiting this time, he simply pushes open the doors to the night and piles outside. Turning the corner, he yanks you with amidst the sound of your giggling. Giggles turn soon to laughter, bursting at the joy of being free.
When Sehun collapses against the wall of the building, shimmering to visibility – you stare at him and grin, shaking your head. When you take a step towards him you trip, foot catching on a root to stumble awkwardly forward. “Whoa,” Sehun grunts, catching you tight to his chest. When you land, his hands slide tight around your waist and when you lean back to look at him – Sehun is already staring.
His eyes are too large, wide in the darkness. Sehun’s breathing softens, chest rising an falling with yours. He looks down at you, hands slowly brushing the skin of your back where your jacket has lifted. Sehun stops, hands trembling as he inhales once, just to himself.
You close your eyes, and –
“I – we shouldn’t.”
As though slapped, your entire body tenses. Slowly, you open your eyes. “What?” you whisper.
Panicking, you grasp for the future and see Sehun walk away. You see him apologize, see him blushing and running a hand through his hair.
Returning to present time, you push yourself backwards. “Right,” you breathe, attempting to stay in control. “Right, this shouldn’t happen. You – me,” a laugh escapes, slightly manic. “Why shouldn’t this happen? Remind me.”
Sehun stares back at you, his expression bleak. “I – Desi talked to me, the other day.”
“She talked to you.”
“Yes,” Sehun seems unsure, then pushes on. “She sat down next to me and she... smiled.”
“She smiled?” you repeat, feeling like a broken record but you can’t help it. The embarrassment, frustration choke your thoughts and you wish with all your heart, Sehun weren’t so fucking blind. Even if he doesn’t like you, even if he feels nothing at all, at least he could have common sense about Desi.
Though Sehun’s eyes narrow, he nods. “Yes, she smiled at me. It’s not much,” he admits, pushing himself from the wall. “She didn’t say that she loves me, or anything like that but I tried. I tried and she responded, it wouldn’t be right to go around kissing other –"
“Okay,” you interrupt, cheeks burning. This is ridiculous, that you’re being rejected without having said anything at all. “Fuck, I’m going back to my dorm. Have fun with your girl, good luck with your life. Here’s your jacket,” you mutter, tearing the sleeves free from your form. “Try not to rip the seams, pulling it over your big head.”
“It’s a zip up,” Sehun explains, when you thrust it at him. “That makes no sense.”
“Whatever.”
Tears brimming in your eyes, you turn away before he can see. A sudden breeze sweeps the quad, making you shiver and your long strides suddenly slow, stopping entirely when you round a corner and sag against the wall.
Staring at the stars, you force yourself to face facts. You like Sehun, you like him, have ever since you interrupted him holding that stupid, yellow rose. It explains this uncomfortable ache inside you, this uncontrollable anger – you’re jealous of Desi. Just thinking about Sehun returning to his dorm, thinking about her and not you – you exhale.
It doesn’t matter, though. Pushing yourself away from the wall, you wipe furiously at your eyes and make your way back to your dorm. Sehun doesn’t like you, that’s now perfectly clear. Despite whatever you thought the two of you had, he doesn’t feel the same way. It’s stupid, to feel so strongly about this.
It’s just that Sehun was the first person in a long time, to make you feel like you weren’t alone. Everything you said to him was really about you. You’re scared of being hurt, of stepping in and being rejected. People don’t understand your power and so, they fear it; Sehun didn’t.
Sehun understood having the power to see more than you should. He got the danger, the temptation and he understood the pitfalls. It’s been so long since you laughed the way that you did in David’s dorm. It’s been so long since you wanted to be intimate, to kiss someone like that and let them know that you care.
Closing the door, you sink back against the frame to stare into the dark. Refusing to turn on the lights, you change quietly before climbing into bed. As you curl on your side and stare at the wall, you hope this entire thing blows over quickly. You hope you forget about Sehun, about these feelings entirely.
As you close your eyes, drifting off into sleep, you realize just how unlikely that is.
• SEHUN •
“Sehun? Sehun?’
Sehun’s head snaps up, confused by his surroundings. He realizes then that he’s fading, body transparent at the edges. “S-sorry,” he stammers, becoming solid. “It won’t happen again.”
Professor Lee nods, returning to the board while Sehun slumps in relief. He’s lucky this class is Theory and Principles of Power Usage – it’s not Philosophy, so Desi doesn’t see his embarrassment. You don’t see either and an uncomfortable silence falls in his thoughts, while Sehun pairs your name with hers.
He wanted to kiss you that night.
Heart leaping, jagged, Sehun remembers wanting to kiss you so badly it hurt. The press of your his hands on his back, the weight of your body on his – Sehun’s eyes fly open, realizing he’s invisible.
God, just the thought of you drives him crazy. For several nights now, he’s dreamt of you, only to feel nothing but guilt the moment he wakes. He’s supposed to like Desi, supposed to like just one girl – since when, is Sehun the kind of guy who can’t just be friends? Since when, does he pin girls against walls like some kind of wild animal? He shouldn’t be thinking about you, Sehun reasons, shouldn’t be thinking about anyone but the girl he likes.
Slowly, Sehun lowers his head to his hands. Desi, he likes Desi. Only five more minutes until the end of class and Sehun looks up at the clock, tapping his pencil and trying not to think about the look in your eyes when you left him. He tries not to think about the smell of your perfume, still lingering on his jacket.
As soon as class is over, Sehun grabs for his backpack. Throwing both notebook and pencil inside, he bolts up the steps and into the hall. Sehun is the first one to leave, practically running while entering the quad but he skids to a stop when he sees, freezing awkwardly – before disappearing entirely.
Desi stands a few feet away, two friends on either side and though Sehun doesn’t recognize the others, they’re close enough that he hears. Desi smiles warmly at someone, using her superpowers to dart behind the back of a tall, good-looking guy Sehun has seen around campus. Sehun watches, as she reaches out to steal his pencil case.
“Something wrong, Chanyeol?” Desi grins, appearing suddenly at his side. The case dangles from her fingertips and when Chanyeol moves to take it back, she pulls swiftly away. Superspeed, so fast that Chanyeol can’t follow.
Stomach sinking, Sehun watches because he knows that guy. That’s Chanyeol – Park Chanyeol, of the Park’s; an entire family of legacies, the lot of them. Each one is a superhero – all but Chanyeol, that is, who’s never displayed any sort of power. He attends the Academy as a Variant, someone whose family has superhero abilities but they do not.
It’s not uncommon. There are many Variants at EA, training for jobs in the real world – things like foreign policy, legal protection and other, necessary tasks to assure the well-being of superheroes. Chanyeol is well-liked, easygoing – but right now he looks on in displeasure, while Desi dangles his pencil case annoyingly before him.
“Come on,” Chanyeol exhales. He doesn’t seem stressed, just pissed. “Give it back. What are you, five?”
Desi grins, batting her eyelashes. “Come and take it from me, Variant,” she taunts.
Sehun snaps.
He can’t quite explain it; he feels as though things have gone scarlet and without meaning to, Sehun finds himself barreling forward. Turning visible between them, Sehun reaches up to pluck the case from her hand. “Thanks,” he nods, handing the pencils to Chanyeol. “My friend, Chanyeol, is always losing things.”
Eyes wide, Desi glances over Sehun’s shoulder. “Your friend?”
Chanyeol seems just as confused, but nods. “Best friends, y’know. We, uh – we bowl together.”
Nodding as well, Sehun’s eyes harden at Desi. “I’m wildly inconsistent at bowling.”
Desi’s eyes narrow and after a moment, she shrugs. “Whatever. Girls,” she adds, glancing at her friends. “Let’s go. The quad has become suddenly… crowded. See you around,” she drawls, directing this mainly to Sehun.
“Doubt it,” Sehun mutters, watching her leave. His arms are folded tightly across his chest, heart beating wildly and legs feeling like Jell-O beneath him. Sehun wonders if he’ll collapse, until Chanyeol clears his throat.
“Uh, thanks,” he offers, when Sehun looks over. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Ah, yeah,” Sehun lowers his arms to his sides. “Sorry about that. I know you can handle yourself, I just,” he exhales, as Desi grows smaller in the distance. “I thought that I knew her. I snapped, when I realized I didn’t.”
“Oh,” Chanyeol nods. “Yeah, that girl’s a nasty piece of work.”
“You don’t say,” Sehun sighs – before freezing.
He’s heard that before. You’ve said that to him before. Back when you met, you told him Desi was mean, said she liked games and Sehun didn’t believe you. Groaning, Sehun realizes what a colossal ass he’s been. “I have to go,” he apologizes, looking away from Chanyeol. “I’ve got somewhere to be – I’m sorry.”
Chanyeol just shrugs, seemin as though he’s trying not to laugh. “Sure, no problem. What was your name?”
“Sehun,” Sehun nods, starting to jog past. “I’m Sehun.”
“Sehun,” Chanyeol waves, turning around. “See you around!”
Waving back at him, Sehun takes off down the quad. After a few steps, Sehun starts to gain speed. He wavers in and out of visibility, sprinting across the campus and while maybe he’s reading into things, that seemed like the start of a friendship. Today might not be a bad day, Sehun decidews. He has the start of a friend, knows the truth about Desi – and then there’s you, of course. Sehun’s legs move faster, hoping – praying – he still has you.
Outside your room, Sehun doesn’t know what to do.
He raises his hand now to knock, before lowering it. He snuck into your dorm, behind some girl he didn’t know and now here he stands, fully visible before your door. Today it’s Friday, meaning you could still be in class, or you could be in your room. Lying lazily on your bed, Sehun standing here and he swallows, glancing off down the hall – he nearly misses it, when your door opens.
Faced with your presence, Sehun jerks back. “Hi,” he manages, sticking out one hand and nearly missing the wall when he leans.
You stare back at him, expression blank. “Hi.”
Sehun swallows. “Hi. Uh, can I come in?”
Exhaling gently, you look down the hall. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
Sehun freezes. “Okay. Well,” he continues, closing his eyes. “Can I at least tell you I’m sorry?”
“Oh?”
Your voice is cold, enough that Sehun looks at you. “Yes,” he affirms. “I wanted to apologize for how I acted.”
“Which part?”
“The part,” Sehun says through gritted teeth, “where I didn’t believe your warning about Desi.”
• Y/N •
Hearing him respond this way, your stomach sinks. When you first opened the door, you were hoping. You saw Sehun standing there and thought maybe he’d realized you like him; you thought maybe he’d chosen you, but now you realize how stupid that was. Sehun doesn’t like you, he just doesn’t like Desi and wants to tell you this, as his friend.
“Okay,” you respond, tilting your head. “What do you want?”
“I want to apologize,” Sehun repeats, tiny furrow in his forehead. “You were right about Desi, I saw her bullying someone on the quad. She’s not a nice person.”
“Yes. I already knew this though,” you repeat, managing to sound bored. “I hope everything turned out fine for them. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
Sehun steps before you, blocking your path. He’s uncertain where this new boldness came from, it’s surprising to both of you. “Wait,” he breathes, unsure what else he can say.
Scowling, you push aside his arm. “Don’t block me,” you snap. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re mad,” Sehun’s insists, heart pounding as he plows ahead. “I know this – I know I should have listened to you. I’m sorry I pushed you away that night, I’m sorry I didn’t –"
“O-kay,” you stop him. Spine stiff, you tug at your backpack. “Don’t apologize to me, you did nothing wrong.” The words are muttered, as you shove carefully past. This is so embarrassing, humiliating that Sehun felt the need to come and apologize – apologize, for leading you on. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get to the library.”
“On a Friday night?” Sehun responds, sounding dubious.
“Yep.” Pulling your door shut, you make sure that it locks. “Don’t wait up.”
Then you walk past, leaving Sehun behind.
• SEHUN •
Sehun stares when you leave, trying to figure out what went wrong. Eventually he gives up, turning around to slide slow down the door. He sits at the bottom, staring out at the hall. Sits and debates if he should wait for your return. About two hours later, Sehun realizes he doesn’t know if you even alone. Your roommate could come home at any minute, which would be awkward.
Then Sehun shrugs, deciding to wait. Who gives a fuck what other people think; all he cares about is you and what you think. He sits there for so long that at some point he sleeps, slumped against the wall. Eventually, Sehun flickers into invisibility; he doesn’t notice you return, only feels when the door opens behind him. “Shit,” Sehun yelps, tumbling backwards.
• SEHUN •
Letting out a shriek, you kick him on reflex. Hand grabbing hold of the door, your other comes to rest on your heart. Seeing Sehun lying on the ground, you exhale shakily. “Sehun?” you return, glancing into your room – then back at him, on the ground. “Have you... just been sitting here all night?”
Groaning out loud, Sehun clutches his shin. “Yes,” he mumbles, pushing himself upwards. “I was waiting for you to come back because I didn’t like the way that we left things.”
You stare, becuase this is wholly unprecedented. Never before, has a guy wanted to talk to you so badly and when you realize this, your weight shifts to your other foot. “Okay,” you hesitate, pushing open the door. “What did you want to say?”
Sehun unfolds long legs, standing as fast as he can. “Inside?” he asks.
After brief pause, you nod. “Come on,” you sigh, walking past.
When Sehun follows, stopping in your room, it makes you realize how tall he is. Flipping on your overhead light, you illuminate the path to your bed. “So?” you respond, dropping your backpack onto the ground. “What’s so important, you had to sit outside my door all night?”
“I can’t stop thinking of you,” Sehun blurts, as though the words are burning his insides.
Gaze snapping upwards, you stare. “Wh-what?”
Sehun’s eyes burn, walking closer. “I can’t get you out of my head, can’t get this out of my head. Even before I saw Desi being like she was – even before, I…” Sehun swallows. “I dream about you. Think about you. I don’t know why I was so blind, but I see it now. You make me feel.... brave,” he finishes, simply.
“I – I don’t understand,” you return, since it doesn’t make sense.
“You make me feel seen. Not literally,” Sehun hastens, when your mouth twitches, “but figuratively. I never wanted to want that because being seen was being vulnerable, I hid from the world because I could. I never stood up for anything, anyone before – well,” Sehun swallows. “I never wanted to be a hero, before you.”
It’s this, which throws you. His confession leaves you frozen; Sehun doesn’t move either, staring at you wide-eyed. He watches you watch him, your expression softening the longer he looks at you.
At last, you shake your head. “I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”
“Well. How do you feel?” Sehun asks, interlacing his hands to appear suddenly anxious. Not that he didn’t before.
“I,” you exhale, torn. “Yes. Maybe?”
“Maybe?” Sehun looks away. “This seems like the kind of thing you’d have a yes or no answer to.”
“Yeah,” you mumble, shaking your head. “it does, doesn’t it? Fine! Yes, I like you. Yes, I wanted you to kiss me that night. Maybe I still do, it’s just – I don’t want to be a rebound, Sehun. You said no to me,” you remind him. “You pushed me away.”
Sehun’s expression twists with the memory. “I know I did. I was confused.”
“Who’s to say you won’t become confused again?” you respond and when Sehun is quiet, you exhale. “I just –”
“Y/N,” Sehun interrupts, walking closer.
When he stops, inches from your face, you tilt your head up. “What are you doing?”
Expression serious, Sehun drops his gaze. “You have superpowers,” he murmurs, moving even lower, “What do you think I’m doing?”
The moment before it happens, you see it. A half-second before his lips touch yours, a shiver trails your spine. Grabbing hold of his jacket, you steady yourself while his hands find your back. The touch of his lips is gentle, soft.
The kiss is short and when Sehun withdraws, he’s stolen more than he thinks he has. Swallowing hard, you open your eyes and meet his gaze.
“Will you,” Sehun starts.
Cutting him off, you see where he’s going. “Yes.”
• Y/N •
Sehun is – unexpected.
Literally. He likes to appear suddenly, sneak up from behind to grab your waist. He buries his face in your shoulder, grinning when you gasp in surprise. He loves dates to the campus cafe, turning you both invisible when the check arrives – only to reappear, laughing hysterically. The jokes he makes are awful, his sense of humor even worse.
Despite this – or perhaps, because of it – you find yourself falling in love with him. It’s the only explanation for how your heart races when with him. For how, whenever Sehun is near, your entire world both narrows and widens. How, when he kisses you, it’s hard to let go. You keep finding new ways to press your body to his, pulling him close and refusing to let go.
The first Monday you date is a crappy one. It stems from the practical you have, completely unable to see a fruit fly’s future. You see the table before you, see the air wavering around it while the fly remains stubbornly fixed in one time. You have no idea why, and by the time you leave class you're in tears.
When you return to your room that day, there’s a single, long-stemmed blue rose on your comforter. The note next to it reads, 'Believe in the impossible.'
That’s easy to believe, you think, lying on Sehun’s bed with his hands in your hair. Your head rests in his lap, his long fingers winding through your hair, then releasing. He’s reading, some comic you don’t know the name of. It's what Sehun does when he's bored – "studying," he explains, with air quotes and while Sehun reads, you stare up at the ceiling. The room is built of grainy plaster, cracked by age and water; you trace these cracks with your eyes.
"When did you realize you liked me," you pose to the air, words soft.
Clearing his throat, Sehun continues to read. "When I thought you were the kind of girl who would let a guy read his comic book in peace."
Swatting at his elbow, you feel his stomach shake with laughter. "Seriously," you groan, turning over to see. Draping your arms over his legs, you blink up at him.
"Seriously?" Sehun sets his comic book aside, scooting back to pull you into his lap. "I liked you the moment you said your favorite rose was blue."
"Oh?" you arch a brow. "Sehun, you’re full of shit," you laugh, poking him in the side.
"It's true," Sehun laughs, squirming. He growls, wrapping both arms around your waist. "I can be invisible when I don’t want to talk. You, I wanted to talk to."
"What about Desi?" you tease.
Sehun makes a face. "What about who? Dusty?" He bends, starting to tickle you. "Desert?"
Laughing, you shove him away before Sehun tackles you back on the bed. "Sehun," you gasp, cradling his head with your hands. "St-op!"
Stilling, Sehun plops himself down on your chest. "I don't know when it started,” he admits, gentle. “Only where it’s led, which is here." Sehun’s expression turns hesitant, looking at you. "Lying with the girl that I love."
You struggle to comprehend. "The girl that you… what?"
"Love," Sehun responds patiently, watching your expression. "I’m in love with you."
Your gaze flicks into the future.
More afternoons like this one, more nights, more mornings. This room filled with the two of you – together. A fight happens in that corner. Sehun makes it up to there. You blush at the possibility. There's more, so much and slowly, you sink back on his pillow.
Staring at him, you slide both hands to either side of his face. Sehun lifts himself onto his elbows, tilting his head. "I love you," you return, somewhat breathily. "I love you, Oh Sehun."
Eyes darkening, Sehun comes closer. His lips brush yours, hardening when your hands find his body. Sehun’s lips are eager, though they slow when he kneels one leg to either side of your chest. He’s careful with his weight, easing your lips apart with his own, fingers pushing hair back from your face.
This isn’t unusual, kissing. What’s unusual is how you feel right now – how you don’t want to stop, ever again. It feels like you're drowning, buoyed back to the surface with each breath that you take. Sehun’s touch is both air and water, curving around you, winding its way through your being.
Reaching up, you slide both hands beneath his shirt, coaxing his chest closer to yours.
“Y/N,” Sehun groans, forehead falling forward. “I don’t want to leave tonight.”
Every night before now, he’s left. Every night before, there’s been this voice inside, telling you to hold back. There’s nothing there now, though. Not just because he loves you; more because saying it out loud revealed that you feel this way as well. That’s the funny thing about confessing. Half the time, you’re informing someone; half the time, you’re informing yourself. Before, you would have said you were falling in love with Sehun but saying it out loud, makes you realize you do. You love him, you don’t want him to go.
“I’m not leaving,” you smile. “I don’t want you to go.”
Sehun sighs. “Perfect. Then I won’t.”
He flips you. Switching so you lie on your back, his body cradled between the crux of your thighs. He pulls your leg around his waist, pressing himself down and you groan, feeling Sehun harden. He thrusts into you, rolling his hips while you continue to kiss. The exhale you make is shaky, your eyes closing when you arch up into him.
Sehun’s lips drop to your neck, teasing you with small licks and bites. One hand slides beneath your shirt, unhooking your bra to tug the straps lower. You let him, lifting both arms for him to pull your shirt overhead and when your bra disappears, Sehun sucks in his breath.
He groans, staring at your naked chest; Sehun isn’t a loud person, so it’s maddeningly hot when he gets vocal. Lowering himself to you, Sehun kisses until he finds your nipple with his mouth. His tongue darts to flick, switching to sucking when his other thumb brushes your breast. He works until your hips lift up, grinding against him and forcing Sehun higher.
“Babe,” he whispers, when you tug at his shirt. “You have to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” you blink, exhalted by the sight of his smoothly defined torso. “God.”
The corner of Sehun’s mouth lifts. “See something you like?”
He’s gotten cocky in the past month – annoyingly so, and you reach your hand lower. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you watch his eyes widen in response. His stomach muscles flex, slowly thrusting into your hand. Sehun isn’t wearing underwear, you realize, grasping his outline through the thin material of his sweatpants. Moving lower, you slide over his cock to watch his eyelids flutter shut.
“Shit,” Sehun mutters.
Grinning, you push his pants low and watch his dick spring up, already hard. “Come here,” you exhale, lowering yourself onto your elbows.
Sehun exhales in a hiss, moving closer. He moves his dick to your mouth, watching you tease his tip with your tongue. You let him, until he pushes himself into your mouth and you suck. Accepting his cock eargerly, fucking into your mouth from above.
Running your tongue along the the hard vein of his member, you slide off to stare at the thin, line of saliva you make. Sehun thrusts again, cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag – all while his hands slide into your hair, softening the motion. Eyes watering, you look up at him when he bites down on his lip.
“Fuck,” Sehun hisses, thrusting again. “You look so goddamn pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He watches when you wrap your lips tightly, applying more pressure as you hollow your cheeks. Sehun starts to lose it, when you add the tip of your your tongue. Flicking over his member, lifting a hand to play with his balls.
“Ah,” Sehun moans. His form starts to flicker above you, edges softening with invisibility and when he’s about to come, you pull gently away. “Babe,” he whines, eyes opening. “Why?”
Rather than respond, you undo the top button of your jeans. Sehun freezes in response, staring uncertainly at the sight. Up until now, this is the furthest you’ve gone. Up until now, you’ve only worshiped him with your lips, teeth and tongue.
Now though, you push your jeans and underwear down your legs. Sehun’s pupils dilate. “Are you sure?” he breathes, swallowing.
You slide your hand to his cock, feeling how wet he is with your saliva. “I want this,” you whisper, leaning in to take his ear between your teeth. “Please.”
Sehun scrambles for his end table. “Condom,” he grunts, grasping a packet and ripping it open. He rolls this onto himself, half-collapsing so his chest finds yours. “Wait,” Sehun groans, moving lower. He pushes your hips up, aligning his head – you gasp, when he starts sucking your clit.
Sehun moves hard and fast, licking in circles before he flattens his tongue. He teases until you’re swollen with need, pushing your hips into his face and begging; only then does he withdraw, dropping kisses while he moves his hips to your center. “Now?” Sehun queries, breath warm on your cheek.
You nod, clasping your hands around his back. Sehun inhales, pushing his cock between your legs, guiding until he finds your wetness and then – oh. He enters slowly, making you feel every inch of him. He presses you into the mattress, wrapping your legs tight around his hips. The second thrust, he fills you completely, stretching your walls while your nails dig into his back.
Then he pauses, chest rising and falling with yours. When Sehun looks at you, you understand what he’s feeling. Whether it’s because he says it right now, sometime in the future, you’re unsure but when he moves again, pushing into your body – you gasp.
Lifting your hips upwards, Sehun catches your lip between his teeth. “Fuck,” he mutters, filling you entirely. Your legs are wrapped tight around him, allowing Sehun to set the pace and what starts off as slow, gradually becomes rougher. He slides one hand beneath your knee, pulling you up until he hits your g-spot.
“Sehun,” you whimper, pulling him closer. His hips brush your clit, pelvis rocking into yours and his cock withdraws, only to sink deeper. He sets a pace both too much and not enough; you clutch at him tighter, matching his thrusts with your hips.
Cursing, Sehun’s hips sharpen, unyielding even though his gaze remains soft. When you kiss, his tongue dances with yours, feeling you gradually tighten around him. Body on edge, unable to think, you moan when he fucks you. Sehun’s hands are somehow everywhere; in your hair, down your body and when one slips in between your thighs – you come apart. Breaking beneath him, unable to think while you wrap yourself around him.
Hearing the noise of your exclamation, seeing your face, Sehun lasts only a few more strokes before comes as well. You feel him shudder into the condom, movements slowing as he hovers above you. Sehun pulls out of you gently, removing the condom to drop into the trash. He falls beside you, pulling you into his frame to kiss the top of your forehead.
“I meant what I said,” Sehun responds softly, tugging you closer.
“Which part?” you ask.
“You make me feel strong,” he admits, eyes shining.
Heart almost too full to understand, you brush your lips to his. “That makes two of us.”
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